#i found my little comfy position and i have my laptop in my lap so 🫣

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BTS Reaction to Cock Warming NSFW

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BTS reaction to trying cockwarming (M) 18+ NSFW

Warnings: cockwarming (duh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, a little oral?, over stim, dom!tae (oops), squirting, kind of subby JK if you squint. 

A/N: This was self-indulgent. I’m a slut for cockwarming and I can never find enough of it. If you have recommendations send them my way. 🥵🥵🥵 Some of these got long (all of them?) and some were really soft and others were…. Not at all hehe. I enjoyed writing Hoseok and Jimin for the first time, both in very different ways!

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Seokjin would probably be unsure at first, but would be willing to try it if it made you happy. He would want to do it at night when you were both tired and cuddling to fall asleep. He would want you to slowly jack him off to get him hard and would probably whine when you stopped, missing the warmth of your hand, but that’s not the point tonight! You would wear only panties to bed, and he would be naked, as per usual. He would turn you both on your sides so he was spooning you from behind and slide your panties to the side so he could slowly finger you until he felt you were wet enough for him to slip in. You would both gasp at the feeling of his thick cock entering you with little preparation, and he would probably have a hard time staying still. A few minutes would go by of you both adjusting your bodies slightly to find a comfortable position to sleep in, letting out soft moans at the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you.

Eventually you would fall asleep, loving the feeling of Seokjin’s warm length filling you up. Sometime throughout the night, Jin would wake up and wouldn’t be able to take the feeling of your walls around him anymore. “YN?” He would try to rouse you gently, “Love?” His whispers sounded strained as you opened one eye, worrying something was wrong, until you felt his member twitch in your dripping pussy. You let out a moan at the movement.

“Mmm,” Seokjin mumbled, slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, fucking into you slowly, “I can’t take it anymore YN, I have to fuck you.” 

Yoongi was working on something in his studio, distracted by whatever was on his screen. You sat behind him on his small leather couch, enjoying his presence, as you worked on your own laptop. You had been horny all day and had been waiting for him to finish for the last few hours. You were starting to get frustrated, in more ways than one, and decided to do something about it.

“Yoongi,” you whined in a sweet voice, getting up from your spot on the couch and circling his chair. You trailed your fingertips over the back of his exposed neck, bringing goose bumps to the surface of his skin. “Baby,” you whined again, this time catching his attention.

“What’s the matter babe?” He gave you a bored look, lips pursed into that straight smile he liked to give you. You smiled sweetly at him. Making sure there were no wires or cords around you, you swung one leg over his lap and straddled him in his chair. Without missing a beat, he leaned back in the chair causing it to bounce backward with the weight and brought both hands up to rest on your hips. He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

“I want you,” you whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait any longer, I’ve been wet all day.” The whine in your voice was apparent and it made Yoongi chuckle a bit. 

“Dirty girl,” he mumbled, running his hands along your thighs and ass, “just a little longer baby, I promise.”

“Yoongi,” you drew out his name, pulling back to pout at him, making him laugh again, “can I just sit on it? I won't even move, I promise I’ll let you finish.”

His laugh got caught in his throat as he let out a short cough, trying to process what you just said. “Like - like cockwarming?”

“Sure, if that’s what it takes to get you inside me.”

Yoongi looked unsure for a second, before desire flashed in his eyes. Removing one hand from your hips he slid his grey sweats and boxers down a bit, letting his semi-hard length spring out. Your pussy was drooling at the sight of it. “Pants off baby,” he said.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You stood up and unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties off at the same time. Excitement was bubbling in your stomach at the thought of finally getting to feel him. You tossed your clothes on the couch and by the time you were standing in front of him again he was languidly jerking his now fully hard member. You immediately sank to your knees and licked a stripe up his length from the base to the tip. “YN,” he groaned, head falling back against the chair, “you’re distracting me.”

You smirked and stood back up, straddling him again, one leg on either side of his body. Yoongi held his dick against your entrance as you slowly sank down onto him. Once he was fully sheathed in your warmth, you leaned on his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he mumbled into your hair as he sat forward in his chair to better reach his computer. You moaned at the feeling of his cock moving inside you, but stayed still like you promised. “If you’re a good girl and stay there til I’m finished, maybe I’ll let you cum on this cock.”

Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was a freak, to put it lightly. He was always up for experimenting in the bedroom. You were usually the more timid one of the two of you. That’s why it took him by surprise when you shyly brought up cockwarming during dinner one night. That was a week ago. Now, you both had the day off tomorrow and Hoseok invited you over to stay the night at his place. You both knew tonight you were going to give cockwarming a try and to say you were both excited was a huge understatement. 

Hoseok had picked out a few movies to watch and brought blankets and pillows out to the living room to get cozy. After you had finished your takeout for dinner, you changed into panties and a large t-shirt, Hoseok changing into basketball shorts for easy access.

Once the movie was on, Hoseok situated you so you were both laying on your side, him behind you against the back of the couch. Both your heads were resting on a pile of pillows, a large fluffy blanket draped over the top of you both. You were incredibly comfy and could definitely fall asleep like this.

Throughout the first movie, Hoseok was warming you up by licking and nibbling at your neck and ear, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your clit through your panties. It was slow, almost like a massage, definitely not to get you off, but to make you soaking wet and ready for his cock.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, voice low and hoarse from not using his voice for a while. 

You nodded your head, turning back slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He smiled down at you and moved your panties to the side, slipping two fingers into your glistening cunt. “God baby, you’re dripping all over my hand,” his dirty words only made you grow wetter. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers scissoring you open, prepping you for his cock. Once he felt you were ready, he slipped his shorts down and brought the tip of his dick to your entrance, gathering up your slick for an easy slide. He slid inside you with a practiced ease, both of you groaning at the feeling. He wasn’t lying, you were really wet. You didn’t think this would turn you on this much.

“Good?” He whispered into your ear. The sweetness in his voice contrasting his lewd actions. 

You nodded again, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping. He was filling you up so well, the feeling of his throbbing cock almost too much for you. You both went back to watching the movie, but neither of you could really focus on the screen, relishing in eachother’s warmth. 

Halfway through the second movie, Hoseok’s hands started to wander, one of them resting on your bare thigh. He was drawing small circles on the skin, heightening your pleasure even more. He adjusted his body slightly behind you and a whine involuntarily slipped out of your mouth. “Yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as the hand on your thigh snaked around your front and dipped into your panties, pointer finger immediately finding your incredibly swollen clit, “Damn baby, did having my cock in you turn you on this much?” 

You nodded, face flushing at his dirty words. “It’s ok,” he kissed your cheek sweetly when his words were anything but, “I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy til you’re screaming.”

He kept his promise that night, that’s for sure.

You and Namjoon had amazing sexual chemistry, it’s one of the reasons your relationship worked so well. You were both open to trying new things and you hardly ever found a kink of the others that you didn’t enjoy. You just meshed well together. So when you asked Namjoon if he would want to try cockwarming he was totally onboard. You had just finished a romp in the sheets and were cuddling in your shared bed, about to fall asleep when you brought it up.

“You want me to just, put it in? And leave it there?” He wasn’t judging, just honestly curious, ready to please you.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s cockwarming,” you giggled, straddling his lap, cock already standing at attention again, “we can just like, lay here I guess?” To be honest, you weren’t sure how you were going to feel about it, but you wanted to at least try it. 

“Ok, are you sore? Do you need me to prep you?” You rolled your eyes, though you very much appreciated the kind nature of your boyfriend.

“I’m fine Joonie,” you murmured as you leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, “love you.”

“I love you too baby,” he smiled that beautiful dimpled smile you love so much. You smiled at him sweetly as you reached your hand down between your bodies and grabbed his thick length. Namjoon had one of the biggest dicks you’ve ever seen and this man knew how to use it. Just thinking about it made you wet. You lined him up with your entrance and teased your clit a few times with the tip, pulling a low groan from his lips. You smirked as you sank down on his length slowly, relishing in the way he stretched your tight walls. 

“Mmm,” you moaned, sitting straight up, speared on Namjoon’s cock. 

“Now what?” Your sweet boyfriend asked as you leaned down to rest on his firm chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

“This is it,” you said, pecking his cheeks and forehead, “we can fall asleep like this.”

“Fall asleep?” You chuckled at the wide eyed expression he was giving you, “I don’t think I can last more than 10 minutes like this.” He brought one hand up to push his still sweaty hair off his forehead. 

“Just relax, baby,” you soothed, right in his ear. Your breath was was tickling his ear and it was taking all of his restraint to keep from fucking up into your heat. You placed light kisses right behind his ear and down his neck, loving the soft mewls coming from his mouth. You knew what you were doing was teasing him, but you wanted to drive him crazy. This was no longer about cockwarming for you. The moment he entered you, you knew neither of you would last. 

He growled lowly and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large hands. “I can’t hold back anymore baby,” you pulled back from his neck to look at him as he pulled back from your clenching pussy and slammed his hips back up into you, “Want me to fill you up again?”

Jimin, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, was actually the one to bring up cockwarming. He had a long day at work, exhausted from all the extra work his boss asked of him today. When he got home he asked if you would take a bath with him, something the two of you did occasionally to relax. You agreed without hesitation, wanting to help Jimin calm down and unwind.

You filled up the tub and added in his favorite bath bomb that smelled like roses and even had some pieces of dried rose petals in it. The water was a pretty pink color when you poured in some champagne scented bubbles, your favorite. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed two big, white fluffy towels and deposited them on the closed toilet seat, awaiting the two of you for after your bath.

“Jimin!” You called downstairs, “Bath is ready!”

“Coming!” You heard him yell. You heard some shuffling in the kitchen and the clink of a dish being set in the stainless steel sink. You quickly undressed yourself, tossing your clothes in the laundry hamper just as Jimin walked in, eyeing your body. He looked tired, but you could still see the lust in his eyes at the sight of your nakedness. “You look incredible, baby,” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around your middle and smiled down at you, “thank you.” His plush lips met yours briefly before he was pulling away to shed his own clothes. 

You smiled giddily at him and you climbed over the side of the tub, waiting patiently for him to get in. You leaned over the side of the tub, arms crossed, as you admired the toned body of your boyfriend. He really did have a beautiful body, rock solid abs and thick thighs that you often daydreamed about. “Like what you see?” Your eyes snapped up to his smirking face as he caught you ogling. You blushed slightly before nodding, causing him to playfully shake his head. “Scoot over.”

Jimin climbed over the tub, slotting himself behind you, wrapping both arms around your chest. He leaned back pulling you with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let me wash your hair,” you tried to turn around but Jimin’s grasp on you tightened.

“Noooo, please baby, just let me relax,” you giggled at the whine in his voice, turning around slightly to see his eyes closed, face already a good deal more relaxed than before. The crease in his forehead is slowly going away. Jimin let out a heavy sigh before opening his eyes and looking at you lovingly, causing you to smile at him. When you did, you felt something twitch behind your back.

“Jimin!” You gasped, mock offense written on your face, “You’re supposed to be relaxing!”

“I am! I swear! It’s a love boner,” he smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “A love boner?”

“Yeah, you know when you love someone so much you get turned on? I swear I don’t want to have sex right now, I’m too tired.” You believed him, you could see how tired he was. 

You rubbed a soothing hand along the top of his thigh and nodded at him, turning back around. After a couple of minutes of laying together, you could feel Jimin’s cock hardening against you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel aroused at the feeling of his dick on your lower back, so close to your core. “Would you think I was weird if I asked you to cockwarm me?”

You were a little taken aback by the question, but you immediately felt arousal shoot straight to your clit at the thought of having him inside you right now. “Seriously? You want to?” You asked, no judgement in your voice, honestly excited at the possibility. 

“I mean, yeah - i- if it’s not too weird. I think it sounds kind of nice. Might help me relax”

You turned around and were quick to shake your head, “It’s not weird,” you smiled at him, “let’s try it.”

He let out a breath at your optimism, worried you’d say no. You turned around fully in his arms, straddling his lap, his hard member brushing against your slit as you settled yourself on him. You grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up with your hole, looking him in the eye briefly to get his permission. He nodded once, giving you the go ahead, and you sunk down onto him slowly. You both let out a contented sigh at the feeling. It was a tight fit, not having any prep beforehand, but it felt good, the water helping with the glide. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want to have sex. He really just wanted to feel you, be close to you.

“This feels really nice, YN,” he whispered, head falling back onto the porcelain of the tub, “I love you, kitten.”

“I love you too, Jimin,” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, both arms wrapping around his middle in a bear hug. 

“Mmm,” he murmured into your hair, “thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

You felt another rough slap to your ass cheek, the skin jiggling at the impact. “You’ve been a bad girl, doll,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded behind you, “do you think you deserve to cum tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “please.” 

You and Taehyung had been watching TV on the couch when you decided you were going to tease him by sitting on his lap and grinding into his crotch. You had been horny all night and you knew it would rile him up, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Hmm, I don’t think you do,” he growled, landing another slap to your already read ass, “teasing me, knowing what would happen. You dirty girl.” Tae currently had you nude, both feet planted on the hardwood floor, front bent over the arm of the couch. It was a rather exposing position. You could feel the cool air hitting your dripping pussy, begging to be touched in any way. 

Another slap. You jolted as two of Taehyung’s fingers dragged through your slit, spreading your lips to lewdly display your cunt to him. “So wet,” he drawled, “my doll loves to be punished, doesn’t she?”

“Yes - yes I do, sir!” You yelped as he gently slapped your pussy with his two fingers.

“Then I’m more than happy to punish you,” you heard the sound of a zipper, jeans falling to the ground, “all you had to do was ask.” You gasped at the sudden intrusion of his thick cock into your folds. Without warning Taehyung sheathed his full length inside of you, his long dick hitting your cervix in the best way possible.

“Taehyung!” 

Another slap, “Uh-uh doll. You wanted this,” he said with a false sweetness, “now stay,” he growled darkly.

“Wh-what?” What did he mean, stay?

“You wanted cock so badly, now you’ve got it. What? Not what you wanted?” He slapped your ass again, soothingly rubbing the burning skin after, “Too bad, doll.”

Was he cockwarming? You let out a low moan at the thought. You’ve never tried this before, but you could feel the gush of wetness that surged through your pussy at the idea of sitting here with his long, hard cock stretching your walls for God knows how long. 

“Yeah? You like that? Dirty, dirty girl. Gonna use you as my cocksleeve as I see fit.”

You moaned again at his nasty words. “Please sir, please use me!” You sobbed into the couch. One of his hands snaked around your front, thumb lightly pushing into your swollen, neglected clit. You screamed into the leather at the feeling.

“Can you cum like this?” His words were dripping in lust, you could tell he was gone. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He’s stayed stark still this entire time. “Cream my cock like this and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”

You whined into the couch again at the mere thought of his cock slamming into you over and over again. You concentrated on the feeling of his thumb putting pressure on your bud. He slowly added more pressure, and then released. He continued this pattern, putting heavy pressure on your clit and then removing it completely. It was such a weird feeling of stimulation and it was clouding your mind completely. You could feel the rubber band feeling tightening in your core every time his fingertip would push into your bud. It was too much, the pleasure was searing hot in your pussy as you clenched around his cock, letting the band snap.

“Ah! T-Tae!” You screamed, louder than he expected, causing him to jump slightly. The extra pressure on your g-spot caused your pussy to release all over Taehyung’s cock. The sight below him had his eyes glazing over as he watched you squirt all over him. The way your pussy lips were clenching around his dick sporadically as the liquid squirted onto his abdomen sent him into a frenzy as he pulled his cock out of you until you could just feel the tip, and slammed his hips back into you as hard as he could, “Taehyung!” 

“You are so,” he slammed into you again, “fucking,” and again, “hot, doll.”

Your boyfriend was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, playing Overwatch with Seokjin, his best friend. He had his headset on and was so hyper focused on the TV that he didn’t see you come into the room. Which means he also didn’t see your attire. Or lack thereof. 

You slowly walked around the back of the couch, hand trailing over the soft suede fabric. You had just woken up, it was past midnight and you didn’t know Jungkook had gotten home. He didn’t like to wake you up since he usually got home from his job super late. You were a little upset that his loud yelling had woken you from your dream. Not because it woke you up, per se, but because the dream you were having was an incredible sex dream about the very boyfriend who woke you.

You woke up with a light sheen of sweat on your body, pussy dripping wet and needing to be filled. So, you threw on a silk robe, nothing else, and ventured to find something to fill you up.

As you rounded the couch you stood in front of Jungkook enough that he would notice you, but not enough to block the TV screen from his view. You didn’t want him to get upset with you when you were so horny. You’d save that for a time when you wanted to be punished.

“Hey babe,” he uttered, monotone, still focused on his game, “sorry, did I wake you?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, not offering a response. After a moment Jungkook looked up at you, expecting to find you upset, but instead he was met with a look of pure lust. His eyes widened for a second before Seokjin was yelling in his ear, causing his eyes to snap back to the game. 

Now that he knew you were there, you decided to have a little fun. You let the robe slip from your shoulders, knowing he could see you from the corner of his eye. You walked over to him and sunk to your knees in front of him. He looked at you in shock, confused at your behavior, but not pushing you away. You looked at him for permission and he nodded quickly, making you giggle silently. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down until they were around his ankles and grabbed his semi-hard cock, smirking to yourself. He was still playing, but his conversation with Jin had abruptly come to a halt. You languidly jerked his cock for a moment before leaning over and letting a glob of saliva fall from your lips onto his red tip. You spread the lubricant around for a moment, looking up to see Jungkook biting into his lip to keep his noises from reaching his friends ears. He looked down at you for just a moment and you held your finger up to your lips, reminding him to be quiet. 

You stood up slowly, turned around so you were facing the TV and grabbed your boyfriend's weeping cock, lining it up with your core, before sitting down on it. You could hear the grunt come from Jungkook behind you, but chose to ignore it as you leaned back into his firm chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of being filled. This is exactly what you needed. You were still tired enough from sleep that you didn’t need more stimulation than this. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you was enough to satisfy you until he was done playing. 

To say Jungkook was confused was an understatement. Were you really cockwarming him right now? He’s always wanted to try this with you, and actually had a fantasy where you did this while he was playing video games. He thought he was dreaming for a second until you leaned back into him and your signature cherry blossom scent surrounded him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a second, collecting himself before continuing to play his game. In his fantasy, he would be able to keep himself quiet and play while you sat obediently in his lap. He was going to take advantage of the situation that had quite literally fallen into his lap. 

He continued to play his game, at the end quickly telling Jin that he would see him tomorrow and ripped his headset off, tossing it on the other end of the couch.

“Baby?” He placed both hands on your sides, rubbing soothingly up and down, “Is everything ok?” He was honestly a little worried about you, you weren’t usually this assertive.

“You woke me up from a sex dream,” you uttered, eyes closed, “fix it.”

He chuckled at your admission, kissing up your shoulders and neck. “It better have been about me.” He growled playfully.

“Of course it was. Now fuck me, please.”

“Gladly.”

#bts smut #ot7 smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #cypherwritersnet

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

I for one would love to read where Damien spends the day with Wilford and sees the parts of William that Wilford still has but also see the parts that make Wilford wonderful all on his own, I can't to read it and since it was written by you I know it will be awesome.

@mrsdanieljackson

… Well then. It’s certainly very lucky that I started typing something kinda along those lines out while waiting for my laptop to run some calibrations this evening, so it was a surprise to see this ask!

(Click here for William and Dark, if you haven't read that!)

Context: Before Damien was released, I used to write a Dark that had Damien fully conscious and trapped in the back of the mind. The last time I wrote this scenario (which you can find here with a better explanation of the Dark!), it had a scene of confrontation between Damien and Wilford, so this ought to be a little better.

“ you’re shivering. here, take my jacket… ”

Word count: 986

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One moment, Damien was in the stilled moment of darkness that was his eternity. The next, Damien was blinking himself into consciousness on the floor of the break room with five men peering down at him.

"We're sorry!!" One of two identical men in sky blue shirts wailed.

"Jim and me didn't know a weather chart would do that..." The other identical man whimpered.

"Would you two be quiet?" The man dressed like a doctor snapped. "The last thing we want is to provoke him."

"Ehhh, it might be too late for that" A man dressed in a neat black suit and glasses shrugged. "I mean, Dark is a not-human something-or-other. Blinking can anger him."

"The Host interjects to remind the others that there are more important matters to be concerned about. Mainly, the sound of someone frantically running down the corridor and entering the room with -"

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Damien flinched at the outburst. Four of the men stepped back to let the new voice approach, while the doctor began recalling the events. Apparently, Jim and Jim (not at all confusing!) had accidentally summoned a demon in the break room while practising their lines for a weather report. Dark, who had merely stepped in to make coffee, fought the demon and dispersed it before it could escape. Damien was pulled up to a sitting position, but the world spun before his eyes. It was noticed.

"Can y’all, like, fuck off fer ten minutes?" The voice closest to Damien was a saviour that brought the sweet bliss of silence. Once the door closed, Damien finally lifted his head to see his rescuer.

It was Wilford. Damien only recognised him because of the strong love seeping through from Dark. It was the first thing he knew about this new world, but he was almost sure that Wilford looked like William. But… No. That wouldn’t make sense. The accent wasn’t right. It must be a coincidence.

"Can ya stand, sweetheart? I wanna getcha sittin’ down." Damien nodded and clambered onto his feet with help from Wilford. Once sitting, Damien became the focus of Wilford's fussing. The reporter incessantly checked every part of Damien's body, making sure that there were any other injuries. He waved a finger in front of Damien's face to make sure there wasn't any loss of focus.

"D'ya remember what happened?" Damien shook his head.

"Ya know who I am?" Damien nodded.

"C-can ya talk?" Damien hesitated, then nodded slowly in guilt.

"I -" Oh dear. Damien's voice didn't sound right at all. He didn’t want to cause Wilford more stress by telling him the truth, but opting for silence seemed to be a bad decision. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't worry you like that." Wilford's eyes widened, and Damien was fearful that the other realised this wasn't Dark. Wilford reached out and placed his warm hands on Damien's cheeks. When Damien's body involuntarily trembled in response, Wilford's expression turned more sympathetic.

"Thought so. Yer shivering. Here, take my jacket."

"But you -" Damien was interrupted by Wilford reaching past him and tugging a magenta suit jacket off the back of the chair. Damien swore it wasn't there when he sat down. He thought it better to accept the jacket without doubting his sanity, pulling it closer to him the moment it was put over his shoulders. "Thank you… I can't shake this chill…"

"Ya get like this when ya use too much of yer spooooky energy." Something that was further emphasised by Wilford dramatically wiggling his fingers with a tone of voice William definitely used before while making a joke. Damien snorted, which spurred Wilford on. "It's true! Ya act all serious and whatnot but ya shiver when ya use too much power. That's why I'm here. I'm yer personal body-warmer."

Damien’s gaze dropped to the jacket. He knew Dark loved Wilford, and he could see it was reciprocated. If this really was William in a new life, he didn’t want to cause distress and possibly strain the relationship with Dark. William was his friend. Even after everything, he’d support William and his happiness. As much as he would like to enjoy the day of freedom, there was something more important to do.

"Then, might it be possible to avail of the body-warming services?"

Wilford's face lit up as he placed his hands on Damien's shoulders. Damien blinked, and found himself sitting on a couch in another room with Wilford beside him. Then, he was snatched up and placed on Wilford's lap.

"I’m glad ya asked I wasn't gonna letcha go back ta work after all this. So get comfy an' build yer strength back." Warm arms wrapped around Damien and kept him close as Wilford relaxed into the couch.

Damien ignored the wave of guilt for avoiding the truth. This was the right choice. If Damien could build up energy by letting the body rest, then Dark could regain control. But as he sat there, he could feel the influence of Dark bubbling to the surface again. Surely Dark wouldn’t mind if Damien indulged in this moment? He never had the opportunity to pursue a romantic relationship while alive, and this may very well be the only time to experience something like this.

For once, Damien decided to be selfish as he cuddled in closer. The action was rewarded with a kiss to the top of his head. Damien knew he never felt so safe before. A brief pang of regret for never confessing his feelings to someone hit him, but he forced it aside as Wilford adjusted his hold and encouraged Damien to rest his head against the reporter's chest.

It wasn't long before the past life dozed off. He knew it would be back to the space he was trapped in after this but… it would be worth it for a moment of knowing what it was like to have a lover in your life.

#darkstache #wilford warfstache #mayor damien #writersofmark #(admittedly; this is the second thing I wrote. I had started something else this morning... #but it was turning into a proper d.amstache fic so I put it aside) #(also oh my gosh you are WAY too kind ;A; ) #short snippet #(shut up it's under my 1000 word limit it COUNTS)

[okay-klepto]

Daddy’s Girl

August Walker x Female Reader

Explicit

4600 words

Details: sexual content, m/f penetrative sex, oral sex - f receiving, creampies, fingering, Daddy kink, spanking, bratty reader, praise kink, teasing, Soft Dom August, cuddling

You say you just want to spend a little time with your daddy; August knows you have other motives.  Breaking his rules means you get punished, but the spanking isn’t what makes you cry.  August knows exactly how being too sweet can be more of a punishment for his baby than any means of force.

Did I proofread the whole thing?  No!  If you find a mistake, no you didn’t.

Enjoy.

    Despite the darkness that filled the hallway, you crept across the hardwood floors towards a faint light at the end of the hall.  You fuzzy socks allowed you to glide over the floors without a sound and move faster than just tiptoeing.  You eventually reached the closed door with light peeking out from the opening at the bottom.  The solid, wooden door seemed even bigger and more menacing than you remember it being, especially now in the black of night.  The only sound you could hear was the grandfather ticking from the other room.  You pressed your ear against the door in hopes of hearing any voices coming from inside.  You thought you heard someone speaking, but that could very well be your hopes fabricating his voice for you.  With one final breath of courage, you started to turn the handle as slowly as you could muster.  The bolts unlatched and you eased the door open just a few inches.  Light touched your face, and you dared to peer into the room.

    And there he was, sitting studiously at his solid walnut desk.  His phone was pressed to his ear and a pen was jotting notes as he nodded.

    “Yes, I was told…” His deep voice rumbled as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together a little when you heard him speak.  He tapped his pen against his lips and nodded again.  You carefully spied on him through the crack in the door, your eyes focusing on the way his lips pursed as he listened, beard and mustache moving as he did.

    When he leaned back in his chair, you closed the door an inch to hide yourself.  Your heart thumped hard in your chest as he pivoted slightly in his large chair, propping his feet up on his desk.  A wonderfully warm smile graced his face and deep wrinkles creased his forehead as he chuckled into the phone.  You watched him in a trance, mouth watering and eyes going glassy.  Just as your mind began to wander, his icy eyes met yours through the opening in the door.  You gasped and closed the door as quietly as you could.  Heart racing, you started sneaking back down the dark hallway, though you moved faster than when you first arrived.  You had just barely started up the stairs when you heard the wooden door open and saw light fill the hallway.  You froze and looked at him standing in the light.  Your mouth went dry.

    “(Y/n).” His voice was firm.  He raised his hand, pointed one finger out and curled it, commanding you to approach.

    You only hesitated a moment before descending the few steps.  You drug your feet, but you did as he had ordered.  When you got close, he stepped aside and gestured for you to enter the study.  You did, fiddling with the fuzzy hem of your pink, babydoll nightgown.  You waited in the center of the study as he came in behind you.  You didn’t look at him as he walked around you and sat down at his desk.  He pushed his chair out and got comfy, giving you one good look over, focusing on your little nightgown that was barely long enough to cover you.

    “Well, come here.”  He patted his thigh.  “Sit.”

    You went over to him and found your place on his lap, draping your legs across his.  You put your hands over his shoulders and rested your head on his chest.  He put one hand on your waist and let the other creep up your thigh.  His fingers walked up to your hip, and he slipped them under the strap on your thong.

    “Tell August why you’re still awake,” he murmured.  “Tell Daddy.”

    “I couldn’t sleep,” you confessed in a whisper.

    “Hmm…” He nodded, hand rubbing your side.  “Why was that?”

    “I missed you…”

    “You know I would have been up eventually.  Sometimes I need to work late at night.”

    You chewed on your lip and nestled into August’s chest.  “I know.  It’s hard to sleep without you there, though.”

    “I know, baby.  I know.”  August put a kiss on the top of your head.  “However,” he continued, “you know what my rules are.”

    You fidgeted in his lap before reluctantly answering August.  “No going in Daddy’s study when the door is closed.”

    “Correct.  And why is that?”

    “Because Daddy’s work is private, and he needs to focus on it alone.”

    August nodded.  “And you broke my rule, so now what?”

    You bit your lip and tried to act ashamed, but the thought of your punishment did excite you just a touch.  “A spanking.”

    “A spanking…”  August let the strap on your underwear snap back against your skin.  “Now head upstairs and wait for me.  I need to finish up a few things.”

    “But Daddy,” you whined, shifting to look August in the eyes, “you’ve been down here for so long!  What else is there left to do?”

   “I just need to wrap a few things up.  I won’t be down here more than fifteen minutes.  I promise.”  August put his thumb on your chin to kiss you.  His mustache tickled your face, and you let yourself melt into his lips, your hand squeezing his shoulder.  When he broke your kiss, you let your eyes flutter open and stare into his dreamy, blue ones.  “Off you go, baby girl.”

    You stood and got one last peck on the lips before prancing across August’s office and slipping out the door.  August watched you go, mainly keeping his eyes on the hem of your nightgown as it swished with each of your bouncing steps, your bare bottom getting exposed as the thin fabric danced.  August shook his head and chuckled to himself before opening his laptop.

    Your fuzzy socks were tossed aside as you made your way to your vanity.  Another spritz of perfume was added to your hair, and you checked to make sure your bit of glittery lipgloss was still perfect on your lips.  You loosened the bows that made the straps of your nightgown and stood to admire in the mirror how clearly you could see your nipples through the material of your nightgown.  Just to be safe, you slipped your panties off to make sure no hairs had been missed from your waxing appointment.  Your cheeks got warm at the thought of August walking in on you doing your examination.  Like he would care what position you were in when you had your panties off.  You slipped them back on and headed over to the bed once you decided everything was to Daddy’s liking.  The dozens of pillows on the bed made a wonderful place to lay as you waited.  Should you lay on your back and hike your nightgown up just a little, or should you be on your stomach with your bottom ready and waiting?  Maybe Daddy would like a few little tears to know you really were sorry.  No, that didn’t work last time anyway.  Oh, wouldn’t he like it if you were already naked?  And playing with yourself?  Why not just cut right to the chase?  You were still thinking about it when August entered the bedroom.

    “Daddy!” You sat up on your knees when you saw him.

    August began to unbutton his dress shirt.  “I wouldn’t think you sound so excited for a punishment, baby girl?” August teased.

    “It’s just- I- I’m not!”  you huffed.  “I’m not excited!”

    August chuckled as he tossed his shirt into the hamper and pulled the paddle from off the wall where it hung.  He walked over and sat down on the bed.  Still on the mattress, you walked over to him on your knees and hugged August from behind.

    “Can’t we just cuddle?  You know I’m very sorry.”  You tried to do your most sorrowful baby girl voice.  You nuzzled into August's neck.  “I couldn’t help it, Daddy… I just missed you so much!”

    “I know, baby, I know.”  August reached up and rubbed the back of your head.  “But a rule is a rule.”

    “But Daddy!”  You shimmied around to kneel over August’s lap.  “I really am sorry!  I wasn’t listening to your conversation or anything!”  You played with August’s hair at the back of his head as you gave him your best puppy eyes.  “I won’t ever do it again, I promise.”

    “That’s what you said last time.”  To be completely honest, you hearing a minute of one side of his conversation wasn’t his biggest concern.  You weren’t that sneaky anyway.  Yes, he didn’t want you in there when the doors were closed and he was having secret meetings, but he could just lock the door if need be.  He knew the only reason you did sneak down was to get spanked, and August was more than happy to play along.

    “Now lie down, baby girl,” August said.  You pouted but did as you were told.  You laid across August’s lap so your bottom was over August’s thick thigh.  He pulled your nightgown up to expose your rear.

    “I really am sorry, Daddy,” you said in an effort to let August just bed you right away.  Instead, you got a firm spank.  You yelped.

    “How many did I give you last time?” August asked as he rubbed your behind.

    “Oh, only one or two,” you lied.

    “Really?”  Another spank and another yelp.  “I think it was at least three.”

    August came down with the paddle again, and you squeaked.  He rubbed your behind again, feeling the skin getting warm.  A smile spread across August’s face as he watched you fidget.

    “Well, there’s three!” you announced, beginning to make a move to get up.  However, August came down with the paddle once again.  “Hey!”

    “You’re a repeat offender, darling.”  Out of the corner of your eye, you caught August smirking.  “That calls for a harsher punishment.”

    August spanked you one more time.  That got you upset.

    “No!  No!  No!”  You scrambled off of August and stood in front of him.  “You can’t do it more than 3 times!”

    “Sweetheart…”  August set the paddle down on the bed.  “I thought that was what you wanted?  We agreed to spanking.”

    “Yeah, but you only did three before!” You crossed your arms and pouted.  “I don’t know where you got this ‘repeat offender’ thing from!  You’re supposed to do three and then we have sex!”

    August had to hold in a laugh.  “But, in the past, I’ve spanked you a dozen or more times?”

    “Well, that was when I was very bad, and I was not very bad today!”

    “Okay, okay…”  That little pout of yours made August go soft.  “Come here, baby.”

    You went over to August and sat down in his lap, your legs straddling his hips and your arms going over his shoulders.  However, you refused to look him in the eye.

    “I’m sorry I spanked you too many times.”  August ran his hands up your nightgown and over your sides.  “Next time I will specify how many spanks you’ll get.”

    “Fine,” you replied, your nose still turned away from August.

   “But sweetheart- look at me.”  August’s voice went tender but serious, and you looked at him with soft eyes.  “You really can’t be going in my study when the door’s shut.  That is a rule.”

    You diverted your gaze and slouched towards August.

    “I do important and sometimes classified work that you can’t be a part of.  You especially can’t be in there when people are over.”

    “I know…”  You wrapped your arms around August and leaned into his chest.  “I just wanted you up here with me.”

    “Yes, and you were in the mood to be naughty,” August added.  You were about to protest when you felt August push two of his fingers into your wet little pussy.

    “Daddy…” you moaned as August curled his fingers inside of you.

    “You wouldn’t be this wet if you had come down just to see me.”

    You whimpered into August’s shoulder as he thrusted his fingers in and out, giving you kisses on the side of your head.  Your hands clutched his skin, and he massaged your insides with more force, making his fingers dig in deeper.  Just as you started to tremble, August slid his fingers out.

    “Daddy!” you fussed, but August hushed you.

    “If you want me to fuck you properly, you need to go lay down on the bed and get comfy.”

    You smiled, crawled across the bed, and laid down on all your pillows.  August stood to take his pants and socks off.

    “C’mon now!  Panties off, young lady!”  Your panties were off and forgotten in a second.  August smiled as he watched you spread your legs wide.  “That’s what I like to see, baby girl.”

    August’s hardening cock hung low as he crawled on top of you.  He dropped to his elbows and captured you in a long kiss.  Your hands went over his shoulders, and he slid his tongue in your mouth.  Your tongue met his, and you moaned when August turned his head to kiss you deeper.  After a moment, August pulled his lips away and kissed down your jaw and latched on hard to your neck.

    “Oh, Daddy~” you sighed as August’s whiskers tickled your neck.  He stayed latched to the same spot, obviously working hard to leave a nice, dark spot.  One of his hands went to your breast and massaged your nipple through the thin fabric of your nightgown.  August’s lips continued to travel across your skin, leaving more red marks in their wake.  You whimpered as August rolled your nipple between his fingers.  You loved when he left marks on your neck and played with your nipples, but your pussy was crying to be stuffed full of cock.

    “Daddy…” you whined.  August released his lips from your skin and looked into your watery eyes.

    “What’s wrong, baby girl?” August tucked a lock of hair out of your face.

    “You said you were gonna fuck me properly, and you’ve done nothing even close to that.”

    “Have you forgotten that I like to tease, baby?”  August flicked one of your nipples with his short fingernail.  “I don’t think that spanking was punishment enough.”

    “Yes it was!” you whined.

    “Then why are you still being fussy?”

    The shaft of August’s cock slid between your folds with just enough pressure to make you whine again.

    “Come on!”  You tried to shimmy down to get more friction on August’s cock, but he stopped you with one of his big, strong hands.  “I’m behaving!”

    “No, you are not, missy.”  August sat upright on his knees, and you whined again.  “I knew five spanks wouldn’t be enough.”

    August stood up, cock sticking out at attention most deliciously, and walked across the bedroom.  You sat up and kicked your legs against the bed.

    “We agreed!  You spanked me and now you fuck me!”  You let out the most pained groan you could muster.  “This isn’t fair!  You’re not being fair!”

    August twirled the pink, leather handcuffs around in his hand.  “Only good girls get Daddy’s cock, and you know that.”

    “I am good!”

    “Right now you’re not.”  August got back onto the bed.  “Now lay down.”

    You did as you were told, and August grabbed both of your wrists with one of his hands.  You watched as he put the chain between the cuffs through a post in the bed frame.  One cuff was wrapped around your wrist.

    “No!  No!” you cried.  “I’ll be good, Daddy!  I promise!”

    “Too late, baby.”  Each cuff was secured around your wrists tight enough that you couldn’t slip out, but lose enough it didn’t hurt you.  You whined and squirmed as August sat back up his knees.  Upon seeing you in such a fussy state, August leaned down to be nose to nose with you.

    “No more whining,” he ordered.  You got your chance to play with me, coming down in your nightie just to be naughty.  Now is my chance to play with you.”

    That got you to purse your lips shut.  That demanding voice August used on rare occasions always did the trick, though it also got you wetter than ever.  Regardless, it put you in the mood to behave.

    As August started to kiss your neck again, you pulled on the cuffs.  So badly you wanted August to cut the fluff and get right to fucking your pussy.  But if you protested further, August would probably shove a vibrator inside and you and go take a shower.  That had happened more than once before… 

    “You are beautiful, baby,” August murmured as he left tickly kisses down your skin.  He didn’t leave the big, red marks like he had on your neck, but he did meticulously cover all the skin he could with kisses.  He traveled from your neck, down your collarbone, and to your chest.  August pulled your nightgown down so your chest was fully exposed.  He latched his lips onto one nipple and massaged the other with his hand.  You did your best not to whimper and whine, but even all your strength could keep all sounds inside.  A gush of pleasure made your pussy dampen even more when August used his canines to give your nipple a good pinch.

    “I love you, baby girl,” August whispered.  He kissed the fullest part of your breast, letting his lips linger for just a moment.  He kissed again and trailed his kisses down your torso, pushing the fabric of your nightgown out of the way.  He lingered on your hips, his kisses wet and hot.

    “Oh, Daddy~” you moaned as August slipped two of his fingers inside of you.

    “Be good for me, sweetheart.”  August kept kissing your skin and slowly working his fingers in and out.  You wanted to moan.  You wanted to cry.  You wanted to force your hips down and come all over those thick fingers, but you were too stretched out to move.  August’s loving attention went now to your thigh, specifically that fullest and softest part.  One hand worked your pussy and the other ran over your leg so sweetly.  August left kisses and mark on your stretch mark covered skin, breathing heavily and groaning against your flesh.  Despite your squirming, he kept a slow and steady rhythm.  You decided your best bet would be to just put your head back and let the pleasure take you.  Tears filled your eyes as you choked out a few whimpers.  The hard fucking your body was prepared for was nowhere in sight, and this slow, loving fingering was too much to handle.

    “No!  Daddy!  I can’t…” you sobbed when August’s mouth latched onto your clit, sending waves of heat throughout your body.  His beard tickling and scratching all of your sensitive skin didn’t help much either.  “I won’t last…”

    August looked up at you, his eyes soft but lust-filled.  “You can come on my fingers when you need to, baby girl,” August comforted.  “You don’t need to wait for my permission.”

    You put your head back again, and August went right back to doing what he did best.  His fingers curled and rubbed your insides.  His tongue licked up as much of your juices as it could while massaging your clit, his lips staying locked on all the while.  Your legs started to tremble.  August said you could come whenever you wanted, but you still left like you needed his permission.  You needed that soft voice he uses to push you over the edge.

    “Oh!  Oh, Daddy!”  Your thighs squeezed together as August sucked hard on your clit and forced a third finger inside.  His free hand dug into your thigh to prevent you from closing your legs together.  You sobbed at the sensation of fingers gripping your skin and beard tickling your skin.  At the sound of your distress, August released his lips and looked to you.

    “Baby girl…” August’s voice was so gentle and smooth.  “It’s alright.  You’re doing amazing.”

    You tried to look at August, but your head wouldn’t rise that high.  All you could do was sniffle away some tears.

    “Baby?”  August’s voice went deeper and softer.  “Come for me, Princess.  Come for Daddy.”

    August gave you one thrust with his fingers, and you spilled warm liquid onto his fingers.  August watched his fingers get wetter and liquid drip as he slowly out of you as he massaged you through your orgasm.  Tears trickled down your cheeks.  Why did this get you so worked up?

    August licked his fingers off and crawled back on top of you.  His eyes traveled over the wonderful curves of your body before reaching your sweet, little face.  He unlatched the cuffs from the bedframe, and your arms fell slack against the pillows.  You felt a finger wipe away a tear from the apple of your cheek.

    “Don’t cry, sweet thing,” August murmured.  “You are so perfect and wonderful and beautiful and amazing and soft and sweet.”

    You managed to put your arms around August as he gently pressed himself against you.  “Daddy…”

     “You are such a good girl.”  A bearded kiss was planted on your jaw.  “You are always so good for me.  What a good girl you are.  I wouldn’t ask for anyone else.”

    Finally, August’s lips met yours for a warm kiss.  It was such a relief to finally have him back in your arms.  August’s tongue slowly slid inside your mouth, and you welcomed it.  His hands held your sides tightly and you kissed.

    “Do you still want me to fuck you properly, sweetie?” August asked as he broke your kiss.

    You nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.”

    “I’ll be gentle.”

    August gave himself a few strokes before pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.  He paused for a moment to play with how wet you were before slowly pushing his cock inside.  You moaned as he went in inch after inch, deeper and deeper.  August groaned when he finally bottomed out.  It always impressed him that your little pussy could manage to fit the entirety of his cock.

    “That’s good, baby girl.  You’re doing so well.”

    August started out with almost painfully slow thrusts that made you want to cry again.  He’d grunt every time he pressed into you again and again.  Your hands gripped his back so he never had the chance to get too far away.

    “You feel amazing, baby.  You’re so nice and wet.”

    You pulled August in closer and buried your face into his shoulder to whimper.  The little stretch his cock gave you pussy right as he went in the whole way made you melt inside.  Your head was clouded with thoughts of that cock filling you up with cum just to fuck more and more into you.

    When August gave a harder push, you yelped and squeezed around him.

    “Let me hear you.  I love it when you moan for me.”

    August shifted so he could keep giving you kisses on your neck.  His thrusts stayed firm but slow, so all you did was hold onto August and moan.  His pelvis rubbed against your clit, and each one of his grunts made you wetter and wetter.  Finally, his rhythm faltered and muscles tense.

    “Fuck,” he groaned, going right back into his rhythm.

     “Daddy…” you whined, knowing August was close to finishing.

     “I’m going to fill you with cum, baby girl,” August breathed as he rested up on his elbows to look at you.  “I’m gonna pump you full of cum and watch it drip out of your pussy.”

     August thrusted into your again and you yelped.  The hand that was holding your hip gripped it tighter, and Augusted pushed into you over and over.  Your whole body was shoved into the pillows with every thrust August gave you.  It wasn’t long before August decided to reach down and rub your clit in rough circles.  The shock of pleasure made you choke on your moans.

    “You are stunning, baby girl,” August breathed.  “You take my cock so well.  You feel so amazing when I fuck you.”

    You dug your fingers into August’s muscle as he picked up this thrusting pace.  Each one forced a whimper from your throat and August to grunt.

    “That’s right, sweetie, take it all - take all of me.”

    “Daddy!  Fill me up!”

    “Whatever you want, princess.”

    August captured your lips in a rough kiss as he slammed into you.  He pushed you clit harder and harder, and you wanted to cry louder than ever.  August let out a deep and rumbling groan before pushing fully in one last time and coming deep inside your pussy.  You squeezed around him to feel his cock throb with each rope of cum that was being forced inside.  August kept his attention on your clit as well, and after another moment your legs were shaking as another orgasm washed over your body.  August let himself go limp on top of you, his massive form acting as a lovely blanket.  His cock stayed inside of you, though, preventing much of the cum from leaking out.  After a moment, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked into your eyes.

    “You are such a good girl,” August breathed, putting a quick kiss on your lips.  “You always behave so well when I fuck you like that.  You did such a good job.”

    You ran your hands through August’s hair before resting them on either side of his face so you could look into his dreamy blue eyes.  Your orgasms still fogged your mind as you stared at August’s face, his slips stretching into a soft smile.  He thought you were the cutest when your face was sweaty and your hair was a mess and your eyes were glassy from being fucked good and hard.

    “Thank you, Daddy…” you breathed.

    “Oh course, sweetheart.” August pressed a kiss onto your forehead.  “Good girls get whatever they want, and you are the goodest of them all.”

    August gave you another kiss before carefully sliding his cock out of you.  You gasped when he finally left you fully empty, a glob of cum starting to ooze out.

    “I’ll be back with a towel, baby.  Just hang tight.”

    August rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.  You watched him the whole way.  His broad shoulders and long legs and meaty ass made you want to climb right on top of him for more, but you were far too tired for that.  After a moment, August returned with a towel in hand.  He crawled back into bed with you and ran a hand between your legs.

    “Let me clean you up, baby girl.”

    You silently spread your legs so August could clean up the cum that was leaking out of you.  When the towel touched your throbbing pussy, you drew in a sharp breath.  When more cum leaked out, August gently wiped it away.

    “I really filled you up, didn’t I, darling?” August had a light chuckle in his voice,

    You nodded.  “You always do, Daddy.”

    August smiled and set the towel aside so he could give you a proper kiss.  “Why don’t we get your nightie off so we can sleep.”

    You lazily sat up and lifted your arms over your head.  August carefully worked the garment off of you so you were completely naked.

    “No bath?” you asked, watching August loosely fold your babydoll and set it aside with the towel.

    “It’s a bit too late at night for that, but we can have a nice long one tomorrow.”

    You were satisfied with that answer.  August pulled back the covers, and you climbed under.  August followed and curled up right next to you.  You found a cozy spot on August’s chest, and you were asleep even before August could give you a kiss good night.

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@agniavateira​ @iloveyouyen​

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #fanfic #smut #daddy august walker #soft dom august #baby girl #klepto can write

[kats-alcove]

Online Date

Pairing: Mirio x GN! Reader

Warnings: Little bit of Sad, but mostly fluff!

Read it on AO3 here!

“I know, sunshine. I'm not happy about it either.”

You buried your face in the pillow you were currently cuddling instead of your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, Mirio, who was currently halfway across the country on some sort of clandestine mission. You didn't know the details, but you knew it was important, which was why you were trying so hard not to cry.

“A whole ‘nother week?! ” you said into the pillow.

Mirio leaned closer to the camera. Obviously, he hadn't heard you. “What was that?”

You swallowed a few times, trying to quell the lump in your throat. “You’re gonna be gone for a week longer than you thought?”

“Yeah, it looks like this case is more complicated...” Mirio narrowed his eyes, examining you. “Are you crying, sunshine?”

“N-no!” You swiped at your traitorous, watery eyes.

“Yeah, you are. Hey, sunshine, look at me.”

Blinking through a film of tears, you saw that Mirio had moved even closer to the camera. He was reaching out to you with one hand, but it went out of frame before you could see what he was reaching for. It took you a second for you to realize that he wasn't reaching for anything. Rather, Mirio was reaching through his laptop, as though he could pass through the screen to your side.

That thought set off a fresh round of tears. This time, you made no attempt to hide them. “I miss you, Mirio! I miss you so much...”

“I miss you too, sunshine,” Mirio considered something for a second. “Do you want to try something?”

“Try what?” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued.

“You're already in pyjamas, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

Mirio smiled. “You still have the hoodie I gave you, right?”

You nodded, reaching out of frame to pull a large body pillow into your lap. The hoodie Mirio had lent to you was tucked over the pillow like a second pillowcase. Mirio chuckled when he saw that.

“Well, I was gonna tell you to do that, but you’re one step ahead of me! Now, get cozy.”

You were already moving to pull back the covers and snuggle under. It took some maneuvering to get the 6 foot pillow under the blankets with you, but you finally settled and focused back on the camera. Mirio had shifted positions too; he was laying stretched out on his side. If it wasn't for the intervening screen, you could almost believe he was in the room with you.

“Are you comfy?” You nodded and Mirio smiled. “All right, close your eyes.”

“But...” you weren't sure what you were protesting. Maybe it was because you were already so far from him: you didn't want to add another layer of separation.

Mirio sensed your hesitation. “Trust me, sunshine. I’m not going anywhere.”

With his reassurance, you closed your eyes. Immediately, every other sense went on hyper alert. You could hear the soft whir of your fan, feel the breeze it created brushing over your face. Burying your face in Miro’s hoodie allowed you to catch a hint of his scent still clinging to the fabric.

“I want you to think about what I’d be doing if I was there right now.”

That line sent a slight thrill through you. It was one you had heard before, but usually in a much more intimate situation. In those cases, Mirio’s voice was dark, commanding, sensual. This time, however, his tone was softer, more comforting. You found yourself relaxing as he continued to speak.

“I’d wrap my arms around you, pull you in so you could listen to my heartbeat. You’re always so cute when we cuddle, so cute and small. It makes me want to protect you, to take care of my sunshine. I’d give you kisses all over your face and play with your hair, or maybe give you a little back rub. Would you like that, sunshine?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded sleepily. Vaguely, you thought Mirio might want you to respond, but you were too tired to come up with anything.

Mirio didn't seem to care, though. He just kept talking. When he ran out of ways to describe snuggling you, he started reminiscing about past dates the two of you had shared, from your first date to your most recent one. He told you about the city he was in, about the sights he’d gotten to see when he wasn't on the job.

At this point, you really were one yawn away from falling asleep. You had wrapped yourself around your body pillow like a little monkey, your face firmly buried in Mirio’s hoodie. This was the most comforted you had felt in weeks, ever since Mirio left. It was when Mirio started humming that you finally succumbed to unconsciousness. Before you did, though, you summoned up your last thread of thought.

“Hey, Mirio?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I love you.”

You didn't see Mirio’s smile, warm enough to melt an iceberg. “I love you too, sunshine. Sleep well.”

#mirio x reader #mirio mha #lemillion #mirio togata #28 Days of Dates #Kat's Writing

[girlgrouptrash101]

Hyewon (IZ*ONE) - Study Buddy

Request: “can i request for a soft hyewon whose girlfriend is studying but she really really wants affection tysm ily :D and also hyewon as your high school crush kdsjskd im hopelessly in love with her”

Word Count: 1,230 Words

Warnings: just fluffy mate innit

A/N: hi lol (yes this was definitely a very valuable and necessary author’s note. anyways stan iz*one)

- C

After finishing classes early on friday, you’d come home early to get a headstart on your studying for next week’s exams. While you usually walked home with your girlfriend, Hyewon, she had to stay behind today to go through a paper with one of her teachers, so you left without her. After a long walk home with a backpack full of books, you found yourself pushing through your front door and making a beeline for your bedroom, wanting to hit the books as soon as possible. You left the door unlocked as you went, knowing Hyewon would probably be coming right over to your place after she finished school anyways.

Not even bothering to take off your school uniform, you sat down in your chair, pulling out a copybook and your laptop to get to work. Your brows furrowed as you became immersed in your work, not allowing yourself to be distracted by anything or anyone around you. You didn’t even hear the front door close or Hyewon calling out for you as she came in, your books stealing every bit if attention you had. Hyewon came into your bedroom a minute later, greeting you and hopping onto your bed. Her eyebrow raised as you barely said hello; a small mumble coming from your direction was all she could get out of you. Your girlfriend decided to leave you be, kicking off her school shoes and getting comfy on your mattress.

After a while, Hyewon was getting frustrated. She hadn’t heard a single word from you since she’d arrived, and she’d scrolled through every social media and watched enough tiktoks to last her a week. Now she wanted you instead.

Hyewon sighed out as she lay on your bed, trying to get your attention away from your books and onto her instead. When you didn’t hear her, she sighed even louder, lifting up her arms and legs and dropping them down on the bed again to try and distract you. After her attempts to disturb you failed, she called out your name.

“Y/N, baby~” She cooed, rolling her head over to look at you.

“Mmm?” You replied halfheartedly, not really listening to the fed-up girl behind you.

“Can you finish up now? I miss youuuuu!” She called out again, doing her best to get you to give up your books and come to her instead. You put down your pen and turned to Hyewon, an eyebrow raised.

“Look, hye, you know I have to keep my grades up for these exams, and I can’t do that without putting the work in. We can do whatever you want once I’m finished. Okay?” You said quickly, not waiting for an answer as you turned around and began working again. However, that just wasn’t good enough for Hyewon. When she wants cuddles and attention from you, there’s nothing that could stop her.

Getting up off the bed, Hyewon walked over to your desk and spun your chair around. You tried to spin back to continue working, but she had a vice grip on the chair handles that told you you wouldn’t be going anywhere, anytime soon. 

Hyewon climbed onto your lap, your arms automatically moving around her waist to make sure she didn’t fall off. Your breath hitched you noticed just how close she was to your face now, her eyes scanning your features as she sat there.

“Uh, baby, what’s up?” You asked quietly, her dark orbs staring into yours. She smirked as you looked at her, her beauty always taking you by surprise.

“I told you I missed you, didn’t I? Is wanting to be with you such a crime?” Hyewon asked, leaning closer to kiss your temple, followed by her tucking strand of hair behind your ear. You shook your head softly in response, pulling her further into you as she kissed your cheek this time, dangerously close to your lips. You shook your head slowly in response to her question, your eyes locked onto her lips as she nudged impossibly closer.

“You can study later. Now, kiss me.” Hyewon demanded, and you closed the gap immediately. Your hands splayed across her back as you pulled her further into you, Hyewon’s hands lopping around your neck. Her lips felt insanely soft against your own; each kiss you shared with her felt like your first. Hyewon’s hands moved up to thread in your hair as yours dropped lower, playing with the hem of her plaid skirt. Your lips moved in such harmony, both of you losing track of time as you got lost in the blissful feeling of one another. Neither of you wanted to pull away, but eventually you had to breathe.

“Thanks baby.” Hyewon said, winking and jumping off your lap, walking back to your bed and sitting on the mattress.

“Hey! You think you can just do that and then get up like nothing happened? Come here you little-” Hyewon screamed and giggled as you jumped on top of her, your hands tickling at her sides as you teased her. You managed to pin her flailing arms around her head as you sat above her, both of you frozen again as you realised the implications of your current position. Grinning softly, you leaned down to capture your girlfriend’s lips once again, feeling her smiling back into the kiss as she leaned up to meet you. After releasing her hands, they automatically moved to pull you flat against her, holding your body against hers. 

“Hey, baby, hey!” You laughed as you tried to pull away, much to Hyewon’s apparent disappointment as she puckered your lips and attempted to sit up and pepper kisses all over your face. 

“Listen, you;ve got my attention now, there’s no way I’m going back to the books. Do you want to watch a movie or something?” You asked, leaning down to press another quick peck to your girlfriend’s lips as you waited for her answer.

“Of course I do babe, can we order food though? I’, starvinggggg~” She exclaimed, already reaching for her phone to call up the local delivery place.

“Hye, you’re always starving. But go ahead and order the usual, I’m gonna go grab my laptop and some drinks.” Hyewon nodded and you hopped off the bed, moving downstairs to grab the movie supplies. The food was soon delivered to your doorstep a few minutes later, and Hyewon answered the door and paid while you connected your laptop to the television in your room. Hyewon let you pick the film, not caring about anything else now that she had you and food by her side. What more could she want?

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you took in your surroundings. You had the love of your life nestled into your side, good food and a shitty movie on television that had the both of you cracking up every second. This was seriously the highlight of your life, and you absolutely adored nights like these when it was just you and your baby. 

You’d trade anything to spend every night like this, even if it meant sacrificing a few grades here and there.

#izone #izone hyewon #kang hyewon #izone imagines #izone reactions #izone scenarios #izone fluff #hyewon fluff #girl group fluff #girl group reactions #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #girl groups #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop #kpop girl groups #female idols #hyewon imagines #iz*one

[amethystroselilith]

Would you mind something if I posed this to you? I'll leave it up to you if you decide to go either the headcanon route or a short story route, but how would the MLQC boys react if MC grabbed them in the middle of the night while having a semi-realistic scary dream about them?

This is really long overdue, and I’m sorry if you forgot or don’t care about this anymore, anon, but I still want to do this! DISCLAIMER: This is my first headcanon and it’s pretty obvious who’s my favourite... I also deeply apologise to Kiro and Lucien stans that stumbled upon this and made them to ooc especially Lucien... ._.

MLQC Dateables HCs with MC who had a Nightmare

GAVIN

Despite Gavin always lecturing you about staying up late, he found himself being a hypocrite ever since you two had moved in together.

It just felt so surreal for him, he used to just watch you longingly from afar before, but now.. you have acknowledged his existence, welcomed him in your life and now share it with him.

There are always those quiet late nights where Gavin can’t help but reflect on how his life is going. How he feels like he won life as he watches his lover sleep beside him. 

Gavin always treasures these nights, enjoying the peacefulness on your face, smiling amusedly as he listens to you sleep talk…

The man is just obsessed with you basically.

He frowned when he noticed your face starting to transition to discomfort, soft whimpers starting to escape your lips. 

Your hold on him started to tighten as if trying to seek comfort. You started crying for his name and Gavin can’t help but feel his heart break knowing he’s causing you this pain.

Gavin gently wakes you up, whispering your name softly as he rubs your back. It felt worse when you opened your teary eyes.

Gavin does not like the miserable look on your face.

Once you’ve calmed down, Gavin tries to find out what made you upset, determined to do the best he can to avoid whatever hurt you.

It was him never coming back home from his mission.

He held you close, his heart swelling at the confirmation of how much he meant to you. He’s happy that you love him as much as loves you.

He lifted your chin gently to look at him, thumb gently wiping the tears away. A new determination fired inside him.

“Y/N, whatever it takes, I will always come back home to you.” 

He sealed the promise with a kiss.

VICTOR

Victor can’t help but smile in amusement as he realised you had fallen asleep beside him, your laptop still open in front of you.

Once he got home earlier, you were excited about having a relaxing movie night, only to be turned down because of more paperwork.

The man just chuckled at your cute pout before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead before announcing not to wait up for him as he will be staying up late in his office.

He didn’t expect you to enter his office with your laptop.

He raised an eyebrow as you took the seat across him.

“It’s not comfortable to watch your movie here, dummy, wouldn’t you rather be on a comfy bed with a large tv?”

You huffed and said you’re working as well.

Victor raised an eyebrow and teased you about procrastinating, but nonetheless, he knew how you can be stubborn and just let you work until he thinks it’s time for you to take a break. 

He knows you’ve been working so hard these past few days. Finishing whatever work you have left to finally enjoy your vacation. Victor has been longing for that as well, however, the nature of his job and how Victor wanted everything to be flawless to the point of not being disturbed during his time with you made it take a bit longer for him to finish everything he needed.

Not liking how little the comfort you must be having right now, Victor stood and walked over to you. He released a little chuckle when he saw what you’ve been working on.

Apparently, you’ve just been watching random stuff on YouTube.

The thought of you just staying there to be with him brought a huge smile on his face, you two weren’t talking that much, however, but he still likes the thought of you just wanting to be around his presence.

He fixed your stuff before carrying you to the bedroom you two share.

As he entered the room, he began to hear soft sniffles. Wanting you to be comfortable first, he tried to put you down on the bed, only for you to cling on his shirt with a whimper.

Victor decided to sit on the bed with you on his lap, softly nudging you awake as it’s apparent you’re having a nightmare. 

“Hey… what’s wrong? What did you dream about?” he gently asks as he stroke your hair, doing everything he can to calm you down.

He frowned when you talked about him leaving you for someone way more worthy of his time.

“Dummy, there’s no one I’d rather spend the eternity with besides you.” 

He declared as he leaned his forehead against yours.

KIRO

No matter how exhausting Kiro’s day was, he’s always excited in spending the night with you. 

He would be on tour in a few weeks and you two had been spending the time before that together.

Games, movies, food, etc…

You had fallen asleep on his chest during the movie, while Kiro is still up engrossed in the film.

You got his attention when you began to shift around, assuming that you’re starting to feel uncomfortable with your current position, he helped you settle down on what he thinks you’re comfortable with. 

Having no interest in the movie anymore. He turned off the tv, to cuddle with you.

He spooned you from behind and let the sleep take over him until he felt little hiccups from you.

“Y/N…?” he gently nudges you awake.

Kiro became alarmed when you’re full on sobbing now, shifting your position yet again as if you’re looking for something.

You whined when your hand finally grabbed his shirt, tugging him closer.

Kiro’s heart broke when he heard the “Don’t leave me please…” cries from you.

He held you tight, singing softly as he rubs your back and kissing your tears away.

He whispers eternity promises in your ears, promises he vowed to keep as long as he lives.

“Miss Chips, you’ll always be the person I want by my side.” 

He continues to sing softly, slowly lulling himself to sleep as he held you tight.

LUCIEN

Lucien had always been a light sleeper. You’re not really happy with that fact since the man barely gets sleep due to his work and the fact that even you can sometimes disrupt his rest.

He doesn’t really mind, to be honest. It’s something he can’t really change and he’s used to it.

The man can’t help but be amused as you present some of your “research” about his condition and how you can help. Some of them are fake but Lucien doesn’t have the heart to tell those when you’re too excited to try it. He sometimes even fake the result to please you.

Either way, Lucien really appreciates the gesture and treasures it. 

Another perk of this is how he can easily be aware of his surroundings and protect you when in danger.

That’s kind of the case tonight.

He was jolted awake with a sudden cry and a grab on his arm. 

His initial thoughts were someone tried to take you away from him. 

Lucien was prepared to fight until he realised whoever was making you cry is impossible for him to fight. At least physically.

His eyes soften as he pulled you close, gently shaking you to pull you away from whatever was hurting you in your dreams.

He didn’t expect, however, for you to bawl your eyes more when you realised you woke him up. It didn’t help when you were dreaming of him leaving you for being a pain to be with.

Lucien just chuckled, shushing you softly as he wipes your tears. 

“My love, trust me, you’re the best thing that ever blessed me, and nothing will ever change that.” 

He smiled before kissing the back of your hand.

#mlqc #mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien

[toomanyfandoms02]

Claustrophobia // Spencer Reid x Reader

Back to blurbs!!! This one was for @andiebeaword

Summary - Reader has claustrophobia and Spencer wants to help her get over it.

Word Count - 1.2k

Idk if I need a Trigger Warning for this but, theres like one mention of anxiety and obvious mentions of claustrophobia.

Prompts - "Close the door" -- "Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes you, you're sitting in my seat."

Don't get me wrong, I loved my job. But it was completely and undeniably exhausting. Hence why my suitcase was so lazily dragging behind me as I slugged towards the jet.

"Someone looks enthused." Spencer chimed from beside me, nudging me lightly with his elbow. I gave him a glare and continued my trek to the aircraft. He jogged in front of me, hurrying up the metal steps. How can he have so much energy?

*Must be the copious amounts of coffee he consumes daily.*

I reminded myself, remembering that I counted him drinking at least 5 cups today.

Soon I was trudging up the stairs, rubbing my head from the headache I could feel coming on. I could just sleep it off. But the universe must have had other plans for me as I looked over at the couch to see Spencer sitting there, on his laptop.

"Excuse me." I took a few steps toward him. "Excuse me!" His head shot up from the screen, pointing to himself and looking around. The rest of the team held wide eyes. "Yes you, you're sitting in my seat." My arms were crossed over my chest in frustration at this point.

"I don't see your name on it." He teased, looking under the leather seat. Even standing slightly to look around. But I was *not* in the mood.

I was sleepy.

I sighed a little, softening my stance somewhat.

"Look Reid, I need a nap, unlike you who drinks mounds of caffeine and won't need sleep until you get home. I could feel my eyes drooping. He patted the seat next to him, pulling his computer farther up his lap.

"Come nap next to me." JJ nudged me forward from her seat, I turned to her with a death glare. She responded with a look as to say:

*Do not pass up this chance you dumb bitch.*

I loved and hated her for that. I let out a loud sigh, setting my rolling case next to the couch and sitting next to him.

His hand came to his shoulder, patting there now. I raised my eyebrow in question.

"You wanted to sleep right? Sleep." His head tilted to his shoulder. I was tired... So I set my head down.

The coat he was wearing was comfy against my cheek. Just before I closed my eyes I could see the small smile adorning his face.

"Before you fall asleep, can I ask why you never sit in the regular seats?" The question was honestly kind of uncomfortable for me, but I wasn't going to tell him *that*.

"I, I have severe claustrophobia. Even if I'm just sitting in a seat and someone in next to me, I feel boxed in. The only reason I'm not feeling it right now is because there isnt a wall next to me." He peered down at me while I confessed.

"Would you ever want to get over that fear?" I didn't know where this was going, but I'm sure I wasn't going to like it.

"Well yeah, everyone wants to get over fears." He lifted my head from his shoulder.

"Do you trust me?" I nodded with a grimace. He started pulling me up and to the back of the plane. He then backed into the bathroom. I tugged back on his hand.

"The team is definitely going to think we are doing *something* in here Spencer." I snapped at him.

"Hotch already suspects that we are dating." He smirked.

"Oh yes! Let's prove him right!" I waved my arms, my left one still attached to his.

"Would that be so bad?" There was only a momentary pause before he tugged hard on my arm, pulling me fully into the bathroom. "Close the door." He insisted. I shook my head defiently. He swiftly grabbed my shoulders, switching our places so he was near the door. He shut it softly and locked it.

"Now they are really gonna think we are doing it." I chuckled nervously, holding my arms as if I was cold. But really I was realizing just how *small* this room was, especially with 2 people in it. I could feel my breath picking up a bit. "Are you trying to prove some point to yourself." I snapped again, getting defensive.

"No, Claustrophobia, like most phobias, responds fairly well to treatment. Cognitive behavioral therapy and desensitization can be especially helpful. In this case we are doing physical treatment." He shrugged. My chin was hitting my chest from how far down my head was looking, my eyes squeezed shut.

"Wow, I'm sure its gonna work so well in a *jet bathroom*." My head was spinning, but I kept my eyes closed. I was sure if I opened them it would be worse.

"You know, I knew you were claustrophobic, I've wanted to help for a while." I could hear him lean against the bathroom door, it creaked. I risked opening my eyes to see him standing nonchalantly.

"How the *hell* is this suppose to help me Reid?" I could feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I had so much anxiety in here. I'm sure he could see the glassy look in my eyes because he grabbed my arms, pulling me into a hug.

"Oh please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you." I could hear the fear and guilt in his voice.

"In gonna be honest, it's not you, this room is really small." I could feel myself shaking, surely a panic attack was on it's way. He held me tighter. I pulled my arms from between us and hugged him back.

"You know, Physical touch is known to improve the function of your immune system as well as reduce diseases such as those associated with the heart and blood. One study on women found that receiving more hugs from their partners led to lower heart rates and blood pressure." He rambled, setting his chin on my head.

"What kind of partners?" I giggled, calming moderately. My voice was muffled by his shirt. "Like partners in crime?"

"I-I guess that's what we would be, right?" I pulled from the hug.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you feel a little better about it?" His face was unsure as he asked.

"A bit yeah. Can we please get out if here though? It's kind of hot." I fanned myself. He nodded and opened the door. Just as we were coming out of the door the whole team was staring at us. I could feel all the blood rushing to my cheeks. I looked up at Spencer to see he was in the same position.

"What were you guys doing in there?" JJ teased with a huge grin.

"Will you guys *all* get your heads out of the gutter. He was trying to get me to get over my claustrophobia." I whined, wanting to immediately be off of the subject.

"Sure, I bet he definitely *helped*." Enily commented, poking my side as I walked by. I glared at the team, sitting next to Spencer again, leaning on his shoulder.

"Shut up, assholes." I smiled.

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid one shot

[darlingpeter]

try my luck.

here’s the long-awaited second part to i believe it could be, though it could be read as a stand-alone! eddie follows up on his promise and he and the reader have a good cute date night. the title comes from the song fool for love by lord huron, which i’ve been listening to a lot lately. 

pairing: pre-movie!Eddie Brock x reader

warnings: none, there be kissin

length: 1,864 words

part one - part three

Your heart raced as you stood in the hallway in front of Eddie’s apartment door.

You raised your fist to knock before quickly lowering it, taking a deep breath, and checking a text from Eddie one more time to make sure that you had the correct apartment number. 

Why were you so nervous? 

You had never been so wound up for a date before, at least as long as you could remember. Maybe part of it was because he was the Eddie Brock, who has traveled the world searching for truth and seeing all kinds of beautiful things in his travels. 

And he saw enough of that beauty in you that he wanted to take you out?

You blushed, far too excited to let self-doubt root itself in your fluttering stomach. In a moment of courage, you raised your fist once more to rap on the door a few times. You heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and after a moment, it opened, revealing an absolutely beaming Eddie. “Hey!” He greeted. “Come on in!” 

He ushered you inside the apartment, and you got to take a good look at the interior. There was a worn, comfy-looking couch and a coffee table opposite a TV, a small kitchen that looked like it had been recently cleaned, and a kitchen table with a closed laptop and a few piles of papers and notebooks. There were a few concert posters and news spreads framed on the walls, and you smiled. It wasn’t a cookie-cutter picture of the perfect apartment, instead it was lived-in and homey. Eddie noticed you looking around and grew sheepish, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I, uh, cleaned up a little bit. Sorry if it’s still a little cluttered.” He said nervously.

You grinned up at him. “It’s a really nice place, Eddie. It feels very you.” The tension in his shoulders lessened. It was comforting to know that he was at least a little bit as nervous as you were, and you found yourself relaxing as well. 

You sat down on the couch in front of the coffee table, where two plates of re-plated Thai takeaway were sitting. He had texted you earlier in the day to get your favorite order, but the lack of surprise didn’t make the gesture any less heartwarming. You heard the fridge door open and close as you were admiring the spread, and then Eddie was taking a seat next to you on the couch, holding a cold beer out to you. “As promised.” He said with a smirk.

You took it from him, cracking it open and taking a sip as he did the same. From there, the two of you grabbed your plates and tucked in, making small talk about the things that you had each done since you had seen each other last. Just like the last time you were in a position like this, conversation came easily, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself getting into a good flow and eventually telling Eddie about something that one of your friends did years ago that still made you laugh, pulling up the video proof you had of the incident and making him laugh so hard that he nearly choked on his drunken noodles. 

When the food was gone, you saw Eddie shift on the couch like he was going to begin cleaning up, but you quickly snatched both of the plates up and were halfway to the sink before he could make a noise of protest. “You’re hosting and bought dinner, I’ve got this.” You chirped, and he shook his head with a smile, grabbing the few empty bottles on the coffee table and following you into the kitchen to dispose of them. 

As you put the first plate into the drying rack, Eddie opened the fridge to get a couple more bottles, popping the caps off and putting one next to you on the counter. You drank as you finished the dishes, and by the time you were done, Eddie had thrown on some music and was leaning against the counter next to you, bobbing his head along to the Van Halen song that was playing softly in the background. 

“Don’t know if I took you for a classic rock type.” You teased as you drained the sink and hung the towel up to dry, glancing over to a retro-looking Def Leppard tour poster hanging on the wall, and he shrugged. 

“I listen to other things, but it’s always a good mood.” 

You grinned, drying your hands off, grabbing your half-full beer, and hoisting yourself up to sit on the island counter across from where he was leaning. “I’ll cheers to that,” You saluted, and he clinked the neck of his bottle to yours with a laugh.  

The two of you continued to chat, eventually moving back to the comfort of the couch. Eddie told you stories from his travels as you finished off the 12-pack in the fridge and sipped on a few fingers of whiskey that he had poured for you. He explained about a couple interesting encounters with locals when he was doing international work, and about a bad experience he had in a karaoke bar in Vegas when he was doing a story on the strip. The way he told stories had you completely transfixed, and you could tell that it was a skill that made him such a good reporter. You ended up pretty close to one another on the couch, you leaning into his side with your legs tucked under yourself and his arm around you, the other free to gesture as he talked. 

After the end of a particularly uplifting story about an experience he had in New York, your empty glasses sitting on the coffee table, he let out a sigh, sinking more into the couch and smiling down at you. “You know, you can tell me to shut up whenever you get sick of hearing my voice, right?.” 

“Why would I do that?” You asked, nudging him in the ribs with your shoulder.

“I don’t know, I don’t want you getting the impression that I’m just speaking to fill space, y’know? You’re just really easy to talk to.” You looked up at him to see a slight blush color his cheeks. 

Your face grew warm as well. “I’m not complaining,” you quipped. He chuckled, blue eyes drifting over your facial features in the moment of silence that followed. You found yourself doing the same, glancing down at his lips and feeling the air in the room electrify. You really wanted to kiss him.

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, Eddie was slowly beginning to move closer, eyes bright and alert for any sign that you didn’t want to take the step, but you didn’t give him the chance to misinterpret anything and pressed forward eagerly, capturing his mouth in a kiss. 

It was chaste at first as the two of you got a feel for each other, but it wasn’t long before his hand was coming up to cup your face. His mouth was opening to yours, letting you get your first real taste of him, and you could only imagine how much you tasted like booze, but you didn’t care because Eddie was kissing you in a way that you hadn’t been kissed in a long time.

The first time you pulled back for air, Eddie’s hands on your hips guided you to straddle his solid thighs and settle in his lap. You felt giddy as he pressed his mouth to you again, this time on the line of your jaw, and you sighed, keeping one hand on his chest while the other gently raked your nails through the hair at the back of his head. The action had him relaxing even further into you, gripping your hips and pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

You could only imagine how the two of you looked from an outside perspective going at each other like restless, horn teenagers, and the thought alone made you giggle breathlessly, tugging Eddie’s head away from where he was sucking a mark onto your neck to reconnect your lips, licking into his mouth and savoring the noise of contentment that he made in response. 

It wasn’t until you smoothed your hands down Eddie’s abdomen and tugged at the front of his belt that he pulled fully away from you, gently taking hold of your wrist and bringing your hand up to rest it on his stubbly cheek. “I don’t think that’s the best idea, sweetheart.” He said gently. “As much as I’d love to, I think we’ve both had a little too much to drink tonight to go farther than this.”

The look on your face must have made him nervous because panic bloomed in his eyes, and he took in a quick breath as if he was going to say something. You quickly silenced him with a peck to the lips and a smile, which he returned with a look of relief. “You’re right.” You said with a sigh as he nipped at your jaw. 

“I can make it up to you later, I promise,” He told you lowly, clearly having gotten his confidence back after he had set the boundary, hands smoothing over your lower back under the fabric of your shirt and leaning in to bite at your bottom lip. You kissed him back, trying to pour everything you could into it because he had just confirmed that he wanted to see you and do this again, and the idea alone had warmth blooming in your chest. 

The two of you continued to make out and stay cuddled together on the couch until a glance at your phone had you groaning. “It’s getting late, I’d better get out of your hair.” 

“I’ll get you an Uber.” He said, tapping at his phone for a minute before tossing it aside and pulling you in for another kiss. “And for the record, I really don’t mind having you in my hair.” He remarked, which made you laugh. 

You gathered your things and Eddie walked you to where the uber was waiting, your fingers intertwined with his. “Let’s do this again soon.” You told him, and he kissed you one more time as an affirmative. 

“Text me when you make it home, ok?” 

“I will.” 

He gave you one last beaming smile and squeeze of your hand before you got into the backseat of the waiting car, and he waved as it pulled away from the curb. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol left in your system, but you felt giddy about the way that the night had gone, and you were buzzing in excitement at the prospect of seeing him again.

“The two of you are really cute together.” The uber driver remarked, and she gave you a smile in the rearview mirror. You thanked her genuinely, smiling and blushing red.

As you looked out the window of the moving car, you couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something really good. You could just tell.

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as always, all reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated! i’m trying to work writing back into my regular routine because it’s something that i’ve missed, let me know if there’s something specific you want to see from me!

i’m currently working on an nsfw third part! if you are interested on seeing it here, please let me know! :-)

#eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #eddie brock #venom #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock fluff #eddie brock one shot #my writing

[twinkle-320]

The Climb

This is my submission for the Quote me on this challenge.  The quote I was given appears in the mood board below and is bolded in the fic.

This is my first fic on tumblr so I am a little nervous.  I tried really hard to keep it to 1000 words but admittedly went a bit over (1490ish 😬).

Since my writing is new you can Meet my MC here.

Song for this Drabble:  “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus

Warning: light language and suggestion of lemon

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Drake woke to the sun streaming in through the windows of the master suite in Valtoria. Blinking to adjust to the harsh light, he noticed the drapes had been pulled open and a breeze flowed in through the French doors that had been left a jar. When he turned to reach for his wife, instead of her warm, soft skin, he found a ball of fur where their corgi Fletcher lay sleeping in Riley’s spot. Pulling on the pajama bottoms he had left folded at the bottom of the bed, Drake slowly made his way to the balcony, stretching the sleep from his body.

Outside, as he suspected, he found Riley already dressed for the day, curled up on the comfy outdoor sectional with her usual chai in hand. What he hadn’t expected to see was the chaos she was surrounded by.

In her lap sat a textbook and a notebook in which she was furiously writing notes. On either side of her where multiple binders with color coded tabs, bursting at the seams with papers spilling out. An empty mug, presumably from an earlier chai, sat on the table surrounded by dozens of post-it notes, fabric swatches, and paint samples.

Leaning down to clear himself a spot, he pressed a kiss to her forehead before she even looked up and realized he was there. Drake laughed as she jumped in surprise. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, Marshmallow,” she replied, finally looking up and giving him a smile. 

“You’re up early.”

Riley sat down her pen and mug, and ran a gentle hand over her growing belly. “Bean decided to start kicking practice at the crack of dawn. I have so much to do, I figured I’d take advantage of the quiet.”

Drake lovingly placed his hand over hers and leaned down next to her belly. “You’re supposed to let Mommy sleep, Bean.”

Riley rolled her eyes playfully and ran her free hand affectionately through Drake’s hair as he kissed her belly. Drake had softened even more when they found out about the baby and it made Riley’s heart swell.

“So what’s all this?” he asked, sitting up gesturing to her organized chaos.

“Well...this,” she said patting the book in her lap, “is case study. I have a predictive memo due next week for my legal writing class. These binders are for duchy work...one is all the research for my tourism proposal that I have to get to Liam in the next day or so and the other is plans for the lantern festival that’s coming up.”

“And that mess?” he asked pointing to the table.

Riley laughed. “Random thoughts I’ve written down so I don’t forget...appointments, calls I need to make, baby names, nursery themes, plus some ideas for paint colors and design.”

“Hmmm, well, you are notoriously forgetful Nevin.”

 “I blame the baby.”

“Shhhh, don’t listen to her Bean,” he said leaning back to her belly. “She was plenty forgetful before you came along.”

Riley playfully nudged Drake away. “Baby brain is a real thing, Drake!” 

“Okay, okay...I believe you,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender.

“So...is there any chance you can help me with some of this? Maybe look over my tourism proposal or weigh in on nursery stuff. I’m starting to wish we knew if this little one was a he or she. I could design a kick-ass nursery in no time if I knew.”

“It’s not too late to find out, Nevin.”

“You know we can’t Drake. I’m sure Liam wouldn’t care but Bertrand...ugh, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard him say ‘One must follow all Royal protocol when one is carrying the Royal heir’. I almost recorded him to set it as my ringtone when he calls.”

“I don’t know how my sister puts up with him,” Drake said, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ll help however I can when I get home but I have to head to the capitol. One of the mares at the palace stable is due to give birth and I have to be there as part of my clinical rotation.”

Riley sighed. “Who’s bright idea was it for both of us to go back to school while running a duchy and having a baby?”

“I believe it was your idea, Your Grace,” Drake jested as he stood up and bowed. 

Riley swatted him on the ass. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Correction...I know I’m funny.” Drake leaned down and grabbed her pen and a stack of post- it’s, scribbling a quick note. “I’ve gotta go. But here is your top priority for the day.”

“Draaaakkke,” she whined, “I already have too much.”

“This will make it better.” Drake placed the note in her outstretched hand.

“Ask for help,” she read. “Drake, you know...”

“Yes...I know...I know you like to do everything yourself but you have Gladys and Hana here. Delegate and don’t try to be super woman; promise me.”

“Fine, I promise.”

After a quick shower, Drake threw on his scrubs and headed to the kitchen for coffee and a light breakfast to-go. Gladys was there conferring with one of the chefs and Drake took the opportunity to ask for her help with Riley’s to do list. Gladys was more than happy to offer assistance. With his coffee in hand, Drake grabbed his nap sack, tossed in an apple and one of the protein bars that Riley insisted were filling and waved on his way out the door. ——————————— Hours passed while Drake waited on the arrival of the foal. When he realized he wouldn’t be home for dinner, he had sent Riley a text. Judging by her brief reply, he was positive she was hard at work.

It was after 10 PM when he arrived home to find Gladys still in the kitchen. “Everything okay, Gladys? Shouldn’t you be off for the weekend by now?”

“I’m headed out now, sir. Just making some final notes on the lantern festival ball for the chefs.”

“So Riley let you help?”

Glady looked timidly toward the ground. “Well, sir...if by help you mean follow her around while she made plans and then handed me this completed binder, then yes...she let me help. I’m sorry, sir. I tried.”

“Don’t apologize. Where is she now?”

“She took supper in her study and has been there since.”

Drake thanked Gladys and saw her out before walking upstairs in search of his wife. Passing the nursery, he saw a soft glow of light and peeked inside. There were large bolts of fabrics all over the floor and 2x2 squares of 10 paint colors on the wall. Clearly Riley had been busy.

When he reached the study, he knocked and received no response; only the sound of her ‘thinking music’ playlist. He gently opened the door and saw Riley sound asleep with her head on the keyboard of her laptop. On her desk sat both her completed proposal and predictive memo. On the screen, there appeared to be a new proposal, half written before she nodded off. Drake rubbed gentle circles on her back and spoke softly not wanting to startle her; she was not pleasant to wake up.

“Mmm, Drake,” she groaned. “You’re home.”

“I am. Sorry it’s so late. So...should I even ask if you kept your promise?” Riley looked away without a word.  “I figured as much.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t over do it, I promise. I just...I guess I nodded off because I’m a little stressed.”

“I have the cure for that,” Drake said with a seductive smile.

Riley grinned at him. “You think that’s the cure for everything.”

“Am I wrong?”

“When it comes to that?...no. You certainly know how to make me forget my troubles.”

“So let’s go...I’ll relieve that stress and pleasure you till you forget all about to do lists.”

“I want to...I do, just...let me finish this proposal I started and...”

Drake pressed his lips to hers, interrupting her excuses. “Nevin...this is too much, you’re gonna burn yourself out. When are you gonna stop trying to do it all?”

“Don’t stop until you’re proud,” she replied, noticing the look of confusion on Drake’s face. “That’s what my mom used to say to me and Drew; don’t stop until you’re proud. She knew we’d feel better from accomplishing something than we ever would from giving up.”

“Asking for help is not the same as giving up, Nevin. It’s just a shared accomplishment.”

“I know, but...”

“No buts,” he said, reaching around her to close the laptop. “This will all be here tomorrow.” Drake swept her into his arms with ease and carried her toward their room. “Right now, I’m gonna ravish you till you’re screaming my name and forget your own, because that makes me proud.  I promise it will be much more satisfying than any proposal.”

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[justacouplebandfics]

You're like the sunshine in the lazy days of June (Jalex one-shot)

Description: Pure self-indulgent fluff because I'm feeling a bit lonely. Jack and Alex are lounging around on the tour bus on a chilly day in June.

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Alex's POV

It's June, the start of Summer, which means one day you're outside having a BBQ with your friends, and the next you're wrapped up in a jumper trying to remember what the sun looked like. Today, unfortunately, is the latter.

Yesterday was much the former- we all set up deck chairs outside the bus and had a couple drinks, and thinking it would stay that warm I went to sleep in just my boxers with the covers thrown out into the walkway. Unfortunately Mother Nature had other plans, and I woke up absolutely freezing, rolling over and pulling the curtain open I found out someone had nicked my covers in the night- I can't really blame them, I definitely would've done the same.

Blowing out a sharp breath to psych myself up I quickly push myself out of the mild warmth of my bunk and tip-toe jog over to the wardrobe, trying not to wake anyone up. Reaching in I grab the first pair of joggers and hoodie I can find, immediately putting them on, relishing the new found warmth.

I tip-toe back to my bunk to grab my phone, unlocking the screen to check the time- 7:00 A.M. I guess it serves me right for being so cocky with my sleeping attire, I decide there's no point going back to bed- I may as well make use of the extra time I have now with something productive. Heading into the front of the bus I make sure the door to the bunks is closed before putting the kettle on and getting out a mug and the stuff for a coffee. I lean against the counter as I wait for the water to boil, looking down I realise it's Jack's hoodie I'm wearing- I pull the neckline up over my nose and breath in his smell, wrapping my arms around myself.

"You're up early" Jack startles me from the doorway, making me jump a foot in the air. He chuckles as I take a couple deep breaths, walking over to me.

"I didn't hear you come in"

"Some of us are a bit quieter when we know people are still sleeping"

"Sorry" I sheepishly mumble, looking up at him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I'm only joking 'Lex, I was already half awake anyway, it's too damn cold to sleep" he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pressing his cold nose to my neck.

I giggle and pull away "Coffee?" I ask. He makes an affirmative noise and goes to sit down on the sofa, clearly still groggy from the lack of sleep.

I pull out a second mug as the kettle boils, making us both coffee and bringing it over to where Jack is sitting; I curl up at his side and he wraps one arm around me, the other holding the mug. We sit in silence for a while, drinking the coffee and adjusting to being awake.

"I didn't ask, why are you up so early?" Jack asks, braking the silence.

"Same as you, too cold" I look up at him, flashing him a smile, then looking back at the half empty mug "I was too hot last night so I threw off my covers, someone must've picked them up because they weren't there this morning." Jack chuckles, pulling me a bit closer into his side and rubbing my arm.

Finishing his coffee Jack sets his mug down on the small table in front of us, I follow suit, taking his now free hand in both of mine. I run my fingers over the callouses on his fingertips, built up over years of playing guitar, tracing every line and contour, completely losing myself in the motions. Jack nuzzles his nose into my hair, resting his cheek on my head, watching me, occasionally kissing the top of my head or closing his fingers around my hand.

It's not long before the rest of the guys start filtering into the kitchen, and then the lounge, flopping down on the couches, and when those are full, grabbing some cushions to sit on on the floor. I scoot over so I'm sat over Jack's lap, body on one side, feet on the other, so there's more room for other people on the couch, but there just isn't enough room for everyone to get a place.

It seems to have been unanimously and silently decided that today will be a non-day, with half the guys nursing a hangover from the night before and the other half feeling lazy we set about what movie to put on first. We take a vote and it only barely wins in favour of a new thriller that just came out- I'm not particularly fussed about what we watch but Jack seemed excited for it so I voted what he chose. Rian, Matt, and a couple of the crew guys groan and start making their way back to the bunks, heads far too pounding from last night to be watching it; the rest of us have a bit of a giggle about it, having taken it easy last night, and rearrange on the sofa so now everyone has a spot.

Jack's POV

A few movies in I started to tune out, I think everyone did- movie days are great in theory but I just don't have the attention span for it. I've been idly playing with Alex's hair instead for the last half hour or so, cherishing how he leans back into me when I scratch in just the right places, kinda like a dog I think to myself, letting out a giggle. Alex gives me a puzzled look, I just shake my head and kiss his forehead, looking back up at the TV to see if I can get back into the film, luckily Zach saves me.

"Right guys, this has been great but I can't watch any more films for like, a week" he says getting up from his spot on the couch, joints popping as he stretches. We all groan at the sound but follow suit, stretching out of the positions we've been sat in for the last who-knows-how-many hours.

My stomach rumbles loudly as I remember I haven't eaten anything yet, and neither has Alex, or, I assume, most of the guys "Who wants pizza?" I ask "I'm thinking about ordering some." At the mention of pizza the few remaining guys who hadn't joined us from the bunks came out, and I grab the laptop from the table while we all start deciding what to get.

One ridiculously large order later we all divvy up the respective pizzas and retreat to our own areas of the bus, having well and truly timed out our social timers for the day. Me and Alex settle into my bunk, sat cross legged on either end, heads slightly ducked to fit in, with the open pizza box set in between us.

We eat the first couple slices in silence, much like the coffee this morning, and then Alex starts off on a story he'd completely forgotten about Rian last night. He sets his pizza slice down, fully engrossed in telling the story, scooting over to my side of the bunk to lie down next to me; I pull the box up onto our laps, one arm around him, the other still going to town on the pizza, laughing along as he finishes up telling me about how Rian shot gun three beers in a row because he just couldn't do it right, spilling most of it down himself.

Uncomfortably full from the greasy pizza, I stand up and take the empty box to the kitchen so we can properly lie down in bed, when I get back Alex has ditched the hoodie and gotten under the covers instead. I take mine off too and scoot in next to him, wrapping him up in my arms.

"Wanna listen to some music?" he half-yawns, half-asks, shifting around to get his phone out of his pocket. I reach up to the little shelf in my bunk and grab my earphones, handing them to Alex.

"Anything specific?" I ask as he plugs them in.

"I didn't have anything in mind, do you?" I shake my head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hands me one of the earphones as he puts the other one in his ear. We lie back a bit more and get comfy, becoming a tangle of arms and legs while he hits shuffle on a playlist. I can feel the vibrations of him humming along against my chest, I lie my head back and look at the top of the bunk, encompassed in a shell of warm happiness.

I slowly trail my hand up and down his back as I feel him getting more and more relaxed against me, it's 11:00 P.M now, which is normally still relatively early for us, but having been awake since 7:00 A.M it felt much later, and warranted feeling so tired.

"'S okay if I sleep here tonight?" Alex mumbled, in a way that made me think even if I said no he'd already be asleep by the time I answered "Still dunno where my covers are."

I smiled and peppered the top of his head with kisses "Of course 'Lex."

"Night Jack."

I took the phone out of his pocket and paused the music, trying to put it on charge with the hand that wasn't under his head but giving up and placing it on the shelf instead. Kissing his forehead once more for good measure I settled back and shut my eyes "Night Alex."

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[unbealevable]

GOBLINS ➝ BECHLOE.

TAGGING ➝ Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell.

LOCATION ➝ Beca, Chloe and Amy’s apartment.

TIME FRAME ➝ 2/10, afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

NOTES ➝ Beca comes home to find Chloe and five new babies.

CHLOE BEALE

Although they’d smiled politely and thanked the woman who had come into the clinic mid-morning with a box of newborn, abandoned kittens, everybody had actually been kind of mad about it. For all she knew, their mom had simply gone to find food, and would return to find her kittens gone, but they were here now, and there was nothing they could do to reverse her actions—if the cat had returned, she would be long gone by now, and her babies wouldn’t smell like her anymore. This, of course, meant that they now had five helpless kittens to provide twenty-four hour care for, and without considering the shoebox she lived in, Chloe had jumped at the chance to volunteer.

After checking them all over, they all seemed to be in generally good health, and were each given tiny paper collars in different identifying colors—red, blue, green, yellow and purple—before being bundled into a new, bigger box with fresh blankets, and Chloe had been dismissed early to get them home and settled. Considering they couldn’t yet open their eyes properly, it wasn’t like they needed toys or food bowls or anything; the clinic provided her with plenty of kitten milk and syringes to feed them, then the rest was pretty much up to Chloe.

Navigating the city with a box of kittens proved to be a task, as did opening doors, but once they were safely out of the cold and closed away in the apartment, Chloe cleared a space by her side of the pull-out bed to settle their box, then set a timer for every two hours on her phone for scheduled feeds.

By late afternoon, changed out of her scrubs and into a standard winter comfort outfit of leggings and a sweater, Chloe sat cross-legged on the bed, pouting at the soft whines to ring from the box beside her as she scrolled through kitten care tips on her laptop. “I know, you’ll get more milk soon,” she cooed toward the box, leaning over to admire the tiny black and white blobs sprawled out in their makeshift bed.

BECA MITCHELL

Another day, another frustrating shift at the office. While Beca wasn't a fan of physical activity in general, she was low-key grateful for her studio commute as the musical  decompression time on the subway plus the several block power walk to and from her subway stops helped blow off some steam. So she wasn't in the worst mood by the time she got home, all things considered.

Especially because her apartment had heat. And food. And…

"Chloe?" Beca cast a confused wave at her roommate as she set her laptop bag down gently by the foot of the bed. Then she carefully removed her headphones from around her neck and shrugged off her blazer. "What's up, you okay? Are you sick or--"

The tiniest mewl interrupted Beca and her brow furrowed as she followed the sound toward the other side of the bed. "Uh, what…" Taking a few steps over, her hand flew to her mouth and barely muffled her gasp at the sight of the tiny creatures in the box. "Dude, oh my god!"

CHLOE BEALE

In hindsight, maybe Chloe should’ve texted her roommates to at least give them a heads up about the kittens, but she’d been kind of preoccupied all day, so the thought had just slipped her mind. It wasn’t until she heard the door opening that it registered to her, and Chloe bit back a grimace as she took in Beca’s reaction. She couldn’t tell if it was a good one or not.

“Before you say anything,” she began quickly, pushing her laptop aside to instead swing her legs over the side of the bed, body now facing the box. “They were abandoned. Some lady brought them to us this morning, and they don’t have their mom, so now someone has to take care of them until they’re big enough to take care of themselves.” Chloe pulled her lips inward. “Don’t make too much noise, okay? They’re really tiny, you might scare them.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca may have perfected her hard-ass exterior over the years, but while she held firmly to her belief that most people suck… she'd always had a soft spot for animals. Some of them even melted that badass persona right into mush. She couldn't help it. 

"Oh my god, okay." Beca kept her voice low and toed off her boots before lowering herself to sit on Chloe's side of the bed beside her. "Poor babies! They're so freakin' small, holy shit. I've never seen a cat that small." And there were five of them!

All of this information processed a little too slowly as Beca tried shaking off the shock and she cut Chloe a glance, blinking. "Wait. Does that mean we're taking care of them until they're big enough?"

CHLOE BEALE

Pleased that Beca at least didn’t seem angry, Chloe’s expression softened, and she glanced between the box of kittens and her best friend seated now beside her. “I know, they’re newborn,” Chloe explained, keeping her volume low so as not to wake the ones that were still sleeping. Technically, they all should be sleeping between feeds, but already some of them were a little more lively than the others. “We don’t know when exactly they were born, but it can’t be more than a couple days. You see how they can’t really open their eyes yet?”

Peering into the box, Chloe pulled in her lips again. “Umm, yes,” she nodded. “I mean, I’m taking care of them. It would be awes if you could help, but you don’t have to. They do need to be fed a lot, though… Every two to three hours, in fact.” Chloe paused, nose wrinkling as she shot Beca an apologetic look. “And that’s every two to three hours, including during the night.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca nodded without hesitating. “Shut up, nerdface. I’m not gonna let you do this shit by yourself--it sounds like a lot of work. And I’m here already. I’d be a dick if I let you do this all by yourself.” Not that Chloe needed to ask. Seriously, Beca never thought twice about helping Chloe, that’s how it had always been. She caught her lower lip between her teeth for a bit, seemingly losing her restraint. (At least she didn’t let out the squeal. She had a cool image to maintain.) “So can I hold one??”

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe knew Beca was a softie for animals—who wasn’t?—but she still felt a certain sense of relief in response to her reaction. It was much better than she’d expected, considering they were going to have a lot of sleepless nights ahead of them. But Beca was her best friend, and Chloe knew that she’d always have her back, so it really shouldn’t have surprised her.

Her lips relaxed into a warm smile. “You can, but you have to be extra careful, okay? In fact…” she paused, picking up her phone to check the time. “They’re due another feed really soon, maybe you could feed one or two of them?” Pushing herself up from the bed, Chloe bounced toward the small kitchen, then directly to the fridge to grab the kitten milk. “There are a couple syringes by the box, grab those and we can fill them. Feeding them is so cute, Bec. They make the sweetest little suckling noises.”

BECA MITCHELL

“Oh, um--sure!” Her reply tinged with a sudden injection of anxiety. “They’re so freakin’ small,” she noted as she peered into the box once again. “What if I accidentally crush it or something?” Beca wrinkled her nose, knowing the concern was likely a dumb one--she had pretty small hands, after all. While Chloe set up the milk, Beca hurried to change into her pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, wanting to get comfy before handling the baby kittens.

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe chuckled quietly as she got to work on carefully heating a saucepan of water. “You won’t. They’re also less fragile than they look… But I mean, don’t, like, squeeze them or anything,” she frowned, focus on preparing everything she needed. While Beca changed, Chloe set a fresh container of milk into the pan, keeping the heat low, before shuffling back toward the bed to plop back down into her previous position.

Grabbing the small notebook she’d been recording their feeds (and other habits) in throughout the afternoon so far, Chloe pulled it into her lap, opening it up to scan over her earlier notes. “I’m guessing you’ve never fed a kitten before?” she questioned, lifting her gaze toward Beca. A shot of excitement ran through her at the idea of getting to teach her something, even if it was just how to syringe feed, so Chloe wasn’t going to waste any time, and leaned down to carefully scoop up the first meowing kitten.

“This one’s name is Green for now,” she said in a soft voice, pulling her hand close to her chest and glancing down toward the black and white blob with a small, contented smile on her lips. “They’re all named after the colors on their collars,” Chloe hummed, reaching out with her finger to delicately stroke over the kitten’s tiny head. “Do you want to hold him? His milk isn’t ready yet, but I bet he still loves cuddles.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca had to bite back her smile as she watched Chloe go into vet mode, writing her notes and analyzing the situation. “Nope. Can’t say I have, Dr. B. Good thing I’ve got you to teach me.” Pride shined in Beca’s eyes as she watched her best friend handle the kitten with such gentle care. Chloe would be an incredible vet, and it was super awesome she found something she had so much passion for and could make a career out of it.

“Green,” Beca repeated, a slight smirk twisting on her lips. “Like the Green Goblin. Dope.” Her spine snapped straighter when Chloe asked if she wanted to hold him, and she couldn’t resist shooting Chloe a sheepish smile as she made grabby hands toward the baby. “I’ll be real careful. Promise.” She carefully helped transfer the kitten into her hands, gasping as she brought him against her chest. (Mindful of her sore nippes, as always lately. Thanks, Stacie.)

“Hey there, little dude!” Beca whispered, carefully stroking the soft fur on his back before dropping a kiss to his head. “I’m Auntie Beca.” Well, so much for not getting attached. 

CHLOE BEALE

It was perhaps kind of pathetic, the way Chloe’s entire body would tingle with pride whenever Beca called her that particular name. To be more relatable to their clients, everybody just used each other’s first names at the clinic, so she only really got the doctor title at home, but it always made her feel incredibly warm.

“Yes, exactly like the Green Goblin,” Chloe grinned, the reference going entirely over her head. “There’s also a Red Goblin, a Yellow Goblin, a Blue Goblin and a Purple Goblin.” Her gaze was down on the kitten, but glancing over to see Beca so eager and excited made Chloe’s heart flutter in the strangest way. She couldn’t resist cracking a bright smile in response. “I trust you, Bec.”

Cautiously handing him over, Chloe watched the way Beca interacted with the kitten, and did all she could to bite back her grin. “Auntie Beca,” she giggled quietly, reaching out to run the pad of her finger over Green’s head again. “He’s so cute, right? He’s definitely one of the more lively ones already. He has one brother, Blue,” she explained as she rose from the bed to go check on the milk. “Then the rest are girls. Do any of the others look like they’re awake?”

BECA MITCHELL

"He's so freaking small," Beca marveled, continuing to card her fingers in what she hoped was a soothing rhythm through his fur. While Chloe tended to the milk, Beca peered back into the tiny kitten box. "Um… it's hard to tell since their eyes are all still closed but it looks like purple's squirming around a little." Beca refocused her attention on the green collared baby in her hands, hitching her voice up an octave in an uncharacteristically gooey sort of way. "You hungry, buddy? Dr. B's fixing you up some grub right now."

CHLOE BEALE 

Careful not to let the milk get too warm, Chloe pulled the container from the pan, testing a small drop on the back of her hand like regular baby milk. “Oh, really? That’s good, Purple has been the least lively so far,” she commented, turning off the heat and bringing the milk back over to the bed with her. Although she really wanted to say something about Beca’s adorable baby voice, she held it back, and instead just grinned as she reached for two of the syringes.

“You can feed Green while I feed Purple?” she suggested, carefully measuring out the correct amount of milk into the first one, then set it down on the bed beside Beca. She did the same with the second, before reaching into the box to scoop up Purple, the obvious runt of the litter. “Hi, baby,” she cooed, bringing the smallest kitten up to her face to take a look. “I don’t think your brothers and sisters let you get much milk from your mama, huh?” Chloe pouted, setting the kitten down in her lap on her back legs with her hand securely holding her upright.

“Okay, so this is how you feed them,” Chloe began, grabbing the closest filled syringe and guiding it toward the kitten’s mouth. “Nice and gentle,” she just above whispered, finger pushing delicately on the plunger. “You just do one little drop at a time, otherwise they might not be able to swallow it properly.” Chloe watched the kitten for a moment, then glanced toward Beca. “You try.”

BECA MITCHELL

“Just you wait,” Beca said, eyeing the tiniest of the litter. The ‘runt’ or whatever. “Purple’s gonna be the toughest cat there’s ever been. Small and scrappy as fuck. Nobody’s gonna dare mess with her.” Was Beca projecting? Nope. Not even a little bit.

She paid close attention to Chloe’s kitten feeding process, only getting somewhat distracted by how adorable she--it was, her whole… vet thing. She’d always been a good teacher (especially when it came to choreography), but helping Beca learn how to care for newborn kittens was pretty damn cute. 

“Here we go, Goblin. Milk time.” Gentle as ever, she repositioned the kitten and held up the syringe, pressing out one drop for him. She brightened when the tiniest pink tongue poked out to lap it right up. Beca giggled. “Delicious, huh? Here ya go, have another drop.” Beca remained hyper focused on the kitten, feeding him one drop at a time. She figured Chloe would stop her when he had enough.

CHLOE BEALE 

“Small and scrappy,” Chloe echoed, brows rising playfully. Beca was totally describing herself. “She’s gonna have to be scrappy when they start sharing a milk bowl, I think Red is going to be super greedy. She’s already the biggest, and she really, really loves her milk,” Chloe chuckled quietly, glancing toward the open page in her notebook.

Although focused on feeding Purple, she couldn’t help but let her gaze drift toward Beca, at first watching to make sure she knew what she was doing, but then lingering, because there was something almost irresistibly adorable about Beca Mitchell syringe feeding a tiny kitten.

Not that Chloe would ever think of her best friend as irresistible in any other instance, of course.

“This is cute now,” she hummed, gaze moving toward Purple again. “But how do you think you’ll feel about it when we have to wake up every two hours during the night?” Chloe paused then, sending Beca an apologetic look. “I really can figure something else out. Maybe Amy will switch beds with me until they’re a little bigger and don’t have to have regular night feeds?”

BECA MITCHELL

“Well Purple’s gonna have to show Red who’s boss. I believe in her.” Beca cast Chloe a quick smirk before refocusing her attention on her little Green Goblin, who was basically the most adorable creature Beca had ever seen. 

“I’ll make it work,” Beca said with a shrug. Though honestly, if literally anyone else in the world asked Beca to deal with waking up every two hours for at least a few weeks, she’d laugh in their face. Chloe… played by a different set of rules. (She always had.) “I mean, how many chances will I get to raise baby kittens like this? It’s pretty awesome.” She pulled a grimace at the suggestion, shaking her head. “Oh god, please no. Waking up every two hours is cake compared to sharing a bed with Amy. She’ll dutch oven me to death.” 

CHLOE BEALE

The apologetic expression melted into something more appreciative, with Chloe shooting Beca a small, genuine smile. “Thanks, Bec,” she nodded, turning her focus back to the feeding kitten again. “I’m just worried you’ll be tired at work. I’m gonna bring them to work with me and come home between classes,” Chloe explained, tip of her pointer brushing soothingly over Purple’s head. “I can also weigh them and stuff at work, and I bet some of the others will help out there, too. It was weird that nobody seemed to want to take them, though.” Her nose wrinkled, though she shook off the thought; Chloe had always been the first to jump at the chance to help, after all.

Glancing toward Beca, Chloe motioned to her chest, gaze instinctively dropping for the briefest of moments, though she quickly picked it back up again. “Still sore?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I’ll figure it out,” Beca muttered. “I can always hook myself up to a coffee IV at work, it’s fine.” She cast Chloe a tight-lipped smile before glancing back down to the kitten lapping at the milk droplet. “He seems like he’s worth it. They all do.” She peered over the side of the bed into the box of the three remaining kittens, all who seemed to be asleep at the moment. 

She blinked at Chloe’s question, following her gaze and puffing out a chuckle. Her cheeks warmed and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s been a rough week. Tattoos are healed up by now but this sucks so far.” Beca sighed. “They’ll get better I guess. Eventually.” 

CHLOE BEALE

“True,” Chloe shrugged, cracking a grin. “Sounds very healthy.” In spite of everything, she wasn’t trying to talk Beca out of it. In fact, she was very grateful for the help; it felt like a strangely nice bonding activity of some kind, taking care of the kittens together. While she watched Beca and Green from the corner of her eye, Chloe’s gaze drifted toward the box, sad smile tugging at her lips. “They do. I just feel bad for their mom. Their real mom,” she corrected, lifting the kitten up to talk in a baby voice, “I guess we’re your foster moms now, huh?”

Being careful not to let her gaze slip again, Chloe only nodded to Beca’s response. “Mm, when I got my navel piercing it bled for a whole week.” She paused, a look of horror creasing onto her face. “Wait, they’re not… bleeding, right?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I mean, captaining the Bellas for three years was pretty much like herding cats most of the time anyway. This shouldn’t be much different.” Beca’s heart cracked with empathy when Chloe mentioned the kittens’ mother, but then thumped harder at Chloe uttering the phrase foster moms. Like--both of them, doing this together. 

She wrinkled her nose with sympathy and shook her head. “No, no bleeding. They’re just, like--super fucking sensitive? Especially in the shower. Yikes.” Beca winced. “I guess they’re not as sore as a few days ago, so that’s good.”

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe giggled at the mental image, head nodding along in agreement. “I guess. Kittens are crazy, though. Like, even more than the Bellas. Especially when they get a little bigger and want to run around all night.” She really had gotten them into something here, but there was something exciting about it too, sharing this big task, and Chloe couldn’t quite put her finger on exactly what.

Her eyes immediately shot back toward the kitten, because Beca totally didn’t mean that kind of sensitive, but Chloe’s mind began to race somewhere it definitely shouldn’t. “Mm,” she hummed nonchalantly, keeping herself busy with shaking the syringe a little bit to keep Purple awake. “Then they’ll be better in no time. Be thankful you’re not a cat, if you were then the kittens would be suc—” She caught herself, trailing off and pulling the syringe carefully away, before settling the kitten down on its belly. “Gonna let your brother and sisters have some now, pretty girl?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I dunno, dude… drunk Bellas might be on that level.” She chuckled, a few specific college memories flashing in front of her eyes. (Literally flashing, in Stacie’s case.) Green Goblin yawned and licked his lips once more. Beca snickered. “Speaking of--are you milk drunk, buddy? You look like you’re ready for a nap.” 

Beca’s eyes popped wide and she blinked at Chloe, amusement twisting up the corners of her mouth as she scrunched up her nose yet again. “You’re such a weirdo,” she reminded Chloe for what must’ve been the ten thousandth time throughout their friendship. “Yeah, let’s switch it up. I’ll take Red.”

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TITLE: red nails Inspired by:  let’s dress up and go for a ride (taekook) Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Rating: R18+ Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 4,249 Trigger Warning/s & Additional tags: Soft Dom Jungkook, Dom Reader, Jungkook has a thing for nail polish, Cockwarming,  Cross-posted on: AO3/dtgloss

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∟ unbeta-ed ∟ inspired by my previous work let’s dress up and go for a ride (taekook). this is a mxr version + revamped with additional smut scenes ∟  first jungkook x reader fic pls be nice

Two weeks before halloween found you and Jungkook arguing over lunch in your shared apartment that fits just right for the two of you. you both loved parties, especially themed ones. Jeongguk loves dressing up for them, and you love taking the costumes off of him.

Currently, however, ten minutes before you are almost tempted to pull up a whole powerpoint presentation of how the two of you can synchronize your halloween costumes, you go into a full debate about it.

“I can be Ariana Grande from the God is a Woman music video.” you attempt to propose, setting down your milk on the table, gesturing with your hands in the air, animatedly outlining the costume you had in mind

“And what would I be?” Jeongguk replies, almost exasperated. So far you have made failed attempts for your costumes because ‘we need to be a pairing’. “I’m not fucking dressing up as his boyfriend.” Jungkook adds, almost fearful and disgusted at your proposition.

“Even better. you can be the earth. I can ride you and finger you.” you beam as if what you just said was appropriate costumes for a halloween party.

Granted, no one judges costumes at halloween parties, free reign, and freedom and all, but Jeongguk knows Namjoon would mind if the two of you entered his party with you in his Ariana Grande-glory on top of Jeongguk, ‘fingering’ him. Jeongguk also could not quite picture it in his head how they are going to pull the stunt up.

“Hoseok would close the door in our face when he sees us with that absurd costume and after seeing us doing that.” Jeongguk deadpans. He is almost sure Hoseok would not even dare open the door in the first place.

“Ah I know!” Jeongguk lights up, catching your attention. Interest piqued, you give attention to the suggestion that is about to come. “How about we come as Hyuna and E Dawn?” He grins.

“Cute. But I think Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok will already go as Triple H. Nice try honey bun sugar plum pumpy yumpy yumpkin.” you shot the idea down. Truthfully, in you’s defense, their other friends already made dibs on the group as their pegs for the halloween party.

“Damn.” Jeongguk pouts.

you two finished lunch with a failed attempt at finalizing their halloween costumes. you have already left for his late afternoon classes and Jeongguk is left at home, being blessed with a free cut from his only class for the day. you grumble how some (read: Jeongguk) does not deserve free classes and halloween costumes.

While you endured your classes, Jeongguk did not fail to entertain you with silly and some serious suggestions for your halloween costumes, often paired with photos (for emphasis, he said). You shoot them down saying ‘Namjoon would hate you’ or a blatant ‘boring’.

The messages slowed down but you have been receiving glimpses from Jeongguk’s uneventful afternoon. The only time Jeongguk has ever stood up from his area on the sofa was to pee (and that was almost forced and done as a moral obligation because he is a human being with responsibilities that include taking care of his health) and fetch food from the cupboard.

Jeongguk has been sending you messages throughout the movie he’s watching such as:

Wanna go as Iron Man and Jarvis? Wanna go as Wanda so you can use your mind power and make me do things? Oooh baby we can go as Trump and America so you can fuck me up.

The next day, with your halloween plans still undecided, passed by and it’s almost night and you have yet to come back from your shift at the music store inside the campus.Jungkook knows for sure that cursed shift ended almost two hours ago and you missing from their little apartment only means that you are currently in the middle of doing something that requires NOT having Jeongguk’s input and must be done WITHOUT Jeongguk’s knowledge. Jeongguk has been typing his rapid text messages to you when you keyed in and let yourself in through your apartment, bag and a paper bag on your right hand. You had this sheepish smile and glint in your eyes plastered that tells Jeongguk something is definitely up. He just contemplates if it has something to do with their ongoing halloween costumes agenda. He also hopes it does not affect his costume.

“Neulbin asked me to do an extra hour because he had an emergency and then I dropped by the pharmacy.” you share, putting away your bag and set the paper bag under their coffee table.

“I did not say anything.” Jeongguk snorted.

“you were going to.” you chide.

“What’s that?” Jeongguk asks, pointing at the paper bag.

“Something I need.”

Jeongguk drops the topic as you obviously will not let him see a glimpse of the item and proceeds to bring two bowls of katsudon to the living room for your dinner.

A week before the halloween party, the two of you are still undecided and uncoordinated in your halloween costumes. Even your friends had to butt in and contribute to the discussion, and Seokjin even said something about reusing old costumes and, forbid him for even spewing it out, just come as you are.

Jeongguk comes home three days before the party to a different scenario. The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the air conditioning and low humming from somewhere in the room. He knew you were supposed to be home from morning classes earlier than him. True to his suspicion, you have been abnormally quiet and focused on the task at hand, literally and figuratively.

you were sat on the sofa, one leg propped on the coffee table which supports your hand, as you focus on painting your left hand a deep red. Jeongguk watches as you move to be more careful as your right hand has already been painted the same red color and the air condition and atmosphere of the apartment has already been laced with the strong scent of the nail lacquer.

Jeongguk sets his stuff on the side quietly as not to disturb the trance which you have been put into. your eyelashes flutter when you blinks away the tiredness and the stiffness from when you have been sitting on that damn sofa for two hours now to paint your nails.

“Busy?” Jeongguk mumbles as he leaned towards you from his position on the arm of the sofa.

“Mhm.” you mumble. Jeongguk figures he won’t be given much attention from his lover so he proceeds to the kitchen. He also failed to get a proper response from you when asked what you wants for dinner, only getting faint responses.

Jungkook was sitting beside him on the sofa with his laptop resting on the coffee table when you finally gave him his undivided attention. “Are you done now?” Jeongguk asks.

“Yes. But it’s still wet so I can’t touch anything or it will mess up.” you pout, your hands splayed on your lap, the red paint obviously wet with how it glimmers under the light. Jeongguk notices how your dewy skin contrasts with the red nail polish, the color pleasing for the eyes. For him. you notice the way Jungkook stares at your hand, or your thighs bare with the shorts you always wear at home. Jeongguk has always had the habit of zoning off, staring at something as his mind reels with thoughts.

you start scooting closer to Jeongguk, watching how the younger is still zoned off but now has his eyes planted on his laptop screen, at the photos he’s currently editing. You carefully plant his hand on Jeongguk’s arms, careful of your clothes or movements to not to mess up your newly painted nails. You knew Jeongguk is off his daze and is now just blatantly /trying/ to ignore your teasing hand and gaze from his peripheral view.

you drop your hand that was on Jeongguk’s arm on his thighs instead, running it up and down slowly, still careful, to gently and expose a bit of the younger’s skin from the shorts he’s wearing.

“Baby, entertain me. I’m bored and I can’t do anything.” you pout, rubbing your cheeks on Jeongguk’s shoulders as if to resemble a cat.

“What do you want to watch?” Jeongguk asks, his voice sounding restrained and still taking glances at your hand on his thighs, dangerously close to his inner thighs and his crotch.

“I don’t want to watch anything.” you reply. Jeongguk risks a glance at you, knowing what you’re is implying. He leans back on the sofa, stretching his back and neck to stop it from being stiff. He stares at you before kissing you on your cheek, then your lips before staring at the hand on his thighs. The two of you do not mention the slight bulge in Jungkook’s shorts and probably of the fact that you’re not doing any better.

After a few seconds Jungkook stands up, pulling you with him. The younger leads the way to the bedroom and you had this glint in your eyes. The younger was cautious with your still wet painted nails when he carried you once you reached the bed, wrapping your thighs around his waist before he kneels on the bed, inching towards the headboard. He gently lays you down and you almost forgot to stop your hand from touching your comfy duvet and pillows and ended up messing up your painted nails.

Jeongguk’s eyes and lips were gentle as he looked at you and kissed your lips a few times and your neck but his hands were quite rough when he starts inching up your shirt, exposing your stomach, to where he travels down to plant more kisses, catching your skin there in between his teeth. He starts moving south and eventually pulls the band of your shorts to expose more skin and your prominent hip bones that have always been at the receiving end of bruises from Jeongguk’s lips.

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on you, seeing you still trying not to mess up your painted nails and be pliant for Jungkook. When you sneak your hands to your stomach which is dangerously close to clutching Jungkook’s hair, he warns you, “you don’t get to touch me.” He warns before completely pulling off you shorts and boxers off of you.

You struggle to keep your hands on his side, planted outwards to keep it untouched. Jungkook flutters kisses across your hips, down to your thighs and inside each of them. He guides your thighs to open for him and position himself in the middle, granting better access for him.

“Shirt off please, baby.” you whisper. Jungkook plants a kiss on your skin near your core before kneeling up to take his shirt off. you catch a whip of the faint perfume too soft mixed with Jungkook’s natural scent. He leans back down, this time getting nearer to your crotch before kissing down your core. you curse as your fingers twitch and almost mess up the duvet.

Jungkook continues to mouth at your core, from where you are ticklish on your hip bones down to your hole and uses his hand to smother your thighs and grip it when you start twitching and moving. He takes you little by little, hearing you release gasps and whimpers above him, hands struggle to stay still. you already look spent as your hand almost has a mind of its own, slightly raised in the air but trying and almost failing to keep it away from Jungkook. In the end you end up touching the back of Jungkook’s shoulders almost too softly that Jungkook almost missed noticing it being there.

“Please, just here.” You whispers, running your hand that was almost painted dry on the younger’s shoulder blades.

Too soon you reached your climax, coming down Jungkook’s mouth, and the younger was quick to lap up what you give him. You struggle with your whole body not to grip Jungkook’s hair and push him down, and your feet stretch on Jungkook’s bare lower back, resulting on your toes tucking in inside the waistband of the younger’s shorts, your feet touching the soft skin on Jungkook’s ass.

Jungkook starts moving up, leaving a trail of kisses up your body in his wake and you keep your foot on the waistband of the younger’s shorts and hold it there. Jungkook grasps your plan and lets you take his shorts for him as he makes his way up your body, tucking his head on your neck.

You faintly push at the younger’s shoulders, shifting and pushing him back down on the mattress, switching positions. You start going down on Jungkook, kissing the younger earnestly, who has now been undressed completely, his shorts and boxers kicked off minutes ago.

“I’ll take care of you.” You whispers to the younger before taking his length in your hand.

you knew the younger had this picture in his mind ever since you painted your nails red and had Jungkook’s hands on your thighs a while ago. “Look baby.” You call the younger’s attention when Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling and having your attention on his aching crotch. Jungkook flutters his eyes open and looks down on your hand tight on his length, moving up and down.

He watches your red painted nails glisten under the light wrapped around him, mixed with the feeling of being touched. you move in between his thighs and starts leaning down, supporting your body with his elbows.

“Watch baby.” You hum to Jungkook before collecting the precome on the tip of his length with a finger that’s newly painted and catching it on his tongue as you lap on the precome. Jungkook curses and he hears a faint chuckle from you that he’s sure he made up if he did not feel your chest shake a bit before you take him back in your mouth completely.

you made sure that the younger has a sight of your hand wrapped around him still and your mouth working the head. Jungkook comes deep in your throat, as you keep on taking everything he gives.

It’s only when Jungkook woke up again at eleven in the evening that he realized he fell asleep naked, courtesy of the duvet covering your naked bodies. He also realized you did not have your daily discussion of your halloween costumes.

“Alas! The two have decided!” Seokjin screams when he caught sight of Jungkook and you nearing the area where your group of friends is situated.

The two of you ended up wearing a Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy costume that Jeongguk had to restrain himself when he saw you wearing fishnet stockings and short shorts. The night went by with the rest of your friends in your half messed up costumes including the two of you, and occasional gropings from each other, with you whispering promises to him for when you get home later in the ass crack of dawn.

As promised, Jungkook ended up undressing you in the living room of your apartment but leaving on the fishnet stockings and platform boots for when he fucked you four rounds into the next Saturday, with a special request to see his red painted nails. Jungkook pulls away from you, panting from your heavy make out session. You notice him contemplating as he shifts on his position in front of you. “Are you too tired?” You asked him, your hands caressing the length of his hair. “Was just thinking babe.” He whispers in your ear. “Wanna make you paint your nails again, maybe black? Turns me on that you can’t use your hands or else you’ll mess up your pretty nails. But I don’t think I can wait while you paint them so pretty.” He mumbles into the skin of your neck, his breath tickling you. Your hands continue to roam down to his neck, then his piercings that he didn’t take off. “Wait here.” You move to sit up to the side of the bed, having to straddle one of his thighs as you stand up, foregoing a top and decidedly, you walk out of the room with your arms covering your bare chest. Jungkook thinks his cock twitched at the thought of you walking around the apartment naked. You come back to Jungkook with a clear nail polish on your hand, smirking at him. Before settling back down to the bed, you quickly grab the red stilettos you threw on the far corner of the room, and you quickly stumble out of your boots and fitting the heels on you. “You spoil me.” He tells you. He stayed seated on where you left him, outstretched arms behind him to support his upper half as he leaned back. You eye his toned body on your bed and can’t resist to pad closer to him, making sure the heels don’t ruin the sheets on your way. Once you reach him, you absentmindedly drop the nail polish beside you and gently pushes him down till he’s completely laid back down on the bed. He was sat closer to the headboard, so he adjusts his position, his bulge touching your core when his hips raise from the bed from the movement. He blindly grabs the pack of condoms he probably prepared while you were preoccupied with the nail polish and handed them to you. You take it from his hand and he makes a sound as you throw it behind you, forgotten and soon to be untouched. “I love your sexy brain so much.” He gently grabs your hair, pulling you down to him and slots our lips together. From his action, your hips raises from where you’re straddling him, and your back is arched, showing off your wide hips and thick thighs better. You’re strung out from all the foreplay and dragging out. You support yourself on one hand and the other roams down to Jungkook’s body, palming his member that lays completely hard and curled up on his stomach, down to your own crotch and you wince at your own sensitivity. “I like it when you take charge.” He grins at you, groping your ass. “I am always in charge.” You huff, sitting up and you rub the head of his cock on your entrance, before sinking down to it. “I missed this.” He sighs as you settle with your hips on his. “We fucked yesterday.” You inwardly curses, almost forgetting your plan with all the comments Jungkook has been dropping. “Now stay pretty for them baby, I’ll just do something real quick.” You find a comfortable position and reach for the nail polish you dropped a while ago. “Oh fuck.” Jungkook groans upon realizing what your plan is. His hand stays on your hips, then down to your thighs, rubbing them. “This won’t take long compared to colored nail polish, don’t worry.” You hush him. He remains in his position, and he didn’t think far on what he could do while you’re busy with your preparations. Without much thinking, his hand absent mindedly roams up your stomach and gropes your chest, startling you and you jerk around him. He hisses at the sensation as you slightly tighten around his length. “Good?” You ask him but your focus is still on your nails. You’re almost done but you act as if it would take longer. “Fucking good baby.” He groans. “Faster.” You ignore him. “Please.” “Just a little bit more, babe.” You mumble. You cap the nail polish, reaching over to the bedside drawer to get it out of the way before examining your own nails. Jungkook huffs, completely aware you’re purposely prolonging it. “Wanna see?” You ask him, smirking, gesturing to your hand. He rolls his eyes but he takes them, gently examining your hand although he only needs to see your nails. “Pretty.” He mumbles on your hand, softly massaging them but avoiding the drying polish. He kisses your palm then your fingers. You let your free hand move from his face, your finger trailing down his nose and his lips. “Does the smell of nail polish turn you on or…” You chuckle at him. “No, babe. I love seeing your pretty fingers all colored nicely.” You stretch on your position, slightly moving Jungkook’s length inside you. “Can we take a picture?” You ask, eyes wide. Jungkook can never say no to you, so he moves to grab your polaroid from one of the drawers. You used to take photos and even videos of your intimate moments with your phones, but Jungkook fears someone going through them and seeing you in those photos. You’re surprised when he goes home one day with the polaroid and even more at the reason why he made the purchase. Since then you’ve had quite the collection of mature photos. Jungkook takes two photos of you. In one of them; you were looking behind the camera— you look at Jungkook as your hands covered your chest. The photo is modest and it keeps your chest from being seen. The other, however, is daring. He snaps the photo as you remove your arms from your chest, supporting yourself on his stomach which makes you push your breasts together.

Jungkook sets the polaroid down, clearing his throat. “I’m about to fall asleep.” He pouts. “That’s too bad, I’m about to fuck you.” You grin down at him, proving your words to be true as you give him pleasure when you move your hips.

Jungkook moans deeply that it resonates around the room. He takes control of your hips, not letting you rest back down as he moves you to his own accord, your knees planted on each side of his hips. He penetrates deeper as he pairs your movement with his own, pushing him deeper into you.

You cup his head and kisses him softly, going from soft pecks to gentle bites on his lips as he takes charge of fucking you.

Jungkook goes slow, dragging the pace and alternates them with fast paced movements before slowing down, making sure to plunge deeper into you.

“I-i’m close.” You whisper.

“Fuck me. You fuck me so good.” He tells you.

You gasp, moving instead to mouth on his right cheek, keening as he drives you up until you’re almost sure you’d snap, but he drags slow, calming his pace just before you hit your climax. You decided to take charge, fixing yourself on your knees before riding him properly, your bottom lip drags across his cheek as you forego kissing. He lets you move on your own until you finally drive the both of you over your climax. You continue dragging your pace, until you drive yourself to oversensitivity.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans as you tighten around him.

You pull him out, hissing at the way your sensitive thighs become in touch with his half hard cock. You stay on your knees, crawling backwards until your head is keening at his stomach, closer to his hips. You kiss the area where you know he’d be ticklish, then you press light kisses to the head of his dick, twitching at your ministrations— doing so with Jungkook piercing his eyes at you while you focus at the task at hand.

You slowly position yourself beside him, your front to the bed and letting the cold air touch your bare back.

You reach the bedside lamp to turn it off, and right as you clicked the little button, Jungkook moves to his side to face you, hand on your hips.

“Baby, are we done?” He whispers to you. He caresses your ass, occasionally squeezing them and pulling your cheeks apart.

“I don’t know, are you?” You ask as you felt his hand slowly creep its way into your core, his finger gliding easily through your folds, combined with the wetness pooling down there from your previous activity.

“I still have to clean you, my princess.” He chuckles. Perhaps his way of cleaning only includes his hand that is currently collecting the wetness on your folds. However, instead of ‘cleaning’ them, you feel him use the pads of his fingers to spread the wetness more, before using two fingers to spread your folds and repeating his actions.

“I love you so much. My feisty, little angel.” He whispers to you.

You think you’re on the brink of sleep that you won’t even come for the second time. His touch turns you on but you have been exhausted that you could fall asleep.

“I think I’m asleep.” You tell him.

“You’re still talking to me so you’re not asleep. But come here.” He turns you around so you’re facing him, putting your leg to wrap around his waist and your arm around him. His hands act like they’re connected to your ass, and you tell him as such.

“They’re like my babies. My stress balls. Can’t sleep without them.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” You kiss him but you had your eyes closed so whatever you aimed at you probably will miss his lips. Luckily he was aware of your action and took it upon himself to slot your lips together.

“Want to sleep like this?” He asks you.

“Hm. Keep on touching me.” You hum against him and he nods slightly, keeping his fingers down your core, softly massaging your folds, lulling the both of you to sleep.

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Chapter Seven

Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1878

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this one! :) (picture credit)

“What else do we need?” Tyler asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at the grocery list that was in your hands.

“Chips, salad, and you specifically requested that we get cookies. After that, we should have everything on this list.”

Although today was supposed to be your lazy day, you and Tyler had decided to go out and run some errands. It was something that the two of you enjoyed doing together, even if it wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world.

“Where should we start?”

“The chips and cookies are right down here, so let’s get those out of the way.”

Tyler turned your cart down the aisle and headed towards the chips. You had barely gotten a few steps into the aisle when two teenage girls turned in your direction, their eyes going wide.

“Oh my god, it’s Tyler Joseph,” one of them said quickly before throwing a hand over her mouth.

The two girls exchanged a look before walking towards you. Tyler was already running a hand through his hair, trying to make it look less like he had spent the night before heavily drinking and just rolled out of bed to run errands, even though that was exactly what he had done.

“Can we get a picture?” one of them asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Tyler smiled.

You held out your hand for the girl’s phone, already knowing where this scenario was going; it was one that you had been in countless times before. Tyler wrapped his arms around each of the girls and smiled in your direction which, even if it wasn’t necessarily directed at you, made you smile a little. After taking a couple good pictures, you passed the phone back to its owner.

“Thank you so much,” she smiled at you. “You’re so pretty, by the way.”

Your eyebrows raised, having not expected that compliment. “Thank you, you are too.”

The girl’s smile grew even more as she turned to her friend. They quickly walked off, already whispering excitedly to one another. Tyler once again leaned on the cart, slowly beginning to push it forward once again.

“Who’s the celebrity now?” he smiled, giving your arm a nudge.

“The only reason I have even an ounce of fame is because I’m dating you,” you said.

“Fame is still fame, no matter how you get it.”

“Whatever. Just pick out your cookies, Joseph.”

You went a little further down the aisle to grab some chips while Tyler looked over his cookie options. It usually took him a little while to decide, so you took your time picking out some chips to keep around the house as well.

“I’ve got it!” Tyler announced triumphantly, holding up his selected cookies. He was loud enough that you were sure people a couple aisles over would hear him too. “I want these ones.”

You shook your head; sometimes you were amazed by how little some of Tyler’s mannerisms had changed since high school.

“Ok, put them in the cart.”

Tyler gently put the cookies into the cart among the rest of your groceries and then pushed the cart down towards you, lightly bumping you with it. You turned to him with a smile.

“What do you think? Tortilla chips?” you asked.

Tyler walked around the cart so that he was standing next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist. You couldn’t resist turning to look at him while he considered chip options. There was something about his thinking face that you found, well, adorable.

“I think tortilla chips are good,” he nodded, turning to you. “Oh, hi, I didn’t realize your face was that close.”

“Sorry, just admiring you again,” you smiled before grabbing the chips and adding them to the cart with the rest.

“Dork,” Tyler laughed. “Alright, what’s next?”

*     *     *

When the groceries were finally put away, you and Tyler got comfortable on the couch to watch some TV for awhile. You were quick to rest your head in Tyler’s lap and start scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch. Tyler, however, was paying close attention to something on his phone.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked, looking up at him.

No answer. You waited a few more seconds to see if he would say anything before you went back to scrolling. He was probably just distracted. After another ten seconds of silence, you gave up on asking for his opinion.

When you finally found a show that looked good, you turned to Tyler again. His eyes were moving quickly across his phone screen, one hand pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. You waited a little longer to see if he would come to a stop, but he didn’t.

“Hey, Ty?”

“Hm?”

“What do you think of this show?”

Tyler’s eyes barely flicked up to the TV for a second before they were back on his phone. “Yeah, looks good.”

You weren’t entirely convinced by his approval of the show, but decided not to push the matter. Whatever he was reading was obviously important, and you didn’t want to start an argument over a Netflix show. Instead, you hit play and made yourself comfortable on his legs again.

“I’m going to need you to move.”

You were only a few minutes into the TV show when Tyler said it. Confused, you turned to look at him. He had finally stopped reading for the first time since he had picked his phone up, but it was still in his hand. His comment took you back a little bit, Tyler rarely asked you to stop cuddling with him.

“Um, ok,” you said, pushing yourself up to a sitting position and scooting away from him.

“I’m sorry. The label sent a really long email about stuff coming up this week but they got it wrong, so now I’m going to have to get this all sorted out.”

“Oh.” You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. It seemed the lazy day you had planned to spend with Tyler was quickly being flipped on its head. “That’s ok.”

“I’ll still sit and watch TV with you, I’ll just have to be on my computer while we do it.”

“Ok.”

Tyler leaned over and kissed you before getting up to grab his laptop from the office. You forced a smile and decided to make yourself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch since cuddling wouldn’t really be an option if Tyler was having to send emails. At least he would still be at home and close to you.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

*     *     *

You had been watching TV for a couple hours and Tyler was still working away at his laptop, sending out emails and coordinating with various companies to figure out what was wrong. The TV show you picked had ended up being super interesting, although you weren’t even sure that Tyler knew the plot at this point. You had barely seen him look up from his computer once this entire time.

“Are you getting close to finishing, Ty?” you asked.

“I have no idea,” he said, his tone harsher than you had been expecting. “I’m trying to get this done as quickly as I can, but new emails are coming in faster than I can keep up.”

“Ok, sorry I asked.”

You tried to focus your attention back on the TV show, but you couldn’t quite get yourself to pay attention. Your mind kept replaying Tyler’s reaction to your question. You hadn’t meant to upset him with it, yet he had snapped at you for wanting to know when you would actually get to spend some quality time with him. That had been the original plan, after all.

The more you thought about your exchange with Tyler, the more frustrated you started to become. Eventually it was too much for you to keep inside, so you paused the show and practically stormed upstairs so that you could get some of your restless energy out without bothering Tyler. You hated getting into arguments with him and the longer you stayed downstairs and let your frustration grow, the more likely it was that you would end up snapping at him. Up here, you could let yourself calm down and think through the situation.

You couldn’t have been pacing your bedroom for more than a few minutes before Tyler joined you upstairs. He practically burst through the door of the bedroom, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he laid eyes on you.

“I couldn’t find you anywhere downstairs… thought you might have left without me noticing,” he said.

You held back a sigh. Him not noticing what you were up to was half of the problem, wasn’t it?

“I was just up here.”

“Are you ok?”

You began to chew on your lower lip, debating if you should even tell him why you were upset. He was already stressed enough as it was and you didn’t want to add to that, but you knew he would also want to know if he had done something wrong.

“Not really.”

He came closer to you now, only leaving a foot or two of space between you until he had an ok to get closer.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… I don’t know, I’m frustrated, I guess.”

“About what?”

“We were just supposed to have this nice lazy day today,” you sighed, crossing your arms, “and then of course the label had to email you and you had to work anyway. And I don’t want to be mad because I know it’s important, but it stings a little bit when our plans get ruined like this.”

Tyler reached up and ran a hand through his hair, twirling it around his fingers at the end.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“What if I make you a deal?” he asked. “I’ll work for another hour or so and then once it’s time to make dinner, I’ll stop. Even if there’s more to be done, I’ll save it for tomorrow and we can just spend the entire night together. How does that sound?”

You nodded, “I like that idea.”

He reached out and put his hands on your arms, “I promise that I want to make it up to you however I can. I know work takes up a lot of my time, but you’re still my first priority at the end of the day.”

Tyler stepped closer so that he could press a soft kiss to your forehead. The small gesture made you smile and, before you knew it, you had your arms wrapped around him. He hugged you tightly, making all of your frustration melt away in an instant.

“I’m sorry for not being more patient,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said. “We got it worked out.”

“Ok. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After hugging him a little while longer, you followed him back downstairs and got comfy on the couch again, this time a little closer to him. Although you didn’t like that he had to do more work, you were reassured by the fact that you would have the rest of the night to spend with him.

And that was enough for you.

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[ohmrlove]

Hello! May I have a request of the bois as kitties and their obsession of following after their owner MC. Well, for Victor, I think we all know he'd be 'that one cat' who likes to push stuff off high places just to tease you but also at the same time loves cats. Bonus if MC is the cat and the bois are her owner.

Hey there! So, due to the nature of the question and the fact that my answers can get kind of long, I’m only doing the first half with boys as cats. When the ask box is reopened, feel free to submit the MC as a cat prompt.

In the future I’d appreciate one question per ask, as that makes it easier on me :)

Let’s answer this question! =＾● ⋏ ●＾=

🍷 Victor 🍷

He’s the asshole cat

If you want to pet him, you come to him. He doesn’t come to you.

If he DOES come to you, he will sit on whatever you’re working on. Or if you’re reading, he’ll plop down in the middle of it. He’s decided he wants to be pet so you better give pets

Can be a food snob--it’ll take you a few tries to find something he likes. It’s best to get cheap trial tins of foods until you find a favorite

Most likely to do that thing cats do where they sniff something and gag

Will make the ugliest gremlin yowl if you’re holding him and he wants to be put down. He’s not completely against it, but he’ll DEFINITELY let you know when he’s had enough

He’ll grab your ankles about 40% of the time. He’s not even in a playful mood; he just wants to grab your ankles.

The type of kitty that has to be in the room with you, but pretends you don’t exist

Meows obnoxiously to locate you--you left? Um, excuse me! I’m not done!--just to meow in your face with a disinterested look upon finding you before going back to you not existing

Does the annoyed ear flick if he steals your seat and you try to sit with him anyways

Doesn’t like most cat toys. Prefers absolutely random things like cardboard tubes and hair ties

You can dress him up in little ties if you pay enough cat treats

The type to sleep on your face at night and only care a little.

He loves you, he’s just not going to show it. 

Will dart out in front of you for no reason. There’s an 80% chance he’s trying to trip you.

📢 Gavin 📢

A decently active cat that needs time to warm up to you

He’s pretty easy to buy over--wave around a couple of toys and toss some treats and you’ve got a new best friend!

Much cuddlier than Victor cat, but will disappear around company

Will blanket burrito with you

Chatters when he plays, and peeps to you in the morning

More about rubbing up against your legs and sitting on your chest

The type to bonk your head in the morning if he wants you to get up. May tap at your nose.

Has a favorite stuffed animal that he MUST have if he goes anywhere. Will be best kitty--no matter what--when he has it

The one you’ll hear running around your apartment at 3AM.

You’ll find him in unexpected, high places

Tends to hide in the pantry/cupboards

Must sit with you or touch you if you’re in the same room

You want to work on your laptop? He needs to be in your lap. That’s the cost.

The type to get really still if you give him catnip--he’s stoned out of his mind and will basically sleep. Or look like a blob on the floor.

Has torn up a curtain and scratched up some things, but learned not to do it after a punishment

🔬 Lucien 🔬

A very quiet, unexpectedly affectionate cat

Naps a lot

The type to watch TV with you, or sit next to you when you’re on your computer. Sometimes you swear he knows what he’s looking at

Will play with the mouse cursor for fun

To wake you up in the morning, he flops near your face. If you don’t look like you’re getting up, he’ll play with your feet

The one you’ll spend hours looking for because he wouldn’t meow back and it turns out he was curled up, blending in with your things

Stretches out across your lap for back scratches

You can pet his tummy. He won’t actually attack you, even if he puts his paws down. You think he enjoys how it makes you flinch and draw your hand away

The one with the loud purr

Tends to knock things off the counter out of curiosity

The type to stick his tongue in all your drinks (or his paw)

Likes to get behind you when you sit and try to make biscuits with your hair

Loves to put his tail in your face

Is it comfy? It’s his now. You found him in the bottom of your dresser once, in a nest of pajama pants

Give him a clear view outside and he’s a happy cat. You don’t know if he people watches or looks for animals, but he could spend all day up there!

Doesn’t like it when you’re away from him. Like Gavin, he has to be near you. Usually lays down on your foot or climbs into your lap

Figured out how to turn the bathroom faucet on so he can get free water whenever he wants

🎤 Kiro 🎤

The cutest cat ever

He loves people, and he loves you. Warms up to pretty much anyone but will ALWAYS prefer you over others

Has the cutest mews and can be quite manipulative

The type who thinks his bowl is empty when the food in the middle has been eaten. Will make an absolute RACKET until you investigate

Always asking for treats

Most likely to be an internet star--he picks up tricks fast and he’s the cat that can “talk” back

A needy baby. Loves to be carried.

Will settle for riding around on your shoulder

When you’re sitting down he gets right up on your chest, his little paws stretched out to touch your neck like he’s hugging you

The type to sleep in weird positions, like on his back with his paws in the air

Has the most fun with food containers and empty boxes

Most likely to steal your food and chew on things he shouldn’t

Very playful. If you’re using a pen--and not paying attention to him--he’s going to fight you for the pen now

The one you have to keep taking off of your keyboard or whatever your working on because he wants to be the center of attention

Will wake you up in the morning by trying to grab your cheeks or walking on you. Will probably try to eat your hair.

If you leave him, he’ll sound like the saddest creature on earth.

The one that has to go with you when you go to the bathroom because he thinks you disappeared

Freaks out when you take a bath or a shower because WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! IT’S WET IN THERE AND YOU’VE BEEN IN THERE FOR A LONG TIME!

The one that hides in your purse/bag and wants to go outside with you. You’ll have to get him a space backpack or a kitty harness and take him with you.

Gives you the most wholesome, noisy greeting when you get home, jumping into your arms

This was a really interesting question. I never thought about them as cats before. I hope you liked it!

[anotherhystericalqueen]

Somebody to Love

||Joe Mazzello x Reader ||

Part 1

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, idk if this is a warning but it’s gonna be a single dad!Joe fic just so ya know

Moodboard and summary

You were in shock to say the least when you found out that you had qualified for the upcoming Winter Olympics with the US Snowboarding team. Qualifiers were a few weeks ago but the officials explained that they needed to run background checks on all potential Olympians to make sure they were compliant with the International Olympic Committee guidelines. Your final time was by far the fastest out of all your competitors, so you were prepared for the official phone call, but the shock was still there when it was official. 

Needless to say, once the team was announced, you knew your life was never going to be the same, but you couldn’t let that get to you during training. The upcoming games were in Lake Placid, New York, and you knew the mountains there weren’t like the ones you trained on out west. Luckily, your best friend Jade needed a roommate at her new house she was renting in upstate New York. It was close enough to a ski mountain that you could stick to your training regimen your trainer sent, but it also helped you keep somewhat of a normal life.

The first couple of weeks after you moved in, you didn’t really pay attention to the other houses that surrounded yours, or their inhabitants. You would catch small snapshots of their lives during your morning run, but there was one that always caught your eye in the early morning light. 

Every morning, your next door neighbor sat on the front porch of his house with a mug of coffee in hand and a laptop balancing on his lap. Sometimes you’d see him right before you started your route, other times he’d be sitting outside as you finished your cool down lap.  Neither of you knew the other’s name or had an actual conversation with each other, but he was a comforting constant in your life, and if you were being honest, he was pretty cute. His early morning scruff, sleepy eyes, and messy hair gave off a very comforting energy that made him definitely your type. 

On of your rare non-training days, you were working on tuning up some of the boards you were considering bringing with you, as well as some new model boards that your sponsors had sent for. None of them were in racing condition from the recent move and it was getting time to get back out on the slopes. The models were being used for some upcoming photoshoots and needed to be at least in both photograph and riding condition. As you were stripping the spent and peeling wax off of one of your favorite boards, you were too focused to see a small body running towards the makeshift workshop you had set up in your backyard. 

You snapped to attention as you felt a tug on your jeans. A little boy in denim overalls and a striped turtleneck was staring up at you with curiosity.

 “Hi.” 

“Hey there,” You knelt down to his level, not knowing whose kid this was or where he came from. 

“I lost my ball.” He said softly, “I hit it and it’s gone.”

Looking around your workshop, a large yellow softball had appeared next to your racing board that was drying on the rack behind you. You reach over and grab the ball, holding it out to the boy, but before you could ask if it was his, someone called out in your direction. 

“Joey!” You snapped back around to see your cute neighbor running up and scooping the little boy into his arms. “What did I tell you about running off like that?” 

The little boy, who you now knew his name was Joey, hid his face in the man’s maroon sweater. “’m sorry daddy. We lost my ball. Please don’t be mad.”

Joey’s dad laughed. “It’s alright bud, you just scared me a bit. I’m not mad at you.” He turned back to you, “Sorry about that. We were playing in the front yard and this little slugger hit one out of the park. We didn’t mean to disturb you.” His face turned bright red as your eyes met. 

“It’s no problem!” You reassured him, standing back up and brushing the grime off of your hands. “I was just finishing up anyway so he didn’t get into anything. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Joe,” Cute neighbor introduced himself. “And I see you’ve have already met Joey.” The little boy laughed as his dad tickled his middle, it was an infectious laugh because the next thing you knew you were lightly laughing too. Looking at the two of them, you saw that Joey looked like an exact replica as his father, they had the same dark ginger hair and bright hazel eyes. Joey’s nose was a bit smaller than his father, but it was too similar not to say it was the same nose. Looking over his shoulder, you saw a little girl with the same reddish hair in pigtails and a matching overalls and turtleneck outfit as Joey.

“Daddy!” She cried out. “Daddy did you find the ball?” 

“I did Daisy girl.” Joe answered, kneeling down to let Joey down as well as talk to her. “Well, miss Y/N helped me and Joey find it.”

You offered the softball to the little girl. “I believe this is yours.”

The girl, who you guessed was named Daisy, nodded and held onto the ball with both hands. 

“What do we say Day?” Joe said, rubbing her back. 

“Thank you miss Y/N.” She said shyly. 

Joe looked back up to you, once again thanking you for finding their ball and apologizing for Joey accidentally interrupting your work. You watched as he held Daisy’s hand when the three of them back over to their front yard and couldn’t help but smile as you finished working. 

----

Apparently, Jade had noticed the as she called it “mutual pining” that radiated throughout your conversation. That night, she came home with three large bottles of wine and officially declared it a “Jade and Y/N Wine Night.”

Wine night had been a tradition between you and Jade ever since college. It was a night of what Jade described as “No bullshit, lots of wine, and nothing but the truth.”

“So,” Jade slams down bottle #1 on the counter and pulls out her corkscrew. “What is the deal with you and cute neighbor? Don’t tell me all those heart eyes you were making at each other today in the backyard are nothing.” 

You shrugged as you pulled out the extra large wine glasses that Jade had originally gotten you as a joke, but this was a night they would be well used. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Today was the first time that I had actually had a conversation with him, AND he has kids..”

You could feel Jade roll her eyes at you. “Come on Y/N, you know the wine night rules! No bullshit!”

“I’m serious Jade!” You defended yourself, refusing to admit to yourself that she was right. “I have no idea what you are talking about. We haven’t even talked until today, and I definitely didn’t know that he had a kid, let alone two. He’s probably got a girlfriend or a wife or something also.” 

“How do you know that? In all the time that I have lived here I have never seen anyone who would remotely resemble a girlfriend or wife. The only lady I have seen go by his house regularly I am 98% sure is his mom, so go for it.” She explained. “You are a total catch, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

You scoffed and took a long sip of your wine. “He could say no?” 

Suddenly, you saw Jade’s face light up at something going on behind you. You could see Joe in the open window of both your houses. Jade leapt up from her position on your kitchen island to the open window across the living area and abandoned her half full glass with you. 

“Hey!” Jade hung her top half out the window to try and get his attention, “Hey cute neighbor!”

You could feel your face turning red from embarrassment mixed with the half bottle of rose that you had already drank. “Jade!” You hissed, “He’s not gonna answer to cute neighbor!”

“Well what’s his name then?” She not so subtly asked you. 

“My name’s Joe.” You heard a warm voice call out. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N’s roommate.” 

Jade let out a tipsy giggle, “I’m Jade and I know you have already met the lovely Y/N. Come drink with us! We got wine!” 

Joe laughed. It was a warm laugh, just like Joey’s laugh, but deeper and also somehow cuter. “Sounds tempting, but I gotta get my munchkins to bed first. I’ll come by later if you two are still up for it.” 

----

About an hour later, Joe appeared at your doorstep, wearing the same maroon sweater and jeans you saw him in earlier today playing with Joey. Jade handed him a pretty full glass of wine and explained the rules of 

As the night went on, you and Joe were totally lost in conversation, neither of you noticing that Jade had went to bed hours ago. The wine had run out, but the two of you were still talking. 

Joe checked the time on his phone and sighed at how late it was for both of you. “Looks like I should be getting back to the kiddos.” He sighed, pulling himself off the couch. “Tell Jade I said thanks for the invite, I had a lot of fun.” 

“I’ll definitely let her know.” You giggled from the alcohol still buzzing in your system as you stood up from your comfy position next to Joe’s recently vacated seat. “You are a lot of fun to hang out with Joe.”

Joe gave you a soft smile that sent the butterflies in your stomach wild. “You are too, Y/N. I’m happy we met.”

The silence as the two of you walked back to Joe’s was deafening. When the two of you got to the small patch of grass that separated the two houses, you knew neither of you were ready for this night to end. Joe turned to face you, his face inching closer and closer to your own as an unknown force pulled the two of you together. 

The next thing you knew, your lips and his connected. The kiss was soft and natural, like you were made for each other. Joe’s hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer as your arms snaked up his broad chest. You melted into another softer kiss, like he was afraid you were going to disappear on him. 

“Goodnight Y/N” Joe whispered against your lips, going in for one more short and sweet peck before walking back across the yard to his house. 

“Goodnight Joe.” You whispered quiet enough that he couldn’t hear as you returned to your own home. 

As you got comfortable in bed later, you saw a message light up on your phone. “Hey it’s Joe. I had a great time tonight, hope we can do something again soon :)” 

You texted him back almost immediately. “I had a great time too. I’m happy you came over and we got to hang out.” 

That night, you fell asleep still feeling the imprint of Joe’s soft lips on yours.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #somebody to love fic #borhap fic #borhap cast #please comment I need validation #feedback is very much appreciated

[atinyidea]

A Caring Co-worker | Ateez Jeong Yunho

⟶ requested by ysy anon! thank you for the request lovely!

⟶ prompt(s): “They’re tall! Just like you!” and “How come he/she loves you?”

⟶ prompt change(s): “He’s so tall! Just like me!”

⟶ single mother!reader!au, coworkers!au, female reader! son!au

⟶ 2079 words

It wasn't usual for you to bring your son with you to work. It wasn't usual at all. However, when your son's babysitter called literal minutes before she was supposed to take him to inform you that she would not be able to make it you had no choice but to bring your son with you to work.

Now it wasn't like your son, Taeyoung, was much trouble. In fact, you found him an absolute angel! But he had such a curious mind and the filter of a five-year-old since he was indeed five years old. It wasn't the first time you had to bring him to your work before but it would be the first time bringing him to your new job. Your old co-workers had complained about Taeyoungs loud and bouncy personality and you were quite worried your co-workers at your new job would think the same. It wasn't that you were worried about what they thought, you really couldn't care less, you just knew it would break Taeyoungs little heart to be dismissed so quickly and you also knew how worked up you could get protecting your son's feelings. You really couldn't afford to lose another job because you "let your emotions get out of hand."

Currently, both of you sat in your car, Tae in the back happily singing along to some song on the radio. One that you had never heard but one that Tae seemed to know all the words to. You couldn't help the grin from slipping into your lips as you watched him sing his heart out without a care in the world from your rearview mirror. If you were truthful, you absolutely loved bringing your son to work with you, you loved being with him and talking to him and experiencing his curiosity. That and it was extremely funny watching him shoot down everyone he didn't like — which happened quite a lot actually. Once you had pulled into your work's car park, parked your car and got both your son and your things out of the car, you knelt down in front of Tae and gently rubbed his shoulders.

"Will you be good for mommy today?" You asked with a small smile, watching as he nodded back at you with such a big grin you could help but reflect it.

"Yes!"

"And we won't bother mommy's co-workers while they work?"

"Nope!"

"And if you have questions you'll ask me first?"

"Yes, mommy!"

"Okay then." You nodded and stood upright and put down your hand for Taeyoung to grab and the two of you walked into your work together.

Now, this job was your standard office job. You worked at a desk most of the day, on the phone or emailing other co-workers. The good thing was that you were situated on the first floor and your desk wasn't in a back corner nor was it slap bang in the middle of the room. There was space for Tae to be around you and do his own thing without interrupting anyone else.

The day went by quite well. In the morning Taeyoung did what he said he would, he sat at the empty desk next to you and drew pictures, — random things he liked the shape of, random co-workers he thought looked funny, several pictures of you, all of which he showed you with an extremely proud expression on his face — all of his questions went to you first and even when he got fidgety he didn't interrupt any of the co-workers around you. Which you were grateful for. After lunch had been and gone and he was "too full to even draw!" you could tell he would soon drop off to sleep like he usually did after eating too much. And he did.

You didn't particularly want to leave him alone or in some back room where, if he woke up and realised he didn't know where he was, he would panic. However, you knew the office itself could be extremely loud especially after lunch which was when the phone calls came in at a higher frequency. So, taking measures into your own hands, you unplugged your laptop and gathered both the laptop and your son into your arms and made your way to one of the more quieter parts of the office. You hadn't realised that the desk you thought was completely empty was in fact not completely empty at all. The desks were grouped into fours and just behind this particular group of desks was the break area. Your work was particularly gifted in the commodities of comfort. You laid Taeyoung down in a comfy beanbag chair and took a seat at the desk closest to him – not your smartest move though since that particular desk actually faced away from him.

The day continued on without much of a hitch, you got your work done and were currently caught up in a phone call, on hold, to a particularly – you wouldn't call a client boring... perhas monotonous? When you heard the distinctive voice of your child.

“Why is your hair blue?” Came the sweet chime of your son. Your head almost snapped off with how fast you looked up. Taeyoung was no longer asleep under your jacket on the beanbag chair you had left him on. Trying to calm your racing heart — do you didn’t have a heart attack or a breakdown in the middle of the office — you whipped your head around to locate the little boy.

When you found him you almost let out a sigh of relief. He was leaning against a chair behind the desk across from the one you currently sat at but he wasn’t alone. You had been so caught up in your own little bubble you had neglected to notice that you weren’t alone: that the empty group of four desks were in fact not so empty.

“My hair?”

“Yeah! Why’s it blue?”

Across from you sat a man and he did indeed have blue hair. It was a light pastel blue and under the bright lights of the office looked almost silver. He had a set of headphones over his hair, pushed back behind his ears so he could hear what Taeyoung was saying. You knew his name to be Jeong Yunho, for you had met him a couple of times — enough to be familiar with his face but not enough to say you’ve had more than a couple of conversations with the man.

You had to admit you thought he was attractive, he was tall and kind and his voice was nice to listen to, he had a warm smile: one you couldn’t help but return after seeing it. His eyes were your favourite part of his face though, they never ceased to draw you in, swirling in waves of different shades of brown. All in all he was a beautiful man and, at that moment, his amazing smile was shining towards your son. You couldn’t help but watch.

Taeyoung hung off of the arm of Yunho’s chair, one hand rubbing one of his eyes as he stared up at the man with blue hair, you could tell he was very tired.

“One of my friends did it over the weekend, I’m not sure if I like it.” Yunho let out a small chuckle.

“I like it!” Tae emphasised, almost jumping up and down on the spot.

Yunho let out a real laugh. “Well thanks, Little Man.”

“I’m not little! My name is Taeyoung.” The child smiled, letting out a yawn. You could feel the smile stretch over your lips at their interaction.

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thanks.” Tae yawned again. “My mommy gave it to me.”

“She must have good taste.”

“What’s your name Mr. Blue Hair?”

“That’s my name! How did you know!?” Yunho asked him in false shock. Taeyoung couldn’t help the giggle that filtered through his lips.

“No!” The child dragged out the word, “your real name!” Yunho laughed again before giving his full name.

You were in a state of small shock. Taeyoung was a naturally curious and sociable child but it was always a feat trying to get him to actually like people and talk to them with more than one sentence. You couldn’t help but stare at the two of them as they continued their conversation, amused that Taeyoung had continued to talk to Yunho like he was the most interesting person in the world.

Suddenly, as if he remembered that you even existed, Taeyoung lifted his head with sudden speed you were worried about his little neck.

“Mommy!” He exclaimed with a tired smile, pointing at you. You watched with a small grin as Yunho followed the little boys fingers to make eye contact with you.

“Is she your mommy?” He asked, not looking away from you. Taeyoung nodded quickly, shooting up from his leaning position, grabbing Yunho’s hand and dragging him over to your side of the desks. Yunho just let the little boy ‘drag’ him.

“Look mommy! He’s so tall! Like me!” Taeyoung beamed to the best of his ability. 

You raised your eyes in mock amazement, knowing how tall Yunho was and how tall your son was. “That tall, huh? Looks like the both of your are giants!” You smiled at him as both the man and boy let out little laughs.

In no time Yunho was sat in the chair next to you while Taeyoung climbed onto his lap. His lap. Like you weren’t his mother.

“How come he likes you, huh?” You asked Yunho, scrunching up your nose and reaching out to poke Taeyoungs. “He hardly likes anyone.”

Yunho looked at you, amusement shining in his captivating eyes. “Maybe I’m just that cool.” He shrugged in a nonchalant way. You couldn’t help the affectionate smile that covered your lips.

The two of you spent almost an hour just talking. In the beginning Taeyoung would chime in with his inputs but after a while he fell silent, having fallen back asleep against Yunho’s chest. The two of you hadn’t even realised it was time to go when one of the cleaning crew came to ask if you had any things for the dishwasher.

“You’re really good with him.” You commented, packing up your things as he remained seated.

Yunho just shrugged. “I have a little girl, Hyeri.” He replied. “I think it just comes with the whole parent thing.” You nodded, understanding him. Your whole world had changed when you had Taeyoung. When his father decided neither of you were worth his time, you made Taeyoung your entire life and focus. You wouldn’t change that for the world.

Looking at your baby sleeping in Yunho’s arms have you a feeling you hadn’t felt in your tummy for a long time: the feeling of butterflies. You didn’t want to move Taeyoung from his hold for several reasons, not all of them for the benefit of your sleeping son. Taking initiative you decided to strike up a deal.

“Tell you what.” You began, as you finished packing up. “If you carry him to my car, I’ll pack up your things and carry them to your car for you. Fair?” You grinned. Yunho grinned back and nodded with a low chuckle. So, that’s what happened. Yunho carries Taeyoung to your car, going the extra mile and making sure he was seated comfortably and strapped into his car seat. The two of you were pleasantly surprised to notice that you hadn’t parked that far away from each other and that Yunho’s car was literally a row behind yours. Before you even started walking towards his car he had taken his things from you silently. You walked to his car in a comfortable silence and once you reached his car you turned to face your own car to keep it in view. You opened your mouth to give your goodbyes but Yunho had beat you to the punch, cutting in before you had a chance to even utter a sound.

“I think,” He began, looking down at you due to the height difference between you. “To make it fair, as you put it, you should bring Taeyoung to meet my Hyeri one day. I have a feeling they’ll be great friends...” He trailed off. You nodded with a sweet smile, agreeing to his offer. “And maybe, you could bring yourself and stay for dinner?” 

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