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superbpiratesandwich · 6 hours ago

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It's the Little Things

tags: fluff, angst if you squint, mention of blood and a gun, John acting like the cute little housewife he is, illusion to smut, mention of reader having a period, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, gluten and corn allergy mention (IBS gang), cussing, one-shot, let me know if i missed any tags/warnings.

writers note: this is so fweaking long i was debating turning it into a two-parter but then i realized you little cuties probably read smut scenes longer than this so hang tight through the tooth rotting fluff while we all join hands and think about John Walker wearing a ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron and cooking.

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John Walker doesn't love loud. He doesn't declare his feelings to the entire team, hell, he waited months to tell you how he felt. And even then, he didn't say anything, just let the silence, the way he’d pause on certain words, he let the unspoken speak for him. The main reason (at least this is what he tries to tell himself) is because when Olivia left, he decided he’d never tell anyone how he truly felt, wouldn't let anyone in the walls he so carefully built. But the truth is... the man doesn't know how to get his thoughts out of his head. He’ll blankly stare at you, silently willing you to understand what his poor blonde-haired head is trying to get out.

He’s tried to think about when he started to fall for you, tried to pinpoint when exactly he fell for you, but for the life of him he can't see it, can't picture the moment he looked at you and said “Yep that's the one I want,” he simply remembers staring at you across the kitchen island, the dim lights of the communal area making your soft features seem almost ethereal, he recalls thinking “Holy shit, so that's why my heart aches.”

You didn't notice it at first, how he felt about you, you just thought he’d grown a little soft after working with you for almost a year.

It started with his cooking, John found himself idly cooking for the team, not meaning to make it a habit, but the words “Make dinner for team,” found themselves on his to do list. No one dared to mention the act of casual kindness. Even when Mel visited to see the Tower. “Wow Walker you're making dinner?” She remarked with a surprised tone. You all just glared at her, even with Johns back to the group, you could see his back tense as he registered her comment.

He didn't cook for three nights, before he realized that, “Nobody in this fucking tower eats unless someone shovels it onto a plate like a fucking mama bird,” he grumbled as he dropped a pan of lasagna onto the table.

You had mentioned having an allergy to gluten to Yelena on an op, complaining about how hard it is to find good snacks to bring on stake outs. When you came down to the communal kitchen to search for something to eat, that was the moment you noticed gluten free crackers in the pantry, yes, they tasted like chalk, but that was beside the point, who the hell got you gluten free crackers? You wanted to complain about the taste, but the gesture alone made you eat the entire box in one sitting. More gluten free options started popping up around the kitchen, it was only on taco night that you discovered the ‘gluten-free chalk-flavored crackers culprit’.

John moved around the kitchen with surprising, but not totally graceful, movements. Like a soldier adjusting to a new environment, brandishing a slotted spoon in the stead of an M4. When you entered the kitchen behind Ava, he had glanced over his shoulder at you, giving a soft “Hey,” before nodding to the plate of gluten-free tortillas. You cocked your head at him, before giving a sad smile, “Are those corn?” after he nodded, you laughed quietly “I appreciate it, but I can't have corn either,” To which he rolled his eyes, groaning “Fucks sake, what can you eat?” You laughed but mentally filed away the information that he was in fact the gluten-free snacks appearing bandit.

Another thing was how he took notice of your off days. The days that you were sloppy on the field, not checking your blind spots, making too much noise on a stealth op, letting bullets graze you when you could've easily dodged them. The ride on the Quinjet was silent, you let your head fall back against the steel interior, trying to catch your breath despite not having had been in a fight for almost a full 15 minutes, you should've been calm by that point. You both knew it. You and John, who had been staring at you from the corner of the jet, didn't turn his head, just let his eyes bore into you from the corner of the blue irises. You beelined off the jet, didn't crack jokes with Yelena or Ava like usual, heading straight for your room.

You wouldn't have been able to pinpoint the reason as to why you felt so off, you just did. But then again, you were also a mentally unstable ‘superhero’ paired with a bunch of mentally ill criminals—correction, mentally ill ‘ex-criminals-turned-avenger' or whatever bullshit Val cooked up. You were halfway to the elevator when you heard his footsteps behind you, heavy boots thudding against the sleek grey linoleum as you made it to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting. The motherfucker waited until you were trapped in the elevator with him to grunt out, “You good?”

It was so quiet you probably could've imagined it, “What?” you turned your head. He was already looking over at you, his blue eyes stared back at you, “Are you good?” he repeated his question, cocking an eyebrow. You nod slowly, “Wh-” you're tempted to ask why he was asking, but you opted to just nod, “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” you turned back to face the elevator doors.

The air changed when you said that you could practically hear his eyeroll, his resignation to be a pain in the ass, “You didn't seem fine back there. You don't seem fine now.” He counters. Your shoulders dropped, you shook your head, “Walker. I am fine. Okay? I swear if you ask me if I'm PMSing I'm gonna lose my shit,” You scoffed. A beat passes, the doors chimed open as he shrugged, walking onto his floor, “Are you?” He asked, the doors close before you could respond, but he smirked as he saw the formation of the middle finger on your hand. Later that night you found a small grocery bag of...sigh pads and tampons. The worst part? He was right, you were PMSing like a mofo, cramps hit hard the next morning.

You started to suspect something else was afoot with him when you realized he’d only really talk to you. Yes, he’d bullshit with Yelena and Bucky, bicker with Ava, roll his eyes at everything Alexi said, and would just shake his head if Bob said anything dumb, but he’d try his best to not come across as an asshole to you. Yelena pointed it out on an op one day.

The two of you sat in a black truck, tinted windows, with her mouth full, hand reaching into the bag of chips sat between you, perched on the console,

“Why-- only--” you laughed softly at her attempt to speak. “Huh?” you asked.

She nodded, swallowing the bite before repeating herself, “Why does it seem like Walker only talks to you?”

You stared over at her for a long while, took a bite of the sub in your hands before shrugging, “He doesn't only talk to me,” she shook her head, “Mm, he talks to you more than the rest of us, he doesn't even... how do you say that? He doesn't act like an asshole with you like he does with the rest of the team.”

You laugh, replying as you stared out the windshield “He’s still a major asshole,” You assured her. “Just saying-” you would never know what she was going to say, because the building you both were assigned to stake out had just had the entire fourth floor bombed.

After your conversation with Yelena, you started to see even more things that made you realize something may be there, in the unspoken words between you and the blonde super soldier. How only you seemed to be able to convince him not to rush a plan, the way the two of you always found your way into a conversation, no matter where you were. In the middle of a gunfight? You two discussed the newest episode of some shitty tv you watched when neither of you could sleep.

But the day you didn't show up to the Quinjet when bucky announced departure over comms? Walker was panicked, he tried his hardest to not let it show as he stood at the walkway that slid out the interior of the steel jet, now fired up and ready to take off. It was a difficult mission, one that required the entire team. Artillery bots, automatic fire and aim, latching on to anything with a heat signature and releasing hundreds of rounds into it, a pain in the ass to take down. He called your name over comms, asking Yelena, Ava then Alexi if any of them had seen you out on the field, when they all tried assuring him that you'd be walking down the city street any time now, he took off.

He didn't know why he just knew that he needed to find you, he felt this innate want, no a need to know that you were alive. He yelled your name, jogging then sprinting down streets, his boots hitting the pavement with heavy thuds. His voice was raw as he came to the edge of the city, the street leading into a large highway, where life continued to happen, cars honked at each other as they travelled. He tried to keep his heartrate steady, trying to make his superhuman ears tune in, trying to find you. Then he heard it, a hiccupping cough, a ragged breath before a small groan floated in the air. He whipped his head so hard he was surprised he didn't hear a crack.

He bolted down the street, the sound of your coughing leading him to a small alley. He didn't freeze at the end of it like they show in the movies. The main character stuck in a state of shock as they’re eyes find the one they care about covered in blood. No, his feet were moving before he fully registered it was you, like his body knew you before his mind did. He sprinted to your heaving body, his eyes scanning you, trying to pinpoint where all the blood was coming from. The second his hands hit your side you jolted; tears pricked at your eyes at the pain. You looked at him in silence, coughing up more blood.

“Shit,” is all he managed to get out, his large palm pressed against the wound, “You’re gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay.” He said it twice, like the second time was for him more than it was for you. He pressed his comms on “Barnes! Yelena! I need help! They’re hurt!” His voice was laced with panic; he couldn't hide it anymore and that terrified him even more. You passed out moments before Yelena rounded the corner, helping Walker get you into his arms without jostling your wound too much.

Walker must’ve been a helicopter parent, because the way he treated you when you were out of the med bay, after a two-week mandatory bed rest, was akin to the way one would hover over their kid playing with fire. Every time you turned the corner, he just happened to be in the same room as you, never acknowledging that he was following you, but when you got up, he counted to ten (usually he counted to thirty) before getting up and following you out of the room.

He’d make your favorite foods every night for a week, don't even bother asking how he knows what they are. You had hobbled down to the common floor without him, for once, just to smell something that shot you back to your childhood, your mom hovering over a pot, the fragrance filling your nostrils gave you an instant shot of dopamine. He’d give you your plate first, ignoring Alexi scowling at him as he was warned to leave leftovers which magically ended up in your fridge.

It came to a breaking point when you were almost completely healed, your side no longer aching, just a dull throb, like a bruise that made itself known whenever you twisted.

It was early, or late, depending on the person, and you found yourself in the kitchen, digging through the pantry, which was empty. You were a little disappointed, you couldn't blame John for not restocking it, it's been a rough few weeks, Val sending the team on ops around the world like you all are her personal superheroes... well, you are technically. Still, the soreness in your body felt bone deep.

“What’re you lookin’ for?” John’s voice cut through the haze of the morning, your thoughts interrupted by him. His voice surprised you, rough from sleep, a hint of a Georgian accent creeping into it. You look over at him, your eyes grazing over his form like you had all the time in the world. His voice matched his appearance, rough, sleep-worn, blonde hair mussed from tossing and turning no doubt. A soft navy shirt on his broad chest, somehow the man wearing it made the material look softer.

“Nothing... just hungry,” you shrug, turning back to the empty cabinet. You hear keys jingle, “Going on a run, text me what you want,” He grumbles, picking up his keys off the counter, acting like him running out to the grocery store at 5:43am is normal. You step towards him, “Hey. No. You don't have to, I'm fine, I should probably wait a few hours to eat actually,” you offer, feeling guilty for making him feel like he has to run out.

The blonde stares at you for a few minutes, the look on his face speaking for him. It screams ‘are you dumb?’ like even the notion of him not going and getting you something to eat was possibly the dumbest thing he had heard in the last year. You shake your head, “You don't have to run out this early, Walker, I’m fine seriously, I'll survive a few hours without food.” you laugh, trying to make him realize he doesn't need to go. “You’re hungry.” It's not a question, a statement rather. “I mean... yeah but I'll be fine,” you counter, “Don't be stupid. I'm going out, text me what you want,” he turns and heads for the elevator. You jog towards him, “Hey, hey, wait, just... I'll go with you.” you offer, he turns his head as he presses the button to call the elevator. “Fine.”

The walk around the grocery store is quiet, given that it's not even 7am. He walks ahead of you, you don't see how he checks in random reflections to make sure you're still following him, or the way his ears strain to hear your steps quietly padding behind his. It all feels oddly domestic, the two of you shopping together like this is natural. You stare at his back for a while, taking note of the way the muscles move under his soft shirt, rippling like waves as he reaches for something or turns the cart. God forbid he reaches for something on the top shelf, your eyes dart to the dark blonde hair trailing down his abdomen, disappearing under his sweatpants. You catch a glimpse of his V-line, taunting you like some sort of forbidden fruit you can never have. You force your eyes onto the carton of milk in the cart so he doesn't catch you staring.

“You don't like these.” Again, a statement as he holds up the box of gluten-free crackers that had appeared oh so long ago. You furrowed your eyebrows, knowing you ate the entire box out of sheer guilt, “What?”

“You didn't like this brand.” He shrugs, grabbing a different brand. You pause for a moment, following him as he continues pushing the cart down the aisle before you grab the box out of the buggy. The wheels of the cart stop squeaking, he turns around to see you put the box back, grabbing a different brand. You show him the label, “This brand is good,” you mumble softly, now standing next to him. He stares down at you for a moment, noting the label as he continues walking down the aisle, putting your favorite chips, sweets, drinks, and other essentials for the common kitchen pantry in the cart.

Later that night, as you both sit on the couch, re-watching his ‘favorite’ western Rio Bravo (he has about 5 westerns that are all his favorite), you glance over at him. You can't help the way your eyes skate over his profile, the way his hair falls, freshly dried from a shower, free of gel or hairspray, the blonde strands looking more and more soft, almost inviting you to run your hand through them. The crooked line of his nose, like he broke it when he was younger and the cartilage never quite healed right. The way his jaw juts out ever so slightly, forming a discreet underbite, mostly covered by his beard. His features are oddly delicate, like something you'd see in a statue carved out of marble. The lights of the tv flicker on his face, making his blue eyes seem more vibrant, especially when you realize they're staring back at you.

You’re not sitting close enough that it's obvious you're staring at him, but your close enough that he raises an eyebrow, “What?” That infamous gruff voice makes you smile softly, “Why did you- why are you-” you find it hard to put into words what he's been doing for you, the cooking, the snacks, the care, the concern, the overall protectiveness. He continues to keep his eyebrow arched, keeping silent. Then you notice it, not only the slight upward turn of his lip, but the tinge of fear in his eyes. You just stare at him, blinking and looking at his chest before your eyes drift back to the movie. He doesn't question it when you move closer, simply hangs his arm around the back of the couch. If anyone walked in, it wouldn't look like you two were cuddling, just two teammates watching a movie, comfortable next to each other on the couch.

After the movie ends, neither of your move, you just sit there. Your head slides until it rests on his chest, your body turning. You tilt your head up to look at him, his blue eyes already looking down at you. His left hand comes up to cup your cheek, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders. “Don't ask.” He mumbles, his nose bumping against yours. You don't say a word; you just tilt your head until your lips meet his.

Its soft, tentative, like he's still afraid you're going to pull away and get up. He pulls away, staring down at you, his lips a hairs breadth away from yours, his eyes searching yours before he moves back in. His beard scratches softly at your cheeks, your hand coming up to splay on his chest, the soft material of his shirt warm beneath your palm. The kiss slowly evolves, your mouths melding together, your head cocks to the side as you push it closer to his. You let out a soft hum as you feel his tongue prod at your lips, you gladly open your mouth, relishing in the taste of spearmint and something salty on his tongue. Your tongue slides over his, your saliva mingling with his.

You both move in unison as you hear the chime of the elevator, moving apart a few feet. Alexi’s loud footsteps thud down the hallway, stopping at the entry way to the living room. He stares at the two of you, he may be a stupid motherfucker, but he could see the mussed-up state of your hair, both yours and Johns lips shiny with spit, the way you both were fighting to get your heartrate under control.

“Ah ha! I knew it! The undertones were sexual! Yelena! You owe me twenty dollars!” He yells out as he turns and heads back to the elevator. You groan and hide your face in the blonde's chest, hearing him laugh softly, his fingers pushing your hair behind your ear before leaning into it and whispering, “Wanna make sure Yelena knows she owes him twenty bucks?”

#wanna chew on him like a squeaky toy actually #John walker x reader #John walker x reader smut #fluff #angst #marvel #thunderbolts #John walker #i need this man #if someone complains about the length of this I WILL cry #tfatws #wyatt russel #yelena belova #bob reynolds #bucky barnes #thunderbolt

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reijisteacup · 3 days ago

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Poll Time

Reaction to a Dandere S/o

Sakamaki’s

Shu Sakamaki: He finds you… peaceful. A dandere S/O doesn’t pressure him with small talk or noise, and Shu deeply appreciates that. He’ll sprawl across the couch with his head in your lap, and even if you don’t say a word, he feels close to you. “Tch… don’t move. I like the quiet.” If you do try to speak but stammer or blush, he just chuckles. “What, are you nervous? Hah… You’re kind of cute when you’re like that.” He won’t force conversation—instead, he’ll hum lullabies or play soft music beside you until you feel safe enough to open up on your own.

Reiji Sakamaki: At first, he misunderstands your silence as lack of discipline or interest. “Do you not care to address me properly?” But when he realizes you're just shy, something shifts. He softens. He becomes patient in his own way, giving you structure—asking questions gently, pouring you tea, encouraging you to speak one sentence at a time. When you finally mutter a soft “Thank you… Reiji,” he pauses, cups your chin, and says, “Good… You’re progressing. And I rather enjoy hearing your voice.”

Ayato Sakamaki: He gets frustrated. “Oiii! Chichinashi, speak up! Don’t just sit there!” Ayato isn’t used to someone being too shy to joke or bicker with him, so at first, he thinks you’re ignoring him. But when he sees you fidget and flush pink, he realizes—“Wait, are you shy?” From then on, he becomes your biggest bully-fan. He pokes your cheeks, leans in close, coos things like, “So you do like me, huh~?” You hiding your face only makes him grin wider. He lives for making you flustered… even if he secretly starts getting flustered when you whisper “I love you” one day.

Kanato Sakamaki: Your silence unnerves him. “Why won’t you talk to me? Am I boring you?!” He assumes the worst immediately. But the moment he realizes it’s shyness, he becomes possessive instead. “So… you’re scared of everyone… but you stay with me?” He finds comfort in knowing you choose him even when you’re afraid. He demands your attention but softens when you give it. Your rare words are like candy to him. “Say it again. Whisper it. Say you love me like you mean it…”

Laito Sakamaki: You’re the ultimate challenge. “Ara~ Bitch-chan is so… shy~ How cute!” He flirts endlessly, but your quiet stammering, the way you can’t hold his gaze—it enchants him. He’ll lean over your shoulder, trailing fingers along your spine just to see you shiver. But the moment you get overwhelmed or cry from the attention, he’ll pause, gently cupping your face. “Shh… I won’t break you. I just want to hear you speak when you’re ready, mmkay?” When you finally whisper a sultry line out of nowhere, Laito freezes—genuinely stunned—and falls deeper than he expected.

Subaru Sakamaki: You are literally him. The moment Subaru realizes you're shy and quiet because you’re scared or overwhelmed, he gets protective. “Tch… y-you don’t have to talk if you’re not ready, okay?” He sits beside you in silence, occasionally offering awkward comfort like a chocolate bar or warm drink. The first time you gently touch his hand and say his name, he turns bright red. “D-don’t just say my name like that…!” But inside, he’s melting. He ends up becoming your shield—growling at anyone who pressures you. “Back off. They don’t talk unless they want to.”

Mukami’s

Ruki Mukami: At first, he sees your silence as passive disobedience. “Livestock, speak when spoken to.” But when your voice trembles and your eyes avoid his, he frowns. “…I see. You’re timid, not insolent.” From that moment, Ruki becomes extremely careful with how he speaks to you. He uses soft commands, holds out books for you to read, and lets you write down what you struggle to say. He praises every little effort you make. “There’s no shame in hesitation… but you have no need to fear me.”

Kou Mukami: You confuse the hell out of him at first. He’s all about attention and charm, and you’re just… silent. “Ehh? Am I not cute enough, M Neko-chan?” He pretends to pout. But when he realizes it’s because you’re painfully shy, Kou gets softer. He starts performing little magic tricks for you, complimenting your reactions, letting you speak at your own pace. When you finally get brave and cheer for him in public—even if it’s just a soft “You did great…”—his heart explodes. “Aww~ I knew you loved me!”

Yuma Mukami: Big guy, loud voice, sharp energy—he’s a bit much for you at first. And he knows it. “Heh… scared of me, huh?” he teases with a grin, but once he sees you don’t laugh and instead look down, he pauses. “Oi… I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Yuma dials it back. He becomes your gentle giant, handing you gardening tools and gruffly saying, “C’mon. Let’s plant somethin’.” He gives you space but is proud of every word you say. When you finally say “Thank you” while handing him a flower, he blushes and mutters, “Yeah… no problem, bean.”

Azusa Mukami: This is a perfect match. Azusa is quiet, and so are you. He doesn’t pressure you at all—just sits with you, quietly stitching something while you read or doodle. “You don’t… have to talk. I feel you… anyway.” When you finally whisper something sweet like “I like being near you,” he tears up and hugs you tightly. “I-I’m happy… you speak to me…” Your shyness makes him feel trusted, and that means everything. He’ll hold your hand gently and let the silence speak for you both.

Tsukinami’s

Carla Tsukinami: Carla values grace and silence—so a dandere S/O earns his approval. “You know your place… and that pleases me.” At first, he thinks you’re simply obedient. But once he sees your shyness isn’t fear—it’s gentleness—he becomes more attentive. He gives you space to speak, waits for your soft “Goodnight, Carla,” and rewards it with a slow kiss to your forehead. “You tremble… yet stay by my side. That is true devotion.” He will protect your silence fiercely—and grow possessive of every whispered word you give him.

Shin Tsukinami: Shin is loud, cocky, and full of energy—so at first, he thinks you’re boring. “Oi, are you mute or somethin’?” But when you flinch or go red, he realizes you’re shy, not cold. And that? That’s kind of… adorable. He becomes a relentless tease. “You’re so cute when you stammer~ Say my name again, c’mon!” But if you ever get overwhelmed, he’ll tone it down and ruffle your hair. “Tch… I’ll go easy. For now.” Eventually, he falls hard for your soft-spoken warmth, even if he pretends he doesn’t care.

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tbb-appreciation-week · 3 days ago

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pupcarisi · 21 hours ago

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Ok am I reading too much into the fic someone just posted anonymously in the Barisi section of ap3? It is basically Mia writing incest fantasy fiction and her mom thinks that it’s about Carisi and accuses him of grooming her, even though he isn’t. and the rest of the fic is spent bashing reader and dark fiction or kink with taboo subjects and the characters are all calling it predatory for even existing. I’m trying to read the fic in good faith but it feels like it’s just an excuse to call out people who enjoy fantasy writing that involves anything problematic in kink? At first it felt like a real Barisi fic but by the end it felt like it was trying to call ‘x reader’ fic writers predators and I can’t tell if I am reading too much into it or if it’s just a ‘you’re gross for enjoying this kink or writing about it and you should be in prison if you enjoy any of these things’ essay disguised as a Barisi fanfic? Like I don’t want to comment on their work or ask for clarification because it feels so much like bait but I genuinely don’t know if I’m just overreacting to it? It feels like it’s very much pointed toward certain people so I’m side eyeing in pretty heavy but don’t want to judge it poorly if that’s not how they meant it, ya know? It feels like they are vague posting about the ‘stepdad!sonny x reader’ fics and trying to call it out without saying so directly. Figured it directly relates to you so I thought I’d get your take and see if you read it that way?

attaching anon's follow up ask below too! as warning, this answer has discussions about like, everything. so minors do not interact (MY WHOLE BLOG IS 18+ PLEASE), mentions of abuse, pedophilia (NOT partaking in it. it's the context).

BREATHES. okay. where do i even begin? omg. but thank you anon, for telling me about this and also for speaking out your thoughts! i also appreciate what you said. it's unrealistic to think that the things i enjoy must be the things someone else enjoys. part of being ONLINE, having mutuals, is yeah you won't always have the same tastes but we still #respect it. tbh it means a lot to me that even though you don't necessarily enjoy the content, you still thought about the implications of everything and you're having a discussion here #ally

so before i go on, two things:

as a disclaimer, whatever i say in this ask is solely my Opinion so *glances into the audience* please lower any lasers pointed at me or anyone else... i am also NOT a kink expert, but i know what healthy boundaries are. and i also know what is FICTION.

here are two very insightful posts, on the topic of taboo fics that i align with (exhibit a and exhibit b. exhibit a VERY NICELY covers all the important questions people love to ask when it comes to content of this nature so i suggest you read that!!! because i fear my words below are not enough of a justice)

ok back the programme. you see, when i was first reading the fic, i really had no issues with it because it seemed like your typical case fic, plus we literally are watching a SHOW called law & order:svu but god. the last bit was the one that really threw me off. more on that later.

firstly, i am someone who BELIEVES everyone has a right to like whatever they want and also dislike anything, without having to justify why or why not. especially when we are talking about FICTIONAL characters that are OF AGE. (and if u like rpf whatever sure like that's none of my business LMFAO you do you!!! <3) so i was FULLY trying to keep an open mind when i was reading this. because right, it's totally valid that someone wouldn't like the same things as me and that it just so happens to the plot of the fic.

and second of all, as what you mentioned anon, that this is also /just/ a fic so technically, by default and as per aligned to my beliefs, fiction is FICTION and so it's reasonable to believe that the content isn't a direct critique of morality and not meant to actually target anyone. because simply put, people can enjoy murder stories without being a murderer and a murder victim, it's Fiction. so MAYBE... just Maybe. the original author just felt randomly inspired and decided to write this with no intentions. so yes, this train of thought made me very hesitant about forming my opinion. because again, I AM someone who is very open and i like to hope and believe that everyone has the best intentions.

but mannnnn..... i've talked about this to several people already and so far everyone is thinking the same thing. that it felt too... personal? i really do not want to directly quote anything they stated in their fic because yeah, as much as i feel Weird about it, i still stand that everyone can like/dislike whatever they want and write whatever they want, even if some things mentioned were oddly specific.

HOWEVER, i really did NOT enjoy what it implied, and hence i just wanted to clear the air, in case people out there DO actually take FICTIONAL work at face value. my biggest gripe about the whole thing is the part about minors do not interact + the whole line about childhood things. first of all, things that REMIND you of childhood (e.g. plush toys, bedroom) does not equate to CHILDREN. like oh heavens forbid i be a 24 year old trans man who has a bed full of plush toys and that i still live with my parents. and oh! i can't imagine to be innocent now? okay.... hm. maybe i just enjoy this manifestation of VULNERABILITY. i'm NOT a pedo for enjoying stuff like ddlb (daddy-little boy), because... you guessed it. i'm an ADULT and i only want to do it with another adult. anyway, i was trying to get a sense about how i should further structure my argument and came across this small discussion about the cognitive dissonance surrounding consent in little space.

and if this was more about the dark nature of the fics like abuse, dubcon, etc. then um. *points again at the sign that this is all FICTION, literally the same as your usual horror/thriller/murder stuff* exhibit a explains it better, but people also don't need justify that they have gone through XYZ (insert trauma here) etc. so that it excuses them to write about dark topics. again, we are talking FICTION. it's invasive to expect and have this particular "criteria"

lastly, i just want to close off and say that we are on the Internet. like this is a space that you choose to curate and have the power to. don't like something? simple. mind your business and just don't go biting at people who are enjoying it. if anything is NOT your fancy, it's literally easy to just click/scroll off and block. things of that Nature ALWAYS come with disclaimers.

and maybe you may say i am biting back by airing my thoughts here, but i think it's justifiable. plus, i'm not calling the person out directly? because if you have READ whatever i have said above, i still want to give them the benefit of the doubt out of my goodwill because of i stand for, that your writing is not a direct reflection of your morality..... otherwise, if that really does reflect their pov, happen to chance upon this and have something to counter, feel free to do so LOL... i'll be down to have a RESPECTFUL and POLITE conversation.

lowkey i feel like the joke is on me now because yeah, i did spend a considerable amount of time reflecting on this the whole day. it's not wrong to have discussions and reflect, i think that's how we learn from each other. but boy did i feel like i just got rage baited. but whatever, i'm not guilty of anything! so yeah. will i still write and enjoy my gross icky sonny x reader things? yes.

that's all from me :) again, to reiterate, these words are MY PERSPECTIVE. thank you for reading! if anyone has any other things to say, feel free to drop them below, in the reblogs or in my ask. but pls be nice to me.

#asks #pupcarisi yaps #sonny carisi #i was really like about to go and send academic papers on kink and morality in fiction but i think i had enough for now LOL #i'm not kidding i have been reading stuff since hours ago

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herefortheships · 8 months ago

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I have a long af post in my drafts, a rambling essay I haven't finished writing about Beetlebabes and purity culture now vs the 80s, 90s, and 2000s.

I also have another post where I'm putting together all the romance beats in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (following the Romancing the Beat romance structure beat sheet).

And finally I also have two more Beetlejuice posts I haven't finished, one about Betelgeuse's role in the first film vs the second, and one is just a response to another post I never finished typing because I started it days ago in the morning and I had to leave so I couldn't finish it, and then I lost my thread of thoughts, so maybe I won't finish that one. Maybe lol. It was an interesting post about Lydia I wanted to add my thoughts to.

#the posts in my drafts rn #I have a feeling that once I finish these pots my obsession will wane and I won't be posting as much as I'm posting now #I hope it lasts longer... I really love Beetlejuice #and I am really loving this fandom #Most people I've met are so nice and I just feel surrounded by love #most of the time #(except those moments my brain makes me go like “wait everyone hates me secretly” which is so not true lol)#But yeah social anxiety and what not #Anyway I just really love this fandom #In this fandom I feel this warm feeling of community that's rare these days in so many fandoms #The only fandom that has been perpetual in my life has been Destiel for some reason #maybe because I've been here since 2012 and watched Supernatural since 2009 #I want my love for Beetlebabes to be as powerful and permanent as my love for Destiel has been #Just ignore me #it's emo hours here apparently 😂#Anyway if anyone is reading this and you're Beetlebabes and/or Destiel fandom just know I appreciate you so much 🥺#I have so much love invested in these two ships #Ok like I have SO many ships #But there's something really special about these two specifically

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the-lonelybarricade · 2 years ago

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I'd like to formally apologize to all of the anons and non-anons in my ask box that I've been ignoring for... weeks😅 I promise if you've ever sent me an ask and I didn't answer it, I still really appreciated that you took the time to send me a message, especially if it was to say something kind about a fic you enjoyed

#idk man sometimes I open my inbox and I just don't even know where to start #I feel so bad for the people I haven't responded to #Especially for the ones that were specific to chapters that just wouldn't make sense to answer now #I really really do appreciate it #I just get a little overwhelmed and don't have a lot of time or brainpower to think of something interesting to respond to you with #Sometimes i just get overhwlemed by the sheer amount of asks and it just sort of sends me into a task paralysis #Idk my brain is weird and is low on spoons most days but I'm very sorry to anyone who has felt neglected by me #if you're reading this I love you #and this mini breakdown was triggered by me opening my ask box with good intentions and immediately feeling overwhelemed

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years ago

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I forgot to mention that I saw the trailer for the new the The Hunger Games movie when I went and saw Blue Beetle (the prequel, you know?) and it does look really good (even though at first I was unsure about it). I'm probably for sure going to see it when it comes out. Though this will be the first time that I haven't read the book first... unless I do end up reading the book between now and then.

#friends how do we feel about the 'the ballad of songbirds and snakes' novel?#because for me personally. and a lot of people i know... i honestly preferred the hunger games movies more than the books (even though you #have to love and appreciate the books. of course. because without them there would be no films)#is it the same with the prequel?#though i also know that many fans prefer the books and hate the movies: thinking the movies left out too much and that kind of thing #but yeah. since i DID prefer the movies. and think there's a good chance it might be the same way again. i'm thinking i might just watch th #movie first or maybe not even read the book at all #even though i'm usually of the mind of always reading the book. of course. and usually first #i think my reasons for preferring the movies are as follows... i really hated katniss in the books. i'm sorry. but i did. but seeing her #brought to life with the way jennifer lawrence played her really made me love her #also. people complain about some things the movies left out. and i definitely get that. to each their own #but i personally love the things the movies ADDED! that we didn't get to see since we're stuck in katniss' pov. that i think just bettered #the stories so much #and some (surely not all) of the things that were left out that people complained about i feel like aren't THAT needed?#like they didn't explain the avoxes #but i also feel like if you're smart you can clearly figure out what the capitol did to them #idk. this is just my opinion of course. anyone is free to disagree #but i say all as this as someone who isn't SUPER into the hunger games #i only read the books once. years ago. and i haven't seen the movies in a while. so i'm sure there are things i may have forgotten and migh #be getting wrong here #oh! another thing too is that i've seen people mention that they felt like suzanne collins' writing style with thg is almost script-like.#even though it's not a script of course #and that that might be another reason that i. and so many others prefer them as movies #because it was almost like she was writing the books TO be made into movies

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navybrat817 · 2 months ago

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Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Catch more shenanigans with Game Nights. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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areislol · 1 year ago

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twitter links w/ hsr men

pairings. blade, jing yuan, aventurine, sunday, gepard, sampo x afab/fem! reader

warnings. NSFW no minors! please read at your own discretion, explicit/18+ smut, established relationships for most, brat taming for blade, mention of being called a whore (teasing manner) for aventurine, mentions of puppy for gepard but there's no meaning about it. aggressive sex, passionate sex, masturbation (fem.) sub! gepard for 1 twt link, fingering

a/n. i don't think i've done one for hsr yet... or genshin so maybe that'll be in the future. sorry (not sorry) guys i'm ovulating (i need them all carnally). also i think for some you need to be logged in twitter for them to work! this only has a couple of characters cause i'm a bit lazy today

blade

✧ fucking you so good from behind, "you like that don't you?"

✧ eating you out in a room just beside his colleuges room, he likes the risk and it turns on him. you feel the same way, right?

✧ teasing you for being such a brat, spanking your tight pussy and rubbing soft languid on your sensitive clit. you'll learn your lesson sooner or later.

✧ the size difference never fails to amaze him. but that's fine, he'll take his time with you.

✧ making you cum just by his slender fingers

jing yuan

✧ riding your boyfriend jing yuan

✧ fucking you in his bathroom while you're wearing his shirt. how adorable of you ♡

✧ best friend! jing yuan who fucks you right and how you deserved to be fucked. "feels good doesn't it? i know baby but you need to keep your voice down.. your mom is here.." it's quite hard to stay quiet while being pounded relentlessly, isn't it?

✧ a 5 star meal in his opinion, nothing beats your pussy.

aventurine

✧ slowly and painstakingly teasing you with his cock, oh, and you're wearing that new blindfold he bought for you!

✧ bouncing up and down on his dick, "like the whore you are"

✧ morning sex (is this based off the artwork recently posted by hoyo? yes)

✧ fingering you from behind

✧ "fuck..." aventurine loves hearing you moan

sunday

✧ "ride my face, please."

✧ passionate sex with sunday

✧ giving your boyfriend an awaited tit job ♡

✧ restricting your movement by binding you. "stop moving or i won't put it in." he says while also rubbing his hardness on your entrance.

✧ fucking you 'till you're braindead

gepard

✧ your puppy boyfriend who loves eating you out. best meal ever.

✧ breeding you just like you asked, one peak down at the messy sight gets him 10x more hard. good luck with a horny gepard

✧ milking your beloved with a vibrator

✧ teasing your poor husband with a video of your wet pussy while he's at work.

sampo

✧ your boyfriend still continuing to finger you through your orgasm. overstimulated would be an understatement.

✧ making out in your room

✧ fucking you aggressively after seeing his rival, gepard, flirt with you (?? gepard flirting??)

✧ your pleasure is his pleasure//masturbating while eating you out

a/n: me after not writing anything for a couple of weeks (i think almost a month?) :) i haven't done this in SO long. no continue reading for this since it's short. (this is a shitpost)

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji @dainsleif-when-playable @momoewn @stygianoir @irethepotato @v4an @imetsk @fiannee @sunnyf4lls if im missing anyone please tell me because i have an inkling feeling i missed a few..

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!!

#hsr x reader #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #aventurine x reader #sunday x reader #gepard x reader #sampo x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x you

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idyllic-ghost · 5 months ago

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Title: Boyfriend Privileges Pairing: Mingyu x gn(femme presenting)!reader Genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship Wordcount: 9.9k Rating: 18+

Synopsis: The ten times Mingyu has shown off his "boyfriend privileges"

Warnings: suggestive content not suitable for anyone under the age of 18, food mention, pet names, reader presents as feminine at one point (wearing a dress) but it still reads as gender neutral, slight angst, bathing together

Disclaimer: The scenarios and depictions in my works are fictional and do not represent real-life situations. They do not aim to reflect the complexities of any culture, city, or individual. All characters are entirely fictional, regardless of names or descriptions.

A/N: this fic was created before i decided to leave this blog permanently, and put on queue to be posted now. this blog is still not active. read here to find out why

MDNI: Adults only. Minors are not allowed. Any minors found will be blocked.

Masterlists

You're not sure exactly when it began or what prompted it, but a few months into your relationship, Mingyu started asking you to do little tasks for him. They're always small, often tedious things. Whenever you hesitate, he flashes a charming smile and invokes "boyfriend privileges." Maybe it's the playful way he says it or the endearing look in his eyes, but you always end up giving in.

Mingyu, ever perceptive, has noticed this and teeters on the brink of abusing his "powers." But it doesn't bother you. You'd happily indulge your boyfriend's privileges.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 1. Overgrown puppy cuddles

Mingyu is a large puppy that just doesn’t understand how big he is. At least, that's how you see him. Whenever your boyfriend comes home from an especially rough day at work, he wants cuddles. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he'll pout and beg until you sit down on the couch and let him cuddle up in your lap.

"You're crushing me," you mutter.

You're sitting with your legs over the couch cushions, your back against the armrest. Mingyu's laying over your body like a human blanket—one of those electrical blankets that people use in winter. The man is warm.

"Boyfriend privileges," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin.

You sigh because you know he's right, you'd let him do this even if he's crushing your bones. Letting your fingers tangle in his hair, Mingyu let's out a sound of approval and nuzzles his head deeper into the crook of your neck. His arms are around your torso, making sure that you don't even try to move. Not that you would.

"Did you have a long day?" you ask softly and he hums. "My poor baby..."

You coo at him, and he whines—he's relishing in being doted on. Mingyu's arms squeeze you a little, a silent sign that he wants you to continue.

"You work so hard, don't you?" You wait for Mingyu to nod before you coo again, "My hardworking Gyu, you're doing such a good job. People love you, you know that? They appreciate your work. So do I."

Mingyu tilts his head up, his eyebrows raised as he silently asks for confirmation. "I really do," you add.

"Thank you..." He puts his forehead against your chest and sighs. "I needed this... needed you."

"I know, puppy." You smile and ruffle his hair.

Mingyu groans and lifts his upper body off of you, his arms resting on the armrest behind you. "Oh, finally! I can breathe!" you exclaim dramatically.

"Sorry," he mutters.

You cup his face in your hands. "I was kidding. I don't mind." You lean in and press a kiss on his pouty lips. "You're like my blanket... or like a Saint Bernard who's forgotten he's not a puppy anymore."

Mingyu smiles at that, before leaning in to litter your face with pecks that have you giggling and squealing.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 2. Random massages

You're in line for a ride at an amusement park when Mingyu suddenly turns to you. It's been at least five minutes since you started waiting, and you can tell he's getting impatient. His foot taps rhythmically on the ground, and he keeps glancing at his watch.

"Can you give me a massage? My shoulder's stiff," he huffs, rubbing the offending spot for emphasis.

"Again?" Your eyebrows furrow with concern. "Gyu, you should really go see a specialist..."

Mingyu pretends to ponder this suggestion, then shakes his head with a playful grin. "I don't need a specialist if I have you."

You sigh and roll your eyes, but can't help smiling at his pleading expression. His big, puppy-like eyes, the way his smile showcases his adorable canines, and his hands clasped together in a mockery of prayer make it impossible to refuse. "Sure," you mutter, already resigning yourself to his request.

The line moves a little, and you both shuffle forward a few steps. You're momentarily distracted by the imposing structure of the rollercoaster ahead, watching as the cart sends passengers hurtling through loops and dips at breakneck speed. Your reverie is interrupted by Mingyu poking your side.

"What?" you ask, looking back at him.

"Please?" he repeats, his tone even more imploring.

"Now?" You glance around at the crowd surrounding you—though no one seems to be paying attention, you feel self-conscious.

"Now," Mingyu insists, nodding earnestly.

"Babe, I can't massage you here. You know you shouldn't take off your shirt in public, right? Even if we do find somewhere private, I don't have any oils—"

"Not a big one." He interrupts, holding up his hand with his index finger and thumb inches apart. "A small one. Just on the spot on my shoulder."

"Gyu—"

"Boyfriend privileges," he pleads quietly, eyes wide and hopeful.

You can't say no to him when he gets like this. With a resigned sigh, you motion for him to turn around. He does so eagerly, bending his knees slightly to give you better access to his shoulder. Placing one hand on his neck and the other on his shoulder, you begin to work your thumb into the knot you find there.

Mingyu lets out a soft, contented sigh, only audible to your ears, as he relaxes almost immediately under your touch. The tension in his shoulder melts away, and his head drops forward slightly, eyes closing in relief. The gentle hum of the amusement park, the chatter of the crowd, and the distant screams from the rollercoaster all fade into the background as you focus on easing his discomfort.

Despite the oddity of the situation, there's something intimate and endearing about the moment. The world around you blurs, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of your own making. And as you massage Mingyu's shoulder, you can't help but feel a warm rush of affection for him and his silly, endearing ways.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 3. Sharing food

The restaurant is alive with the hum of conversations, the clinking of cutlery, and the occasional burst of laughter. However, all of this fades into a distant background as you focus intently on Chan's story. It's a rare opportunity to meet the members in person, despite your boyfriend working so closely with them, so you want to make the most of every second.

Mingyu, on the other hand, is lost in his own world. Ever since he finished his meal, he’s been zoned out—leaning back in his chair with a distant look in his eyes. You can't decide if he's impatiently waiting for Chan to finish or if he's just succumbed to a food coma. But when he casually reaches over and steals a fry from your plate, your doubts about the food coma vanish. You glance at him, and he meets your gaze with a small, mischievous smile before grabbing another fry. You let him.

A sudden gasp beside you snaps you back, and you turn to see Jun staring at you with mock jealousy from across the table. You smile and tilt your head questioningly.

"What?" you ask, bemused.

"You hit my hand when I tried to borrow a fry from you," Jun accuses, his eyes narrowed at you.

"First of all, I gently slapped it," you correct him. "Second of all, you were stealing, not borrowing. Don't try to make your crime sound better."

Jun huffs dramatically, and you can't help but grin. Meanwhile, Mingyu, taking advantage of the distraction, nabs another fry from your plate. There are almost none left now. As Jun reaches out to make another attempt, you slap his hand away with a swift motion.

"But he—" Jun starts to protest.

"Boyfriend privileges," Mingyu interjects smoothly, popping the last two fries into his mouth with a triumphant grin.

You hear a collective groan from the others at the table, but you just chuckle at Mingyu’s proud expression. "Mhm, boyfriend privileges," you repeat softly, unable to suppress a smile.

You lift a hand to gently brush the hair out of Mingyu's face, and he looks at you with a loving smile that makes your heart flutter. The warm feeling in your stomach is more than just the satisfaction from the delicious food you've eaten.

"Can I finish telling my story now?" Chan interrupts, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

You pull your gaze away from Mingyu and refocus on Chan, giving him your full attention once again. "Go on," you say, eager to hear the rest of his tale.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 4. Seeing you first thing in the morning

The feeling of someone's soft breaths feathering against your face makes you scrunch your nose in sleepy annoyance. Mingyu's warm hands travel to your waist with the familiarity of someone who’s done it a million times before. And he has. His touch is intimate and assured, sliding over your skin with practiced ease. He knows you're awake now, evident by the low hum you let out, so he presses a few tender kisses on the bare skin of your clavicle, each one like a gentle spark of warmth.

"G'morning," you mutter, your voice still heavy with sleep, the words blending into a sigh.

"Good morning," he whispers softly, his breath tickling your skin.

You recognize his morning voice—his "I just woke up" voice—so you can tell he’s been up for a while. His voice sounds clearer, more alert, like he’s had time to turn around and take a sip of the water he always leaves on his bedside table.

"Have you been awake for long?" you ask, your words barely above a whisper as his lips continue their gentle exploration, each kiss a tender reminder of his affection.

"Since eight-thirty," he answers between kisses, each one a delicate attempt to keep you as close as possible.

You glance at the clock, seeing that it's almost nine already. "Babe, you've been awake for half an hour... why didn’t you wake me up?"

Mingyu pauses his kisses to look up at you, his expression soft and affectionate, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. Turning his head slightly, he looks over at the clock and hums thoughtfully.

"I was busy," he says with a playful glint in his eyes. He nestles his head back in the crook of your neck, his warmth enveloping you, but doesn’t resume his kisses, much to your dismay.

"Busy doing what?" you murmur, curiosity piqued, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his back.

"Looking at you," he admits with a giggle, lifting his head to meet your eyes. His gaze is filled with affection, his eyes sparkling with sincerity, and he's trying his best to hold back a big grin. "It's my boyfriend privilege. Only I get to see you like this."

"It's a privilege to see my bed head?" You snort, but Mingyu stays serious, his eyes unwavering, his hand gently stroking your cheek.

"Everyday," he replies softly, his voice a tender caress.

You feel a rush of warmth at his words, and you can't help but smile. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer for a soft, lingering kiss. His lips are warm and inviting, the kiss deepening with the love and tenderness that has grown between you over the months. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, intimate moment.

When you finally pull back, Mingyu's eyes are half-lidded, his expression content and serene. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek, his touch light and loving. "I love these quiet mornings with you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to your soul.

"Me too," you whisper back, your heart swelling with affection, your eyes locked with his.

You snuggle closer, your bodies fitting together perfectly. The world outside can wait a little longer as you bask in the warmth of each other's presence, the quiet intimacy of the morning making everything else fade away. Mingyu's hands continue their gentle caresses, his fingers tracing soft lines over your skin. You feel utterly cherished, each touch and kiss a testament to the love you share. The gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your hand, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the warmth of his body against yours create a cocoon of contentment that you never want to leave.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 5. Showing you off

"Gyu!" you shout from the bathroom, "What time is it?"

The sound of his long steps come closer and closer until the bathroom door pushes open. Mingyu's head peeks through the gap in the door, and smiles as soon as he sees you. You're wearing the new dress he bought you, the cute sundress that couldn't help himself from buying when he saw you looking at it.

"You're pretty," he murmurs and slinks into the bathroom.

He wraps his arms around you, your back relaxing into his chest. "Mingyu," you repeat.

"What?" He pulls his eyes away from the dress to meet your eyes.

"What time is it?" you ask again with a teasing smile.

"Oh, it's around three-thirty." His hands find your waist. "We should leave in half an hour."

You nod and start packing up your make up. "Good, I think I'm done anyway... do you think I look okay?"

Mingyu lets go of you, spinning you around to face him. You can only grin while he studies you carefully with his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed in focus. After a few seconds, he nods—satisfied with what he's seen.

"Perfect." He puts his hand right below your jaw, careful not to disturb the make up on your face. "You look perfect, baby."

His smile remains radiant as you arrive at his family's get-together, a constant beam of joy that lights up the entire evening. Mingyu keeps you close, his arm possessively yet gently wrapped around you, presenting you to the members of his family you haven't yet met. Every introduction is accompanied by a glowing remark about you, his voice brimming with pride. You feel like a movie star at a film premiere—the constant pampering, the way his eyes sparkle every time he looks at you, and the sneaky photos he snaps when he thinks you're not looking.

Mingyu can't seem to stop showering you with compliments. "This is my partner," he says, beaming, as he introduces you to yet another relative. "They're incredible, you know. Smart, kind, and absolutely stunning." He turns his head to you, trying to contain his big smile by biting down on his bottom lip.

You blush, murmuring polite responses, but his praise never ceases. It's in the way he looks at you, eyes full of adoration, and the way he never lets go of your hand, his thumb occasionally brushing against your skin in a soothing gesture.

Throughout the evening, Mingyu is a constant presence by your side, his touch grounding you amidst the whirlwind of social interactions. His family is warm and welcoming, their smiles genuine as they embrace you into their fold. The air is filled with laughter and conversation, the smell of delicious food wafting through the house, creating an atmosphere of warmth and togetherness.

Mingyu’s playful nature shines through as he snaps candid photos of you, his grin widening each time you catch him in the act. "You’re just too beautiful not to capture," he explains with a cheeky smile, earning a soft laugh from you.

As the night progresses, you find yourself growing more and more flustered under the weight of his unending compliments. Yet, there's a thrill in it—a heady mixture of embarrassment and joy at being the center of his universe. His family notices, and they tease him gently about his lovesick behavior, but it only makes him hold you closer, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that make your heart flutter.

By the time the evening winds down, you’re overwhelmed with affection, feeling cherished and adored in a way that leaves you breathless. The warmth of Mingyu’s family, combined with his constant praise and tender glances, has wrapped you in a cocoon of love and contentment. As you prepare to leave, Mingyu wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close for a tender kiss on your temple, his lips lingering just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with genuine gratitude. "You made everything perfect."

You smile, leaning into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your own. "Thank you for taking me along... I don't think I've seen you like this before," you admit, your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet of the night.

"What do you mean?" He cocks his head, his eyes curious and endearing, making you laugh softly at his obliviousness.

"You were trying to show me off all night," you explain, a playful note in your voice. Seeing his slightly worried expression, you quickly add, "It was sweet, Gyu. Really, it was."

Relief floods his features, and he leans in to press a kiss on your lips. The kiss is soft, lingering a second longer than it should, filling you with a warmth that spreads through your entire body. "It's my boyfriend privilege to get to show you off," he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

You groan playfully, rolling your eyes at his words as he starts giggling, the sound infectious and heartwarming. Taking your hand in his, he leads you to the cab he's ordered to take you home. The night air is cool and refreshing, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees, but Mingyu's hand in yours keeps you warm.

As you approach the cab, he pauses for a moment, turning to look at you with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. "You know," he says softly, brushing a stray hair from your face, "You should wear that dress more often."

"Oh yeah?"

Your breath catches in your throat at his words as he pulls you into a tight embrace. "Yeah," he whispers.

With one last lingering kiss, you both get into the cab, his arm never leaving your shoulders. As the city lights blur past the window, you lean into Mingyu, feeling his warmth envelop you.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 6. A shoulder to cry on

When you enter the apartment, none of the lights are turned on. You worked late that day, but not so late that Mingyu would've gone to sleep already. The apartment is eerily quiet, devoid of the usual warmth and liveliness. Toeing off your shoes and putting away your outerwear in their rightful places, you start to wonder if he's not home. He usually texts you when he gets home, but you haven't received any messages.

Concern etches between your brows as you walk further into the apartment. The kitchen is spotless, with no pots or pans on the stove—not that you always expect Mingyu to cook, but he had told you earlier today that he'd have something ready for you when you got home. You open the fridge, finding it just as you left it this morning. The absence of any signs of recent activity deepens your worry.

As you pass the bathroom by the guest room, you flick on the lights, casting a warm glow to see the path to your shared bedroom. By the ajar door, you notice a piece of fabric slumped together on the floor. Picking it up, you realize it's Mingyu's jacket. You drape it over your arm and continue to the bedroom, your heart pounding with unease.

He's not there, but you see that the light in your bathroom is on, a soft glow seeping through the cracks in the door. You place his jacket on the edge of the bed before approaching the bathroom door, only to find it locked.

You knock softly, pressing your ear against the door. "Mingyu, I'm home... are you okay?"

"I'm okay, baby," he replies, but his voice is thick with tears. "Sorry, I didn't have time to make you dinner... I think there's some leftovers from yesterday."

"Please, open the door." Ignoring his suggestion about dinner, you grab the door handle. "I can hear that you're not okay."

You hear him sigh, and his footsteps approach the door. Stepping back, you wait as the door swings open. The first thing you see is his bloodshot eyes and red nose. He sniffles and looks away, trying to hide his vulnerability.

"I'm..." He hesitates, torn between lying and being honest.

Before he can decide, you engulf him in a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. "Oh, baby..."

The dam breaks as a sob bubbles up Mingyu's throat, a raw, heart-wrenching sound that shatters the silence. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hot tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking into your shirt. You can feel the wet warmth of his tears spreading, a tangible sign of his anguish.

You rub his back soothingly, your hand moving in slow, comforting circles. Each sob wracks his body, causing his shoulders to tremble violently. His fingers clutch at your shirt, holding on as if he might drown without this anchor.

Minutes pass, each one heavy with his sorrow, until finally, his sobs begin to subside. His shoulders stop shaking, and his breathing slowly evens out, though occasional hiccups still break through. Only then do you loosen your embrace, though you don't fully let go. Instead, you gently take his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away the tears that cling to his skin. His eyes are red and swollen, filled with a mixture of lingering sadness and gratitude.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask softly.

"...can I tell you later? I'll start crying again if I tell you now." He lets out a choked laugh, trying to relieve the tension, but your frown remains.

"Okay. Let's get you cleaned up."

You gently wipe away Mingyu’s tears, your thumb brushing over his cheeks with tender care. His skin is warm and damp, his eyes still glistening with the remnants of his sorrow. Your touch is gentle and reassuring as you guide him to change into more comfortable clothes. You help him out of his work attire, unbuttoning his shirt with careful fingers, and replacing it with a soft, worn-in t-shirt that brings him comfort. Each movement is deliberate, designed to soothe and calm him. You then help him into a pair of loose, cozy sweatpants, ensuring he's enveloped in softness and warmth.

Once he’s settled, you guide him to the couch in the living room, your arm around his waist, supporting his slow and heavy movements. The weight of his exhaustion is impossible to miss, his shoulders slumped and his steps dragging. He collapses onto the couch with a weary sigh, sinking into the cushions as if they might absorb some of his burden.

You start to leave for the kitchen, intending to get him something to eat or drink, but he grabs your hand. His grip is firm yet desperate, his fingers curling around yours with a silent plea for you to stay.

You turn back to him, your heart aching at the sight of his vulnerable expression. Mingyu looks up at you, his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and need. "Don't leave," he whispers.

"I'm going to heat up some leftovers," you explain. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Mingyu shakes his head no and lets go of your hand. You feel his eyes on you as you walk around the kitchen, quickly putting something together. It's not fancy, and it's nothing like what he usually makes you, but it's enough for the two of you right now.

When you return to his side, you give him his bowl before settling down next to him. You eat in silence, letting Mingyu sit as close to you as he pleases. When you're done, you take the dishes to the kitchen. Although you want him to sit still and rest, he follows you—his arms wrapped around your waist the entire time.

It's hard to move around, but you don't complain. Soon enough, the dishes are done and you're back on the couch. Mingyu has his arms wrapped tightly around you as you lay on top of him.

"Thank you," he mutters.

"You don't have to thank me." You lean up to look him in the eye. "Me taking care of you is your boyfriend privilege."

He smiles and presses a chaste kiss on your lips before closing his eyes. The two of you end up falling asleep on the couch on accident. But your stiff body is worth it when you get to see Mingyu smiling at you the next morning.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 7. A shoulder to nap on

On the flight back home from a much-needed vacation, Mingyu booked the two of you first-class seats. It was partly because he loves spoiling you, but also so you could sleep comfortably on the way home. The plush seats and extra legroom were a perfect idea, promising a restful journey, but right now, that comfort feels like a far-off dream.

The flight was delayed by a few hours, leaving you and Mingyu stuck at the gate. The airport buzzes with the quiet hum of late-night travelers, the occasional announcement crackling over the PA system. The two of you sit in the lounge, surrounded by weary passengers slumped in their chairs, eyes glazed with fatigue. The smell of coffee and cleaning agents lingers in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of newspapers and the muted clatter of luggage wheels.

Mingyu tries to make the best of the situation, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. His warmth seeps into you, a soothing balm against the weariness. "Just a little longer," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Despite the delay, his presence is a comforting anchor in the sea of exhaustion, his voice a soft murmur that calms your racing thoughts.

You glance at the clock, the minutes ticking by slowly. The soft lighting of the lounge casts a warm glow, but it does little to chase away the tiredness settling into your bones. Mingyu's fingers trace soothing patterns on your arm, his touch gentle and reassuring, each stroke a silent promise of love and comfort.

"I can't wait to be home in my bed," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, heavy with exhaustion.

Mingyu leans his head on your shoulder, his soft hair brushing against your cheek as he closes his eyes with a contented sigh. The weight and warmth of his head against your shoulder provide an unexpected comfort, grounding you in the moment. "This is enough for me," he says softly, his breath warm and reassuring against your skin.

"My shoulder?" you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice, feeling the vibration of his chuckle through the closeness.

"Yes," he replies, his tone earnest and affectionate. His closeness feels intimate and safe, a bubble of tranquility amidst the chaos of the airport.

"And why should I let you have my shoulder?" you tease, a smile tugging at your lips as you relish the closeness.

"Boyfriend privileges," he replies matter-of-factly, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. The slight pressure of his lips against your skin sends a wave of warmth through you.

You sigh, a mixture of amusement and tenderness filling your heart. The playful banter and the sincere love in his voice make your heart swell. You tilt your head to rest against his, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. The world around you fades into a comforting blur, the distant chatter of the airport and the mechanical hum of the environment becoming mere background noise.

For a moment, it's just the two of you, wrapped in each other's warmth and love. His presence is a cocoon of safety and affection, and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax fully in his embrace. The gentle rhythm of his breathing, the steady beat of his heart, and the soft, warm pressure of his head against yours create a symphony of comfort that lulls you into a peaceful state.

Your peace is soon interrupted, however. Finally, the boarding announcement crackles through the speakers, breaking the heavy silence of anticipation and sparking a collective sigh of relief that ripples through the gate area. The weariness of the long wait begins to lift as passengers gather their belongings. Mingyu helps you gather your things, his hand never leaving yours as you make your way to the boarding line. His touch is a reassuring anchor, grounding you amidst the bustling crowd.

"Almost there," Mingyu whispers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank goodness," you reply, offering him a tired smile.

The atmosphere shifts as you step onto the jet bridge, a mix of excitement and fatigue hanging in the air. The cool, conditioned air of the plane greets you as you board, offering a welcome contrast to the stuffy terminal. The flight attendants greet you with warm smiles, guiding you toward the plush sanctuary of first class.

Settling into your spacious seats, the world outside begins to fade away. The soft cushions envelop you in comfort, and the generous legroom allows you to stretch out and relax. Mingyu stows your carry-ons in the overhead compartment with ease, his movements fluid and practiced.

As he sits down beside you, the overhead lights cast a gentle glow. "This is so much better," you murmur.

Mingyu smiles, reaching over to adjust your blanket, tucking it around you with a tenderness that melts your heart. "I told you it would be worth the wait," he says softly, his eyes filled with affection.

You can't help but smile at the thought of curling up next to him, the hum of the plane's engines a soothing backdrop. "You always know how to spoil me," you whisper, leaning into his touch.

"It's my favorite thing to do," he replies, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Besides, you deserve it."

As the plane takes off, you lean into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. The world outside the window shrinks to a distant blur, and you close your eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace.

"Thank you, Gyu," you murmur, your voice heavy with exhaustion.

"For what?" he asks, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"For everything. For this. For you," you whisper, your words trailing off as sleep begins to claim you.

"Always," he replies softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your arm. "Sleep well, my love."

Wrapped in the comfort of his love and care, you drift off, the promise of restful sleep finally within reach. The gentle touch of his fingers lulls you into a peaceful slumber

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 8. Lunch boxes

When someone called out for lunchtime, the members collectively let out a big sigh of relief. With tired limbs, they make their way to the cafeteria. While everyone else lines up to buy something, Mingyu heads straight to the fridge and retrieves a carefully prepared meal. He sits down at a table, placing the metal box with a wooden lid in front of him. A pink, stretchy band adorned with tiny red strawberries holds the spoon in place. His face lights up with a smile as he spots the small note on the lid.

Hope practice is going well! I know you're working hard, so please enjoy your lunch and eat well! Can't wait for you to come home♡(>ᴗ•)

Mingyu carefully folds the pink post-it and tucks it into his phone case, a cherished reminder of your thoughtfulness. By then, people have started sitting down beside him, their eyes subtly glancing at the box in front of him. Nobody says anything—they already know what it is—until he opens it.

Inside the box is a beautifully arranged Korean lunchbox. The main compartment holds perfectly steamed white rice, topped with a sprinkling of black sesame seeds. Nestled beside it is a portion of crispy fried chicken, golden brown and glistening with a light coating of sweet and spicy sauce. The other sections are filled with a variety of colorful banchan: neatly sliced kimchi, lightly seasoned spinach, sweet and tangy pickled radish, and tender strips of stir-fried beef bulgogi. There’s even a small section of rolled omelette, its yellow hue bright and inviting.

The delicious aroma wafts up, drawing envious glances from his fellow members. The savory scent of fried chicken and the tangy hint of kimchi fill the air, making everyone's mouths water.

"Did Y/N make you another lunchbox?" Seokmin asks, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yeah, they were working from home yesterday, so they had some extra time on their hands," Mingyu replies, a small smile playing on his lips as he inspects the beautifully arranged food.

"It's not fair that only you get homemade lunches from Y/N!" Seungkwan whines, his tone a mix of genuine envy and playful teasing.

Mingyu responds by sticking his tongue out at Seungkwan, making the younger man groan in exasperation. "Boyfriend privileges," Mingyu states proudly, his grin widening.

As he digs in, Mingyu lets out a contented sigh, savoring the flavors and the love that went into preparing his meal. The meat is perfectly seasoned, the rice fluffy, and the banchan vibrant and flavorful. Each bite is a reminder of your care and effort, making the meal taste even better. The members watch with a mix of admiration and envy as Mingyu enjoys his lunch.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 9. Bath buddy

As you walk the last bit to the door of your apartment building, you notice a figure in the distance. A tall man, vaguely boyfriend-shaped, waving both of his arms over his head with enthusiasm. Your heart skips a beat, and your smile matches Mingyu's as you break into a run, closing the gap between you. He’s sweaty from the gym, his skin glistening in the fading light, but you don’t mind. You launch yourself into his embrace, pressing yourself as close as possible, feeling the familiar warmth and comfort of his body.

"Are you trying to squeeze me to death?" he asks jokingly, his voice vibrating against your ear.

You loosen your grip slightly, looking up at him with a soft smile. "You have no idea how much I've missed you today."

Instead of teasing you, Mingyu gently pats your head, his fingers threading through your hair with a comforting touch. He sees the weariness in your eyes and the way your hair seems to stick out in all the wrong places, evidence of a long, hard day. "Bad day, hun?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

The moment he speaks, you feel your guard drop completely. Your lips naturally fall into a pout, and your hands grip the material of his shirt a little tighter. You nod, unable to find the words to describe the exhaustion you feel. Mingyu coos at you softly, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment, offering silent comfort. He then guides you to the door, his hand resting on the small of your back, a steadying presence.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" he asks as he opens the door for you, his voice gentle and soothing.

"Okay," you murmur.

Once inside, the apartment feels like a sanctuary, the chaos of the outside world fading away as the door clicks shut behind you. The familiar scent of home, mingled with Mingyu's comforting presence, immediately begins to soothe your frazzled nerves. He leads you to the bathroom, his touch a constant, reassuring anchor as he guides you down the softly lit hallway. The gentle hum of the apartment envelops you, creating a cocoon of tranquility.

In the bathroom, Mingyu starts running the bath, the sound of water filling the room like a calming symphony. You watch as he carefully adds your favorite bath salts, the granules dissolving into the warm water and releasing a soothing aroma. The scent of lavender and chamomile fills the air, creating a spa-like atmosphere that begins to unwind the knots of tension coiled within you.

Mingyu helps you undress with tender, loving movements, his touch feather-light yet filled with purpose. His fingers trace the contours of your body with a delicate touch, each gesture a silent reassurance of his love and care. The way his hands glide over your skin, unhurried and gentle, sends a wave of warmth through you, dispelling the day’s weariness.

He sheds his own clothes with practiced ease, the fabric slipping off his toned frame effortlessly. The sight of his familiar form, strong and comforting, brings a sense of security and warmth. His skin, slightly glistening from the exertion of the day, catches the soft light, highlighting the lines of his muscles and the contours of his body. There's a serene beauty in the way he moves, each action unhurried and filled with quiet confidence.

Stepping into the bath first, Mingyu eases himself into the steaming water with a sigh of contentment, the sound mingling with the gentle lapping of the water. He settles into the tub, the water enveloping him like a warm embrace. His eyes, inviting and filled with affection, lock onto yours as he extends his hand towards you. The look in his eyes speaks volumes, a silent invitation wrapped in love and intimacy.

You take his hand, feeling the warmth and strength in his grip as he helps you into the tub. The water envelops you in a gentle embrace, its warmth soothing your tired muscles. You settle between his legs, leaning back against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby against your back.

As you relax into his embrace, Mingyu's arms wrap around you, holding you close. His hands begin to gently massage your shoulders, his fingers working out the knots of tension with skillful precision. The sensation is both relaxing and intimate, his touch a balm to your weary soul. You close your eyes, surrendering to the moment, feeling the stress of the day melt away under his tender ministrations.

The soft glow of the bathroom light casts a golden hue over everything, enhancing the sense of intimacy and warmth. Shadows dance along the walls, creating a serene and almost magical ambiance. The only sounds are the gentle sloshing of water and the occasional sigh of contentment from both of you.

"I love you," you whisper, your voice soft and content.

"I love you too," he replies, his lips brushing against your ear.

You stay like that for a while, the water lapping gently around you, the only sounds the occasional drip from the faucet and the steady rhythm of Mingyu's breathing. It’s a perfect moment of peace and connection, wrapped in the comfort and love that only he can provide.

After a few minutes, Mingyu shifts slightly behind you, his movements gentle yet purposeful. "Can you wash my hair?" he asks softly, his voice laced with a boyish charm that makes your heart flutter.

You smile, turning slightly to look at him, your eyes meeting his. "Of course," you reply, your voice warm and affectionate.

He hands you the shampoo, and you pour a generous amount into your palm. Mingyu dips his head back into the water, wetting his hair thoroughly before leaning forward to give you better access. The rich, lathering scent of his shampoo fills the air, mingling with the soothing aromas of the bath salts, creating a calming symphony of fragrances.

Your fingers work through his hair, massaging his scalp with gentle, circular motions. The silky strands slip through your fingers, and you take your time, ensuring each section of his hair is coated with the fragrant lather. Mingyu lets out a contented sigh, his eyes closing as he leans into your touch, his body visibly relaxing under your ministrations.

"This feels amazing," he murmurs, his voice a low, relaxed hum that sends shivers down your spine.

You smile, continuing your careful work. "You deserve it," you say softly. "It's your boyfriend privilege, isn't it?"

Mingyu chuckles, the sound a soft, comforting vibration against your chest. Before he can respond, you pick up the shower head, adjusting the temperature before gently rinsing out the shampoo. Tilting his head back with a gentle hand, you let the warm water cascade through his hair, washing away the suds and leaving his hair clean and soft.

He leans back against you once more, his hair damp and silky against your skin. His eyes are half-lidded with contentment, a serene smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.

"Anytime," you reply, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. The warmth of the water and the intimacy of the moment create a cocoon around you, shutting out the rest of the world. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, a steady, reassuring rhythm that syncs with your own. Mingyu's hands rest gently on your arms, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin as you both bask in the tranquility of the bath.

The two of you stay like that, cocooned in warmth, the soft glow of the bathroom light casting a golden hue over everything. The sounds of the water and your synchronized breathing create a peaceful ambiance.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 10. Tie-fixer

You were already in your pajamas, nestled comfortably in bed with your book, when Mingyu walked in, still dressed in his suit but without his tie. The crisp white shirt accentuated his broad shoulders, and the slight dishevelment of his attire made him look irresistibly charming. His hair was slightly tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead, adding to his effortlessly handsome appearance. He didn't have to say anything; the moment your eyes met his, you were already putting your book to the side and swinging your legs out of bed, the anticipation of helping him a welcome routine.

"Where's your tie?" you ask, a hint of amusement in your voice, tilting your head slightly.

Mingyu pulls the piece of fabric from his pocket and hands it to you, a weary yet appreciative smile playing on his lips. The tie is cool and smooth in your hands, its silk gliding between your fingers. Rising to your feet, you step close to him, your fingers deftly slipping the tie around his neck. The familiar action feels intimate, almost like a ritual between the two of you, a small moment of connection in your busy lives.

As you slowly begin to tie it, your fingers working methodically, you glance up at him. "How long is the event?" you ask, your voice soft and caring, eyes meeting his with genuine concern.

"I probably won't be home until after two," he says with a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of his long night ahead settles in. The lines of fatigue on his face tug at your heart.

"It's okay. I want you to have fun," you murmur, focusing on the tie but feeling the sincerity of your words. "I'll be busy with dinner and my book anyway."

Mingyu watches you, his eyes softening as he takes in your familiar, comforting presence. "I wish you could come with me," he says quietly, his hands gently resting on your hips as you finish tying the knot. His touch is warm and grounding, a silent promise of his affection.

You tighten the tie and smooth it down, patting his chest gently. "You know I'd love to, but someone's got to hold down the fort here," you reply jokingly, your smile warm and reassuring.

He chuckles, the sound deep and rich, resonating in the quiet of the room. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "What would I do without you?" he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and love.

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a warm embrace. "Let's not find out," you whisper, your cheek pressed against his, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours.

Mingyu hugs you tightly, savoring the closeness, the scent of his cologne mingling with the comforting smell of home. When he finally pulls back, he looks down at you with a mix of love and reluctance. "I really should go," he says, though he doesn't make a move to leave just yet.

"I know," you reply, your fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, tucking it back into place. "You'll be amazing, as always."

"Mm, especially with such a well-tied tie," he smiles playfully at you, his eyes twinkling with affection. "I'm so lucky for my boyfriend privilege."

You chuckle softly, resting your hands on his chest. "Yes, you're very privileged," you tease. "Just remember that when you're out there charming everyone."

Mingyu grins, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead. "How could I forget? My number one fan is waiting for me at home."

You roll your eyes, but your smile is fond. "Just don't let it go to your head."

He laughs, the sound warm and rich. "No promises... I'll miss you," he says, his voice softening as he cups your face in his hands.

"I'll miss you too," you reply, covering his hands with yours.

He gives you one last lingering kiss, his lips warm and tender against yours, a promise of his return. "I'll try to be back as soon as I can," he promises, his voice filled with genuine affection, his hand squeezing yours gently.

"I'll be waiting," you say softly, watching as he finally turns to leave, the door clicking shut behind him. The room feels a little emptier without him, but you return to bed, your book waiting patiently. For a moment, you just sit there, feeling the lingering warmth of his presence and the subtle ache of his absence, already looking forward to his return.

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ ... 11?

The winter chill had settled in, but the warmth of Valentine's Day wrapped the city in a blanket of love and excitement. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of snow, mingling with the fragrance of roses that seemed to bloom on every corner. Everywhere you looked, couples were bundled up in cozy scarves and gloves, holding hands, sharing tender smiles, and exchanging sweet nothings. The city streets were transformed into a romantic wonderland, with heart-shaped lights casting a soft, warm glow on the cobblestone paths, creating a dreamy ambiance that made everything feel just a little more magical.

Mingyu had planned the entire day with meticulous care, wanting to make every moment special for you. The day began with the gentle sound of his voice waking you, and when you opened your eyes, there he was, holding a tray with breakfast in bed—fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, topped with fresh berries, and a steaming cup of your favorite coffee. The sweet aroma filled the room, and as you shared the meal, you couldn't help but smile at how perfectly the day had started.

The afternoon was spent strolling through the city, the two of you arm in arm as you visited all your favorite spots. The streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of the holiday, but for you, time seemed to slow down, every moment stretching into something memorable. You laughed over shared memories, pointing out familiar landmarks and reliving inside jokes that only the two of you understood. The cold air bit at your cheeks, but it was no match for the warmth of Mingyu's hand holding yours, or the way his laughter seemed to melt the chill away.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, golden light over the city, Mingyu surprised you with dinner at the restaurant where you’d had your first date. The sight of the familiar entrance made your heart skip a beat, and when you stepped inside, the ambiance was perfect—low lights that cast a gentle glow over the intimate setting, soft music playing in the background, and a table tucked away in a quiet corner just for the two of you. Mingyu looked absolutely perfect, the flickering candlelight highlighting his features, making his eyes sparkle with a warmth that mirrored the love in your heart.

He was wearing the turtleneck you had gotten him last December, the deep burgundy color standing out beautifully under his sleek black coat. The sight of him, so effortlessly handsome, made you fall in love with him all over again.

The dinner was delicious, every bite savored as you reminisced about that first date and how far you'd come since then. But as the evening went on, you noticed a certain tension in Mingyu—a subtle shift in his demeanor. He was attentive as always, but his hand gripped yours just a little tighter, and his eyes, though filled with affection, seemed to hold something more—an emotion he hadn’t yet put into words.

When dessert was finished and the check was paid, Mingyu suggested a walk through the park. The idea seemed simple, but there was something in his tone that made your heart flutter with anticipation. The park was beautifully decorated for the holiday, with twinkling fairy lights wrapped around the trees and heart-shaped lanterns swaying gently from the branches. The path was dusted with a light layer of snow, which crunched softly underfoot as you walked side by side, the sound mingling with the distant laughter of other couples enjoying the night.

The cold nipped at your nose, but Mingyu’s presence kept you warm. He walked close to you, his shoulder brushing against yours with every step, and as you made your way deeper into the park, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet he had become. His hand, warm and reassuring in yours, was steady, but there was a nervous energy beneath the surface, a sense of something important hanging in the air between you.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, the world around you gradually fading into the background as you simply enjoyed being together. The park was peaceful, the night air crisp and clear, with the soft crunch of snow underfoot being the only sound between you. The distant twinkle of lights reflected off the lake's surface, casting a serene, almost magical glow over the scene. The sky above was an expanse of deep navy, dotted with stars that peeked out from behind the clouds, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

As you approached a secluded bench near the lake, Mingyu began to slow down, his footsteps becoming more deliberate. His breath was visible in the cold air, curling upward in soft, white puffs. The quietude around you seemed to intensify, amplifying the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. Mingyu stopped walking and turned to face you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lights strung up in the trees, making them look like they were sparkling with unshed emotions.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his voice gentle, almost tender, as he pulled you closer. Without waiting for your response, he wrapped his coat around you, his touch protective and warm.

"Not with you here," you replied with a smile, leaning into his embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours. But as you looked up at him, you noticed something different, a subtle tension in his expression. "... you're unusually quiet tonight. Is everything okay?"

Mingyu smiled, though there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes, a flicker of vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. "There's something I've been wanting to say all day," he began, his tone serious but laced with affection, each word carefully chosen. "Valentine's Day is all about celebrating love, right?"

You nodded, curiosity piqued, your gaze never leaving his. "Right..."

He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs before he released it slowly, his hands still holding yours, their warmth grounding you both. His expression softened, and the affection in his eyes deepened, becoming almost palpable. "Well, I wanted to celebrate us... You know how I've always said I'm lucky to have boyfriend privileges?" His lips curled into a small, playful smile, the familiar phrase bringing a rush of warmth to your chest. It was an inside joke that had grown between you, a phrase that had come to symbolize the depth of his love.

You laughed lightly, nodding, your heart fluttering. "You've mentioned it a time or two."

"Well," he continued, the playful edge in his voice giving way to something more serious, more profound. His grip on your hands tightened slightly, as if anchoring himself for what he was about to say. "I've been thinking a lot about what that really means. About how much I love you, and how my life has been so much better with you in it. I don't just want boyfriend privileges anymore. I want... something more."

The air around you seemed to still, the world shrinking down to just the two of you. Mingyu's words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and you found yourself holding your breath, your heart pounding in anticipation.

"Mingyu... what are you saying?" you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you searched his eyes, hoping for confirmation of what you suspected.

"... I want husband privileges," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. The words tumbled out like a secret he had been holding close to his heart, and as they settled between you, the weight of them was almost overwhelming.

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sank in, sending a rush of emotion through your entire being. Before you could fully process what was happening, Mingyu reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. The deep burgundy of the box stood out against the black fabric of his coat, catching the faint light from the lanterns around you. Your breath caught in your throat as he dropped to one knee, the world around you dissolving into a blur. The soft glow of the lights reflected in his eyes, making them shine with a love so intense it took your breath away.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly, each word laced with raw emotion. "Will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you, taking care of you, and being your forever? I want to be your husband, not just today, not just tomorrow, but every day for the rest of our lives."

The sincerity in his voice, the way his hands trembled ever so slightly as he held the ring, and the sheer vulnerability in his gaze made tears well up in your eyes. Your hand flew to your mouth in disbelief, your heart pounding in your chest as the magnitude of the moment hit you. The world seemed to stop, the night holding its breath as you looked down at him, his expression filled with hope, love, and adoration.

"Mingyu," you whispered, your voice shaking with emotion, each word carrying the weight of your love for him. "Yes. Of course, I'll marry you!"

The tension in his shoulders melted away as his face broke into the widest smile, relief and joy flooding his features. His eyes sparkled with happiness as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, his touch gentle and reverent. The ring was perfect—simple, elegant, and exactly what you would have chosen. It glimmered softly in the light, a tangible symbol of the promise you had just made to each other.

Without hesitation, Mingyu stood up, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you off your feet. He spun you around in a joyful whirl, the cold air forgotten as you both laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet park. The night seemed to come alive with your happiness, the trees around you swaying gently as if to share in your joy.

When he finally set you down, his arms remained around you, pulling you into a kiss. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks, his touch warm and steady. The tenderness in his grip made your heart swell, and as he leaned in, you could feel his breath mingling with yours, a soft, shared anticipation hanging in the air. When his lips finally met yours, it was as if time itself slowed. The kiss was soft at first, a delicate, reverent connection that conveyed everything words couldn’t.

But then, it deepened, his lips moving against yours with a slow, purposeful intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Each movement was deliberate, filled with a passion that burned through you, igniting every nerve. His kiss wasn’t just an expression of love—it was a promise, a vow sealed with every ounce of emotion he had been holding back. You could feel his love in the way his hands held you, not too tight, but firm enough that you knew he never wanted to let go.

As his lips molded perfectly against yours, the rest of the world faded into oblivion. The cold night air, the distant sounds of the city, even the twinkling lights around you—all of it dissolved into the background, leaving only the warmth of his kiss, the rapid beat of your heart, and the overwhelming flood of emotion between you. It was as if the two of you existed in your own universe, a moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with reverence and devotion, as if the words were sacred.

Tears still glistening in your eyes, you smiled up at him, your heart bursting with happiness. "I love you too, Mingyu. I hope you're ready for all the husband privileges."

He laughed, the sound rich and full of joy, resonating with the happiness that radiated from him. It was a laugh that spoke of a future filled with love, laughter, and countless more moments like this. He pulled you into another embrace, his arms holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "This is the best Valentine’s Day of my life," he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion.

"It’s just the beginning, baby," you whispered back, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw as you looked up at him, memorizing every detail of his face, every line that spoke of his love for you.

The two of you stood there in the park, wrapped in each other’s arms as the lights twinkled around you, the cold air nipping at your cheeks but failing to penetrate the warmth that enveloped you both. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a moment that felt like it would last forever.

As you walked back home, hand in hand, the silence between you was filled with contentment and the unspoken promises of what was to come. You couldn’t help but glance down at the ring on your finger. The excitement of what lay ahead filled you with warmth, and as you leaned into Mingyu, you knew that your life together would be filled with endless love, laughter, and, of course, husband privileges.

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acid-ixx · 10 months ago

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You mention in the first story that the Batfam finally realizes where we are because jon showed Damian our picture while calling us his parent- so I was wondering about how Damian reacted to that? Like did he realize we’d left at that point or did he just get hit in the face with that info?

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a/n: y'all i have clogged nose and i hate it LMAO. anyways, i'm gonna write smth about this soon but damian's character for both the series again & again and this series is genuinely one of the more complicated to write because of how he's raised but it really goes like this—

"jon... what do you mean? that's my—"

he cuts himself off before he could continue running his mouth off. damian ignores the slight raise of jon's eyebrow, his thoughts running a mile every second.

his parent? no, never once in his life has damian considered you his parent, pushing you away whenever you try to bond with him. whatever gifts you gave him, no matter how small, or big, expensive, or inexpensive they are, he always makes a show of ripping them away right in front of you.

he told you himself. you are not his parent, never will be his parent, you'll never replace talia's standing, and there will never be a time where damian will see you as one. dick, jason, tim, literally anyone can consider you as theirs, but damian is a product of two genetically perfect individuals— you are imperfect, and it's not your business to coddle him just because you are merely married to his father in paper.

no matter how much you softly gaze at him with loving eyes, invite him with welcoming arms, praise his passion for drawing; all you'll do is weaken him and damian hates feeling weak, hates how you tempt him into melting into a puddle. that automatically makes you a burden in his book.

he hates you, and he should've been glad you disappeared off of the face of the manor.

yet the record stands still: why are you with jon? why do you hold him like he is the world in the picture? what does he mean by "sorry, damian, but me and my parents are gonna go to the carnival later!"? you, as in, bruce's spouse? why are you with them, of all people?

... why does jon get to have fun, with you? and he doesn't...?

and yet he couldn't reply to him, not when his friend babbles on for longer about his... parent. about how you, make him feel so complete. that you'll be the one helping him with his science fare project, how you two spent the night yesterday building a volcano, how you treat him with ice cream every time he achieves a good enough grade for a subject, how you, you, you always spoil jon, always comfort him, read him bedtime stories, matched bracelets, sung karaoke together, played board games with each other, picked him up from school, help him with assignments—

the more jon goes on, the more damian wants to rip his hair out. he doesn't know, doesn't know why he's suddenly pissed. is it because jon can never shut up, or because he couldn't shut up about you? about how perfect you are apparently? how you're the ideal parent he never once bat an eye on? the domestic life jon seems to brag about, it's something damian secretly wanted, and it's all ripped away from him.

it makes damian wonder, would you have done the same for him?

he knows it in himself, that if he hadn't pushed you away, he might've been in jon's place.

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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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Pretty Please

Pairings- Yandere Caleb x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI/NSFW- a sick fic, you're literally sick from taking care of Caleb (based on the memory in the game) but Caleb knows just how to make you feel better. Don't read if not your thing- he's obsessive asf as we love him, oral sex (f receiving) low-key yandere behavior, Caleb being slutty for you even though you're the only girl he's been with, sweet and also freaky asf - 2k WC

Just me being actually sick ( I have the flu ughh ) and writing this as a completely self indulgent thing- comments and rbs appreciated if you enjoy

You're sick, really sick, after nursing Caleb during a really bad flu, now you've gone and caught it yourself. Ever the caretaker, Caleb is gently spooning some broth into your mouth, holding you up gently, his big hand supporting your head. You hate how good it feels, how good it felt laying against him when he held you all night.

You're both too close, you know that, childhood friends forever, fuck you are all each other even has these days, you never want to ruin it, but your flushed state and addled mind make it worse. You're too sick to ignore how good his cool fingers feel, too weak to pretend you don't crave him all over you.

You take a shaky breath as he puts an electolyte drink to your lips now, you wrap your mouth around the rim of the cup, sipping just so, lip print left on the beveled glass. "I told you, Pip squeak, you were gonna catch it, but someone is stubborn."

You manage a cute little glare, and he laughs at it, as he sets the drink down, running his fingers over your hot forehead, frowning a bit. Even with the medicine you were still running a pretty high fever, breaking just a little sweat that's shimmering on your skin. He can't help but think how pretty you are even sick, but fuck when weren't you?

In his bed, in his arms all night, like pure torture, trying to focus on caring for you instead of doing what he really wanted, to have you wrapped around him, to forget anyone exists but him. He is even taking the slightest pleasure with you depending on him so much right now, selfish but how can he not feel that way, when he's so desperately in love?

"I refuse to be sick." You inform him, making him chuckle, his dark lavender eyes lighting up just a bit, mischievous in their glint.

"Oh, yeah? Think you're so invincible." His voice is a comfortable taunt, a tease as he brushes a droplet off your lips, making you pause then.

"I am! I'll tell it to-" you cough just a bit. "To fuck off."

"I bet you will." He's brushing your hair back, so close now, you pause, looking up at him, breath so quick it makes your chest rise and fall.

Why are you wet while you're sick?

Fuck.

"It's all your fault, you know, playing doctor." You pout now, but your eyes flutter shut as he leans over you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss, eliciting a little whimper that makes him pause, kissing it again. "Feel good, honey?"

"Honey... not Pip squeak?" He chuckles again, looking at you as he runs his thumb in a circle over your flushed cheek, damn near burning to the touch.

"The noise you made," his voice drops to a husky whisper, straight nose damn near brushing yours, and your hands find their way to his soft blue shirt, thinking wildly he'd kiss you then. "It was as if... you really liked it, did the kiss make you feel better?"

You nod then, sighing, and he trembles in his grip of you, desire making him ache. "You can't kiss my lips, you'll get sick again."

"You want me to?" His whisper was shocked, you turn your face then, but he presses a kiss on your hot cheek now, making your grip tighten on his shirt. "You're sweet when you're sick. Look at you, weak like a little kitten."

"Jerk." He laughs again, pecking a kiss on your neck, and that's when Caleb loses control, the insane control he's always kept with you, when he brushes lips on your sweet flesh, and you cry out, and he can feel that heat between your thighs. "Caleb..."

"Yeah? Feeling better yet?" He kisses down your collarbone, tugging at the shirt you wore, swallowing you since it's his shirt, and he wonders if you're wearing anything else.

His bed.

His clothes.

His.

You're his, you're supposed to be his, fuck.

When his hand slips down, brushing your breast, he watches your nipple press against the thin white fabric, making him let out a shaky, heavy breath, and your hand slides up, palm over his racing heart. Caleb has an athlete's heart, but it's fucking racing like crazy, you feel it, eyes locking.

"Where do you need me to kiss it better, Pip squeak? You just tell me."

"Caleb..."

"Aren't I always here for you? Don't I always take care of you?" You swallow now, nodding, as his eyes get darker, plump lips parting, looking up under his dark long lashes as he kisses your nipple over the shirt, and your back arches, cunt throbbing again.

"You always take care of me." He moans again, hands sliding down to your waist now, then your hips.

"So let me make you feel better. Make you feel so fucking good."

"How?" Your innocent whisper almost ends him, he's never asked you outright but always hoped you would wait for him.

"Has anyone kissed you..." his fingers drift down until he finds your slick cunt, your gasp of pleasure making his cock throb and leak sticky precum. "Here?"

"No... you know I..."

"Never like anyone enough to?"

"You're... usually annoying me too much for me to notice anyone." He smiles against your skin, yanking the blanket off you and leaning back on his knees, looking down at you as he slips that big shirt up your thighs.

"Oh, is that it? Just annoying?" He bites his lower lip when he sees it, your bare glistening cunt, emitting even more heat than your fevered skin. "Fuck..."

"You're annoying and... clingy and... attention- ah!" He scoots down the bed, spreading your thighs, slipping that shirt up and pressing a hand on your tummy, breath so close to your cunt you can't take it, gripping the soft blankets under you. "C-Caleb!"

"So no one has kissed you... right..." His lips smack as they press a kiss to your clit, and you weakly jerk, body still aching from the fever now. "Here?"

"No one." Your answer ends him, he rests his head on your inner thigh, trying to fucking compose himself, rigourous military training couldn't prepare him for the scent or taste of you- of course he'd stolen many panties- but the source was even sweeter. "Are you sure it'll um... make me feel better?"

"Well if I kiss your other lips you think I'll get sick, right?" He asks casually, pulling your folds apart and breathing against your tiny clit, making it twitch as he smirks just a bit. "You tell me if it makes you feel better, I'll always make you feel better."

You nod weakly, and soon Caleb, the closest person in the world to you, is lapping his long pink tongue up your slit. Your thighs close, earning a firm smack to them that stings.

"Hold them open." That commanding voice, the military voice of his that makes you ache, you immediately agree. "Good girl."

Good girl!?

You're done, when Caleb slips his tongue up your slit now, juices gushing out of your hole, which he hungrily fucking laps up, as you're shaking, desperate for more. Your hands entangle in dark brown silky locks, just making him moan when your nails press his scalp, when you pull, and he flicks his tongue again.

"Ah!" You're shaking, weak and exhausted, like he's sapping the last bit of hydration from your body, but it feels so fucking good you can't take it.

"This helping, honey? Feel better yet?" You shake your head, earning his grin, you feel every line of his teeth against your plump lips, jerking your hips as he flicks the tip of his tongue up again on your engorged clit. "You need more, then ask for it. How do we ask nicely huh?"

"Pretty please." The words ruins him, fuck you ruin him, he grips your ass then, dragging you closer, and starts eating your pussy in earnest, in ways he's only ever dreamed of, better than lapping your soaking wetness off your panties, better than anything. The first time he's finally gotten the girl of his dreams against his face, and you're falling apart for him.

He feels so good, tongue slipping inside gummy walls that convulse as your hoarse voice echoes in Caleb's spacious room, and the sounds of him drinking you up are fucking obscene, lewd, the squelching wetness mixing with his moans as he laps at you. His fingers press into the plush of your thighs, leaving bruises he hopes stay, and so do you, as you're arching your hips up, weak but willing to give him all of you.

Caleb's grinding his cock against his mattress, aching to slide it in, and fuck he'd love that, to take you, make you fully his, but he knows you'll need energy for that. So for now he murmurs - "Cum for me, would you? You'll feel so much better, won't you? Let me take care of you."

You manage a nod, then Caleb sinks a finger in your tight entrance, the stretch and how full you are too much, he grins, sighing, eyes so dilated they're black with desire, damn near cumming as he presses up, finding your spot, and your body responds violently, you feel it all fall apart, almost hurting with how weak and sore you already are, the pleasure so intense you can't see.

"Caleb, m'gonna-"

"Cum, pretty, lemme drink you all up, hmm?" You're ended, cumming so hard you almost faint, as you feel lightheaded, ears ringing when he laps at your clit and presses a fingertip in that spongy spot, and when you do, you gush so much he has trouble drinking you all up. Dripping down his face, down to the dark sheets underneath you, screaming out so weakly the last of your voice is gone.

"Oh my god..." You're struggling as he presses one more kiss on your pussy now, then your inner thigh, running his fingers up and down your slit, smirking as you twitch, crying out with a voice almost gone.

"Feel better, don't you?" He asks, leaning over you, strong muscles of his arms tense and defined, and you feel it, his hard cock hot and heavy under his sweats, as it rests between you. "Answer."

"Y-yes. But Caleb we..." You swipe some of your glistening cum off his chin, flushing furiously, as he smiles, brows lowering, so dangerous then, he's so fucking dangerous. Your body has used so much you feel exhausted, eyes fluttering shut as he leans on an elbow, brushing your hair back. "We just..."

"I took care of you, I made you feel good. Didn't I say I always will?" He adjusts your shirt now, helping you sit up once more, and you eye his lips.

"Then kiss me."

"Kiss you hmm? You're so greedy, you're gonna get me sick again?" You just nod, energy seeping from your sick body, and he does just that, kissing you, and he grips you so tightly then, shaking with the effort it takes not to fuck into you. "God, taste yourself, don't you?"

"Y-yes..." You hide your face against his chest then, as he holds you close, stroking your hair.

"You're cute I swear, I'd give you anything you ask." He will give you everything, in time. For now, he knows what's best, pulling back and covering you again, brushing your hair gently. "You need to hydrate, you've... lost a lot."

"Oh my god." He's chuckling a bit now, eyes bright, and you feel yourself wanting to tell him everything, but for now he's helping you drink, and then giving you medicine, before holding you against his chest. You drift off quickly, and he smiles as he thinks of how you're going to have to extend your trip, he doesn't think you'll be feeling good enough yet, and he will take care of you, no one else can quite like him.

Had a few requests for more Caleb, I am in LOVE with him during this event my goodness, I am down to write more if you all want! Hope ya'll enjoyedd this was somehow cute and filthy lmao.

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