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tbaluver · 5 months ago

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S/O With ADHD- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader requested: by a couple anonnies ♥︎ a/n: hihi my lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i just want to mention a disclaimer about this. while i do have adhd, everybody experiences things differently so what might be common for me, can be completely different to another person! these symptoms presented here are only what i’ve experienced and what my friends have experienced and what people have requested! do not refer to this to diagnose yourself. if you suspect you might have adhd, please refer to a professional! there will be a part two to this because theres more to add but anyways enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He didn’t fully grasp the idea when you tried to explain your adhd to him, your thoughts would jump from one thing to another and he tried to keep up. He would do his own research to understand better what you were going through. He would notice the little things, the way you would say you 're going to do something but never actually start or how tasks seem to take you forever to finish.

No worries about being late or rushing to go on dates or hangouts with him, there’s no set start time. Often times the dates and hangouts are flexible. He��ll wait until you’re ready as long as he gets to spend time with you and eat yummy food together, he’s happy

Indulges and learns your hyper fixations and your current obsessions. He’ll learn more about them on his own time so he can talk more about them with you

If you’re okay with it, he’ll join you whenever you need to rest and watch your comfort shows whenever you’re feeling drained or overstimulated. He’ll make the atmosphere in the room feel more cozy either by giving you space, adjusting the lighting and closing the curtains, tucking you in your blankets, so you can recharge

Praises your smallest victories even if it was just cleaning your room or finishing a simple task in under an hour without thinking or worrying about it. He knows that even the simplest tasks can feel overwhelming so when you manage to do something without thinking or bed rotting before doing something, he’s genuinely proud of you.

Zayne:

He would truly listen when you go off on a tangent of your hyperfixations, letting you ramble about them without interrupting you. Even if you branch off too many topics that you swear relates to the main topic, eventually forgetting what the point was, he patiently brings you back to the main point.

“..wait what was I talking about?”

“you were talking about how ___ and __”

He’s very organized, constantly tidying and rearranging things for you without needing to be asked. He doesn’t mind it at all. He organizes in a way that he knows would help you but if you ever forget where something is, he’s quick to help you. lost your keys? by the dining room table. your jacket? in the laundry basket. your phone? you’re holding it

Tries to keep his explanations short and easier to understand. He’ll give you just enough without getting lost in any unnecessary details

When he’s not around, he helps you by texting you on specific times to check up on you or to help shift your focus

Separate calm activities alone but together with him. You could be doing your own thing while he reads his book(s) or finishes up any medical reports

Calculates how long it usually takes you to get ready, so he’ll plan dates with reservation an hour or two ahead of time, sometimes maybe even more depending on the date, just to avoid overwhelming you. He’s always patient and understanding, sometimes he’ll help you get ready to take the weight off your shoulders

Rafayel:

In the beginning, he’ll notice you can run late to things but once you explain that it’s because of your adhd, he’ll be more understanding. Still, he can’t help but tease you just a little but he means well. He’ll just plan more hangouts that don’t require any set start time, just as long as you two are together at the end

Yap sessions with him take up an ungodly amount of hours. You both branch off to different topics, each one you both swear is just as important as the last, so the conversation goes in different directions. It takes forever to circle back to the original point.

He loves hearing about your hyper fixations. You can tell him everything, every little fact and he’ll ask you a million questions, indulging in your passion for it as well.

Loves to spend time with you but he is mindful and lets you have the space to unwind whenever you might feel overstimulated or just need to recharge

Shows so much encouragement whenever you show your creative and passionate side. He’ll recognize and appreciate the things you’re good at, even if you’re not able to see it in yourself

It’s canon that he sends you separate messages instead of big blocks of texts but its not because that’s how he feels more comfortable texting but also because he knows that long paragraphs can feel overwhelming. He doesn’t want you to miss anything or feel pressured to read through a lot at once

Sylus:

Lets you hold his hand whenever you want, no need to ask. He knows how much you fidget and he loves how you rub circles on the back of his hand, melting under your touch. If it helps you feel better, then go ahead. He’d even buy you rings to fidget with, ones that maybe match and also just so you can have something to twist and twirl when he’s not around

He adores listening to your obsessions and your hyper fixations, letting you ramble your latest interests or the new trinkets you’ve added to your collection. He’ll even surprise you with little trinkets he remembers from past conversations, knowing they would make you smile

Enjoys spending time with you even if you were focused on your own thing, whether it was hobby related or just unwinding in your own way while he’s also doing his own thing.

When you need help focusing and he’s not around, he’ll reach out at a certain time to check in and help refocus your attention

Doesn’t really send you paragraph lengths of text messages but sends you shorter messages so it doesn’t feel as overwhelming. He’ll mostly send voice messages that are short and the right length so it doesn’t let your mind drift away

Online shopping with him can help so you can control yourself from impulse buying so many things. He doesn’t mind you buying the entire world with his card but sometimes he has to stop you from buying things you absolutely don’t need

Caleb:

It’s easy for tasks to slip through or become overwhelming. You might start one thing but your mind jumps to something else and it takes a while before you can get back to what you were originally doing. Caleb would help by breaking down your chores one at a time or with more manageable steps or most of the time he’ll step in and take care of things for you so you don’t feel burdened.

If anything important was coming up the day after, he’ll leave little sticky notes for you all over the house, each one with a tiny apple doodles. They’ll be on your mirror, bedroom door, anywhere else he knows you’ll see them

Ever since you were a kid, he’ll still help you go over any of your works or anything you were unsure about when you feel like you missed any details. He’ll make sure you don’t miss anything

Never judgemental at all if you cut him off mid-sentence. He understands that you need to get your thoughts out quickly before they slip away so he lets you speak freely without worry

Sometimes you might forget to reply to a message or forget to come back to the conversation, so he’ll send a follow up message like, “whaddya think pipsqueak? :o” or he’ll send you a post to bring you back to the convo

If you’re struggling to focus on something, instead of pushing you to keep going, he’ll encourage you to take a break. He’ll help you ease back into it whether it’s breaking things down further or offering some encouragement

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ak319 · 10 months ago

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Lovesick bubbly hubby x fem reader

ミ☆Headcanon#3𓏲

(Warnings: Contains mpreg (bxg pairing, YES, boy x fem reader), and matriarchal themes/gender role reverse so don't interact if you are not comfortable!! ‎♡‧₊˚)

♥︎ Headcanon #2

🍭"Narin, just one more paragraph, c'mon. Then we can go get some ice cream."

"You know, you're the cruellest wife anyone could have. Making me do assignments in this condition."

"What condition? You're fine, Narin. You're not even the one typing your essay. Just one more paragraph, c'mon, you can do it." He acts as if he's in his last months, when he’s only three weeks in. After another exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in, and you closed the laptop with relief.

"It's your last semester. Just get it done, and then your lifelong dream of staying home will come true."

"Are you taking me out for that ice cream or not?" You chuckled, getting up and offering him a hand. "Let's go."

Narin finally got what he wanted after so long, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to pull him out of university. Still, the thought of becoming a father—of your child—filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He just prayed that your family wouldn’t cast an evil eye on the baby. Hmph! Lost in thought, he unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach as you drove, unaware of the silent storm brewing within him.

Meanwhile, your mind was all over the place. First, an unexpected husband, and now a child on the way?! You couldn't stop worrying about the future. You never imagined yourself as a mother, especially not with a husband like Narin, who could barely take care of himself. Maybe he would mature once the baby was born... or would you just have two kids to look after instead? How did this even happen? Weren’t you both careful? Wasn’t he taking pills, too? Well, it didn’t matter now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, hands protectively resting on his stomach, looking content and as happy as ever. You sighed and decided to put on some music to drown out the spiralling thoughts. Soon enough, you both reached the ice cream shop.

Months passed, and Narin’s university days came to an end. It had been three months into his pregnancy when one day, you came home to find him curled up on the sofa with Prince. There was no usual excitement, no running up to greet you like he always did.

🍭"Narin? You okay? Is something wrong?" By now, the panic in your voice was impossible to hide. You gently made him sit up, cupping his face, and your heart sank as you saw his puffy, red eyes. He was still sniffling, avoiding your gaze, his usual brightness nowhere to be found.

"Narin? You're making me worried. Tell me, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-just-what if you... leave me?! Does your family think I'm not competent enough to bear your child?! Because I feel like it!" His voice cracked with emotion, and you could hear the frustration in every word. Where was all this anger coming from?

"What are you talking about? Who said that?! And why on earth would I leave you?" You could feel your own heart racing. Narin might be childish and immature at times, but he was still your husband, and you cared for him deeply even more so now. Why couldn’t he see that?

"I would never abandon you. Never, you or our child."

"What if it’s a boy? Like me?!" His voice trembled with insecurity, his eyes wide with fear. It was clear the pregnancy hormones were heightening all his worries. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. He needed your reassurance more than ever now.

"Then we’ll love him just the same, Narin. Just like I love you." He finally looked into your eyes.

"Listen, Narin baby. You’re very, very important to me. I love you and our future child, no matter if they’re a boy or a girl. I just want you both to be healthy, and my family wants the same. No one is doubting you, and if they are--just tell me their name. I’ll have a talk with them myself. Now, tell me, did someone say anything to you?"

He shook his head sincerely.

"Then?" you asked gently, stroking his hair.

"I... just had these thoughts..." he whispered, voice trembling slightly. He grasped your collar tightly, his body now almost in your lap. "You won’t leave, right?"

"Never." You held him closer, your voice firm with reassurance, and yet he needed more. He needed to drown in that reassurance, to feel it in every part of his being. You held him tighter, but it still didn’t feel close enough. "And don’t let these thoughts ruin your mood or stress you out. You hear me? Promise me, you won’t."

He nodded, but this time he clung to you like a lifeline, his fingers tightening in your shirt. "Promise," he whispered, his heart racing. He knew that you were not going to leave him but he just wanted to make sure and...was bored. Damn, he can be a really good actor if he wants to but in all seriousness, it's important to remind you that he is now your everything, your new family. In his head, there was no room for doubt. You belonged to him, and no one else could ever come between you two.... and now three of you. Not now, not ever.

In his eyes, the most delightful thing is making you run for whatever he craves, even if it’s the middle of the night or a drive to another town just to get a snack he tried once. He revels in the fact that you’ll do anything for him, and he takes immense pride in bragging about how caring and romantic his wife is. He squeals with childlike excitement when you’re out fulfilling his whims, loving how dreamy and devoted you are.

But lately, there’s a shadow of sadness in his eyes as he watches you work harder than ever. You’ve started a new venture with your friend, and it’s consuming more of your time and energy.

🍭"You should take a break now," he said, plopping down next to you on the couch and peering over your shoulder at your laptop. His tone was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his playful words. "I don’t want to be a widower in this condition." You jerked your head towards him in shock at his bluntness. It was classic Narin--his naive habit of saying whatever came to mind without fully thinking it through. You just sighed, shaking your head at his antics.

"I’m not dying here, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be done in a few minutes."

"Why are you even doing this?! Isn’t your salary enough-"

"No, it’s not enough. Certainly not for the future when the kid is going to grow up and go to school and stuff." Narin grumbled, leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. He was like a needy kitten, wanting your comfort and attention, and the warmth of your chest made him feel a little safer. 'As disciplined and farsighted as ever. So fucking hot.' Well, he is kind of glad too, now that you are working so much, you rarely have time to visit your own family. Hehe. That's right wifey, work for me and your child now, our child.

"Yeah, you’re right. And also, it’s not like we’re going to have only one, right? I was a single child, so I want more than one kid. Got it?" Your hands paused momentarily over the keyboard.

"Um--yeah, but focus on this one for now..." Narin’s smile widened as he traced his finger lightly across your chest. "Oki! Our kids are going to be the prettiest and the smartest!"

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as worries about the future tugged at the edges of your thoughts. "Of course," you replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before returning to your work. In that moment, the presence of each other made the stress feel a little more bearable.

@mel-vaz 🍭

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teenidlegirl · 4 months ago

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꣖　 BEAUTY OF THIS MESS 　꣓　 ᤢ♥︎　 CHAPTER　.　22 　!

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀military!miguel⠀𝓍⠀fem!neighbor!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　while miguel is gone, you navigate the final days of your pregnancy alone until you go into labor. luckily, he surprisingly returns in time for welcoming your daughter into the world. you and miguel finally start enjoying life as a family.

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　angst, pregnancy, heartbreak, labor, vaginal birth, fluff, domesticity, family dynamics, breastfeeding, timeskip, 18+ mdni, mild smut, girldad!miguel, happy ending

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miguel’s departure left an open wound that’s unable to heal. it was so hard… no matter what you do, all you can think is him and constantly worried about him. you need him, you need him here, you need him back. since he’s in special forces, there is no way of contacting him. you didn’t know if he was still alive or… dead. horrible thoughts plague your mind. you want it to stop but you can’t. stress isn’t going for you and the baby, you know that and try your hardest to not overwhelm yourself for the sake of your baby. conchata has reminded you several times to try to not feel stressed out and allow those terrible thoughts to consume you since it’s unhealthy. she has been supportive throughout this whole thing. of course she’s constantly worried about her son, every mother would be and she has been dealing with this for nine years. no matter how many times miguel left, even when they weren’t talking to each other after gabriel’s death, she still worried about him.

since miguel left, you’ve been navigating the last stages of your pregnancy. conchata has not only been supporting you emotionally and mentally but physically and pretty much everything else. just like miguel, the woman didn’t allow you to do much but simply rest. she heavily insisted since you can pop at any moment. a very supportive future mother-in-law, well you already consider her that. to cheer up the both of you, she’d tell your stories when miguel was a little boy. how he used to dress up as spiderman for fun and pretending to be the iconic hero. sometimes gabriel would dress up as the green goblin and they would play together as hero and villain. he and gabriel taking swimming lessons together, pushed his younger brother off the diving board which he got a shit load of trouble for. the one time miguel fell off his bike and busted open his chin after hitting the ground hard, later required stitches. that almost gave conchata a heart attack, she was more traumatized than him. the times when george allowed miguel to ride his bike and do wheelies around the neighborhood, which he got in trouble for. you remember when miguel told you that. all the memories she mentioned did make those anxious thoughts disappear, making smile and laugh instead. but deep down inside, you miss the love of your life.

time has passed and you’re one week away from your due date. damn you feel exhausted from this baby. you look like you’re carrying a planet. well, that’s what happens when your baby daddy is literally 6’9 which is a giant. yeah definitely no more kids after this, not for a long fucking time if you and miguel consider more in the future. right now, you’re focusing on your daughter and anticipate her arrival. you’re excited for two things: your daughter and to finally pop her out. the nursery has been prepared and you can’t wait to see a cute baby in the crib. all the plushies and stuffed animals waiting for her.

you can’t believe you’re gonna be a mother. something you never thought of happening to you. since you were a teenager, you never had the desire or dream of becoming a mom. baby dolls were never your things as a child and you never mentioned being a mom as something you’d like to become on school assignments about what you’d want to be when you’re older. even when relatives ask if you wanted kids, you always said no or not really thought about it. at the time, you focused on school and career. but when you started dating joel and became a part of his family, that was a glimpse of motherhood or just being a parent figure in a way. sarah always viewed you as a motherly figure despite how young you were, considering joel was in his early thirties and you were in your early twenties at the time. you didn’t feel much of a motherly figure until later on. that was when you began considering sarah as a daughter to you. she was your first glimpse at motherhood.

after your relationship with joel ended, your thoughts on motherhood reverted back to what they were originally: uninterested. perhaps the break up soured your interest. those two years were fucking painful, especially the first year. but later on, you met a man who became the love of your life and forever changed your life. miguel changed your life in many ways. a true, loving relationship which unfortunately suffered for a bit but then rebuild itself back to that loving relationship. the biggest change was the baby, the tiny miracle that’s a combination of you and him soon to arrive. an unexpected miracle but you already love this child with all your heart and can’t wait to shower her with endless love.

this is your true shot at motherhood. not gonna lie, you’re a bit nervous and being a parent isn’t an easy task to know right off the bat. many things will come, changing endlessly diapers, breastfeeding until formula is needed, sleepless nights, crying during the night. what you dread the most is the sleepless nights. say goodbye to sleeping in, especially if your baby is a light sleeper and wakes up constantly throughout the night. god you really hope she’ll be able to sleep through the night. but either way you have to prepare for whichever scenario. all you hope for is a to be a good mother and try your best. to try your best for your daughter.

currently, you and conchata are shopping at the grocery store. despite her many objections and insistence on you staying home, your excuse was that you needed to move around after being cooped up at home for months and to stretch your legs. although she was against it, conchata knew you were right. after shopping for what you need, you head back to the car. once the trunk was loaded, conchata takes the cart back and you wait for standing outside basking in the warm sunshine. you wear a simple yellow sundress since it’s been recently warm.

while waiting for conchata to return, a small wave of discomfort suddenly hits in your lower abdomen. instinctively, you place a hand over the area of pain and hunch over a little. for a moment you believe it’s braxton hicks since you had them a few days ago. but another wave of pain shoots through your stomach again, more intense this time that makes you groan in pain and hunch over more. then, you suddenly feel wetness escape and down your legs. glancing down, there is a tiny puddle on the floor.

oh fuck, your water broke.

you’re going into labor, in a fucking parking lot.

groans and wheezing of pain escape your lips as the contractions begin. shit this can’t be happening now, it’s a week away from your due date yet babies can come whenever and your baby girl decides to come today. while hunched over groaning in pain, an older couple approach you with concerned expressions. they ask what’s wrong and if you need help until they register you are having contractions. thankfully, conchata returns but immediately rushed over after seeing you in pain. she recognizes that painful state.

“ay dios, mija!” she comes to your side. “let’s get you in the car, okay?” you can only nod since you’re in pain and she guides you to the car, being very so carefully. she quickly thanks the couple for about to call an ambulance before rushing to get inside the car and take off to the nearest hospital.

thankfully, the hospital wasn’t too far. next thing you know it, you’re in the delivery room dressed in a hospital gown, laying in a bed, and still groaning in pain as the contractions continue. conchata contacted your family, your parents will arrive soon, your siblings will later when they can. while suffering from immense pain, your minds wanders back to miguel. he’s still gone and your daughter is about to be born. the thought brings tears to your eyes. you miss him so fucking bad. you’re in labor, about to give birth to your daughter and he isn’t here. not here sitting by your side, holding your hand, and whispering soft praises of love. instead he’s in south america doing god knows what kind of dangerous mission. he will be missing the birth of his daughter and it breaks your heart. you knew miguel was so excited for this day to come and witness it but now only to be taken away from him. he was so excited to become a father and prepare to shower his baby girl with much love. you remember he babbling about how excited he’d be carrying your daughter in the car seat once you were ready to go home. now that may never happen and it breaks your heart even more.

suffering from this shitty ass contractions increases your need for miguel. you need him here, you need his support, you need his comfort that he always provides. you just need him back. although conchata is here for you, you still feel alone because the man you love isn’t here. so alone dealing with this horrible pain that you wish it would stop. besides desperately wanting to pop this baby out, you need miguel. you can’t do this alone, you’re afraid to do this alone. tears begin trailing down your face as thoughts of miguel ran through your poor distraught mind.

you need him, you need miguel.

the contractions grow more frequent. the doctor and nurses inform you that you’re ready to give birth. the moment you’ve being waiting and dreading for. waiting because you’re finally about to pop this baby out and meet your baby girl. dreading because of the fucking terrible pain. but besides those two feelings, you also are upset that miguel isn’t here to witness it. the sad thoughts don’t help out with the contractions. pain and tears aren’t fun. there is no other choice. you have to do this alone, despite how scared you are, you have to do this for your daughter.

with conchata’s hand holding yours as she sits beside you, you begin pushing. even with the damn epidural, the pain still sucks ass. your screams and groans of pain echo throughout the delivery room. droplets of sweat trail down your face. never have you experienced so much pain. it’s so unbareable that every word of reassurance and praise from the doctor and nurses is pissing you off. telling you you’re doing great when actually you feel like absolute shit. yeah there is no way in hell you’re doing this shit again. it’s a damn oath for sure. with each push, the pain increases. you hate it so much. why does birth have to be so damn painful? remember those kid movies when babies were delivered by storks? yeah, you were that was real. how simple it would be if you want a child, they would brought down by a stork and dropped off on your doorstep. no pain, nothing. or if you want a baby, they’ll magically appear in your hands. but nope, you have to go through this awful pain to let that happen. being a mother is fucking rough.

the pain is too much. after too many pushes, the baby is still not coming out. she is stubborn as hell, pretty much like her father. you lay back against the pillow, crying out of exhaustion. it’s too much, you can’t do it. no matter what you thought earlier, you can’t do this. you can’t do this without miguel beside you. you need him here, you need his support. how can you bring a baby into the world without her father, the man that you love, here? no matter the words of encouragement and praises from the doctor, nurses, and conchata, none can compare to miguel. those sweet praises that always make your heart flutter. nothing can compare to his sweet words and praises. no one can compare to him.

“the baby is almost here! just one more push!” the doctor exclaims, offering an encouraging smile.

thank the fucking higher beings.

despite your wishes for miguel to be here for this moment, you have to do it alone. hopefully when he returns from the mission, he’ll meet the baby. as you prepare to give one final push, the door swings wide open. everyone, including you, turn with wide eyes at who suddenly barged in the room.

it’s miguel.

he is here. he is actually here. oh my god miguel is actually here. he came back, your love came back.

those gorgeous brown eyes wide open. chest heaving due to feeling breathless after running around the hospital to find your room. miguel immediately rushed over to you.

“um excuse me, sir. who are you?” one of the nurses ask, trying to stop him but miguel dodges her hand from preventing him reaching to you.

“the father.” he didn’t bother to acknowledge her, his eyes never tore from yours as miguel crouches next to you. “i’m here, mi reina. i’m here.”

you look at him with wide, glossy eyes of shock and relief. “y-you’re here. you’re actually here!” your hands immediately cup his face, confirming that he is real and here with you in this moment.

“sí, mi reina. i’m here and never leaving you again. not like that ever again.” miguel said sincerely, his larger hands cup your face as well.

you cry out of relief and immediately kiss him. your wish came true. miguel is back and here by your side. he’s here and finally has the chance to see your baby born. you aren’t alone now, the love of your life is here alive and well. you couldn’t be more grateful.

“i love you.” you whisper in between kisses.

miguel smiles against your lips. “té quiero tanto.”

“h-how are you back? what happened?”

he softly chuckles, shaking his head. “i’ll explain later. right now, let’s meet our baby girl, okay?” his thumb caresses your cheek ever so gently.

you nod then give him one final kiss before preparing to push one last time. his hand holds yours while the other is still occupied by conchata. miguel flashes a quick smile to his mother, silently promising to properly greet her later which she doesn’t mind and focuses on you and the baby. now with miguel by your side, suddenly you feel much better and confident. taking a deep breath, you give one final push with all your might. miguel feels your hand squeezing the shit of his but doesn’t care one bit. it hurts him to see you in pain but he admires how strong you are. that’s his strong woman. after the strongest push you can do, it was done. you lay back against the pillow in relief and tears of happiness when you hear the cries of your daughter.

you did it, you welcome your daughter into the world.

“you did it, mi reina,you did it. you did amazing. you brought our baby girl into the world, té quiero.” miguel kisses your forehead repeatedly as a tear of joy trails down his cheek while the nurses tend to your daughter and quickly wrap her up in a blanket.

“congratulations, it’s a healthy baby girl.” the doctor announces as he passes your little huddle of joy to you and you collect her in your arms.

another batch of tears swell in your eyes as you look at your daughter for the first time. she’s here and she’s so beautiful. adorably wrapped in a pink blanket. your baby girl is finally here, you can’t believe it. you are officially a mother.

although she’s only a few minutes old, you’re not surprised to see how strongly she resembles her father. a load of dark brown hair, sun-kissed skin, and has miguel’s nose. you figured miguel’s genes would be the strongest. she’s a mini replica of him.

miguel, on the other hand, is an emotional mess. seeing his daughter for the first time makes him cry silently. she is so beautiful and tiny. the most beautiful tiny little being in the whole universe. his baby girl is here and he already loves her so much. he is also not surprised how much she resembles, which makes miguel chuckle softly. she may look like him but she is beautiful as her mother.

“hi, mi amor.” you whisper softly to her as she looks up at you with those big beautiful brown eyes. your heart swells with much love for your daughter. “she looks so much like you.” you glance at miguel.

he softly chuckles. “she really does. hola, princesa.” miguel whispers, leaning closer towards her. a heartwarming smile plastered on his face.

conchata looks down at her granddaughter with much love. “she’s beautiful. you did amazing, mija.” she offers kiss on top of your head, making you glance up at her with a smile as a thank you.

“do you have a name for her?” one of the nurses ask.

you and miguel share a glance, pondering. even to this point, you still haven’t thought of a name for your daughter. not a single one came to your that felt right. thanking of possible names, you come up with one that brings a smile to your face.

“what about… gabriella?” you glance at miguel through glossy eyes. “in honor of gabriel.”

you notice the way his eyes widen in surprise yet filled with emotion. “r-really?” a surprise smile graces his lips as tears swell in his eyes once again.

“yes.” you smile lovingly.

tears of happiness trail down his cheeks. miguel knows gabriel would’ve love the idea and adore his niece to infinity. he would’ve been a great tío.

“gabriella is perfect.”

you smile at each other and share a kiss before looking down in adoration at your newborn daughter, your precious gabriella. your beautiful little angel. she simple stares up at you both. you and miguel can’t help but smile. hearts filled with love and joy while appreciating this loving moment as a family.

gabriella o'hara.

your daughter.

after spending a few days at the hospital, it was finally time to go home. you’re escort in a wheelchair while miguel carries gabriella in the car seat, just like he dreamed of. despite his many objections of pushing you, you didn’t want him to miss his chance of carrying your baby in the car seat and the nurse will be the one helping you. besides, you wanted to take pictures of him carrying the baby because damn he looks so attractive doing so. being a good father is a major turn on. he slipped into the dad role so effortlessly. while in recovery, miguel helped with everything he could. get you food from the cafeteria, settle down gabriella whenever she was fuzzy, help you to the bathroom, take care of the baby to let you sleep. he was a big helper and you appreciate it so much. you love that man indefinitely.

miguel is already protective of you. now with you and gabriella, oh he’s extra protective than ever. he vows to protect you both, his girls. to him, you and your daughter are fragile. he was so anxious helping you get in the car, worried that you could get hurt but you reassured him you were okay. however, you can’t blame since it’s his nature. especially him proactive of gabriella is really cute. it melts your heart seeing him being so gentle with your daughter.

when you arrived back at your apartment and carefully settled down gabriella in her crib for the first time, yours and miguel’s hearts melt at the heartwarming sight. she looked so peaceful resting comfortably in the crib that miguel built for her. tears of joy and pride in his eyes. eventually, a routine was developed that was compatible. you and miguel were pretty decent as new parents. learning to be a parent isn’t something to know right off the bat, it takes time and you learn as you go. so far you two have been doing great. taking turns of changing diapers and calming her down when she’s fuzzy during the night, mainly miguel taking the role so you can sleep. it’s been a busy yet blissful process.

one of those nights, miguel went to care for gabriella. “i got it, go back to sleep, mi reina.” he leaves a kiss on your forehead before getting up from bed, head over to the crib, and tend to his daughter.

ever so carefully, he picks her up from the crib and carries her. “shhh… it’s okay, princesa. papí’s here.” miguel coos as he quietly exits the bedroom, shuts the door, and heads to the living room.

sitting down the couch, miguel slowly rocks his daughter to calm her down. ultimately, she does the moment she feels the comfort of her father’s embrace and warmth. even though it’s completely dark, miguel can somehow see those big brown eyes staring at him. she is so tiny in his big hands, it melts his heart into pieces. rocking her back to sleep seems to working when he notices her loopy eyes. the adorable sight brings a smile to his face as he admires his baby girl. while rocking gabriella to sleep, miguel begins singing her a lullaby. a famous mexican lullaby that his mother used to sing to him. miguel still can’t believe he’s a father and has a daughter. unable to accept the fact he’s the father to this beautiful baby girl. it feels like a honor. leaning closer towards her face, miguel pauses singing to make a silent promise to be the best father to her.

days go on, navigating family life. one peaceful afternoon, it was time to feed gabriella. sitting in bed and leaning against the headboard, you undo the top of your dress to release a breast and begin breastfeeding your daughter. exiting from the bathroom, miguel walks in on the scene. warmth filled his cheeks and shyly looks away. he knows breastfeeding is a normal thing, he just feels like he’s invading your privacy. you notice his shy expression and you can’t help but giggle softly.

“no need to be shy, miguelito.” you say teasingly.

your boyfriend rolls his eyes. “i’m not… i just feel like… i’m invading a private moment.”

“you weren’t shy when you were doing the same thing a few weeks ago.” your eyebrows wiggle teasingly, making miguel groan bashfully.

“okay, okay. you got me there.” he offers a shy, guilty smile before sitting down next to you. “you’re doing amazing as a mother, mi amor.” he brings up a hand and gently rests it on your shoulder.

now you’re the shy one. even though you’ve been dating for a while, the man still makes you bashful mess with his sweet praises. “thank you, i’m trying my best. this shit is still crazy to me.”

“yeah but you’re doing amazing, you’re a natural.” his hand reaches up to caress your cheek.

you scoff. “okay, now you’re being too generous.”

“i’m simply telling the truth, preciosa.”

“well, you wanna know who’s amazing? this little girl right here.” you glance down at gabriella.

his eyes follow yours and admire his daughter, who’s too busy enjoying the milk you’re providing. “she is amazing, the most amazing girl ever.” lowering his hand from your cheek, he gently strokes her hair, feeling the softness against his fingers.

“imma make her watch all the shows and movies i watched when i was a kid.”

that makes him snort. “all of them?”

“duh, gotta show her the best, not those shitty ass shows today like cocomelon.”

miguel laughs at that. “okay, fair point. the animation of that show kinda creeps me out.”

“see?! i’m not the only one!” you exclaim but not too loud to disturb your daughter. “gabi is gonna watch spongebob so she knows all the references.”

“your knowledge in spongebob references never fails to amaze me.” miguel chuckles.

“if you didn’t grow up watching spongebob, you didn’t have a childhood. our daughter is not gonna be one of those poor kids. she’s gonna know the best.”

that elicits another chuckle from him. “i won’t argue with that, spongebob is the best.”

you beam at that, brightly smiling. “that reminds me, i want her first birthday party spongebob themed so i can dress her up as gary.”

“the snail? you want our daughter dressed up as a snail for her first birthday?” he raised a brow teasingly, unable to hold back a smile.

“uh yes! imagine how cute gabi would look dressed up in a gary onesie. she has big eyes like him. i’m already looking for onesies online.”

miguel shakes his head, smiling. god you are so adorable. “well, she’ll be an adorable gary.”

you smile then look down at your daughter, whispering. “see? it was his hat, mr. krabs. he was number one.” you and miguel break into quiet laughter. first spongebob reference of the day.

a few months have gone by. when gabriella was ready to go outside, you and miguel plan a day for a picnic at the park. it was a beautiful sunny day. you and gabriella wear matching soft pink dresses. one thing you love having a daughter is dressing up together. make her wear the cutest clothes and even match sometimes. gabriella may look like her father but she has her mother’s sense of fashion. you want your baby to be a little fashionista, just like you. miguel can’t help but stare in awe of you both. the woman of his dreams and his baby girl. his two beautiful girls wearing matching dresses. the sight melts his heart. after finding a spot and setting up everything, you enjoy your picnic as a little family. miguel set up an umbrella to protect gabriella from the sun, and you of course. gabriella was old enough to sit up on her own, enjoying her food and being adorable as always. you take many pictures with your polaroid camera, savor the memories of course.

you’ve been trying to get gabriella into fruit. you packed bunch of fruit for the picnic. strawberries, blueberries, watermelon, and oranges. she has yet to try a strawberry so you take today’s change to do so and let miguel do it. grabbing a strawberry from the container, he holds it out to gabi with a smile. the little girl stares at it as if inspecting before those tiny hands reach out and grab the fruit on her own. the small action melts both your hearts.

“pruébalo, princesa.” miguel encourages her.

gabi stares at the strawberry before taking a bite. you and miguel anticipate her reaction, prepared for a fuchi face but instead she smiled and starts babbling excitingly. both your hearts flutter.

“she likes it!” you cheer. “you like it, mi amor!” gabriella continues to babble excitingly as a response. your baby girl likes another fruit.

“bravo, princesa!” miguel cheers.

hearing your praises makes gabriella squeal more, smiling at you and miguel.

another day, you and miguel are cooking dinner. tonight you settle on enchiladas. “bidi bidi bom bom” by selena blasts through your mini speaker in the kitchen. it’s a song you can’t resist dancing to. swaying your hips to the music, tapping your feet to the beat, miguel’s calloused hands on your hips sweating along with you, and singing along. it was a mini dancing session in the kitchen. gabriella sits in her high chair observing her parents having fun, squealing and babbling happily. while cooking, you let out a squeal when two large hands pull you away from the counter and swiftly turn you around.

“miguel!” you giggle as he begins leading you into a dance. one hand holding yours and the other holding your waist, chests pressed against one another.

he simply answers with a chuckle before raising your hand and twirl you. the movement seems to excite gabriella, making her squeal happily. you and miguel look at her with smiles. someone likes seeing her parents dancing together. you want to show your daughter what love looks like. as if you both thought of the same thing, you and miguel continue dancing. squeals and laughter fills the room. it was a beautiful night, a great dinner while indulging in fun.

TWO YEARS LATER.

“hey! be careful!” you shout with a smile from the kitchen window, watching your husband chase after your daughter in the backyard. luna chases after them both, barking and tail wagging.

gabriella squeals and squirms in her father’s arms as miguel catches her. “papí!”

“got you, princesa.” miguel chuckles. “todo bien, mi reina!” he shouts back at you, offering a smile. of course he would never put his precious gabriella in danger and is always careful with her, you know it too. you just find the scene so cute.

focusing back on cutting the carrots, you glance at the pretty diamond ring adore on your ring finger. flashbacks of your wedding day from a few months ago plays through your mind.

you and miguel got engaged the year before. you both agreed to wait for marriage until gabriella was a little older and wasn’t that needy. if it was in your favor, you two would’ve gotten married right off the bat but you needed time to adjust to this new life as parents. when the time came, you took the chance.

the loud thumping of your heart rings in your ears as you pace around the room. it was an small outdoor wedding taken place at your tíos house since they own a big house enough for a wedding. it was simply close family and friends. you and miguel wanted a small simple wedding with just the people you love. the extravagant shit wasn’t your thing. it felt so surreal. you were getting married to miguel, the love of your life, finally after so long. it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for and you’re still anxious about it, which is completely reasonable.

“¿estas bein, mija?” your dad approaches.

“yeah, just a little nervous.” you offer a smile. “i just can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“i know, seeing my little girl getting married.” a thin layer of tears forms in his eyes. he also can’t believe this is happening, his youngest daughter getting married. “you look beautiful, mija.”

“gracias, papí.” you smile with teary eyes, blinking them away to not ruin your makeup.

soon, the wedding theme song begins. it was time. with your arm linked with your father’s, you walk down the aisle. your heart beat races when you see miguel standing at the altar. clad in a tuxedo and slicked back hair. god he looks so handsome. he, on the other hand, is mesmerized by your appearance. a beautiful wedding gown that makes you appear so ethereal. miguel swears an angel is walking down the aisle. it’s unbelievable this angel will be his wife, that he will be your husband. it feels like a blessing to be your husband. you never fail to take his breath away. everyone has their eyes on you but yours are focused on miguel and his on yours, as if the world is a blur and the only thing that matters is you two.

once you reach the alter and stand with miguel, the ceremony begins and everyone takes their seats. after exchanging heartwarming vows which caused some tears, it was time for ring bearer to come. everyone turns to see the cutest thing ever. gabriella dressed in a baby pink dress being carried by her tío peter in one arm and the other he holds the pillow with your wedding rings. a chorus of awws fills the area as they watch the adorable little girl down the aisle towards her parents. everyone’s heart melted, including yours and miguel’s. traditionally, it’s a little boy who is the ring bearer but you wanted your daughter to take the role. once she and peter reach the alter, gabriella immediately squeals happily the moment she recognizes her parents. another chorus of awws fills the outdoor air.

“hola, princesa.” miguel coos at her.

“hi, mi amor.” reaching out with a hand, you caress her cheek then leave a kiss on her forehead which she smiles at. “thank you, peter.”

“of course.” he offers a smile at you and miguel. peter is already an expert on handling babies since he has one of his own, mayday, who is a few months younger than gabriella.

once miguel takes the rings, peter hands back gabi to your mother and back down with his family. after saying the i do’s and slip on each other’s rings, you and miguel finally kiss as husband and wife. the crowd cheers and clasp for the newlyweds. it was a dream come true. it truly felt like a fairytale.

your heart swells with happiness at the beautiful memory. glancing up again to check on your family, they seem to having lots of fun. you can’t ask for anything more. it all seemed perfect.

later that evening after putting gabriella to sleep, you and miguel retire for the night. or so you thought. you’re already in bed by the time miguel comes from the bathroom after a shower. a soft hum escapes your lips when you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face nestled in your neck, feeling miguel’s breath against your skin. as you’re about to drift off to sleep, miguel’s hand slowly begin to roam around your body. caressing, touching, and gently groping your soft curves through your silky nightgown. his hands runs over the line of your waist, down to your hips and thighs, then back up to your sides right underneath your breast. each touch set your body on fire. that familiar pressure in between your thighs begins to grow. oh you know exactly where this is leading to and you can’t help but smile.

“very touchy tonight, huh?” you tease, relishing those large warm hands roaming over your body. miguel’s touch is your weakness.

“you’re just so beautiful. mi esposa hermosa.” he murmurs against your skin. a hint of seduction in his tone as he continues those sneaky touches.

then, you feel it. his erection pressed against the back of your thighs. your clit begins pulsating. since gabriella is asleep and thankfully a heavy sleeper, one night of fun won’t hurt. with a smile, you turn around and capture miguel’s lips with yours in a messy kiss. wrapping one arm around his neck to bring him closer as your spicy makeout session continues. a soft moan escapes your lips when his hand gently gropes one breast. the silk fabric of your nightgown against his fingertips. before you know it, miguel is on top of you and slipping off your panties before doing the same with his boxers. a shared moan mingles in the air as his cock slowly slides through your tight, wet walls. his thrust start slow, feeling each other and indulging in this intimate moment.

“té quiero.” miguel’s breath fans over your face as he continues thrusting, making sweet love to you. “mi esposa hermosa, té quiero tanto.”

“té quiero, miguel. oh~” you moan when his bulbous tip hits your sweet spot, arching your back. your nails dragging into his back, creating marks and indents.

it was passionate love-making. just you and miguel in the comfort of your bed. relishing the intimacy of your love. soft moans and groans mingle in the steamy air. eventually, his thrusts increase until it’s nothing but moans coming from your mouths. soon you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure. you let out a soft whimper when miguel releases his warm load inside you, filling up your womb to the brim. once you both recover from your highs, miguel cleans you and himself up with a towel and rejoins you back in bed. his broad chest against your back, an arm around your waist, your hand resting on top of his.

“té quiero, mi reina. you and our daughter. thank you for everything.” miguel whispers so lovingly.

“thank you for choosing us. té quiero, mi osito.”

everything was perfect. you have a beautiful family. your handsome loving husband miguel, your beautiful daughter gabriella, and your adorable dog luna. you couldn’t ask for anything better.

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Jungkook

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cookies]

Jimin isn't sure anymore what to think about you and Jungkook. But maybe tonight he realizes something.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, some Angst in this, major fluff too, christmas!!!

Wordcount: 3.1k words

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Jimin has no idea how to talk to you anymore.

It’s not like you became an entirely different person overnight, or as if Jungkook actively keeps him away from you- it’s just.. awkward. He’s seen you search online for jobs, something you’ve never done before, or at least you’ve never actually seemed to be interested in that. And neither has he ever wanted you to do get one- he’s making enough money for the both of you, you don’t have to provide for yourself.

But he believes that Jungkook might have something to do with it.

“jiminie?” You say, skipping towards him to put your phone down, a page opened. “can you drive me to my job interview tomorrow?” You ask, and Jimin frowns, looking at the page on your phone.

It's an email. You’ve been apparently asking for a job at a local grocery store to just help stock the shelves and such, but Jimin worries. “are you sure?” He asks, and you deflate quite a bit. “eight hours a day is a bit much to start with..” he says, and you huff, slumping over onto the kitchen counter.

“But I wanna have my own money too…” you mumble, complaining when the door opens, Yoongi entering.

“But baby you don’t have to? Just tell me how much you need and I’ll give it to you.” Jimin says, earning some attention from Yoongi who gets himself a bottle of cold coffee from the fridge.

“But then- noo, that’s not right!” You huff, tail smacking against your chair you’re sitting on. “no, I need my own for that!” You complain. “eight hours isn’t a lot! I can do that!”

“Can I look at it?” yoongi asks, and Jimin slides the phone over with a sigh. “eight hours five days a week. Have you ever worked before?” He wonders, and you sheepishly shake your head. “then eight hours might be a bit much as a start. Don’t they offer part time positions?” He asks, and you shrug.

“I’ll get less money then though..” you say disappointed, leaning back a big as your legs swing around.

“Work your way up then.” Yoongi encourages. “it’s a good job, decent pay even as part time.” He mumbles, looking through the job description. “I’d like to look over the contract before you sign it though. Just to make sure it’s all good.” He says, turning around to throw the bottle in the trash.

Jimin notices instantly how you look at Yoongi.

“There’s my princess!” Jungkook however breaks through the moment, picking you up from the chair you’re sitting on to hug you, tail wagging with excitement. He’s apparently just come home from work to pick you up- like he always does.

These days, the moment Jungkook is available, you’re gone out of sight.

Yoongi has already slowly brought up the topic of potentially changing the living situations permanently in the future- switching around so to speak, with Jungkook and you living in one house, while Jimin and Yoongi occupy the other. Of course, this wouldn’t be official due to the fact that both Jungkook and you are still hybrids and therefore legally not allowed to rent or own any land or property, but it could still work as long as the paperwork stays the way it is right now. Jimin isn’t really sure if he likes the idea.

He knows it’s inevitable, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.

Jungkook and you are gone as quickly as always, with the dog hybrid helping you wrap your scarf around your neck to keep you warm outside. He’s taking you for a bit of a date- he’s doing that a lot in fact. But especially now- with Christmas fast approaching and your love for all things sweet, it’s the perfect time to spoil you rotten.

You don’t tell him about your job hunting. You kind of want it to stay a bit of a secret.

“Do you know what you’d like as a Christmas present yet?” He wonders, warm hand holding yours as he swings them a bit, both of you walking through the busy streets full of food stalls and advertisements. You think a little, unsure.

“I don’t know.” You admit. Jimin and you always exchanged tiny presents, never truly having to think about what to gift the other.

“hm, I’ll have to think of something then.” He chuckles, squeezing your hand a second before he looks ahead again.

Back home, Jimin and Yoongi are arguing once again. “I’m just saying- what if they can’t keep the house tidy? She’s pretty messy..” jimin worries.

“Jungkook will get her to clean up, don’t worry he’s a bit chaotic but they’ll manage.” He easily defends. “jimin, I know it’s hard to let go but-“ he sighs when Jimin turns around, facing away from him. “-she’ll stay close? Literally next door.” He offers.

But it’s not enough. He wants you home.

“She’s already looking for a job. She clearly must be thinking of it too.” Yoongi says. “You can’t keep that away from her. She deserves that freedom.”

“She never worked before. She wont last.” Jimin says, sitting down again to put his head in his hands. “I don’t want her to go through that feeling of failure. She’s fine as it is- why does she suddenly want her own money? Just because Jungkook works?” He whines, and Yoongi shrugs, because he has an idea as to why you could be doing this.

“Does it really matter?” the older male says, sitting down as well. “this isn’t about the money, or the work, or the house, and you know this.” He tries to reason. “it’s about the fact that you don’t want her to leave.”

“Why can’t I have you both?” jimin softly complains. “it feels like I have to choose. Like.. I’d have to take Jungkook away from her to get her back.” He reveals his feelings, making Yoongi stay silent.

Because there’s really nothing he could say to make him feel any better.

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Yoongi waits for you in the car as you return from your job interview, offering him the documents to read through. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” yoongi asks, reading through the papers with a pair of glasses.

“Yeah, but I don’t.. want to just be lazy.” You mumble, playing with your new acrylics you got done with Jungkook. They’re Christmas themed. “Jungkook.. works a lot. And he's always so proud.” You say quietly. “I know working in a grocery store isn’t as cool as his job but..”

Yoongi looks over at you, a gentle expression on his face. “You have a lot to be proud of too.” He says, giving the documents back to you. “and even just part time is already a big thing. You’re a different category than Jungkook, remember that.”

“How do you know?” You ask, surprised.

“both simple observation-“ He smiles a bit, before he flips a page of your document. “-and the ability to read.” He chuckles, causing you to become a bit shy now.

He's right. It’s all written down right there.

“You’re right in the middle of categories. That’s got to be confusing.” He gently tells you. “Go slow and steady. They offer a training day, take it. I’ll bring you and pick you up, and then we’ll decide whether or not you’ll sign it, okay?” He asks, and you nod, watching him drive home in silence.

The moment you both step out in front of his house, you do something unique-

You hug him, an actual, full on hug, arms wrapped around him as you rub your cheek on his chest to scent him. “thanks.” You mumble, and Yoongi awkwardly pats your head, before you run off at the sight of Jungkook after giving yoongi the documents, as the dog hybrid is seen opening the front door to greet you.

“Well, that’s new.” Jimin hums. “is she growing closer to everyone but me now?” He half-jokes- though yoongi can hear some genuine insecurities.

“I think it’s simply evening out, Jimin.” Yoongi tries to explain. “see it like that. Her attention is like a bottle of water. And before, it was all just filling one cup- yours.” He says as they’re both inside the kitchen now, him taking out two glasses and a bottle of water. “But now, there’s more cups to fill. And Jungkook’s simply gets a bit more from her.. well, because it’s a special cup, you could say.” He chuckles.

“I was just as spoiled, huh.” Jimin sighs, taking the glass of water from him, staring at it.

“Pretty much. But just like her, you’ll adapt.” He gently hums, hand on his. “it’s just a bit tough right now. And hey-“ he says, leaning over the table a bit to get closer, faces only inches apart.

“-You’ve got your own special cup too, no?”

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Jungkook and you cuddle on the sofa, when he notices it again.

Sometimes, whenever you’re close like this, or he offers you just a tad bit too much physical affection, you seem to become almost drunk off of it. He’s noticed it in public too, whenever he hugs you fully and gives you a lot of kisses or even just a hand on your back running up and down a bit too often. Now, he knows that cat hybrids can get excited from a lot of physical contact- but you seem especially sensitive.

Almost as if you’re not the same category as himself.

He doesn’t really know how to ask you, considering that it might be a touchy subject- but he’s also endlessly curious. Though, right now, it’s not a very pressing issue, as you’re both in the privacy of the home he technically shares with Yoongi. These days, your things have found their way into this house as well though- from clothes in the wash, blankets on the couch, or stuffed toys in his bedroom that you wanted to show off but forgot to take back.

He can’t say he doesn’t like it.

You’re happily purring against him, rolling over onto your back, sweater rising up a bit to reveal your stomach- and he can’t help himself as he leans over you to kiss the skin, cold top of his nose making you giggle. “You’re so pretty.” He chuckles as well, moving up to kiss your lips now. You’re buzzing with emotions now, tail swiping from side to side, smacking hard against the couch now as he charges you up again.

It's then that you bite him, and he notices it.

As if he looks at you for the first time so intensely, he realizes a few things. From the more pronounced feline shape of your pupils, to the more defined sharpened teeth of yours. It doesn’t just seem like you’re a different category- you most likely are.

And yet you seem so aware? Something doesn’t make sense- but right now, it’s not the moment to ask about it.

Instead, he watches how you let go of his arm again, only some slight marks present on his skin, proving that you didn’t mean to hurt him at all- that it was just a reaction to get rid of all that excitement. It’s cute to him, most of all, so he doesn’t really care about it, happy sighing along with you as you both entangle your legs together before you cuddle up, getting ready to nap a little.

It's Jungkook’s favorite part of the day.

If he didn’t like his job so much, he’d stay home with you all day every day, and he’d never get bored of anything at all as long as you’d be there at his side. But to spoil you how you deserve it, he needs money- so it’s currently for the best to be away for seven hours and be able to offer you the best he can.

And you deserve only the best, in his opinion.

♥━━━━━━━━━━•.♡.•━━━━━━━━━━━━♥

You feel ashamed when Yoongi picks you up from your first day.

You had to take breaks way more often than you thought you’d have to, it was honestly stressful despite the fact that you did nothing but stock shelves for four hours. You’re being paid- but you also feel almost defeated. You can’t see yourself doing this long term- you feel absolutely drained.

“I know I’m repeating myself, but it’s fine to admit if it’s not for you.” Yoongi tells you, who just starts at your lap. “no shame in it.”

“Why can’t I be normal?” You mumble.

“Because no one is.” Yoongi simply chuckles. “some might fit a common standard. But there is really no ‘normal’. Only average at best.” He explains.

“then I wanna be average.” You say.

“But that’s not you.” He shrugs. “and we all like you the way you are.” He offers. “Jimin mentioned to me that you don’t like Christmas. Are you upset because of that right now?” He wonders, genuinely curious.

“Christmas.. I don’t know.” You tell him. “It’s all.. a lot. Like, the lights, and the noise, and everyone’s always on edge, and nervous..” you confess.

“Its stressful.” Yoongi concludes, and you nod.

“And I also always feel bad.” You admit. “because.. Jiminie always gets me a lot of presents, but all I can give him is.. stupid stuff I made myself.” You say.

“Ah, now I get why you want to work so badly.” Yoongi clicks his tongue.

“I want to give you guys nice stuff too!” You cry out, finally letting it all out to someone. “I want to make you happy too, but I can’t do anything, and I can’t buy anything! I can only take, that’s it!” You huff angrily, ears pinned back when you notice Yoongi pulling up to a small grocery store. “Huh?” You wonder, distracted, when Yoongi runs a hand over your head- the touch able to calm you down quite a bit as you look at him.

“you and Jimin are very similar, you know?” He smiles. “You need to be more open. Don’t suffer all by yourself- getting help isn’t admitting defeat.” He says. “how about you help with chores at home, and I’ll give you some pocket money for it?”

“But then I’ll take money from you again.” You deny.

“Its not that different from working. You do something, I’ll pay you. Simple.” He shrugs.

“…OK.” You nod, determined, as he reaches over to wipe your cheeks, tears staining them that you didn’t even notice falling.

“there we go.” He grins, before driving back home with you.

♥━━━━━━━━━━•.♡.•━━━━━━━━━━━━♥

After Yoongi had informed the rest of them back home about your actual issues with the holiday season, Jungkook is now busy making sure the new Christmas lights aren’t blinking anymore but instead glowing steady, settings adjusted. He's almost done, when you rush into the house, almost tripping upstairs. “everything okay?” Jungkook calls, Jimin and Yoongi looking after you as well.

“Everything’s fine, promise!” You call down. “I just gotta wrap some stuff!!” You say, before something chatters, making Yoongi chuckle.

“So all those Years.. she didn’t hate Christmas at all?” jimin wonders.

“I mean, cats are pretty sensitive to stuff like that.” Jungkook mumbles with his head almost entirely stuck within the large Christmas tree. “and she’s a different category so- ouch!” He flinched when the pines prick him a little.

“I never thought that the difference in just seven percent is that big..” jimin shamefully sighs to himself.

“Well, you know now.” Yoongi reassures. “the past is the past. Let’s focus on the future.”

You’re downstairs a few hours later with a few colorful bandaids on your fingers from papercuts, watching the cookies in the oven bake with Jungkook hugging you. Some of them are shaped like cats, others like dogs. “can we eat them when they’re done?” You wonder.

“They’ll be hot though.” Jungkook chuckles. “you’ll burn your tongue.”

“I don’t wanna wait..” you huff.

“I’ll distract you then.” Jungkook suggests. “we can go put the presents under the tree while they cool down.” He says, letting go of you to take them out, careful not to have you get hurt.

“Okay.” You nod, fetching all the little things you wrapped admittedly a bit chaotically. Still, everyone’s proud- it’s not an easy task for you, and it’s clear that you had to take breaks multiple times in between wrapping to get your focus back on track. “mine look all crumpled up..” you pout, sitting on the floor in front of all the presents.

“You got drastically better though after the first two.” Yoongi comments. “that one there looks pretty neat.” He points to a small one, and you purr at that, before you turn. “You want some?” He offers the peeled tangerine, which you take.

“She’s warmed up to him.” Jimin notices from the sidelines, and Jungkook nods, tail wagging.

“Isn’t it great?” He says, though his tail slows when he notices Jimin’s rather somber look. “Why are you so against us loving her.?” He asks, and Jimin looks towards the dog hybrid in surprise.

“What?” He asks, caught off guard.

“I don’t know. But it feels like you’re.. upset that she’s befriending Yoongi. Or that she loves me now.” He explains.

“I’m not upset.” The older human denies. “I’m just.. scared.”

“Of what?” Jungkook calls, bewildered. “aren’t we a family now?”

A family.

Jimin hasn’t really thought of it that way- but Jungkook’s right. Yoongi and the dog hybrid aren’t taking you away, really- they’re more like an extension now, added on instead of pushed into the existing bond you two once had. The only one who pulled away had been himself.

“we all love her. In different ways.” Jungkook smiles. “the only one who’s making it weird is you.” He jokes, before he joins in, tugging on your tail playfully to get you to turn and tackle him, Yoongi sighing as he has to make sure you both don’t tumble right into the tree.

And that night, a switch had been flipped.

Jimin finally jumps over his own shadow again, helping you unwrap your presents, while also almost brought to tears when he receives yours. It’s all warm, and happy, and almost like you’re both back to normal again- but one look around him offers him a true picture of what it is now.

You both have always considered each other family-

You’re just a few more people now.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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yandere-sins · 2 years ago

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Just read your yandere!Ghost HCs and I am absolutely in love!! What are your thoughts on a shared darling between an all yandere!task force 141? Do you think it will make Ghost less possessive cause he doesn't have to worry about protecting their darling all the time or even more so cause he has to share? 🤔 Also curious about the other members interacting both with their darling and each other.

You're an amazing writer and I love all of your works so much!! Have a lovely day!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for your request! ♥ I only did the core members I know of and about, hope that's alright!

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Price

♡ John has undisputed dips on you in this dynamic. He doesn't take the active role of caretaker for you, but he gets to hold you first after a mission, be the first to kiss you, and ask if you've eaten and if you were good while he was gone. He's the one giving orders concerning you after consulting with the others, and he's the one to cozy up to if you really want to better your living situation, even though he doesn't easily fall for tricks. You'll have to behave in front of him because the punishments he orders are all the harsher. Putting you into your place never feels more bittersweet than when he gives you both carrot and stick to remind you of your position by his side. That you are nothing without him. That you need him. But as long as you indulge him a little whenever he asks for it, his presence in the group isn't much trouble to you.

♡ Price mostly hands over taking care of you to the boys, laughing when he jokes about "being too old" to clean up after you. But he has that authority no one can argue against. If he wants you in his bed for the night, the others won't complain as they send you to his room, and if he dislikes your attitude, he'll treat you like a rookie soldier in need of some discipline—just without professionalism holding him back. But it's so easy to get along with him if only you let down your pride a bit. When you catch him watching you across the table, get up from whoever's lap you are on and climb on Price's. Allow him to knead your thighs and ass while you cuddle against his chest, and you'll have this grown man melt with affection for you. And when he asks whose bed you want to share that night, never hesitate to ask for his. If he doesn't want to, he'll send you away anyway, but showing him how devoted you are will earn you lots of browny points that might help you out of more complicated situations with the others. Price never forgets what you do—neither good nor bad.

Soap

♡ Soap is, undoubtedly, the social butterfly of the group, and you are his unwilling victim. He so loves to hang out with you, every bit of attention going straight to his ego. Then again, he's also your best bet when it comes to food, bathing, and other basic needs that you want met from your captors. He's the easiest to ask for anything because he wants your attention desperately and will try to fulfill your wishes like a dog trying to impress his owner. He's also your main chaperon around base, gladly escorting you to the kitchen, the bathroom, or wherever the rest of the group is. If no one else claims you for the day or night, his room is basically yours, and you are often collected from it, as John will claim all your time and your sanity if left unchecked.

♡ Regardless, behind all the smiles and jokes, he's definitely the most obsessed. You'll find him wide awake, watching you sleep at night or licking your cutlery after you eat. There have been no fewer than three times that he didn't accompany you into the shower, taking advantage of you whenever he can. It's hard to look into his eyes sometimes, wide open and swirling with madness while he watches you, always right there to catch you when you fall. Soap will gladly lick the blood off your wounds if he's not pulled away by the collar of his shirt. King of not caring what the others think, he's not even realizing how weird he's being, but you know. You know what he does with your underwear at night. You know the crazed rambles he whispers into your ear when he thinks you're asleep. You wholeheartedly believe he's tempering with your food sometimes, and you know there's hell to pay if you make him snap. John will take a lot of screaming and fighting back. However, you still have bruises from the last time his composure cracked, and no amount of him kissing them better helps to forget the way he can and will crack your skull on a wall if you defy him one too many times.

Ghost

♡ The reality is that Simon profits greatly from the arrangement but isn't too keen on it. He'll tolerate it; watch quietly as everyone else salivates over you. But nothing can convince him that any of the guys are better for you than he is. Even if he gives in to Price's authority, Soap's efforts, and Roach's right to you, doesn't mean he thinks they should have you. He's known for stealing you out of beds and sometimes kidnapping you to someplace the others won't find right away to get some undisturbed alone time. However, being with him is terrifying. You won't be able to relax, your heart pounding against your ribcage when you're with him. After all, it's Ghost, and he's a big, unpredictable meanie, at least in your opinion.

♡ Doesn't help that he's usually the one to diffuse any problems the others have with you before taking you with him and giving you the punishment you'll feel for the next few days. The others trust him to do the right thing, to make you obedient and sweet again. And he does, most of the time. There's only so much pain and torture you can endure. But he's also the one to mend your wounds and patch you up, gently asserting authority over you when you get fussy while he helps you stay alive after one of the others caused havoc on your body. You told him so many times you wanted to die, and he was the one to soothe you, hold you until you fell asleep. Sometimes, you think about thanking him. But then you remember his other side, the one that enjoys your pain, enjoys your dependency on him. The Ghost that loves cornering you against walls and kissing you breathlessly while you struggle, the one that broke and put your ankles into casts after you tried to run away. The shadow that is always there to remind you to play nice but who never rewards you in return. He must love you, somewhere, deep inside his shrewd brain. But you hate him with every fiber of your being. He's your worst nightmare, enemy, the bastard of the group. And your savior, protector, and most devoted lover at the same time.

Roach

♡ Gary is the yandere that you want to get along with. Who you actively try to pull on your side against the others, thinking he'd give you some leniency and compassion. After all, he ensures you get what you need when everyone else is too busy fawning over you. He brings in the goods to play with you, and makes you little gifts that you know are from him but he never claims your thanks. Roach is the last escape when you're in for another punishment, and you gladly disregard the fact that he's turning a blind eye to what his mates are doing if it means escaping whatever Soap or Ghost are planning to do with you. He's the eery presence at your back, his eyes always drilling into you, but his hands never forcing you towards him. He feels��safe. Safer than anyone else, at least. But still waters are deep, and you don't know how you and his delayed gratification affect him.

♡ You are in for a rude awakening when you run to him, beg him to help you, and plead with him to make the others stop. Suddenly, his hands are all over you, and you are pulled into his lap, tightly secured in his arms, face burying into the crook of your neck as he breathes you in. It feels like you're imprisoned in his grasp, your body crushed between his and his arms. He's patient, always laying in wait for you to come to him, so when you do, you are all his. No one dares to disturb him when he traps you against him. The others might sigh and groan but will retreat and give him the time he's owed, considering he never asks for it. And Roach plans to use his time with you wisely, give you all the attention and care he's been holding back or doing in the shadow. You'll belong to him all night long without a second to breathe while he devours you, devotes all his love to you. You'll only be given back once he's done smothering you in suffocating adoration, leaving his marks all over you, and making you thoroughly regret the trust you put into him to help you and protect you. He's just as bad, if not worse than the others, and he'll gladly lure you into the fake sense of safety again with his presence and subtle touches that will keep them away as no one knows when Roach is ready to claim you again. Now that he had a taste, it's hard not to want more...

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nataliebattery · 11 days ago

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Good morning/afternoon/evening, sorry if I'm bothering you and you can totally ignore my ask, I would like to ask if possible, what would the Bay Boys (TMNT) be like if they realized that they were completely in love (in a healthy way) with a human

Of course! You ask and you shall receive!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞~✨❤︎︎♡︎♥︎( ˘ ³˘)

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥

Y/n- “so if we do that there’s a better chance we won’t get caught…” you say to Leo giving your input

Raph- “or if we do that weak little idea of yours we get out asses kicked by a bunch of foot shoulders…” Raphael says with a slight cock of his head

Y/n- *raises a brow* “or if maybe we can shut our mouths and be quiet we won’t get ou𝐫 asses kicked” you say with your eyebrows raises and a slight bob of your head and April suppresses a smirk

A few minutes after that, Raphael started to realize that he loved your feisty little attitude and that you were not afraid to stand your ground and stand up for yourself. He liked that you did not let people walk over you. Raphael when he’s in love, he starts to be more rude to you if you will say because he’s trying his best to hide his emotions. He’ll be avoiding you more and trying not to talk to you more and trying to avoid eye contact with you because it gives him little turtle butterflies when his eyes meet yours It’s usually you that has to initiate the conversation because if you don’t, who knows how long you could go without talking to him so once he starts to get more comfortable that he’s in love with you. He’ll start to relax a bit more around you and he’ll start to be a little bit more nice to you And you guys will sometimes have little roast battles where you playfully insult each other overall he’s just a really insecure guy and needs some time to open up and get comfortable. he will be just a little bit more protective over you, especially towards Casey or Vern if he sees them eyeing you but he won’t be like the boldly possessive type He’ll probably just tell them to back off or something.

ꨄ

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨

realizes that he is in love with you when you comfort him after an argument with Raph.

It all started when you walked into the lair after a tiring day of work/school and you hear yelling so you walk a little faster and see your crush arguing with his brother. There voices booming while Leo was in the kitchen and Raph was in the living room and they were yelling at eachother you had a concerned look of your face and you were worried that it would maybe get physical. Mikey and Donnie were watching and so were you.

Leo- Raph you almost got us caught with that little stunt! How many times to I have to tell you to think before you act! It’s not a game so get your head on straight!

Raph- yeah?! Well maybe your ass should learn how to be a better leader and take consideration into how other people are feeling! What if I don’t wanna go by your dumb plans

Leo sighed and your voices was louder then both of there’s

Y/n- both of you shut up! Raph go to your room Leo walk to the dojo!

Raph shoves the couch out of his way and storms off to his room and poor leo was just so stressed so you walk behind Leo to the dojo

Y/n- what the hell happened!

You say your face having a look of concern and worry

Leo- Raph wanted to be a rebel and went straight in and attacked a foot soldier and there ended up to be 30 of them! This is why I always tell him think before you act! He never wants to listen to me!

You let Leo vent to you about the situation for a few minutes and think…Man he’s kinda sexy when he’s mad..so after Leo’s done you speak up in a soft tone and put your hand on his bicep

Y/n- I know being the leader is stressful at times..I know it’s hard but you also have to take the time to see how all three of your brothers are feeling…they all wanna be a big help to..before you wanna be a good leader..you need to be a good brother first..

Leo realized that your meaningful words had a deep meaning to them and he looks a little confused for a moment..Leo realized that he was in love with you that night.

At first when April first introduced you and Casey to the boys Leo was the most judge mental of you. Always secretly watching you to see if you were a spy or something always analyzing you. Kind of cold towards you. The way he looked at you kind of sent shivers down your spine. You felt out of place around him. But when he wanted up to you he would be more nice to you actually initiating conversations with you. His poker face might betray him when you give him a hug and he might crack a smile and Mikey loves to tease him about it when you leave

Mikey- Leo I saw the way you were all up on y/n I see you bro!

Leo- hush…*he says while trying not to crack a smile*

Leo would be more thoughtful his loves goes DEEP like the type that makes you feel so protected you worry about nothing when your with him

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

Our shy boy He realized he was in love with you when you were in his lab and he was trying to figure out this new code he was working on

Donnie- stupid code…*he mutters*

You raise a brow and walk over behind his chair and point to an error on his computer screen

Donnie- really! It was right there the whole time and I didn’t even see it! *he says his eyebrow muscles furrowing and letting out a sight of frustration*

Y/n- calm down…we all make mistakes *you say putting a hand on his shoulder before walking back over to your beanbag chair

Donnie- so you uhm..know how to code? *he says turning his chair to you

Y/n- oh baby I’m the master of coding! *you say with a smirk* I’m the leader of the highschool robotics team!

Donnie- ok then..how about we have a code debugging challenge?

Y/n- your on!

Donnie when he accepts that he’s in love with you he relaxes around you more and is less clumsy and doesn’t stutter as much he would find it really cute when you fall asleep in the bean bag chair he made just for you

He would be a little sad when you wouldn’t hang out in his lab because he enjoys the company. Donnie is really shy so it would have to be you that initiates the physical contact sometimes like walking up behind his chair and slumping your arms over his shoulders

This sweet boy would say the nicest things to you about how your so pretty and it would melt your heart

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

Our ball of fun would not be so discreet about his crush he’s flirting with you when you and him are playing games and if you want him to stop. Trust he will stop he would not want to make you feel uncomfortable

Mikey realizes he is in love with you when you and him were playing Mario cart and you won again and Mikey pouts and you do a victory dance and Mikey realizes how fun you actually are.

At first he was kind of scared to talk to you because he thought you were mean.

When you explained it him that wasn’t the case and you just have social anxiety he was like your best buddy you guys were always laughing when you were together.

Always goofing around and play fighting. He would always give you a hug when you walked into the lair and lift you off of the ground.

Mikey of course loves physical touch so always expect a hug when you come and go. He’s always your hype man also he one time made a sketch of you and you found it in his room and he was a bit embarrassed because he thought you might think it was creepy.

But when you asked him if you could have it and you loved it. It kind of inflated his ego

#tmnt bayverse x reader #Tmnt #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2014 #tmnt2016 #leo bayverse #mikeybayverse #Raphael bayverse #Donnie bayverse

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eringobragh420 · 9 months ago

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༘.ᐟ ⋮ coming undone (3/?)

✘ pairing — roman reigns ♥︎ jey uso ♥︎ jimmy uso ♥︎ f!reader ✘ summary — roman decides to bring his girlfriend's fantasy to life after she passes the bar exam. ✘ links — one. two. three. ✘ words — 2k ✘ warnings — nsfw. dirty talk, daddy/uncle kink, oral (f receiving) 18+ ✘ taglist — if you’d like to be added, please click here!

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continued from part two.

As they left the club through the back entrance, Roman’s SUV already waiting, she wondered for how long he’d been planning this, and exactly how much plotting he’d done, especially with his vehicle having already been valeted to the back. Shaking her head, nearly smacking herself for worrying about something so trivial when she had three of the sexiest men on planet earth in her orbit, she squeezed Roman’s hand and looked up at him. Roman met her gaze, his face deadly serious, and an icy snake of terror slithered and constricted around her heart, but then he winked, and suddenly he was all mischief and mirth. She considered briefly punching him, but she didn’t want to break a nail on her brand new set.

Once arriving at the SUV, Roman smoothly released her hand, placing it into that of his cousin’s. He smiled, kissing her cheek, and then he strolled around the front of the vehicle, bound for the driver’s seat. Her eyes slid to Jimmy, the twin whose hand was cradling hers, and he was grinning that sunshine grin, the special Jimmy one, the one that always succeeded in making her feel at ease. He pressed his soft lips to the back of the hand he held, and she averted her gaze as her cheeks and neck started heating up. Jey opened the back door, Jimmy leading the way into the backseat, and Jey grabbed the back of her neck, her hand still in Jimmy’s, Jey’s lips colliding with hers seconds later. She groaned, free hand cupping his jaw, and she fed off his talent, and his hunger, her tongue going pound for pound with his. Licking across his grill was a whole new thrill, and her thighs quivered.

“Come on, y’all, damn,” Jimmy snickered.

Jey severed their kiss, a string of saliva bridging their bottom lips, and she was quick to suck it into her mouth. Jey’s grip tightened on her neck as he watched, somehow expressionless, and he touched his lips to her ear, the jewelry over his teeth clinking with the jewelry in her ear as he rasped, “Get in there. Lay back on big bro. And pull that dress up. Uncle Jey and Uncle Jimmy gon’ take real good care of you.”

“Daddy?” she asked.

“You can call ‘em whatever you want, baby girl,” Roman rumbled from the driver’s seat.

She lost her breath, audibly so, and when her eyes met Jey’s ebony ones, she knew he was going to ruin her in the most delicious way possible. In something of a daze—had Jey’s eyes hypnotized her?—she carefully climbed into the backseat with both brothers’ assistance. Jimmy—oops, Uncle Jimmy—welcomed her with that million watt smile, and he grasped her face, needing his own thorough kiss, and so enthralled was she by how smooth Jimmy was, she never noticed Jey on the seat behind her.

“What do these do?” Jimmy asked, not waiting for an answer before snatching the strings of her dress and yanking. Her dress shrunk in on itself from the middle, the bottom sliding up over her ass. “Oh, hell yeah,” Jimmy gushed.

“Uce!” Jey hollered behind her.

Jimmy shook his head. “Sorry, bro.” He looked at her, that angelic smile on his lips, but his eyes were devilish, and he started to maneuver her onto her back. “Just lay your pretty ass down,” he sang. She lay between his legs, against his chest, and she looked at Jey.

Jey had a knee on the seat and a foot on the floor to stabilize himself—when did he close the door? When the hell did they start moving?—as he spread her thighs. She might have felt embarrassed on any other occasion for being so pathetically wet by the time he cast his gaze between her legs, but she wanted him to know, all of them to know, how turned on she was, how dirty she felt, and how fucking ready she was for them.

“Oh,” Jey breathed a laugh, but it was more out of amazement than mockery. “I was gonna leave these on, but—” She lifted her hips upon feeling his fingers tugging at her underwear, and she brought her legs back together so he could pull them off. With the speed of molasses, she lifted a heel to the back of the passenger seat headrest, though not before scraping it along Jey’s bicep, her other one to the floor, presenting her smooth, soaking pussy to Uncle Jey. And maybe she should have felt weird or actually dirty instead of the fun dirty, but Jey was lifting her sodden panties to his nose, inhaling long and hard, and her eyes rolled back, a tiny mewl escaping her bruised lips. “She wet as fuck,” Jey announced. Jimmy held his hand out, and she watched her underwear fly through the air. That’s when she caught Roman’s dark, smoldering eyes in the rearview mirror.

“You good, baby?” he asked, stopping at a red light. The color painted most of the inside of the SUV and its occupants.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied softly, eyes drawn back to Jey as he slithered to his knees on the floorboard, warm, rough hands spreading her thighs and draping them over his shoulders. “I’m okay,” she finished absently.

“You better hold on, girl,” Jimmy rasped in her ear before kissing and sucking at her neck. “Uce a eater.”

Jey grunted in agreement before he dove face first into her pussy. She squealed, instinctively jumping away from him, and he moved his hands from her thighs to her hips. He yanked her back to his mouth, and this time she stayed put, though her back arched, and she cried out again. Jey’s tongue was nothing short of toe-curling, fast, slow, wide circles, tiny laps. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she nearly bowed out of Jimmy’s arms. He giggled, bringing her back into position.

“Told you,” he said, mouth returning to her ear.

“Fuck,” she whispered, resting her hand on the top of Jey’s head, squeezing and tugging at his short hair.

“Lil’ bro would eat pussy for all three meals if he could,” Jimmy went on, and she nuzzled into him, scraping her cheek along his beard, her hips rocking against Jey’s mouth, and her body was being torn in two different directions. “You should hear the shit he used to say about you.” She gasped, riding Jey’s face, whining after each nip from his teeth, from the smooth jewelry decorating his teeth. Jimmy dropped her panties on her stomach before he pulled at the top of her dress, the snap buttons separating with a hushed click, and he revealed a bra that matched those panties. He cupped her breasts, massaging tenderly, continuing with his story, “Talkin’ about all he needed was for the Tribal Chief’s girl to sit on his face and he gonna take down the Undertaker.”

Jey pulled away from her pussy with a smack, and her body undulated. “Hey, man!” he screeched, gesturing as subtly as possible toward the front of the vehicle. Roman’s chuckle was like a roll of thunder, and his girlfriend joined him, snickering, laying her hands atop Jimmy’s on her breasts. “The hell is so funny?” Jey wanted to know.

“Daddy knew, Uncle Jey,” she purred, trying it out, licking her lips as Jimmy’s warm hands slipped under the cups of her bra, pads of his fingers grazing her hardening nipples. “Daddy knows everything,” she finished with a whisper.

Jey’s eyes darkened, his perfect, pillowy lips pulling back from his teeth, brandishing the grill, and she didn’t see much difference between him and a werewolf. He smashed his face back into her pussy, his hands vices on her hips, and she screamed, spine arching.

“Fuck,” she whined, adding dozens more vowels to the word. “Daddy?”

“It’s alright, baby,” Roman cajoled, glancing at her in the rearview mirror before making a turn. “You don’t have to ask Daddy for permission tonight.”

The noises Jey was making were terribly filthy, filling the large SUV, and maybe she didn’t need to ask permission, but she still needed Roman. “Daddy,” she whimpered.

“You wanna hold Daddy’s hand?” Roman asked, his sinewy arm twisting so he could reach into the backseat, and she squeezed his hand.

Jey was eating her like a starved man. Jimmy’s arms were wrapped around her, and he’d lowered her bra below her breasts so he could pinch and pull at her aching nipples freely. And now she was holding Roman’s hand. The orgasm ripped through her like a category five hurricane. Her hand crushed Roman’s—or it would have, had it been even remotely close to the size of his hand. Her thighs clenched around Jey’s face, and the man groaned like he’d just had his mama’s home cooking. And Jimmy’s mouth was over hers, swallowing her screams, twisting her nipples.

Emerging from the haze, she watched Roman’s free hand on the steering wheel, the heel turning it left, and the SUV pulled into their driveway. She slowly released Roman’s hand, their fingers lingering, and Jey stared her down as he wiped her cum from his mouth and beard. Jimmy helped her into a sitting position, probably assisting more than he should have had to, but her body was akin to jello. She snapped enough of the buttons on her dress to cover her bra—they had neighbors, after all—and she lifted her hips so Jey could pull the bottom of her dress down to a semi-respectable length.

Roman opened the back door, buttoning his blazer as he waited on them. Jey hopped out, and she wasn’t sure how she expected the two men to interact after what had just happened, but it certainly wasn’t for them to exchange a choreographed handshake before sharing one of those man hugs, complete with back-slapping and everything. It seemed almost congratulatory, but who was congratulating who? On the other hand, it also seemed grateful. Again, which was thankful?

“You need to turn off that big brain, girl,” Jimmy said, still behind her. “I can smell the smoke.”

She smirked, shaking her head, and Roman held his hand out for her. She took it, but it wasn’t enough to steady her orgasm-drunk body, and he had to reach inside with his other hand for more stability. Her heels clicked on the driveway, and Roman slipped his arms around her.

“Havin’ fun?” he asked. She smiled, nodding. “You still wanna take ‘em home?” She nodded again. Roman wore his own smile as his hands slid up her body so he could cradle her face. “I was watching you,” he growled against her lips. She exhaled, lifting her chin for a kiss, but he pulled back, and his hands on her face kept her in place. “When he made you come.”

She swallowed. “Did you like it, Daddy?” she whispered. Roman’s jaw worked before he nodded. “Did I look pretty?” Her hand slid south over his statuesque abs, but he grabbed it before she could get any further.

Her boyfriend’s chuckle was wicked, an obvious warning. “Easy, baby girl. Easy.” She pouted, stuck out bottom lip and knitted brows, and Roman kissed her nose. “Why don’t you take them upstairs? Pick a room, and I’m gonna grab some drinks and maybe some … party favors.”

Her scowl was erased just like that, because that was one of many effects her boyfriend had on her. He slapped her ass as she turned around, took Jimmy and Jey’s hands, and led them toward the house. She’d known from the beginning this event wasn’t going to take place in their bedroom, but she appreciated Roman considering the situation as well, and that he didn’t want them in their bedroom either.

“Sweet, uce,” Jey said. “I swear it’s the sweetest pussy you’re ever gonna taste.” She tossed a smirk over her shoulder. “What?” he asked. “You think I’m lyin’?”

“Absolutely not,” she replied. “I was just gonna agree with you. It’s the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, too.”

The looks on their faces were priceless.

The night had only just begun.

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little-worm-grant · 1 year ago

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How They Loved You

Moonboys x You (Reader)

730 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: Who fell in love with you first? How do they behave around you? Some ramblings of how each of the alters likes to love you.

Warnings: No smut but suggestive.

Dedicated to @lunaselena - ♥

Steven thought it the moment he met you. The way you talked. The way you smiled at him. How kind you were. Didn’t show him any sign of being sick of his rambling. He was smitten. Didn’t take him long to blurt it out. He wanted to please you in every way he could think of. He learned fast. Intuitive towards you. Empathetic to your needs. He listened. Searched for ways to gently push buttons he never knew existed before you.

Simply having you existing gave him all the motivation he needed to try and make you happy. You let him explore and find his confidence. In turn, he’d find ways to surprise you. Always with that dopey grin on his face and that eagerness like you wouldn’t believe.

He’d be the one that’d spend a whole movie massaging your back. Cuddling or staring at you that little bit longer or until he couldn’t any more. He’s easily flustered and still bashful at times. Eyes quickly cast away as you strip the last of your clothing. His gaze would always return.

Once he was comfortable in your space? He’d be sneaking up to try and surprise you. Playful in his kisses and bites against you. Knowing exactly what he was doing but feigning innocence. More giggly in his flirting and teasing. Checking in when he can to make sure everything he’s doing and you’re doing is okay. He’d worship the ground you stood on if he could.

Sure, he liked you for a while, but it took Marc getting to know you before it came down hot and heavy. Suddenly there was no air to breathe unless it was yours. You were his thoughts day and night. He needed all his time with you. Felt he was missing out anytime the others were with you instead of him.

Years would pass and he’d still be the same way. Utterly devoted. Not loud in his affection or words like the others sometimes were, but he made sure you knew he loved you. Gentle in all the right ways. Rough in the ways you both needed. He’d be the one doing the most to make sure you were cared for. Feed you. Drag you into baths and showers with him. Pull you into his arms to nap with him.

Marc loves you and only you. You’re more important to him than himself. He’d be the kind to burn the world down just to keep you safe. He’d kill for you. He’d be the most unstable if you left. A kind of obsessiveness he knows can’t be healthy but can’t help himself.

Took the longest time for him to express his feelings. Even if he felt it, he never expected it to be reciprocated. Marc’s good at putting on a show of being stoic and decisive. Deep down he still felt undesirable, like he wasn’t worth you. How lucky he was to have such a person to orbit around. You were his sun. His planet. And all the stars around him.

Took him the longest to come around to the idea of loving you. Told yourself it was because he wasn’t out much and when he was he’d tried to avoid you and the others. Too used to his own bubble. Worried you’d hurt him if you got the chance. By being in constant proximity to the others, you caught glimpses of him. And in those glimpses, you seemed to like what you saw.

Jake’s moment of falling in love wasn’t hard and fast like Steven’s, or hot and heavy like Marc’s. It was an “awww fuck. Shit.” Kind of moment. Him standing there rubbing his gloved hand over his face because he realizes he really does care about this spicy little dumbass. You drive him crazy and he couldn’t understand until now why he wants you to keep doing that.

He wants to excite you. Take you out to see and do things you’ve probably never seen or done before. Enjoys the company in those long drives he loves to take. You catch him off guard with being okay he’s more his own person. He likes to be around and indispensable to others. Likes that you like seeing him like that. Marc’s bold, but Jake can be bolder. He’s possibly a little more on the competitive side. Isn’t one to back down.

#steven grant #marc spector #jake lockey #moon knight #oscar isaac #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #open rp #open starter #marcs pov #jakes pov #stevens pov #moon boys

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ink-n-shadow · 9 months ago

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I would love to hear more of your ideas on the ABO!141 AU Glad you're feeling better, hope that your day is way better tomorrow <3

thank you love ♥ this was just a lil idea i had about kyle as the only beta in the pack bc i genuinely believe it’d be a little bit stressful and chaotic and he’d just need a break every so often

(also this is an old(ish) work that i've had in my drafts! i'm still kinda on a writing break until next monday, but enjoy <3)

kyle’s kind of the designated caretaker of the home and base. you can always find him straightening the pillows or folding up blankets, sometimes sweeping the dust bunnies from the floors or vacuuming the couch cushions. it’s a way for him to kind of reset himself and get time to himself. as the only beta in the group, it’s sometimes overwhelming to be caught in the middle all of the time, somewhat of a constant push and pull. so when any of you see kyle tidying up, you know to give him his space.

the only one who can really pull kyle out of his routine is john, who strides calmly up behind him as he folds up a blanket to drape along the back of the couch. he’s jostled from his dissociation by the feeling of two giant paws rubbing up his back slowly before resting on his shoulders, giving a soft squeeze that has kyle humming.

“thought you were doin’ paperwork,” kyle mumbles softly as he glanced over his shoulder at the alpha, eyes fluttering when he notices the soft look in them. “y’ need me for somethin’, cap?”

and it’s john’s turn to hum, bringing kyle’s attention back to the blanket with a gentle nudge of his nose against the back of his neck. “need you to take a break—y’know how long you’ve been cleanin’?”

kyle’s silence is enough of an answer, and he finally accepts defeat when john takes the blanket from him and drapes it across the back of the couch half folded, letting the alpha spin him around to face him. kyle instinctively tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for john when the alpha shakes his head gently, tilting kyle’s head back down with a couple fingers on his chin.

“why don’t you go to that one cafe y’like down the street, yeah? take some time for y’self, sweetheart,” john coos softly and lets his hands come up to kyle’s jaw, holding his cheeks in the palms of his hands. before kyle even has the chance to ask the question, john’s answering it. “don’t worry ‘bout the ‘megas—simon ‘nd i got it under control.”

and kyle can’t help but lurch forward to bury his face into john’s neck, arms wrapping around his body and hugging him tight against his body. he lets out a muffled “thanks cap,” which earns him a gentle head rub and a kiss to the temple.

“bring me back some tea, ‘lright? ‘nd grab those croissant things johnny likes. use my card too.”

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quintessenceofdust88 · 3 months ago

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Several Sentence Sunday

Okay, I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard (thank you Diana my bestie)! And I wanted to share more of Trail of Lies (a.k.a. provisory title for my new surrogacy drama telenovela-inspired fic) sooo here you go, chapter 1 is almost complete. I couldn't help but add a small Bobby and Buck scene after Thursday, because in my fanfictions Bobby Nash will always be healthy and alive and thriving, I promise that. Anyway, hope you like it! ♥ (WARNING: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS BUDDIE, BUT IT IS BUCKTOMMY ENDGAME. IT STARTS OFF AS BUDDIE, BUT IT’S NOT REALLY BUDDIE-FRIENDLY NOR PARTICULARLY EDDIE-FRIENDLY. Therefore, I didn’t want to tag it as Buddie, because I know how annoying it can be to have ‘anti’ fics in your ship’s tag. If that's sth that bothers you - either the Buddie content or the fact it's not really a good depiction of their relationship - please feel free to skip this one, I absolutely understand)

Ch. 1 - Baby Plans

Fifteen months ago

It’s past midnight, and Buck should probably be asleep since he has a shift in the morning, but he can’t. His laptop is open on his lap, the only light in the otherwise dark bedroom, and he’s distracting himself with a research rabbit hole while waiting for Eddie to come home.

Finally, as the clock just turns to eleven, he hears the front door open and shut, and sighs in relief. Eddie’s job is not as dangerous as his - he’s a security guard at a big department store and more often than not takes the night shift - but still, Buck worries, and it’s always a relief to know his boyfriend is home safe and sound.

He minimizes the tab he was reading - How to Find a Surrogate in LA - as Eddie enters their bedroom, still in his uniform and greeting Buck with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, babe,” Buck greets, closing down his laptop and putting it on the bedside table. Before he can get up, Eddie is coming to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “How was work?”

“Tiring”, Eddie says, never one for many words, especially when he’s tired, but he runs a gentle hand down Buck’s cheek. “And your day?”

“Oh, Eddie, so good”, Buck says, and he hesitates before continuing.

He knows Eddie usually doesn’t have much patience for his rambles after work (‘I already have people talking my ear off all day long, angel, I need some silence at home’), but this time he can’t help himself. Because this is about the baby. Their baby.

The baby that, after months of conversation, Buck has finally managed to convince Eddie they’re ready for. The baby he dreamed about all his life. The baby he’ll have with the man that he loves, and finally start the family that he’s always wanted.

So, he allows himself to ramble, just this once.

“I’ve been looking at our options for surrogacy, and I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s a bit of a bureaucratic maze, and the agencies do charge a lot, but it’s also totally legal to ask a friend or someone you know to do it for you. And I really like that idea, except I have no idea who we’d ask. I mean, Maddie is definitely not an option, not after Jee’s pregnancy, I wouldn’t ask that of her, and…”

“Angel,” Eddie interrupts with a sigh. “You know I don’t absorb half of what you say when you talk like that. I need a shower and I’m beat, can we talk about this in the morning?”

“Oh”, Buck says, voice small, a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach; he’s gone and done it again, being too much. “Of course we can, I… I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, I know you’re excited, and I love that, just… not now,” Eddie says, and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth that brings a small smile to Buck’s lips. “Tomorrow, ok? I promise”

Buck nods, and Eddie squeezes his shoulder before leaving for their en suite. As Buck hears the water running in the shower, he slips back under the covers and tries to ignore the heaviness settling in his chest. Eddie is just tired, he tells himself as he fluffs out his pillow. Of course he wants the baby, he just doesn’t want to listen to you talk his ear off at one in the morning when he’s just come back from work.

He turns around and finds himself facing Eddie’s pillow. Buck runs soft fingers on the pillowcase, and a small sigh escapes his lips. Eddie did promise they’d talk in the morning, and Buck would love nothing more, but. He has a shift at 6AM, and it kinda hurts that Eddie doesn’t remember it, because Buck is usually so good at keeping track of both their shifts schedules so he’s always aware of when they’ll have time together.

But then again, he reasons, maybe Eddie didn’t remember right away because of how tired he clearly is. It’s not a big deal; they’ll just talk in the evening, because he knows for a fact Eddie has tomorrow off.

As he closes his eyes and wills himself to sleep, Buck tries to focus his thoughts on the baby, and not the uneasy feeling on his chest. He’s sure it’ll be gone soon.

They just need to have their baby, and things will be fine again.

(continues under the cut!)

“So you’re really doing this? Having a baby?,” Bobby asks as he slips a mug in Buck’s direction and sits in front of him. It’s the tail end of their shift, and they’re grabbing a cup of coffee and catching up before leaving.

Buck takes a sip before answering, trying to take his captain’s question as curiosity rather than judgement. He knows at least a bit of it is projecting because of how he left things with Eddie the night before. In the morning, he had briefly woken him up to let him know he was leaving, and Eddie had sleepily given him a kiss and told him ‘Love you, come back to me’, but didn’t mention anything about the conversation Buck’s desperate to have. He’s trying to figure out a way to bring it up when he comes home without sounding too eager, and is coming up blank. That’s what’s on his mind as he answers Bobby’s questions, not with a placation, but with his true fears.

“You don’t think we should?,” Buck finds himself asking, and the look Bobby gives him is uncomfortably knowing.

“I think that’s a question you need to know the answer to before going ahead, kid,” he says gently, taking a sip of his own coffee. “A child is no small commitment, and it changes a couple’s life. Are you sure you and Eddie are both on the same page?”

Buck bites his lips and finds himself nodding fiercely, but avoiding Bobby’s eyes.

“We are, Cap, we really are. I know Eddie wants this. It’s just… It’s a bit bittersweet for him because of Christopher, I think.” Buck reasons.

“His son?” He asks, and Buck feels a bout of affection for his captain who remembers that detail even though Eddie is hardly around and he doesn’t even know Christopher personally. “You think Eddie’s worried he won’t like being a big brother?”

“It’s not that,” Buck answers, and sighs as he tries to think of a way to explain. “I... I don’t know, I think Eddie thinks being too enthusiastic about the baby is somehow unfair to Christopher, because they see so little of each other. He’s only in LA one weekend a month and for holidays, and that’s when Eddie insists”

Bobby frowns at that, leaning in across the table, like he’s trying to get to the heart of it.

“Okay, but why is that? I know he lives in Texas, but couldn’t a better arrangement be made?” He asks, and Buck lets out a bitter laugh.

“I guess it could, if not for me. Chris’ mother…. I think she doesn’t like me very much” He muses, and Bobby smiles slightly.

“You tend to think that about people, Buck” He points out, not unkindly, and Buck finds himself nodding with a small smirk.

“True. But in her case, I think it’s true. I’ve never even met her, Bobby. I’ve been telling Eddie I’d like to for the last three years, because I love Christopher, I love having him with us, and if Shannon has a problem with me, I want us to work through it for his sake, but Eddie says she won’t hear of it.”

“That’s rough,” Bobby offers, and Buck appreciates it even if it’s not very helpful.

“It is, and… And Eddie is already sacrificing time with his son for me. Can I really ask for much more than that? Can I really ask him to be as enthusiastic as I am about our new baby when he has that weighing on his chest?”

Bobby hums at first, but doesn’t answer. He’s tracing the rim of his mug, looking down at it as if deep in thought, and Buck tries not to let the silence get to him. When Bobby looks up, his eyes are full of kindness, but there’s a lingering sadness that makes Buck uncomfortable.

“Kid, if you’re already convincing yourself to manage your expectations and you haven’t even started the process yet…” He hesitates, and Buck can see how he’s choosing his words before he talks. “I just mean, you shouldn’t be talking your boyfriend into having a baby with you. Please be sure he really wants it before you go ahead.”

Buck doesn’t answer, mostly because he’s trying to organize the thoughts racing in his head. Bobby’s opinion means the world to him, always has, but he doesn’t want to believe Bobby’s right about this.

“Just… think about it, Buck”, Bobby suggests, then gives his arm a gentle squeeze.

Buck swallows and nods, not quite meeting Bobby’s eyes and wondering if he really should bring up the surrogacy thing with Eddie tonight or wait a little.

That’s when they hear heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs.. “Hey, angel, there you are!”

Buck turns around in surprise, only to find Eddie himself coming towards him. His boyfriend’s not in uniform, and he looks well rested and gleeful, a blinding smile on his beautiful face. There’s a single red tulip in his hand, and he’s giving Buck a small bashful look as Buck gets up to greet him.

“Hey!”, he says, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek (he knows Eddie gets icky about lip kissing in public and Buck doesn’t push) and smiling at him. His boyfriend at the station is a rare enough vision that Buck still feels giddy when it happens. “What are you doing here?”

“Apologizing”, Eddie admits, and then offers Buck the flower. He takes it with a shy smile, his heart like that small gesture makes everything okay. “I’m sorry about last night, Buck. I was wiped, work was hellish, but you deserved better”

“It’s alright, you didn’t have to come here”, Buck answers, but the fact that Eddie did, and acknowledged he was in the wrong, has him ridiculously happy. He knew Eddie was just tired.

“Ah, but that’s not all”, Eddie says, and takes Buck’s free hand, the one not holding the flower into his. “I’m taking you out to dinner, and we’ll have the conversation I wouldn’t let you start yesterday. Just the two of us. How does that sound?”

Buck’s smile widens even more after that, and he lets out a delighted sigh while he nods enthusiastically. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, rubbing his thumb over it delicately.

“Yeah, sounds perfect, babe," Buck admits. “Let me just change and then I’m ready to go, ok? Wanna wait for me downstairs?”

“Sure, take your time, our reservation is still an hour away” Eddie reassures him, and Buck smiles at him once more. He can’t help but look at Bobby, willing him to see Eddie is not as bad as he seemed to be thinking, and finds his captain looking at them with a carefully neutral expression. Eddie follows his eyes, and gives Bobby a small salute, a habit he can’t shake off from the Army. “Captain Nash. Good to see you”

“You too, Eddie”, Bobby says, but it lacks his usual warmth, and Buck tries not to let it bother him. Bobby just doesn’t know the soft parts of Eddie like Buck does. “Have fun at your dinner, Buck, I’ll see you in a couple of days”

Buck nods, waving at Bobby as he and Eddie go down the stairs, hands still joined. “Bye, Cap, thanks for the coffee!”

And as he leaves Eddie waiting for him outside the locker room, Buck presses the smallest kiss to his mouth. A kiss of gratitude for the promise of future Eddie’s just brought him.

Np tagging @agentpeggycartering @unhingedangstaddict (ty for the insp. saturday tag yesterday my love ♥) @laundryandtaxesworld and whoever else would like to join! ♥

#bucktommy #<- target audience AND endgame ship #evan buckley #bobby nash #NOT Eddie Diaz friendly #Eddie Diaz slight bashing #trail of lies

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slutorubaby · 1 year ago

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cumfort me! ♥

synopsis: you had a long day at work. luckily, your boyfriend gojo satoru, can help you forget all about it.

gojo satoru x reader smut! MDNI

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it felt like everything was working against you today. you had decided to get into work earlier than usual to get a headstart on the never-ending pile of tasks but was met with a massive train delay. this caused you to be in your office an hour later than usual. to make matters worse, colleagues from different departments were blowing up your email inbox about various types of requests and questions. it felt like your to-do list was growing by the second whereas time was rapidly slipping away. it was finally 7pm when you decided that you had made enough progress to stop. although you were slightly dehydrated and starving, all you could think about was returning home, which is not really a place but a person, who is none other than gojo satoru.

you haphazardly shoved everything into your bag and slid through the elevator doors, pressing the “close door” button as quickly as possible, hoping no one wants to join you on the elevator ride. it truly felt like things were finally going right when you were able to travel down 20 floors to the lobby uninterrupted.

feeling all of your patience evaporate into thin air, you opt to take an uber home instead of the train, especially after the morning’s festivities at the station. after shutting the apartment door behind you, you shrug off everything you were holding right then and there at the foyer. without missing a beat, you quickly pad over to the figure sitting by the couch and slump on the floor in between his legs to rest your head on his lap.

gojo’s hands immediately find their way to your hair, stroking it softly. “hi baby, you’re finally home. did’ya miss me that much?” he teased. he gently cups your face to raise your head so he can take a good look at you.

“today was just so horrible, ‘toru. the trains were late, everyone at work kept asking me for something and on top of that, I had a million deadlines of my own to meet,” you whined, closing your eyes and nuzzling into his hand. gojo let you vent as much as you needed about the inconveniences of public transportation, superiors who always dumped work they didn’t want to do on others and just how exhausted you’ve been this past week. he occasionally nods and gives out sounds of agreement to let you know he’s listening, but inside, his gears are churning, thinking of how to turn around this bad day for you.

“can you just fuck me so good that I forget all about today?” you mumble, face planted on his lap. it went quiet. you lifted your head up to see if he had heard you and when you made eye contact, it was like a switch had been flipped within him. in addition to that beautiful aquamarine color, he was giving you those bedroom eyes that sent jolts down to the tips of your toes.

gojo swoops you up from the ground and lets you straddle him as he walks the two of you into the bedroom. “don’t worry baby, ‘m gonna fuck your pretty lil’ brain out.” he says as he sets you down on the bed. he kisses your temple while unbuttoning your white chiffon blouse and sliding off your tight little pencil skirt.

as much as he loved you in your girlboss corporate attire, the view of you disheveled in your matching black lacy underwear under him made his cock throb. throwing all of his clothes to the side, he grinded his bare cock against your panties. “need more.” you whined. he slides your underwear to the side and a string of moans erupt from your lips the moment his fat tip catches on your clit. he could feel your cunt squeeze on nothing, needing to be stuffed to the brim.

although his raging dick was telling him to just thrust into that pretty little pussy, he held off. He quickly rids you of all your underwear, revealing those perky tits and sopping wet pussy.

“you’re such’a whore. already so wet and i barely did anything,” gojo says he lifts your legs up so he can remove your soiled panties. “did’ya fantasize about this dick all day at work?” he asks, roughly spreading apart your legs so he can get a taste. “yes, ‘toru. I couldn’t get it off my mind and I wanted to get home as soon as I could to you,” you say, scooting up and away from him. “so how about you let me suck you off first,” you say with a sultry gaze, while getting on your knees.

he does not oppose this and is already leaning back on the headboard. you rest on your tummy and elbows in between the space of his spread out legs, with your legs up dangling in the air. you have a firm grip on the base of his thick cock and start to slowly stroke it. gojo lets out a hum of relief as you continue to use your hands. you look up at his face and his expressions as you experiment with different grip strength and pace. by the time you begin slapping his tip on the flat of your tongue, he already looks so adorably fucked-out. “b-baby, just put it in already,” he says, hands finding your hair and guiding you to his length. in an instant, you have him deep inside your throat where a long moan elicits from his lips. his hips couldn’t help but to buck up into your mouth, face-fucking you.

focusing on the feeling of his thick cock thrusting down your throat, tears well up in your inner corners as your pussy drools with desire. gojo opens his eyes to take a look at his baby, who is doing her best to pleasure him, and sees your legs squeezing together, hoping for any sort of friction. he slides his slick cock from your mouth. “get on all fours, pretty girl.” he says, while getting up to his feet and planting them at the edge of the bed.

your heart is racing with excitement for what’s to come. your ass is high up in the air and your back is in a seductive arch. turning your head back to look at him, you see him pump his dick a few times before aligning himself with your wet entrance. the first thrust has you feeling weak as your form begins to break. “stay with me, baby,” gojo says, while giving you a mixture of fast shallow and deep thrusts to keep you on your toes.

you can feel his cock buried so deep inside you, hitting your cervix. “r-relax a little, baby, s’fuckin’ tight,” he blurts out, head rolling back as he is catching his breath. gojo’s pace slows down for a bit to control his impending orgasm. growing impatient, you begin fucking yourself back on his dick. his hands grip your hips, knuckles white, trying to control the pace you’re rocking back into him. “b-baby, stop, don’t w-wanna cum yet.” he says, through gritted teeth, muscles all tense.

“‘toru, just cum, i wanna feel it inside,” you say, rutting back as fast and hard as you could, leaving a creamy white ring at the base of his dick. after those words left your lips, gojo lets go of your hips, allowing you to control the pace as he chases his high. thick ribbony ropes of cum warm up your needy pussy. as he pulls out, his load also pours out. Knowing that he loves this view, you revert back to your original position by arching your ass up and keeping your face down, letting his thick cum run down your pussy and soiling the sheets underneath. “my good girl, ‘m gonna make you feel so good.” he says, massaging your ass, eyes never leaving your cunt.

he turns you over on your back and pushes his dick inside, hissing at the overstimulation. “mm’ baby, we can take a minute for you to –” gojo interrupts you mid sentence to give you a passionate kiss. your tongues swirling inside as your arms circle around his neck to get him impossibly closer. he pulls away, both of your lips are red and swollen. “just lay back, ‘m gonna take care of my pretty girl.” he says, face only inches away from yours.

he starts off painfully slow, letting your pussy feel every inch of him in this new positionn. once he bottoms out, he gives a few shallow thrusts just to hear your pussy sing with wet squelches. gojo moves your legs together and throws them over his shoulder as he begins to drill you at an insane speed. this quite literally knocks the air out of your lungs as you begin panting under him, fists grabbing the sheets for some support. he kisses your right ankle and has one arm holding your legs together and the other pressing down on your lower abdomen. a few more thrusts and you can feel yourself coming undone. once he moves his hand to thumb your clit in circles, you immediately cum. he feels your cunt spasming around his dick as he fucks you through it. “‘toru, ‘m cumming, s-so hard,” you say as your hands fly to his shoulders, holding on to him. “let it all out, baby. cum for me,” he says.

coming down from your high, your eyelids begin to feel like lead. you drift off without even realizing it. you’re awoken with a warm towel against your skin, wiping off the caked essence and sweat on your lower half. “‘toru? ‘m sorry, how long was I out for?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. “just for about 10 minutes. rest a little longer and I'll get you when I’m done cleaning and have started the shower.” gojo was always so good with the aftercare. feeling so loved and cared for, the only thing on your mind was how grateful you are to have him.

pulling him towards your bare body, you give him a warm hug. “thank you, ‘toru. you always take such good care of me. I love you s’much,” you say breathing in his scent.

“of course. I’d do anything for my pretty baby.” gojo says, kissing the crown of your head.

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a/n: haha get it.. comfort me.. cum for me.. horny brain is working overtime today.

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penelope-potter · 1 year ago

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Your Part Of The Deal~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor X Fem! Owl Hybrid! Reader

Summary: You and Alastor made out a deal in a tricky situation. Now you have to keep your part of the deal...

Continuation from the first story; 'Small Box'

Warnings: No one

Here's Part 1

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The morning 'sun' of hell shined through the curtains of your room. Reddish, orange light fell on the floor and on the side of your bed enough for you to open your eyes and to yawn.

You needed a few seconds to put the pieces back together because something felt strange about this day. It was the second you brushed your fingers over your lips as it hit you. You almost jumped out of the bed instantly as your mind brought you back to the very moment of yesterday where you and Alastor were trapped into Charlie's old closet. The deal. The kiss.

Fuck. The kiss...

You brushed your finger over your lips again and your heart started to beat as fast as it could this early.

You sat back on the edge of your bed as your memories of yesterday came back. The group found you two inside the old thing. Charlie agitated you two were trapped in it, Angel laughing his ass off, Husk giving you a kind of terrifying look. Nifty only caring about the mess you two brought with you and Vaggie ready to rip Alastor's body up every second. You instantly excused yourself and told her to fix it tomorrow before you almost tripped over your feet to run away from this situation. Freaking idiot!

You cursed yourself as you stood up and closed your eyes again. How stupid it was to actually make a deal with him, even if you never wanted to. He said he didn't owned your soul but why was this green light present, which was always present when he was about to take someone's soul?

The thoughts swirled in your head so long that only the light knocking of someone outside of your door could bring you back.

"(Y/N)? Is everything alright? Can I come in?"

Charlie.

You exhaled.

"Yes."

You fell back on your sheets as you could hear her coming in.

"Uhm well...h-how did you sleep? You seemed so...turned upside down yesterday-"

"I made a mistake."

You got up, looking at her. She blinked in surprise but smiled carefully.

"But why? Is it because of the closet? Well because-"

"No it's not about that..."

You started, and ran your fingers through your hair.

"I- I made a deal with Alastor...as we were- as we were stuck in the closet. It was a bad idea really. He said he didn't own my soul but I think he still do somehow...I- I trusted him but I don't know if I can really trust him after all."

You said breathlessly.

"What do I do now?"

Charlie looked at you with wide eyes and worry. She placed herself next to you and layed a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, I made a deal with him too and he said I still own mine, so I think there are other ways to make a deal with someone and to give them something other than your soul."

Her calming voice calmed you down a bit, but your heart still pondered inside your chest. There wasn't really something you could to about it, could you?

"Okay...okay thank you- Charlie."

You said smiling with all the force you could bring up now. She scanned your face with worry, obviously not believing you a single word.

"(Y/N), I think you are not okay with all of this..."

She started.

"You can tell me what's wrong you know. I love you guys- all of you, including you. We are friends and you helped me a lot too with my problems..."

She said, sheepingly looking to the side before turning to you again.

You inhaled first before telling her about your deal with Alastor. Charlie as she was- already with a high pitched voice and her fists up in the air.

"Aww how cute! I always knew there was something with you two!"

"Shhh not so loud!"

You shushed her and looked around as if you could sense it that way if someone is hearing too.

"Okay, I will not talk to anybody about this, promised!"

Her grin absolutely wide, she holds up her left hand and the other over her chest.

You laughed a bit.

"Alright, and could you maybe hold the others back in their place? I don't even want to take one step outside because everyone will tease me about this. Not to speak of Alastor."

Your face grew red.

"Shit, how should I act now? I messed this all up before what the fuck should I do now?"

Charlie laughed a bit.

"Well you can start by keeping your promise. You know- touch him and stuff."

She barely couldn't hide her smile and as you told her to stop she just screamed in your ear that she couldn't help herself.

You took an incredible long time to change and an even longer time to actually go through your door.

You ignored the laugh of Angel as he came out of his room himself and you also ignored the look everyone else gave you. You were just glad to not spot Alastor around and you already sighed in relief as you found him in the kitchen. The air smelled like coffee and toast and you froze in place. It came you in mind that you never really thought about how to start a conversation with him. You only thought about how to act around him. He sang along a tune from his cane, which leaned

against the kitchen counter. His sleeved were rolled up, exposing his arms till his elbows.

Shit, do something before the others come in!

You slapped yourself as you slowly made your way to the deer demon, whose ears peaked up by the sound of your footsteps. The second his head turned to you, you instantly forgot everything you made up five minutes ago.

"Good morning dearest!"

He happily sung, his smile impossible wide this time.

"Good morning... Al."

You said and hoped he accepted the nickname as well. His eyes glimmered as he bend down to you.

"Still flustered hmm? Well, I didn't changed my mind- it is still a delighting view~"

You pressed your lips together as you could hear the footsteps of Husk and Angel and the chatting which grew louder with each step.

If you didn't do something now, you won't do it for the rest of the day- you thought to yourself as you smiled and tried to appear calm as you brought all your courage you ever had in your soul together and placed your hand on his shoulder blade. He flinched by the sudden feeling of your touch and you also jumped a little but hide it as you leaned in too.

"Old tease. Tell me how to make myself useful and how to handle the torture the rest of us will give us in five seconds, rather than making fun of me will you?"

You hand slides back and forth for about one second before you pulled back. The shiver in your whole body was strangely a good feeling. He only stared at you, in completely shook. Shook that you actually keep your part of the deal. It was what he wanted, and the sudden burst of emotion flooding through his stomach felt strange. Unfamiliar. But not bad. Not bad like the touches he received before and which made him disliking them so much. No, from you it was different. It was different yesterday as you lied on him and he could hold your warm body against his. It was different now, the frame of your face so close to his and your fingers seemingly tried to burn through the fabric right to his cold skin.

He even felt a bit frustrated that it ended so quickly, but he set the rules himself. He'll just have to wait a few days, because now he's sure that you'll keep your promise.

"You are right darling...how about you pass me the salt would you?"

He answered to your question he almost forgot, and caught himself shaking as he reached for the salt you gave him. What was this now? The sudden burst of your confidence in combination with such a mundane touch almost brought him to his knees, when you lied on him yesterday for longer than just two seconds.

Oh in which game he got himself into?

Each day you grew more confident.

Yes you even looked forward to each morning and your little ritual. The others simply lost interest in teasing you all and each time and just continued to stare at you two acting almost like a couple each day.

"What's wrong with them?"

Angel asked and sipped his coffee, his eyes never leaving you two. Today was day 8 so one day more than a week. You had to come up with a new place to touch him without it turning out weird, because you already took every spot of his back, his shoulders and his arms. Even his hands you brushed yesterday which brought Alastor to almost choke on his coffee. His hands were slender, felt defined and his sharp claws brought shivers down your spine by just thinking of how they felt on your back earlier.

"I don't know, but I'm too sober for this shit."

Husk answered and bites in his toast.

Today you scanned over him a while because you searched for a spot to not make him feel weird so he just raised an eyebrow.

"Hm, what's the matter dear? Lost track?"

He asked, you laughed.

"No, just trying to find a spot..."

You said in a concentrated way and he chuckled.

"Go ahead dear. Surprise me."

You titled your head, because there was a spot you wanted to touch since day one you came into the hotel.

"Everything is fine with me. No matter what you do, I'll have to keep my part of the deal~"

He sung and you grinned to yourself as you nodded.

"Alright."

You watched him placing some eggs on the plate, and raising your hand to his head. You were excited as him as you gentle stroke his undercut, the short hair a bit itchy. He stiffed up and you flinched back a little, only for him to raise his finger and looking at you.

"Oh what was that? You know the rules, the time has to increase..."

In his eyes were something that was very much different from his usual look. It was filled with some kind of attachment, desire. You got lost in his eyes and just started to caress the back of his head, up to his longer hair and grew even this brave to touch his ears slightly. They shudder by your touch and his whole head flinched a bit as he turned his whole body in your direction.

You slowly stopped your movement and stared at him. Suddenly the worry of him already owning your soul grew more present than ever before.

"Is- is everything alright-"

He bend down at you, your heart racing in your chest, as you looked slightly sideways to the other pair sitting there and staring holes into your bodies.

You flinched as he suddenly took your wrist which was still hovering above his hair and a sudden swirl of black magic gulped you two.

You appeared into his radio tower as you opened your eyes again.

You looked around confused as you turned your head but he already pulling you closer to him so that your bodies crashed together.

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at him.

"Did- Did I do anything wrong? You said you were okay with-"

"Would- would you please be quiet for a moment...?"

His eyes couldn't decide where to look at so he just let go of you suddenly.

You watched him as he paced up and down the room, his expression almost painful.

"Alastor?"

You asked and worry flooded your gaze.

"I- I think I've made a mistake dear..."

You looked confused as he turned his gaze to you, his eyebrows itched together and his smile more forced than anything else.

"Why?"

"Because-"

He let out breathless.

"Because I'm feeling things I should not feel. I don't know how to process this attachment."

He run his fingers through his hair, in a possessive way rubbing a spot up and down as he continued walking forth and back.

"It's okay we can stop if it's making you feel uncomfortable-"

"No you don't understand, d-dearest..."

He calmed his already raising voice and his breathing grew more and more desperate.

"I grew fond of this, but- but this can't happen..."

He grew silent as he stopped his rubbing and looked at the tufts of hair in his hand.

"Alastor what are you doing!"

You said outraged as you walked to him, taking his hand into yours.

"Stop it! Please will you?"

You begged, looking at him with such a worry in your eyes it’s making him sick.

"It calms me."

He didn't knew why he told you that. It was a thing he kept to himself. You gently shook your head.

"Well it's a bad habit. Tell me what's going on inside of you and we can try to fix that."

You said, holding his hand with your both, looking at him pleading.

"I can't-"

"Yes you can, tell me how you feel."

The calming in your voice soothed him enough to do as you said.

"I want your touch. Every time it happens- it's not enough..."

He breathed out.

"I...I want you (Y/N). More than I've ever wanted something in my life. You are so kind to everyone. Even to me..."

He laughed awkwardly as he looked down at your hands.

"Even to me... you try to fix me when there is nothing left to fix-"

"Don't say that."

You stepped closer to him, the heat growing inside of him.

"You are important to me. And we can make this work. Whatever...this is between us."

You said, smiling slightly.

"We can take baby steps if you like. When it's the thing you want too..."

Overwhelmed by your kindness his legs started shaking, so he lost balance. You catched him, as he hugged you deeply. You blinked and hugged him back, slowly sliding to the ground for you two to sit.

"You are afraid of me. This can't work."

You heard him mutter into your neck.

"No Al. I never was afraid of you. I simply didn't know how to interact with you because I didn't wanted to to something wrong..."

He breathed out and you could feel him still shaking, his hands grabbing you like his life would depend on it.

"You could never accept the monster I am. I did terrible things I'm not even able to tell you-"

"Well isn't it the reason why we are here?"

You said, rubbing circles on his back.

"This place is all about second chances. If you can life with them it's alright. If not, I'll be with you even when all of hell itself is already redeemed. I will still be by your side. I would go everywhere with you but we don't have to take this so big right now. Let's concentrate on this thing between us first alright? Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway. Will you?"

He let go of you a bit to look at you, a single tear flooding his view. You wiped it off and gently stroke over his features.

"It's okay. You are okay. We'll be okay."

He looked at you as if he would try to figure out if you saying the truth.

"Do you want to try it?"

You asked.

"Yes. Sweetest."

You chuckled.

"There you are."

You smiled, wiping a strand of his torn up hair in place.

"You showed me the real you. Thank you for trusting me."

You leaned your forehead against his.

"We can make this work. We make a deal remember?"

You stroke his neck in hopes to calm him with that. You were shocked but touched. He showed you the real side of him. He must be honest with you.

"I want to try it."

The static of his voice completely gone. You smiled.

"Great."

You smiled, as he looked at your lips.

"Well...since I've touched you the whole time and you did nothing I...guess now it's your turn."

You said grinning, he confused.

"This wasn't our deal..."

"Oh come on now, you are the big scary radio demon. You can bend your own rules."

You winked at him and his casual expression came back.

"I guess you are right...you teased me every day I think I have to repay you for that..."

You smiled and bend forward.

"Go ahead."

The second you spoke it out, he grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. His hands exploring every inch of your body while you did the same. He moaned into the kiss and you smiled as you caress the spot where he pulled his hair out to soothe the pain it must bring with it.

You both pulled back panting.

"Thank you dearest."

"Don't."

You said, smiling.

"You started this so I have to thank you."

You pushed him slightly backwards so he dropped on the floor, as you placed yourself on top of him.

"We will figure this out together."

You said, entangle your hands together.

"Yes..."

He answered.

"Of course we will.~"

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There you are! I got so motivated I wrote this down in one :))

Also tagging this sweeto who requested a part 2 <3

@docvar3n

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #fanfiction #penelope write's #alastor x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you

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orbitaldeathwoomy · 2 years ago

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The pink Octoling laughed softly at Vio's remark. "Well, I think you are. Enough to earn you a nice meal, at the very least."

He enjoyed spoiling the other, especially when it came to making him food. Cerrin loved to cook for people, and being able to give his boyfriend a nice meal when he had the time to come all the way to Inkopolis made him even happier to have the taller Octoling visit.

"I wouldn't mind cooking for you more often, y'know." he continued after another few bites of the stew. "All you have to do is give me a call and I'll gladly come by and make something."

"Special? I'm not that special."

You're just spoiling him, Cerrin. And well... Good. The guy works too hard and he deserves it. Managing like three jobs at once, the guy can never find anytime to relax. So, make him feel special! Even if Vio doesn't think he deserves such treatment.

Anyways, he digs into the stew. Letting the warmth envelop his body... Oh, yes, this is what he definitely needed after traveling to a much colder climate.

#‖ ♥︎ 》 No worries! You know you can always take as long as you need ^^#【🧁】✦✧✦【ＣＥＲＲＩＮ】#【🧁】✦✧✦【ic】#【🧁】✦✧✦【v: weapons ace 8】

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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OT7

The Twilight State | Freezing

What will your place be?

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Bangtan, OT7 x Reader, cold climate, a lot of physical affection/contact, angst, romance, fluff, more warnings TBA

Length: 4.4k words

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When Jungkook was nothing more than a child barely able to walk, he had already been named Unjha- a word of the old language meaning ‘Cobweb Child’.

His mother passed when he was born, his father long gone as well, leaving him with nothing but the group she used to be a part of. And due to the fact that he was never nursed, he became sickly- always causing trouble with his health, soon just named a burden to any group to ever take him with them.

He was nine when they left him one night.

But he had survived long enough to be picked up by another group- who at least brought him to the nearest town to stay at and recover some of his strength. When the people there left, he left with them as well- his journey never consistent, always with someone else until he became fourteen- and met a young man by the name of Seokjin, who had a group of his own that he was travelling with.

That’s when he found something called home.

He thrived a few years after realizing that this group was now his family- becoming the exact opposite of who he was as a child. Now strong and healthy, he’s now there wherever help is needed, and takes over any task that needs taken care of. And he’s also known as one of the kindest person around- most likely due to his past.

“There’s a fire there.” Jimin notices, pointing towards a small, orange light in the distance. “They should start moving soon.” He worries, getting Jungkook’s attention as he leans over Taehyung’s shoulder, who’s holding the reigns of the Sarril they’ve been travelling forever with. “Maybe we should check of everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, let’s see if they might need something.” Namjoon mentions from the back of the carriage, closing his book. “Remember how the last group spoke about Vrax attacking again. They might be in trouble.” He mumbles, as Taehyung steers the large animal to pull their carriage towards the little fire.

But the closer they get, the odder the scene becomes.

There’s no sign of a group at all- though Ros becomes more and more hesitant to walk any closer to the spot, most likely due to the clear signs of a fight now visible in the snow, though no blood is to be seen. “It must’ve been an attack. She’s becoming uneasy.” Taehyung offers, noticing the behavior of the Sarril now standing still, uncomfortably lowering her head as she instead scratches on the snowy grounds until her claws hit the ice.

“It’s fine like this.” Jungkook says, jumping down. “We’ll be right back.” He says after running a hand over the neck of the beast, before he and Hoseok walk towards the fire to investigate.

Jungkook almost trips over your body.

“Oh..!” He gasps out, caught off guard as Hoseok walks closer as well. “Hey.. Where's your group?” He wonders towards you, a bit quiet and almost fearful as he squats lower to move your face, and check if you’re alive at all.

You are.

“She most likely doesn’t understand.” Hoseok observes. “Look at her neck.” He points out, the thick leather collar around your neck also having the metal plate with your ID on it- the group plate that should be hanging from the front gone, only a few silver rings remaining where the tag would’ve been.

Ripped off. You’ve been thrown out.

Jungkook offers help to at least somewhat turn you over and look for any injuries. “She’s human, Kook.” Hoseok reminds him. “She’s probably dying from the cold. I’ll go ask Namjoon what we’ll do.” he offers, before leaving to get back to the group and figure out the situation.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to do.

He’s never encountered a human so closely before, has no idea what he can do to help other than run back to the carriage to get some spare blankets and string. You’re cold- so maybe warming you up could save you? He could wrap you up for now and carry you back, have you warm up inside while they figure out what to do.

Yeah, that’s a good plan. Anything but leave you here.

“Her group-tag has been removed. There’s nothing on her but her clothes and her ID on her collar. They didn’t even leave her any food or water.” Hoseok sighs, explaining the situation to the rest of the group.

"She was used as bait, in that case." Yoongi dryly explains. "Gives an explanation as to how she survived an attack. Vrax don't eat humans- but other groups use them as distraction to avert attention anyways in case they encounter them along the way." He says.

"That's horrible.." jimin whines, watching how further away at the pitiful fire, Jungkook tries to help move you. "Well, at least she got away.."

"She most likely won't survive." Namjoon hums darkly, having seen you after all. "We don't know how long she's been out here, but her state is more than worrisome." He shakes his head.

"We should at least bring her to another town-" Taehyung wonders.

"For what? So that we'll be excluded from trading because we brought another mouth to feed instead of anything valuable?" Yoongi snaps. "We can't afford that. The long night is approaching, we shouldn't be stopping in the first place.." he argues.

"I doubt he'll give her up like that." Hoseok sighs. "He seems very attached already.."

"Then he'll have to detach himself quickly." Namjoon agrees with his other friend. "We can't afford to care for her." He shakes his head.

Jungkook, meanwhile, is busy fastening some rope around the blankets he'd rolled you up in, in no way thinking about just leaving you here all by yourself. He knows what it's like to be left alone and behind just because you're considered nothing but weight- he won't be letting you feel that. You deserve a place and group just as much as he did, back then.

Your eyes are barely open as you look at him, now all bundled up in multiple blankets. "You.. probably won't understand what I'm saying, but I'll bring you to the carriage now." He tells you. You want to answer, want to tell him that you do, somewhat, understand him- but you're just too tired. You can't really even think very well- as if your thoughts are about to freeze, everything slow as he turns around and moves you onto his back to be carried towards the large carriage.

"Jungkook- do not get your hopes up with her." Yoongi tries, but Jungkook shakes his head as he lays you down where he usually sleeps.

"I'm not. I'm aware of what might happen." He says, shutting the entrance. "But she deserves to have a chance." He worries. "And even if she's too far gone, no one should die alone." Jungkook shakes his head, sitting close to you, Jimin placing another blanket over you.

"…Let's go then, for now, so we don't fall behind any further." Namjoon sighs. "We'll need all the time we can gain to bury her appropriately later." He simply informs Yoongi, who moves to sit up front with Taehyung, to control the reigns and move the carriage again.

And Jungkook watches you with worry, hoping that you won't need a burial.

Hoping that you'll stay.

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“Is that okay?” Jungkook worries, watching you sleep amongst all the blankets and pelts, rope undone by now since you don’t need to be carried anywhere anytime soon with the way they need to travel for now. Time isn’t on their side- in order to escape the long Dark a bit longer, they need to catch up a bit more distance. “She’s not eaten anything yet..”

“Humans don’t typically eat or drink when they’re severely sick.” Namjoon explains. “their metabolism slows down, as well as most bodily functions. It’s like.. they go into an emergency state, only letting the most crucial processes continue.” He mumbles while he makes sure the concoction he’s making is clear in the bottle. “She most likely won’t like the taste of this, but she’ll need to hydrate soon. But for now let her rest.” He tells the youngest of the group, who nods, while Namjoon moves to the side again to read.

He’s surprised you’ve not passed yet. If anything, you’re regaining a bit of color- your shaking having spooked most of the group pretty badly, thinking you maybe got possessed or infected with some disease- but Namjoon and Yoongi explained that it’s a normal reaction of the body to try and heat up quicker.

Now, you’re still. Only occasionally moving a little. And when your eyes open, it’s usually not for very long before you fall asleep again- so Jungkook has to wait for a chance to get some of that drink into you. It looks and smells like what he himself drinks whenever he’s not feeling well- meant to help the body in gaining enough energy to work properly.

The moment you open your eyes again for a second, he takes his chance, carefully helping you somewhat sit with all the blankets around you. “I know you’re tired but- ah, you don’t even know what I’m saying anyways..” He chuckles a bit faintly, before offering the glass bottle with the lukewarm drink Namjoon made. You accept it, though need a bit of help from his hand supporting yours as they hold the bottle to drink from it.

When Jimin enters the carriage, he smiles.

“Looks like someone’s up again.” He says, sitting down in his sleeping corner. “Namjoon’s apparently wrong. She looks a lot better already.” Jimin mentions, watching you from his spot.

“She’s still very tired, but I think she’s getting back.” Jungkook agrees. “What.. What do you think they’ll decide?” He wonders towards his friend, as you set down the bottle for now, stretching your legs for a second before you continue to drink some more. You don’t understand all of what’s said- but enough to somewhat connect the meaning of the sentences spoken.

“I’m not sure. We don’t have enough time to divert to another town- considering how far behind we already are.” He explains, before he moves to open a wooden chest he takes some clothes out of. “Yoongi told me she can wear some of his clothes for now, so she doesn’t have to stay under the blankets all the time.” Jimin says, putting them on your lap with a smile.

“So we won’t leave her again?” Jungkook wonders, when a low voice speaks up, entering the carriage as well.

“No.” Yoongi responds, boldly sitting next to you to move your face a bit to check up on you. “But she’s your responsibility.” He tells Jungkook, after leaving you alone again, making you look after him for a moment, before everyone else enters as well, ready to go to sleep most likely.

You’ve woken up already, occasionally, so you know how they all manage to sleep in here. They all kind of follow a behavior similar to penguins- sleeping closely together to share body heat. You’re always somewhat moved into the middle, currently the most vulnerable member of the group.

It shows that this group actually cares, even if they act like they don’t. Or.. Some do.

Jungkook doesn’t actually seem to mind at all that you’re now his ‘responsibility’, as he moves the blankets to help you slip into a thick sweater. “There. You look a lot more awake!” He smiles, and you nod, surprising him.

“Thank.” You say, not very fluent in his language- but he understands.

“So you do understand!” He says, and you shake your head, making a pinching motion with your fingers.

“Only bit.” You explain. “Listen- well. Speak- no.” You tell him, and Jimin chimes up at that, coming closer together with Hoseok, who’s interest got sparked as well. You know their names by now from listening in on conversations you couldn’t drown out.

“That’s amazing.” Hoseok nods. “That makes things a lot easier for us.”

“Did your past group not teach you proper language skills?” Namjoon questions, and you can hardly really make out what he means- so you shake your head after a while.

“She was a slave, not a member.” Taehyung shrugs as he takes out his blanket to get his own spot ready to sleep. “It’s not surprising.”

You tap at your collar at the mention of that, but Yoongi shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that, for now.” He simply says with very simple words so you can understand a bit better, probably aware of the fact that you want to know what your position in this group will be. “Just.. Heal. I guess.” He mumbles, before he gets his own spot ready, Jungkook smiling kindly before he helps you crawl into the middle with all your blankets, basically carrying you halfway instead when he notices your legs being still a bit shaky.

You’re not really used to sleeping in the middle of a group- but you’re starting to really enjoy it.

Especially when, despite everyone’s hesitance, Jungkook and Taehyung end up basically hugging you- even Yoongis legs touching yours beneath all the blankets.

Maybe this could become your final stay.

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You’re not sure for how long you’ve slept- but it can’t have been long, considering that everyone else is still fast asleep, huddled together.

You’ve never really witnessed this whole scene- everyone still resting, cuddled together and only sometimes moving a little while they dream. It’s a serene moment, a sight you almost feel like you shouldn’t be able to see-

But there’s something off.

You sit up, slowly to not wake anyone, listening to your surroundings. The wind has picked up quite a bit, pushing against the wooden carriage every now and then, and you wonder if the group’s Sarril is holding up against the change in weather. You know they’re very resilient and can withstand much more than just some bad weather, but still, you worry. Maybe you should check?

You’re not sure why you feel such urgency.

You pick up someone’s sweater, thick fabric able to keep you warm enough for a short bit, as you pull the hood of it over your head, tying the strings to keep it from being blown off right away. And you’re surprisingly able to somehow sneak out of the cuddled up group as well without really waking anyone- they’ll most likely only notice once your spot becomes colder.

So you have to hurry to not alarm anyone.

Quickly opening the back door and tarp, you jump down and almost tumble to your knees- having underestimated the height of it all by quite a bit. Their kind is way taller than humans after all, so it shouldn’t be surprising- but you’re lucky down the line, not having hurt yourself in your little fall.

You walk towards the front where the Sarril is curled up but curiously lifting her head to look at you coming closer, in no distress. Snow is piling up against her big body, but her wooly sheep-like coat shields her from the freezing temperatures. You reach out to pet her-

When you notice it.

She must’ve accidentally pulled the reigns down and gotten her back pair of legs tangled- unable to move without shaking the entire carriage. It wasn’t the wind that was moving the thing- it was her, in an effort to get free. “Let’s see..” you mumble to yourself, before you carefully assess the situation, slowly untainted the leather reigns to not startle her.

A Kick from those thick, clawed hooves could be deadly after all, even if it’s not her intention.

“What are you doing?” a menacing voice asks you, one you’ve come to connect with Yoongi- bit you’re too close to freeing her to answer him right away, as you hear him get closer. He looks over your shoulder to observe your hands gently pulling the reigns away now, his own on your shoulder to pull you away if you were doing something bad-

But suddenly the Sarril is stretching her legs almost in satisfaction, flute-like sound emitting from her throat before she nods her head, happily turning towards you as if to offer her thanks. It’s clumsy, the fact that she doesn’t know that she’s much bigger and stronger than you almost ending in pushing you over, but you instead accept the gesture, while Yoongi watches.

“How did you know?” yoongi demands to know, watching you pet her, your hands already red from the cold.

“Uh..” you point at the carriage. “shake. Weird.” You mention, pointing to your stomach. “weird.. feel. Emotion.” You try and explain, searching for the right word. “Instinct?” You say, and he watches you, before he nods, understanding.

“hm. Thanks.” He mumbles, before he helps you up and pats off the snow from your clothes. “now come back. You caused worry.” He huffs, helping you back into the carriage where both Jungkook and a sleepy Jimin exhale in relief almost at seeing you again.

“where was she?” hoseok asks, yawning while Namjoon simply moves the blankets to welcome you back beneath, without any words.

“outside. Ros had somehow gotten her legs tangled in the reigns.” Yoongi explains while Jungkook helps you back next to him where he eagerly moves the blankets back over you to warm you up again. “She said she.. felt weird? That’s how she noticed.”

“Humans call it a gut feeling.” Namjoon yawns. “though.. it doesn’t have anything to do with their intestines..” he mumbles, laying back down while Taehyung looks at you.

“thank you.” He offers, and you nod. “I must’ve not put the reigns up properly..” he tells himself mostly, before he too lays back down to resume his rest.

And as you now find yourself back in the warmth of the group, knowing that the loyal animal outside is well too, you can finally find some sleep as well.

Dreaming of nothing but snow and winds.

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You’re sitting next to Taehyung and Jungkook up front, dressed in clothes not your size, but somewhat adjusted with strings Jimin had helped tie in some places. Jungkook checks in with you often to make sure that you’re not too cold- but you don’t want to just be uselessly existing around.

The next small outpost is up ahead. They all seem oddly eager to get there- as if something’s or someone is waiting for them there.

Time is tough to calculate. You’re not sure why you can’t just exist like the rest of them with no feel for it- time doesn’t really matter to them as much as it does to you. But that’s because they all grew up without focusing on it too much- you didn’t. “we need to buy her some proper attire.” Yoongi mumbles walking next to the Sarril moving the carriage.

Jungkook smiles a bit impishly. He’s aware that the grumpy looking friend must’ve changed his mind about you.

“An outpost would be a bad place to leave her- you’re right.” Namjoon agrees from the other side, reminding him that not all share the same views however. Namjoon still clearly does not have you in mind as a permanent part of the group- and he can somewhat understand it. A bigger group is safer, after all- but it’s also harder to feed.

But that doesn’t mean he agrees with him.

The moment you arrive at the camp, you spot someone familiar- someone the group walks towards as well, before they hug him. “where did you find her?” he wants to know, disbelief clear in his face and voice as he looks at you standing amongst his group.

“She was left by a fireplace.” Yoongi informs his friend. “do you know her, Jin?”

“not personally, but fleetingly.” He offers, before he walks closer to you. “they said you got killed during an attack?” He questions you, but you shake your head.

“She was injured- but very mildly. She was mostly freezing.” Namjoon explains. “But she recovered, much to my surprise.” He adds, watching how his older friend kindly runs a hand over your head, a common gesture for older members of a group to greet the younger ones.

“I’m glad you made it then.” Seokjin tells you, and you smile, with Jungkook right behind you now. “I assume you must be happy to finally not be the youngest anymore? After all I can sense she’s not quite the same age as you.” He jokes, making Jungkook instantly look over to Namjoon.

“She’s not part of the group.” Namjoon states, though his tone is a lot softer than when he’d say that before. “We’re simply.. Trying to find a place for her to stay.”

“Oh, I see.” Seokjin nods. “Well, until we find that place, I will still treat her as part of the group.” He almost teasingly states, before taking your hand in his. “So, I shall find my groupmate something proper to eat.” He smiles charmingly, before he walks off with you towards the several fires and people making and selling food. “He will warm up. Don’t worry.” Jin tells you more quietly now that he’s with you alone, the rest of the group having held back Jungkook to instead help lift some heavy crates of food rations.

“It’s fine.” You reassure, slipping on the icy frozen puddles here and there- though Jin’s hand on your back always steadies you, while also being unable to not laugh at your clumsiness. “Why.. You, here?” You ask, and he nods to himself.

“I was visiting relatives.” He explains. “But I will return to You and the others from today on. Maybe I can help you soften up the tough shell of some of the groupmembers.” He jokes, and you smile, nodding.

You really want to stay with them- so hopefully, Seokjin can help you achieve that.

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“She sure has an appetite.” Yoongi mumbles, as he sits down next to Jungkook who’s just dug into his own second serving of soup, while you still spoon yours into your mouth.

“Thats good, isn’t it?” Jungkook chirps happily. “shows she’s healthy.” He says, looking at you- who nods, before eating more slowly. Jungkook frowns a bit at that, though understands that you might’ve misunderstood what little you could translate for yourself. “you can eat well here! Since Jin’s family stays here, we eat in exchange for less money.” He tries to explain it in easier words, and you nod.

Still, you feel a bit odd about it. What if they don’t take you with them? You don’t want to just.. use their money just to end up not actually offering anything in return. There has to be something you can do for them as well.

“its getting cold.” Yoongis voice is heard, and you look up at that, noticing he means your food- and you nod obediently, returning to your meal. “I feel like she might need a task.” He says, and you look up at that, before you nod eagerly.

“Huh? No, she doesn’t-“ Jungkook wonders, before Yoongi shakes his head.

“She does. Everyone in a group has a task.” He says, and at that, Seokjin joins you at the table.

“How about she keeps the carriage organized and tidy?” He offers, sitting next to you. “She could help put away the blankets after we sleep, or keep track of all the things we carry around. It would certainly take some weight off of my shoulders, and Namjoon wouldn’t have to be scolded for his messy habits every time we forget or misplace something.” He chuckles, Jungkook laughing as well.

“I agree with that idea.” Yoongi nods. “do you?” He asks you, and you think for a second, before you realize what he’s asking. So you nod- of course you can take on that job!

“we shouldn’t give her a task just yet.” Namjoon intervenes, sitting down next to Yoongi while the other’s also join in at the table with their food. “That’s up to her future group, not us.”

Everyone’s silent at that- understanding, but there’s also a slight wave of disappointment going around, especially when looking at Jungkook- who suddenly boldly so, gets up as he notices you’ve finished eating. “come- you must be tired. I’ll show you how to make a proper sleeping place.” He offers, as he helps you off the bench. But surprisingly, Yoongi also gets up- making Namjoon look at him with question.

“Someone’s gotta stand watch over them.” He simply says as a poor excuse, following you and Jungkook back to the carriage.

You’re surprised to see Taehyung following as well, the tall alien not having interacted with you much- but his interest is certainly caught at the sight of the most quiet member of the group visibly growing attached to you. Jungkooks behaviour is understandable after all- his childhood having shaped him into someone who aims to help whomever he can. And he most likely sees a bit of himself in you.

But Yoongi? That’s certainly new.

Yoongi has always been easy to talk to, and he himself is someone who can talk anyone into anything it seems like- but he’s only ever been loyal to his own group, and never interested in anyone in such nature that he’s now clearly portraying. To anyone else, he might not have changed much- but Taehyung notices the difference in how he carefully helps you into the carriage, making sure Jungkook has a good hold on your hands before he lets go of your legs. Only once you’re in does he get in himself- and once they all find themselves in their ‘home’ again, he’s already ‘showing off’; making a proper sleeping spot for you, as an example to follow once you’ve memorized it.

It’s really not necessary, technically. You’re human, yes, but even humans know how to prepare a nest, somewhat.

But Taehyung watches, amused, how the both of them basically bury you beneath blankets before getting underneath them as well, ready to sleep even though they’re not tired. You definitely are- as a creature who usually needs at least eight hours of rest, you’re a lot less active than they are on average. They only need three or four, maybe a nap here and there- but it’ll be fine.

Because with the way you’re basically shielded from the outside world by Yoongi and Jungkook, Taehyung is sure you’re already part of the group.

And soon, Namjoon will realize that too.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic

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