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bagopucks · 5 months

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J. Hughes - And The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Date

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Jack Hughes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s): Sad!Jack :(

Something small for my comeback story <3

Thank you all SO much for the love!!! Send in some requests and I’ll keep the stories coming!

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“It’s gonna be the best date you’ve ever been on!”

What a horrible promise.

First, he was late. Something about media day extending longer than he had planned. Not his fault, but it did peeve me slightly. I hated when Jack’s work kept him from our plans unexpectedly.

Then our reservations were cancelled because we were both late, but have no fear! Jack had a backup plan.

A backup plan that went south the second he realized how hard it was to schedule a good reservation on Valentine’s Day.

So we decided to get ice cream.

Then it ended up on my dress. All because Jack’s hands simply moved too much when he talked.

I missed the guilty look in his eyes when we were both frantically trying to wipe the stain out of the fabric of my skirt. I knew how hard Jack could be on himself, but he was so good at hiding it, that I sometimes forgot to check on him.

When we left the ice cream shop, it started pouring.

Jack and I didn’t have umbrellas. He offered me his suit jacket to wear as we walked to the nearest bus stop. Only to find out that the bus wouldn’t be around for another hour. So we decided to trek home.

And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse. I was starving and drenched and down a dress. The misfortunes didn’t end.

Jack didn’t set a timer on the oven for the pizza he put in. We only noticed when we started smelling the burnt crust.

Jack looked so tense that I hadn’t even bothered following him into the kitchen. I walked down the hall to find a change of clothes, and answer a call from my friend. I put her on speaker while I took light steps.

“Hey! Happy Galentines day! I wish you could have been there tonight.”

“I know.. me too.” I smiled sadly at the thought. It was my first Valentine’s Day that I hadn’t spent with the girls. “I miss you guys so much.” I stepped into the bedroom and pushed the door shut to a crack.

“We miss you too! But I mean- I just have to know what all you got into today!”

“Oh god, honey. If only you knew.” I giggled, pulling the wet dress off and tossing it into the hamper by the bed.

“I have all the time in the world. Did you get some wake up sex? Breakfast in bed? Did he spend the whole day cuddling you and giving you all kinds of gifts?”

“Nope.” I popped the ‘p.’ Truly I didn’t mind. Jack kissed me and wished me a happy Valentine’s Day before he left for work that morning. That was good enough for me. But now I wished at least something other than our morning had gone decently.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“We had plans. But his stupid media day kept him late. And then we missed our date. Then I got ice cream on my dress and it poured on the walk home. And I’m starving and Jack just burned the damn pizza.” I let out a defeated sigh as I dropped onto the bed, setting my phone beside myself as I tucked my hands between my back and the mattress to unclip my bra. “This is what I get for leaving you girls.” It was meant to be a joke, but I couldn’t muster a laugh at it.

“Wow. Talk about Jack Hughes and the terrible horrible no good very bad date.”

“Exactly.” I shook my head. “Just one decent night out was all I wanted. We barely get time together any more.” I tried to keep my voice down. I wasn’t bad talking Jack in any way. I simply missed him, and the universe did everything in its power to ruin our evening.

“You guys still have the whole night.”

“A whole night where everything else could go wrong.” I stood up and crossed the floor to find a change of clothes in my dresser. “I’d rather just go to bed and forget this horrible day exists.”

“Oh come on now. Chin up. Jack still might have a couple tricks up his sleeve.” I wanted to believe that, but I knew he didn’t, because if he did, we wouldn’t have been home already. This was plan Z, and evidently, plan Z just crashed and burned like our pizza.

“Maybe.” I relented. I didn’t have the energy to argue. I pulled on an old cropped t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“I’ll tell you about my day another time.”

“No, no.” I walked back toward the bed. “I wanna hear about it.”

“It’s okay, really. You and Jack should try and spend whatever time you can together. Especially after today. I promise I’ll save my stories for tomorrow.” I heard her quiet laugh over the other end of the line.

“Are you sure?”

“Just promise you’ll call me.” I sat on the bed as she spoke, letting out a sigh.

“I promise.”

“I love you, girlie!”

“I love you too.” There was a moment of silence before the line went dead. I let out a sigh and shook my head. I turned my attention to my sweats, one of my feet stuck and refusing to go through the hole in the leg. I groaned, and gave one last forceful shove before I managed to get my foot through.

What kind of sick joke was the universe playing?

“Fuck Valentine’s Day.” I mumbled, walking into the bathroom. “Such a shitty day anyway.” I turned the sink on and waited for the water to heat up, drowning out the sheepish voice of my lover in the hall calling my name. I didn’t hear him until he was halfway through the bedroom, and standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

I grabbed a towel from the cabinet.

“What’s up, Jack?” I asked, barely sparing him a glance as I held the cloth under the tap.

“Can we talk?” I heard him sniffle, and the second I looked up, I was greeted with a heart wrenching sight. I immediately turned the sink off and set the cloth down.

“What’s wrong?” I cooed, stepping forward to wrap my arms around him. In all my days, I hadn’t seen Jack cry very much.

“I ruined Valentine’s Day.” His quiet and broken voice was such a contrast from how loud and excitable he usually was.

“No you didn’t,” I reassured him, but I could already hear the quiet cries escaping his lips. “Jack.” I tried to get his attention.

“I’m sorry.” The middle Hughes had always felt like he needed to compete for his parents attention. Through no fault of Jim or Ellen, Jack had simply never felt like enough. He always idolized Quinn, and the problem with that had been that nobody can ever see themselves measuring up to their idols. He always fought for his parents love even when there was no reason to fight. And he’d isolate himself and berate himself when he’d ever done something wrong or bad. I knew he felt worthless for how badly the day had gone.

“Jack, honey, it’s okay.”

“I know you just wanted to be home.. and I’m so sorry I messed everything up.” He tried to pull away, always insistent on distancing himself when he didn’t feel like he deserved a hand to hold. But I pulled him back in with a gentle force.

“Jack it’s one day.” I reached up to hold the back of his head. “And I never said I wanted to go home. I just wanted to be with you.”

“It’s an important day. And the girls never messed it up.” His back rose and fell with sporadic breaths. There it was. That competition. Something he felt he had to measure up to.

I sighed out a breathy laugh. “Oh baby,” I slowly pulled away, reaching for his hands as I pulled him into the bathroom. I closed the toilet lid and motioned for Jack to sit on it, which he did.

“Do you know how many years have been chaos at galentines?” I asked. He shook his head. I stepped back toward the sink and grabbed the wet cloth, wiping gently at the makeup on my eyes.

“The first year, we only had a veggie tray because everybody was too broke to actually cook anything and we were all still in college.” I glanced at Jack in the mirror. “Our second year, we didn’t even plan a consistent time, so everybody just showed up whenever, and it was in the common room during March Madness.” I finished removing my makeup and tossed the cloth aside. I grabbed a paper towel and turned to Jack, leaning forward to wipe the tears from his cheeks. He sniffled once again.

“Year three and four didn’t happen because we got too busy with our lives. Year five was held in my first apartment. We ended up clogging the sink and having to learn how to fix pipes in the same night.” I lowered myself into his lap. “Year six we were going to go to the beach. Surprise surprise, Kathy forgot the plane tickets.” Jack seemed a bit reassured about that one. At least he hadn’t ruined a vacation.

“Nothing is perfect Jack.” I ran my hands through his wavy hair.

“It should have been.”

“Yeah, but it’s not. Things go south sometimes. It took the girls and I years to coordinate the perfect Galentines Day. We’ll get there too.” I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“So we’re okay? You’re not mad?”

I shook my head. “Baby, I would never freak out over something as small as this.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I might not let you plan the next date, but I’m not angry.” I finally brought a giggle from his lips. “You went through so much trouble today to make me happy. Even if nothing went well I appreciated it. Thank you so much, Jack.”

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jack hughes #quinn hughes #ella’s updates #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #ELLAS BACK BABY

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pettydollie · 5 months

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Dad Bakugo x mom reader - I need more children in my life 😭✋🏾

def calls his kid "squirt" and "buddy"

in mY universe, he has a boy and a girl bc he needs the best of both worlds

CALLS YOU "MA" GOODNIGHT

we all know he wakes up really early, earlier than you even, so he's the one to check on the babies/kids every morning to see if they're ok :)

definitely keeps schedules of you and your kids days like exams, report cards, if they're going to a friend's house, etc

yk how most kids tend to be like "ewwww" whenever their parents kiss?? not ur kids nono. first of all, your son is the quieter one. not that he's not talkative, he just has a little bit of a hard time expressing himself. anyhow, his sister is very loud. but either way, they both think its sweet. your daughter even said something like "i hope my husband kisses me like that" once (when she was an older kid tho lol)

your son goes to talk to you a lot. he adores you so so much. but one day when he wanted to hang out with you, you weren't home. you were busy running errands while katsuki was at home watching tv. your son started crying and katsuki was like wtf?? eventually, your son grew accustomed to speaking to katsuki. as he got older, he actually talked to him more than you.

teaches your son how to be a man :,) katsuki knew he was bitchy in his younger years and he didn't want either of his kids to be like him. he taught them both manners and how to properly have a conversation.

little pitter patter of their feet ran into your guys' shared bedroom on christmas morning and began jumping your bed. katsuki groaned and rubbed his eyes aggressively. "it's christmas, mommy!" your little boy shouted. "wake up daddy!!" your daughter shouted in his ear. "alright alright you rugrats"

at your daughter's kindergarten graduation (idk if everyone had this but i did lmao), katsuki was tearing up and although he tried to hide it, he had to remain the strong one while comforting you while you bawled your eyes out.

p.s your daughter is the oldest

when she brought home her first boyfriend... ooo chile

i see a lot of people writing how katsuki would act up but tbh in his older years, i think he'd be a lot more mature. he'd greet the dude politely and treat him like he would any of her friends

btw lemme just say: your daughter is a mommy AND daddy's girl. she loves u both insanely

honestly while eating dinner with the boyfriend or something, katsuki would be very blunt and not pay too much mind to him LMAOO he'd be like "'tis is great, doll" as if you don't cook dinner every week and it's only when your daughter brings up how he wants to work at katsuki's angency, where he perks up

"oh shit, no kiddin'?" and you smack his arm lightly.

well this changes everything! he practically gave the kid his blessing. "welcome to the family son"

your son doesn't really care about them together, he just doesn't wanna see his big sis get hurt. lets say that your son is 15 and your daughter is 17. "so, bf/n. have you fucked her?"

you almost spit out your drink like a cartoon. your daughter is shook, katsuki's rage from UA is all coming back to him, and the boyf is scared for his life

you, katsuki, and your daughter have a little talk after dinner

"use condoms" kats stated. "i- WH- nono you can have sex next year." you corrected but ur daughter is like huh?? "wha why next year?" you scoff. "because you'll be a legal adult thats why." "no offense, momma, but that's really dumb. when did you and dad start having sex?" she folded her arms. katsuki shrugged. "like i said, use condoms."

you and your daughter gossip like crazy alr?? ur like the gilmore girls except you're married and didn't get pregnant at 16 (almost)

and this is nothing new to katsuki, he's heard u guys gossip trillions of times. but when he found out you guys talked abouy HIM TOO??

he busts into the room. your daughter squeals and runs behind you. "hi honeyy-" he shushes you, "you guys talkin' shit 'bout me?" "nope" you guys say in unison. "there's this other guy, uh.."

#gonna probably make this a separate thingy where its like one part is when the kids were little and one where they're older #just so its more organized bc this was all over the place #katsuki fluff #katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #dad bakugo #dad bakugou #mom reader #fem reader #mha #mha x reader #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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reikiss · 2 months

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

tags : fluff!!! gn reader. est relationship. 1.2k words. a/n : ik v-day is over but i just have to post one just bcs !!! this is sooo late bcs school is a pain in the ass. reblogs are highly encouraged and very much appreciated! <3

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡

"Hey, did you know it's Valentine's Day today?"

"What?"

"Wait, don't tell me you don't know what that is." You teased him, not really expecting that he might not know. Yet he looks down, looking a little shy.

Wait, is this for real? He actually doesn't know??

You cleared your throat to mask your giggle. "Well, for your information, it's a special day to spend with loved ones and friends."

You leave out the part where it's focused on lovers, thinking you might sound like you're hinting something. Little did you know he actually knew what today was and found it quite cute how you brought it up.

"Ahh right." He says as if he finally remembered. He tries his best to refrain from grinning so much and showing his intentions.

"Then..." he trailed off, slowly meeting your eyes as you looked at him.

"Shall we go out later?"

The first time you saw him, you already knew that you would inevitably fall for this precious man, and when he speaks so softly and genuinely while holding such warmth and fondness in his eyes while looking at you, you can't help but get weak in the knees and fall for him all over again (as if you don't already do everyday). "S-sure. I'm looking forward to it."

He blessed your eyes with such a gorgeous smile. "Great. Where do you want to go?"

You end up dropping by the plaza where countless stalls are set up, a variety of foods and gifts being sold. You both ate snacks and took pictures, enjoying every second of the time spent together.

As it was getting late, you both decided to call it a day, but not before Xavier got back as he wanted to check out something. You were surprised that he came back with a bouquet in his hands.

"I told the old man I chatted with earlier while I was going around that I would come back and buy some flowers from him. He said I should give it to someone I consider dearest to me."

He slowly hands it to you, a warm smile on his lips. "Thank you for today, I had such a great time. I hope you enjoyed as much as I did, and I hope you'll accompany me to celebrate this day every year."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡

You find yourself in front of Dr. Zayne's office after you intentionally scheduled an appointment with him on February 14. Although he might be busy, you were planning to ask him out today if ever that he was free.

You take in a deep breath. After knocking, you hear him respond with a "Come in."

After everything has been settled and finding that you're as healthy as you can be, you immediately started another conversation. "What are your plans today?"

He looks at you and his face is normal as usual, though you thought you saw a glimpse of surprise on his face for a split second. "Not much, just some paperwork left and I'm done for the day. Why'd you ask?"

Right. Of course he had things to do. "Nothing, just curious."

"What about you? Do you have plans left for today?"

"Nope. I'll just be heading home."

"If you're not in a rush to head home and call it a day, would you care to wait for a few more minutes and go out with me afterwards?"

You were taken aback by how straightforward he is that you embarassingly choke on nothing.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm fine really." You speak after putting back enough air in your lungs. "Sure, I'll be waiting here. Take your time."

He smiles at you before facing the computer and focusing while you sit there scrolling on your phone. (little did you know deep down he's happy that his plan was a success as he actually already made up his mind that he would spend today with you)

It didn't take long before he was finished. It's as if he unlocked 100% of his brain power.

You end up walking in the plaza, buying food and playing games. Of course, Zayne always lets you win whether he plans it or not. He didn't really mind losing to you. How could he when he couldn't help but stare at you that he loses focus?

It was starting to get dark while you were taking a stroll. There was a comforting silence surrounding the both of you before Zayne broke it. "Look, they're your favorite, aren't they?" He points at a stall selling flowers and the ones you love were right at the front. He buys them and hands the bouquet to you.

"What for? You didn't have to." Yet you gave a smile, appreciating the gesture.

"I wanted to buy them for you. They really do suit you. Think of it as my thanks for spending the day with me... and as an invitation celebrate again next year with me."

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡

You went inside Rafayel's residence, having been called by him.

"Ah! There you are, bodyguard-san." He welcomes you as soon as he sees you let yourself in.

"So, why'd you call me over in the middle of work? Good thing I don't have a mission today."

"Well, besides the fact that I just wanted to see you, I want you to accompany me to the plaza later."

Your ears perked up at his words, but you were unsure as to what was the meaning behind his invitation.

Is this it? Is he asking me out? Or did he just have some business to tend to there?

"What for? There's gonna be a pretty big crowd there later."

He cleared his throat before answering. "I'm just curious as to what's all the ruckus about since Thomas mentioned there'd be some kind of celebration today."

"Ahh it's probably because it's Valentine's Day."

"And what are we celebrating?"

"Well..." you pause, thinking of a simple way to explain. "It's a day of giving love and spending time with loved ones." but it's mostly celebrated by couples. You leave out that part, not knowing why it felt embarrassing to highlight that detail.

"I see. You humans and your celebrations, I'll never understand."

You chuckle at his dramatics, "and why is that?"

"Shouldn't every day should be a day spent with loved ones anyways? Don't you think so?" he said in a as-a-matter-of-fact way before sighing. "I would spend everyday like that, unlike some people."

You roll your eyes but smile anyways at your adorable and clingy boyfriend.

"To commemorate your traditions, why don't we just start now and spend the entire day together?"

And that's exactly what you did. You started out by hanging at his place, attempting to draw a portrait of one another. Of course he nails his art, but yours ended up more of an abstract rather than a portrait. When afternoon came, you two dropped by the plaza and tried almost all of the food.

By the end of the day, walks you home. Standing outside your apartment complex, he pulls out flowers from his coat and hands them to you.

Smiling, you take them from him. "They're lovely, thank you."

"I'm glad you like them." He shows you his killer smile. "Today is dedicated to spending time with people who're important to us, but let's try to spend everyday this way. What d'you say?"

!!! dividers from @cafekitsune and @saradika

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #lads xavier #lads zayne #lads rafayel #lads x reader

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mariacrow · 9 months

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hello my fellow ratchet apologist!! love your works! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think you could write some sweet and cute sleeping hcs with Ratchet? I just wanna lay on him or him lay on me <3

(ps. this is ur opportunity to write those snoring hcs too 🤭)

thank you for your love on my works too! have a great day/night <3

ROOOOSE I was bouncing off DA WALLS when I saw ur request (it’s not like I immediately started bombing you with love in ur dms nope not at all- me? Naaah never)

THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN AGH!!! 🧡 One grumpy doc hc coming up fresh out da oven! 🚑 hope u like it, love ya 🧡

GRUMPY DOC LOVERS UNITE! 🚑🧡

ʚ Ratchet x reader ɞ

ﾟ｡ ⋆ ☁︎｡ ☽ sleeping headcanons ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ ☁︎｡

2nd person

female reader

WARNING: SNORING GRUMPY DOC!

Does he look like he needs sleep?? HE NEEDS ANSWERS!!!

Kidding. He definitely needs stasis. ASAP.

It would be hard to drag him away from work, you'd have to be stubborn to the point you annoy his way to bed

Later you'd realize puppy eyes and a pretty please also works on him which would make his cheek plates go slightly blue

He loves to have you next to him or on top of him, either way nicely tucked in, wrapped in a little blanket burrito because he can't risk you getting cold

His servos... oh his beautiful gentle servos... He'd play with your hair or rub your back to soothe you. He wouldn't speak much but here and there you might hear his handsome voice through a romantic whisper saying:

Ratchet: are you comfortable enough?

Ratchet: my sleeping beauty...

Did he do research on Disney princesses to find a proper nickname for you because you're his princess? Perhaps.

He would always watch over you before you fall asleep. Even when you do, he'd stay up a bit longer, listen to your peaceful breathing and focus on your calm heartbeat while dozens of thoughts would be running through his mind, keeping a tiny smile on his face

He always keeps one of his servos around you no matter what

He's a light sleeper so he'd hear every little shuffle you make and slightly open his optic to check on you. If your blanket has slid off of you, he'd gently tuck you back in every time and plant a soft kiss on your temple

If he really overworks himself (and I'm talking 3 days without stasis) a bomb could barely wake him up. If he ends up on his back, he snores, like, real loud. It would definitely wake you up and you'd be greeted by a funny sight of your old grumpy doc with an open mouth, shaking the whole base with his snoring

Considering you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, you'd have to give him a little nudge or gently caress his face plate to which he'd mumble something in his sleep while getting comfortable on his side as he'd stop snoring

He always wakes up before you, no exceptions. He needs to wake up early and go back to work

He always gives you a kiss on the cheek or forehead before leaving. If you'd tug at his servo and tell him to stay a little longer, he'd refuse of course

But your sleepy little begging would drag him back to bed nevertheless. He'd stay for about 30 minutes longer, listen to your cute sleepy voice and yawning, smiling while having a little morning chit chat with you

He loves your messy morning hair, it's so adorable to him

If you have longer hair and prefer tying it while sleeping, in the morning he'd help you fix your ponytail/braid(s) (whatever you prefer). Same goes if you wear a bonnet, he'd make sure it doesn't fall off throughout the night as well

If you brush your hair, he'd love brushing it for you or make your braid(s) e.g., whatever you ask him to do. He isn't afraid of the size difference, he's confident and very gentle, he learned his way with you

If you oversleep often, he'd scold you the moment you show up, telling you how it's unhealthy and blahblah

If your sleeping schedule is not sleeping at all, ironically enough, he'd tell you not be like him and how sleep is necessary for your species, how stasis works differently, how you should blahblahblah he can be such a parent but he does that because he cares for you

If you're a morning person and go to bed on time, he'd praise you for that

He'd make sure you have breakfast every morning even if it means feeding you because breakfast is the most important meal of the day!!!

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What I was listening to while writing this 🧡

Dividers belong to @dvluc , @firefly-graphics , @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🧡

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp #ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #transformers ratchet #transformers fanfiction #autobots #tfp autobots

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seungmoonandstars · 4 months

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Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: ~7.2k

rating: fluff (kinda?) to smut to fluff ಇ (sub/switch!seungmin/softdom!reader)

comments: this is my first time trying out non idol Seungmin. @xirxe requested au fluff! I started a coworker au, and then got more info from them after I started writing furiously. I'm still working on another one more specific to their request, but I decided to finish this one as well. "Finish" …because I don't know when to stop ever. It got very long and turned much more sex-heavy than originally intended. Anyway, I miss writing long pieces and now I might write a part 5 for Blind Date (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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The first time you see him, he’s in one of the appliance aisles. Actually, it’s the first time you hear him, because what gets your attention is him laughing hysterically with another coworker, goofing off, sitting in one of the display office chairs. And he’s just about to be launched down the aisle when you turn the corner.

“Oh shit…caught,” you hear one of them say, and you’re pretty sure it was Changbin. But they both stop dead and look at you like you already handed out their punishments.

The reality is, you don’t care what they’re doing, because the store is nearly empty of customers. The snowstorm outside is making sure of that. But you’re new, and you’re above them—that’s all it takes to make things awkward. They’re probably expecting you to start bossing them around immediately.

Nope. You walk by them and smirk, “don’t break anything please…”

They giggle and pick up where they left off as soon as you turn the corner and disappear. You remember who the dark haired one is, but for some reason, the name of the blond in the chair is escaping you.

The second time you see him, he’s fighting with the coffee machine in the breakroom.

As soon as he hears you walk in, he stops beating his open palm against the side, looks back, smiles, then tries the button again. “Do you want a cup?” He asks.

“Doesn’t seem like it wants to give us any.”

“Surrounded by brand new Nespresso machines…stuck with this.” He opens the top, closes it, then pushes the button again. This time it works, and a moment later, his coffee is pouring into his cup.

“Maybe I can ask about getting a new one for us.” You watch him watching his coffee.

He swirls it and brings it to his nose before taking a sip. “I’ve tried. Hopefully you have better luck.”

To your surprise, he sits directly across from you at the table. You look at him, try desperately to remember his name. You forgot to check the schedule when you saw him earlier in the day, but you don’t want to ask. And of course he isn’t wearing his name tag.

“Where’s your name tag?” You ask, trying not to sound too much like a manager.

“Uh…” he slaps his chest where it should be, looks down at it, thinks. “I must’ve lost it.” The smirk on his face is…cute.

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“You’re very helpful.” He shakes his bangs away from his eyes—blond, a little too long. You can see his big dark eyes a little better, just for a second until his gaze drops back down to his coffee.

“I try.”

He’s quiet for the remainder of your break, but when you rise to leave, he does as well. You head toward the office, and he follows. Just before you get there, he makes a left turn.

Now you can finally look at the schedule and figure out his name.

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The very next day, you still have no idea who he is. The copy of the schedule was nowhere to be found, and your computer access is still limited. Try as you might, your login just won’t work. All you have to do is ask him, though. It’s not that big of a deal. And honestly, if you weren’t wearing your name tag, he probably wouldn’t know yours either.

A soft knock on the office door makes you jump. You check the time—8am. If only you could find a schedule, you’d know who was supposed to be here right now.

“Good morning!” You’re greeted with a familiar face when you open the door. He steps inside, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Do you have a job for me?”

“Do I…I’m not sure. Is anyone else here?”

“Uhm, well you opened the doors,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “and I just came in because the door wasn’t locked, which was lucky, because it’s cold out and I did not want to stand out there and wait.”

“Okay, so we’re here.”

“Just us, yes.”

“Do you have a login for the computer?”

He nods and smiles, takes a seat, and starts typing. “You don’t?”

“It doesn’t work yet.”

“Oh okay, that sounds about right for this place.” He gets up and turns the seat for you. “I don’t have as much access as your login would, but it’s better than nothing.”

You sit down and spin back to the computer, look around, click a few things. His profile photo stares at you from the corner, and you have to force yourself not to accidentally click on it. He’s watching over your shoulder, leaning in a little, trying to be helpful. You catch the faintest scent of whatever he's wearing. It's not cologne, though. He just smells clean and nice, probably how his bedroom smells.

You find a page of contacts, phone numbers. Good enough for now. “Thanks,” you turn to him and he’s staring down at you with a goofy smile.

“No problem. I’m going to go make some coffee.”

As soon as he leaves, you don’t grab your phone and call another manager, and you don’t even keep the contact page up. You go back and click on his profile.

“Oh! Kim Seung Min, that’s your name.” You stare at his profile photo. His hair is darker in this, and the contrast makes his skin look pale and his eyes look even bigger. His smile is so wide, like he's actually happy to be there. He’s very photogenic; it’s a good photo. A work ID photo really has no business looking this nice.

A few minutes later, he knocks again, and you quickly exit out of the screen as if he can see you through the door.

“Sorry, I just…I saw the new machine," his little nod and blink makes your breath catch in your throat. "I made you some.”

Seungmin hands you a mug of coffee, a little darker than you’re used to, but he obviously watched you put milk in yours yesterday, and tried his best to copy it.

“Thank you, Seungmin.”

“I can remake it, if it’s not good.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

You look at the screen, heart starting to race. Did you only think you exited out of his profile? No, it’s not there. What is he talking about?

“Oh…oh, no not yet. No answer. I’ll call again in a few minutes.”

“I can help you with the opening stuff, if you’d like. I’ve done it a few times with the other managers.”

“The guy I saw yesterday and the one I’m seeing now don’t seem like the same person.”

He stares blankly for a few seconds, puffs out his cheeks, looks around. “Me?” The blush in his cheeks is rising. “Am I being too responsible right now? I can stop.” Seungmin smiles so big you can see all of his teeth.

It’s hard keeping your own smile in check. This one has to know how cute he is, and there’s no way he doesn’t use it to his advantage. “You can stop in an hour.”

“Deal.”

The two of you survive, dancing around each other for a few hours—you, purposely avoiding him several times by swerving to a different aisle. Him, well…he acted responsible all morning, smiled every time you made eye contact. When noon finally comes around, another manager shows up, and the snow finally stops.

Changbin also arrived at noon, and as soon as he and Seungmin looked at each other, all responsibility flew out the window. But you turned a blind eye to whatever goofing off they decided to do. And Seungmin, unfortunately, didn’t look in your direction the rest of the day.

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“Does your login work yet?” Seungmin comes in and digs around in the pockets of his jacket.

You’re slumped over on the table, phone in hand, trying not to fall asleep, but you sit up when you see him come through the door, “It does.”

This is the first time you’ve seen him in three days. He was off, then you were off for two days. Now you’re on break, and he just started his shift 15 minutes ago. You’re not sure why he’s in here, and whatever he’s looking for in his pockets doesn’t seem to be there.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and then finally pulls something out. It’s his name tag. He pins it to his shirt, very crookedly, then takes it off and tries again.

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” you squint at it and try to make out the little sticker by his name, but he’s too far away.

“The trick to falling asleep is to try to stay awake.”

“What?” You look from his name tag to his face. His hair is dark again. “Your hair.”

“My hair? Oh! I got tired of being blond.”

You like it dark. It’s not dark, though, not really. It’s a natural brown color, but he obviously did it himself, because you can still see some blond streaks coming through. It makes his skin look warm. Yes, you like it.

“If you try to keep yourself awake in bed, you fall asleep. I was trying to read on my phone last night, and I really wanted to finish the chapter, but I ended up dozing off and dropping my phone on my face.”

It’s so stupid, and so clever. And cute.

Seungmin smirks at you and turns to walk away, and then he turns back. “Does it look okay?”

You stare at him. Does what look okay? His badge? Everything from where you’re sitting looks very good, now that he mentions it. Long legs in his black jeans, a little loose around his tiny frame. There's a rip over one thigh, and you can see some of his skin peeking through. The belt holding them up had to have an extra hole poked in it, because the end of it is long enough to stick out from the dark blue work shirt.

“My hair, I mean.”

“Yeah, I like it.”

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Seungmin isn’t alone today. His work buddy is here, and you can hear them all the way on the other side of the store. An hour or so later, another one comes in—this one you haven’t met yet, because he’s been gone all week. But as soon as he clocks in and returns to the floor, you hear all three of them laughing and acting up.

You don’t want to have to compete with two friends to get to him, but you will.

A walk by the phone accessory aisle gives you a chance to peek at them. Seungmin is sitting on the floor, legs crossed, arms propping up his long body.

Nobody else in the store seems to bother with making them work, so you don’t either. At least not now, in your first week. It’s hard enough starting a new job without worrying about making enemies—and besides, the minute you laid eyes on his him, making a new friend became your agenda.

---

And of course they all sit in the breakroom together, chatting loudly. As long as one of those two are here, you don’t imagine you’ll have any opportunity to talk to him.

They’re not teenage boys, but you wouldn’t really know it if you could only hear the conversation and not see them. You almost walk in on them, but the noise startles you just as you reach for the door knob. Stopping and listening in is not your smartest decision of the day, but once you stand silently for a few seconds, you can’t move.

The first voice is easily recognizable—it’s Changbin.

“She doesn’t talk much…she hasn’t spoken to me at all. Well, except when she told me not to break anything.”

“Well I haven’t even seen her yet, so I guess she—“

“It’s shitty being new. I’m sure she’s just trying to get used to things.”

Seungmin’s voice is surprisingly quiet.

“Maybe. You’ve worked with her more. And I always see her looking at you…so.”

“So…what?” Seungmin is still quiet but there’s a tiny bit of offense behind it.

“So maybe you’re making it easier for her to adjust.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

"Don't play dumb, Seungie...older woman, authority figure." Changbin laughs,

“Cmon Min…” this time it’s the other one talking, “we know you’re a little bit of a slut sometimes.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, but you hear his chair being pushed back, and then he gets to his feet. It takes you a second to loosen yourself from the spot, but you manage just in time and duck behind the corner.

Seungmin runs right into you when he turns and he nearly knocks you to the ground, but his hand grabs your arm to steady you. “I’m sorry…you alright?” His voice is still quiet. He’s whispering, probably because he doesn’t want them to hear.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You look up at him, and you can’t help but wonder if what they just said about him is true. They were obviously trying to rile him up, but friends are also brutally honest sometimes.

“Are you going on your break? I wouldn’t go in there yet, if you are.”

“I was going to, yes.”

“Changbin and Hyunjin are in there, and they can be a handful sometimes.”

“And you’re not?”

A nervous laugh comes out, “uhm, maybe sometimes. They’re not the best influence on me.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“I can go back and make you a coffee. Actually…”

“Seungmin you don’t have to do that.”

“…I can take you across the street and we can grab some better coffee there.”

“Seungmin,” you widen your eyes at him, because his are huge.

“Please, I want to.”

“Are you flirting with me?” You're not sure why he wants to protect you, but that's clearly what he's doing.

Another nervous laugh. His ears turn red. He stutters, “flirting…um, uh no I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”

You hear them before you see them. They open the door and turn the corner before you can react—Seungmin freezes and stares at you. Changbin pushes him into the wall as he walks by, laughs, nods to you, and disappears.

“Guess the breakroom is safe now.”

“Yeah.”

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Once today, Seungmin caught himself staring at you. He dropped his eyes back down to his phone immediately, heart racing, face red. Part of him wanted you to catch him looking, the other part is still nervous.

You asked him to watch the register specifically to keep him away from his jerk friends, and you tried not to make it too obvious, but he knows. From here, he can see you wandering around, and you can see him. They’re nowhere to be found. It’s quiet.

He won’t tell anyone (well, not them), but he likes when it’s quiet and he can be by himself. And as much as he hates watching the register, he’s glad you put him up here, because it gives him a a chance to read and people watch. Now he’s just waiting for you to walk by.

A text pops up on his phone:

Did you get in trouble Seung?

He ignores it.

She’s looking at you right now…she’s swooning

He tries to ignore him again, but he looks up and around, trying to find you. Seungmin knows Changbin is just being an asshole, but maybe you are looking at him. He’s hoping you are.

“Seungmin?”

He jumps, and nearly drops his phone. “Hi…hi. You’re very quiet.”

“Sorry. I can wear a bell, if that helps.”

“A bell? Like a…a collar?” Seungmin watches as your eyes grow big. He has no idea why he said that, and now you probably think he’s a pervert. “Can we pretend I didn’t say that.” He goes back to his phone only to see more texts—a string of laughing emojis—oh, there she is—she can’t stay away from you.

“Yeah…bell, collar. Makes sense.”

“That was..." he groans, "so stupid. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. At least I know where your mind is now.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not…I mean, I’m just a ditz.”

“You’d look much better in one.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs at his cheeks. “Please don’t hate me.” His eyes pop open again, “I’d what?”

“…look cute wearing a collar.”

“I would?”

You mhm and walk away. Just leave it at that. Were you flirting? Deflecting? Making him feel less stupid?

Seungmin doesn’t feel any less stupid. A comment like that to the wrong person could mean getting fired, and he just said it to his new manager.

But he doesn’t think you’d get him in trouble. He has no reason to think you wouldn’t, but…no, you wouldn’t.

You pop up behind him again, and once again, he jumps. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me dislike you."

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The next time you see him, he’s on his way out. You’re making coffee, he barrels into the breakroom to grab his things. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a great mood, so you keep your attention on your mug.

Seungmin is in his locker and mumbling to himself. And then… “oh, I didn’t know anyone was is here.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just ready to get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The ghost of a smile is on his lips as he grabs his coat and runs back out the door. You were hoping for one more awkward moment with him before either of you left tonight, but now it’ll have to wait.

But he comes back in a moment later; doesn't speak, doesn't even close the door. Just looks at you.

Seungmin has no idea why he came back in, but he was hoping a good excuse would come to him in the few seconds it took to get here. Now he's just staring stupidly and chewing on his lip.

"Hi," you smile at him and sip your coffee. "Did you want a cup before you catch your bus?"

"How'd you know I take the bus?"

"You shrug, "It's in your availability, silly."

"Oh, right. So you're not just watching me all the time?"

"I didn't say that."

They're heard before they're seen. Changbin and Hyunjin push themselves right through Seungmin on the way into the breakroom.

"Oh, hi boss," Changbin reddens and smirks when he sees you standing there, "Is this a bad time?"

"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow." Seungmin ducks out quickly before you can even say goodbye.

･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

“Don’t forget your coffee,” Hyunjin squeezes Seungmin’s shoulder as he sneaks by him.

“My what? I didn’t bring coffee in with me.”

“It has your name on it.”

He turns and see it’s sitting there. Just a black coffee, but not from here. It’s from the coffee shop across the street. And yes, his name is written neatly on the side.

“Somebody brought you coffee. How sweet.” He smirks. “Have a good shift.”

Seungmin picks it up and takes a sip. It’s still hot, so it was just set here recently. And of course he knows who put it there, because he can be a little stupid sometimes, but not that stupid. He looks at the schedule on his phone to see who he works with, and you’re right in the middle of his shift. You’ll be gone soon, but, at least he didn’t just miss you.

---

“Thank you,” he says, walking up behind you. You have your coffee in one hand, phone in the other.

“For what?” Seungmin doesn’t scare you, his voice is too sweet and soft, even if he does sneak up.

He looks at his cup, then to you.

“You’re welcome. Hopefully you always take it black.”

“Most of the time, yes.”

“Oh, and you’re getting cut today.“

“My shift was cut?”

“In half. I told the boss I needed you here until I was done.”

“You do?”

“No, but I figured half a shift was better than none. And I can give you a ride home, if you want. It’s too cold to wait on the bus.”

Seungmin sips his coffee, because he’s not sure how to respond just yet. His stomach is swirling, though, and he’s trying to conceal his smile. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

You turn to face him, “in trouble for what?”

“Favoritism.”

“You think you’re my favorite?”

He nods once, mouth still covered by his cup.

“You’re right, you are.”

---

The rest of the shift drags, and of course it would—you’re putting him in your car and taking him home in a few hours…this will be your first time seeing him outside of work. You try to keep away from Seungmin as much as possible, though, because he’s right. If you’re not careful, everyone will notice the attention you’re starting to give him.

“I’m a bit of a drive from here,” he says when you finally walk down the same aisle as him. “So if you don’t want—“

“If you can handle it on the bus, I’m sure I can handle the drive.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I don’t mind. You can get the coffee next time, if it makes you feel better.”

“Yes,” he reaches out and looks at the order on the side of your cup. “I can do that.”

･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

It is a long drive. But you don’t mind, because he’s comfortable in the passenger seat; head back, eyes closed. You sneak a glance at him every chance you get, and each time, it looks like he’s sleeping soundly. It’s nice seeing him so close, letting your eyes linger even more than you dared to before. Even in the dark. The shape of his nose and lips, his jawline, his ear. The way his hair falls so nicely, and so effortlessly.

But of course he catches you, looks right back, and smiles.

“You really have such a long ride to and from work every day, Seungmin?” You blush, even though you don’t think he saw you staring.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. I’m used to it.”

“Are you saving for a car?”

“No, I can’t drive.”

“Oh, do you want to learn?”

“I’m not sure, thinking about driving makes me nervous.”

“I don’t want this to come across weird, but…how old are you?”

“I am 23. Am I too young or too old?” He flips down the visor and opens the mirror.

“Are you flirting?”

“You did it first.”

“No, I think you might have flirted first, actually.”

“When?”

“When you tried to keep me out of the breakroom. But I guess that was more for my own sake than anything.”

“I didn’t want you to have to listen to them.” Seungmin sits back again, and you can feel his stare burning into you.

“I heard them.”

“You did? What did you hear?”

“Your friends think you’re fucking me…or that you’re going to. And that you’re a slut.”

He’s quiet, and you hope you haven’t gone too far by actually saying it as crassly as they did.

“I’m not.”

“You’re not a slut?” You smile at him, hoping to break any tension you may have created. Thankfully it seems to work, because Seungmin laughs and covers his eyes. Then shakes his head.

“Or you’re not gonna fuck me?”

You can’t see his reaction, because now you have to watch the road, but he’s quiet again and it’s killing you.

“Take a left up here.” He says.

You decide to avoid eye contact completely until you get him home, and luckily, it’s not much longer. You pull into a spot as close to the door as possible, put it in park, and look at him.

He’s still relaxed, sitting back, eyes wide open and staring at you.

“I’m sorry, that was…uh, maybe too much.“

“Do you wanna come up?”

—-

Of course you do. The last three weeks you’ve spent trying to keep your distance has been torture, but you’re still nervous as you follow him down the hall to his apartment. You’re certain that as soon as you have him where you want him, you’ll snap out of it.

“This one,” he says it quietly, a little timid, maybe. You like it. “It’s probably a little messy.”

“I don’t mind.”

It’s not. Seungmin’s idea of messy is your idea of tidied up. And it’s a cute little apartment. Just looking at the couch—the big striped throw pillows, a few plushies, it doesn’t look like a typical single guys apartment. It’s cute, and it’s comfortable. It’s really cute. The kitchen is small and most of the counter space is taken up by an espresso machine and all of the things that go with it. It’s neat in here, too. Not a dish or cup out of place.

“I like it,” you turn and he’s there, an inch away from you. “Can I see the rest?”

“Of course.”

The rest being his bedroom, and he leads you right in. It’s a little darker in here, but it’s still very him. It’s sweet, a little bit colorful, and very very soft.

The dog plush on top of one of his pillows reminds you of something important, “oh, you're collar. It's at home.”

“My collar? You got me a collar?”

“Yeah, it’s really cute.” You close the gap between you and grab the neck of his shirt, “sit.”

He does. Seungmin sits on the edge of his bed, not breaking eye contact. He leans back and rests on his hands, stretches out his long torso, spreads his knees as you put a leg between them. "What does it look like?"

You run your hand up to his throat and very, very lightly close your hand around it. No need to scare him off immediately. You want to squeeze, but right now you’re perfectly content just touching him "It's red...dark red, and has a gold chain across the front."

"A bell?"

“Of course. A tag, if you want.”

His eyes light up, and his hand wraps around your thigh, thumb moves in gentle circles. It sends a little shiver up your arms. He’s making your head swim, and you need to get a hold of yourself.

"...but you won't be fucking me."

"Huh?" he stops, and his mouth opens a little.

It seems a little bold of him, but he slides both hands up your thighs, up your hips, and hooks his fingers underneath your leggings. You told him he won’t be fucking you, and yet…

He pulls down, gently, until you can kick them to the side...and he looks up at you with pleading eyes. You grab a handful of his pretty hair and put his lips on you, and he kisses your hip so softly, you feel like you could melt.

“No," you push him back a little and straddle him. He’s resting on one elbow, and the other hand is slowly moving up toward your ass. “No, pup…I’m fucking you.”

He mouths the word pup, bites down on his lips, tries to hold back his smile. “Yes, please.”

“Please? Oh, I knew you were the one.”

“I am,” Seungmin falls to his back, and sighs…moans, “I am, noona.” His hips buck up and he looks down at his quickly growing erection. Seungmin was probably already halfway there when he invited you up.

He needs let loose, but first you feel him over his clothes. He’s a handful, and he twitches when your fingers move along his length.

“Please…” he whispers, and his puppy eyes are impossible to deny. Now you want to give him everything. “Take care of me.”

“Oh, Seungmin…” you unbuckle his belt, unbutton, unzip. Very slowly. “I will.”

“Minnie.”

“Hmm?” You run a hand over him again, and the red, needy tip of his cock peeks out from his briefs. “What’d you say?”

“Call me—“ he’s cut short by your lips wrapping around his head. His moan cuts through you, your pussy throbs, and your mouth sucks him in a little more. “…call me Minnie.”

“Minnie,” you moan, licking the pre-cum from his stomach. “Minnie, you’re so hard for me.”

Finally, you pull at the sides of his jeans, slide them down his legs, and throw them to the side. You suck him in as far as you can—he squirms, and his hips jerk up toward your mouth, pushing him in even further. A slap on his thigh settles him, letting you work him at your own pace. You don’t want him anywhere near close yet, because you’re just getting started.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” You look at him, stroke him slowly, take in the rest of his body. His sweatshirt is still on, but pushed up just enough for you to see his stomach.

“Yes, I’ll be good.”

You lean down and kiss his stomach, run your tongue across his belly button, “take that off.”

Seungmin listens and pulls his sweatshirt over his head.

“Look at me.”

He does. He doesn’t break eye contact when you suck him back into your mouth, stroke hard and slow, lick the pre-cum leaking out of him again. His moan is desperate and whiny, just how you like it.

“You’re so pretty, Minnie.” You crawl over him, leaving kisses on his body as you go, and when you stop at his throat, he whines a little and licks his lips. “So sweet.”

You’re making him blush. And you give him no warning when you take his dick and slide it across the wet fold of your cunt. His fingers grip your thighs, and you let him hold on as you push him in. Despite how wet you are, it takes a little work. You slide down slowly until he disappears completely inside of you.

The sound he makes for you is so much better, so much softer than you thought it would be—he’s already begging for more.

You grind your hips into him and stretch yourself around his thickness, get used to how much he’s filling you up. “Minnie,” you moan. “Fuck.”

You could do this until you come. You might. He seems like he's enjoying himself, too.

His hips lift and hit you deeper. You let him, because it feels too good. He mumbles something, but you’re too lost in how he’s making you feel.

When your hands grip the sheets next to him, his wrap around your arms, slide up, and then back down. “You feel so good,” he purrs.

You lift your hips and bounce on him, slowly at first, because he’s already losing it. He has no problem making noise and his moans drown out whatever he’s trying to say…

so good… don’t… stop… please… ah… so tight...I'm gonna...

“Oh no baby, not yet,” you slow down and grind on him again, hitting just the right spot. You lean back and hit it even harder, over and over. Each pound against his hips makes him whine. “Pup, you’re gonna make me come already, you’re such a good boy.”

You do. You look at him as you squeeze him tight, relax, and gently bounce up and down. Seungmin smiles and licks his lips—the only sound is the wet slide of him being covered in your come, and it's all he can keep his eyes on.

He bucks up hard, “I wanna come,” and again, you let him. He’s getting away with far too much, but he feels so good, and he’s too cute, and he’s too gentle. And you can’t wait to make him come. But not yet.

“Soon Minnie, I promise,” you lean forward and groan with the change in angle. “I want you all night.” You place a kiss on his chest, bite and kiss his nipple.

“I can come for you…all night.”

“I bet you can.”

“Kiss me, please.”

“I am…” you laugh and work you way further up.

“Please,” he whispers. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for weeks.”

“You have?”

“Yeah…mhm, I have.”

“Oh, you…you like me, huh? I mean—”

Seungmin nods, “don’t you like me?”

“I like you very much,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, bite his lip, and then finally press your lips against his. He kisses so eagerly, so hungrily, you almost can’t keep up with his tongue.

He hums and moans down your throat, holds onto your thighs tight enough to leave marks—fucks you, slowly and deeply, rolling his hips so smoothly you can already feel another orgasm rising. You wonder if he even knows how good he is.

“Min—” you just barely get it out around his lips. “Minnie…”

He slows down, but doesn’t stop.

“Easy,” you finally pry him off of you and push him down, hand just below his throat, “take it easy.”

“Sorry,” Seungmin slows his hips down even more, and eventually comes to a stop. His fingers are still digging into your skin, and his chest is heaving.

“No,” you run your fingers up and down his throat, kiss him one more time, and pull him up by the back of his neck until he’s sitting. “Nothing to be sorry for, you’re still a good boy.”

This has been too easy. You weren’t sure how easy it would be to get him underneath you, falling apart, begging for more…but you had a feeling he wanted it just as much as you. What you weren’t completely sure of was how much control he’d give to you.

Luckily, Seungmin is just what you hoped he would be: gentle, pliant, needy for attention, and very horny.

He melts into your touch—your fingers running through his hair, your thumbs running over his ears, still red and warm. You kiss and suck at the skin on his jaw, not caring if you leave marks. And very slowly, you start to move your hips again.

You have his shoulders for leverage now, and your arms are wrapped loosely around him. From this position he could take so much more control, but he doesn’t. He’s content just watching you move on him, looking up every so often until you look back. Every time you do, a smile tugs at his lips, and you can tell he just wants to kiss you again.

Keeping it from him is becoming a challenge. He craves touch and affection, and he might be the most patient, well-behaved fuck you’ve had in a long time, so you will give it to him eventually.

“Seungmin?” His name feels so nice rolling off of your tongue.

He looks at you…flushed, sweat rolling down the bridge of his nose. He answers by sliding his palm up along your spine.

“Seungmin…” you lock your arms around him, pull him in until your foreheads are touching, and start fucking him faster. He holds you steady, pulls you toward him, grinds you on his cock just how he likes it. “Oh god…ah, just like that, pup. Fuck.”

“Yeah?” He leans forward and kisses, “that feels good, hm?”

His words come out so heavy and warm and thick. You can’t stop him, you won’t. He keeps his pace and movements so steady, and it feels so good you could cry.

“Come for me, please. I wanna hear you.”

Seungmin, you whine his name, pathetically, like you’re falling apart, because you are. You moan and your legs start to shake, but he holds you tighter and keeps you moving on him. In and out, back and forth. Right where you need it. Over and over.

You cry out, and he smiles as he works you through it—gradually slowing down as you relax...then he lifts you up and off of him.

“No, I’m not done with you.”

“Just a little break,” he pushes his forehead against yours again, closes in on your lips, but you shake your head.

“You’re not in charge, pup.”

“I’m not, I know. Catch your breath.”

“You feel so good...I wanna keep going.”

“Not yet…” he grabs you around the middle and puts you on your back. “Relax.”

“Minnie…what are you doing?”

The room spins. You close your eyes. The bed shifts as he lays down, and you feel a blanket being pulled up and over you. And then his arm is there, pulling you against his warm body and holding you tight. Seungmin is turning everything upside down. You’re melting into him, and you like it.

“What about you?” You mumble into his chest, “I wanna make you feel good.”

“You are…don’t worry. We’re just catching our breath.”

“Seungmin”

He rubs your back, “hmm?” pulls away just enough to look at you.

“Nothing”

“Nothing? You sure?”

“No. What are we doing? Ooh…you like me.” It’s hard not to smile when you say it out loud again. “Do you, really?”

He laughs and tries to hide his face behind the blanket. “Yeah, sorry. Am I complicating things?”

“You are, but it’s okay.”

“Is it too much? We can keep going, if that’s what you want. You can take over again.”

“Is this what you like, sweetie?” You slide a fingertip along his jaw and over his ear. “Just being like this? Kissing…” you pull him close for one, “touching.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Seungmin is excited and relaxed and nervous all at once. You’re a little more than he was expecting, but he’s not going to complain. He wanted this. He still wants it.

Another kiss on his lips, “you just want taken care of, yeah?”

He nods.

“Good,” as soon as you wiggle your hand free, you slide it down his stomach until your fingertips find him, still hard. Taking care of Seungmin is the only thing on your mind now; making him feel good, giving him all the attention and affection he needs. Making sure he comes back for more.

Slow, gentle strokes—a kiss between his eyes, on the tip of his nose. You almost get teeth when you go for the smile on his lips.

His hands are all over you, touching everywhere he can.

You swallow every little moan that passes his lips, every hitch in his breath when he can’t keep from pushing his hips against you. He gets closer, and he wants more, but you just keep kissing him and touching him just enough.

“Can I…”

“Hmm?”

His eyes scan your face, and he pushes you flat on your back again. Before you even think of protesting, he’s on you, lips on your neck, hands on your thighs, hips grinding into yours. He stretches you out and his thumb finds your clit, still swollen and sensitive.

You focus on kissing him and letting him work. It’s not that you can’t give up control—you just usually don’t. Seungmin is making it easy, though. His pace isn’t too much. He’s not smothering you, and he’s not selfishly pounding you into the bed. Your thighs are resting on his lap, hips up, legs curled around him. And every time he slides in, his dick hits right where you need it to. You can breath between his kisses, and you can enjoy every soft movement of his fingers.

“Should’ve let you take over sooner…”

A pretty smile spreads across his face, and you get lost in his eyes; two big black crescent moons, squished by his pink cheeks. You’ve never had someone smile at you like him. Not while they fucked you like this, at least.

“So good...feels so good,” you barely hear him when he breathes it out. "Does it, baby?"

His mouth is on yours before you can answer, wet and messy, teeth biting and pulling at your lips—down to your throat, he bites and sucks and licks at the sweat forming there.

“You like leaving marks, pup?” You ask, but in your head is an echo of him calling you baby.

The mhmm against your neck makes you shiver.

“Should I keep them out for your friends to see?”

Seungmin is up and back in your face… "yes"…forehead against yours, “please.”

He’s getting so close. Whiney shallow breaths, slow deep thrusts.

“Come in me…it’s okay.”

That…and your fingers grabbing for his hair—that’s all he needed. It hits him and he falls onto you. Your hands move to wrap around his waist, and you hold tight as he slows himself and fills you up. All of his weight on you feels so good, though. His sweat and his heat, his heavy breaths moving across your face.

He shifts to kiss your neck again. Softly, though...no marks this time.

The room is quiet for a while, and only sounds are your legs rubbing against the sheets, against his thighs, the wet release of Seungmin’s lips on your skin.

“You okay?” He finally breaks the silence. “Was that okay?”

You nod and knead your fingers into his shoulders, “you have a good touch, pup.”

“I like that," he sighs, pulls himself out, crashes down next to you. But his arm stays draped over your stomach,

“Hmm, what do you like?”

He props himself up and bats his eyes at you, “I like being pup. Do you call…um, do you call other guys cute nicknames?” Seungmin looks away when he finally stutters it out.

“What makes you think there are other guys?”

And now his face turns bright red. “Oh, sorry, you’re just...you seem like you know what you're doing. You know what you want."

“It's alright. There hasn’t been anyone in a while.”

“Just me,” he whispers, and smirks.

“You’re my only pup.”

"Good."

Lips press against your shoulder, his arm squeezes and brings you closer. You can't help but lean into his embrace. Even now, after everything is done, at least for the moment, you can't escape your growing feelings for him. Sex didn't quench the desire—you don't want to get dressed and leave, you don't want to be done and rid of him until the feeling returns.

The guys you usually sleep with are one night stands for a reason, and you never think of them again when they leave. And you certainly don't give them cute nicknames.

"You threw me off a little, though."

"I did? What did I do?" he laughs, and he has no idea how much it cuts through you. "You were amazing."

"You're so sweet."

Seungmin searches your face, but he can’t figure out what’s going on in your head. It seems like you feel the same as he does, or it did, but right now is when it matters. You caught each other, you poured yourselves out all over place. Now what?

"What's wrong?" he gets even closer, and his nose is almost brushing against yours. "Coming down from everything, maybe? Do you want me to get your stuff so you can get dressed?"

"No, I don't wanna leave."

The relief that washes over his face—you can see it. He isn’t trying to be subtle, because Seungmin has already confessed his feelings to you. You kind of did, too. The difference is, you lied, because you weren’t totally, completely, one hundred percent sure until a few minutes ago.

Now he’s looking down at you like he didn’t just give you three orgasms, and like his come isn’t slowly dripping out of you.

“Not yet.”

“You can stay as long as you want.”

“I can take us to work in the morning.”

“You wanna spend the night? Ah, I can make us dinner, and breakfast…unless, maybe that’s too much.”

“No, it's not. But I am wondering something..."

He’s so eager to hear. He rests his chin on you and grins, “what is it?”

“Can we do that again? Can you really come all night?

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twiceinadream · 10 months

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“A More…Hands On Experience.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: G!P Fem! S/O is a pool cleaner, Jihyo is a very attractive woman who asks S/O to rub oil on her.

a/u: Hey everyone! I’m back with a new fic that I hope you all enjoy. I can’t believe it’s already been 4 years since I started writing on Tumblr and I don’t have any plans on stopping in the near future! I want to thank you all for continued love and support after all these years. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

The sun shone brightly over Guri, leaving the town in a beautiful glow. The air held a cool breeze and the warmth from the sun was just enough to heat the skin, more-or-less the day was pretty perfect.

You smiled to yourself as you hummed the last song you had heard on the radio under your breath. You were in good spirits, the weather was great, and you were on to the first client of the day. The house was very beautiful and you couldn’t help but marvel at all of the intricate botany.

The house itself looked quite modern as you walked up the little step to knock. It gave a hollow sound as you waited patiently, one of your hands in your pocket. It didn’t take long before you heard a faint, “Hold on, I’m coming!” From inside the house, the door was opened by the most beautiful woman you had ever seen and her attire - or lack there of - made your mouth go dry, “Hi, may I help you?”

You felt like your eyes were gonna pop out of your skull before you quickly shook your head and cleared your throat, recovering your professional demeanor, “Hi, yes, Miss Park?” The woman nodded and it finally clicked that your client was the Park Jihyo, “Hi, I’m Y/N from Palace Pool Cleaners. We have you scheduled for a pool cleaning this morning.”

It took all of your willpower to not look down since the woman before you was the subject of a very long standing crush and she was currently dressed in a very revealing bikini that was barely covered by a white dress shirt. “Oh goodness, you’re right. My apologies, it completely slipped my mind. I was actually about to lounge by the pool myself, it won’t interfere with your work will it?”

You shook your head, it wasn’t uncommon for clients to be out while you worked. Guaranteed most of your clients weren’t insanely attractive women who had been the object of your affection, but you needed to keep this professional. You couldn’t risk losing your job over a stupid crush, “Not at all, Miss Park. Depending on how much debris is in the pool and all the other little nuances I need to check up on for maintenance reasons. I should be out of here in two hours.”

The brunette smiled as she looked you up and down, you couldn’t help but stiffen your stance slightly as you flexed. Secretly hoping to attract such a gorgeous woman - you were only human after all. “Take all the time you need.”

With that, you gave a curt nod to not embarrass yourself any further, “Thank you, let me grab my supplies from the truck and I’ll get started. Is there a side gate I could use to access the backyard so I’m not lugging everything through your house?”

“Yeah, it’s to the right of the garage there’s a gate, it unlocks from the back so just reach over and it leads straight to the pool.” You nodded in thanks as you turned to leave. “One more thing,” you turned back around to see that the dress shirt had fallen down one of Jihyo’s shoulders and was now exposing a good amount of her cleavage that you fought not to gawk at, “you’re new aren’t you?” You nodded as you responded with a ‘yes’, making the brunette giggle, “I just wanted to say you are a lot easier on the eyes than my last pool cleaner.” You could barely believe your ears as Jihyo left you with a wink and disappeared back into her house.

How strange.

You finally let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as Jihyo closed the door, the front of your shorts felt uncomfortably tight as you turned to go back to your truck and grab the supplies you needed. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, ‘Fucking shit. I feel like I’m living in a bad porno.’

Once you had gathered everything you needed to get started with the cleaning you made your way to the backyard, through the gate that Jihyo had mentioned before and you almost stopped in your tracks at the sight. The brunette was propped up on a sun bed, sunglasses on her face and the white button down discarded. Revealing her large breasts that were barely contained by the straining fabric of her brown bikini top and the tiny bottom part that left nothing to the imagination that barely covered the woman’s slit.

You could faintly see the marks of an old tan line that she was probably working on getting rid of. Jihyo didn’t seem to pay any attention to you as you went to work as usual. you set your supplies down a little ways from the edge of the pool as you began assembling the pool skimmer. Screwing together the poll and attaching the net to the end as you dipped it onto the surface of the water and began collecting the stray leaves and occasional bug.

You hummed to yourself as you got lost in the monotony of your work - it wasn’t that you hated your job, you actually loved it, it was just simple and didn’t require much thinking after enough repetitions. The pool was a fairly decent size but wasn’t large enough that it took too much effort to get through. After you had skimmed the entirety of the pool you emptied the net into a trash bag you set off to the side and picked up the pool vacuum you had brought with you.

Thankfully, this pool didn’t have an algae problem as the low hum of the motor whirred to life as you plunged it beneath the surface and once again started your methodical walk around the pool’s edge. Making sure to cover every square inch so you wouldn’t have to do it over. The sun began to beat down, the temperature had risen to 86°F (30°C) and without the coverage of clouds or a breeze, you were beginning to sweat.

Once you finally made it all the way around you pulled out the vacuum and switched off the motor, sighing as you reached for the bottom hem of your shirt and pulled it off. You were wearing a black sports bra that covered everything but a low whistle suddenly reeled your mind back into the present as you remembered that you had an audience. You turned to face the woman still lounging in the pool chair, she had shed the white button down and was left in the skimpy bikini, your eyes wandered the the swell of her massive breasts as you bit your lip.

You were trying in vain to reign in your raging hormones as you felt your dick grow half-hard. But it was confined by your boxers and the lining of your swim trunks…for now.

The brunette had noticed your gaze as she chuckled slightly, “You can keep staring, jagi. I don’t mind.” Jihyo smirked as she pushed her chest out further, “I’m very proud of my body.”

You swallowed hard as you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling brave enough to flirt back, “My apologies, I was staring at your heart, but your boobs seem to be getting in the way.”

The singer was a little surprised by the fact that you had willingly matched her energy, “Funny and good looking, a very dangerous combo.”

You smiled as you headed back to your truck briefly to retrieve the bag of pool salt you needed to restore the correct ph levels in the pool. As you came back in, you noticed Jihyo staring as your muscles bunched slightly under the weight of the bag as you carried it over your right shoulder. Once you got back to the edge of the pool you set down the bag with the side of it facing the pool as you retrieved the box cutter from your pocket and created a small triangle at the bottom of the bag as the salt began spilling out.

After all the salt had been emptied out, you crumpled up the bag and stuffed it into the trash. Tying the elastic strings to keep it closed and everything you had taken out of the pool or used stayed in it. you were finally done and you went through without any more embarrassing incidents other than flirting back a little with the beautiful woman.

You made the short walk to where Jihyo was still lounging and stopped a safe distance away as you cleared your throat to grab her attention. The brunette turned her head as she lifted her sunglasses to properly look at you, “Miss Park, everything is finished. I cleaned and skimmed your pool as well as added more salt into it to restabilize the ph levels. If there’s nothing else you need, I can see myself out. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!”

You wanted to heave a sigh of relief as you were able to get out your entire speech and not get distracted by the tempting pillows of softness that called to you. But before you could continue patting yourself on the back for not being a perv, Jihyo pursed her lips in thought before an idea came to mind.

She reached to the table beside her as she retrieved a bottle of sun tan oil, “Actually, there may be something you can help me with.” You nodded, “I need help applying this oil and you seem like such a nice person. I’m just trying to even out my tan lines and I can’t seem to do it properly. Would you mind doing it for me?”

You felt like your head was spinning with lust, “Yeah, I guess, I can.” The brunette’s smile was practically predatory once she heard your consent. She was finally able to set the plan she had been thinking of for the last hour and a half into motion.

“Since you’re new and all, I was hoping I could give you a better perspective on Guri. A chance to get a more…hands on experience.” As the words left Jihyo’s mouth, she released the hold she had at the front of her bikini top as she let it drop and slide off her arms.

Your eyes felt like you were going to bug out of your skull as you stared at the woman’s bare breasts. They were enormous and when she sat back on the lounge chair, they bounced slightly as they settled back into place after being jostled. You swallowed hard as all you could do was stare, “Shit, you’re beautiful.”

Jihyo giggled at the compliment as she reached down for the oil, holding up the bottle in front of you, “Care to help me, jagiya? I can’t do it properly myself.” There was a hint of a pout in her voice as you took it from her, you were very much in shock about everything that was happening as you uncapped the bottle and began drizzling the liquid onto the brunette’s chest. “That’s it, don’t be shy.”

You preened at the words that fell from the older woman’s lips as you watched the oil drip down the pillowy mountains of titty flesh. You reached a tentative hand up to rub the oil into her skin but stopped, unsure if this was what she really wanted you to do. Jihyo smirked as she grabbed your hand and placed it firmly on her breast, “Rub it in please.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pliant flesh beneath your hand. Rubbing the oil over the singer’s warm skin as you kneaded her breasts. Your movements became more bold as you chanced a pinch to her left nipple, eliciting a soft moan from your client as she pressed her chest closer to you. The tent at the front of your swim shorts was extremely obvious as the outline of your dick stood out proudly. You were painfully hard as you continued to spread the oil all over Jihyo’s chest while fondling her tits, ‘This can’t be fucking real. Whatever I did to deserve this, thank you Universe!’ You mused to yourself as you realized the brunette had been staring at you.

“Why don’t I get you now, yeah?” You quirked an eyebrow in confusion as you paused from rubbing the oil onto the older woman’s taught stomach.

“What do you mean?” Jihyo had a predatory gleam in her eyes as she urged you to stand, she followed suit as her breasts swayed with the movement.

“I think you could use some oil too. It would look just delectable on you.” Before you could speak, Jihyo poured a healthy amount into her hands and began rubbing it onto your abdomen and down your arms. The brunette bit her lip as she felt you up, her eyes drifting down to see a very obvious bulge. You followed her gaze as you suddenly felt self-conscious.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t warn you. I have a…” But before you could continue Jihyo sank to her knees as she kissed the tip of your dick beneath the swim trunks.

“Don’t apologize for who you are. Ever.” The comment was incredibly endearing as your felt your heart grow light.

‘This woman really is amazing.’

It didn’t take long for Jihyo to bring you back to the present as she hooked her fingers into the shorts, “May I?”

It was now your turn to bite your lip as you nodded, “Please.”

In a slow and practiced motion, Jihyo began pulling down your swim trunks. She hit a snag around your erect cock before she was able to get the tight material around it and was shocked to see the sheer size of it in the open. The brunette made quick work of the shorts as you stepped out of them and kicked it away, leaving the singer to stare at your impressive length. You were both long and thick making you the perfect combination as your dick flexed up to your stomach.

“Wow, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen.” Jihyo smiled as she reached a hand up to begin stroking your cock, “You just keep getting better and better.”

You wanted to respond but your mind was a bit more preoccupied with the sight of Park Jihyo on her knees as she stroked your dick. Opting for a nod and pleased hum.

The brunette leaned forward as she placed a kiss to your balls, moving up so she could lick a long line up the underside of your shaft to the dribbling head. The slightly salty taste of your precum coated her tongue as your hand found its way into her hair, tangling her locks in between your fingers. Jihyo took the tip of your cock into her mouth and she felt a spurt of cum as you groaned at the sudden heat around you, but before she could work down more of your impressive length she felt her head jerk forward as you pulled her closer to your groin.

More cock than she could handle was suddenly filling her mouth as the head of your length hit the back of throat and she gagged. And just as quickly as you had pushed her down on your cock, you pulled her off just as fast as apologies fell from your lips. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be that rough with you, your mouth just feels really g….”

Before you could apologize further, Jihyo took you back into her mouth, but this time at her own pace. You moaned aloud as you felt her throat muscle contract as she took you all the way to the root, pulling back as she ran her tongue along the underside of your shaft. In an attempt to not choke the brunette a second time, you refrained from pulling at her hair as you carded your fingers through it instead. Thrusting forward every so often to chase the warmth that was being pulled off of you.

The head of your dick began leaking in a steady stream as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten at how close you were to cumming. you let out a guttural moan, “Of fuck, Jihyo-ssi, I’m gonna cum.”

But just as the words left your mouth, the brunette completely pulled off of your length as a few ropes of cum shot out onto the singer’s face. You groaned as your balls clenched but you were left completely unsatisfied without any further stimulation, causing the tightening in your stomach to worsen. “Wh..what the h…hell?”

The ruined orgasm was borderline painful as your abdominal muscles grew taught but there was nothing else to combat the intense feeling. You groaned as you looked down to see your shaft even harder than before as it still rested stiffly against your stomach. But your heart seemed to stop at the view before you, Park Jihyo with lines of your cum on her face. She wore a very proud smirk as you panted, “I’m sorry, Y/N-ah, did that hurt?”

The brunette’s voice was full of false sympathy as she mocked you, which in turn pissed you off further. You growled lowly as you gripped her hair in your fist and pulled Jihyo to stand, still using her hair to guide the forceful movements as you brought her close to your face. “You must think you’re so clever. You’re gonna pay for that, sweetheart.”

Jihyo stared up to meet your eyes, accepting the challenge. “Oh, I’d love to see you try.” You pulled her into a rough kiss, void of the sweetness she had expected from you as teeth clashed and tongues wrestled for dominance. And Jihyo had to admit, she had never been more turned on in her life.

No matter what she threw at you, you gave it back to her ten fold, which was how she found herself hovering over your mouth. Her bikini bottoms completely soaked through, but you didn’t even bother to remove them as you pulled them to the side and licked a strip up the center of her pussy. Jihyo moaned at the feeling as she pressed lower trying to get more friction against her weeping folds.

You were arguably too horny to tease and you were quickly getting over your anger due to the ruined orgasm since the taste of the brunette on your tongue was just too enticing to abstain from. It had a sweet yet tangy flavor that you couldn’t get enough of as you ran the flat of your tongue almost to her clit, but stopped at the second, you weren’t letting her off the hook that easily.

But Jihyo was quick with her wits as she bucked forward trying to feel more of your tongue, “How about I give you a true taste of Guri?”

You laughed slightly, “Are you always this cheesy when you’re having sex or is this just for my benefit?” You didn’t give her a chance to respond as your tongue teased at her entrance, taking in more of her leaking arousal. But before you could dive deeper into the singer’s depths you pulled away to place a kiss to her inner thigh, “But, ever since I’ve gotten here, I feel like I’m living in a poorly written porn script.”

To her benefit, Jihyo had the humility to laugh as a genuine smile broke out onto her lips. “Well I’m disappointed that my seduction came off as poorly written porn. Was it really that bad?”

“To be fair, when you wanted me to touch your boobs you phrased it as a ‘hands on experience’.” You chuckled as you craned your neck to suck on her clit briefly, “I’ll give you the benefit of a doubt that it came off as cheesy rather than poorly written porn.”

Jihyo hummed as she lost focus on the conversation as she relished in the feeling of her clit getting the attention it so desperately craved, “I can accept that. But can we save the pillow talk for after, I think there are more pressing matters at the moment.”

You chuckled as you kissed her clit, “I agree. Why don’t you ride me, jagi, I want to see those beautiful tits bounce for me. Least you could do since you spilled oil all over me.”

The brunette smirked as she wiggled her way out of her bikini bottoms so that the two were completely naked, “I can definitely get on top of that idea and get on top of you as well.”

You both laughed out loud but your laughing ceased as Jihyo sank down on your cock. The feeling of being stretched open made the singer moan loudly as the rippling heat around your dick made you groan as one of your hands shot to hold onto Jihyo’s hip, guiding her down till you bottomed out inside of her. She breathed through her nose as she felt her inner walls adjust to the stretch, it had been awhile since she had been with anyone and her fingers were never this thick or this deep inside of her.

The brunette let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding as she slowly began to rise up from atop of your cock till only the tip remained inside of her then dropped down. Eliciting a moan from both of you as pleasure crawled up your spines. Jihyo bounced on your lap as your dick had enough curve to it to rub against the spot inside of her that made her see stars when she pulled out at just the right angle. Your eyes were transfixed on her wobbling tits as an unashamed look of lust adorned your face.

You even reached the hand that hadn’t found purchase on the brunette’s hip to continue squeezing and teasing her breasts. “Shit, just like that, good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

Jihyo’s breathing came out in clipped pants as she moved faster, the sound of her skin slapping against your’s made her blush as loud moans fell from her mouth. “God, only for you. You're filling me up so much.”

The singer sounded breathless as she began adding in the occasional rock of her hips to elicit more pleasure against her clit. You groaned beneath her as the hot and tight walls of Jihyo’s pussy gripped your shaft firmly, massaging it in a way that sent your head spinning. Everything felt amazing and the fact that you were even more pent up from the very unsatisfying release from before didn’t help. You felt dangerously close to the edge as you began thrusting up to meet Jihyo’s hips.

“Fucking shit, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum!” Your voice was strained as the idol’s inner walls tightened even more around you. There was only so much more of this that you could take before you were at the end of your wits.

“Cum inside, I’m on the pill. I’m almost there!” Jihyo’s voice raised an octave as her thrusts became a blur of short up and down movements. Not wanting to part from you for long as she reached a hand down to rub at her clit.

The sight of the woman atop you: riding you, touching herself, and her gigantic tits bouncing was enough to send you careening over the edge as you choked on a moan before feeling your abdomen contract and your balls tighten. Ropes of your cum shot deep inside of Jihyo as the feeling triggered the singer’s orgasm in turn and caused her walls to clench rhythmically around your cock.

Jihyo finally let out the scream she had been suppressing as she tilted her head back up to the sky as she came. Her release squirted out onto you ever so slightly as she felt your hot load in her womb. She sighed as her walls gave one final squeeze to your shaft after she had milked you for all you were worth. Jihyo looked down to see that your eyes had closed and a blissful smile graced your lips. She could tell you were awake, but barely.

That’s when her exhaustion seemed to hit her as well, she didn’t bother moving too much as she leaned forward to rest her body atop of yours. She could feel your dick softening a little inside of her as she placed lazy kisses on your neck, “That was amazing.”

You had started tracing random patterns on her naked back that she found oddly soothing, “I think amazing might be an understatement.”

Finally, you two broke the scene that the two of you had built as you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend. Placing a kiss to the crown of her head, “Thank you for doing this with me. I know a scene like this was a little weird.”

Jihyo grinned as she cuddled closer to you, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, jagiya. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time”

You laughed slightly before a yawn cut you off, “Tell me about it. You even squirted!” The idol could practically feel the smug smile on your face as she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get too full of yourself, Y/N-ah.” Jihyo yawned as she felt her eyes start to droop, “I’m gonna nap for a little, the whole thing really tired me out. I love you, jagi.”

You smiled as you pulled your girlfriend as close to you as humanly possible, “I love you too, Jihyo-ah.”

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stargazing15 · 1 year

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A dad Jake blurb

Because dad Jake, I don't think there is any other explanation necessary.

Sorry, my brain can't come up with a title

Enjoy!

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He was proud, so fucking proud of himself.

Jake had the week off and came to you with the proposal to take care of everything to lift some weight of your shoulders. Of course typical Jake, to gain some much deserved mommy & daddy time with a big smirk on his face.

So you made your husband the list, oh yeah the list with everything: grocery shopping, your daughter's schedule (from kindergarten to toddler gymnastics and what not to forget to bring with you), cleaning, ironing and not to forget the cooking. Maybe you were going to take over the ironing, just to keep all the clothes safe from burns.

Back to the present. He was walking from his car to the gate of the school, flaunting with your daughter on one hand and her backpack in his other. Sunglasses on, a tight white t-shirt showing off the muscles underneath and his dog tags visible. Jake had always liked the attention his looks attracted, but only yours and your daughter's mattered to him.

He flexed his armmuscles now and then so that every boy in your daughter's class knew not to mess with her, Jake was making sure of that, she has a strong daddy. All the 4 year olds were looking at him with their mouths open, so did their moms.

Now it was official, your daughter was holding the title of kid with the hottest coolest dad.

"He is eyecandy." "Look at him." "I am so going to get a divorce and mark him." "I call dibbs on him."

The comments stroked his ego, but he didn't care about them anymore, so he ignored them, giving all his attention to the little girl holding his hand.

After his little catwalk moment with your daughter, though Jake crumbled and got on his knees to hug the little girl and wave her goodbye.

He was proud, very proud, he brought her finally to kindergarten by himself. He could do it, everything.

"Jake!" Oh, that is a familiar voice.

There were you, did you forget he was bringing her to school?

"Forget something?" He quickly imagined the bring to kindergarten-list en checked off everything.

"Nope sweets. Everything has been taken care off."

You bring forth the lunchbox you were hiding behind your back. "Lunchbox?"

"Oh. Here sweetheart, dad forgot your lunchbox, good thing we still have mommy. Give her a kiss and go conquer school. Have fun." He said while putting the lunchbox in her backpack.

"Bye mommy, bye daddy!" And off she was.

"He is married?" "That's his wife?"

"How lucky am I that I have you? I love you sweets."

"Very lucky, love you too Jakey." He kissed you in front of all the moms, he kissed you with so much love and passion that you were already looking forward to the mommy & daddy time later today.

"Ew mommy and daddy!" You both heard your daughter scream from the playground.

Jake was a proud man, very proud that he can call himself your husband.

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cottonlemonade · 8 days

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Hello! Can I order a large chai latte for here with Sachiro Hirugami! I don't see much a fic of my baby😭 I fell inlove with him the moment I saw him on the anime🤣

Date Night With Your Husband

word count: 765 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Hirugami x chubby!Reader

genre: suggestive fluff

warnings: mdni, nsfw, spoilers

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“After you, madam.“

Your husband Sachiro opened the front door to your apartment with a little bow.

“Thank you, kind sir.“

As you walked past him, you cupped his cheek and he smiled contently.

After helping you out of your jacket you both b-lined to the kitchen, setting up camp in front of the open fridge, scavenging for food. As fun and romantic as the date at the observatory was, it had supremely lacked in snacks. You fed Sachiro a cherry tomato before tossing one into your own mouth.

After the third tomato he asked, “Pudding cups?” with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You dug around in the bottom shelf and produced two - one chocolate, one vanilla. A quick game of rock paper scissors decided that you (the winner) got to pick first and so you chose chocolate. Lounging around the kitchen, leaning against the counters, you talked about the exhibit and made plans what to have for dinner next week.

With a sweet vanilla flavored kiss he went off to take a shower, leaving you to wait in the bedroom, reading a few pages of your book.

Sachiro smoothed out the shirt he wore to bed and plopped down onto the sheets, when he heard the shower turning on and your distinct humming through the rushing water.

He scrolled through his phone, checking emails and his schedule for any upcoming surgeries at the vet clinic, when his eyes fell onto the cover of your book that was left pages down on your pillow to hold your place. He must have seen that cover a hundred times but apparently he never registered the seductive look of the very shirtless man who smirked up at him from the dust jacket.

With a curiously furrowed brow he picked it up and read a few lines while reaching for the glass of water on his nightstand.

He choked mid-sip, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Okay, maybe it was just a crazy coincidence that he just happened to pick up the book at this scene. So he flipped a few pages back. Nope. The characters were at it again, this time in a restaurant bathroom. He thought back to the previous nights when he remembered you reading it before bed. With a completely straight face. How?!

When you came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around your body, you stopped in your tracks when you found your husband sitting with his back leaning against the headboard, your … “adult“ book in one hand, while the other was covering his mouth in a mixture of curious wonder and disbelief.

“Honey?“, he began without taking his eyes off the pages, “Would you have wanted me to get a bit more handsy at the observatory? Or-“, he turned to a previous page for reference, “follow you into the bathroom and-“

“Oh God, Sachiro, why are you reading that?“ Your voice came out in a high pitched, hysterical (and mortified) giggle and you jumped back into the en suite, hiding behind the door, only glancing through the slit in the frame at your husband, who - eyes still glued to the book - got up and sauntered over to you.

He offered a quick review. “The plot is … non-existent.”

That got you out of the corner.

“Now hold up, the plot is … it’s there!”

“Uh huh.”, he grinned and, remembering that he saw a couple of times that the male character liked to lean in doorways, he did the same, grinning at you with a raised brow.

Your face moved from tomato to beetroot red and you tried to move past him but channeling the book character he caught a corner of the towel and pulled ever so slightly. Originally, he just wanted to tease you and keep you in place but your determination to run away in embarrassment brought him the utter delight of his naked wife, still wet from the shower, reaching for the towel and in the process stumbling into his arms. He always loved the softness of your body and scolded you whenever you criticized your weight. He adored cuddling, kissing and touching every inch of you and he proved that as often as you’d let him.

He shut the book with a soft snap and you felt his arm tightening around your chubby waist, pulling you flush against him. Your mouth opened a little when you felt something hard pushing against your generous thighs.

“I also read that part you dog-eared, sweetheart.”, Sachiro said quietly, moving his hand lower, “Wanna give it a try?”

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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letters to you: graduation day - rafe cameron

summary: you think you know him too well. he surprises you yet again.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, intoxication

wc: 3.4k

a/n: hi hello happy sunday <3 i've had this in the drafts for so long and have yet to post it so i hope you guys like it. eeeeek. i've missed them. please leave me some love! reblogs are very appreciated!

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The shot Emma holds out in front of you seems to be the only thing promising to dull the ache in your chest. It’s graduation day; specifically, morning, and you’re already dressed, makeup on, hair done. Ethan lounges against the countertop with his own shot glass, and Christian stands directly beside him with one as well. You accept the shot and cheer with the group, plastering a smile on your face for their sakes as you down it.

UNC, in all their great wisdom, scheduled your graduation on a Thursday. Rafe, ever so apologetic and regretful, couldn’t take two full days from work, given that May is their busiest time of the year. He’d promised to watch the livestream, to call you every hour before you go and every hour after, and apologized profusely over multiple days. You’d told him it was okay; that it wasn’t even that big of a deal and you were going to be busy anyway.

That, you realize, was a lie. You want him here more than anything in the world; to see you in your white dress that you’d agonized over and watch you walk across that stage to receive the thing you’ve worked toward for the last four years.

Emma nudges you with her elbow, drawing you out of your silent pity party. You give her a forced smile, then hold your shot glass out for her to refill.

“Nope,” she mutters, “You’re a lightweight. Can’t have you falling over on that stage.”

“Em,” you press, “He’s not here. Give me another.”

You say it quietly, keeping it from Ethan and Christian. When they had come in, surprised not to see Rafe, they gave you the look. The one that silently questions if the two of you were through, and that’s why he’s not here. Quickly, you’d defended Rafe’s absence and they’d accepted the reasoning, but their expressions still hold up in your head.

“Y/N, maybe–”

“Emma,” you groan, “I swear–”

“Fine,” she shrugs, “Fine. I’ll just laugh when you fall.”

You smile and shake your head at her, downing the shot quickly. You watch as Emma checks her phone, firing off two texts and locking it before you can strain your neck to see who she’s texting. Ethan’s here, so is Chris, and so are you.

“Who–”

“Caroline,” she says quickly, shoving her phone away, “She wants to meet up for drinks later.”

You swallow, “Oh. That will be fun.”

Fun for Emma. Not for you. Caroline hadn’t so much as looked your way ever since she hit on Rafe and he couldn’t have acted less interested, and suddenly, the invitation she used to extend out to you seemed to disappear. Not that you minded, but the thought of Emma going out tonight and leaving you here alone makes your chest grow even heavier.

“Y/N…” she trails off, obviously not sure what to say.

“Em, it’s fine. It’s graduation day. You deserve to celebrate,” you give her a smile that almost feels genuine, “We all do.”

She just nods slowly, her eyes wide with an emotion you can’t seem to place. Ethan steps over to her before you two can discuss it any further, and when Christian calls out for your attention, you give it to him.

Just as you grow comfortable in your conversation with him, being drunk enough to ramble without thinking much about what you’re saying, there’s a knock at your front door. You look over at Emma and furrow your eyebrows, but she just shrugs and points to it.

“You get it,” she says, pulling Ethan closer to her.

“Why should I get it?” you argue, blinking rapidly when you notice how unsteady you are.

“Shit, Y/N, I told you not to drink–”

The knock sounds again, and more so out of irritation for the consistent knocking than curiosity about who it is, you rush to the door. You grab the wall for support, yanking on the door handle. Ready to tell off whoever is on the other side, you feel your knees buckle when you see him.

The sight of Rafe Cameron in a dress shirt and tie, holding a bouquet of peonies and sporting a wide grin is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

He chuckles as he takes you in, but barely has time to step forward before you dive onto him. Your legs hook around his waist and he grabs ahold of you instinctually, gripping your waist like his life depends on it.

“Honey–” he starts, but you stop him when you start to cry into his neck.

“You said—” you practically whine, “You said you couldn’t make it.”

He laughs, shifting his head so he can press a kiss to your now wet cheek.

“You didn’t really think I’d miss your graduation, did you?”

Your response is only to let out a cry against his neck, squirming deeper into him. Wanting to feel every inch to ensure he’s real, he’s here, and he’s yours.

You hear Emma giggle from the doorway, but you ignore her. After a minute, Rafe gently sets you down and lets you get your bearings before pulling you into him by your waist, letting your hands link around his neck.

“You okay?” he asks, smirk threatening his lips.

You nod, “I just– I–”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrow, and when he steals a suspecting glance at Emma, she speaks.

“She’s a little drunk,” Emma murmurs.

Rafe laughs, “Is that true, honey?”

“No,” you defend, your body heating up, “I just missed my boyfriend.”

Rafe laughs again, and you swear the sound makes your heart beat faster. He leans down and kisses the top of your head twice, making you smile.

“He missed you, too,” he says quietly, “Let’s go inside.”

Emma takes the flowers from Rafe’s hand and hurries off to the kitchen to put them in a vase while you cling to Rafe’s side, unwilling and unable to peel away. He just laughs and rubs your back, letting you do whatever it is you need to.

He greets Ethan and Christian in the kitchen, making small talk with them while glancing down at you every few seconds. When you rest your chin on his sternum and smile up at him, he chuckles and leans down to give you a kiss.

“Too short,” you complain when he pulls back.

He smiles, “I’m gonna make you some coffee, okay?”

You just nod, letting him guide you to the coffee maker on the opposite counter. While he pours the coffee grounds in, you pull yourself up on the counter and watch him as he works. Once the machine starts to whir, he steps over to you, settling between your legs.

“Can’t believe you’re here,” you whisper, your nails scratching the back of his neck.

“Can’t believe you’re drunk,” he counters, “I’m sorry you thought I wasn’t coming. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“You certainly surprised me,” you mumble, pulling him closer by his collar, “Kiss me?”

“Mhm,” he hums.

His lips meet yours and you feel calmer, you feel like you’re home. His hands rest on the tops of your thighs and he laughs into your mouth when you pull him in further and further, until you’re visibly ready to undress him in the middle of the kitchen.

“Y/N, damn!” Emma teases.

You giggle and drop your grip on him, but you don’t look away. You’re too lost in the sea of blue and in the alcohol coursing through your veins. Rafe grins and pecks your lips one more time, then steps away to get your coffee.

Emma, Ethan, and Christian leave the two of you alone — much to Emma’s demand, you’re sure — and head into the living room.Rafe glances between you and the coffee every few seconds, and when he watches you happily swinging your feet and getting lost in your own head as you think about him being here.

“I brought you a present,” Rafe says quietly, carrying over a mug full of coffee with the perfect amount of cream mixed in for you.

Your eyes widen, “A present?”

He laughs as you take the mug from him and sip.

“Yes, honey, a present,” he smiles, “Do you want it now, or—”

“Yes!”

He chuckles, “Wait here.”

You grin and clutch your mug tightly while he steps over to his bag, which was happily abandoned in the doorway of your apartment when you pulled him inside. He pulls out a present wrapped in brown paper, with a black bow tied around it in string. You smile; the wrapping itself reminds you so much of Rafe already.

When he returns to his spot in front of you, he takes his time examining your face. Your drunken – but sobering — eyes, your tipsy smile, and the ever so little scrunch in your nose.

“I hope you like it,” he says, holding up the wrapped present. “There’s a letter, too, but I’m gonna wait ‘til you’ve sobered up to give you that.”

“Rafe,” you pout, wanting the letter more than anything.

In response, he pushes the present closer, “Open.”

You do as he instructs and tug on the loosely tied bow, watching it fall apart in your hands. Rafe scoffs at your slow speed, which makes you look up at him and giggle.

“I love your wrapping,” you giggle.

“Thank you, slowpoke,” he rolls his eyes playfully.

You tear the paper bit by bit, pulling it back until you recognize exactly what is in the package.

“Your copy of Pride and Prejudice?”

It’s worn; the right corner of the cover is creased, and you remember how you drew a tiny R on the left side with a heart. You pull it from the wrapping completely as he hums, feeling your heart ache in your chest at the sight of the book that brought the two of you together.

“Yeah, I, uh, I reread it. And I wrote little notes underneath my old ones for you. I wanted to show you how having you in my life has changed my perspective. On everything.”

Your eyes well up with tears the moment you process his words, and it’s as if the shots melt away. A perfect pout forms on your lips as you open it and flip through, finding his old notes that you recognize, along with new ones in a different colored pen.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, “Rafe, this is such a great present. I can’t wait to read it all. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He grins when you pull him in by his tie and begin to press kisses onto his cheeks and jawline. You set the book down on the counter so you can feel him with both hands, silently letting him know that he’s going to have to be the one to stop you — and only if he wants.

“Hey,” he murmurs, guiding you back with a gentle hand on your cheek so he can look you in the eye, “I hope you understand that I mean that. I was a completely different person before you. When you came into my life, with your adjectives and your books and your perfect little pout, I knew I was completely and totally screwed. I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”

“Rafe,” you whine, and when a tear slips, he brushes it away immediately, “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I hope so,” he replies smugly, then presses a kiss to your forehead, “Drink your coffee.”

You do as instructed and pick the mug back up, smiling when the book catches your eye. It’s the perfect present to represent your relationship with Rafe; how the two of you started, where you are now, and everything in between.

“If I finish the mug, can I have my letter?” you ask, adding your pout before saying, “Pretty please?”

You watch as he visibly caves. His shoulders fall and his eyes narrow slightly, but he nods.

“Yes,” he sighs.

“Thank you,” you grin and take a long sip, proving to him that you’re dedicated.

He stands with you as you drink your coffee, and the buzz that took only a few minutes to gain, takes only a few sips of coffee to lose.

The second you show him your empty mug and raise your brow suggestively, his chest deflates with an exhale, and he steps back over to his bag.

You steal a few kisses from him as the letter exchanges hands, and when you finally hold it in your grasp, he swallows.

“I’m gonna step out,” he nods toward the back door, pulling the cigarettes from his pocket, “Take your time.”

You attempt to speak, to ask him about it, but he kisses you again and steps away before you can get your thoughts in order. Only when you hear Emma erupt in cheers as Rafe steps through the living room do you flip the envelope over and pull the pages from it.

Y/N,

My girl. My honey.

I am so beyond proud of you. Today and every day. I can’t even believe that we’ve been together long enough to have reached this point. I mean, I can, but in a larger sense, I can’t. Do you know what this means, though? Selfishly, I keep reminding myself that this means you’re one step closer to moving in with me. I know that’s not what’s on your mind right now, but it’s the only thing on mine. We’ve done our version of long distance for long enough. I want you all to myself, every day, forever.

That being said, I’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen beyond the summer. How am I supposed to have you, and then let you go again?

I’ve decided that I’m not willing to do that. That as much as I love you, and as much as I want to be with you in any capacity that I can, I want to see your smile every day. I want to hear your laugh, and feel your kisses, and end every single day with you in my bed. Our bed.

So, here’s my proposal. You can say no. But, I pray that you don’t, because I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it. I want to go to grad school with you. Wherever you go, I want to move with you. I’ll find another job, I’ll do whatever I have to do. I want to be there for you when you study for big tests or have a shitty day or hate your professor. I want all of it. Will you let me come with you? I’ll grovel as much as you want.

Anyway, this letter is supposed to be about you. Everything you’ve accomplished. You’re going to do amazing things in this world. You’ve already done amazing things to my world. I could not be prouder of you than I am. All of that work and stress is finally paying off, honey, and that’s all anyone can ask for. I can’t wait to see you walk across that stage and get your diploma. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.

I love you so much. I could not be more grateful to have you in my life. You’re so beautiful. Come find me. I’m sure I need a kiss from you.

Yours forever,

Rafe

Tears are pouring from your eyes before you even register their presence. For a while, you’ve known how much Rafe loves you. For a while, you’ve known that he is excited to have you moving in with him. However, this letter seems to solidify all of it to you.

Without even giving it a second thought, you hop off of the counter and head out of the kitchen, only to be met with the three tipsy souls in the living room.

Emma’s eyes immediately grow with concern when she sees your state, but then, her eyes fall to the letter. Immediately, she softens and smiles, then nods her head toward the balcony.

“Rafe Cameron seemed anxious,” she murmurs, “Go get him.”

You smile and nod your head. Ethan catches your eye as he blatantly looks between the two of you, dumbfounded.

“I never know what the fuck is going on around here,” he grunts.

“That’s okay, sweetie,” Emma replies in a condescending voice, “At least you’re pretty.”

You laugh and then step away from them, toward the sliding door. You take a moment to observe him before you open it. His tense back, his hair — that you notice is freshly cut for the occasion — and the cigarette that rests between his fingers, looking only about halfway through, which is slow for him.

You try to push the door open quietly, but he turns around, anyway. When he sees you, with the water under your eyes and your fingers still clutching the letter, he gives you a soft smile. He opens his mouth, and somehow, you know it’s to backtrack. To offer you a way out before you commit. You shake your head, which silences him.

“Yes,” you blurt, “Yes, yes, yes. Come with me. I want you there.”

He lets out a relieved breath, and the grin that spreads across his face makes your heart skip a beat or two. He drops his cigarette without a care and then rushes over to you, taking you into his embrace and holding you right into his chest.

“Oh, thank you,” he murmurs into your ear, “Honey, thank you. I want to be there for you.”

You smile and look up at him, silently begging for a kiss. He gives you one, then two, then three, and only stops when you giggle.

“Rafe, our place is gonna be so cute,” you gush, “We’ll have to get a really big bookshelf, though, to fit both of our collections. And we could have a super organized kitchen. I’ve always wanted an organized kitchen, but Emma’s always scattering everything around, and—”

“Y/N,” Rafe laughs, stopping you, “You can put it all however you want. I’m there for you, not the bookshelf or the kitchen. Okay?”

“Okay,” you chuckle, “I’m so excited.”

“Me, too, honey.”

He holds you tight on the balcony where the two of you had your first real conversation, and he does it until Emma comes to the door and tells you that it’s time to go. You pout and allow your grip to tighten around him, unwilling to separate.

“You need to go,” he tells you quietly, “Can’t be late to your own graduation.”

“Promise you’ll find me after?”

His shoulders fall and he shakes his head, “Yes, honey. I promise.”

Reluctantly, you release him and step toward the back door. Just before you shove it further open and slip back through, you turn back and take him in.

“What if I go to grad school all the way in California?”

He knows it’s a test; a ridiculous question. You’ve never expressed any interest in going out there for school, and he knows you’re not going to start now.

“I’ll come with you,” he grins.

“What about Alaska?”

You bite down on your bottom lip to hide a smile as he starts over, towering above you and eyeing your mouth.

“Anywhere.”

You open your mouth to reply, to dare him to kiss you, when Emma’s voice rings through the air once more.

“Y/N! We have to go!”

“Find me after,” you say quickly to Rafe, then stand up on your tiptoes to peck his lips, “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he replies, nodding inside.

When you look back one last time, you watch Rafe begin to shake his head at your antics. Your lips tip up and you let the two words escape your lips, needing confirmation from him before you go.

“You’re mine?”

He smiles, “I’m yours. Go.”

You nod happily and hurry to Emma, who holds her hand out to you and drags you out the front door, leaving only Rafe, Ethan, and Christian in your apartment. Immediately, Emma starts to gush about Ethan. When she sees the look on your face, however, the blissful, happy expression, she stops and smiles. The only person who cares about your happiness as much as Rafe is Emma, and she can tell that whatever was in that letter has changed your life. As much as today signifies separation between the two of you, it signals something greater for you, and that’s all Emma could ever ask for.

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marlynnofmany · 9 months

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Star-Crossed

It’s not that I make a habit of being the nosy one on the spaceship, but some things you just can’t walk past. And an argument over whether to tell the captain was one of them.

I paused in the hallway, one foot in the air and my arms full of boxes from the storage hold, then I spun on my heel and went back to the doorway that Trrili was so fond of leaping out of. She wasn’t startling crewmates today. She was trying to convince Coals that something wasn’t worth bothering the captain about.

“There are no settlementssss nearby,” she said, hissing in irritation. “It is moving slowly. Old information.” She loomed over him, all black and red and mandibles and pincher arms.

Coals was just as unimpressed as usual. “Could still be useful information to someone,” he said, arms crossed and scaly face impassive.

“It issss marked,” Trrili said slowly, “For courtship.”

“That’s been known to be important,” Coals replied.

“Old information!” Trrili said again.

“What is?” I piped up from the hallway.

Trrili turned her faceted eyes on me. “A small message beacon that is clearly a waste of our precious time.”

“Might not be,” Coals said, not moving.

“Is it much of a detour?” I asked.

“Nope,” Coals said.

“Then it couldn’t hurt to look, right? I don’t think we’re behind schedule.”

Trrili made a hissing groan, waving pincher arms and forelegs both. “It is a courtship note! Those are beyond tiresome! And it is bound to be outdated!”

Coals tactfully stepped aside. “Could have been dropped by a passing ship.”

“At that speed?” Trrili demanded, jabbing a wrist-finger at one of the screens on the console behind her. “A wrench dropped in hull maintenance moves faster than that.”

I leaned to get a look without stepping into accidental whacking range. There did seem to be a radar-style image of a blinking dot off to the side of our projected route. I couldn’t make out all the words from across the room, but I did see one that looked like “courtship.” At least it wasn’t a distress beacon.

“So what does that classification mean?” I asked. “Is it a love note drifting through space? Did someone not have a way to send a proper transmission?”

Coals tipped his lizardy head in a shrug. “I’d say it was meant to be a secret, but then, it’s broadcasting for anyone nearby to pick up. My bet is that the sender didn’t know exactly where to find the recipient, so they launched this in their general direction.”

“A long time ago,” Trrili reminded him. “This area is empty.”

“Could have been aimed from one ship to another,” Coals said.

I looked at the screen, my head full of stories about forbidden romances and near-misses told by generations of Earthlings. “We should check. It could be very important. And it’s not far, right?”

Coals stepped toward the intercom. “Not at all. Let’s see what the captain says.”

Trrili threw her pinchers into the air like she was releasing prey that was too much trouble to bother with, but said nothing while he called the cockpit. I stood in the doorway and waited.

Captain Sunlight, as it turned out, saw no problem in a minor detour to pick up the message beacon. In moments, the ship was aimed in a new direction and instructions were being sent to the crew nearest the airlock to be ready.

Trrili grumbled mightily. Coals looked smug.

Excited, I dashed off to leave the boxes of supplies in the kitchen (I’d unpack them properly later), then join up with Coals and Trrili at the cargo bay.

“How are we going to grab it?” I asked when I arrived, noticing that they weren’t putting on exo suits. “Send somebody out to scoop it up, maybe use an extendo tool?”

“No need,” Coals said. He held a bucket and a pair of gloves. “Kavlae is going to just park us in its pathway and open the door. It’s not fast enough to dent anything.”

I laughed at that while Trrili brandished a scanner of some sort. “I will check it for contamination just in cassssse,” she hissed. “Not taking chances on something this ssssstupid.”

Coals looked up at me. “The ship scanners are fine. She just likes to be sure.”

Trrili hissed again.

From the far end of the cargo bay, where Blip and Blop stood on either side of the airlock like muscle-fish sentinels, the familiar opening chime sounded. Blip and Blop were also wearing gloves, I noticed. I was starting to wonder what kind of message beacons the crew had encountered before I’d joined up.

The little porthole on the inner door went dark as the outer door opened onto the blackness of space. Everyone was silent for long enough that I started to wonder if Kavlae had missed. But then there was a bang on the door, and the porthole turned silver again.

Blip looked through the porthole. “Got it!” she said. “Looks intact.”

The intercom pinged, and Kavlae said the ship scanners had cleared it of both contagion and heat. “So get it already; we want to know what it says.”

Blip opened the airlock while the rest of us crowded close. She picked up the mechanical whatsit the size of a shoe, then handed it to Coals with more ceremony than necessary. He’d already put down the bucket and gloves.

I was glad he knew how the thing worked, because I was still trying to figure out if it had buttons or touchpads when he pressed play. The message was spoken aloud and written in the air as well; how thorough.

It was a language that I didn’t speak. How annoying.

Judging by the body language of the various fins and antennae in attendance, Blip and Blop also had no idea what the message said, but Trrili and Coals were thinking hard.

“Meeting location,” Trrili murmured. She pointed a wrist finger at one squiggle in the air. “Is this the word for asteroid or planetary rock?”

“I’m more interested in this bit,” Coals told her, jiggling the display while he adjusted his grip to point out something near the end. “Don’t let the what catch you?”

They bickered about it while the message played on a loop, sounding less like proper language and more like an agitated waterfowl as far as I was concerned. Not that I was about to judge a sentient species for that, of course. I’d met stranger.

“This part has to be flowery symbolism,” Coals said. “Something about using rock-cutters to carve out a new life together.”

“Aw,” I said without meaning to.

Trrili flicked an antenna in my direction, but otherwise ignored me. “I do not see any reference to the time period, other than that part about the authority figures arriving.”

“Is this line talking about using those rock-cutters on the authorities instead of the rocks?” Coals asked.

Blip and Blop chorused, “Ooh.” They were hanging on every word, reminding me of bodybuilders entranced by a kitten. I smiled quietly and listened. I was curious too; this was getting good.

Trrili studied the line in question. “Obscure phrasing, but yes. I approve of this courtship.”

“So are these two people planning to meet up and fight off the oppressors keeping them apart?” I asked. “We have to see if we can get the message back to them! What if one is waiting to hear from the other?”

“I still say it is old,” Trrili said, but she didn’t sound as adamant this time.

“Can’t hurt to check,” Coals declared.

Blip and Blop cheered, then dashed for the intercom and elbowed each other over who got to tell the captain. (Blop won, but I think Blip let him because she’d been the one to open the door earlier.)

As soon as the intercom was on, Blop announced, “It’s a message between a courting pair who are going to fight their enemies together! Arranging a meeting! Can we go deliver it?”

Captain Sunlight sounded amused when she said, “Kavlae has already calculated its most likely origin. The region isn’t known to be dangerous to outsiders, so I’d say that’s worth a further detour.”

Blip and Blop cheered again.

The captain continued, asking Coals to bring her the best translation they could manage in the next few minutes. This really was a small detour. By the sound of it, we’d be there pretty darn soon. Hooray for top-of-the-line starship engines (or near top, according to Mimi in the engine room).

This was just enough time for our two translators to take it back to their office and wrangle the details, while Blip and Blop finished whatever they were doing and I put away those supplies.

I hurried. The jars of spices and extra napkins didn’t have to all be stored the right way up.

Coals and Trrili must have found a translation file for that exact language, because they were done almost before I was. I returned the empty boxes to the storage hold while I listened to Captain Sunlight read the translation over the whole-ship line of the intercom, so the crew was on the same page about our detour. She was always thoughtful that way.

And what a message it was. Star-crossed lovers on rival asteroid mining installations, one pledging undying love to the other! Suggesting plans to meet, and do a great many things with those mining tools. And yes, more than a hint of glorious rebellion against cruel overlords.

If the captain hadn’t already agreed to go, I would have been campaigning outside the cockpit. With some concern for the danger, if course. Rebellions are rarely safe for anyone, including random courier ships with no business being there. But the region really was marked as safe.

Hmm.

Was that rating a lie? Propaganda? Had the rebellion already been squashed? Or did we have the wrong asteroid belt entirely?

I was unabashed in my nosiness this time, peeking into the cockpit for a glimpse of our destination as it came on screen. Coals was there behind the captain’s chair, holding the message thingy with his usual dignity while Kavlae worked the controls, blue frills folded in concentration. Trrili was in the hallway with me because she was really too big for the remaining space in the room. She was probably grumpy about that, but honestly it was hard to tell. She watched the screen too.

When I’d heard “asteroid mining colony,” I’d pictured gray rocks and space suits, pickaxes and long work hours. This was … not that.

The asteroids were painted bright colors. They had houses on them. Also gravity generators, by the looks of it. And they were far closer together than any natural asteroid belt had any right to be, yet they weren’t crashing into each other any more than the zippy little cruisers going back and forth were. It looked like a suburb in space.

This was definitely the right species, though. The face that popped onscreen at the captain’s hail was birdlike, with white-flecked black feathers, a wide beak, and a voice best described as quackity. Recognizable words, though.

“Sky River Information Center,” she said. “How can I help you?”

“Hello,” said Captain Sunlight. “We intercepted a message meant for someone in this region. Is there a mining colony anywhere about?”

Quackity laughter. “There was! Oh grasses, did you find something that one of the miners threw at each other and missed?”

Beside me, Trrili folded her pinchers smugly. She whispered, “Old information. Ssssshhould have listened to me.”

Captain Sunlight maintained her calm. “That does appear to be the case,” she said. “It’s a message between — What are the names, Coals?”

Coals stepped forward with the message capsule. “Sharpeye of the Tall Reeds and Mud-dancer of the Deep Shadows.”

The duck lady’s amusement vanished. “WHAT? You found a message between them?”

“Yes,” the captain said. She ushered Coals further forward to make sure the camera saw the message capsule. “Were they important?”

“I’ll say!” The duck lady made frantic gestures to someone offscreen. “They spearheaded the Miner’s Revolution that made everything possible! I can’t believe this. Please, come land on the central pad, the blue one. A great many people would like to get a look at that message.”

Coals cast a smug grin over his shoulder at Trrili while the captain directed the landing. Trrili threw her pinchers in the air again, but didn’t leave. The official was still talking history.

“The battles were fierce from the start,” she said. “Mud-dancer and Sharpeye led more than one attack from opposite directions, coordinated in a way that was most unexpected.”

“Did they survive?” I asked quietly. When the captain raised a browridge at me, I elaborated. “Did they live to see that happy future together that they wanted?”

“Oh yes,” the duck lady said brightly. “They had an exceptionally productive mating season. I think they even met up again on a different year, though that’s hearsay. Certainly possible, given how many people around here claim to be direct descendants!”

“Oh,” I said. In all my thoughts about the undying romance of the whole thing, it had never occurred to me that the species in question might not mate for life. “Good for them.”

Trrili was hissing again, but this time it was laughter at my expense.

Duck lady didn’t even notice. “If I recall, there’s a nesting lake named after them back on the homeworld. One of the new ones, not an ancestral thing, but still a pretty big honor. They deserve all of that and more!”

“I’m sure they do,” Captain Sunlight said. “We’re coming in to land now. I don’t suppose there would be any sort of finder’s reward for an item with such historic value?”

“I have already called the Points to join us immediately,” she said. “They will certainly want to be generous.”

With my thoughts on trying to figure out that honorific (picturing a flock of ducks flying in a V after the leader), I could almost ignore Trrili’s hissing. Almost.

“Did you think they would spend their entire future together?” Trrili laughed. “I forgot your species does that.”

“Hey now, that’s a good thing,” I objected. I was interrupted in trying to justify it further by Coals heading for the airlock. Slowly. With all the smugness in the world.

“Told you it was worth it,” he said to Trrili.

“And I told you it was old information,” she retorted. “If that pair hadn’t accomplished historical violence as well as historical mating, we would have wasted all our time.”

“Totally,” Coals enunciated, head held high, “Worth it.”

I shook my head and followed him. “Yeah it was.” Star-crossed ducks were better than nothing.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

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h-hi! the name is kieran. nice to meet you! ive been here for a bit and uhm.... sadly figuring out how to use this site! ( kind of afraid of interacting with others especially but im trying my best to not be easily scared ! ) i am not familiar with technology and or online things/words so please be patient with me. i know there are other kierans here too and honestly theyre pretty cool! ....d-dont tell them i said that. im not really a battler so if you are trying to look for one then im sorry to say that you will be disappointed but you can ask the others though. really sorry

..uh thank you for checking my blog— furret youre on my facEXSFDGCVHH

🍎 Please no genuine anon hate, nsfw, or anything really bad. ( You can be mean to Kieran! ) Pelipper mail is okay ( but malice is off for now ). Sapient Pokemon or the likes of interacting are fine too, Kieran is too much of a goofball to notice it. Please don't give him Pokemon the thought is appreciated but if you do they'll turn into stickers lol.

Please don't be weird. I'm serious. As well PLEASE be patient with me and not be pushy. I'm trying my best!

This Kieran is in AU as to what happens if Florian doesn't lie to him about Ogerpon and whatnot! Kieran still doesn't get Ogerpon and is fine with it ( kind of, as in this made him feel inferior to having friends and will always be chosen over by other people. ) His way of thinking is that maybe he should try to be nice and kind to others so that will help him get friends as he sees Florian do this the same to others. ( The only thing Kieran thinks he's not good at is having a funny personality. He is very awkward in person. ) Blueberry Academy was hard on him as he was almost practically as ignored and students tend to forget he is the champion because of his cowardly personality. Florian took over later as champion. Okay there.

(By the way this is a summary please don't hurt me. 💔)

Plus I will try to draw for asks but they won't be the best but surely will motivate me to draw! If there are no asks then I'll just draw daily things with Kieran so it's a win-win for me!

💥 This Kieran doesn't like to get involved with stuff so feel free to drag him into antics! He isn't the one to approach people either so if you are wondering why I don't start convos with other blogs with asks that's why. ( I'm shy too. ) He's a bit of a coward online and in person but he won't shy away trying to be friends with others.

🍎 Posts are tagged to make things easier! Feel free to block one of them to make your experience smooth!

Art related: art tag , art reply , daily Kieran art

Text related: text reply/reply text , text ask , text post , ooc post , reply reblog

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Anything you want to be tagged? Please let me know! :)

"Can we use your art?" Feel free to use the art or whatever! Don't need to credit and I prefer not to be credited. You can edit it too! Idgaf just no bigotry. :,] "What do we call you and do you have pronouns?" Uhm, you can call me Eight or any other version of the number 8 itself. [ Ex: Ocho, Hachi, Acht, etc ]. No pronouns! Refer me to by name or just call me mod or some other third thing lol. "What art program do you use?" Clip Studio Paint! "Are you okay with collabs?" Of course! Please feel free to message me anytime. :] "What time do you post art/responses?" Uhm....... anytime to be honest? My sleep schedule is ABYSMAL. I am very much online unless I'm busy doing comp. "Are replies time sensitive when interacting with this blog?" Nope! Take your time with your replies. I am pretty chill and everyone is pretty busy with real life. Fair warning I'm a ditz. :( "Why did you make this blog?" To draw Kieran a thousand times over until I'm dead lol. ( Even if it isn't posted on this blog!) And world build my stupid au. :u I'm just currently on a small burnout on drawing. I'm sorry. :c

"Is this a sideblog?" Yeah, you are never going to find out my main!! It's very cringe ( it has different media art ). I will interact with my other sideblog with thoughts and reactions at times. [ if you are curious @/hahahasquib ]

"Do you like Kieran?" No. ( Yes. A normal amount. )

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lookismfanfics · 7 months

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Halluuu! Thank you so much for doing my request ("Are you tired?"), It was so sweet and comforting 🥺♥️

I'm not sure if ur request box is open so please ignore this if it is 😅

May I please request a gun and Vasco (plus any additional characters u like) with a s/o who overworks themselves to the point that they would collapse?

How would the guys react?

-🐮 anon

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝐆𝐮𝐧 • 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 Genre: Fluff-ish!

Notes: this is super long overdue. I hope you like it 🐮 anon!!

𝐆𝐮𝐧

🝮 Gun tried to instill a resting period on you. He had printed out schedules in the past and aggressively forced you to follow them.

🝮 He knew that wasn’t the end of it, but he left it be for a while.

🝮 Seeing him while you were working was great. It made you smile a little, helped ease some tension in your back. (Especially since Gun had a habit of spontaneously and roughly massaging your shoulders.)

🝮 Gun was protective (possessive) by default. The moment he saw you collapse for the first time he knew he had to do something about it.

🝮 In the moment he scooped you off the floor and took you somewhere private, offering you water and food like there was no tomorrow.

🝮 “How often does this happen?” He had asked. And while you wanted to reassure him you were fine, you admitted that this happened when you were stressed and overworked yourself.

🝮 This led to texts. So now Gun texts you quite a bit. In the middle of your (job/school) you’ll feel your phone vibrate, and look down to see a couple messages lighting your lock screen.

🝮 In general Gun doesn’t reach out to people very much. He shows up at your house and work/school unannounced more often than not.

🝮 BUT, for the sake of you not overworking yourself, he’ll tell you to sit down for a minute. He’ll initiate texts and calls. You always heed his warnings.

🝮 “How’d today go?” He asks, rubbing his thumbs into your shoulder tissues. He looks down at you mildly.

🝮 “Fine,” you reply, shooting him a quick smile before focusing on whatever you were doing.

🝮 He leans over into the crook of your neck, brushing his lips behind your ear. “Any more incidents…?”

🝮 You reach your free arm up around his head and run your fingers through his hair. “Nope. I was fine babe,” you smile.

🝮 Gun tries to dodge your gaze when he smiles, but he fails. You catch his lips softly curving upward. He’s glad.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You just felt like there was so much to do… and your body couldn’t keep up with the workload.

🝮 You were lucky, actually, that Vasco was swinging by. This had happened before, so he was aware of your bad habits… or whatever you’d like to call them.

🝮 He watches you bustle back and forth, carry a couple boxes, run your hands through your hair and wipe your sweaty hands on your shirt.

🝮 He furrows his brows, clutching the takeout he brought you close to himself.

🝮 “(Y/N)… is this not a good time?” He asks, eyes wide and innocent.

🝮 Your vision starts to cross a little, and you press your hand to your temple. “Uh… no- Euntae-”

🝮 Your body starts falling… and his body just reacts-!

🝮 🏃‍♂️💨

🝮 Vasco cradles your head, as he usually does. His eyes are even wider now as he scoops you into a bridal carry.

🝮 “Oh no! (Y/N)! You outdid yourself again!” He gasps in delayed shock. As if he hasn’t been carrying you to a chair for thirty seconds.

🝮 You blink up at him. You feel your legs trembling from exhaustion. You really did outdo yourself.

🝮 (That sounds fine in this context 👆)

🝮 Vasco places you down and runs around blindly to get you water. He hasn’t quite established a system with you… and checking in isn’t as easy anymore. His phone skills are a little—

🝮 He cups the back of your head and holds the cup of water to your lips, brows drawn together in concentration. Your hand reaches up and grabs the cup for yourself.

🝮 He kneels by your side for half an hour, asking how you’re feeling and if he can help you.

🝮 The takeout he ordered didn’t spill… so you’re able to eat that.

🝮 You explain to him your habits of overworking yourself again. He seems to understand for the moment. He tells you seriously that you need to “take care of your body. Or else you’ll fall and I won’t catch you.”

🝮 Whenever this does happen, he waits. He only leaves if you ask him for something. Hands will rest gently (and shyly) on your lap. Eyes will remain glued to you.

🝮 He hates seeing you overwork yourself. Bbb wants you to take care 🥺

Thank you beloved Anon for being so patient! I’m finally trying to plow through my requests… and kick writers block in the arse. So expect… things!!

#lookism headcannons #lookism webtoon #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #Vasco x reader #Basco x reader #Vasco headcannons #Vasco x G/N reader #euntae lee x reader #gun park #gun park x reader #My requests are ALL OVERDUE #THIS IS LATE

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savnofilter · 2 years

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Wisdom Teeth Aftercare

LoV + Giran x [GN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sav attempting fluff, mentions of wounds & medicine doses, def an insert, semi established-relationships.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k [5 mins].

READ MORE: masterlist + [students & adult masterlists]

A/N: im in so so so much pain. wrote this because im lonley and would kill to have one of these beautiful characters to aid me. these would be longer if i wasnt so delirious rn. (not proofread)

Dabi knows what to do but also does not.

hes been through a lot of painful situations wheres hes needed to take medication, and most times he isnt even able to take any.

hes trying his best to comfort for you in his own little warped way.

"Hey, sit back down" Dabi snaps at you in annoyance as you attempt to leave your bed, and rolls his eyes at your mumble-whining. "You're delirious right now, don't argue with me."

he makes sure that your night stand is always replenished. hes like a little nurse and even in your medicated haze, you find it super cute.

♱ you cant tell him that tho… he'll get pouty. not something you hate but its the bratty behavior that follows it.

gives you tons of forehead kisses because he cant give you cheek ones cuz of your swollen cheeks.

its practically killing him he cant just cup them while theyre big the way they are.

is definitely teasing you as he takes care of you. sometimes putting stuff out of your reach or eating a burger in front of you knowing you wont be able to do that for a couple of days.

"Fine fine, say ahh-- oh wait." Dabi snickers.

he really thought he ate, huh? i guess he did (literally).

Shigaraki does not know what hes doing.

"You want cuddles or sumthin'??" He tilts his head as you look at him with the most annoying puppy dog eyes you can muster up.

he unfortunately believes that you could suck it up but we all know its because deep down he enjoys pain a little too much.

is actually persistent on giving you your meds for you to heal with.

although dont expect it to be accurate all the time….

he isnt as attentive and usually drops by to spend some time with you since he doesnt want you to be alone too much.

even with how awkward it is, he'll give you the "normal'' amount of affection and give your head and cheekbone area light kisses for you to feel better.

"You know I can go steal a way stronger dose right?"

If you could frantically shake your head no you would.

he'll sometimes let you play video games with him so he can also keep himself entertained as well.

he doesnt assimilate into your schedule like Dabi does but he tries his best to still help you no matter what.

Toga in a very odd way is ecstatic that youre in pain.

♱ not like she isnt “odd” already,,

shes very excited to play nurse and help you heal. probably dresses for the part too.

"We'll get you back up on your feet in no time!"Toga declares happily, shoving a small spoon into your mouth with applesauce on it.

is whistling or humming as she helps you out and somehow acquired some non-prescriptive cute glasses. she'll tilt them up or press them closer as she checks the doses.

shes actually pretty on top of it (but you do have to double check if its correct because you know how careless she can be without ill intent).

she'll get you stuff animals and blankets for you to nap in.

has it so shes sleeping over (not that thats new anyways).

gives you lots of affections but makes sure to be soft so she doesnt hurt you by accident.

if youre in any kind of pain, you can always count Toga be there to aid you.

frantic.

youd think with Spinner's cool demeanor would make you think otherwise but nope.

hes clocking your schedule and making sure you got everything set.

"You have everything for 12 pm right?" He checks in and takes your small little nod as a yes. He releases a small sigh to himself and leaves to take a tinkle. He let's out one of the most loudest sighs of worry you've ever heard from him. It's pretty funny when you realize he's been trying to keep composed this whole time.

unlike Toga, he has actual glasses.

looks like such a grandpa taking care of you.

youre so entertained by him that honestly it distracts you a bit from the soreness and the pain.

he gets mopey when he cant cuddle you on days where youre in too much discomfort.

has you basically nesting as you recover.

a little all over the place? yes. would you still rate your experience with his 10/10?

of course.

literally do not expect too much from him.

with all Twice's sides it really differs on what youre getting that day (sometimes throughout if its a hectic 24 hours).

he is trying his best since he doesnt like seeing you in pain and gives you lots of kisses. 😭

idc what anyone says out of the whole league, hes the most caring.

when hes attentive, hes on it.

checking your temp, getting your foods, making sure you have your cool & hot pads. also has alarms so he can remind himself when to check up on you.

unfortunately he doesnt want to seem like a bother so he tries to not to be too much in your space </3

he knows you dont mind but he gets self conscience as he normally does.

even when hes not tending to you hes just chilling in your vicinity when you two arent interacting.

he thinks he couldve helped you more but you think he did great.

Mr Compress is all the extravaganza. you said calling in sick, bro heard "time to pamper and preform".

even if its the smallest things he'll give it to you in fun little ways so you arent bored out of your mind.

♱ and also so you dont feel skipping out on doses and actually take them.

you werent aware but this mf also has multiple costumes?? youre pleased to have learnt this.

he is a show man after all…

of course he doesnt over do it, he wants you rested not overstimulated.

is a very chill man to be around when hes not doing flip and tricks and you cant decide which of him you like more (you dont choose ultimately).

of course he has a little something up his sleeve to keep you on your toes but you cant complain with that.

did he essentially treat you like a kid? yes.

do you care tho? not at all.

Kurogiri is the most put together out of them.

(youre supposed to be surprised by this revelation.)

i mean, what do you expect from a man who has taken care of another man for years…?

makes sure youre doing everything so you can recover expeditiously.

isnt doing all that affection stuff honestly.

he drops in, replenishes everything you need and dips.

he kind of treats you like youre sick and it lowkey hurts your feelings with how much he avoids you.

in general hes give an average amount of affection so you sometimes have to speak up when he hasnt cuddled you for some time.

even with all your requests he never seems bothered how much you ask and what you ask for. :')

he is pretty good but sometimes you wish he could be a bit softer (sue me).

imagine Toga but 2.0.

Magne isnt as energetic and into the role of the 'nurse' but is very much still doting.

feeds you in the beginning stages before you gotta remine them that they definitely dont have to. 😭

when youre feeling extra cranky theyll try and coax you into it (consensually ofc who do you think youre with?!)

"I know you don't feel like it but you'll feel much better once you take it." Magne rubs your shoulder as you whimper in pain, and presses a gentle and chaste kiss to your temple.

even with how bubbly and outgoing they are, they are just as stern.

is one to make sure youre having a laid experience while making sure your lazy attitude will not interfere with your healing process.

makes sure to have a big celebration thing when you are fully healed and gives you all the cuddles that you may have missed out on when you were healing.

AHT AHT stfu hes on the list dont say anything.

Giran's methods may be ghetto but he gets the job DONE.

"Y'know I got my own knocked out by and old friend of mine"

"Mmphwha…?"

"Crazy shit, I know! But he's some psychiatrist or sumthin' so I trusted the bastard anyways!"

um… moving on…

is in and out of your place but makes sure that youre well taken of when hes there.

its like a roulette if when you wake up he'll be on your bed watching TV or if hes nowhere to be seen without a trace.

will give you the rare kiss but more of his gentle behaviors are like little pokes to your cheeks just because of how puffy they are.

♱ got you those get well presents and theyre so cute. </3

his treatment is nothing special but it definitely helped you feel better.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #toga himiko x reader #spinner x reader #twice x reader #mr compress x reader #kurogiri x reader #magne x reader #giran x reader #bnha headcannons #mha headcannons #sav's sfwin

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Ozzie's Secret

Ozzie remembers the first time him & Fizz say "I love you" but Fizzarolli doesn't. Oh, the silly things fevers do.

(This is a chapter from a larger story on ao3 but it works okay as a standalone. ao3 link in title!)

Asmodeus missed Fizzarolli. He hated to admit it, it felt selfish to, but he did. Fizzarolli had won Mammon’s competition for a second time and he was more popular than ever. He’d been working twelve hour days with Mammon four days a week since Ozzie’s opened a few months ago. On his long days, it was easier for Fizz to stay at his apartment closer to Greed. His schedule had been packed with meetings and rehearsals and most recently, filming. The documentary that Mamm wanted was finally in production. Meanwhile, Asmodeus had been busying himself with the new FizzBots. The new telescoping arms and legs weren’t turning out to be as reliable when a computer made the decisions and not Fizzarolli, no matter how artificially intelligent. Asmodeus was seriously considering blocking Mammon’s number with the amount of calls he’d been getting from the other Sin today.

The days were so much longer without Fizzarolli to come home to.

He felt silly for finding himself missing the other, Fizz would be over tomorrow. During the other three days of the week, Fizz headlined at Ozzie’s. Working seven days a week wasn’t the most sustainable for Fizzarolli, but Asmodeus tried to make up for it by creating “conditions” for Fizz’s workplace safety. Very similar to the bills he would make for Fizz to ease the shame of caring for himself, these conditions mostly involved care tasks Fizz was expected to engage in before being allowed to perform. It was also a way to put Fizz on payroll for more than a few hours a day. That not only helped pay off his debts a bit quicker, but it also put more money in Fizz’s pocket.

The three days of the week that he got to spend with Fizz were some of his favorites. It hardly felt like work at all, it was a great reward for the other half of the week being dedicated to business. Rumors of Lust and Fizz being an item had circulated throughout tabloids ever since Fizz won Mammon’s pageant the first time, they’d been more popular since Ozzie’s opened. One tabloid had even questioned if Lust was in love. Asmodeus didn’t worry about it, rumors like this had circulated before. He was thousands of years old, time was different for him. Rumors didn’t necessarily hold the same weight. And they were just that, rumors. Lust was perfectly content to tell himself that.

Still, the days were so much longer without Fizzarolli to come home to.

Asmodeus couldn’t deny the way his heart picked up when his phone buzzed with a message from Fizz.

Froggy: You’re not in your office? TheBigO: No. Testing more designs today. Froggy: Oh! You’re in the workshop! TheBigO: No again, Fizzy. I’m in the factory. TheBigO: Wait, are you in my office? Froggy: Well not anymore. You’re not there.

Had Asmodeus gotten the day wrong? Was he working on a club day? He checked twice, it was still Thursday. Fizz wasn’t supposed to be over until tomorrow morning, tonight if Lust was lucky, but it was the middle of the day. Fizz was supposed to be rehearsing and shooting all day. If not for the documentary, then for commercials.

TheBigO: I thought you were working in Greed today. Froggy: Nope! Not anymore! ;p TheBigO: Oh? What’s the special occasion? Froggy: I’m hot! TheBigO: Well, yeah you are ;) TheBigO: But how did that get you out of work early? Froggy: Why don’t you come back and find out, Big Daddy?

Asmodeus was more than intrigued at what Fizzarolli had in store for him. This wasn’t the first time he’d surprised Ozzie with something sexy, but he didn’t usually ask Asmodeus to take time off work. Not half a day, at least. And Mammon wasn’t generally one to let his employees leave early, even his most profitable. Asmodeus was curious; excited with a hint of concern. He finished his work quickly and was quick to head back home.

The penthouse was quiet when Ozzie arrived. Fizz had said he’d left the office, he wanted Lust to come find him. Odds were good he was in the bedroom then.

“Fizz?” Asmodeus called out as he started down the hall. He wasn’t necessarily expecting a response, he definitely wasn’t expecting the jester to jump down from the ceiling and tackle him.

“Tag!” Just as quickly as Fizz had appeared, he’d run off and disappeared.

“What the…?” Ozzie mumbled to himself as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He blinked as he tried to figure out how Fizzarolli had managed to disappear down the hall quickly enough that Ozzie really didn’t know which door he could have slipped behind. “Oh, you slippery little devil….” Ozzie was grinning wickedly. So this was how it was going to be? Well, game on.

Ozzie was startled by an air horn as he turned a corner. The sound of Fizz’s laugh bounced towards the kitchen.

Fizz slipped out of a cabinet and between Ozzie’s legs as the sin checked in the cabinet above. He evaded Ozzie in the living room by sliding under the sofa and running once Lust picked it up. The library had been an adventure; Fizz had dislodged more than a few tomes and nearly knocked over a bookcase while climbing the walls. He managed to escape narrowly, nearly getting caught by his tail as he laughed down the halls. Asmodeus chased behind Fizz happily, cat and mouse was wonderful foreplay.

Fizzarolli bounced between walls and hid behind doors. Ozzie was always one step behind, but Fizz really was slippery. It wasn’t until they got to the bedroom that Asmodeus was able to pin him down.

Fizz’s laughter roared as Ozzie straddled him, pinning him to the bed with his hands above his head. He loved when Ozzie held him down like this. His body, however, was not a fan of stagnation. His laugher died out as he felt the lead weight of exhaustion fall over his body. His skin felt raw against his clothes, his muscles ached and he quickly became keenly aware of each joint that wasn’t supported. It became harder to hold the smile on his face. It was hard to catch a breath and even his eyes ached. He blinked as he focused up on the Sin pinning him down. He licked his lips. He hadn’t realized until now that both his mouth and his lips were dry. Fizz had been going non stop lately, he hadn’t had an opportunity to sit still. Now that he was forced into slowing down, he realized just how horrible he felt.

Asmodeus could see the way Fizzarolli’s demeanor changed only seconds after being pinned into place. His face fell, he had trouble keeping his eyes open. He’d been doing a lot of running, sure, but even breathing seemed to be a labor for him. As Asmodeus looked closer, he could see that Fizz was sweating, he was sure he’d find flushed skin under his foundation. Fizzarolli looked miserable.

“You’re really not feeling well, are you?”

Fizzarolli’s lip trembled as he was confronted with the question. No, he didn’t feel well, he didn’t feel well at all. The world spun as Fizz shook his head in response. He didn’t know how to get it to stop, he let out a whimper as closing his eyes didn’t seem to work. Fizz understood high pain days, but this was something different. Similar, but different enough that it threw Fizz off. He hated new symptoms, they made his anxiety skyrocket. He knew he wasn’t dying but that didn’t stop him from spiraling into thoughts of doctors and hospitals and what if his life was stripped away from him again?

“Hey, hey now.” Oz let go of Fizzarolli and moved do sit down beside him. He now understood what Fizz had meant earlier when he’d said he was hot. As Asmodeus shifted to wipe tears from Fizz’s cheeks he could feel the heat pulsing from Fizzarolli’s skin. “Babe, you’re burning up.”

The yelp that Fizzarolli gave out at Ozzie’s comment instantly made the Sin regret his word choice. It also added an additional layer of worry about the situation. Fizzarolli was very delicate right now.

“Sorry.” Asmodeus shushed. He watched with added concern as the clown curled onto his side, pulled his horns down over his eyes to block out light and wrapped his arms around himself tightly.

“I meant to say that you have a fever.”

Fizzarolli didn’t move from his position except to press the palms of his hands against his eyes to relieve some pressure. He took a few deep breaths. Breathing wasn’t hard, he was just in pain. When he lowered his palms, he peeked out from under the edge of his hat and gave Asmodeus a smile. “I told you I was hot” his tongue hissed at the other playfully. He left it sticking out. The energy he’d had just minutes ago was gone, but it was clear he was making an effort.

Even while sick, Fizzarolli was adorable. Asmodeus smiled down at him lightly. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Asmodeus returned a few minutes later with a pink first aid kit, an ice bucket without champagne but instead, a bottle of water and damp washcloths. Fizz grumbled as the bed dipped next to him. He’d gone back to closing his eyes but peeked one open as Asmodeus sat next to him.

“Alright Froggy, lets see just how hot you are.” Asmodeus pulled a thermometer out of the kit.

Fizz gave a lazy chuckle. “ ‘s that for my mouth or my ass?”

“Your mouth” Ozzie laughed. He placed a gentle hand against Fizz’s thigh. “Though, if you’d like a little probing, we can arrange for that.”

The twinge of pain that crossed Fizz’s face as Asmodeus touched his thigh was enough of an answer though. Ozzie held the thermometer out towards Fizz’s mouth and let the demon wrap his tongue around it. Ozzie tried not to worry himself too much as he waited for the thermometer to beep with its results.

Fizz’s fever was high. Concerningly high. Asmodeus was quick to press the cold cloths against Fizz’s neck and back. Fizzarolli visibly relaxed as the cold water from the cloths reminded him what it felt like to not be boiling. Asmodeus was able to relax a bit more too. He turned back to the first aid kit and looked through the medicines stored until he found a fever reducer that wouldn’t interact with Fizz’s other medications. He put two in his hand and held it out to Fizz.

Fizzarolli knew the routine. His tongue licked up Ozzie’s arm and wrist to tease him before taking the pills. He drank from the water bottle as if was offered to him then returned to resting. Hopefully these would help, and soon. Fizzarolli really hated how his clothes scratched against his skin and Ozzie’s touch burnt. Still, there was nowhere Fizzarolli would rather be right now.

He hadn’t realized how much Ozzie’s presence seemed to help settle him until Oz was getting out of bed again to put the first aid kit away. Fizzarolli pouted and stretched his hand blindly out towards the other until he reached something solid. The sound of Ozzie’s humming settled him even more. He could feel his hand being grabbed and held.

“I’m just putting the first aid kit away.” Asmodeus reassured. He returned to bed a moment later and laid down parallel to Fizzarolli. He brought Fizz’s hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss. Lust’s chest swelled as Fizzarolli’s face split into a large, lazy grin at that.

They lay like that for a while. Asmodeus knew that Fizzarolli needed to rest. He hoped that the cold cloths helped, he hoped that the medicine would help. It was unsettling seeing Fizzarolli so listless. Asmodeus didn’t like that his touch hurt instead of comforted. That wasn’t common between them.

The room stayed quiet for several minutes. Asmodeus had dimmed the lights which seemed to help Fizzarolli relax more. The rain tapped lightly against the windows. Fizzarolli stirred occasionally, he was never quite comfortable enough. Finally, that was enough.. Fizzarolli pushed himself up from the bed and started wandering around the room.

“Fizz?” Asmodeus sat up along with him but he didn’t leave the bed. He watched curiously for a few moments. Fizzarolli was laughing, but Asmodeus had no idea at what. Lust climbed out of bed and started walking towards Fizzarolli to get a better read on him, but Fizzarolli saw Asmodeus’s reflection in the window averted him. His legs grew taller than Ozzie, his arms stretched over his head and Fizzarolli bridged over Asmodeus. He tried to kick over, but more or less ended up landing on his face.

Asmodeus snapped and closed his bedroom doors before Fizz could slip away from him. The clown managed to get back onto his feet by the time Ozzie had crossed the room to him.

“Fizz, come on. You’re sick. You need to rest.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Fizz’s words slurred together. He didn’t meet Ozzie’s eyes. “I was just-” Fizz yawned. He stood precariously, using his telescoping arms as support and took a few steps forward. His legs were extra noodly as he walked. “Just practicing for my act tonight!”

Asmodeus took a step along with Fizzarolli, doing his best to play defense. Lust was very worried. Fizzarolli needed to be lying down right now. “Babe, it’s Thursday.”

“Hmm?” the world spun as Fizz turned his head to face Asmodeus. He’d been feeling fine earlier, and laying down had been boring and painful. He was fine. Once the dizziness cleared, he’d be fine.

“You don’t have an act tonight. Stop practicing and get to bed!” He was exasperated, but playfully so. It didn’t matter though, Fizz didn’t really hear what Asmodeus had to say.

His head felt lighter than his body. His body didn’t actually really feel real. He tried to concentrate on the fiery blue but that was difficult. “Oz….I….I don’t….” he tried to blink, but his vision was growing blurrier. He took a step towards Ozzie, his foot didn’t feel as stable touching the ground as it should. “I feel…” He thought he could hear Asmodeus faintly, but the last thing Fizzarolli remembered thinking was how pretty Lust’s dark purple floors were.

“Fizzy!” Asmodeus was quick to catch the falling imp. He was dead weight in Ozzie’s arms.

The first thing Fizzarolli noticed as he came to was Lust’s voice.

“Yes, thank you. Thank you very much, I’ll see you soon. Yes.” Click. The next thing Fizzarolli noticed was that he was being held. If he pressed his ear up close enough to Oz’s chest he could hear his heartbeat. It was beating really fast.

Bright glassy eyes blinked up at the Sin. His hand rested against Ozzie’s chest as Fizz tried to remember how his voice worked.

“Oh!” Ozzie sounded surprised. Bull looked concerned, Ram was excited. Ozzie’s face was struck with worry, but split into a relieved grin once he caught the jester’s eyes. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Fizzarolli smiled as Ozzie did, large and content. Asmodeus was safe, Asmodeus was calm, Asmodeus was home. His fingers ran along Ozzie’s chest, tracing lazy heart patterns against it. “Hi.”

Ozzie softened. How in Hell did he manage to be so cute so fucking often? Fizz had terrified Asmodeus by passing out, but the Sin was feeling a little better now that he was awake and talking. Asmodeus was far from being calm about Fizzarolli’s condition, but he was feeling a little more stable. Ozzie bent down to rest his head against Fizz’s. “Hi.” He gave Fizzarolli a kiss on the cheek. Fizz giggled.

“We’ve got to get your fever down, Fizzy.” Asmodeus informed his clown as he started heading towards the en suite. Fizzarolli continued to giggle. That was….mildly concerning. Asmodeus reminded himself that Fizzarolli was awake and help was on the way. Conscious was better than unconscious, even if delirious.

Fizzarolli had commissioned multiple sets of horns since receiving regular paychecks, two specifically for the bath. Fizz was very sensitive about his horns, Asmodeus hadn’t gotten close to trying to look or touch them. He had no interest in it, there were plenty of other parts of Fizz he was more than happy to put his hands on. But when Fizzarolli couldn’t even really help take his clothes off, Asmodeus had to get creative with how he was going to protect the non-water proof fabric that his horns were currently made out of.

One kaiju sized condom (non-lubricated of course, in favor of fabric protection) fit the jingly horns well enough. Asmodeus had to tie a knot on the top of Fizz’s head to keep it secure, but his little laughing jester didn’t seem to mind. He managed to crack a joke or two, though they weren’t nearly as funny as Fizz seemed to think they were.

The laughing only stopped once the two of them were submerged chest deep in the large crystalline tub. Asmodeus had done his best to make sure it wasn’t too cold for Fizzarolli, but that didn’t stop Fizz from nearly ripping out a few chest feathers as he got acclimated to the temperature change.

“Breathe through it.” Asmodeus took a deep breath to model for Fizzarolli who was no longer dead weight, he was tenser than stone. “You’ll get used to it soon and then it’ll feel so good.”

With time and gentle reassurance, Fizzarolli’s body did gradually ease to the temperature of the water. He even let Asmodeus rub his back without showing signs of pain. The moment was very nearly peaceful.

“I love you, Asmodeus.” Fizzarolli hummed. His voice was lazy and soft, tired and content. It broke the silence that had predicated the past several minutes. Asmodeus didn’t know how to process what he'd just heard.

“What’d you say?” He looked down carefully at Fizzarolli, who was curled happily against Lust’s chest, eyes closed and more than content to be allowed to just lay there. Fizzarolli smiled at the question and hummed again happily.

“I love you.”

Asmodeus didn’t know how to respond at first. He’d never had those words spoken to him before. He wasn’t expecting it, he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t need to, though. Fizzarolli yawned, stretched, then continued to talk.

“I’s okay if you don’t. I don’ expect it…...it’s….it’s a lot, I know.” Fizzarolli paused. “You just….you make everything so much better.”

Fizz sounded like he was trying not to cry. The poor thing. He was delirious, certainly that’s what was happening. He was delirious and exhausted, he didn’t know what he was talking about. Asmodeus was quick to respond with reassurances. “Hey, shh. No tears, Froggy. I’ve got you.”

Lust had never said I love you before, but he was considering it.

Fizz seemed to be a bit more lucid by the time they were finished in the bath. Fizz refused to wear anything other than silk or satin pajamas today but that was no problem, they had an assortment of options to choose from. Fizzarolli also refused to be anywhere other than Lust’s arms, but just like with the pajamas, Asmodeus didn’t mind. In fact, he found himself preferring it. He was getting better at reading Fizz’s energy from afar, but Lust’s real power was in the sensation of touch. With Fizzarolli so close, he could almost feel what Fizz was.

The way Fizzarolli hid in Lust’s chest as one of Bell’s physicians came to examine him was sharp and electric. Fizz was scared. Asmodeus knew to be gentle then, to keep him as close as he could and only let the doctor near when necessary. He did most of the talking for Fizz while the jester hid his face in Ozzie’s chest and shook. If Lust listened carefully, he could hear Fizz singing to himself in whisper. Asmodeus couldn’t tell if the shaking was from fear of fever, that uncertainty didn’t sit well with him. He held Fizzarolli a little bit closer.

Fizzarolli's temperature was still high, his response time was delayed, and not all of his answers to their questions made total sense. Asmodeus ran through each symptom he had observed for the doctor, his hand placed protectively against Fizz’s back. That had helped with the shaking a bit.

“Was there anything else?” Asmodeus asked Fizzarolli. “Anything I didn’t say? How are you feeling?”

Fizzarolli squirmed in Ozzie’s arms. He pouted and nodded. “My horns hurt.”

Nobody had really known that was possible. They hadn’t hurt since the accident. They’d burned down close to the base but not so far that there were any raw spots. The tension in the room was palpable when the doctor said they’d have to look at Fizz’s horns to make sure there wasn’t a problem. Doctors were allowed to see his horns, they had a legitimate medical reason to. Asmodeus still wasn’t allowed to see the horns, but Fizzarolli also wouldn’t let him leave. The conundrum had taken several minutes of negotiation to figure out how to handle. It had nearly put Fizzarolli to tears twice but Ozzie was able to manage his anxieties and they were able to come up with a compromise.

Asmodeus sat on the far edge of the bed with his back turned to Fizzarolli. One of Fizz’s arms was extended so that it wrapped three times around Oz’s waist with enough leftover for Asmodeus to pepper kisses along his hand and down his arm. It allowed Asmodeus to be present and his anxious energy could be used to distract Fizz. Every time Fizz squeezed his hand or whimpered, Asmodeus poured more attention in finding sensations that would transfer through to Fizz. Fizzarolli was delicate right now, he needed to be treated preciously.

The doctor reasoned that Fizzarolli’s horns were aching at the break, likely due to the severity of his fever. He put a cooling gel that should help numb the pain over the effected area.

“Don’t put that hat back on.” Asmodeus ordered when he heard the tell tale jingle bells move. Ozzie pointed to Fizz’s dresser where his three favorite horn sets lay. “The blue pair. They’re quieter, softer, and more breathable. He’ll be more comfortable in those.”

When Fizzarolli was appropriately dressed again, Asmodeus was dragged back into bed where Fizz eagerly climbed back in his arms. The two of them settled. Lust whispered quiet praise to Fizzarolli, he helped coax Fizz into drinking a pink sparkly fever reducer produced from Belphagor herself. He was unsuccessful in getting him to eat anything but managed to feed Fizz ice chips to help keep him hydrated.

The physician gave Ozzie a small bottle of pink shimmering liquid and a package of stickers that would help keep Fizz’s fever under control between medicine doses if necessary. They were pink and shaped like hearts. The doctor promised to be back tomorrow morning to check in on them and left their card in case they were needed earlier.

Fizzarolli liked the stickers. He managed to convince Asmodeus to put one on each of his cheeks and three down his spine. Fizzarolli stole one and slapped it in the middle of Ozzie’s chest. He chuckled as he pointed at it. “Third nipple.”

Asmodeus chuckled too. He loved how Fizzarolli was always finding something to smile about. He saw the good and whimsy in everything, it was admirable.

“Let’s get some sleep, Fizz.”

Fizzarolli didn’t argue. He yawned and stretched, repositioning himself until he was comfortable against Ozzie’s chest.

“G’night, Ozzie” Fizzarolli said at four in the afternoon. “Love you.”

For a second time that night he’s used the L word at Asmodeus. Fizzarolli fell into sleep shortly after but Lust stayed up for many more hours. I love you. It had to be the fever that made Fizzarolli say it. Asmodeus couldn’t be sure he even knew what he was saying, let alone really meant it. Still, Lust couldn’t stop thinking about it. Fizzarolli was something special, he was like no other demon Asmodeus had ever known. He couldn’t help but wonder if the tabloids were right. Could Lust be falling in love? It didn’t feel like falling to Ozzie; falling was turbulent, Asmodeus was scared of falling. Asmodeus didn’t feel scared with Fizzarolli, though. He felt excited with Fizz, usually he felt like flying.

Fizzarolli slept for many hours and he slept hard. On more than one occasion, Asmodeus had to wipe Fizz’s drool from his chest and he was hard pressed to be able to move under Fizz’s dead weight. Asmodeus was glad that Fizzarolli was getting rest. He looked peaceful. Lust was thankful that he could help Fizzarolli get there. Eventually, Lust was calm enough to drift into sleep himself.

When Asmodeus woke again hours later, Fizzarolli was anything but peaceful. He’d flopped from his spot on Asmodeus’s chest, taking much of the blanket with him, and was currently squirming and trying to fight his way out of the tangled mess he’d managed to get himself into. Oz could see well enough by the glow of the fireplace, but he brought the lights up a fraction to get a better look.

Fizzarolli wasn’t awake, but maybe he should be. He’d worked himself up into a fit; he was sweating and panting, the soft noises Fizzarolli was making sounded distressed. A nightmare? Lust carefully helped Fizz untangle himself from the blankets. Fizz continued to thrash.

“Fizzy…” Asmodeus gently poked the other, testing to see how difficult it would be to wake him. He was warm again. Asmodeus checked the time. He’d overslept, Fizz was due for his second dose of medicine an hour ago. “Hey now, okay.” Lust carefully cradled the clown in his hands and brought him back up to his chest. Fizzarolli thrashed against him at first, but woke up shortly after being picked up. Bright, terrified eyes blinked up at Ozzie.

“It’s alright, you’re safe.”

Fizz continued to stare, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Tears pricked at his eyes as he tried making sense of what was happening. He was just in the middle of the most horrible dream.

“You were having a nightmare. It’s not real.”

If it wasn’t real, then why was he shaking? Fizzarolli wiped at his cheeks, he pulled at the neck of his pajamas where it was starting to itch. He could feel three pairs of eyes studying him. After a few moments, Asmodeus spoke again.

“Would you be more comfortable without those?” Lust asked, toying with the hem of his pajamas. He was careful to help Fizz out of the sweaty slip when he nodded. It took several more minutes for Asmodeus to convince Fizzarolli that he was sick, and that the pink bottle was medicine and not something that would hurt him. Asmodeus couldn’t convince Fizzarolli that the stickers would help, so they went without.

Asmodeus draped the blanket over them again and held Fizzarolli close. He was still shaking, part of it was residual fear that Fizz had to let wear off, but not all of it. Hopefully that meant his fever was breaking.

“What can I do, Froggy? What’s going to help?” Asmodeus asked, desperate to try and help Fizz settle. He placed his hand along the small of Fizzarolli’s back, holding him close.

Fizzarolli thought about his answer for several seconds before looking up at Ozzie. He looked so small when he did, it had been a long time since he’d made such a request. “Can you tell me a story?”

Fuck, he was cute. Lust wasn’t the storyteller that Fizzarolli was, but how could he say no to that face?

“Alright.” Ozzie made sure Fizz was positioned comfortably against him. His hand supported Fizz’s bottom, holding his hip in a way that stretched it while Fizz’s arms stretched up and around Asmodeus’s neck. He supposed an extended stretch could be comfortable for someone who’s spent the better part of their day laying down or sleeping. When he could feel Fizz relax in his position, Asmodeus began.

“Once upon a time there was a king. He lived in a beautiful castle, in a kingdom that he built himself. He lived for pleasure, both for himself and for his people. The king had a happy kingdom, he had a happy life. One day, the king was introduced to someone from another kingdom. I don’t think they knew it, but this someone was special. He had the ability to find pleasure in even the worst moments. He stared darkness in the eye and found a way to turn it into light. And he needed the king’s help.”

Fizzarolli yawned. He pressed a lazy kiss to Lust’s chest. “Did the king help him?” Fizz sounded half asleep already.

Asmodeus hummed. “Of course he helped. But there’s more.”

“The king helped him. Over time, the two of them grew to be friends. With each thing that the king did to help, his friend shined brighter and brighter. He was dazzling. The king hadn’t thought he was lonely. He wasn’t when his friend was around, but when he was away he wondered how he’d ever gotten on with his day. His friend brought light into the dark.”

“A good friend” Fizz mumbled. Ozzie agreed.

“There were very few people the king could relate to, but he felt seen with his friend. He wanted nothing but the best for him. He wanted his friend around all the time. He had never felt this way about anybody else, he didn’t know what to call it. The king was afraid to name how he felt about the other. He wasn’t supposed to have a favorite, he was supposed to want for all, to want blindly for pleasure. But his friend was the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. For a while he’d tried to want for others. He still wants for his kingdom and his people, but he wants more than just pleasure. He wants the other’s light to brighten his days.”

Fizzarolli hummed. He was dead weight against Asmodeus, barely hanging on to consciousness.

“I love you, Fizzarolli.”

Fizzarolli’s lips curled into a large, sleepy smile. His tongue stuck out as if he was starting to say I love you too but became too tired and never did. Cute Asmodeus thought.

Fizz slept peacefully for another four hours, but Ozzie didn’t get a wink of sleep. He’d just told Fizzarolli he loved him. Lust had never used the love word before, not in regards to someone else. He hadn’t thought it was an option for a Sin like himself. He was Lust, he was the Big Sexy. He was a thrill, he wasn’t the long term plan.

But Fizzarolli wasn’t most, he was special. He saw beauty in the strange and always had a way to make someone laugh. He brought joy to Ozzie’s day, he made things better. He inspired him and comforted him. Fizzarolli understood him in a way most others couldn’t, Asmodeus cared about his jester deeply. More than anyone, really. Lust was pleasure, but Fizzarolli was Lust’s greatest pleasure. He had so much to thank Fizzarolli for.

Asmodeus thought about that as the doctor returned in the morning and diagnosed Fizz as dehydrated. He thought about it as he comforted Fizzarolli who was less than excited about his best vein for intravenous fluids being in his neck. He thought the phrase many times while he and Fizz lay still and waited for the treatment to be over. He thought about loving Fizz as he dressed him in his softest sleep shirt and carried him to their sofa where they spent the day watching Hell-A-Novella reruns. He thought about love each time he checked the imps temperature that day.

There were a lot of things that Asmodeus loved about Fizzarolli, but there was nothing he loved more than to be woken up to the fiery little devil's face grinning down at him the next morning. Fizz’s eyes were bright, but not with fever. His smile was pointed and deliberate. He sat upright, straight and strong, with his legs straddling Lust’s chest. His hand cupped Ozzie’s cheek. Asmodeus blinked a few more times, trying to clear sleep from his eyes. They weren’t in bed, had they fallen asleep watching television last night?

“Good morning, sleepy heads!” Fizz’s hands moved to give Ram and Bull gentle noogies to help wake them up.

Asmodeus stretched and sat up. He watched, amused, as Fizzarolli climbed him to perch against his shoulder. “Someone’s feeling better.”

Fizz nodded. “Mostly. I’m hungry.”

“Is that why you woke me up?” Fizzarolli’s laugh was the answer. Lust pushed himself off the sofa and the two of them headed towards the kitchen.

“I’m glad you’ve got your appetite back.” Asmodeus mused as he watched Fizzarolli start in on a stack of waffles as tall as his torso. It had taken him over an hour to convince Fizz to drink half a cup of pho yesterday, this was a much welcomed change.

Fizzarolli responded by beaming at Asmodeus before eating a waffle in two big bites. “I’m starving, didn’t you feed me?”

“You didn’t want to be fed!”

Fizzarolli rolled his eyes and ate another waffle, that didn’t’ sound very much like him. He must have been sick. One arm extended back into the kitchen in search of peanut butter, that’s what this breakfast needed

“Well I bounce back fast.” Fizz dipped his third waffle into the peanut butter jar and tried it. He moaned loudly and rolled his eyes back. Peanut butter was what this breakfast needed. After taking several seconds to savor the savory and the sweet, Fizz looked back over at Asmodeus. He laughed at the king’s expression.

“Was I a good patient? You don’t look like you’ve gotten much sleep.”

Asmodeus chuckled. “Before or after the slipperiest game of tag I’ve ever played?”

“What are you talking about?”

Ozzie stilled. Had Fizz forgotten about that? What else didn’t Fizz remember? “What all do you remember?”

Fizzarolli thought for a moment. “I remember waking up with a bitch of a headache. Mammon had me shooting the commercial for the Bots. The lights were….really bright. He told me to get my shit together.”

“And that’s it?”

“We watched television yesterday.”

Asmodeus scanned Fizzarolli’s face for any indication that he was lying, but there was nothing. So he didn’t remember saying I love you.

“Why? Did I do something embarrassing? Say something ridiculous?”

Now wasn’t the time to have that conversation. Asmodeus didn’t know how to explain his love to Fizz right now. For now, this was Ozzie’s secret.

Asmodeus smiled and shook his head. “You started a very chaotic game of tag. Made a lot of dick jokes. But no, you were a fine patient.”

Fizzarolli snorted. “That does sound like me.”

Asmodeus took a sip of his coffee, Fizz reached to the plate in the center of the table and grabbed another piece of bacon. The two of them smiled when they caught each other’s eye.

“Thank you, Asmodeus.”

Fizzarolli had no need to thank him. If anything, Asmodeus should be thanking Fizzarolli. He’d given him plenty of worry over the past few days, but every bit of that worry was worth it. Fizzarolli gave Asmodeus so much good. Fizzarolli gave him love.

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