#*smol shrug noises*

[thedevilundercover]

Tim Drake de-aging fic but everyone is just kind blown how that little monster is the Timothy Jackson Drake that they know.

He’s not even a gremlin, he’s just mean and knows a little too much about stuff than the usual rich brat.

Damian: tsk, you’re such a disgrace the Wayne name.

Tiny!Tim: yeah? And your mother should have swallowed, but we’re both here aren’t we?

or

Jason, thinking he could bully smol Timmy: you stopped so low that you replaced a dead boy! *emo edge lord noises*

Baby!Tim, having learned new slang words via duke and Steph who think this whole thing is hilarious: have you ever thought about just getting better?

Jason: ex-fucking-cuse me?

Tim, shrugging: dying really is just a skill issue ngl

it would be even more funny if he was like this only to Damian and Jason so everyone thinks Tim is such a smart, adorable little boy but the two of them are screaming at Dick and Bruce to get that fucking demonic child exorcised

[hotyanderedaddies]

Hey so what about naga yandere? That's been watching reptile obsessed darling from afar waiting for the right moment to pounce

Yandere Naga Loves to Watch Ophidiophobic You

**Ophidiophobia: intense and overwhelming fear of snakes

[Yandere! Naga x GN! Ophidiophobic! Reader]

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Daddy wakes up extra early in the morning so that he can slither out of his den and towards the edge of the forest, his green eyes honing in on a certain building that is within his view.

The window upstairs to the far left was lit up from the bedroom light, signifying that you were awake and getting ready for the day.

Daddy's heart raced in his chest as he listened to the heavenly noises of you humming to yourself as you showered and dressed up into your school uniform. And once you were all ready, you skipped out of the front door and started to walk to school.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, Daddy's face stretched out into a wide, cadaverous grin, his forked tongue flicking out of his mouth so that he could taste your scent.

"Good morning, Darling," he whispered, low enough so that you couldn't hear him from his hidden position, "today's going to be a good day."

He knew this too, because your backpack was packed a little more than usual, bulging out with your extra change of clothes because your Biology class was taking an overnight field trip to the local national forest where you'd be spending the night in the woods... which was in Daddy's territory.

"Soon," he promised you.

The very first time that Daddy had laid eyes on you, he'd been searching for a meal, and you had been wondering along one of the trails in the woods to take pictures of local wildlife for a class project.

He'd totally planned on eating you when he'd caught sight of your cute face, making him freeze in his hiding spot behind the trees. Instead of devouring you, he'd curiously watched as you wandered around the woods, treating nature with a sense of whimsy and respect, earning his devotion.

He'd immediately loved that you were a kindhearted soul and that you were a smol who was very adorable, and he'd wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and carry you off to his den to be all his.

There was just one tiny issue:

Daddy is a naga, and whereas his human half is very handsome by most standards and he looks very strong and gorgeously rugged, his lower half is that of a gigantic serpent that slithers silently about the woods as he stalks his prey. And you're a human who's very--

"AHHH! A snake!" you shrieked as soon as you caught sight of the tiny field snake that was about the size of a child's index finger. You took off sprinting down the road, flailing your arms wildly as you desperately tried to put as much distance between you and the baby snake as possible.

The snake looked up at Daddy confused, and he just shrugged at it, knowing that it meant no harm.

But still, Daddy was extremely disappointed that the love of his life has a phobia of snakes.

Granted this definitely was a damper on your relationship, Daddy refused to let you go. He made sure to watch you every chance he got, keeping a protective eye on you at all times. He could easily see your house from the forest, and made sure to slither around it in the dark, marking it with his scent so that other creatures knew that you were off limits.

He always followed you whenever you walked to school, hissing ferociously at any animal that was stupid enough to even think about charging at you.

You're his Darling, and Daddy can't wait until the two of you can finally be together.

But he's getting really impatient.

Which was why he was over the moon about your overnight school trip.

As the day progressed and you spent time in the forest with your classmates, Daddy made sure to be as close as he could. The park ranger/tour guide made things difficult, but he still managed to keep his distance while maintaining sight of you. You eagerly took in every word that you could on your trip, happily learning all about nature and the creatures that live in it.

Daddy made a mental note to take you on daily trips through the forest so that he can show you all the sights, after he steals you away.

As the day turns into night, Daddy watches as everyone go their cabins.

It's quiet for a while until he hears a little creaking emanating from your cabin, and the door swings open as you tiptoe out. You head towards the bathroom cabin that is at the end of the row of tiny cabins. There's no one else outside either.

Daddy's smile stretches out even more as he realizes that this is his chance. He slithers to the bathroom cabin and quietly waits by the door for you to exit.

"Gotcha," Daddy gleefully whispers the second you step foot outside.

He pounces and wraps his snake half around you, trapping your limbs at you side. With his human arms, he tightly wraps them around you, securing a tight hand over your mouth.

You start to panic over the feeling of a strong figure around you, but the panic turns into sheer horror as soon as you feel the smooth, scaly quality to the figure. You try to look downward, but it's really dark, preventing you from seeing much. Yet, the tightening squeezing sensation forces your imagination into overdrive and all you can think of is the most terrifying thing in the world:

Snake.

You try to thrash about as much as you can, desperate to get free. But it's useless.

Daddy is much, much stronger than you.

"Shh," Daddy coos in you ear. "It's okay, Darling. Daddy won't hurt you. Daddy's just gonna take you home with him. Okay?"

He doesn't wait for your answer, and instead starts to slither off into the dark forest at a high speed, his prize trapped tightly in his clutches.

Daddy has you, and he's never ever going to let you go.

You'll learn to love snakes, he'll make sure of it.

[cultofdixon]

Keeping an eye on what you love

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • A peaceful moment in the prison led to feelings for a certain archer to resurface without fear of the next day. Oh how you didn’t realize until now, how observant one can be • SFW/Smol Angst • TW: Canon Violence / Minor Injuries

Requested by: @matilda4eve

You have to stop staring Y/N. It’s getting weird Y/N continued to do so as she sat at the tables in the quad watching some of the group reinforce the front fence of the prison. She had just finished her tasks for the day and took a load off, it just so happened to be at the right moment Daryl Dixon would be working outside in the remaining light hours of the day.

This has been going on for a while. Not saying many words to each other and Y/N simply watching Daryl exist doing whatsoever. It started at the quarry and now it’s happening at the prison, after all the chaos of course.

“Hey Y/N can I borrow you a sec?” Beth smiles asking for her help as Y/N nods returning the smile before getting up and following the young Greene.

Little did she know that the archer was watching the two’s interaction from where he stood with Rick and Glenn. He was lost in his own mindset and it took Glenn elbowing him to get him back.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothin’. We’re losing light”

“You’re the one that zoned out” Rick chuckles picking up the wooden plank and holding it in place for Glenn to secure.

The night crawls in and their group hung out in their cellblock talking amongst themselves like it was old times of enjoying the others company. But also talking about the future of the prison. Y/N was part of the conversation regarding the farm with Hershel and Rick while Daryl being beside them was talking to Glenn and Sasha about setting up a run. Even if both were in different conversations, Y/N still managed to listen in while focusing on what’s being told to her.

“We should get more people to come on the run with us if we are gonna tackle something like that” said thing was the abandoned camp that the military has set up in a shopping center. Daryl brought himself to lean against the wall when he accidentally bumped shoulders with Y/N.

For some reason, he felt a spark when such happened. He gave an apoplectic look to her as she shrugged it off with a smile before turning back to Hershel to talk about the pig pen he was talking about.

“Daryl?” Sasha snaps him out of his thoughts as he turned back to those he was talking to while his mind was still elsewhere.

“Sorry”

“No worries. But I agree. We should get at least three more people to come with us? Just for now let’s stick with smaller runs that won’t take much time” Glenn states before continuing to talk about such but the words started to sound like white noise, to both of them.

Neither of them really pulled away from the smallest form of human contact. All Y/N did was readjust but kept her shoulder against Daryl’s as he sat still for a moment thinking he was making her uncomfortable, until he adjusted and kept close.

This…is new

Y/N found herself on watch in the late morning which was new given she’s usually on nights. But as she stood leaning against the railing, she saw everything happening including the archer get a team ready to go for a run. She heard times before that he never saw himself as a leader, but he’s a natural one if he ever needs to step up.

“Yo!”

The young Grimes caught Y/N off guard as she looked a bit ridiculous when turning her attention away. Like she was trying to hide something but Carl knew he was a bit unexpected.

“Sorry, Y/N. Someone just wanted me to give you this”

“Someone? Carl you know almost everybody. Who made you their messenger?” Y/N laughs a bit taking the book from him as he shrugged her off to avoid answering her question. She examined the cover reading ‘DUNE’ on it and remembering a conversation she had with Michonne about how it was one of her favorites. So maybe it was Michonne that had Carl give it to her? Who knows…

“You think…uh”

“Uh?” Y/N smiles feeling the pages and enjoying the comfort she received from just holding the book in her hands.

“Can read it to Jude. Yknow like. When I’m around” the kid can read. He just didn’t want to admit that he wants that old comfort that he got from his mom.

“I’m watching Judith tonight while your dad is on watch duty. Maybe a few chapters tonight? Not like she’d understand”

“It’s cool I can hold her and dumb it down for her” Carl smiles getting another laugh out of his family.

As the two were watched for a moment from Daryl on the ground as he sat on his bike waiting for the others to get ready in their car. The second he heard a honk that snapped him out of his thoughts he whistled for the two’s attention catching them both feeling some unexpected anxiety.

“Open the gates!” He yells for their attentions as they quickly got out of the watchtower and did what was asked.

Before Daryl got far he stopped abruptly when he heard Y/N yelling at him.

“Be safe!” Y/N yells with a smile followed as Daryl froze in his place looking back at her with a nod before returning forward and fighting back a smile following the car.

It was the little things

Either watched the other work, try to include themselves (respectfully) in conversations that held the other, exchanged passing looks, and the more Y/N’s collection of books grew she found who they were coming from as part of her wished she didn’t catch Daryl in the act because he stopped leaving books for a few days.

Then on a cold rainy night in the prison, Y/N currently had Beloved in her grasp reading with the help of the weak solar powered lantern. She looked up when the light grew bigger to see Daryl with a flashlight and entering her cell without saying a word but laying a copy of Little Women on the edge of her bed. He didn’t wait for a ‘thank you’ or anything of the sort as he left after gifting her the book. She carefully set her book open facing down onto the floor before picking up the new one to feel something loose within the pages. She pulled out a note and it wasn’t a love note or anything, just asking her to join them on the run when it’s done raining. She smiled warmly anyway…it came from him.

It didn’t stop raining until three days later and Y/N found herself waiting by the cars with her gear expecting a few others to join but when Daryl came over ready to go looking to be the only one. Which is what he wanted.

“Got everything?”

“Yeah, uh” Y/N felt a bit skittish suddenly when given a moment entirely alone with Daryl. “Is it just us?”

Little did she know she’s spending most of the day with just him. Daryl gripped the strap to his crossbow nodding, a bit nervous himself. “Is that Uhm. Alright? Cuz I can—“

“Of course!” Bit too eager Y/N. Y/N smiles feeling a bit of a blush reach her ears as she carefully brushes her hair to cover them to avoid the obvious. “S-Sorry. It’s cool…just being us”

Now Daryl was the one trying to hide his blush by fully turning around heading toward his bike.

“Oh are we uh. Am I taking a car?”

The blush faded enough for him to look at her with a bit of an annoyed look. He didn’t mean it but it was a stupid question.

“Nah we’re takin’ my bike” He states approaching his bike as Y/N quickly got up from the bench she was waiting on to join him.

It was a little awkward at first when Y/N got on the back of his bike, after putting his crossbow on her back. She was hesitant to bring her arms around him not wanting to make him uncomfortable but Daryl was gentle when he grabbed her arms wrapping them around his torso. He felt her scoot into him being pressed up against him once her arms were secured.

“Ready?”

“Yeah! Uh who’s opening—-“

“We’ve gotcha!” Glenn smiles approaching the gates after making his and Maggie’s presence known to the two. His timing was always perfect.

Then they were off…and it was stunning.

Y/N at first kept a tight grasp when he first started to drive out of the prison. Then as the scenery passed, she loosen her grasp to lean back a little to watch the trees pass by one moment then an open field with few walkers and back to trees. It repeated as such until they were soon passing the big shopping district they were planning a huge run for and then the next being a few smaller ones which where they’ll be going through. Daryl felt her tighten around him when he hit a few bumps as he gently pats her hand to reassure her that he’ll go a bit slower and will always be safe.

An hour has passed and Daryl found himself watching Y/N more than their exit as he couldn’t help but notice the smallest things she’d do.

Being extra gentle when lifting items off the floor

Carrying a smile as she looks at the few pictures from the past

The excitement that shines bright in her eyes when she’d find books or anything that brought her joy

Daryl only snapped out of it when he heard wood give way. He quickly approached the hole finding Y/N had fallen through the second floor to the first.

Shit shit shit shit Daryl quickly ran away from the opening and down to her level pushing away an aisle’s shelving to get to her faster. “You okay?! It looks safe from when we cleared down here”

As the archer knelt to her as she sat up, she gave him a reassuring smile while rubbing her arm. Y/N instantly started to frown which worried Daryl even more.

“Y/N?”

“You’re bleeding” She frowns taking his arm to show him the cut on his person. He was in a hurry to get to her that he didn’t feel it happen. “We should get back…it needs stitches”

“Oh. Nah I don’t need Hershel to—“

“I can take care of it. We just need to go back. You and I can always come back another day” Y/N reassures him that today wasn’t ruined and Daryl couldn’t help but still be focused on what happened to her that she let him check her person after she put a temporary pressure dressing with the bandana he has and once she got up.

The two were quiet for the rest of the ride, given they were both hurt and Daryl felt awful even if it was an unpredictable thing most the time. Then as they sat in her cell later that night, the awkwardness seemed to have dissipated and it was just the silence and a bit of worry…while also taking notice of the small details.

The anxious archer watched how careful she was when stitching up his arm lac. She made sure not to pull too hard and would always double check her already done stitches. Y/N noticed while she was doing the stitches that he started to bite at his thumb. She’s noticed it before during stressful situations and he was doing it now and even when she finished putting the new bandage on.

“Am I good doc?” Daryl laughs nervously as he was about to start back up the habit when Y/N took both of his hands squeezing them. “I’m still sorry about…the floor breaking” he almost whispers as he brought his hand to gently graze the instant bruise she got from the fall.

“You didn’t break it, D”

“I know, sunshine. I’m just…still sorry”

There was that spark again. Bringing back the silence and the two getting a bit more confident with the other. But before either could make a move, Sasha interrupted the two to get Y/N’s assistance with something. Daryl had pulled away from her when she had came into the entry way of her cell.

Y/N gave him a short lived apologetic look before pulling her entire self away and leaving with Sasha. Daryl frowns wishing she didn’t interrupt. When will he get a chance like that again?

Well…

Another storm came through the prison as this one was the worse so far. Heavy rains and lightening. Rick had informed everyone outside when the storm was coming based on the changes in the weather through the day to go inside and chores will be taken care of once it passes.

Daryl had done a sweep inside their cellblock making sure his family was indoors but when he came to Y/N’s cell. He didn’t find her. He quickly ran down the steps about to ask Rick if he has seen her since he was coming back in but instead…

“We don’t have people on watch for the night cuz of the storm but I don’t think Y/N heard me when she’s the last on watch”

“I’ll go get’er” Daryl states not wasting another second but he was grabbed by Rick for another minute. “Yeah?”

“Bring a jacket, man.”

The archer soon found himself running through the rain while protectively holding his poncho. He entered the watchtower back expecting to meet Y/N coming down but when she didn’t, he thought something was up.

But she was simply outside leaning against the railing and watching the rain fall.

“Hey”

Y/N’s smile instantly came out when hearing his voice as she noticed his worried expression while offering his poncho.

“Hey yourself”

“Are you doing okay?” He frowns, feeling only a tad better when she put on his poncho. “You didn’t hear Rick callin’ for those outside to come in before the storm got worse”

“I Uhm. Kinda had a lot on my mind…and didn’t wanna be suffocated” Her smile faltered and it stung in his chest watching such.

“Oh…I can leave if yea need space…just—“

“I want you here” Y/N cuts him off, not wasting another moment like before as she looked away afraid the more she said that she would choke and he’d leave.

But he gently held her chin making her look him in the eye as he brought his hand to her cheek looking her in the eye. Wanting to hear every single word that came from her.

“You want me here?” Daryl felt that spark and it turned into loving warmth when she continued to look up at him trying to find the words but keeping that beautiful smile of hers. “I ain’t good with my words either, sunshine…I…”

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Dixon”

“Good…” He exhales bringing his other hand to cup her other cheek before bringing his lips onto hers. The sudden kiss confirmed his feelings to her but she was still shocked he reciprocated said feelings.

Though when the archer parted, he gave her that loving look in his eyes that she’s been giving him since their moment started. “I’m in love with you, sunshine” and as he was about to go in for another kiss that she already started to lean in for…the flash of lightening and loud thunder that rang with it startled the two. Daryl didn’t hesitate to bring Y/N into his arms as she had already latched onto him the second she heard it.

“Maybe we should’ve confessed inside” Y/N laughs bringing her head to his chest feeling him tighten around her gently.

“Nah. This was perfect”

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno MayProWriMo, which we're halfway through, whaaaat. take heed: I'm gonna call this one nc-17/nsfw/explicit; also smol cw for John being a middle-aged white dude who tries hard.]

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'The true method of knowledge is experiment.' -- William Blake

John's birthday do turns into a Rosie-themed party, but he doesn't mind. He's chuffed, truth be told. And not at all biased.

Luckily, all the other adults present are also not at all biased, so she has a willing audience for her various toddler antics, and throws herself into them full-speed.

'Perfect,' John says aside to Sherlock as Rosie demonstrates to the twelfth guest how to use her new rocking horse. The thing is solid. 'She'll wear herself down and pass out as soon as I put her to bed.'

Sherlock glances down at him from where he'd been watching a folded-up Stamford give the toy horse a few rocks before listing to one side and plonking down onto the carpet dramatically. 'You have plans?' he deduces easily while Rosie's giggles spin through the air.

John clears his throat. 'Possibly.'

Sherlock's lips curve into a smile, even after he turns his focus back to the room. 'Indeed.'

---

'In the spirit of science, there really is no such thing as a 'failed experiment.' Any test that yields valid data is a valid test.' -- Adam Savage

In true contrarian form, Rosie fights the fight of the exhausted and over-stimulated when John tries to start her bedtime routine after finally shoving all the guests out the door. He gets more water on him than she does during her bath, she ends up with backwards jammies on because she absolutely refuses to wear them any other way, and she has declared her disgust with every single one of their normal bedtime stories before he can blink.

John loves her to the ends of the earth, but he's suddenly feeling some strong nostalgia for his bachelor days. Very strong. Very. Strong.

A few moments before his patience is truly drained to nil, there's a knock on the door and Sherlock sticks his head in. 'Rosamund?' he asks, walking over and meeting her gaze. 'What's all this?'

'Don't want bad story!' she exclaims with watery eyes, like the idea is tantamount to state-sanctioned torture.

Sherlock glances at John, who just shrugs wearily. 'There's no accounting for taste.'

Sherlock snorts. 'Alright, Watsons. Here's the plan. Watson the Elder will go have a bath and some tea, and Watson the Younger will listen attentively while I tell the most riveting story of all time.'

He tucks her blanket back around her and she settles a little at his touch. Then he starts in with That Voice, and she's no match. 'Long ago, there once was a woman named Marie. She was from a land far, far away called Poland.' John makes a noise, and Sherlock in turn makes a shooing motion at him.

Plodding his way down the stairs, John muses that all of Sherlock's Rosie stories have involved female protagonists, usually non-fictional. They're not a particularly outwardly 'woke' bunch, the residents of 221 Baker St, but John reckons it's the little things. Like raising a daughter with heroes like Marie Curie.

It's not something they've even discussed, as her caretakers, and affection for Sherlock hits John hard in the chest. He's the luckiest bastard in the world, he really is.

---

'Argument is conclusive, but it does not remove doubt, so that the mind may rest in the sure knowledge of the truth, unless it finds it by the method of experiment.' -- Roger Bacon

That appreciation is still lingering when John exits the loo in his bathrobe to find Sherlock sprawled on the kitchen table, which is a new one, reading a book that looks about as old as the earth itself.

'Feel better?' he says without lifting his eyes to John.

John nods, approaching him. 'You left out the part where Marie Curie died of radiation poisoning, yes?'

'Obviously,' Sherlock says, easing his legs over the edge of the table until he's sitting on it like a normal person, but still reading. 'That will keep until she's at least four.'

'Right. What's the book about?' John asks as he makes his way between Sherlock's knees.

Sherlock holds up a pointer finger. 'One moment.'

John shakes his head with a small smile, then without really considering it he rolls his palms up Sherlock's thighs. The detective is still wearing his party trousers, fine wool John really doesn't want to know the cost of, and it feels smooth and satisfying under his skin.

He leaves his hands at the top of Sherlock's thighs, pressing lightly into small spaces. Sherlock coughs. 'If you distract me, it'll take even longer.'

John raises his hands. 'Fine, fine. I'll just be in bed.' He lowers his voice a little. 'In your bed.'

Sherlock goes very still, eyes staying glued to the page. But his thighs tighten around John when he tries to back away.

John chuckles, and debates the merits of keeping his hands to himself. But before he's decided, he's interrupted.

'Done,' Sherlock announces loudly, slapping the book shut and putting it down on the table with only a modicum of care. He pulls John into him immediately, but his brow is a little furrowed. 'Do you mean it?'

'We've shared beds before,' John strings him along with.

Sherlock tuts. 'John Watson, don't be coy, it doesn't suit you.'

John sobers, and then nods. 'I want… ' He goes for the plain truth. The opposite of coy. 'I want to sleep in your bed, and I'd prefer it'd be after some orgasms.'

Sherlock makes a noise John's not sure how to interpret.

'If you want,' John adds lightly. 

Crystalline eyes search John's face. 'Aren't you tired?'

His smile blooms slowly. 'Yeah, I am. But not too tired for this.' He reaches up to cradle Sherlock's face in his hands, and kisses him, slow and steady, feeling the beat of his heart.

---

'If I experiment enough, I get a deeper understanding.' -- Terence Tao

The first word gets drawn on Sherlock's right hip.

John's left index finger traces eight letters while his right hand tucks into Sherlock's pants and draws them down and off, his mouth following then trailing along hot, hard skin. He knows Sherlock's watching, and likes the idea that he's being at least a little unpredictable.

He's not done this before, but he's done this before. His tongue, and palate, and salivary glands adjust without much fanfare.

The second word, also eight letters, is then stencilled into Sherlock's right thigh, where the hair is downy, and the tendon cords under John's hand.

'John--' Sherlock murmurs roughly. 'What--'

John, on a whim, tries a thing with his tongue, and Sherlock cuts off with a groan. Then John finds himself so involved he forgets to do the next word until Sherlock pulls him up into a tight embrace.

John lets him, because it leaves him in the perfect position to tongue the ten letters into Sherlock's long, exposed neck.

'John, really. Your penmanship is--' His breath catches as John uses a few teeth. '--terrible.'

John huffs a laugh, genuinely amused. 'Doctor, remember?'

'No excuse,' Sherlock says blithely, then starts pulling away.

John is unashamed to admit he tries to stop him, tries to keep him close. Sherlock's gaze softens, and he leans back in.

'Not going further than this bed,' he says against John's mouth. 'It's just that I have something I wish to do.' He smiles, slow and long, and says, 'You did just have a bath, did you not?'

John searches his face, feeling scorched down to his toes at the implied invitation. His thumb traces the fourth word, only four letters, into the thin skin of Sherlock's unbroken wrist, and Sherlock's eyes widen fractionally.

'Perfect,' Sherlock says, then captures his mouth in another kiss. 'Turn over.'

'Your fracture,' John protests. 'It isn't fully healed.'

Sherlock rolls his eyes, and John is reassured he's still the same as he ever was. 'Which is why you should turn over. I'm going to kneel at the foot of the bed. That alright with you, Doctor?'

 'Oh, hell. Yes.'

The fifth word-- Well, John is surprised it took this long for the tables to turn, really, but the fifth word gets bitten into the rounded flesh where John's upper thigh tucks into his arse, before he has a chance to rise up onto his hands and knees. All seven letters, nibbled precisely into sensitive skin while Sherlock's uninjured hand teases at the goal.

'Jesus God,' John mutters weakly. 'Sherlock--'

'Up,' Sherlock says with a tap. John levers himself into position with a grunt, and barely has time to steady himself before Sherlock licks into him.

'Fuck,' he hisses, almost surging forward but being caught round the hip by Sherlock's good hand, steadied.

And then absolutely taken apart.

'Sher--' he falters, ages and a moment later, panting and trying to hold onto his clanging heart. 'Please, come here, I want-- I want you to come with me-- Oh, fuck.''

Sherlock's groan reverberates into him, and John falls onto his forearms, arse held in the air purely by strength of will. He'll congratulate himself later.

When Sherlock pulls away and climbs back onto the bed, John is caught in a messy web of lust and turns over just enough to pull Sherlock down onto his side. 'Please,' he says roughly, reaching for Sherlock's prick. 'Can I--'

'Yes,' Sherlock hisses, seeking out reciprocation. 'Whatever you want.'

And they sync up without too much struggle, racing to bring the other pleasure, and John can't quite remain tethered when he feels Sherlock's tongue tracing the sixth word over his heart. 'Sherlock,' he whispers. He tenses, and it's over; he's awash with sensation and floating away.

---

Seven steps of the scientific method: 1) Question 2) Research 3) Hypothesis 4) Test 5) Analyse 6) Conclusions 7) Communicate.

'You know,' Sherlock says enough moments later that John can focus on him again. 'The seventh step is debatable.'

John smirks sleepily, reaching blindly for his pants to wipe the majority of the evidence off their skin. 'I'd say communication is the most important part, actually.'

Sherlock huffs; John feels it on his temple and decides he's not moving for a while. And it takes a while for Sherlock to say what John can tell is brewing in his mind, anyway. It's alright. He can wait.

'What was that about, truly?' Sherlock finally asks quietly.

'Well,' John says, thinking as he traces figures, meaningless figures this time, into Sherlock's arm. 'Sometimes experiments are about demonstrating a known fact that’s already proven. '

'And this one proved…?'

John's hand comes to a stop. 'Oh, come on, you know what.'

Silence stretches after that statement, and John finally raises his eyes to meet Sherlock's. A smile spreads across his face at what he sees there.

'Just that I love the hell out of you,' he says matter-of-factly.

Sherlock lets out a stream of breath he'd apparently been holding. 'A reasonable conclusion,' he mutters, bringing their mouths together.

John grins, knowing exactly what Sherlock is saying with those words, and lets him have it.

[❤️]

[nardaviel]

WIP Game

Rules: Go to your current work in progress and share the following

The first line of the work.

The first line of your current chapter (or if it’s a one-shot, the first line of the tenth paragraph).

The last line you wrote.

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

Tag at least 3 people whose work you wanna see, and if you make a separate post for it, please link back to the original.

I was tagged by @crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer! Thank you so much for giving me an excuse to talk about my apparently eternal WIP, Dreamless. I posted character aesthetics in my tag for the story back in 2019 when I started working on it, and I'm still not done T_T. Technically it's a Boueibu fic, I guess, because Ibushi is there as a six-year-old and Kinshirou is mentioned, but it's extremely OC-centric, Ibushi is (I hope) not unrecognizable but he is smol and extremely AU-ified, and it doesn't take place in the Boueibu universe. So I pretty much consider it an original work.

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The first line of the work:

The sun was rising over Kennington, placing Ibushi's first day in England in the past where it belonged, when Sora, heading blearily back from the maisonette's bathroom to his couch, poked his head into the bedroom and found Ibushi drawing runes on the window.

The first line of the current chapter:

"I don't… know what the problem is. I'm sorry."

The way he said it, Rasim could have been apologising for personally spending their entire stash of money in one ill-fated shopping trip. Then again, perhaps that would have been less of a setback than not helping Sam learn to cast.

The last line you wrote:

A suspicion began to take shape, too new and nebulous for words. Sora exchanged a glance with Sam; Sam shrugged, at a loss. Fair enough. As his heartbeat stuttered with hope or with dread, Sora turned back to the newly-drawn containment circle and called fire.

A line for a chapter/part you haven't written yet:

(I write in such an incredibly linear way that I don't have any scraps of future scenes to put here LMAO so I had to write something on the spot. Here it is:)

Sora made a noise, and the dreamscape twisted. The lush ravine melted like wax and swirled into grey nothingness, weightless and all-encompassing like the inside of a cloud. Only Sora himself remained, his shocked eyes and his stiff posture, like he wanted to comfort Sam but didn't dare.

Half-blind, Sam seized his wrist. Bones shifted beneath his grip. Weird thing to happen in a dream, but this wasn't a normal-- this was--

"Put it back," he rasped.

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Tagging @naometry, @spell-struck, @flowersforthemachines, @cyanide-e-pistachio, and anyone else who wants to do it o7 I've done these things many times before because I was covered by the "anyone else who wants to do it" clause.

[skloomdumpster]

Hello!! Please tell me more about the Riventrix Superhero AU 👀

This WIP is fucking *ancient* - Before s2 ancient and according to the actual contents, the real title is "I Need a Hero".

It's about Riven - local vigilante -, falling for Beatrix, art gallery owner, smol and mean... Also the local supervillain. They're not aware of each other's secret identity.

Here's a little snippet:

Spotting Sky’s blonde head was easy, tall as he was, and Riven made a beeline for him. He was so set on his path that he didn’t see a small woman until he slammed straight into her. 

Her champagne glass spilled all over the front of his hoodie and her black mini dress, but she didn’t let go of the flute with the impact, so there was no noise of glass breaking to attract everyone’s attention. She crossed one arm over her front, planting it on the one that was currently holding up her glass and pursed her lips, “Please watch where you’re going, this is not a playground and you’re not a toddler.” 

He couldn’t help but bite down a smile at her snide remark, then mustered up the last of his manners for the night and forced out a “I’m sorry about your dress.” 

Her eyes sparkled with annoyance, “as you should be, excuse me,” then she pushed past him and kept moving, planting her now almost empty flute back on a waiter’s tray and promptly vanishing in the crowd of people. 

Riven shook his head and glared down at the now wet spot in the middle of his hoodie, but he had more pressing matters at hand, like the fact Sky was making his way to him, mumbling “excuse me,” over and over as he blocked people’s view of an art piece or another. 

Finally he made it to Riven, but there was no relieved or triumphant smile. 

“What? Didn’t you miss me?” 

“You look awful Riv,” Sky sighed, instead, sounding defeated and frustrated, “like you lost a fight against a wall.” 

“It moved too fast,” Riven sassed back, then shrugged, “what? Prince Sky whistled, I came. I’m easy like that”, he tried weakly to keep his bitterness to himself, but it poured in his words, causing Sky to wince and pout like he had been kicked. 

“I wouldn’t have asked you to come if I knew you were all beat up, Riv!” he scoffed, “this could wait…”

“What could wait?” Riven pressed on, looking around uneasily, “What are we doing here, Sky?” 

  It wasn’t Sky’s scene just as much as it wasn’t Riven’s, actually, even less so. He cleaned up well and appearance wise he fit right in, but Sky lacked the artsy background required to frequent this place and half a conversation would easily expose him. It gave Riven a small satisfaction knowing his brother was just as uncomfortable as him.

[sayonaralullaby-a]

Close

For @bfu60min challenge + phrase prompt: “I’m moving closer to you, I don’t care.”

　“I’m coming over there to rest with you and you can't stop me.”

　Great determination blend well into the words, though, were they nearly drawn from an immature child’s attitude, one would think. At least Ryan believed so while he was sitting on a couch, his attention flickering from his laptop to the sickly Shane, who was... well, definitely not standing at the doorway anymore since he first appeared, and instead, was hiding behind an another furniture that was set several feet away from where he was — alike he was a critter of sort attempting to catch him ( yeah, right, with his ridiculous legs as they were like the length of a huntsman spider’s, he would be doing it terribly ).

　 The dramatic sight left Ryan seeking cover over his laughters, his chest twirling in amusement that soon rendered the corner of his straightened lips twitching. Fuck.

　“For the last time, Shane, I’m not - I’m not going to risk getting my bones broken with a lot more work piling up on me because of you,” said Ryan, his voice wavering, tone shifting from seriousness to otherwise before vice versa ( God, Shane and his weirdness wasn't helping him at all ).

　He was a hardworking individual ( sometimes would his strength even become a flaw under a forming weight of exhaustion pressing deep into his mind and body from a lack of rest ), and he hated at the thought of not being able to work; if he received this particular amount of work, he will stick to the plans he would come up with and finish what he was given. Nothing less or more, unless told in advance that something would come up and interrupt his work period. So the chance he was going to catch Shane’s germs was a big fuck yes, and Ryan was, in no doubt, going with that big fuck off vibe towards it.

 　"I can help,” Shane bluntly offered.

　Ryan shot him a funny look. “The last time you offered to help me and I allowed you, you deleted few of my work.” 

　“It was an accident!”

　“Oh, and was it also an accident you got sick?” Ryan then questioned him with every notes in his voice was ringing sarcasm.

　“Well, things like this happens, so, what can I say.”

　Ryan stared at Shane in disbelief.

　"You fucking - oh my God, you ate the pumpkin seeds literally right out of a pumpkin! You said you were going to eat them and I warned you not to, but now, look at you!” 

　“Yes, I can see myself very well, Ryan.”

　Ryan’s expression later changed to confusion once he perceived an emphasis he thought was unnecessary in Shane’s response. God fucking knows why, he let his mind wander for a brief moment to recollect what Shane had previously said before making a connection to them with the word he just emphasized. Bits of his attention peeked into the reality when he heard a small wheeze coming from Shane and before Ryan would say anything, Shane said, 

　“Get it? I can? Pumpkin? I kin?”

　“Oh my fucking GOD,” Ryan internally screamed at the shitty joke and firmly placed his hands on his face. He rubbed his eyes in a furious manner, and did he dared himself to look at the other once more, only to notice Shane was ever so slowly creeping over at his direction. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big guy,” Ryan said, narrowing his eyes, “What do you think you're doing? Just go back to bed and rest for the sake of myself and especially yours.”

　Ryan’s muscles slightly tensed when he heard a small amused snort from the older who was simply continuing to motion his way over, and he replied, “I’m moving closer to you, I don’t care.”

　Ryan would have tried to persuade him to rest, but Shane was doing, uh, whatever with his fucking dumb legs — one leg being raised up high in the air before placing them on the surface with the top of his toes and repeated the same movement with the other while he was approaching closer to him. “Fucking Hell—” It was already too much for Ryan and he burst out a laughter with the hard wheezes following right behind it. The ridiculousness of Shane rendered his mind to completely dismiss the previous event and focused more on his weird legs thing. He wheezed once again and a weight fell on his frame.

　A yelp fell forth from gaped mouth and his first instinct was to take his laptop away from his lap and placed them on the opposite side of where he was sitting. It was a good thing he did because, indeed, Shane doesn't give a shit at all while he was pressing his body dead against his, remotely crushing him. ‘May as well call you a fucking pine tree,’ thought Ryan with a huff. He was about to tell the other to get off of him, though something caught his full attention from just Shane resting on him and left his heart stuttering.

　The way Shane had his head on his shoulder with his nose gently against his neck, akin to petal lips against wounds, it was... comforting. Shane’s current posture was built with softness, and behind his presence was somehow able to pull his desire to just him. Just everything about this, it was exquisite, in a way. He didn't realize he had been observing him for so long until a light snoring pulled him out of his inner state ( though all of his concerns with the fear of catching the sickness disappeared ) and blinked. He wasn't surprised at how fast Shane fell asleep, but there was a big smile on his face.

　While Ryan wondered if the older actually wanted to rest with him without openly admitting it, he couldn't help but also think about Shane stating he was moving closer to him and didn't care. He never directly said what he didn't care about, so it was a poke to the brain. One thing that was tapping at the corner of his mind was how the sentence had something more with Shane planning to add something after it, yet he only ended it at the middle. Supposed, Ryan may never know now, would he?

　“I’m moving closer to you, I don’t care ( being with you makes me feel whole ).”

[gamblealifearchived1]

           ( this concerns no one, but I’m setting this out there now & getting it off my chest: if for some reason, I make you uncomfortable, please, tell me? I don’t really like not knowing these things & it only tends to build anxiety. So, please. & Know that I don’t force shipping. I’d prefer chemistry or talking about it unless we’re close friends & we basically ship anything. That’s all for this Ted Talk. Thank you. ) 

[a-familiar-set-of-apartments]

It sure is awful lively around here right now, isn't it Aiden? XD

Aiden doesn’t even look up from his book. “I dunno, sounds completely normal to me,” he deadpanned. Carefully shifting the blanket on his lap, he glanced down at the familiar under it. Roo was curled up in a tight ball, shivering a little. “You ok, bud?” he asked softly. 

Roo nodded hesitantly. “Th-the loud n-noises jus m-make me n-nervous…” he stuttered. He curled up a little more, whimpering softly. 

“Shh, you’re ok…” Aiden reassured him, gently stroking his paint-soaked fur. He carefully covered him up with the blanket again. “I’m right here. And it’s just Frisk and Journal, right?” 

“… r-right.. yeah…” 

[sanjoongie]

Are you a... Camgirl?

ღ @mejuii​ credits to you darling for the amazing gif

ღPairing: Yunho x Nari (OC) x Hongjoong (ft Wooyoung)

ღGenre: non-idol au, Hongjoong and Yunho are Nari’s friends

ღWord Count: 4,224

ღWarnings: anal prep, mxm, oral (f receiving), degradation kink, size kink, fingering (m receiving), cum eating, cum facial,  fxm sex, joong is a sub, nari is a sub, yunho is a dom

ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot, 3rd POV

ღSummary: when Yunho finds porn on Hongjoong’s computer, neither of them expected to figure out that it was Nari who the subject of the porn

ღ @mejuii​ @downtoamagicalland​ thank you for helping me through this, your help is priceless

Yunho was in Hongjoong’s studio, bringing in food and drink, to reprieve the older man and save him from his workaholic ways. They had just finished laughing about an incident involving Mingi, his girl and some squirting, when Yunho looked to change the subject. “I found these pants earlier on tiktok.”

Hongjoong’s eyes lit up at the subject of fashion, “Oh yeah?”

"Let me just bring it up on your computer," Yunho says casually, reaching for the mouse and waking up Hongjoong’s computer.

"Wait!" 

But it was too late. Yunho's eyes widen as the screen woke up to porn. There was a moaning woman on the screen, saying daddy fuck me harder, legs over a man's shoulders, getting drilled into. Hongjoong knocks Yunho’s hand off of the mouse and pauses before the noises can carry on.

"Wait a minute," Yunho leans into the screen with a frown.

Hongjoong raises his hands to cover the screen, "Come on, haven't you seen enough?"

Yunho easily grabs both of Hongjoong’s wrists with one hand and lowers them. "That's Nari."

Hongjoong scoots in his chair, almost gluing his face to the screen, mouth agape. "How can you tell?"

"That scar on her leg and the mole on her chest," Yunho says, eyes still scanning the screen, "I'm sure of it."

Hongjoong pulls his hands out of Yunho’s grasp and presses the spacebar and the video starts to play again. Yunho's ears heat up at recognizing her voice and Hongjoong giggles nervously. "Seriously?"

Yunho pauses the video next. "How many of these have you watched?"

Hongjoong blinks languidly, thinking. "Like, two or three."

Yunho cocks his head. "Who’s that with her?"

Hongjoong shrugs, "Could be anyone."

Yunho sends a knowing look to Hongjoong. "Not anyone. You think she just picked someone up? Bet you that's one of us."

Hongjoong shakes his head, "No fucking way!" He presses play and then stops when the camera focuses on the man's lips on Nari's nipple. He plays with the piercing there, gently teasing it with his teeth and she moans at the sensation.

Yunho shouts, "Wait!" The both of them lean in again, "That's mother fucking Jung Wooyoung!" His finger points at the noticeable mole on the man’s lips.

“Wooyoung? Wooyoung?” Hongjoong shouts in disbelief, “She asked Wooyoung to fuck her on camera???”

Hongjoong sits back in his computer chair with a sour look on his face and his arms crossed. Of course Nari was close with all their friends, but Wooyoung was always a little shit to her. One minute, teasing her mercilessly and the next hugging her and telling her that she’s his everything. What made her reveal her secret to Wooyoung, of all people, and then ask him to be a part of it?

“Get Nari on the phone,” Yunho says with a determined look.

Hongjoong grabs his phone from charging and pulls up Nari in his contacts. Yunho peers over and then gives Hongjoong a look, “You have her saved as smol angy chihuahua???”

“Shhh, she doesn't know,” Hongjoong says with a frown but hits call anyways.

Nari answers, sounding a bit distracted, “Joong, I’m kinda busy at the moment--”

"I’m sitting here with Yunho and we’re looking at my computer screen right now and I'd like to understand how you're on it with Wooyoung’s dick inside of you."

A pause on her side of the phone. "I'll be right over."

Nari walks into Hongjoong’s studio maybe fifteen minutes later, slightly sweaty but casual. She had on leggings and a t-shirt. If Nari had intended to come in and look half disheveled and appealing, she had done it. Hongjoong squints and he's pretty sure he can see the piercings on her nipples showing through her shirt. What had she been doing that she hurried over with no bra on?

"So, which one you discovered it?" Nari accuses, hands on her hips.

Yunho points to Hongjoong. "He was watching it. I realized it was you by the scar on the back of your leg."

Nari curses under your breath. "Listen--"

"It's not so much that you're doing it," Hongjoong cuts you off, digging under his nails for unseen dirt.

"But with Wooyoung?" Yunho demands.

Nari sighs loudly, sounding annoyed. "Wooyoung understands it's just for the views."

Hongjoong laughs. "He is not fucking you to help you with your views."

"I asked him to help me with some of the scenarios I've created--"

Yunho corrects her, "And he agreed so he could fuck you."

"Wooyoung is not doing this to just fuck me!" Nari screeches.

Hongjoong shoots his next question over Nari’s head to Yunho. "Is she underestimating herself?"

"She's underestimating herself." Yunho grabs Nari’s chin firmly, "He's fucking you under whatever pretense you want. It's what I'd agree to if that meant you were offering to let me fuck you no strings attached."

"Why did you go to Wooyoung anyways?" Hongjoong pouts.

Nari squirms a bit under the interrogation. "He was already talking about doing some cam work. Sent me a video of him masturbating--"

"The fuck?" Hongjoong’s face looks stormy.

"It was serious, come on!" Nari whines.

Yunho put an arm across Hongjoong’s body to keep him from moving closer to Nari. "Say I believe that. What happened after that?"

Nari crosses her arms stubbornly. "I asked him if he wanted to help me. The Daddy/Baby Girl community is a really big audience."

"Is that the part two you were watching?" Yunho asks Hongjoong.

Hongjoong nods quickly, biting his lip. "Yeah, it was."

Nari burns up a bit. "I was just in the middle of filming part three before you so rudely interrupted me with your revelation."

Neither friend acknowledges that Wooyoung had been balls deep in Nari and she left him to clean up this mess. "We can help you with another audience," Yunho suggests.

Nari laughs nervously. She knew she was in a dangerous spot. Both boys could be very possessive and jealous; they're partly the reason why she never actually had a boyfriend. It wasn't their fault, more so that she never had the guts to stand up to them when they pout about not spending enough time with her. "What other audience?"

"Threesomes."

"Threesomes?" Hongjoong squeals.

Yunho looks like he's determined. "There's the size difference too." Yunho wraps an arm around Hongjoong’s chest and pulls him in close. "Don't you see it?" Yunho says, cocking an eyebrow.

"What?" Nari sputters, completely unaware of any hint of what Yunho was talking about.

Yunho pokes his tongue at his cheek cockily. "We experimented before."

"So…" Nari didn't even know how to begin, being caught between her real life and her professional life. She shook her head and put her serious face on. "I don't have my equipment."

Yunho gets a devilish look on his face and rubs his cheek against the crown of Hongjoong’s head. "That's okay, isn't it, Joongie?" He croons to the shorter man.

Hongjoong adjusts his glasses. "I've got a decent camera. Lighting. What do you take me for, an amateur? The audio will capture well, you are in a studio." Hongjoong is pouty but also proud of his set up.

Nari gathers her hair in a ponytail. "Okay then," she says with determination, "The agreed upon scenario is that Yunho will be degrading Hongjoong about his size difference while the both of you are fucking me. Any hard passes?"

"I, uh, I would say no anal but I was prepping earlier…" Hongjoong’s cheeks are red now.

Nari’s eyes widen for only a moment before she shakes her head. "Like anal plug prep? To my video? Hongjoong."

"I didn't know it was you! I just knew the girl was calling the man Daddy and it made me want to get fucked. Except Yunho already made time to hang out with me, so I just put a plug in so that the good work wouldn't be lost."

“What about you, Nari?” Yunho presses.

Nari pushes her lips inward. “Well, you already saw I’m fine with degradation. I’m a switch but I respond better to commands than giving them. I have nothing against male on male, in fact,” She pauses to lick her lips, “It does turn me on.”

Yunho gives Hongjoong a little push. “Get your stuff. Set it up. We’re doing this.”

After about half an hour of setting up, making sure everything had been discussed, camera angles and the scene, the three were ready to go but now it was less sexually charged and more nervous energy in the room.

“Usually I just make out with Wooyoung but where there’s the two of you… I don’t want to make anyone jealous…” Nari looks at Yunho and Hongjoong. She did not want to reach for one, only for the other to read into it.

Yunho looks thoughtful. “Why don’t you sit on my lap? We can make out and then Hongjoong can get you started downstairs.”

“Joong?” Nari looks at the two-toned man for confirmation.

Hongjoong smirks, tongue running over his teeth. “I’d love to eat you out.”

Nari coughs. “Great. Fabulous. Let’s--!” 

Yunho yanks Nari to his lap, already sitting on Hongjoong’s studio couch. He gently but firmly pulls down her leggings to find that Nari didn’t have any underwear on either. “You really were in a rush to get over here.”

Nari spreads her legs with her cheeks heating up. “Joong sounded serious. I didn’t know what kind of mess I had to clean up here.”

Yunho guides her face to turn back to his so that he can kiss Nari. Hongjoong settles on his knees between both Nari’s and Yunho’s. “I was serious. Can’t believe you let Wooyoung fuck you and call him Daddy.”

Yunho lifts Nari’s shirt and starts to play with her nipples. Nari moans into Yunho’s mouth and their kiss deepens, tongues coming out to play. Hongjoong purses his lips and dives into Nari’s cunt. She arches her back, shoving her pussy further into Hongjoong’s face and urges Yunho to tug at her piercings harder. “Calling Woo Daddy is hot!” Nari manages to protest between being stimulated in many ways.

Hongjoong kitten licks Nari’s clit, teasing the sensitive part of her body with only his tip. “Daddy is overrated,” Yunho dismisses. He cups both of Nari’s breasts, rubbing his thumb across her hardened nipples. 

“More,” Nari moans.

Hongjoong’s tongue moves down to Nuri's entrance and groans at the cum gushing out there. He eagerly scoops it up with his tongue and starts to tease her entrance with his wet muscle. “Fuck Joong, you’re so good with your tongue,” Nari says, grinding her ass into Yunho.

All Yunho wants to do is fuck Nari in the ass while Hongjoong eats her out but he knows that isn’t in the cards tonight. Maybe another time… His hands slip from her breasts to her hips and he grinds up into her ass cheeks. “I have a better idea.” Everyone pauses, waiting for Yunho to take the initiative.

“I’m gonna prop Nari up on your desk. Joong, you continue to eat her out and I’ll fuck you with my fingers. See who can make the other come first.”

“Oh god,” Nari blushes at the mental imagery.

“Sh-shit,” Hongjoong stutters.

So Yunho helps Nari on the computer desk and backs away, but not before giving a thorough kiss. “I’ll be watching.” Then he moves to Hongjoong, trapping the smaller man’s sharp chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Bend over for me, Joong.”

Hongjoong steps out of his shorts pretty damn quickly, bending over and looking over his shoulder. Yunho smiles at the view. “A black jewel butt plug? How very you.”

Nari watches Yunho smooth a hand over Hongjoong’s ass before pulling out the butt plug from Hongjoong’s hole very slowly. The moan Hongjoong lets out is nothing short of sinful. Then Hongjoong gets a determined look on his face. “I’m gonna eat you out so well, you’re going to forget all about calling Wooyoung Daddy.”

Nari moans audibly as Hongjoong begins to lick her cunt again. Yunho, having squirted ample lube on his fingers and on Hongjoong’s puckered hole, plays with his fingers inside of Hongjoong, causing Hongjoong to moan into Nuri's pussy, making her choke on her own saliva. The vibrations against her clit are to die for. And so the game begins. Yunho teases Hongjoong’s hole with his fingers, giving Nari more pleasure through Hongjoong. But soon Hongjoong is quickly losing this game. His cheek rests against Nari’s thigh as he pants and focuses on the pleasure Yunho is giving him.

Yunho stops and tsks at Hongjoong. “Look at what a slut you are for me, Joong, this is kinda sad. You aren’t even making Nari feel good anymore. Do I have to do all the work myself?” Hongjoong has a his fucked out expression and Yunho is certain Hongjoong cannot manage both. “Why are you so incapable of anything the minute someone is fucking you?”

Hongjoong whimpers and moves his ass to get back his stimulation. Yunho backs away from Hongjoong completely. “Greedy little sluts get nothing.”

Yunho pushes Hongjoong to the side. “Poor baby,” Yunho coos, running a finger along Nari’s wet pussy, “All worked up and no one is satisfying you.”

“Wanna come,” Nari pouts, looking to be taken care of.

“Don’t blame Hongjoong, he only thinks about himself,” Yunho continues to degrade Hongjoong as if he’s not in the room and it only turns Hongjoong on even more. 

Hongjoong is a whimpering mess, his cock throbbing against his stomach. The stimulation he had from Yunho had gotten good to the point where Hongjoong didn’t think he could survive without completion. He tugged on Yunho’s sleeve, “Yunho, please. I was so close.”

Yunho crosses his arms, “And what about Nari?”

The two men look at the only female in the room. Her shirt is still pushed up past her boobs, her chest exposed and looking tempting with the dainty hoops through her nipples. Her legs were beyond spread and cunt shining with Hongjoong’s spit and her own cum. She presses her lips inward, a nervous habit that was charming to the both of them. “Please don’t stare,” she whispers, pulling her legs together. Yunho halts the motion with a hand on her thigh.

“Can you be a good girl and let me take care of Hongjoong first? I thought we could do this together but clearly some of us are needier and greedier than others.” Yunho’s eyes stay on Nari's, genuinely looking for her honest response.

"I can be a good girl," Nari reassures Yunho, looking for approval.

Yunho rewards her with a happy smile. "Good. I promise, it'll be better than Hongjoong’s tongue." He offers her his hand and she takes it without question. He tugs her from the computer desk and pushes her to the floor in front of Hongjoong. "Then you can sit there, looking like our wet dream while I jerk Hongjoong off."

"Wh-what?" Hongjoong stammers.

"Nari deserves a reward for letting you cum first, don't you think?" Yunho walks around Hongjoong until he's behind the shorter man. "Think you can come on her face, give her your cum for her to taste? She's going to be an example of a good girl while you'll be an example of a bad one."

Hongjoong held himself completely still in case he made the wrong choice. "Can I?"

"I don't know, Hongjoong…" Yunho loosely brings his arms around Hongjoong’s body. "...can you?"

Hongjoong looks down at Nari. He cups her cheek to get her to look at him. "You haven't let Wooyoung cum on your face." 

"He always makes me swallow,” Nari says in a raspy and low voice. 

Yunho growls behind Hongjoong, “Idiot.”

“I--” Nari’s neck and cheeks warm up in embarrassment, “I’m a good cum slut. I'll take it anyway I can get it.”

“Oh fuck,” Hongjoong curses under his breath and his cock twitches at her sentence.

“Then it’s settled,” Yunho says in a satisfied tone.

Hongjoong pulls his baggy shirt out of the way, revealing his toned stomach as Yunho grips Hongjoong's cock. "Tongue out," Yunho commands Nari.

Both men watch as Nari obediently sticks out her tongue and Yunho taps Hongjoong's cock on it. Hongjoong whines, thrusting his hips forward but Yunho pulls Hongjoong's dick up quickly. "Oh no, you naughty boy, you don't get the relief of her mouth. You're only getting my big hand. Spit, Nari."

Nari spits into Yunho's hand and Yunho begins working his hand up and down Hongjoong's length. Hongjoong tips his head back in ecstasy, mouth agape in the pleasure of Yunho’s large hands. It's not long before Hongjoong’s whines are reaching a crescendo but Yunho isn't going to let Hongjoong come that easily. 

Yunho puts both his hands on Hongjoong’s hips. Hongjoong’s dick bounces against his stomach, looking angry and red at being denied an orgasm twice now. "Yunho," Hongjoong says in a deep voice, desperate, "Please, I want to come on Nari's face. Your hands feel so good on me."

"Yunho," Nari adds in her pleas.

Yunho looks down his nose at Nari. She wiggles a bit, eager to taste Hongjoong and he relents. "Fine but only because Nari asked."

"Poor Joongie," Yunho says softly, jerking Hongjoong off by bringing only his thumb and middle finger together, "Such a tiny dick and no hope of getting Nari off with it. This is all you're good for, to just cum on her tongue. That's about all the pleasure you can provide her. Good thing she's a good little cum slut, huh?"

Hongjoong and Nari shiver as Yunho talks down to them both. Hongjoong whines and cants his hips into Yunho’s fingers. "I can do it. I can make her feel good again."

"No," Yunho’s lips brush the shell of Hongjoong’s ear as he leans down, "You're only good enough to look at. Pretty little slut for me, aren't you Hongjoong? Can you cum and make a pretty face for Nari? Cum on Nari's tongue, paint her face with your cum and show her how pretty you look when you cum, huh?"

Hongjoong can't take it anymore and spurts all over Nari. He cries out, nose scrunched up and panting as Yunho takes him through it, and overstimulates Hongjoong’s now soft cock. "Come on, don't you have more to give to her. This is pathetic, Hongjoong." Hongjoong whines through it all.

Nari's face is covered with Hongjoong’s cum. Yunho swirls the sticky substance along her lips with his free hand and pushes it all into Nari's waiting mouth. "That's hardly even a swallow for her. Poor Nari, left completely unsatisfied by you again, Hongjoong."

Yunho removes his support from Hongjoong and the shorter man collapses to his knees. His cock is still hanging useless out but he doesn't touch it or put it away in case Yunho commands him not to. He is face to face with Nari who was also still on her knees.

"Finally, it's your turn," Yunho sighs patiently. He cleans Nari's face delicately and then pats her cheek when she looks up at him. "You did a perfect job, Nari. What a good girl."

"I.. was good… too!" Hongjoong insists.

Yunho turns quickly and grips Hongjoong's jaw roughly. "You're a pathetic little man who can't even satisfy either of his partners. I’m going to fuck Nari now to show her what at least one of us can do for her.”

“Yunnie,” Nari whines. Her cunt is throbbing in need from the scene that unfolded above her. “Fuck me.”

Yunho groans before he gets to his knees and pushes Nari to her back. Without any further ado, Yunho sinks into Nari and his eyes roll into the back of his head. “This pussy was worth it. This could have been you, Hongjoong.” Yunho rolls his hips and Nari gasps. “You could have been fucking this pussy while I was fucking you but now you get nothing.” Nari whines as she feels Yunho move inside of her. “Fuck, no wonder you’ve been hiring out your pussy, she is so damn good.” 

Nari smiles at the compliment, “My pussy good to you, Yunnie?”

“So fucking good,” Yunho replies, watching how his cock disappears inside her cunt. “Fuck.”

Hongjoong hovers nearby, eyes big and looking like he was heartbroken that he was missing out. “Let me taste. Let me taste you two together. Please.”

Yunho rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I let you cum and you still want to eat up cum?”

Hongjoong pouts and even his eyes get somewhat pouty. “Please?”

“You are one spoiled little bitch,” Yunho purses his lips but nods that Hongjoong can go ahead.

Hongjoong lowers his face, Yunho pulling out so that Hongjoong can run his tongue tentatively along Yunho’s length. “Oh my god Hongjoong,” Nari says, watching as the black and white haired man closes his eyes and begins to capture as much of Nari and Yunho’s cum as he possibly can. Yunho’s hips give him away, jerking slightly at the feeling of both being inside of Nari and Hongjoong’s tongue.

“Enough,” Yunho growls, digging his hand into Hongjoong’s hair and roughly pulling him upwards. “Will you let me fuck Nari already?” Hongjoong doesn’t say anything, simply enjoying the burn of his scalp from Yunho’s rough treatment. “Go make out with Nari. You like the taste of your own cum, don’t you?” The question was directed to both Hongjoong and Nari and neither of them denied it. Once Yunho was satisfied when their tongues were entangled, he began to fuck into Nari again.

Nari moans into Hongjoong’s mouth as Yunho takes it up a notch and brings up one leg to throw over his shoulder, getting a better angle. Hongjoong aids in the task, bringing his nimble fingers to tug and twist Nari’s nipples. In the end, the both of them want to bring Nari so much pleasure, she’ll never finish her part three with Wooyoung.

Yunho scrunches up his nose, enjoying the feeling of Nari. He measures his thrusts, to make sure he passes by her g-spot. When her body began to shake and she made distressed noises into Hongjoong’s mouth, Yunho knew he was doing the right thing.

Yunho’s mouth starts to run again. “Do I fuck your pussy good, Nari? Bet you Wooyoung’s thrusts are sloppy at best, the little shit. Probably only fucks you for his own pleasure. Damn Daddy kink is really just an excuse to leave you wanting more. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you won’t ever want another dick. You ready? You ready to come like you always deserved?”

Hongjoong releases Nari from their making out, a long string of saliva evidence of their messy kissing. Nari mewls a yes and that’s all it takes for Yunho to bring her to completion. She whines loudly, her back arching, as if she’s feeling the orgasm with her entire body. It’s only when her body relaxes that Hongjoong gets up to stop the recording.

Yunho pulls out and his large hand wraps around himself. After a few more jerks, he comes with a groan, all over Nari’s stomach. 

“Ah, shit,” Hongjoong rubs the back of his head in embarrassment, “I may or may not have remembered to hit the record button.”

Nari is panting for breath and she groans in frustration. “Are you fucking kidding me, Hongjoong? I thought you said you weren’t an amateur? All that and we have nothing?”

"Sorry," Hongjoong says sheepishly, standing by Yunho.

Yunho is quiet, contemplating what this means before he smiles with half of his face, “So what you’re saying is we have to do that again.”

“No,” Nari and Hongjoong say at the same time and then both get blushy.

Yunho frowns at them both, “What do you mean no?”

“That was a lot of failure,” Hongjoong says, looking unsure.

“If we do this again,” Nari chews on her lip hesitantly, “A one off is one thing, but a second time means I might need it a third and a fourth time.”

“Thought you said it was just for the views, Nari,” Yunho teases.

“Yunho!” she whines in protest, “I’m being honest here.”

“Sounds like we all found a release that we didn’t realize we needed,” Yunho shrugs at the obvious.

“Yunho, you barely…” Hongjoong swallows his spit with difficulty, “All you did was take care of us.”

Yunho sits in Hongjoong’s computer chair and leans back, arms crossed behind his head, “That’s what the next time is for. Maybe you both should be taking care of me.”

Nari shudders and Hongjoong chews on his lip, making eye contact with her. “Wanna?”

“Joong,” Nari says his name in uncertainty.

Hongjoong whispers, “I really liked you watching me with Yunho. Like really really.”

“You really fall apart for him,” Nari whispers back.

"And I liked watching him fuck you," Hongjoong whispers again.

"But…" Nari hesitates.

"I do want to fuck you, I promise but once Yunho--" Hongjoong yelps as Yunho brings a large hand down on the older man's ass, "He owns my ass."

"I own both your asses now," Yunho reassures the two of them. "Are we in agreement?"

Nari sighs, "Wooyoung is going to be so pissed at me."

Yunho and Hongjoong exchange a sly grin. Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow, "Here's hoping."

[thickcrskiin]

       “ ....i swear to god, i’m a good person, there must have been some sort of mistake. ”

          it hadn’t taken her long to figure out which part of hell she’d landed in, let alone figuring out that she’d landed in hell to begin with. it terrified her to no end while also confusing her. she’d tried to be as good of a person as possible, and she didn’t think she’d already died, had she? maybe there was still a chance to get out, she thought, while quickly backing away from everything. there was no telling if someone or something would even try to stop her.

            “ fuuuuuck this shit, i’m out--- ”     // @inmyvcins   ♡’d

[inkandpen22]

First Meeting

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N begins her 1st day as a member of the BAU and Spencer is immediately taken by her

A/N: I’m always adding new one shots for Reid so if you’d like to be tagged lmk!

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Spencer

Garcia comes up beside me on my way to the meeting room, all excited and bouncy. "Did you hear we're getting a newbie today?" 

I stop in my tracks with a huff. "Wait, what? No! No one told me!" JJ walks by on her way to the briefing and I ask her. "Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?" 

"Hotch is bringing her up now," JJ grins over her shoulder. 

"Her?" I repeat, following her into the room. 

"Yeah, he's going to introduce her during the UnSub briefing," Morgan adds as he takes his usual set. 

"Did everyone know about this before me?" I sigh, plopping down in my chair. 

"Apparently," Morgan pokes fun. 

"Morning everyone," Hotch greets as he marches into the room. 

"Morning," everyone else greets as I set my stuff down. 

"Good-" My words disappear as I lift my attention away from my files toward the door and that's when I see her. 

"This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N," Hotch introduces. "She is of the most recent Quantico graduating class and will be joining our team." 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," JJ offers Y/N her hand. 

The girl shakes her hand with a warm smile. "You too! Thank you guys for letting me sit in," she announces to the group. 

I swallow hard. She's so young, she's like me. 

"How old are you anyway?" Morgan questions, leaning back in his chair. 

"Twenty-two," she answers. I knew it. "I graduated undergrad early." 

"Aw like Spence," Prentiss gushes. 

I don't even react to Prentiss petting my hair. Usually, I would swat her hand away. All I can do is stare at Y/N. I've lost all function like a robot missing a piece. 

"Spencer?" JJ says my name with a hint of worry. It sounds like background noise, so faint. 

Morgan chuckles. "I think Reid's head just exploded." 

"Earth to Spencer," Prentiss waves her hand in front of my face. 

I snap out of my daze and swat her hand away. "Stop it," I mumble. 

A blush forms on my cheeks, I can feel it. I clear my throat nervously and try to act normal as I open up my file. Y/N takes the empty chair across the table from me. She offers me a smile. I feel this weird feeling in my stomach like I've had too much coffee and am all jittery. 

JJ redirects everyone's attention to the screen. "Okay guys, let's begin. We've been receiving a series of calls from several police stations in Atlanta. There's been a series of livestock killings ranging from pigs to more commonly lambs. Each stabbed and hearts removed. Then, symbols painting on her foreheads and stomachs." 

"Go back please," Y/N requests, surprising everyone. 

JJ's brows scrunch together. "Do you see something, Y/N?" 

"The locals think it's a cult?" She asks. 

JJ looks over her papers and nods. "Yes actually." 

"It's not," Y/N states with the utmost certainty. 

My brows scrunch together as I begin to analyze the image myself. I wasn't paying attention before. I hate to admit it, but I was distracted. She's right, this isn't the work of a cult. 

"How can you tell?" Hotch questions with narrowed eyes. 

"The pentagram is wrong," I answer. My eyes meet Y/N's and she smiles. 

"We're more likely dealing with teens or college students, outcasts, trying to scare the community," she adds. "Is that a college nearby?" 

JJ skims her research and pulls out a sheet. "Yes, two." 

"Does one of a greater population of local students?" I ask. 

"Um..." JJ reads. "Yes." 

"I think we should start there," Y/N concludes. 

Hotch nods, rising from his chair. "Okay, wheels up in an hour everyone. Prepare," he instructs before heading to the door. "Good work, Y/N." 

"Thank you, Sir," she grins, evidently proud of herself. 

"Now there's two of him," Morgan chuckles as he gathers his things. 

Y/N laughs. "What?" 

"He's referring to me," I assure her. "The way you noticed the unfinished pentagram and narrowed down the profile, usually, I do that." 

"Oh, sorry!" She's quick to apologize. 

"No, no!" I wave my hands in a panic. "It's nice having someone else around who notices details like that. Makes me feel less annoying and a know-it-all." 

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Y/N

Hotchner, Reid, and I stand on the other side of the one-way mirror as our next interviewee gets settled in by the police. He's a student at the local university and fits the M.O. A complete outsider, impressionable, a history of emotional disorders and animal abuse, it's a perfect match. 

"Sir, do you think Spencer and I could go in?" I request. 

Hotchner raises a brow. "Do you think you're ready?" 

"Yes, and just in case that's why I ask to have Spencer with me." 

"Spencer, what do you think?" The leader questions, watching as the cops release Brian from his handcuffs and depart the room. 

Spencer glances past Hotchner over to me. He nods. "I think she's ready, Sir." 

I suppress a smile and redirect my attention to our potential UnSub. 

"Very well, go ahead," Hotchner approves. 

"Thank you, Sir," I say as I head toward the door. 

Spencer holds the door for me and we step out into the hall. 

Before we enter the interview room, I had my file over to Spencer. 

"Here, could you hold this for a second?" 

He takes the stack nervously. "What... What are you doing?" 

"I have an idea." I remove my scrunchie from my hair and toss it around a bit. Spencer watches as I slip my scrunchie onto my wrist and begin to unbotton the top to buttons of my blouse. I readjust my boobs a little and pull down my blouse. I take the waist of my skirt and pull it up a little. "How do I look?" I ask the boy when I'm done. 

"I... uh... I..." He stammers. 

"Perfect!" I smile, taking back my things. 

I enter the room first, Spencer following close behind. "Hi Brian, I'm Agent Y/L/N and this is Agent Dr. Reid," I introduce as we take our seats across the table. 

"You two look like you could go to my school," Brian laughs. "How old are you guys anyway?" 

 I smile and ignore his question and stick to the topic. "We're just going to ask you a few questions." 

Brian smirks. "Well, can I ask you something first?" 

"Of course," I assure him. 

"Can I have your number?" He asks boldly. 

"I um..." I'm at a loss for words. 

"I don't think that's very appropriate." Spencer defends with a stern tone. 

"What? Are you her boyfriend or something?" Brian mocks. 

"Uh no, but this isn't a personal conversation this is an investigation, so let's stick to only necessary questions," 

Brian complies and I continue my interview. He gets off track here and there, but Spencer steps in. I'm thankful that Spencer is quiet for the most part, only when to redirect Brian back to the purpose of our interview. I feel calmer with Spencer next to me. For some reason, his presence makes me feel safe even though we may have a serial animal abuser and cult member across the table from us. When I conclude our interview, Spencer and I rise from our chairs. I tell Brian that authorities will be in soon to take more of his information. 

"So how's about a date?" He asks again for a third time within the last thirty minutes. 

I ignore him as Spencer opens the door for me. 

"What? I'm not your type?" The kid chuckles. 

I stop and spin on my heels to face Brian. I press my palms against the table and lean closer to the boy, startling him. "Frankly no, you're not. I'm into older guys and... well..." I eye him up and down and giggle. "You're nothing but a kid." 

He swallows hard, shifting in his chair uncomfortably. I smirk and step outside into the hall. Spencer joins me and shuts the door behind us. He wears a bewildered expression. I begin to tie my hair up again and button up my shirt. 

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," he voices as we head toward the door to the watch room.  

I shrug. "Eh it's okay, he's just a kid. Plus, I'm used to it." 

When we enter, Morgan and Hotchner are still observing Brian's behavior. Morgan steps closer to Hotchner, making room for Spencer and me. I catch a glimpse of Brian through the mirror and his head is in his hands. 

"Good work," Hotchner compliments us. 

"Interesting approaching," Morgan nods. "Seems to be working." 

"Thank you," I grin, bringing my arms crossed over my chest. "I figured it was worth a shot. 

A comfortable silence remains in the room as the four of us watch Brian slowly crumble. 

Spencer leans closer to me and I extend my neck out to him. "Is it true, what you said about being into older guys?" He questions quietly between us. 

I turn my head to look at him and his face is full of curiosity. "How old are you?" I ask. 

His brows scrunch together. "Twenty-seven." 

I smile, turning my attention back to Brian as he continues to fidget. "Yes, it's true." I back up to step outside and fetch a coffee. I suspect this will be a long night. 

Spencer

Right as Y/N steps out, Morgan sighs. "Aw Reid, you're in trouble man," he laughs. 

Hotch chuckles from beside him. 

I frown. "What do you mean?" 

"Seriously?" Morgan raises a brow as he turns his body to face me. "She just told you she's into you." 

"No, she didn't, she just asked me how old I am and told me-" I pause, reviewing our interaction just seconds prior and I begin to piece it all together. My eyes grow wide. "Holy crap, she's into me!" 

"You better jump on that, Big Guy!" Morgan pats me on the shoulder. 

Hotch wears a sly grin, pretending to be focused on Brian, but it's evident he's amused by us. 

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[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

[cyborg-franky]

Hello my love 💕 for the event can I please get Sabo (the crumb boy) general prompt 1

Tysm 🥺🥺🥺

crumb crumb baby for a smol baby coming up

Sabo x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 274

Turning the page of the book you were reading you heard the door open, you glanced up to see Sabo walk in, his whole posture was one of pure exhaustion, he had bags under his normally bright eyes, he tossed his hat onto the desk, shrugging off his coat, kicking off his boots, everything was sluggish and laboured.

He still hadn’t said anything, falling onto the bed face first, letting out a whine into the sheets before he crawled up the bed to lay his head on your lap, not caring about your book, making you drop it and lose your page. He closed his eyes and just sighed, such a deep and strained sound.

“When was the last time you slept?” You asked, tossing your book to the side so you could lavish the blond with attention. Your fingers running through wavy locks as he let out another grumble, offering you no words still.

“Is it bad I don’t remember?” Sabo mumbled, closing his eyes and resting on you, his arms still at his sides, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh as he basked in the gentle feeling of your fingers against his scalp.

“Sabo..” You tutted but watched as his breathing became shallow, you recognised his transition into sleep. Rolling your eyes, you simply picked up your book again, reading it one handed, your hand never leaving Sabo’s hair.

You just let him be, let him rest, sleep, he needed it and you knew when Sabo silently needed your help. His soft snores filled the room, a comforting background noise as you carried on reading and stroking his cheek with your fingers.

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[critical-goat]

Smol Solomon/MC/Lucifer polycule fluff because I’ve been craving soft moments and poly content

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You’re unsure how you convinced Lucifer to join you and Solomon for lunch, but it probably helped that everyone agreed to some fast food over cooking at home. (Bless Solomon and his love for cooking, but no one really wanted to eat what he made)

Lucifer makes a face at you as you dip a fry into your chocolate milkshake, a combination of disbelief and slight distaste. “That can’t taste good together.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” You shrug and hold it out toward him. “Taste?”

He makes another face and gently waves away your strange offering. “I’ll pass.”

“I’ll eat it if he won’t. I’m willing to try anything at least once.”

You turn to your other companion with a huff of mock indignation, at which the demon rolls his eyes at. It would take more than your pouting to convince him to eat something so strange.

You lean towards Solomon and carefully feed him the fry..... ‘accidentally’ smearing some of the chocolate onto his face. He blinks at you, trying to process how you managed this when his mouth was right there, but he catches onto your game quick enough. You can tell when he realizes by the quirk of his lips.

“How rude of you-,” “Oh, hush. It’s an easy fix. I’ll even clean it for you.”

You scoot closer to him, noticing the way Lucifer is trying to ignore the both of you as you lean forward, quickly licking the offending smear of chocolate from his face before coming in for a kiss, brief and chaste before leaning away and returning to your original spot.

The group is quiet for a bit, two of the three having resumed eating while the last stewed in his jealousy. Lucifer knows what the two of you are trying for, and it was working. It isn’t long before that jealousy gets the better of him.

“.... I want one too, you know.”

You rest your head on your hand as you grin at the now lightly flushed demon. “You just said you didn’t want to try it.”

“You know what I meant,” he grumbles, growing all the redder that you’re making him admit he also wants a smooch, even if he’s only said it indirectly.

You tap your cheek, pretending to think about it, allowing him to sit and wait for your answer. Solomon has to stifle a chuckle and has enough self preservation to pretend to look away.

“I’ll give you a kiss if you try a chocolate fry.”

As soon as the words are spoken, Lucifer hastily dips a fry into the shake before stuffing it into his mouth with a speed that would have left even Beel dizzy. Solomon has to bite the back of his hand to prevent himself from laughing at the sight and you yourself barely manage to choke back a bark of laughter as the Avatar of Pride leans forward, an expectant look on his face.

Once you compose yourself, you take a moment to press your forehead to his, eyes closing before the gap between the two of you closes. He sighs contentedly into the kiss and makes a noise of complaint when you pull away all too quick for his liking.

“Another?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“If you’re giving out more kisses, I’ll gladly take some more as well.”

You sigh to yourself. Of course they would.

[zeinnit]

previous part this is still in philza's pov, sorry for long wait.

the fall

pairings: technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: possible amnesia???

phil ended up waiting long into the morning for the human to wake up. in that time, he had learned two things. 1. the human had no food or water with them. he didnt know how long they had went without it, but he knew hed have to find techno and get some food for them. 2. their injuries were nothing fatal. the worse one was the wound on their arm. other than that, just some small scratches and some bruising here and there.

in that time, phil had found comfort in running his fingers through the soft, albeit oily, hair of the human. he tried to think of anyway he could converse with them. hes met a few humans that didnt try to kill him before, he couldnt understand one of them. their was an obvious language barrier between them. techno understood some of the human language, but he didnt speak. his head was starting to hurt from thinking so much.

when they had finally awoken, they immediately jerked away from phil. he understood why, yet part of him still felt hurt by it. he remembers raising...... what was he doing again?

phil tried his hardest to talk them down, he really did, but they didnt seem to understand his words. so he tried rubbed their shoulder and held them until they were just softy hiccuping.

phil attempted to make eye contact with them when they pulled away, but they seemed to be looking out the windows, searching for something. maybe they were looking for techno?

they made strange noises, but phil just shrugged. he didn't understand them either, which means vocal communication was not possible. they both probably looked extremely upset.

phil heard growling and immediately knew where it was coming from. they must of been without food for a day or two. hed have to go get techno now and look for some food.

he was about to exit through the middle seat before they stopped him. phil watched with curiosity, but also excitement at their non-verbal communication. he watched as they had managed to open the back and he exited the vehicle, motioning for them to stay.

off he was to find techno.

phil didn't remember much from before. no one did. sometimes some things would remind him of things he shoulve known about, yet he didnt. last week, he saw a human singing to her child before scattering at the sight of him. it made him think of doing something similar at one point, but he remembered no more of that. he saw two brothers fighting some zombies and spiders together before they ran when phil got rid of the mobs. everything felt so familiar, but at the same time, so different.

techno helped that feeling. phil recognized him as his best friend, his roommate. he felt content with knowing something about his past. but it wasnt enough to get rid of the hole he felt whenever he saw a child or a pair of brothers. something big was missing, and he hoped the human could help him find that piece.

techno picked up some gauze wrap and put in the bag he had picked up at the front of the store. he didnt feel comfortable leaving phil alone due to the language barrier between him and most other creature, yet he was willing if it meant they could find what they were looking for.

technoblade didnt know what they were looking for, but phil made it out to be big. techno wasnt sure if phil knew what they were looking for himself. techno had some idea of who they needed to find. the face of pain, yet also innocence was some what foggy in his mind. he knew that they had to be here somewhere, but where...

phil had made his way inside the rather small store he had knew techno was in. the large piglin seemed to be looking at rubbing alcohol, most likely deciding which would be best to use for a few months. phil made his presence know with a simple greeting. techno just huffed in response. not much else he could do, of course. the piglin lost the ability to speak during the change.

phil and techno "discussed" many things while they grabbed food and medicine from the store. they "talked" of what they knew about their past, discussed the shared love for potatoes, and wondered how they would communicate with the trunk human.

they were almost to the vehicle when they saw an older man reaching under a car and they heard a young girls cries. both noticed the trunk open and the human missing, so they used common sense and figured they may have been under the car.

techno dropped his bag of supplies before heading behind the man and lifting his ask pickaxe high (yea, he still has that-) and slamming it down as hard as hard as he could. the girl's crying stopped and nothing besides the sound of nature was heard. techno used his pickaxe to drag the man out from under the car and phil lifted up the bag before making his way towards him.

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