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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)

Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3

“Just one more game, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. I don’t want to end at a loss.” You didn’t want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didn’t want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin.

You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched – really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm.

You also watched him play – and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after.

So, like a good girlfriend would – you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college – you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well.

— I’ll find something to eat, alright?

He didn’t respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal – not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged.

— Nah, stay here. I don’t want my father to see you.

— Ah…your father is at home?

You never heard anyone else being at the house – big house, you must admit, and it’s embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didn’t know what his father’s name was.

— Returned from his fucking deployment. He’d ask too many questions about you.

— You didn’t tell him about me?

Ah, now you’re hurt a little bit. You knew it wasn’t anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly.

— He never asked. Not like he cares too much, but…

An apathetic dad, huh.

You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriend’s horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart.

— If you don’t want me to come and meet him, I can go home.

He doesn’t answer because his queue is finally coming to another match – you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed.

You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen.

*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away – and now he can’t even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid.

König closes the door of the refrigerator – of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house – a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished.

With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge – and then he almost stumbles across an angel.

Scheisse

Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young – his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, but…

The thing is – he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son.

You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, You’re dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isn’t dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl.

— Oh! Sorry. It’s yours, isn’t it?

You give him his cookies back – but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue – god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants aren’t enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasn’t seen a woman in three months and hasn’t had sex in the past few years.

You lick the crumbs from your fingers – it’s such a deliberate action that he can’t believe he actually sees it, and it’s not even something from porn he used to like.

— Ja. You can have it.

He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it.

— Thank you, sir. I’m…well, I assume if Paul didn’t introduce me to you…I’m his girlfriend. Nice to meet you.

You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest – but he can’t be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him.

Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home.

— Girlfriend? He never spoke about you.

You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile – too real. He can’t handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so you’d stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom.

He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you.

— Ah. Um. We’re…I guess we’re not at this stage yet.

— Knowing him, you’ll never be, Schatz.

You look at him immediately – you’re offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar – and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce.

— What do you mean by this, sir?

You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes – and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally.

Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys – and in the romantic field, it’s even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being – and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid.

He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing – a good girl won’t be with his son if she isn’t stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship.

The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone – he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until you’re crying under him. He can’t do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, but…well, quite frankly, his son doesn’t deserve you.

König is.

— I won’t sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a Scheiß Arschloch…fucking asshole, that is. I’m surprised he brought home someone as cute as you.

You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paul’s dad is a…interesting man.

Tall, broad, very muscular – even his baggy house clothes aren’t really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because you’re a good girl, you don’t look at your boyfriend’s dad like this.

König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman – your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your “date” while you’re lusting over his father.

Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too.

— Paul isn’t all that bad, sir.

“He at least has a nice dick,” you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong – if he weren’t sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from porn…not really your thing.

You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all.

König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks.

God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably won’t take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies.

He can afford to retire and never worry about money again – but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right?

You look like a good candidate.

— I’m sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesn’t deserve you, Schatz.

He is shitty at flirting, it’s not his forte – he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he can’t flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isn’t something he is good for, this is why his wife has left.

— I…not sure we should be having this conversation here.

You’re a good girl, and it’s infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldn’t be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you aren’t opposed to the idea. König doesn’t understand if he likes that you’re so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty – but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body.

— You want to see the bedroom then?

Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs – it might look involuntary like he didn’t exactly want for it to be placed here, but you aren’t dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, you’re too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him.

— Sir, this is very…

He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace – you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isn’t a strong man in regard of morals, he doesn’t see anything wrong with fucking his son’s girlfriend – if the girl is up to it. And if she isn’t…well, he better make sure she is.

— What is it, Schatz? Paul won’t hear us in his headphones.

You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape – his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and you’re horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you don’t want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway.

Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them – it’s probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all.

— I don’t want to break his heart.

— He doesn’t have one.

You’re lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again – a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much – you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, you…

God, you feel like a slut, and you like it.

Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted.

You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back – but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game.

— Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later.

“Later” sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you can’t help but compare him to his son – and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didn’t cum.

You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions – you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like “daddy, please”

König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable.

— Daddy, ja? God, you’re dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later.

He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked – he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and you’re so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before.

He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge – make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people.

He can be good for you – but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady right.

— So wet for me…such a filthy thing, I didn’t know my son dated a whore.

— N…not a whore, please…

He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him – you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid.

— Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking young…

— W…we really shouldn’t… — Tshhh, don’t think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. — I’m not…

— Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.

He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy – meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though you’re used to taking Paul’s size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second.

It feels so wrong, you still aren’t sure if you want him to touch you like this.

It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick – maybe because you haven’t gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off – but now…

You aren’t ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now – you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriend’s absent father, and you love every second of it.

Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm – it’s good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed.

König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good.

So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole – taking the worst traits of his father.

— Don’t cry, Schatzen. You’re okay, it felt good, didn’t it?

— W…we shouldn’t have. Shit. I’m sorry, it was a m…god, I need to tell Paul.

— I’ll tell him.

— No! — I will tell my asshole of a son that you’re my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck.

— I need to return to my dorm.

— And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of this…but we can afford to go a bit off board, ja?

He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once – you don’t have the heart to say no. Never did. You’re a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right.

He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin – you’re so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you don’t even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen.

Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked.

— W…what the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again – deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. You’re stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are.

— She’ll make a good step mom, ja?

You don’t even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes.

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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months

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grocery shopping with jason, beyond obsessed with doing domestic things with this big strong sometimes broody guy

Idk why the idea of Jason being the only sane person if the BatFam went to Costco or Sam’s club is funny to me.

Grocery shopping at night only. Jason is your scary dog privilege. I didn’t mean for this to be so short, I’ll probably do a target run at some point 😅

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“Smell this one.” You hold up two various body washes for Jason to smell. One is a creamy, soft vanilla, the other is a fragrant, artificial strawberry with lilac leaves printed on the bottle.

“They both smell fine,” he insists after smelling them. “Why’re you asking me?”

“Cause I know you use it sometimes.”

He says nothing at this quiet truth. Maybe sometimes he’d reach for your bottle during his exhausted showers. Maybe he didn’t care if the smell clung to him for a good while. He didn’t mind one bit.

“That one.” He points towards the scent he preferred.

Essentials first. That was the quiet deal before getting produce. You loved asking for his opinions on a lot of stuff, since you practically ‘lived in the same bed.’

Jason didn’t particularly mind when he’d tread along with you when you wanted a new soap or lotion. Sometimes it was kind of amusing the array of options their turned out to be. You had a good nose, picking out scents he adored smelling on you every time he held you close, invading his hoodies every time you wore them.

“Do we have popcorn at home?” Came your first question after his arms settled snugly around your waist, holding you content to his chest.

“Half a box yeah, why?” You try to tilt your head up, but fail when Jason purposely rests his chin ontop.

“Just wondering,” he answers. “You ‘bout done here?”

“Yeah. Why? Too many single girls making eye contact?”

“More like a ton of single mothers.” He chuckles, breaking into a laugh when you lightly slap the back of his hand.

Checking for produce was a team effort. Sometimes you can’t remember if you have enough of this or that, but Jason’s good memory usually came in hand.

“You had one of these before?” You question whilst holding up a spiky, untrustworthy vegetable after grabbing some cheery looking bell peppers.

“Uh, no? Don’t think so. Don’t know how you would eat those.”

“We could ask Alfred,” you reply while slightly rocking the cart back and forth. “Anything else?”

“I’m thinking.” Jason keeps still, tilting his head back in thought. “I’m thinking got everything. Anything else you want, babe?”

You would say yes, but you don’t really know what you’re particularly in the mood for after filling up your shopping list, having extra money to spend.

This led to the both of you wandering around the store, slightly vacant due to most people settling at home, eating their meals or spending time with their families.

You peer along the freezer windows as you stroll by, nearly coming to a stop after examining some interesting coffee ice cream.

Bump.

The sudden soft prod of the cart frame against your behind made you scoff, turning over your shoulder to peer at a smirking Jason.

“Oops.”

“Rude!”

“Sorry. You walk too slow.”

Scoffing, you grab a bag of frozen blueberries and turn around, witnessing Jason quickly and carelessly toss a bag of frozen avocado into the cart.

“Hey, theirs a system Todd!” You step closer, quickly rearranging the produce and snacks back into their ‘original’ spots.

“Says the woman playing Tetris with our food.”

“The avocados crushing the bread!” You gesture towards the produce. You click your tongue and scoff again to Jason’s delight as you left the bread untouched.

Good thing too. You almost saw the ice cream he had hidden underneath it.

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Going grocery shopping with the mans 🧍🏽‍♀️

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brittbax · 2 years

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#personal #rant #my fucking goddam brother #i have to hide my own food that i bought with my own money bc other fucking people in this fucking house eat it #the only other freezer i can store foid in so other people dont eat it is in the basement #bc otherwise its in danger of my dad getting into it #(see the poptarts and other snacks i put in the pantry)#i had three (3!) pints of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer downstairs bc they were on sale when i bought them #and tonight i wanted to crack into one #my brother who is home for a few weeks is living in the basement while hes here #ALL THREE OF MY PINTS ARE GONE #hes been here 2-3 weeks and ate all of them WITHOUT ASKING OR TELLING ME #and then when i just confronted him about it he had the audacity to calmly tell me 'they've been gone for a while'#and that he was waiting for me to find out about it before doing anything about it #i need to get out if this gd fucking house #i just cant do it anymore

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steveharringtonat3am · 3 months

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I can’t stop thinking about going grocery shopping with Steve like I can just picture him with his little list that he insists on sticking too but he doesn’t even complain when you buy snacks god he’s so boyfriend coded

Steve never lets you push the cart. Just like how he insists on driving you everywhere, he refuses to let you push the cart for a reason you haven’t yet heard. But you can’t really complain. Being tied to the cart was annoying. But by far the most annoying thing in the store was The List.

Steve would never deviate from The List. He would write it out before leaving the house, each item in order of where you would come across them in the store. He was very meticulous about it. So much so, you once tried to slip it in your pocket when you got out of the car.

It wad funny until he drove all the way back home to “go get it”.

“Come on sweetheart.” He checks over his shoulder to make sure you’re following him as he grabs a cart, pushing it into the store. He starts with the vegetables, as they reside on the top of The List. Most of the items on there were from you. Steve, for all his grocery diligence, wasn’t much of a cook so he relied on you for most of the ingredients you would need for the week ahead. Unfortunately, he was smart enough to know when you wanted something for yourself or for actual necessity.

You start to wander off as he inspects tomatoes. It’s a normal occurrence at this point. It’s boring to simply stand next to him when you’d much rather be standing in the ice cream isle, inspecting the various pints and boxes.

‘The freezer is empty enough for this.’ You think to yourself as you grab a jumbo box of popsicles and a pint of Steve’s favourite ice cream. You head back over to the produce section, eyes scanning over mounds of apples to find a mop of brown hair. As you place the items neatly in the cart, Steve catches your eye.

“Those aren’t on the list.” It’s a statement of a fact, eyebrows raised but a soft smile on his face.

“It’s getting warmer. They would have been on next weeks list.” You smile as if you won’t finish this box in a week.

“…Sure babe.” It’s a redundant yes. As strict as he is about the list, he simply can’t say no to you. Especially when you smile so pretty at him. You follow him into the bread section, picking up his usual kind for him. He nods approvingly and you try not to let the giddiness show.

He picks up a few things from the freezer section but the bag of potstickers that are not on the list makes you smile. Steve knows they’re your favourite.

As he weighs bags of frozen okra in his hand, you once again slip away. You’re right next to the candy and chips aisle so you take it upon yourself to grab some treats. Returning to the cart with an arm full of two types of chips and a few bags of candy, you once again receive an amused look.

“Did you add something to the list I didn’t see?” He teases as you put everything in the cart.

“Well, no but you always want a snack after work so this is good! And they have such good easter candy out!” You defend your choices despite the fact he’s already accepted the junk food.

“Whatever you say babe. Take it up with your dentist.” He grins as you smack his arm, following him to the checkout aisle. Of course, he doesn’t let you help put the groceries onto the conveyor belt but you can’t complain as you focus on the bright magazines.

As the cashier scans the items, you work on placing them into the bags you had brought with you. You were an expert at stacking, placing them into the cart as Steve retrieved the receipt. He hands it to you to look over for irregularities, taking the cart and pushing it to the car. He loads the groceries into the car as you settle into the passenger seat. You watch from the rearview mirror as he walks away. Thanking your past self for buying him those tight fit jeans, you put on your seatbelt as he returns, sitting down.

“Ready to go home?” He asks you, patting your thigh.

“Sure! Can we get coffee on the way back?”

“…Fine.” He loves you too much to object.

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bangchansgirlsblog · 7 months

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Eating for two🎄

Warnings: NONE. Fluff!

Pairing: Chan x reader

Summary: Christmas evenings

Idk how to write fluffs cause whattt

-🩷

The rain outside was pouring and the snow fell quietly right by its side lying on the ground with a soft touch.

The fire place was on and the smell of cookies was slowly filling all the different rooms of the house.

The soft Christmas music playing in the background as I slowly stir the hot chocolate.

Our white couches were put together to build a “bed” in the living room right I front of the tv where “home alone” played and all the blankets were neatly folded waiting for us to just use them.

“Baby are you almost done?” I ask Chan who was next door in the king hen stacking up out snacks on a tray.

“Yeah just turning off the oven, do you need anything?” His head pops up on the side of the door as he spoke.

“Could you grab me the tab of ice cream in the freezer?” I ask him sheepishly.

“Babe, it’s so cold, you’ll catch a cold,” he replies then disappears back into the kitchen and shortly after he brings out the tray filled with different delicious foods.

I couldn’t help but drool at the sight of it which causes Chan to chuckle.

He was wearing socks that were Christmas themed like mine and they were fluffy making his feet a bit slippery while walking. His face twisting in concentration trying not to drop the tray.

I help him set it down . He straightens his back and puts his hands together while analyzing the table to check if we had everything.

“So…no ice cream?” The question leaves my lips quickly yet softly. Earning another chuckle from Chan. The eagerness was so clear and I wasn’t going to hide it. After all I was eating for two.

“That’s a lot of sugar my love. You’re already eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows,” his eyes connect with mine as he tried to explain why I couldn’t have my chocolate ice cream but I was not allowing it and he knew he was eventually going to give in.

“Boo! the baby’s asking Channie, she’s been kicking and turning, ” I poke out my tongue and frown knowing he would eventually feel guilty and give in.

“Fine but only a bit! And this isn’t fair, you can’t keep using my daughter to get what you want,” he rolls his eyes playfully while heading back into the kitchen where he grabbed the tub of ice cream and a few spoons.

“Are you happy now?” He asks sitting by me and turning off the lights in the living room. The fire place being our source of light now.

“Very very happy,” I giggle and lay on the couch. His body automatically moves to be closer. His body heat warming me up.

He passes the cup and puts it in my hands then proceeds to cover us in the blanket. He was wearing his beanie and fluffy pajamas that I had got him from America when I went to visit.

“You look so cute baby,” I coo and pull out my phone to take a picture of him then captioning it with Christmas trees and lights.

“I love you,” the smile on my lips growing bigger and bigger just like my heart.

“I love you too princess,” his lips connect with my forehead as his hands wrap around my waist and lay on my 6 month belly.

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchan fluff #bang chan x reader

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bellyasks · 2 months

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I Can't Just Let All This Go To Waste stuffing prompts bc i loveeee an excuse

A new bakery recently opened up in town, and your character goes to check it out. Excited to try the interesting things they have, they wind up buying way too much. Now they're saddled with a ton of baked goods that are bound to start going bad before long. It would be a shame to waste any of it, especially considering it wasn't exactly cheap, so they'd better get moving.

Your character was planning on hosting a party with a bunch of friends and prepared plenty of food to go around. One by one, though, their friends message them to let them know they won't be able to make it. Now, your character sits all alone at home, surrounded by a ton of very perishable snacks that won't be much good later. On top of that, they didn't leave any fridge space to put them away since they weren't meant to last the night. Feeling glum and deflated, your character has little to do now but spend the evening eating all that food.

Your character buys a big tub of ice cream only to discover that they don't have any freezer space to put it away. With nobody around to share it with, they have no choice but to try and eat the whole thing themself before it melts.

Fresh fruit is a perfect summer snack, except for the fact that it goes bad so fast. Following a visit to the farm market during which they let their stomach do the thinking, your character comes home with way too much fruit. They have some as a snack right away, and, unable to resist how sweet and ripe it is, immediately go back to their new stash for a little more. It's hard to stop eating, but since it's gonna be moldy in a few days, why not go wild right now?

Your character orders a pizza or two to split with a couple companions, but their plans fall through when everybody has some last-minute obligation calling them away. Everyone except your character, that is, who is now alone with nothing but a lot of hot, fresh pizza. They know they should just have a couple slices and put it away, but pizza is never as good the next day. How much of it will they eat before their belly finally stops them?

Trying to watch their spending, your character buys a bunch of marked down food in the hopes that it will last the week. The dates are sooner than they realized, though, and they only have a day or two to eat everything. They ask around, but nobody seems to be in need of their nearly-expired offerings, so they accept their fate and start planning an enormous meal.

Your character makes a big pot of soup with the intention of freezing half of it for another time. They neglected to check their freezer beforehand, though, and find that there's absolutely no room. Knowing they'll never finish all the soup if they only eat reasonable portions, your character's meals for the week consist of very large, very filling servings.

Your character bakes a big dessert for a potluck at work, but apparently nobody really liked it, because when it's time to pack up, almost the entire thing is still there. Knowing it'll only sit around getting gross if they leave it in the break room, your character brings their rejected treat back home and decides to take care of it themself.

#prompts #stuffing #stuffed belly #belly kink #tummy kink #belly #my post

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vanfleeter · 11 months

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Dirty Little Secret (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, so much smut, language.

Summary: Secretly sleeping with your best friend's bandmate. What could happen?

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. - Federico García Lorca

Secrets. Sneaking around. Lies.

That’s all you’ve ever known for the past six weeks. Keeping one of the biggest secrets you’ve ever had to keep. Sleeping with your best friend’s bandmate. Both of you knew it was a bad idea but neither of you wanted to call it quits. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. What began as something that was supposed to be a one time thing grew more intense.

Lying to your roommate about where you’ve been so late at night or coming home so early in the morning after being gone all night. Which also ties into the sneaking around. Sneaking off on your work break to meet him at his place for a quick hook up. Sometimes, on nights out with the band when Danny would invite you, you’d make up some lame excuse to go to the bathroom. Fix your lipstick, pee, whatever came to your head that didn’t seem suspicious. And it only took Jake five minutes to show up and have you pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall as he fucked you.

Six Weeks Ago

You didn’t see yourself ever doing this. Nor did you ever see yourself with him. You had never met him until the night of Josh’s birthday party. He wanted this year to be different and opted for a separate party from Jake.

Danny had invited you to go with him. Insisted that you need to make more friends ever since moving to the city. But instead of mingling with everyone else at the party like he was, you found yourself alone at the food table and snacking on the veggie tray.

“I used to believe that eating a ton of carrots would improve my eyesight.” A voice says beside you. You look up to see Jake standing beside you as he refilled his glass with champagne. “All lies. I still need glasses.” After filling his glass, he sets the bottle back down on the table and extends his hand out to you. “I’m Jake. You must be (Y/N), right?” You nod your head as you extend your hand to shake his. “Did he abandon you?”

You shake your head. “No, I kind of wandered away while he was chatting with your dad. About what, I don’t know.”

Jake chuckles and lifts his glass to his lips to take a drink. “Thirsty?” He says. “There’s plenty of alcohol. Josh didn’t go light this year.”

You shake your head. “I promised Danny that I’d stay sober to drive home tonight.”

“Well, there’s other ways to enjoy the party.” He says. “Come on..”

He grabs your hand and tugs you along before you could protest. Pulling you into the kitchen, he parks you on the bar stool at the kitchen island before going over to the fridge. He pulls open the freezer and digs through it before pulling out a carton of ice cream. He retrieves a spray can of whip cream from the fridge and comes back over to you.

“Ice cream?”

Jake nods his head and sets the contents on the counter before getting a couple bowls and spoons from the cupboards and the ice cream scoop. “Josh’s ice cream that I’ll have to replace later.” He fills bowls with ice cream and sprays the whipped scream on top. “Unfortunately he doesn’t have cherries.”

“I thought Josh couldn’t have sugar or dairy.” You say as you take a spoon from his hand.

“He treats himself to it once in a while.” Jake says. “If anything, I’m helping him not eat sugar and saving his vocal chords.” You giggle making him smile.

“Thoughtful brother.” You say before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Finishing the ice cream in your bowl, you look over at Jake to find him licking off the rest of his ice cream off of his spoon. You giggle when you see a dribble of ice cream on the corner of his mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” He says as he sets his spoon in his bowl.

“You have ice cream..” You say pointing to the spot on your mouth. “Here..” You grab a napkin off the counter and reach over to wipe it off of him. You didn’t realize how close you had gotten until you felt his breath breeze against your lips. You pull away clearing your throat and slide off the stool to toss the napkin away and put your dishes in the sink.

He reaches over you to place his own in the sink. With him being so close to you, you can feel how hard he is. His hands ghost across your hips as he brushes his own hips against your backside. You knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, you barely knew him but at the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. His hands moved your hips and around to your front side.

“Jake…” You breathe.

“Hmmm?” He hums against the nape of your neck.

“We shouldn’t do this..” You say. “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me take you upstairs and get to know you.” He says.

You look out the kitchen window to find Danny still engrossed in a conversation but with someone different. The feeling Jake was giving you was too difficult to ignore or deny. You weren’t wrong. You barely knew each other, but damn you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“But if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He says. “I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The little angel on your shoulder kept telling you to say stop, that this wasn’t right. But the devil on your other shoulder kept telling you to do it. Let him make you feel good. He’s so attractive and you know that he knows how to use his fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Jake says as he steps away from you.

You turn to face him. “Just this once.” You say before grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs. He switches positions and pulls you into one of the guest rooms and closes the door before shoving you against it.

“I’ve been looking at you all day.” He says as he holds your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours as he grinds against you. “I’ve only seen you in photos that you’ve taken with Danny but you’re much more beautiful in person.” He removes one of his hands from your face and moves it down between your thighs. He slowly moves his hand underneath your dress and presses his fingers against the fabric of your underwear. He hums against your lips as you moan. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Too late.” He removes his hand and presses his hips back against yours. “I already am..” He whispers into your ear.

He pulls you off the door and walks you back to the bed before laying you down on your back. He pushes your dress up your body and pulls your underwear off.

“Is that okay?” He asks. You nod your head. He runs his hands down on your thighs and comes to a stop at your center. He circles his thumb around your folds before gently pressing into your clit. A moan falls from your lips making a smirk grow on his face. “You like that?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Slowly he takes his index and middle fingers and gently inserts them inside of you. “Is that alright?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah–Oh–” You moan, feeling him begin to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck, Jake..”

“That’s it..” Jake hums. He leans over you and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you say my name.”

Your hands grip his arm as his movements speed up and you feel him dragging his fingers along the right spots. “Jake..“ You moan. “Jake, I-”

“Ride it out for me..” He says against the skin of your neck. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

The heat burns in your belly, your toes curling as you clutch tightly to his arm. You hear his voice echo in your head as he coaches you through your orgasm. You then feel him remove his fingers from inside you, the warm feeling dissipating making you whine. He chuckles and pushes off the bed.

“You’re so needy..” He scoffs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor.

He hovers over top of you and props himself up on his hands beside your head.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” He confirms before pushing off of the bed. He grabs his pants and fishes his wallet out to retrieve a condom. “Safety first..”

You scoff and shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”

He chuckles and rips open the small package and slips the condom on his dick before repositioning himself between your legs. Pushing your dress up your hips and lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly pushes himself in making you both groan.

“Are you okay?” He asks, noticing your body tense.

You nod your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He slowly pulls himself out before thrusting back inside. His hands grip the sheets beside your head as he picks up his pace. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist to pull his body closer.

“Fuck fuck…” He groans as he buries his face into the crook of his neck. “Baby you feel so good…”

“Jake, faster, please…”

“As you wish, baby.” He says.

The sounds that fill the room are nothing less than pornographic which only made the whole interaction even more hot. Neither of you cared how loud you were either, no one would be able to hear you over the loud music playing outside.

He feels your walls clench around his cock and his fists tighten around the sheets that he still clutches in his hands. He groans in pleasure and keeps thrusting into you. Roughly but pleasure filled.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

“Let it happen.” He says. He releases his right hand and brings it down to your center. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he presses his lips against yours. You can feel it happening again. The same familiar feeling of heat burning in your core.

“Jake.. Oh god..”

“That’s it, love.” He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your second orgasm. You know he’s getting close to his own as his thrusts grow sloppy. Suddenly he grows stiff and his head falls onto your chest. “Fuck that was so good baby..”

You wince as he pulls out of you. He steps into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth to dampen and brings it back out to wash you. He discards the washcloth after cleaning you up into the nearest hamper and the used condom in the trash can.

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. He grabs his boxers and pants and pulls them back on.

The two of you make your way back downstairs. Jake slips out to the backyard first leaving you in the kitchen. You see Danny step inside and he flashes you a smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He says. “Been in here the whole time?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed some space from the party. Got a little overwhelmed.”

Danny hums and walks over to the counter. “Did Jake keep you company?”

“Yeah, we.. We talked.”

Danny nods his head. “And ate Josh’s ice cream?” He says raising an eyebrow with a smirk plastered on his face when noticing the empty carton on the counter.

“Don’t say anything.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Scouts honor..” He says as he dumps the empty carton into the trash can. “Although you should probably get better at hiding the evidence. Come on, they’re about to cut the cake.”

Following Danny out to the backyard, the two of you step underneath the tent and he hands you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’m supposed to drive.” You tell him.

“Just as a toast.” Danny says.

“Okay..” You take the glass for his hand.

Feeling eyes on your back, you glance over your shoulder to see Jake standing not too far away with a refilled glass in his hand. He tips his glass to you and gives you a subtle nod of his head. You turn your head back to face forward to pay attention to Josh’s little speech. –

Two Weeks Later

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You hadn’t been in contact with Jake since Josh’s party. Though you were surprised to find that he stuck to the deal of your one time hookup only being the one time. Even when Danny invited you to the studio to listen to what they’ve been working on–which doesn’t happen all that often–Jake kept his distance. Only engaging in conversation when it was something he was interested in.

After the small studio session, you follow Jake out to the parking lot and stop him at his car. “Okay, when I said it was a one time thing, I didn’t mean you had to ignore me too.”

He turns to face you after opening his car door. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says. “However, no one knows what we did that night, except you and me.”

“Yeah but-”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Danny calls as he and Sam step out of the building. “We’re gonna grab something to eat, want to join?”

“I actually already asked her if she wanted to grab something.” Jake says. “Sorry Daniel.” He gives him a smirk.

Danny chuckles. “Just don’t get her killed.” He turns to look at you. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me to beat him up.”

“I’m standing right here.” Jake says.

Danny laughs. “I’m just kidding. Have fun, we’ll see you two later.” He says turning away and running across the lot to catch up to Sam at his car.

You turn back to face Jake and fold your arms over your chest. “Are we really getting food?” You say.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Something like that.” He says. “Get in.”

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He shoves you into the wall beside the front door as he kisses you. His hands roam up underneath your shirt, his thumbs rubbing over your already hardened nipples. He pulls away just long enough to grab the ends of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the party.” He says against your lips.

“We made a deal, it’d only be one time.”

“Mmmm, well tell me to stop and I will.” He says. “Like I said before, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.” His hands are planted on the wall on both sides of your head. You look up into his eyes and find them searching your own.

Truthfully you couldn’t deny that you’ve been wanting to be with him again. You’ve been craving his touch for weeks now. The way his hands felt when they grabbed your hips or how easily he found all of your sweet spots. You loved feeling his soft lips on yours. It was all intoxicating and you craved every second of it.

“Hello? Are you alive in there?” He says gently tapping the side of your head.

Blinking a few times, you lick your lips and tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I-”

“You don’t want to do this.” He pushes off the wall and bends over to pick up your shirt from the floor and hands it to you.

“No, Jake–”

“I’m sorry, this was a mistake..” He says, shaking his head and walking away.

Pulling your shirt back on, you follow after him down the hall and grab his arm to turn him around. You press your lips to his, your hands finding his hips and pulling him into you. After a minute of just kissing, you pull away and open your eyes to look at him.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You admit. “And just then, I kept imagining your hands all over me, in me.. I spaced.”

He chuckles and brushes his hand across your cheek. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you pressed against him. “You know if Danny finds out, he might kill me.” He says, his lips ghosting yours. His nose brushes the skin of your cheek as he kisses your jaw. “But I don’t care..”

Dropping his hands to your thighs, he lifts you onto his waist and starts to carry you up the stairs. His brain, unable to multitask, causes his foot to miss a step and the two of you fall onto the stairs.

“Oh god, I’m sorry..” He quickly apologizes. You both laugh and you pull him down on top of you.

“Fuck me right here Jake.”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “On the stairs?”

You nod your head. Pushing him off of you and onto the stairs, you grab his belt and undo it before unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips off the stairs, just enough for you to be able to pull them, and his boxers, down his hips and his legs. Slipping out of your jeans and underwear, you straddle his lap and roughly kiss him.

“Have you ever had sex on the stairs before?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Not once.”

“Well, now you can say that you have.” You roll your hips against his and his head falls back against the step as he groans.

“I can already feel how wet you are.” His hands find their way to your hips.

You slightly lift yourself up and line him up with your entrance before you slowly sink back down on him allowing him to fill you. You moaned in the pleasure of him stretching you out. His moans match yours as his hands tighten on your hips. Once again you roll your hips and he groans. Lifting yourself ever so lightly you drop back down and repeat the action until you find a steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so–” He cuts himself off with a moan and thrusts his hips up into yours driving himself deeper inside of you.

Your knees were pressed tightly into the wooden flooring of his stairs but the pleasure outweighed the pain. You were too desperate to chase your high to be worrying about anything else.

He reaches behind your neck and pulls you down to him and roughly kisses you. As he thrusts up into you, he grips a fistful of your hair in his hand and yanks your head back. Both of you are gasping and moaning. He feels you clenching around his dick which only makes him pump himself in you faster.

“Do it with me..” He says. “I want to feel you.” Unable to form any words, you nod your head vigorously as you feel the intense wave of your orgasm bloom. “That’s it baby,” He gently spoke as he let go of your hair and gently ran his hand along your cheek. You rest the side of your face into the palm of his hand as you continue riding him. You can feel him releasing in you as he reaches his own. You open your eyes to look at him to find his face scrunched up, similar to how he plays his guitar when he’s deep into his trance.

Soon the two of you come down from your high and you fall onto his chest as he stays buried in you. His hand comes to rest on your back and you feel him softly rub it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head against his chest and a smile forms on his face. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He carefully slides out of you and helps you stand. He notices how red your knees are and he winces. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“Jake, I promise, I’m fine.” You say reassuring him. “I feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time though..”

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you and helping you up the stairs to his bathroom where he draws you a bath. “Just relax for a bit while I go get our clothes.”

He comes back a couple minutes later and retrieves a washcloth from the linen closet. “Oh to see Jake Kiszka walking around his own home butt naked is truly a sight to see.” You say making him chuckle.

After cleaning up the both of you and relaxing in the tub for a little bit, the two of you get out and he brings you over to his bed. He grabs a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and helps you get dressed.

“Such a gentleman.”

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. “I try.”

“Umm,” You hum. “Do you have a guest room I should stay in?”

Jake falls down on the bed and looks up at you with a confused look. “I mean.. I do.. But why would you want to sleep in there?” He says.

“Well, I just figured–I’ve never slept over and–”

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. He pats the bed beside him. “It’s no big deal if we share a bed.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “I don’t bite.” He says with a smirk.

Taking in a deep breath, you walk over to the bed and climb up on it. He motions you closer to him and he wraps his arm around you. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote to his tv. Turning it on, he scrolls aimlessly through the guide before choosing a random movie that happened to be on.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on his chest. His arm is still wrapped around your body and you feel him drawing soft designs on the skin of your hip. It wasn’t long until you were fully knocked out.

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gingerjunhan · 11 months

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falling asleep with xdinary heroes

☆彡 ahh this is my first work! I hope you all enjoy it!

word count: 1,108 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: mentions of stress w/ gunil, mentions of overworking w/ ode, vague mentions of eating? (ode brings you snacks), lmk if I missed any!

goo gunil

He noticed that work has been stressing you out lately, so he invites you over to his place

Very determined to help you have a fun, relaxing evening

No talk of work allowed 🫵🏻

It’s movie marathon night!

Greets you at the door with a tight hug and probably some flowers (because you deserve them and he loves to see you smile)

“I got you something…”

Made his bedroom extra cozy- tidied up, extra pillows and blankets, lit a candle or two

Your favorite food has been ordered and it’s already on the way

There’s also ice cream in the freezer

Once your food has arrived and you both get comfortable, he lets you pick the first movie

Hours pass of just the two of you enjoying each other’s company, and you’re starting to doze off

About halfway through the third movie Gunil excuses himself to use the bathroom, and when he comes back you’re fast asleep

He can’t help but to stare at your sleeping form

For the first time in a while, you looked totally relaxed (and not to mention: super cute)

Climbs back into bed with you, pulling the blankets over you both, placing a kiss on the top of your head

“Sleep well, my love.”

Finishes the movie so he can tell you about it in the morning

kim jungsu

He stayed at practice late one night, so you decided to pay him a visit

You find him alone in a practice room

He looks tired, but his face lights up when he sees you, greeting you with a sleepy smile

“Hi honey!”

Invites you to come sit on his lap

Wrapping your arms around each other, you ask him about his day

After some talking, he gets back to work with the song he was working on, telling you, “just ten more minutes and we can go home.”

Ten minutes turns into 20 minutes

20 minutes turns into half an hour

And you’re getting sleepy

Between the soothing feeling of his breathing, the scent of him and his cologne, and the sounds of his keyboard, you’re falling asleep in a matter of minutes

Jungsu notices almost immediately

He feels bad for keeping you out so late, but he can’t help but giggle at you

He quickly finished up the line he’s working on- writing it down so he won’t forget it- and he wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek

“Lets get home hmm? It’s pretty late.”

kwak jiseok

You’re hanging out in xh’s dorm after one of your monthly game nights

You were all on the floor sitting around a messy pile of Uno cards

After Ode beat you all twice in a row, everyone decided to call it quits for the night

You had your head in Gaon’s lap, enjoying his presence and the current conversation that flowed through the room

Gaon started to run his fingers through your hair, and just like that

You were asleep

If he could’ve melted into a puddle, it would’ve happened right then and there

The others make fun of him for how hard he’s blushing

He tells them to be quiet so they don’t wake you up

By doing so, he wakes you up

Feels bad for waking you :(

Offers to let you spend the night with him in the dorm

“You can sleep in one of my shirts if you’d like.”

oh seungmin

You have been swamped with homework lately

Spending most of your free time reading, writing papers, or studying

He hates it

Yes he wants you to work hard and be successful but

You could be spending that time with him

He brings you snacks/ meals while you study

He brings you a snack one evening and finds you asleep at your desk

His heart breaks a bit because this means you haven’t been getting enough rest

He puts your snack down and wakes you

“C’mon baby, it’s time for bed.”

You try to convince him to let you finish your assignment, but your arguments are futile

He drags you over to your bed, pulling back the covers and making you comfortable

He then crawls into bed with you, pulling you close to him

“Your assignments can wait, you need to rest.”

You can’t argue back because you just feel too cozy!

You pull yourself closer to him, finally letting sleep take over

He smiles softly at you, quietly keeping you company until you wake up or he falls asleep himself

han hyeongjun

Jun Han has been dying to show you the new anime he’s been watching, and a rainy Saturday afternoon is the perfect time to do so!

You’re laying together on his couch, wearing one of his hoodies (that he totally didn’t leave at your place “on accident”)

You’re about four episodes into the show, and your eyelids are starting to get heavy

You tried your hardest to stay awake, knowing that he was excited to watch this show with you

But the way you were surrounded in him

The scent of his hoodie, the sound of his laugh, his heartbeat, the way his fingers traced shapes on your back as he wrapped his arms around you

All of this mixed with the pleasant background noise of his show mixed with the rain outside

You found yourself losing the fight of trying to stay awake

When he notices at the end of the episode, he can’t help but smile

He turns the tv off and holds you tighter, deciding that nap time didn’t sound like such a bad idea

Since we know this man can sleep anywhere and everywhere

Laying his head on top of yours, he closes his eyes, taking in the feeling of having you so close

lee jooyeon

He just came home from a long day of promotions

It was late, and you were already in bed

When he came stumbling over his own feet into the bedroom, you woke up just enough to process his frame standing at the end of the mattress, starting to get ready for bed

“Hi sweetie. Did I wake you? :(“

He changes quickly- knowing that you’re now awake- hoping to talk to you a little bit before falling asleep again

He finally gets under the covers and you wrap your arms around him, asking about his day

He lets out a yawn as one of your hands find its way to his hair

He begins to tell you about what happened to him at work today, but he soon realizes that your breathing has slowed and you aren’t listening anymore

He places a kiss to your jaw and makes himself comfortable

“I’ll just tell you in the morning.”

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes reactions #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines #xdh scenarios #ot6 #xdh fluff

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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Hi! It's me again, here's my request, I really hope you understand what I mean 💖

So I was thinking about something a bit angsty like they were in a relationship but break up for whatever reason you think about (but they still love each other), so one time Steven see a friend of the reader and he ask them about her, and the friend tells him that the reader it's not doing so great, and the reader see Donna (I don't know, but I just could think about her), and Donna tells her how bad Steven is doing and basically tells her that he loves her and they should come back together so he starts working properly again because he's not doing his job like before they broke up. So she goes to his apartment and doesn't find him (same for him who goes to her place and doesn't find her), but on the way home they find each other in the middle of the rain, and you can end it however you want, but with them together 💖

hii honey!! ugh I love this!! I had fun writing this but I must say, the ending is slight rushed, I do apologise. but thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also I just now realised I forgot to mention about steven talking to readers friend, but that happens like the same time reader is talking to donna, sorry

time apart

Steven Grant x f reader

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You and Steven had decided to split two weeks ago now. There was no anger, no animosity, no bitterness- just a purely mutual break which made it near-impossible to process. There were only a tiny collection of reasons behind the breakup- and in hindsight, all of them felt inconsequential and minuscule now.

You never fell out of love with Steven, so when you see segments of him in every direction you look, you can't help but feel your heart break just that bit more. No one ever really talks about how difficult it is to food shop after a breakup, how you seem to find everything that reminds you of them. How you'd see a packet of chocolates on the shelf -the ones your ex-lover favours- and how it would make you want to sob in the middle of the aisle, clutching the bag to your chest. Or how you'd see their favourite soup sitting in the reduced section, even how you had to resist the habit to fill the basket with their favourite snacks. Breaking routine was difficult, and it was not something you enjoyed.

Before finishing your quick shop for dinner items, you make your way over to the freezers, deciding to treat yourself to some ice cream until you spot someone familiar. You wanted to turn around, but they had already spotted you.

"Donna," you say with a fake smile, faux niceties as you walk closer. You weren't a fan of her, and you hated how mean she was to Steven, how she'd always pick on him.

"Hey, you," she wryly smiles- she forgot your name, but that didn't bother you. "I heard, sorry," she adds, an uncomfortable expression on her face.

"Yeah—"

She cuts you off. "While I have you here, I need to speak with you— it's about Steven... he's so miserable, and it's affecting his work— god, he's been such a mope lately, and it's bumming everyone out. Always gabbing on about how much he loves and misses you, blah blah nonsense," she trails off, avoiding your gaze as she looks at the pints of ice cream in front. "Look, you guys need to patch things up. I don't care what you do, just— god, Steven, he's getting on my nerves,"

"Yep, okay, thanks. Bye now, Donna," you force a smile, instantly turning on your heel to avoid her. You couldn't stand her, but what she said about Steven played over and over in your mind. It hurt your heart to know he was also struggling, but for your own selfish reasons, it made you feel slightly better, as if it was confirmation that he still cared.

After picking up some additional items, scanning and paying, you leave the shop, stepping out into the overcast with the canvas bag slung over your shoulder. You had an idea, maybe not your best one, but still, it was an idea. You wanted to see Steven. You told yourself the reason was to check up on him and see how he was doing, see if he was okay. After all, he is still your friend- well, that's what you said to make yourself feel better. And besides, it was en route home.

You get to Steven's flat building and buzz his intercom, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to answer- but he doesn't. The absence of the whiz-like noise hurts your ears, and you feel silly and foolish for acting on your impulses, yet you hang around an extra couple minutes for good measure- thinking too wishfully before you finally decide to write it off.

The overcast turns a few shades darker before eventually raining, so you seek refuge under a nearby bus stop shelter until the heavy shower subsides. Over the road, you hear a familiar voice apologising to some other pedestrian. Your gaze follows the direction of the sound, and you're met once again with Steven- your Steven, who was standing soaking wet with a bouquet of limp flowers in hand.

"Steven?" you earnestly smile, rushing over to his side of the road without a second thought.

He whispers your name, speaking as if he couldn't quite believe his eyes. "Oh my god— how—" he softly chuckles, looking over your sweet face, watching the rain droplets sit over your skin. "I— um," he lightly sighs, shaking his head like he was clearing a thought. "How are you? How you been?"

"Yeah, alright," you nod as you brush wet strands of hair behind your ear. "Just uh— missed you," you sadly smile, looking into his downhearted dark brown eyes. "Quite a lot," you quietly add.

"I've missed you," he smiles, his features softening. "These are for you," he says, extending the flowers to you. "I went over to yours," he pauses. "I went over to see you and give you these— sorry they look battered," he chuckles.

"You went to see me? I just went to see you," you grin. "But you also weren't in," softly laugh, playfully nudging his arm.

His gaze lowers to the floor, and a wide smile spreads across his lips. "We’re gonna catch a cold out here, want to come over mine— it's closer than it is to yours," he offers, speaking sweetly.

"If you don't mind," you smile, cutely shrugging your shoulders.

"No, of course not," he grins, lacing his hand into yours as he leads you across the street. "We can get some dinner? Only if you want to— I don't want to push you or anything," he stutters, his eyes darting over your face.

"I would love that." you smile, squeezing into his hand.

For the rest of the evening, you enjoyed your time together just like old times. You both showered and changed into pyjamas before cooking dinner using the ingredients you bought earlier. As you ate, you caught up, sharing stories of your time apart, reminiscing on the old and talking hopefully of the new. You wanted to give things another go, and luckily for you, Steven did too.

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janicho88 · 10 months

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When It All Falls Apart -Chapter 8

Pairing- Jensen x ex!Padalecki Reader

Word count- 2,736

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- I'm hoping the tags work this time, I typed them all out this time instead of copying them like the last two chapters. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Once you arrive back in Austin after the 4th of July family trip, you have some cleanup to do. There are now two trips worth of dirty clothes in your room, the car is a mess, and you should see what else you managed to collect in your suitcase. You spend the rest of Tuesday evening working on those things.

Wednesday morning, Gen and Jared leave for L.A. They have meetings out there with the studio for Walker today and tomorrow. A few last minute things have to be hammered out before filming begins two weeks from today.

When it’s time to get lunch for Tom, you go through the cupboards, but don’t find much that interests the two of you.

“Buddy, I think we might need a grocery store trip,” you tell him with a frown.

“Do we have to?” he whines.

“Unless you want to eat radishes for lunch.”

He shakes his head with such disgust you can’t help but laugh. After grabbing your purse, the two of you are off to the store. As you are pushing a cart down the first aisle, you pass the bakery section.

“That cake looks good, doesn’t?” you ask your nephew who is riding in the front of the cart.

He just nods his head. You pick it up and set it in the cart, along with some fruit that Gen isn’t growing in the garden, and a gallon of milk for Tom. Going down the snack aisle, Tom sees the boxes of goldfish crackers.

“Those are Unca Jensen’s favorites.”

You look at where he’s pointing, and a sad smile appears on your face. “You're right buddy, they are.”

“We should get some for when he comes over.”

“I don’t know if he’ll be over anytime soon though.”

“How come? I miss him.”

“I get that buddy, I really do.”

“Why don’t we see him anymore? I used to get to see you and him when you were workin’ like daddy.”

“He’s really busy right now.”

“Can we try and call him later?”

Looking at Tom giving you the dang puppy dog look he inherited from Jared, you find it very hard to say no. But, you know you aren’t going to be able to dial that number.

“I’m sorry buddy, but he can’t talk right now. Maybe he’ll be able to when your dad gets back.”

He looks like he might tear up, so you let him get the box of goldfish to give to Jensen the next time he sees him. Walking further down the aisle, you see a bag of cheddar popcorn, you throw that in the cart, then some pretzels. Passing by the freezers, a new tub of ice cream joins the party. Standing in the checkout, a few candy bars.

Loading the car, you realize you really didn’t get much in the way of actual food for Tom’s lunch. You stop and grab fried chicken and some mashed potatoes on the way home. There’s plenty to have leftovers for dinner too.

The next day, the two of you take a trip to the park. The pizza and ice cream you picked up on the way home was totally Tom’s idea, after you may have mentioned it to him. Back at the house, there is pizza, breadsticks, cheese fries, popcorn, pretzels, cake, Oreos, and some fresh baked cookies spread out on the table in front of the couch. Tom picks out Hercules and the two of you settle in to watch and pig out.

About halfway through the movie, you look over at your nephew still munching on popcorn. “Hey Tom, do me a favor and don’t tell your parents we ate all this. Okay?”

“Okay, Aunt Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

The movie is over and you are working on cleaning up all the food when the front door opens. You quickly get Tom behind you as you are slowly moving forward to get a peek at the entrance when your brother comes into sight.

“Hey gang!” He greets you both.

“Daddy!”

“Jare, I didn’t think you were coming back until later tonight.”

“The meetings went quicker than anticipated, and we found an earlier flight.”

“Great,” you tell him, slowly looking back over your shoulder.

Gen comes walking up behind you, having entered from the back and gone through the kitchen. “Did we have a party guys? There’s a lot of food here.”

“Guess what we had to eat?” Tom excitedly tells her everything he had the last two days.

“Really Tom? Thanks a lot buddy.”

“I only got one ice cream from the place, but Aunt Y/N, got two.”

“One was a drink.”

“It was ice cream.” Your nephew counters.

“I’m going to finish cleaning up.” You move back to the kitchen before anyone else can say a word.

Mess cleaned up, you are up in the bedroom laying on your bed with the bag of popcorn and the cookies when Gen knocks on the door.

“Hey,” you greet her.

“Hey, yourself. Can I join you?”

“Sure, it is your house after all.” You move to sit back against the headboard as she walks in.

She sits down beside you and grabs a cookie. “I don’t know if I should be worried that you are taking your nephew through this breakup binge with you, or mad that you didn’t ask the pregnant lady to join?”

“It’s not a binge, it’s nothing. Just some snacks.”

“It’s not you. The crazy baking and cooking. I saw all the food you cleaned up in the kitchen today. When Jay first left to shoot the movie and you started staying here, you did something like this for a few days. But it wasn’t to this extreme.”

“Gen, it’s…”

“Don’t tell me nothing. This breakup is hitting you harder than you want to admit. Honestly, I’m not sure you even realize it.”

She waits for you to say something, but you remain quiet.

“You haven’t gotten the rest of your stuff out of his place yet. I think a part of you is still trying to hold on. I know you were together a few years, but I don’t want to see this drag you down.”

“I didn’t want to tell mom we broke up, because that made it seem really real. So will cleaning my stuff out of his house. I still wake up some mornings and hope it was all just a nightmare, and I’ll call him up and he’ll tell me I was crazy for even dreaming that.”

“You tried to work it out, but decided ending things was the best option for you. The more you fight moving on, the more it’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t know why it’s hitting so hard. It's not like I saw him much the last few months anyways.”

“Yeah, but now you know you won’t be together when he comes back. It’s hard, but sweetie you need to move forward.”

You sit there a minute, “yeah I guess I do.”

Gen sits with you watching How to Lose a Guy and eating the snacks, until Tom calls her away. You know she’s right, but it’s hard to close this chapter of your life.

After dinner the next night, you ask Jared if he has a minute to talk.

“For you little sis, I might have two.”

“You’re hilarious, Jare.”

He takes a mock bow before sitting on the couch across from you.

“I need to get the last of my stuff from Jensen’s place, but I really don’t want to go alone. Do you think you could come over with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks.”

“And um, Tom was asking about calling him some time. I don’t think I can do that.”

“Understood. I can take care of that sometime.”

The next morning the two of you take your SUV and Jared’s truck over to Jensen’s. You have an empty suitcase and duffle bag with you, plus you think you have another bag at his place. Walking in the door, you pause and take a look around. Chances are this will be the last time you are here. It didn’t really feel like your place, but maybe you just never gave it a chance to.

“Want me to break some of his stuff while we’re here?” your brother asks, standing behind you.

“No, Jare. Behave.”

“Where do you want to start?”

“I don’t know. Maybe upstairs with my clothes.”

He follows you up to the master bedroom. As you get your clothes out he starts stuffing them into the suitcase. When he fills one, he takes it outside and loads it up. The bathroom things you have left here are next. Then there are your boxes sitting in the guest room. Since you never unpacked them, you don’t have to worry about repacking. Walking around the house you pick up a few things here and there that are yours. You water the houseplants as you move around. When you are fairly certain you have everything, you come meet Jared back in the living room.

Looking around the room, the case of the last DVD you watched together is still laying in front of the tv. You go over and pick it up, turning to Jared.

“I never thought him leaving for work would turn out like this.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

He doesn’t say anything, just comes over and gives you a hug.

“I’ll meet you outside okay?”

“Yep,” he responds, taking the last bag out with him.

Standing at the kitchen counter you remove Jensen’s house key from your keyring and set it with the garage remote on the counter. Looking around the house one more time, you whisper “bye Jens.”

Setting the alarm, you lock the bottom lock on the inside of the door, and use the keypad to lock the deadbolt outside. Jared pulls out of the drive first and with one more look behind you, you turn and follow him back to the house.

He helps you unload your things back at the house, some of the boxes stay in the garage, some of the bags need to go upstairs. That night you are thinking about what Gen said about moving on. Getting your things out of Jensen’s place was the first step. The next was going to be leaving your brother’s house. When you started spending a night here and there with them, it wasn’t meant to turn into living with them. You really should get out of their hair.

Monday morning you call a realtor and schedule a meeting for later that afternoon. When you go in you explain what you are looking for, and some of the areas around town you would be okay with moving to. Amy, who you will be working with, tells you she will put a list together and get back with you soon.

Gen asks that evening what kept you busy all day, you tell her you had some errands to run. You don’t want to mention moving out yet, slightly worried they would talk you out of it easily. Jensen and Jared might not be on the best of terms because of you right now, but there was no doubt in your mind they would get past it. Once again the two of them would be hanging out, you didn’t want to be here for that. You couldn’t be.

You were outside with Gen late Wednesday morning, when your phone went off. Amy was calling to let you know she had some places to show you. She told you to let her know when you were ready to look at them.

“Are you free this afternoon?” you ask.

“Let me check,” you catch her a little off guard at wanting to go out and look so quickly.

“I’ll be free after 2:30. I can meet you at the first place then?”

“That will work.”

She gives you the address before hanging up. The first place is the closest to Jared and Gen’s, Nalle Woods of Westlake apartments. They only have 2 bedroom units available right now, that doesn't matter too much to you though. The place just wasn’t you. Stopped at a red light on your way to the next location, you take a look around. The restaurant you and Jensen had your first Austin date at is just up ahead.

The second stop is a condo on Lennox Drive, but it requires a 12 month lease minimum. You aren’t sure if you want to commit to a place for that long right now. Leaving there you drive by Lady Bird Lake. You and Jensen had enjoyed going there and walking the trails.

The Ridgeview apartments you looked at next were nice, but they didn’t come furnished. Since you had sold your furniture before moving you would need to start all over again there.

Signs for the Austin Zoo catch your eye on the drive to the next place. It brings back memories of the time you and Jensen took your nephews and niece there for a day.

Turning on the radio to distract yourself you leave the station on Prime Country when you hear Garth singing. The next single bedroom apartment is newly listed, you have hope it will work out. The drive takes you past Peter Pan Mini Golf, where you have had a few date nights. This apartment you stop at is another unfurnished one, and the more you have seen today tells you that isn’t what you want right now.

The last place you check out is an apartment building on Congress Ave. You can lease these apartments for as short as a month. That seems more like you are looking for right now. They come fully furnished, even having housewares and linens. There is a pool, gym and laundry room for tenants to use. The downside is they are a little cramped, but if it’s just you what’s the problem?

You thank Amy for her time and let her know you need to think some things over but would get back to her soon. Leaving the last apartment, you drive over the Congress Avenue bridge. Jensen had brought you out here one night to see the bats, and you had been freaked out at first as they all flew out.

So much of this town just screams Jensen to you, it is going to make your fresh start a little hard. Apparently, the radio agrees with you, LeeAnn Womack comes on singing, “Little Past Little Rock.”

“I had to leave my life in Dallas

That town will always be you

In every crowd, on every corner,

Every face I'd see you

So with nothing more than a tank of gas

I drove away without looking back…”

“I know exactly how you feel LeeAnn. He’s everywhere here. I’ll even have to drive by his house every time I go to Jared and Gen’s.”

“Don't know where I'll go

Or what I'll do

I'm a little past Little Rock,

But a long way from over you

These headlights on the highway

Disappear into the dark

And if I could have it my way

I'd go back to where you are…”

“I’d just like to go back in time, maybe I could have changed my schedule and gone with him. Maybe then things would have worked out differently.”

“Too late to change my mind

I've got to keep my heart out of this

And both hands on the wheel

I'm learning more with every mile

Just how leaving feels

It's a lonely stretch of blacktop

Out into the blue

Don't know where I'll go

Or what I'll do

I'm a little past Little Rock,

But a long way from over you…”

“Austin just might be my Dallas. He’s the main reason I came here. Maybe I should be leaving here and heading back to L.A. It wouldn’t be the first time I lived away from my family. It would be a clean start.”

As you pull back in the driveway at your brother’s place, you are thinking more and more that getting out of town is going to be the way to go. You can’t right away because of Walker, but maybe you could see about them reducing your role in the future. Today has given you a few things to think about.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 9

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the-wiggler · 25 days

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If I could stay here, under your idle caress

Ellis tries to cook and plan fails successfully?

word count: 2.2k

“My love?” A tentative voice calls into the dark room, curtains drawn. What little light filters through, Ellis can see the mountains of clothes on the floor, the layer of dust and the empty cups covering the room. On the bed in the corner, a mound under the heavy blanket shifts minutely, and their heart aches. “Oh, my Gem,” They coo, sitting on the side of the bed, slowly peeling back the blanket to reveal a sallow face, tired and weighed down, smooshed against the pillow. Ellis leans over and presses a soft kiss to their cheek, a hollow stare darting to them in vague recognition, “How are you, my dear?”

They groan, shifting to bury their head in Ellis’s middle, quietly inhaling their scent. Their hand moves instinctively to stroke Gem’s hair, grounding repetitive motions as they sit in silence for a few minutes before Ellis breaks it, “Are you hungry? Think you can stomach some food?”

They go to shake their head, instinctively wanting to remain in their bed despite their aching back and stiff legs. Then they register the slow acidic burn spread from their core and absently wonders when they last had a proper meal. “Yeah-could gof’r something.” Stringing together words with what little threads of energy they could muster, their voice hoarse from disuse.

“Ok,” Ellis smiles, one last comforting stroke of their hair before they pull away, “I’ll get you something to eat, you try your best to get out of bed, ok?” They stand and go to pull the blackout curtains open, revealing a second set of thick daytime curtains, and illuminating the room in a soft light. Reaching behind the curtains, they push open the windows, letting the soft breeze and the noises of traffic below waft in. “Take your time, Gem. I’ll be just outside.” They press a gentle kiss on Gem’s forehead before they leave, and Gem misses them already.

Outside, Ellis wracks their brain thinking what Gem could eat. They remembered the stacks of snack wrappers on the table and an idea flutters into their head, perhaps they could cook something? Sure, their cooking left much to be desired, but Gem had been giving them lessons (though they often ended up making out on the countertops instead). Their cooking “lessons” meant that Ellis could now, under supervision, make scrambled eggs, grilled cheese and pasta. And heat up soup.

But their Gem deserved a good, warm, fresh meal, and though they had only “helped” Gem out in the kitchen, Ellis was confident they could handle this. They crack open Gem’s laptop, typing in their password (Ellis’s birthday), and pull up the recipe from a bookmark folder called “Cooking for Ellis”.

‘The perfect food for when I’m feeling sick, Oyakodon is a classic comfort food of Japanese home cooking. Simple, delicious, and utterly comforting, this is the kind of one-bowl meal you can cook in less than 30 minutes!’ The chipper description of this Japanese chicken and egg rice bowl had caught Ellis’s eye. Perfect.

Firstly, the chicken. They rummage through the freezer until they grasped a small container of already-chopped chicken thigh. But it was still frozen, and Ellis didn’t have the time to sit around waiting for it to defrost.

They sighed, cracking open the frozen block of meat and hacking away at it with a spoon until they had what they figured was a big enough portion for Gem to eat. Then, they slapped that in the microwave, doused it in sake, and let it sit, feeling very proud of themself. Off to a very positive note.

Next, the onions. They carefully chopped off the ends of the onions, peeling off the crinkly skin and sliding them off to one side of the cutting board. Then they slice the onion in half, feeling the tears prick their eyes and their vision blur.

A sudden strong gust of wind sends the loose onion skin flying off the counter like leaves in the sky. Ellis curses silently, eyes burning, and rushes to chase after the onion skin now scattered across the kitchen floor. When they finally collected the bits and deposited them into the bin, the tears in their eyes had yet to subside.

Frustrated, they rub their eyes, forgetting the onion residue still on their hands. As their pain suddenly escalated, they cursed silently, blindly grasping around to find the sink and turn on the tap. Quietly panicking to avoid alerting their partner, Ellis rushes to wash their hands with soap and rinse their eyes, tears running down their face.

Once they had finally cleared the sulfuric acid from their eyes, they found their vision blurred and their nose running. They glance, a bit despondent, at the remaining onion and curse it out quietly. Through tears and sniffles, they finally cut the onion into slices Gem once termed ‘Julienne’. This time, they make sure to thoroughly wash their hands before scrubbing at their face.

With a renewed sense of enthusiasm, they gaze proudly at the now conquered pile of onions on the chopping board. Despite this minor hiccup, Ellis felt ever optimistic, grabbing a bowl and mixing the liquid seasonings.

Now, to start the cooking process. Ellis confidently opened the cupboard where Gem kept all their pots and pans. Having lived alone for so long, Gem only had two pans: a larger one for bigger meals when hosting guests, and a smaller one for personal use. Ellis frowned.

The recipe said one small pan should be enough, but…Ellis sent a distrustful look at the accursed mountain of unevenly cut onion pieces and decided to err on the side of caution. They grabbed the larger pan, dumping the onion and seasonings into it.

The seasoning…barely covered the bottom of the pan, let alone the onions.

A quick reference back to the recipe…and…yep, the seasonings should cover the onions. They inwardly grumbled at the idea of having yet another thing to wash and grabbed the smaller pan, pouring the sauce into it. Ellis watched as the liquid in the pan rose and rose until it reached the brim of the pan, forming the meniscus. Ok..too little for the big pan but too much for the smaller pan.

Great.

They pour the rest of the sauce down the drain, lamenting the wasted food. They move to dump the onions into the sauce, forgetting completely the rule of displacement. As the onions tumbled into the pan, the sauce flooded over the edge, forming a small pool around it. Ellis fights the urge to collapse into a heap on the ground and instead carefully lifts the already full pan up, spilling more sauce. They messily clean up the majority of the mess; the rest could be cleared up after they deliver this absolute guarantee of a good meal to their partner.

Having lost a decent chunk of motivation (and seasoning) that they started with, Ellis turns on the stove, waiting for the sauce to come to a simmer. placing a lid over the pan and turning their attention to the mountain of dishes in the sink.

They quietly hummed a song that reminded them of Gem, mind wandering to thoughts of the bright starry eyes of their partner as Ellis served them the perfect Oyakodon. It wasn’t that Ellis was doing this for the thank-you kisses they might receive…but they would be amiss if they said it wasn’t something of a motive.

So lost in thought was Ellis that they completely forgot about the simmering, bubbling, and now boiling pan of sauce and onions just a few feet from them. It wasn’t until the metallic rattling of the lid against the pan did Ellis snap out of their daydreams and worriedly glanced over.

The sauce had bubbled out of the pan, adding to the already large puddle. It was currently dripping over the counter down onto the drawers below, no doubt seeping into the cutlery and crockery that Gem kept there. Completely forgetting about the running tap, they grabbed a cloth and went to wipe at the angry mess on the stove, the hot liquid quickly seeping through the cloth and shooting through Ellis’s hands, making them curse loudly.

The word rang out in the emptiness of the cosy apartment Gem had and they vaguely heard the soft padding of feet approach them before a quiet voice called out. “Ellis? Is- “Yes, my dear,” They quickly interrupt, rushing to intercept their partner at their bedroom door, “Are you feeling well enough to be up? Perhaps you should take a shower, Gem, freshen up.” They clutched their throbbing hand behind their back, chuckling nervously.

Gem casts a confused look at Ellis. Their eyes dart from the sweat dripping down Ellis’s forehead to the panicked look in their bloodshot eyes and the hand they were not very inconspicuously hiding. They begin taking hesitant steps towards the kitchen despite Ellis’s weak assurances.

“No- don’t gaze upon my shame, please, I’m begging!” They joke weakly as Gem reaches the kitchen, but it was too late. Gem could only stare in silence as Ellis stood behind them, sheepish and awkward morphing into an overwhelming amount of guilt. The last thing Gem needed right now was more things to worry about, to shoulder Ellis’s burdens along with their own.

“I-I’m sorry, Gem. I know this is the last thing you need; more things to do.” They sigh, “Look, take a shower, and I promise, once you get out, the mess will be gone. I’ll call up your favourite pizza place, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Ellis tried to redirect their attention away from the mess, hoping to coax Gem away from the mess they had made.

“Ellis-I-What…what were you trying to cook?” They whisper, a layer of incredulity concealed under genuine curiosity, their eyes fixated on the angrily rattling pan.

“Well- I was trying to make an Oyakodon, you know, the one you had saved in your laptop?” Their partner nods wordlessly, “But clearly, I seemed to have overestimated my cooking abilities and I…oh. I forgot to make the rice.” They wring their hands together, watching their partner out the corner of their eye, waiting for the outburst.

After a quiet sigh that seemed to pierce Ellis, Gem moves into the kitchen, slides the pan off the hot surface of the stove and carefully turns the stove off, leaving the liquid to cool. They turn off the running tap before grabbing another, not soaking wet, cloth and carefully lifting the hot pan lid, wincing at the burnt onions and billow of smoke that angrily escapes its confines. They deposit the pan in the sink and grab a bowl, filling it with ice and cold water and gently guiding Ellis’s throbbing hand into it.

“Gem I- “Rest.” They quietly order, silencing any meek protests on the edge of Ellis’s tongue. They resign to sit at the dining table, hand submerged in the icey water. Silently, they watch Gem move through the kitchen cleaning up the mess, chewing on their lip nervously.

Gem was always more on the quiet side, opting to save their energy for acts of service that made Ellis want to smother them in kisses. They talked in quiet smiles and averted gazes, a quiet language that Ellis had slowly become a well-learned expert in. But on days where they could barely manage to leave their bed, they resorted to one-word responses, sometimes just a vague nod, even.

Ellis could tell, in Gem’s tense shoulders, that their disappointment was palpable- tired and exhausted, they still had to clean up after Ellis’s mess. Ellis had meant well, they didn’t doubt that Gem understood that, that they had only intended to provide a warm meal that Gem loved, but intentions meant little when the outcome directly contradicted it.

“I really am sorry, my Gem. I…never intended to make more work for you.” They sigh, watching their partner move through the kitchen as they were stuck in the chair. They sighed, “But I did. Regardless of my intention, I…I made a right mess of things, and I can’t express my apologies enough.” They suddenly felt silly for ever thinking they could somehow whip up a meal when they could barely scramble an egg without burning something (or someone).

A rub on Ellis’s cheek drags them out of their inner criticisms. A hand cupped their cheek gently, and they gazed up from where they were seated to stare at Gem’s eyes. In turn, Ellis turns their head to lay a gentle kiss on the palm of Gem’s hand.

“You did,” They state matter-of-factly, quiet voice barely reaching Ellis’s ears. “But it’s not all bad. You managed to get me out of bed, didn’t you?”

Ellis blinks slowly, then laughs, surprised. “I…hadn’t even noticed. I suppose it is a silver lining in all of this.” They place an unburnt hand over Gem’s waist, pulling them in and resting their head on their partner's stomach. “You really are too kind to me, my Gem.”

“Nonsense.”

#reverie audios #ellis reverie audios #silly writing stuff: reverie edition #my humble offerings #yapping about ellis #the way this had been FERMENTING in my google docs bc I'm too busy fishing in stardew

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Reassembly 5

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(What the frick is the bat guy about???)

They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.

Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.

The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.

‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’

Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.

The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary.

“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”

“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”

“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.

They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.

Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.

He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him.

He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”

Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”

He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances.

“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”

Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.

Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized.

Oh thank Thor, he bought it.

The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.

…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.

“Smile!”

Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”

“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy!

Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”

Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”

Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”

Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.

“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.

“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.

Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.

‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.

Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”

Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”

He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.

It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.

At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.

He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.

He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?

He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.

‘I can’t go back there.’

Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.

He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information.

Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.

But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of.

He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.

"Is everything alright?"

Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said.

The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for."

Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!"

Her face lit up. "Are you applying?"

"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship."

She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”

Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”

She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”

“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to.

“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already.

“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”

“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky.

The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”

“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.

She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”

Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”

The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”

He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.

#red reassembly #marvel dc crossover #kon el kent #peter parker #dark matter inspired

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jjtheresidentbaby · 11 months

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Little!Jj & Caregiver!Hotchniss living together hcs

tags : autistic!jj, mentions of her mother/childhood being bad, sensory issues

notes: I feel like I haven’t talked about them in agessssss so take this long ramble | tagging @blackbirdsaltzman for their reply <3

Their house is actually a decent size and has a pretty big backyard, they bought something away from the road so they’d have all the privacy they could need

This means Hotch definitely buys a blow up pool for Jj to splash around in and Emily to dip her feet in

Jj loves the water. Baths, pools, ponds, oceans, she’d spend hours upon hours in it all if she could

It leads to a lot of summer days in the backyard where Emily’s reapplying sunblock every fifteen minutes, she sets a timer, and Hotch is making sure that Jj & Em stay hydrated in the sun

But there are times where Jj’s sensory issues kick in and she doesn’t want anything to do with the heat

They keep the Ac pretty high in the house anyways but sometimes Emily will crank it if Jj’s really uncomfortable

When Jj’s home and doesn’t have to worry about being professional she loves to stim

She has quite a few vocal ones — humming, clicking her tongue, echoing things she hears on the Tv, popping her lips

They can get pretty loud at times but Emily and Hotch have become accustomed to it so they don’t mind

She also has some other stims — flapping her hands is a big one, spinning around and bouncing on her feet are also common

The one she does the most is rocking. It could be as they sit on the couch, when she’s standing, really any space that’ll allow her to move side to side or back and forth

When she’s regressed to a younger headspace Emily and Hotch will hold her on their hip and rock in place with her to calm her down

Overall she’s not a very fussy little, but there’s certain things that get tricky

She hates the taste of peppermint so Hotch bought a tube of kids toothpaste and she uses that, Emily is usually the one actually brushing her teeth

Brushing her teeth isn’t really the issue, it’s more the action of doing it. She struggles to get to all her teeth when she’s regressed

And when she’s big she’d rather just have Prentiss do it for her anyways. She also uses a kids toothbrush as the bristles are softer and are less likely to scratch her gums - which is sensory hell for Jj

Most food she eats is also kid food, she has a sensitive stomach anyways so plain food that her caregivers prepare is always preferred to anything bought

Hotch makes little bags of trail mix for Jj, it isnt a traditional trail mix by any means but it has the things Jj likes

Emily does most of the cooking in the house and will make a separate portion without all the seasoning for Jj, she also keeps premade meals in the freezer incase they try something new and Jj doesn’t like it

Both caregivers are very understanding when it comes to Jj’s issues with food and always have snacks on hand to accommodate

They buy kids plates, utensils and cups too

There are nice “adult” plates and silverware but it stays tucked in a cabinet with a child lock unless someone is coming over for dinner

Emily and Hotch get very protective about who comes over to the house, it’s a safe space for all three of them and is very obviously catered to their caregiver & little lifestyle so having someone random in the house is avoided at all costs

Of course the team is welcomed but Jj likes to clean up before they come over

She’ll go around and hide toys, pacifiers, bottles, etc. as she still gets insecure about her regression

Hotch and Emily both do their best to assure Jj that it’s okay and that the team knows but she insists on hiding her more “baby” items in fear of judgement

Jjs mother is not allowed at the house under any circumstances.

Hotch and Emily found out pretty quickly that her mother only ever causes Jj stress and upsets her, just the idea of her at the house is enough to send all three of them spiraling

Jj doesn’t talk much about her childhood in general but when she’s regressed she absolutely refuses

She’ll shutdown at even the mention of it

When she does get upset she gets very quiet and can go non-verbal, she’ll mostly communicate through humming/pointing and occasionally writing things down

Her ears get sensitive at times so there’s pairs of sound proof headphones scattered around the house

Emily and Hotch have bought all the types. From ear plugs to industrial headphones

Jj cycles through them all depending on how bad her sensory issues are

A lot of the time she’ll have ear plugs that block out background noise in, they aren’t noticeable and she’s still able to listen to the Tv or to Hotch & Emily talk

There are rare times where Jj doesn’t want to hear anything at all, that’s where the industrial headphones come in

It had started with Hotch & Emily noticing that Jj would plug her ears with her fingers and eventually grew to their extensive headphone collection

She likes to build forts and curl up in them with Hotch or Em

Most times it’s Hotch pulled down with her while they make Emily guess a password (spoiler alert she never gets it right)

Jj climbs into Emily & Hotchs bed in the morning almost every morning, assuming she didn’t sleep in-between them

She always brings at least one stuffie with her and makes sure Emily & Hotch both say good morning to it

There’s many pictures on Hotchs phone of Emily and Jj in these moments, curled up together, in the midst of laughing, Aaron loves the early morning time they all get together

Emily’s phone is filled with mid-day pictures from the places they go and activities they do, Hotch takes pictures of this too but not nearly as many as Prentiss

Technically Jj takes pictures too but most are blurry or of her and Emily making faces at Hotch while he’s turned around (he always knows)

#criminal minds agere #little!jj #caregiver!emily #caregiver!hotch #jj x emily x hotch #hotch x emily #autistic jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #jj headcanons #jj moodboards

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lavenderbexlatte · 7 months

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day 24: food play

nct/wayv 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Xiao Dejun NSFW

🖤 warnings: my ridiculous passionate undying love for xiaojun, not letting ur puppy watch u get down n dirty, improper use of ice cream bars 🖤

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"What the hell are you doing?"

He's completely frozen like you caught him committing a petty crime, like a dog with its head in the cupboard.

That's not too far off, actually, because Bella is right behind him, beagle tail wagging as she expects a bite of whatever her dad is trying to find. In the freezer, though. Not the cupboard.

"Nothing," Dejun answers.

Really, you're not shook about the snack. He can eat what he wants, when he wants. You're just wondering why this is happening at nearly three in the morning. The witching hour, man. Middle of the night. Making suspicious noises in the dark, dark kitchen.

"I heard a noise, I thought Bella was breaking something," you say, squinting even in the dim light of the freezer.

He relaxes. "Oh. No. Just me."

Just him. No dog messes to clean up, which is a huge relief. You're sleepy as hell.

"Then eat your whatever and come back to bed," you say.

"Wait."

"What?"

"You wanna try this?"

You really want to bury yourself back under the covers, and pass out for the remaining few hours until you need to get up for work, but you're only human. Your ability to resist your most favorite boy, with his messy middle-of-the-night hair, still rifling through the fridge, is extremely low. Basically nonexistent. If he's having fun, you want to be there.

He's just so excited. Tail wagging, basically.

It's three in the morning.

You sigh. "What is it?"

He brightens. You swear you can see the fine, sparkly glitter cascading off him, like a cartoon character at peak power. See, this is the energy you can't resist.

"I found these Oreo ice cream things," he says.

Of course, they're Oreo.

After the second or third time Ten roasted him for making shitty desserts in the microwave, Dejun made it his personal mission to find the best store-bought Oreo flavored snacks and desserts. Cookies and cream flavored confections are included, you've been told, but on thin fucking ice.

The best one needs to be found, and he's gonna be the one to find it.

"They're good. I ate one on the way home," he tells you.

"How many did you get?"

The heavy plastic shopping bag that comes out of the freezer is all the answer you need.

"A few," he says, diplomatically.

"More than five?"

"No comment."

"More than twenty?"

He grins. "No."

"Then we're fine," you decide.

"Do you want one?"

"Sure."

Dejun hands you a flimsy blue packet emblazoned with the Oreo logo. Looks pretty good, at least.

You open it up and take a bite. Yeah, pretty good. Nice.

In stark, pitiful contrast, Dejun opens his own ice cream, bites off the end, and immediately drops a big chunk of black chocolate coating onto his white tee.

"Fuck."

"Clumsy," you say, fondly.

It stains, because of course it does. You watch his panic build, as you lean down and retrieve the piece of chocolate so that Bella doesn't get to it. He darts for the sink, and he scrubs at the dark spot with some water, but it doesn't budge.

"It'll come out," you tell him.

"Still," he grumbles.

He strips off the shirt, while you watch with pointed interest. You get to see him naked a lot, but hey, sue you. You enjoy it every time.

The shirt gets yeeted, and the ice cream melts down his hand.

"Careful," you warn.

But the vanilla bar melts down his hand, down his arm, and as he raises the bar up, panicky, to try and fix it, the trail of white drips onto his abs.

He's gotten skinny-guy jacked, lately, and the melted dessert falls enticingly into the little ridges between his abs. He just stares down at it, annoyed.

You, on the other hand, are getting an idea.

"Hey," you say.

He glances up. "Yeah?"

You grab hold of his wrist, and push the softened half-eaten ice cream bar into his chest. He yelps. Which, yeah. It's still cold and the texture is weird. But still...

"Jeez!" he yelps louder.

"Let me just-"

It's three in the morning. It's not your fault.

You lean in, take hold of his thin, broad shoulder, and you lick a stripe up his chest. The ice cream is sweet and cool, and the warm smoothness of his skin underneath is a strange thrill. You just kind of vibe with it for a second. You go in to lick him again, this time, sweeping over a nipple.

"Oh-KAY!" he says, stumbling back a step. "Okay! Wow!"

Poor guy is flushed and wild-eyed. He glances down at his dog, who's just watching, like she wants to go next.

"Sorry, should have asked," you say, shameless.

Dejun looks down at his chest, at the flecks of ice cream and the clean trails you've left behind. You're looking a little lower, at the very sudden interested shape in the front of his pajama pants. Incredible. Your impromptu plan worked like a charm.

What he says, when he finally speaks, is, "Not in front of the puppy."

Bella gets locked out of the bedroom, but one of the ice cream bars gets to come in.

Another one, a fresh one. It's melting, but that's kind of the point.

"You're super weird," he tells you.

"I'm exciting," you correct him.

Clothes are lost, the tingling arousal you'd already been feeling from putting your mouth all over him rising with every inch of skin revealed. Dejun still seems flustered, but he's a cocky bastard. You can see his stupid rizz coming in strong.

You're eager to rip open the next ice cream. Clasped in the excited warmth of you hand, it's mostly melted, squishy in the package. You liked doing it more than you thought, the first time. What was mostly impulse turned into something that you can't wait to try again.

But you don't get to do that, because Dejun snatches the ice cream away.

"Hey, what - oh!"

The dude isn't the tallest, not the biggest, but he's got the motivation and the audacity. He pushes you right onto the bed and crawls on top of you. He sits on your thighs, pinning you in place pretty effectively. You could probably get him off you, if you wanted, but why would you want to?

"This is revenge," he says, dramatic, per usual.

"Do it."

Melted ice cream is fucking cold.

It's cold, but it feels...nice. You're squirming under Dejun as he rips the packet with his teeth and drips the melty vanilla ice cream down your torso. Careful, so that it doesn't run down your sides and stain the sheets.

There's something extra obscene about the color, you muse, as you take in the little shapes he's drawing on you.

"You know what," he says, peering down at your messy chest and stomach. "I get it."

The cold was interesting, but the warmth is even more thrilling.

Dejun's careful tongue, tracing the lines he drew, warm against the chill on your skin. His teeth, as he nips at the thin skin over your ribs, a slow drag over your sternum.

His eyes have fluttered shut. His hand is splayed over your torso, long pretty fingers.

"Jun," you say, serious.

"Mm?"

He's not really listening. He glances at you, and then he adjusts the angle of his head just a little bit, calculated, so that you can see the very best of his sharp jaw, his long lashes.

Fucker. He knows how pretty he is, and he's weaponizing it.

"Jun," you repeat.

"Yes?"

"Does this get to be on your Oreo dessert tier list?"

Now, that one makes him sit all the way up again, face thoughtful. He still has the ice cream wrapper clutched in one hand, and he straightens up on top of you as he rips open the package all the way and takes out a piece of the chocolate coating. He eats it.

"I dunno," he says. "I think we need more research."

You wriggle again, the tacky feeling on your skin starting to get weird. "More research?"

"Yeah. I mean. For example. Is that the tastiest thing in the room?"

His smile is so stupid. Can't even sell an innuendo without cracking up.

"Let's find out."

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