#GRABBING A PILLOW TO START WHACKING AT U

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GIRL I AM DECEASED -

you call and I come running

rating: E for Explicit! 18+

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

word count: 8K

summary: a drunken confession leaves you and Javi on unsure ground. When an on the run narco douses you in an unknown, off-market drug, Javier has to save you by doing the one thing that may truly well and good fuck him over.

warnings: sex pollen, dub con due to sex pollen, minimal plot scaffolding to hold up a gratuitous amount of porn, minimally edited, feral!javi is best javi, the barest hint of breeding kink, not really butt stuff more like butt touching, light angst, no use of y/n

a/n: comes from @perotovar 's ask for my 100 follower milestone event: hi there! congrats on your milestone!! i saw your prompt list and saw "I’m so sick of this ‘will we, won’t we’ shit." and "A whispered, “Fuck, can we do that again?” against the other’s lips." and thought it would be a really good combination for either javi p or max p? which ever one you feel fits better! 😊 (as for smut, only include it if you think it works!)

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Bogota was begging for rain. At the end of summer, the city and its people had been suffering months of stifling, thick, humid air without a drop of relief. Sweat clung to exposed skin, dampening shirts and tightening waistbands. Heat weighed like a physical presence in the air while open windows and doors sought to tempt in some non-existent breeze, hoping to coax some pity out of the militant heatwave. But the heat and the moisture-thick air stayed, hovering like a cloud of mosquitoes, just as merciless and just as blood-thirsty. 

Night offered no consolation either. Stagnant and cloistered, the sun-bleached air greeted its visitors with a great, warm lick – like the wide tongue of a particularly aggressive bloodhound. The ongoing joke among the locals blamed the blackouts on all the fans, spinning throughout all hours of the day and night, instead of el gobierno barato. Only then came the sigh of ease, in front of whirling blades with ice water behind them. Flapping shirts and mopped brows. Only then, was there relief to the tension. 

Unfortunately, a running car would tip off any narcos in the area, so even that small miracle is denied to the two agents sitting in the darkness of la calle. A crack in the glass window releases a tendril of smoke, not enough to expect a breeze, not enough to wipe away the smear of sweat from across forearms and under knees. 

A drunken confession lingers even thicker in the air.

You thought you could do this. You really thought nothing would change – it was an accident after all. He didn’t mean it – he couldn’t – he was just teasing you, when he leaned over the sticky fourtop in the back of the bar at three in the morning, his breath tangy with the ghost of four glasses of whiskey, his body heat immense and overwhelming as he pressed into you and said – 

Whatever he said, you told him no.

Actually, you laughed and then said no. No, because he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t, he was just teasing you and he would never, ever, ever, ever know how much you actually wanted it and even if – even if you both wanted it, it could never, ever, ever, ever happen. 

It couldn’t. It was so absurd for him to even consider it, you laughed.

And then he never looked at you the same way.

You had done something irreversible. He had said the words, but you had done something irreversible to him. 

Something in the air had changed, maybe forever. And that, that you might have lost your partner, your friend, potential potential potential disappearing in a cloud of Marlboro smoke over bottles of cerveza, that was the worst part. 

He doesn’t look at you the same way.

Or at all. 

He smokes and he watches and he acts like you’re not in the seat next to him. Like his confession hasn’t cleaved him apart.

Nothing’s moved in hours. Neither the target or the shadows in the car. The tension presses up against the windows, hot and stifling. There is no relief.

“I didn’t want it like this, you know,” you say to the sun visor, arms crossed, low in your seat. “I . . . tried to see if Murphy would switch, but I didn’t think the tip would pan out so fast, and I didn’t . . . I didn’t want . . .”

The shadow next to you emerges with his face as he brings the glowing orange light of the cigarette to his mouth. Full lips, short thick hair below his nose, a jawline sharper than any hit of cocaine. 

“What did you expect?” he asks, his voice thick and heavy like oil. It clings to you.

You scowl into the darkness beyond your window. “For Murphy to me a fucking solid, for once. Covered his ass more than once after they adopted Olivia. I just wanted one goddamn –,”

He forcefully flicks the stub of his cigarette out the window as a precursor to punctuate his next sentence. “No. What did you want, if you didn’t want it like this?” 

The acidity in his tone stings you and you unintentionally flinch as if he had pressed the cigarette nub into your skin. 

“Javier, c’mon, that’s not fair.” 

He arches one eyebrow, his teeth clenched in his jaw, hollowing out a pocket of skin below his temple. The overhanging orange streetlights sap the color from his skin.

“So you get to make all the rules now. Got it.” He crunches up the empty box of cigarettes and chucks it in the back seat. You watch him with narrowed eyes as he settles back against the seat with his arms crossed. 

“Why do you have to make this difficult?” You snap. “You know this isn’t easy for me either.” 

“But it is easier than the alternative, right?” After two hours of ice cold silence, he finally looks at you and you can feel the spike of frost in your chest. The twitch in his jaw is the rage in his eyes taking physical form. “Easier than . . . trying. Right?” 

He looks away, already having confessed too much with whisky on his breath, and he can’t afford another slip-up. He knows this. You know this. You want to reach out and touch him but you worry he might physically slap you away if you do. You’ve hurt him in places Javier Peña doesn’t like to admit he has. 

“It’s not that simple,” you say to his thigh. “And you know it.” 

His jaw twitches again. “I’m not asking for your goddamn hand in marriage. I’m just — sick of this ‘will we, won’t we’ shit. I want –,”

“No.” You say and you can feel the word imprint under your sternum. “There’s too much at risk. We’ve been in this fight for too long to get benched and if Noonan even gets a whiff of anything out of whack with her agents, she’ll . . . I want to, Javi, can’t you see that? I really want to – in case I didn’t make that crystal fucking clear. I want to, but there’s no trying for people like us. In a place like this.” The firm weight in your voice pushes on something that makes him look at you again. That rage has dissipated, melted, leaving only a corporeal ache. His brown eyes were endless in their confusion, their disappointment, their hurt. Please, he begs without words. You swallow, your thumbnail digging into your palm to keep yourself from launching yourself across the bench seat of his truck and into his lap. “I want to, Javi. I want . . . you.” 

He drops your gaze as if it burned him. He shifts back, hand coming up to cover his mouth, the side of his knuckle rubbing his upper lip as if coaxing whatever was sitting just behind his teeth back down his throat. 

Javier stares out into the oppressive Bogota night, his clavicle dewy with sweat and he shakes his head.

“Save it.”

You actually flinch. God, you knew it was going to hurt but you never thought it would hurt this much. Hurts so much it claws up your chest with cut-metal knives until you can’t breathe. Until you can’t see as tears flood your eyes.

“Javi, please.” Your voice is calm, despite the small implosion in your chest. “Don’t–,”

“No, I mean – look.” He points out across the dashboard.

The door that has been shut tight for the past three hours has opened. El Corto, a man who lives up to his name, pokes his round face around the edge of the door, glancing up and down the street with the paranoia of someone who trafficks drugs for a living. You turn your head into your shoulder to act like you are adjusting the firearm on your hip to wipe your eyes. Beside you, Javier turns the safety of his handgun and slips it into the back of his jeans.

“You good?” He sounds like Javier, your friend, and that swell of confidence gives you the strength to kick down a door into a whole nest of narcos. You meet his eyes and nod. 

The air is no cooler out in the open when you slip out of Javier’s truck into the dark night of Bogota. Javier strides across the black street, eyes just as fast as El Corto, paranoia just as high. There’s never any telling if the narcos are alone and that’s why you hang back just a bit, eyes on Javier and a dozen other places. 

“El Corto,” Javier snaps, sharp and demanding. The voice of authority. The narco freezes, narrow shoulders going taught. You keep eyes on his hands, your own hovering over your weapon in case he chooses to go for his. “Ven aquí. Tenemos algunas–,”

Without warning, El Corto takes off running, darting off down an alleyway. 

“Fuck,” Javier hisses and pulls his shirt out of his pants, experience the cruelest teacher. But you’ve already passed him –  running your favorite way to unwind, train, and way to avoid your problems, tearing down the alleyway after the shadow sprinting into the night. 

There is something singular about running that is more addicting than any drug the narcos peddled. A chosen target. A finite end. The only thing you had to count on, the only thing to worry about, is how hard you had to pump your arms, the length of your stride, the control of your breathing. Hunting down narcos was a breeding ground for chaos. But not this. This made sense. 

El Corto, despite having about half your stride, makes up for his short stature with speed. You catch only a glimpse of his jacket, then his shoe. A mile through an empty street and he finally comes into view. You’re gaining on him. The unrestrained creature in your chest roars and blocks out the searing pain in your calves, under your ribs. God, you swear you can almost smell him.

Maybe all animals, big or small, can sense the moment before the trap ensnares around them because without warning, El Corto darts left, leaping over a wrought iron fence into the lower levels of an apartment building. He’s gone before you can blink.

Snarling, you squeeze the fence railing as you tuck your legs over it, the momentum of your run clearing you from the tips. 

A voice in your head and possibly behind you is yelling at you to wait, don’t go inside without backup, but you can’t stop. You can’t help it. If you can’t have who you want, this is what you want. This is what you need.

And you need a fucking win. 

You burst through the screen door to an empty concrete room – torn carpet, wall paint chipped away, maybe an old living room – a flash of jeans around the hallway at the end giving a fraction of an indication of your target. So you take off after him, rounding the corner. You watch as he nearly runs through a faded yellow door, the wood cracking and splintering from the force as it slams open into the wall. The door ricochets off the wall, nearly slamming close again, just as you reach it, but the brunt of your shoulder knocks it back again.

And something cracks you across the chest. 

Powder. Blue. Lots of it.

You stumble, your eyes and nostrils burning, as it seizes in your lungs. You cough and hack, trying desperately to unseal it from your lungs, but it barely budges, barely slides loose. Blind and gasping from the heat of your run and through the powder, you veer off course, stumbling into what feels like boxes. Your knees tremble, suddenly unsteady on your feet. 

Through your watery eyes, you watch as El Corto drops the plastic bag that used to contain the powder, a malicious glint in his eyes.

“Puta,” he spits, the slur hardly original for a female DEA agent. He steps back and sheds the gloves you didn’t realize he had been wearing, still watching you with twisted interest. 

You’re no longer coughing, but the air still hasn’t settled in your body. You feel the heat in your lungs rise, expand, then fall, against your skin, as if it is in sync with your heartbeat. With every breath, a sour, sticky warmth presses against every joint in your body, every bone. There’s a knot building at the base of your spine, tightening your hips, and you stumble until you’re seated on one of the boxes, which you now see as packing crates. 

You swallow but your mouth is dry. Head heavy. Distant. Your eyes feel swollen in your skull.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” you whisper. 

He’s not scowling at you, you realize, he’s leering. Eager. Excited. He takes a step towards you. 

A floor above, you hear the sound of the door being breached and Javier calling out your name. El Corto scowls, as though his favorite toy had been taken away, before he tears himself away to the narrow window on the other side of the room. More shipping crates have been stacked against the wall and El Corto scurries up it, unlatching the window. He pauses, glancing back over his shoulder at you.

“Diviértete para mí, putita,” he waves with three fingers as Javier crashes into the room, his gun raised. He spots El Corto just as he slips up through the narrow window – the space no bigger than the width of a child – his foot kicking down the tower of boxes. Javier nearly nabs his ankle, leaping up the concrete wall, as the narco disappears into the night.

His open palm striking against the humid wall is a wet slap. “Fuck,” he snarls, this time pounding with the heel of his fist, “we almost fucking had him. What the fuck ha–,”

He turns and meets your gaze for the first time. His mouth drops in horror.

Sweat blooming across your forehead, you lean over on a crate, limbs trembling, breathing uneven. Every scrap of fabric over your skin burns, your thighs burn, your blood burns, you are burning. The sweat peaks in droplets that run down the back of your neck, under your armpits. Whatever he hit you with makes you want to take off every inch of your clothes –maybe then you could fucking breathe – but even then, it wouldn’t be enough. 

He’s got you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at him, before you realize what’s happened.

“Talk to me.” Javier snaps, that authoritative force sharp and demanding, and it sends an aching bolt between your legs. You whimper in pain, your eyes fluttering. He shakes you. “Stay awake and tell me what happened. I need you to focus. ”

Your lips feel puffy, overripe and ready to split, your jaw tight and throbbing. “H-h-hit m-me with blu-ue – don’t–don’t know what i-it is.” 

Javier steps closer and the scent of his cologne hits you like a train. Groaning, a strange, unwelcome instinct yanks your head down into the curve of his neck, the source of the smell. The touch of his skin beneath your lips is a balm – cool egg yolk over a fresh burn – and you bury your face in deep.

“Oh, fucking Christ, Javi.” Your voice trembles, wavering down into a low moan. That same alien instinct latches your hands over his shoulder, nails digging into the cotton. But it’s not alien, you realize through the muggy, humid fog in your mind – you know this feeling. You are intimately aware of the coiling knot between your legs, your soaked underwear, the tightness of your nipples. But this can’t be happening. It shouldn’t. It shouldn’t hurt like this. 

You gasp, in real pain, a throb that starts clenching your cunt before rippling up your spine and locking your shoulders. You hunch against him, waiting for the contraction to pass. 

“What is it?” Javi holds you, panic evident in his voice. You swear you can hear his heartbeat in his neck. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, goddamn it.” He demands with no bite in his command. 

He peels you off him, you hiss, ripped out of the soothing embrace of his arms, and he makes you look at him. His eyes are wide, mouth twitching. The entirety of his chest is blue, most of powder from your skin covering his shirt.

He cups your cheeks, trying to see if the powder has left an acid burn, as another wave hits and you lock your body, now a battleground against the strangling desire to turn your face into his wide palm and inhale. There’s liquid making the crotch of your pants sticky and it’s embarrassing. It’s mortifying and silly and the ounce of sanity still left in your head keeps an iron grip on every muscle in your body – sanity telling you to not fucking do this. Don’t do this to him. Not when it would mean so much to him.

To you. 

But fuck, you want it. You need it. You might actually die without it.

Tears spring into your eyes, making a gooey muck as they slide down your cheeks and mix with the powder. Whatever this is, you have to fight it.

His eyes dart to your tears, the little bit of powder still on your face, and without thinking, he brushes your tears away with his thumbs.

Sanity cracks the whip – if it gets on him, then –

With the last ounce of strength, you shove him back, as far away from you as you possibly can. The second his warmth is gone from your skin, you tremble and your knees give out. Fresh tears, spurred on by the pain, by the fear, by the shame, spill from your eyes and you curl up against the wall. 

“D-don’t, Javi, don’t. I th-think it’s t-t-transderm-mal–,”

“What do you–,”

You watch helplessly as his pupils contract and then expand wildly, black swallowing that aching brown. He shakes his head like a bewildered animal, sweat already bleeding across his skin, and he stumbles back onto a springy metal cot on the opposite wall. He blinks, hand tightening around his knee. It makes his forearm flex and you have to physically close your eyes, the sight forcing your cunt to clench down on nothing. 

“What . . . what the fuck is this shit?”

You bite your lip, your chin tucked to your shoulder as your body cramps, punishing you for denying it the only source of relief. You squint at him and see he’s half-hard in his jeans. You whimper.

“I-I don’t know . . . new– new party drug?” You grunt, your head thrown back against the wall. God, your skin is going to melt right off your bones.

“This is way fucking worse than ecstacy,” Javier murmurs, his jaw tight. “Fuck, got a bit on me, but you . . .”

He blinks at you, eyes glassy, with sudden and total understanding, with perfect clarity why you shoved him away, and what exactly you need. 

He murmurs your name and you gasp, another cramp yanking new tears down your cheeks. 

“J-Javier,” you swallow thickly, “I know what I s-said before, a-and in the car, but if you ever cared about me, p-please . . . please, just –,”

You can’t encompass all that you need into words, but you hope he understands, is feeling kind despite all that you had done to him. Your bones ache, skin too tight.

He shakes his head, but weakly, his eyes caught on your throat, the wetness clinging to your lips. “You’re just saying that because of the drugs. We have to call Murphy. Get us to a hospital or something.”

“Javi,” you whine and maybe it is the drugs, or maybe he has an inkling of how much it hurts, but he’s across the room in an instant. He grabs you by the shoulders and hauls you to your feet. He drops his head and inhales like he can draw the heat from your blood. The tip of his nose dragged across your jaw is a cube of ice against the furnace of your skin. You shudder, hands clasping around his shoulders, dragging him against you, his hands cupping your hips as if to steady him. 

“I-I’ll give you this.” Javier Peña doesn’t stutter. Your eyelids weigh a thousand pounds as you draw your gaze up to him. “I’ll help, cariño, and then we call Murphy. Okay?” 

You nod, dizzy and overheated and sick with wanting. You nod and tilt your hips forward into his fingers as they pop open the button of your jeans. The sound of the slide of the zipper drives a shiver through you and you feel his cock, fully hard, against your thigh. 

His lips brush your cheek, his voice slurred, dripping slow in molasses, sweet and dark. “I’ll help. I’ll give you what you need.”

The first press of his fingers against your pussy rubs slippery and wet. With a sigh of relief, you drop your head against the wall, hips shoving into his hand, begging for more.

“Fuck,” he wheezes. “You’re already soaking.”

“More, Javier, more.” 

He grinds his cock against your thigh to soothe his own ache. He nods slowly as if dazed, his eyes locked onto to where his hand disappears inside your jeans. “Y-yeah, okay.”

If any hesitation remains, it’s gone when he sinks two fingers inside of you and taps up. You moan and he shoves his knee between your legs. 

“You like that, pretty girl? Does that help?”

“Yes,” you gasp into his neck, his fingers rocking into you. “Yes, Javier, yes!” 

His touch douses the ache, the fire, across your skin, in your spine. With every snap of his wrist, he draws away the heat from your exposed, too-sensitive nerves, easing the lighting storm in your low stomach. The noises you’re making, the noises your cunt makes against his fingers – it should embarrass you, should draw red up into your cheeks and ears, but it’s just more release. You yowl like an animal in heat and Javier’s groin jerks against you. You gain enough sentience to realize he’s fucking you with his jeans on up the wall, his hand never slowing or easing. You can feel yourself gush between his knuckles. 

“You’re almost there, muñeca, I can feel it. Just give it to me. Come for me,” he pants into your clavicle, the spread of bone across your chest. You tighten at the thought of his breath against your nipples, his teeth on the soft weight of your breast –

And you do. You come with the easy brush of his thumb against your clit. White lightning soothes the rage beneath your skin and you shudder in his arms, forehead collapsing against his shoulder. The snap of his hips against your thigh is a bruising rhythm, harsh, feral, an understanding that only something rough and wild can actually save your life. 

“Is that better, querida?” His wide palm pushes the hair back from your damp neck, cradling your heated cheek. His thumb brushes just under your bottom lip. You can feel his own fever, radiating from his skin. “Can we get you somewhere safe?”

But you’re still too high, too taut, to answer him. Another one builds, stacks up on itself every time his rock-hard cock digs into your hip. He scissors his fingers and you bear down onto his thigh. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, but without exhaustion or anger. He sounds almost gleeful. When he looks at you, his pupils are blown wide, sweat making his skin glow. The skin around his mouth is damp. “Alright, I’m not gonna stop. You can have one more. One more, querida.” 

His shoulders tense, the muscles in his back shifting, as he changes the angle of his fingers, renews the pressure of his thumb on your clit. He brushes against something deep inside of you, wet and spongy and never before reached and you arch your back in response, air sucked from your lungs. His thigh nearly lifts you off the floor. 

“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” He taps the spot again and tears flood your eyes and spill down your cheeks. 

“Oh my god, Javi,” you murmur and he seems to like that. You clamp down around him and his hips stutter, his moan deep and coming from an ache in his chest. He inserts another finger and your cunt sucks him in, greedy for more. 

He eases back into his rhythm, raggedly humping your hip, the rough material of his jeans burning between your thighs. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he breathes. “Fuck, I knew it would fucking feel this good. You’re clenching down on me so hard, baby.” 

On the tip of your next orgasm, the haze clears for just a second and you catch him in the eye. This isn’t just the drugs, you know, this isn’t just an excuse for both of you. This is hating to see the other one in pain. This is sharing a worry for a bit of yourself that lives in another body. What passes along the length of your gaze is the exact thing you feared losing. 

Selfishly, you’d rather not have him like this, than not having him at all. 

But this is what it could be, he tells you through an open, gasping mouth, through eyes that pin you to the wall, this is what we could have every day, every night. If you just let me in. 

If you just –

“Come for me.” 

You answer with his name, on a cry high and sharp, and you’re coming – harsh, fast, exploding as you drench him, his fingers pressing roughly into that one sweet spot. 

Javi slumps forward, the weight of him nearly stifling, as he gasps, his hips stilling, stuttering, stopping. His skin flushes cold for a second, sweat cooling his fever, his face buried in your neck. 

You feel it. Against your thigh. You swallow in surprise, the fog parting briefly again. 

“Javi, did you . . .”

He wrenches his hand out of you, releasing his grip on your hip as he lowers you down. 

“I’m not fucking calling Murphy,” he grits out.

*~*~*

Javier is a man of singular focus. Almost dogged and single-minded in his hunt, it’s rare he is even capable of listening to the voice of reason. It’s a different voice than his own that tells him when he’s doing something monumentally stupid. There’s a part of him that knows exactly why that voice sounds a lot like you, unconsciously knowing that you’re the only thing that could give him pause. And yet, there are times when he can shut the voice out, can shut out everything inside of him screaming at him not to do the thing he’s going to do. But this, this decision, genuinely has him torn. There is no right way to do this.

Well, there is a right way. One where he takes you to dinner, buys you flowers, walks you home, tucks your hair behind your ear, kisses you softly at first, then rough, until you beg him to come up the stairs. Despite what some may think, he is capable of being romantic. He can be sweet. He can ask nicely. 

But that is something he is not capable of right now. 

In his post-nut clarity – because, yes, he did come in his pants like a twelve year old with his first porn mag after having his fingers up your cunt for what was all too short – he realized the room you both were in was some sort of safehouse. 

A cot against the wall. A portable stove with something in the pan black and sticky. The crates are empty of any valuables – by the shape and length, most likely guns – but the few that are still full have a few bags of that elicit blue powder. He makes a mental note, somewhere on the very distant laundry list in his brain, to take a bag – with gloves on and wrapped up in several other baggies – to have it tested at the lab. Because whatever this stuff is, it might actually be more dangerous than cocaine.

Especially to idiots like him, he thinks roughly as he yanks the thread-bare mattress off its wiry frame onto the floor. He snatches up the cotton sleeping bag at the foot of the frame and unzips it, the inside facing down. This is such a monumentally stupid idea, he knows it is, but he can already feel that cramp building up his thighs, his cock throbbing awake, arousal clamping down on the base of his spine. And he just got a whiff of it. He can’t imagine what you’re feeling already. Behind him he hears you moan softly, never one to complain or whine when things get tough or hard, so he goes faster. He tucks up the other end of the sleeping bag in what he hopes is some semblance of comfort, but he wonders if that will even matter to either of you when it hits again which, judging by how hard his cock is growing, is eminent. The wet spot on his thigh, beneath his jeans, is sticky, uncomfortable. He needs no further reason to unbutton them. 

You moan, this time louder, higher, again and he turns to face you, his shirt already undone to his stomach.

You’re pale again, skin glossy and sickly wet. When your eyes flutter open, they’re glassy, gaze distant and unfocused. You twitch when that first cramp settles in deep. He thinks, his mind not entirely his own, about how deep the clutch of your cunt sucked in just his fingers and he shivers. He simultaneously wanted to get this over with and drag it out for days. Have you beneath him for days. 

Your legs tucked up beneath you from where he laid you down, Javi approaches quietly, kneeling as he takes off his shirt and goes to untie your boots. He touches your ankle as gently as he can and you shudder, cracking an eye open. 

“Javier, it’s coming back. It’s coming back and it hurts.”

In addition to the many, many agency violations, this is monumentally stupid because he’s obsessed with you. Has been for a while. Not just in a way that makes him want to fuck you for hours flat on your back, but in a way that your smile is the last thing he sees before he goes to sleep and the first thing on his mind when he wakes up. An obsession with your wellbeing, your safety, your happiness. A persistent coiling thought about your laugh, and strength, and the way you can make grown men twice your size tremble in fear. You’re a hunter, just like him, and with your beauty – your staggering, haunting beauty – how was he not supposed to immediately attach himself to you? It came on slowly, his pathological need to be near you, and once he realized what it was, there was no going back. No turning it off. 

He didn’t mean to tell you when he was drunk, but after bagging another narco, it was like he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. A brief glimpse into a world where you both were safe, and happy, and – god willing – together and in this world, he told you and he was brave about it and you said it back and he felt warm all over. But that was not this world, not his reality. In this one, he has to save you by doing the one thing that may truly well and good fuck him over. 

“Sit up, baby, that’s it.” He eases you into his arms and it’s like his touch drags you back into consciousness. Your fingers dig into his bare arms as you take in his exposed chest. 

“Javi, fuck, I don’t wanna beg, but before when you – you – I felt better. It cleared. I don’t know why or how, but with your fingers inside m-me, it . . . helped.” 

“I know, cariño, and I want to help more.” His thumbs press up under your jaw, tilting your head up to look him directly in the eyes. There’s fear there, pain, and it’s agonizing to him. “But I don’t know if that’s what you want.” 

“What I want? Javi, I–,” your eyes widen in understanding of what he’s offering, of what he’s scared to do. What he’s scared to take without your permission. 

You swallow, a pink flush crawling up your throat. “I . . . I don’t . . . I didn’t want our first time together to be anything like this, but . . .” You shake your head, shuffling closer to him, your breathing thinning as the drugs start to strike matches against your nerves. “I just don’t want you to think it doesn’t mean anything.” 

“It’s gonna mean everything to me, no matter how I get it.” He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your chin, just in front of his thumb. You nod, eyes squeezing shut, as you fight this arousal that claws into your skin like meat hooks. He pulls you to your feet, holding you steady as your knees try to lock up. He unbuttons your shirt with shaking hands. 

You touch his chest like you’ve never seen a man naked before. The hesitant, awed touch of you sends all the blood still remaining in his head straight into his cock. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he murmurs to your cheek, your shirt off your body, his hands tugging your jeans down your hips. You nod again, speechless in your relief, and follow your jeans to the ground. Twisting on the nest he made for you, you slide your bra off, your nipples already tight and perk and waiting for his mouth. You huff, a sound so unlike you it makes him genuinely concerned, as the front of your panties darken again. 

“It’s okay, Javi, this is what I want. I want this.” You hate being vulnerable, he knows this, your attitude a front that leaves no room for sexist comments in the bullpen. And yet, here you are, deflowered and begging for him. You spread your legs for him, eyelids heavy, and he can smell the arousal on you. 

He drops to his knees, unsure where to start first, but the blue powder coursing through his veins demanding he puts his hands on your hips, which he finally acquiesce to. 

“I don’t think I can be gentle,” he admits quietly. He wants to nip, suck, slurp every inch of you, wants to see that perfect body bend to his will, to his turning. He wants to fuck you open and stuff himself up inside you so deep it leaves a mark. In his haze, the instinct to fuck supplies him with an image of you pregnant, bred and full of him, and his cock twitches so hard he drops onto all fours over you. 

You slip your underwear over your toes and your knees take him by the ribs.

“Please, Javi, please.” 

He knows it must hurt, must be so blindingly painful for you to beg like this. You never asked anyone for anything and that independence turned him on and frustrated him to no end. 

“Please, be rough,” you ask him from under your lashes, your body writhing beneath him. His hips, on a separate system than the rest of him, thrust the rough teeth of his zipper against your cunt and you keen, the sound imprinting into every crevice and curve of his brain. “Make it hurt.”

Oh fuck, this might actually be the thing that kills him. 

He hushes you, stills your flushed whimpering with a kiss that ends in teeth against the high curve of your cheek. He noses to your mouth, then down to your ear, where he bites on your earlobe. He’s balancing on one hand as his other tugs his jeans down and off his hips. 

He wants to fuck your tits. Come all over them, have his spend flush up your throat, your chin. He wants to come so hard he blinds you with it. And then he wants to flip you over and fuck your ass with his come-lubed dick. 

You wriggle and whine, legs wrapping around his hips, tugging him down onto you when, half-a-mind away, he realizes he just said all of that outloud.

“Yes, Javi, you can have whatever you want. Fuck me however you want.” His blood is boiling now, the white-hot bomb settling itself in the base of his spine, his balls already tight. Why he’s dragging this out is beyond him and possibly a medical detriment to you. 

“Javi, just fucking put your cock ins–,”

He watches as every conscious thought wiped from your mind, brow heavy, mouth seared open as he plugs you full of him in one rough thrust. You shudder and his elbows buckle, his body locked up tight because if he moves, if he dares to rub his cock through your velvet, hot clutch, he’ll come right there. Your eyes roll back in your head as his cock makes space for itself inside you.

“Javi–,” he claps a wide palm over your mouth, his teeth straining in his jaw, his temple twitching.

“Baby, I know it hurts – I know it fucking does – but I need you to stay still.” It feels too good. You’re too hot, too slippery, and soft. He can feel the hum of words behind his fingers and he shakes his head. “Do not fucking move – I just need to – I have to –,” 

He inches in just a bit more and you both gasp to the ceiling when he bottoms out. Your rough curls against his pelvis sears him, hot and sweet like cinnamon. He drools when he thinks about eating his own come out of you.

You only get one word out, one word that sets his whole world on fire: “Please.” 

He rears back, yanks you up his thighs, hands cupping the backs of your knees and he plows into you. Your tiny fingers that have pulled countless triggers and clapped irons on criminals twitch, tightening into the smelly cotton fabric, your mouth contorted open. His pace, his thrusting, is relentless, unforgiving but the look on your face is pleased, an almost maniacal grin across your lips. 

“Oh, right there, Javi, just like that. Just like that.”

He’s faster than he is precise. Precise comes later when the bestial fog clears from his brain, when the lust bleeds out of his system, when he doesn’t want to hump you like an animal with his teeth bared and cock so deep inside of you it kisses your womb. 

Before his mind entirely succumbs to the mounting arousal, he’s grateful he had the foresight to take the mattress down. If he hadn’t, there’s a good chance he would have fuck you, the bed, and himself right through the paper-thin walls. 

And then he lets go. Lets this thing in his chest and hot behind his groin take over, lets himself indulge in whatever carnal, depraved thing sparks in his mind.

He’s fucking you so hard you’ll both have bruises by morning. 

He watches, transfixed, at the place where his soaked cock disappears through your puffy, wet lips into the mind-numbing heat of your pussy. He can’t stop watching. He barely feels your nails digging into his thighs. 

The walls of your pussy squeeze him and it makes him falter, hitch speed. His gaze is torn away and instantly, it focuses on the bounce and sway of your tits. Sweat droplets roll from your neck into the valley of your breasts and without hesitation he bends to catch them with his mouth, tugging you further down his cock. You cry out, hands digging into his hair, as his tongue drags a wet trail over the top of your breast, the tip flicking your rock hard nipple, then beneath the swell where he meets it with his teeth. 

You jerk, pleasure overwhelming. “Uh – oh – oh – fuck – Javi.” The words leave your mouth truncated, cut short by his rhythmic bouncing. He nuzzles your tit, streaking you with his own sweat, not able to stop fucking up into you to really get a good grip on your breast, but wanting to put the whole thing in his mouth. 

“I’m gonna do it right next time,” he swears fidelity to your skin. He grinds his teeth against your sternum. “Next time I fuck you I’m going to pull you apart bit by bit. Starting with these fucking tits and ending with my tongue up your cunt. Maybe your ass.”

Against his cheek, he feels your skin break out in ridges, your whole body shivering at his words. He leans up, grinning wildly and grinds particularly deep inside of you. You still haven’t fully opened your eyes.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You want my tongue up your ass. What about my cock, huh? Want my fat fucking cock inside there?” 

You whine, clawing at his chest, as you nod frantically. He could ask anything of you right now and you’d give it to him. And god, he wants so much.

“It’d hurt, baby, you know it would.”

You nod, words tumbling out of your mouth in a mindless babble. “I don’t care. I want it there. I want you inside me. I want it to hurt. I want you to fuck me raw, Javi.”

He groans, more like a growl, rapidly picking up his pace. He lifts your knees higher and fucks up, the change in angle making you moan so loudly it fills up his ears with blood.

“Tell me where you want it. Say it, querida.” 

“I want it in my fucking ass, Javi.” 

His jaw twitching, that primal, unrestrained urge in him wrapping itself around his spine, he shoves you off him. Wetness dribbles down his lap but he doesn’t let himself smell or see it for long, as he flips you onto your hands and knees, sliding in and pummeling your pussy from behind.

You whine, singing for his cock, and collapse onto your elbows, presenting your ass for him. The pair of you really are just fucking animals.

He presses his thumb to your tight hole, the wet slap of his balls against your ass suddenly the least obscene thing in the room. There’s barely enough room for his thumb there and he tips his head back at the thought that no one had ever taken you there before. His. All his and no one fucking else’s. 

“Javi,” you sob, that preening need gone from your voice as though you are begging him not to go further, but desire kept you from voicing what you actually wanted. 

His bottom lip twitches and he leans down and gently bites your shoulder, grounding you and clearing out all fear. Drugs or not, he’d never do anything you didn’t explicitly ask for, but the second this is all over, he’s going to get on his hands and knees and beg you to let him work your ass open. 

“Not tonight, cariño.” He slides his thumb out of you, his wrist twisting as he palms the meat of your ass. “But I’m not leaving this completely untouched.”

He smacks the jiggling flesh until he sees a pink hand print, earning him a yelp from you every time his palm lands. He feels fresh, sticky wetness soak his cock with each slap, enough for it to dribble down his thigh. He’s not going to shower for a week. 

The higher he climbs, the faster that animalistic heat leaves his blood. You’re not as pale as before, the skin of your back growing a nice healthy flush. As his grip around your hips tightens, he feels your cunt clench around him. If he won’t take your ass tonight, he still wants you puffy and sore. He leans back just to watch his cock pound your pink, abused hole.

“I’m close, Javi,” you admit breathlessly. He nods, leaning forward again, that image of your pussy split open for him deliciously sealed in his mind, and he drags his nose down your spine. Sweat from his chest drops and splatters against your skin.

“I know you are, I can feel it. Can I see your face? Watch you? Can I put you on top?”

You nod and he slips out of you for what he hopes will be the last time in his fucking life. He’s no longer drug-crazed, but he is drunk. Pussy drunk. Drunk on you. Imbibed by the juices trailing down his thighs. He shifts and you swing a leg over his hips, immediately swallow him deep inside you. 

Unlike the courtesy he gave you, you give him no time to adjust, grip his chest, and ride him within an inch of his life.

Your tits swinging in his face, he presses his fingers so tight into your thighs, he’ll be able to count the distinct bruises, and plants his feet. He meets you, thrust for thrust, and he watches your competitive nature battle your overwhelming chase for release. 

“Just come, cariño,” he pants. “You’ve done so good tonight. Just fucking come all over my lap. Let go.” 

His words melt something inside of you and you whimper, curling down over him, which he takes to wrap his arms around your back, and roll you under him. He kisses your chin, your temple, the corner of your mouth. His big palm cradling your head, he grinds low and deep, seeking out that place he touched with his fingers. 

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. You can come.” He prods that spot once and it’s all over. You clamp down on his cock, milking him for all he’s worth because as you arch, mouth open, tears down your face, he comes too. He comes and he comes and he comes until he drips out of you and that breaks another orgasm across you, this one bumpy and leaves you shaking. 

He feels dizzy, unsure up from down, the loudest sound he hears is his own blood rushing in his ears. He’s never been more exhausted. 

He can hear the vibration of you saying something against his throat, but nothing is quite working like it’s supposed to, so he slumps off you, his hand never leaving your skin, as he tugs you against him.

He’ll be dried and sticky in only a few hours – you both will – but that doesn’t matter right now. The only thing that does is the feeling of your heartbeat over his. 

*~*~*

Morning, along with the scent of rain, glides in through the open window and your fingers twitch as sunlight hits you. Your eyes fluttering open, you lift your head from the sleeping bag to see wet puddles on the floor under the window, the concrete streaked and stained with water. It must have rained sometime last night and, shockingly, you didn’t hear a thing.

The heatwave had finally broken. 

It’s not until you’re full awake do you realize his hand rests in the cup of your neck, thumb rubbing smooth, soft circles into the hard knot near your shoulder blade. You smile, groaning softly, becoming more relaxed by how good it feels. 

You roll over and greet his eyes. They’re brown again, the hungry blackness gone, but leaving an edge of uncertainty in its wake. 

He wants to know how you feel about last night.

“You fucked up,” you tell him and that worried crease appears between his eyebrows. You inch closer, your hand curling up against his jaw. “All that time last night, all the time you had me under you, and you didn’t kiss me once.”

You close your eyes, drop your head, and press a fervent, determined kiss against his pink lips. You can feel it as he swallows it in, his body shifting forward, hand coming up to your hip. But just as quickly as it starts, he pulls away. 

Javier shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says almost mournfully, eyes downcast. “I don’t want to know – what you taste like, if . . . I can’t kiss you if this is the last time.”

He’s still respecting your boundary, your wishes, while coated in his release and yours. He knows he can’t be selfish with you again.

You wet your lip, hand still on his cheek. 

“Javier, you saved my life last night. That was some kind of fucked up drug, but if you hadn’t been here and did what you did, I think I would have had a heart attack.” He shakes his head, ashamed and desperate to prove you wrong. You understand his hesitation. It felt too good for it to be anything other than a transgression. “And if anything, it showed me something I think I already knew but couldn’t find in myself to admit. I need you, Javi. I need you because I can’t live without you. Because I love you.”

His eyes light up when you return the words he uttered in the bar. None of this is how it should have been – in an abandoned narcos hideout, but god, there’s not a single thing you’d change. 

“Yeah, baby? You mean that?” You nod as hot, natural desire flashes in his eyes as he pulls your body under him and captures your mouth in his. His warm palm cups your hip, your ribs, up under your arm, and pushes your elbow to your head. There’s more to say, more to worry about, but that fucking heatwave over Bogota has finally broken and Javier Peña’s cum is dried and flaky between your thighs. 

“We should call Murphy,” you giggle, withdrawing your tongue from his mouth. He shakes his head, the blunt edge of his teeth against your cheek. “There’s a deadly new drug on the streets. Lives are at stake.”

“My dick is at stake,” he murmurs, lips hovering over your skin, drawing your knee up to his ribs as he slots himself between your thighs. The smile slides off your face as he thumbs your raw clit in rough, desperate circles. 

“I thought you said you were going to take it slow next time,” you huff, hips rolling against his stiff cock. 

“I will. Gonna take you to dinner. Cup your ass over a distractingly short dress. Buy you flowers and fucking gold jewelry . . . then I’m going to take you home and open you up with my fingers, then my tongue.” 

“So what’s this?” You gasp against his neck as he sinks his cock into you. 

He groans, grunts, as if he hadn’t spent the better part of the night making your cunt his personal possession. 

“This is me, fucking you, before breakfast. Then we call Murphy. Any objections?” 

You squeeze your knees around him, ankles hooked across his low back, sucking a mark into his neck. 

“Not at all.” 

When you do go public, not shying away from holding hands in the office, or openly walking in at the same time from the same car, Noonan is irate, but can’t bring herself to cut her two best agents loose. It seems catching Pablo Escobar matters more than some silly, little government-issued guidelines. She’d get her day in court, but not today. Not for a while. 

Noonan is annoyed. 

Murphy is not. 

“Came across some new party drugs and not a single thing happened, right?”

“You could have found it, taken it home for you and Connie to enjoy,” you say as you slide your arm across Javier’s back, his hand on your hip. He rarely ever takes his hands off you now. “But, no, you bailed on me instead.” 

“Sounds like you should be thanking me, instead of busting my balls.”

“He’s right, baby,” Javier nuzzles your neck. “Could have been him stuck in that basement with me, horny as a cat in fucking heat.” 

You shrug as Murphy makes a face. “I blame the heatwave.”

He leans into your ear. “And I blame your fucking ass in that skirt. I’m gonna take you home, make good on my promise. Any objections?”

“Not at all.” 

[anton-luvr]

hiii can you do Riize's reaction to dreaming of u cheating? Lmao like do u think they would get upset ,worried...? 🧍🏽‍♀️

# WHEN THEY DREAM OF YOU CHEATING ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst ⚝ note ; thank you for req anon!! this was honestly kinda sad to write like damn who would cheat on them 💔 + reqs are CLOSED

# SHOTARO. - it'll definitely upset him a bit, but it won't last long. he knows the both of you love each other too much to cheat, so he'll go back to being the happy unbothered king he is after telling you about it and being smothered with kisses and reassurances from you.

# EUNSEOK. - all sassiness and pettiness will be unleashed. he'll wake up in a cold sweat, reach over to make sure your sleeping figure is still beside him, and proceed to whack you awake with his pillow. shouts a "how could you cheat on me in my dream!?" while you're startled awake, confused. he'll proceed to wrap himself around you and make you promise you would never cheat on him (you really would never) before falling asleep again with his head resting on your chest.

# SUNGCHAN. - he will be very upset. he know it's just a dream, but it kinda messes him over and he's just :( for the rest of the day. it just felt so real and it makes him so uncomfortable and sad. needs extra kisses and hugs and reassurance that you'll never cheat on him.

# WONBIN. - like the drama queen he is, he would be soooooo extra about it. shakes you awake at 2am and will ask 'did you ever cheat on me? be honest.' and you'd be so confused bc why??? would you cheat????? when you have park wonbin??????? you tell him just that, but he's not convinced. writes up a contract that you'll never cheat on him and makes you sign it the next day. both of you know that you would never, but wonbin feels more relieved to have it on paper bc he's silly like that.

# SEUNGHAN. - bro is Not Impressed™. he'll tell you about the dream very seriously, because it genuinely makes him feel sick to the stomach. not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that the dream left him scarred. but once you squeeze him in a hug and get him flowers with a sweet kiss to the cheek, all memories of the nasty dream fades away.

# SOHEE. - he'll be so whiny and upset about it. would be mumbling "how could you cheat on me in my dream? :(" and "why would you do that to me? :(" for the whole day because it was so upsetting. it gets to the point where you have to grab him by the face and tell him for the nth time that you would never do that to him, and you'd find a way to get into his dream to slap your dream self for it. it's so stupid and childish that it makes the both of you laugh, the kiss you press on sohee's lips making him feel better.

# ANTON. - listen... he'll start crying. he has some insecurities, so this just might break him. cries so hard that you wake up and he wouldn't want you to touch him for a while. but once he's calmed down and lets you hug him, he'll cry even more :( he'll also talk about it with you and the both of you will work on his insecurities while he becomes clinger than ever bc you're his favorite person in the world, and he doesn't want to lose you to someone else :(

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[ugotcooneycrossed]

since u said you was doing blurbs , i don’t have a major thoight process for one just maybe like what a day would be like with alessia

a/n: this is awful, my brains not braining and the ending weak but hey! its done😌

alessia is not a morning person.

you know because you cannot count the number of times her ten alarms blare, and her- without fail hit 'snooze' each time.

you lay awake- scowling at the annoying chime playing from her phone for the umpteenth time.

"less- baby, please."

the blonde pays you no mind- her arm tightening her hold on you, she shoves her face into your neck, and you squirm at her warm breath fanning your skin there.

you can barely get an arm out from her hold on you, to tap her on the shoulder- sick of the alarm continually interrupting your peace.

you whack her on the shoulder harder when she doesn't budge, and she barely moves an inch- still unresponsive to the world.

"less."

you try- nothing.

"less."

she's offically dead to the world.

"alessia."

"hey!- you never call me that."

your jaw drops in shock- scooting away from her.

"have you been awake this whole time?!"

she doesn't answer you- pouting in bed next to you. looking down at her lap, her hair messy from sleeping.

"baby- have you been awake this whole time?"

"no- i only just woke up not that long ago."

"you respond to baby, but not your name? hmm strange."

"well- you're not allowed to call me my name, it's baby to you."

"riight. okay baby, whatever you say."

"why are you even waking me up? it's my day off."

alessia- who's too busy stretching to notice you- grunts when you smack a pillow into her face.

"hey! excuse me, i. did. not. wake. you. up. your stupid ten thousand alarms did."

you hit her with the pillow between each word.

alessia grabs the pillow at your last attempt to hit her- and she throws it to the side- wrapping you up in her arms instead, and holding you to her chest.

"shhhh, sleep now."

"less, baby, we can't sleep- there's things to do."

"shhh, sleep time."

"fine. thirty more minuets- thats it."

-

an hour later- you press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"come on baby- time to get up now."

"youre mean to me."

alessia says- smiling up at you from the bed.

"mmh oh yeah- so mean, the meanest, now get up and make the bed. and you can start the laundry when youre up."

"wait- this is actually mean now!"

she calls out after you as you leave the room.

"so mean!"

you yell from the kitchen.

you hear the sheets rustling and alessia starts humming as she makes the bed- you hum along, memorising the song from listening to her. and you smile to yourself.

-

after breakfast is made and alessia has begrudgingly started the laundry. you both lay on the couch- her legs propped up on your lap as you rub her shins softly.

its nice- getting moments alone to just sit with her, both in your own world.

it's not often that it happens now- and as much as you are so, so proud of alessia and everything she's doing for her career

you miss her.

"darling?"

you look at her.

"oh yes? sorry i just got lost for a bit."

"nothing- it's okay. i love you so much."

-

the day continues slowly- both of you working together to finish chores piled up from ignoring it through the week.

and by the time you're making dinner, alessia is hovering over your shoulder stealing pieces of food.

you smack her hand away when it reaches again for the sixth time.

"no- wait for dinner."

"im just making sure its not poisoned baby."

"oh yeah, sure."

she smiles at you and kisses you- grabbing your hips to pull you away- you get distracted in her arms before the smell of burning takes your attention.

"lessi! not again- go away! you're too distracting here!"

-

much later, you're on the couch- cuddled up with alessia, take out boxes on the tea table, the dinner you were trying to make burnt and stuck on the pan- left forgotten in the sink.

you feel her press a kiss to your forehead.

"i love you."

"i love you too... you're a terrible sous chef though."

[vctrvn-ls]

hii i love ur writing sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i was just wondering if u could do dating aj headcanons

Dating AJ•|HeadCanons|

he’d be a menace to you in his YouTube videos and you’d have no choice but to send the most outrageous violations back at him making the comments like: “I give it 2 months” , “they’re gonna end eachother” , “who let them date?”.

every single one of his “shut up”s would have an “I love you” inside it

he’d keep telling everyone that “he hates it when people touch him” to which you’d always laugh because you know that at home there’s barely a second when he’s away from you.

he’d do the randomest things that even you wouldn’t understand. like imagine wearing a tight dress and showing it off to AJ, only for him to call you “Hot” but then adding a “no homo though” at the end. leaving you flabbergasted but laughing.

you’d always and I mean always fight each other for the blanket. before, during, after sleep, it don’t matter your always scrapping about it.

speaking of bed, Aj is the type of guy who’d think out loud and he would wholeheartedly trust you. Like you’d just be trying to sleep and he’d start voicing his 3am thoughts and asking weird questions and the only way you’d be able to shut him up is by flinging a pillow at his face.

also you’d fall asleep in cute positions like in each others embrace or one of you spooning the other, but during the night you’d kick and whack each other on the face because you’re both pushing one another.

whenever you reach over him to grab something he’d bite your arm.

you’d always always always want to touch his hair and most of the time he’d let you as long as you gave him head scratches later.

he’d make jokes or say something funny while you’re driving and it’d be so funny you’d have to literally slow the car down.

he’d have the dumbest puns and pick up lines and he would always use them no matter what you look like and where you are. “If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber” , “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see” , “Do you work at Starbucks? Because I love you a latte”.

your wear each others clothes and it wouldn’t even look weird because his sizes don’t even look that big on you and he likes your style so if one of your shirts looks good on him you best believe he will be taking it.

when he’s tired after a long day of shooting he’d be the absolute sweetest and he’d want to just cling onto you while you’re in bed scrolling on your phone.

he’d also have these random waves of affection where he’d like get you food, buy you something or take you out for dinner or shopping. And after a while you start to notice and you’d make fun of him for being a sweetie and being nice, to which he’d respond with “shut up”. And yes it would be that exact “shut up” that I mentioned earlier.

you’d always have play-fights where you both piss eachother off over nothing but when you actually end up in a conflict you both wouldn’t know what to do because usually it’s always jokes.

most of your fights would start because you’re both exhausted after a long day and as soon as you both go to bed he’d wiggle over to you for an apology hug and you’d fall asleep in each others arms.

sometimes AJ would get jealous of you working with other guys and just generally he’d want to be more protective, but you know him so well that you’d instantly see his jealousy and you would tease him about it until he’s done being a little green goblin because you both know that in reality you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

[kermittedfelony]

going away

Two stories in two days? U guys are lucky bastards xx

Howdy friends! It’s nice to see I’ve got a couple of followers from my stories!!!! Like wtf!!!! Whack. Anyway, enjoy my offering of yet another hurt/comfort story!

Love, kermy <3

Summary: Nat goes away on a long mission; the reader rapidly deteriorates

TW: panic attacks, bad mental health, struggles with eating, self-harm, coarse language

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

C H A P T E R 1

Word Count: 920

You hadn’t slept all night. A sense of dread had filled your body for the entirety of the night. You tried all the usual things that allow you to calm down (you struggled with sleep, as did every one of the Avengers), but none of them seemed to have any lasting effect on you. Nat finally started stirring next to you.

You heard a sleepy mumble come from underneath the mountain of pillows, “morning baby.”

“Morning love. How’d you sleep?”

“Well enough, what about you?”

“Yeah, you know… same as always,” you replied, turning your head to the side. “You hungry?”

Nat poked her head up from beneath the covers and made direct eye-contact with you. “You know it. I was thinking of maki- “

You quickly jumped out of the bed

“Nope! Do not finish that sentence! I’m making breakfast for you. I’m not sending you off without a good as HELL hot meal.”

Nat chuckled from her spot on the bed, “alright, alright. Have your way y/n. I won’t say no to something cooked by you,” she finished with a wink.

You smiled, gave her a kiss before chucking on a hoodie and running out of your shared bedroom door. You were making quick work of preparing the bacon and eggs for cooking when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your midsection from behind.

“What are you concocting this morning?”

“Well, it’s something I’ve crafted over a number of years. Something I’ve poured all my blood sweat and tears into. It has taken generations to perfect. It is a delicacy rarely found in any country or culture. I call it…. bacon and eggs.”

Nat raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“WoOoOow, I have never heard of it before.”

“Oh, it’s a true masterpiece.”

Clint yelled from around the corner, “If it’s so good, I hope you’re happy to share y/n.”

He, Steve and Sam had all just finished an early morning training session.

“You boys better get the fuck in line,”. Wanda waltzed into the kitchen from the other direction.

“Where the hell are you all coming from? Nat, I think there’s an infestation of sea gulls in the compound.”

Nat sucked in a breath, “Yeah, I think you might be right on that one babe.”

Clint and Sam instantly protested the name calling, while Steve quietly chuckled and grabbed a banana from the counter. While everyone was distracted, Wanda sneakily floated a strip of bacon from the pan over to herself before making her escape.

Nat’s voice rose above the ruckus, “alright, alright, clear out assholes, let me eat my going away breakfast in peace.”

“Oh yeah shit, how long is the mission for?” Clint asked.

“Three months. Out on the eastern coast of Russia.”

While Nat reminded Clint of the mission details, your eyes dropped back to the pan as you started serving up the breakfast. You placed the two plates at the table and sat down in your seat. Nat finished her conversation with Clint and sat down opposite you, eagerly picking up her knife and fork to dig into her meal. It only took her 30 seconds to realise you were just staring at her.

“What is it detka?”

“I just-.” You gave a big sigh and looked down at your intertwined hands in your lap, “I’m just going to miss you. A shit ton. I trust that you’ll come back to me, that’s not what I’m anxious about. It’s just, that interim in-between, yknow?”

Nat glanced down at her plate, “I know. That’s the worst part about going on these long missions. But you know that each day that you get through brings you closer to the day we will see each other again.”

You nodded your head before looking back up at Nat. “You always know how to make sense to my brain.”

Nat smiled back, “comes with the job darlin’”

“The job? The job?”

“Ohh yeah, all day, every day.”

Your face void of emotion and with total sarcasm, you replied, “I hate you. You’re fired.”

Having finished her meal, Nat stood and took your empty plate, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you can’t fire me. You love me too much.”

You chuckled and smiled. You didn’t even have to confirm it for her, Nat knew how correct she was.

* * *

After you both finished cleaning up breakfast, you helped Nat pack her final things before helping her bring her bags to the jet that would take her to the safehouse.

Standing at the bottom of the ramp, Nat was holding both of your hands. You had your forehead touching hers, lost in the electric love that she gave you. “I’m going to miss you bigtime.”

“I know.”

“I know the mission is no contact but if at all you get any chance, please send a message.”

“I will.”

“And stay safe, for the love of god, come the fuck back to me, or so help me I will come over there an-.”

“Alright alright, detka. I get it. I’ll do everything in my power to come back to you. I promise I will.”

You let out a big breath, “I love you.” You kissed her with everything in you, stepping back to allow her to walk up the ramp. She turned around when she reached the top and gave a final wave, blowing a kiss to you. When the ramp started to move up, the first tear escaped your eye.

a/n> this was more of an intro, interesting stuff comes next!

chap 2

[workofheart]

eren jaeger relationship hcs

eren’s turn! modern relationship hcs. nsfw under the cut as per usual <3 levi ver.

really clingy. when ur away on a trip or something, he definitely cuddles your pillow and buries his head in it. might also spray your perfume on his hoodie so he can be reminded of you throughout the day (as if you aren’t already on his mind 24/7)

on that note, LOVES seeing you in his clothing. i feel like for most guys this is true and people mention it all the time, but eren especially. it makes him feel mushy and horny at the same time (more on that later) bc it just drapes over your shoulders perfectly. like he sees you and has to suck in a breath and look away to collect himself or else he’ll just become a puddle on the floor

likes hearing verbal affirmations. when you compliment him, tell him you’re proud of him, he gets all warm and fuzzy inside. it means so much coming from you and he knows you're genuine

really goofy, this is to be expected - tries to get you to laugh bc it raises his self esteem and confidence. he just likes looking at you being happy and smiling, it makes him feel so warm inside

definitely hides behind corners when he hears you walking or coming down the stairs so he can jump out and scare you. don’t worry though, because he always proceeds to hug you and kiss your forehead or temple to say he’s sorry but only kind of bc ur reaction was priceless. the little whack u give his arm in annoyance? he lovessss it bc it’s like he knows u still love him even when he is a little obnoxious

eren is definitely one of those enemies to lovers kind of guy bc he desperately wants someone to love him not necessarily in spite of his flaws, but with his flaws. he needs u to acknowledge that he’s far from a perfect person but still love him regardless

his favorite kind of dates are park dates. he likes going on warm & sunny days to throw a frisbee around with you in the open fields. i feel like he’s a basketball guy so he’ll bring you onto the court and play knockout... when he loses, will tell you he let you win on purpose for the sake of his ego 

lolll imagine him critiquing your free throw form or something and coming up behind you to fix it (it wasn’t actually that bad, he just wanted an excuse to be near you)

really needs physical touch. he’s the kind of guy who will always be in contact w you in some way or another. when driving, his hand will be on your thigh or holding yours on top of the center console, same for if you’re out at restaurants but under the table. he’d definitely try and play footsies with you if you’re sitting across from him rather than beside him. when sleeping, he holds you really tight and won’t let you roll over so you better just get comfortable. 

doesn’t mind being ur photographer and taking pics for you. he takes some time to learn the methods for the best pics but he eventually gets it

this is kind of random but when playing minecraft, he always blows up creepers and never fills in the creeper holes :| sorry. to make up for it he’ll get you music discs. also likes just going on little adventures to find a sand biome two thousand blocks away and just walking with you in game

on this topic actually i LOVE the idea of gamer bf eren. like not the league-and-monster-drinking kind but sumn about him in a headset and sitting at the edge of his bed... but he’ll definitely teach you how to play shooter games and will be so nice about it, won’t get mad at you, will give you little kisses when you’re not doing well and getting frustrated, and if you’re playing in online lobbies together he’ll stick by you the whole time and carry you

always sending you tiktoks & tries to get you to do all the trends with him. they never go viral but he goes back and watches them when he misses you

i peg him as a cat guy! really good with animals in general. i think most people would expect him to be a dog person since he can be loud and rowdy and excited, but on an emotional level i think he also just likes to be calm and relaxed and would get along with cats well. also teases you when animals reject you for him.

definitely writes about you in his journal. he jots down funny things you say or do or moments you shared so he never forgets any of them, and when he misses you he’ll read through them :( imagine when you’re so much older and he has documented proof of his love for you back when he was young please it makes me cry

also writes down little poetic words or things that remind him of you. he’ll hear a quote in a movie or a book or a song that instantly makes you pop into his head and he just has to write it down. he’s probably tried writing poems or songs about you, but he keeps those really secret because he’s embarrassed

this is kind of random but i think he’s a total beach person! likes going to spend days in the sun, builds sand castles and asks for your rating, drags you into the water to swim with him, will dive under and grab your ankles to freak you out, also looks really good in swim trunks but that's besides the point

he hates to see you upset and tries to cuddle the sadness out of you. when needs be, he’s a really good listener and doesn’t mind letting you just vent. when you cry, he pulls you in for a really tight hug and cradles your head - also because if he sees you crying, he’ll start to cry too because he genuinely feels for you 

tries his best to take care of you when you’re sick. not really a good cook or anything, but he’ll make you a grilled cheese or a pop tart, albeit a little crispy even though it’s his third attempt. doesn’t mind being near you and isn’t afraid of getting sick so he’ll cuddle you anyway

loses focus when you’re talking to him sometimes but it’s not because he’s not listening, it’s because he just gets caught up in staring at you and how you look when you talk bc he just adores you. when you snap him out of his, he always gets all red and blushy :(

nsfw under the cut (18+)

really likes sending & receiving nudes/lewds. he always goes for the torso selfie to show off his chest/abs when sending, and it doesn’t matter to him what you send back because he’ll like anything you have to offer

and his responses aren’t lame either. NOT the type to send you a thumbs up or a “ayo you sexy as hell fr doe” - he will hype you up with dirty talk because he seriously means it. honestly might just send you a voice message, or call you if you’re alone and available bc while he might look at pics of you from time to time for aesthetics, the majority of the time he’s jacking off

so you know how i said he likes seeing you in his clothing? he especially likes nudes of you in his clothes. send him a pic wearing his zip up hoodie & nothing else and he’s yours 

he prefers being in control/being on top but doesn’t mind if you want to take the reigns every once in a while

throws his head back and groans when u give him head. that's the image.

one of his favorite positions is when you’re in doggy but he pulls you up by the arms so your back is against his chest. he’ll snake a hand around to rub tight little circles on your clit, might put his hand around your throat if you like it. heavenly.

reallyyyy dirty mouth omg. asks sooo many teasing questions, likes hearing you say his name. “you like that, princess?” “louder for me” “who’s making you feel this good?” ugh and it’s not awkward either he makes it sound so good

has a lot of energy and a lot of stamina. stroke game will make you pass out, he’s so smooth and sets such a rhythm with his hips

things that get him going: kissing under his jaw, especially up by his ear. sucking his fingers. tugging on his hair. running your nails down his back.

pins your thighs to the bed when he eats you out. likes to make you squirm and loooves to edge you. super teasing in every way

can we just talk about his voice for a sec... he has the prettiest moans and isn’t afraid to let you know how he’s feeling. when you’re in missionary, he’ll hold himself up with one elbow, hold your hand with the other, and will lean down to moan right in your ear. sometimes does it on purpose bc he knows it turns you on from how you clench around him

usually has a death grip on that sensitive spot between your hips and your waist so he has something to hold on to while he pounds you

when he cums, he 100% buries his face in the crook of your neck, might even bite down from time to time 

can totally see him going harder if he knows there’s people around, he doesn’t care who it is that’s outside the door but they’re gonna hear how good he’s making you feel whether you like it or not

wants to see your face when you cum. will definitely tell you to cum for him and keep your eyes open when he’s really feeling it - your expression makes him nut so fucking hard lawwddd

daps u up after sex just cause he’s weird like that lol

[judeswhore]

Can you write sth with the fluff prompt list (number 10 & 12) please!! I love your writing 🥰❤️

numbers 10 & 12 from the fluff prompts list; lazy days and wearing their clothes

also thank u sm i hope u enjoy <3

is that mine? - mason mount

Mason’s fingers brushed through your hair, the tips lightly massaging your scalp as you leant your head against his chest. You’d wrapped your arms around his waist, your body tucked against the side of his from your place on his L shaped sofa. Your leg was tucked between his, blanket thrown over your bodies.

Love Actually was playing on the TV, Mason had complained that it was still far too early for Christmas songs but you’d won him over with kisses and the promise that he could pick you next movie. Even though it was still mid afternoon Mason’s house was pretty dim lit thanks to the large black out curtains he owns. It was very rare you got to spend full days together so when you did get those opportunities it was spent doing absolutely nothing, snuggled up on the sofa.

“Who’s your favourite couple?” Mason asked voice vibrating through the top of your head where he’d leant down. You traced your finger over the faded colour of his shirt, humming softly.

“David and Natalie. I like that he went to her house and her families school play.” You tilted your head slightly so you could meet his eyes, fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “Don’t tell me yours is like Harry and Karen.” Mason shook his head with a smile.

“Harry was a prick for trying to get with his assistant or whatever she was. I like the two porn stars.” You rolled your eyes at this, sitting yourself up next to him.

“Of course you do.”

“What? I think it’s romantic how they fell in love on set.” You flicked him right between the eyebrows.

“The others were so much more romantic. What about Mark confessing his love for Juliet while pretending to be a singer.” Mason shuffled himself into a sitting position too and pulled you into his lap, hands settling on your thighs.

“I’d do that for you y’know.” He started pressing kisses along your jaw, you fingers pressing against the back of his head.

“Confess your love with cards at my front door?”

“Serenade you. John Hughes style.” He pushed his hands under the jumper you had on, settling them snugly on your rib cage. His mouth ran across your chin until he could press a teasing kiss against your bottom lip.

“I want you with a boom box on a lawn mower outside my house.” You told him, cupping his jaw so you could run your thumbs over his stubble. “I want you to scream from a mountain that you’re in love with me even though no one can hear you.”

“I haven’t got a lawn mower, can I use Summer’s electric car.”

“Nope, do it right or don’t do it at all. Best get out and buy a lawn mower.” Mason just shook his head, laugh muffled when you kiss him, your grip on his jaw tilting his head back. He ran his hands over your side and up for back, head leaning back so he could gaze up at you.

“Is this mine?” He tugged at the material of your jumper, faded black Nike and obviously from Mason’s collection.

“Stole it the last time you were away. You can have it back after tonight though, it doesn’t smell like you anymore.” Mason’s eyes darted back to yours, eyebrows raising.

“Y’know, you could just buy the same aftershave I have and spray it on your clothes if you wanna smell like me so bad.” You shook your head, starting to climb off his lap.

“First of all, you probably pay like £300 for your aftershave because you’re an idiot, so, no. Plus it’s not the same. It still wouldn’t smell properly like you.” You stretched your arms over your head, giggling when Mason tried to jab his foot into your side.

“Where are you going?” He continued to poke at you with his toes and so you took the pillow from the end of the sofa and whacked his leg with it.

“To make hot chocolate. And get food, I’m hungry.” You threw the pillow at Mason’s head but he dodged it, sitting up so he could grab at you instead. He tried to pull you back on to the sofa, lips turned down in a pout.

“Come back.” He whined, fingers clasped around you wrist. “Make it later.”

“No, I want it now, get off.” You managed to yank your hand free but then Mason was on his feet, arms going around your waist so he could throw you over his shoulder. Your laugh of surprise was like music to his ears as he jolted you towards the kitchen, arm help across your thighs to keep you in place.

“You’re so annoying.”

“I’m helping you out here. Ow! Stop nipping my arse!”

“But it’s just right in front of my face! I can’t not pinch it.” You argued, trying to fight your way up. Mason let you struggle so you were finally upright, legs now wrapped around his waist. “The blood has rushed to my head.”

“Hmm, you look like a pretty little tomato.” You yanked playfully on his hair at this, revelling in his hiss of pain. “Mean. Sit here.” Mason set you down on the kitchen counter, fingers rubbing at his head.

“Are you making me my hot chocolate?”

“Yes, obviously. You want popcorn?”

“What sort of question is that?”

“Right of course, film days aren’t film days without popcorn.” Mason started preparing your drinks while your distracted him every time he passed you by grabbing on to his hand and pulling him in for a kiss.

You’d been in the middle of kissing him, legs around his waist again to stop him from moving away, when you’d grinned against his mouth. “Wanna let me ruin you in Scrabble?”

Mason grumbled against your lips before throwing his head back and groaning even louder.

“I hate Scrabble.” You rubbed at his jaw with your thumb, finger pressing against his chin.

“You just hate it because you always lose.”

“That’s a valid point.” You tilted his head back down to yours, lips against his as you spoke again.

“Okay well, why don’t we make it more interesting.” Mason’s hands pressed into the counter top by your thighs, effectively caging you between them.

“How?”

“Any time one of us gets a particularly good word the other has to take an item of clothing off.” You grinned up at him, thumb swiping against his bottom lip, playfully tugging it down.

“Okay, sweetheart, got yourself a deal.”

[bbugyu]

when you were waiting for him, jeonghan couldn't help but drive a little too fast to get to you.

neverending artistry | spin off

8.6k | sugar daddy!jeonghan x uni student!fem reader, smut, kinda fluffy bc i can't help it, light bondage, daddy kink, dom!han and ultrabrat!reader (aka me), i think u cry at one point but i swear it's not that bad, unprotected sex (pls use condoms don't be like y/n and jeonghan), almost butt stuff, there are also fun domestic scenes featuring the besties, vern and chan, and the best pa ever boo seungkwan

i've been thinking a lot about architect jeonghan lately, and i realized that neverending artistry mostly focused on seokmin (how mc and han fell for him, their sex with him, etc.) and wanted to show how fun n sexy this couple is before they became a throuple. so enjoy an obsessive look at the sex life of prolific architect sugar daddy jeonghan and musical theory major sugar baby y/n!

~

when you considered most things in your life, you saw it as pretty standard for a third year university student. you went to classes during the week, got food with friends whenever you had the chance, and holed up in your tiny officetel when you needed to finish procrastinated projects. you were coworking with two of your best friends at their shared apartment when you exhaled heavily.

"she's complaining again," chan said, not even looking up from his ipad, pen in hand as he highlighted his digital textbook. you rolled your eyes just in time for vernon to catch it as he looked up, making him stifle a laugh.

"it's finals next week," you groaned, conducting a controlled fall backwards to lay on the floor, crossed legs still tucked under the table you all sat around. "am i not allowed to complain?"

"no," chan stated plainly, finally giving you a look of fake pity. "vernon has the same finals as you, i have more, and we both work. you have nothing to complain about."

"hey!" you sat up. "i work!"

chan blinked at you. "sorry, i forgot you have to appear at fancy galas with your rich boyfriend on weekends. are you serious?"

you clicked your tongue, annoyed. "he's not my boyfriend."

"right," he corrected. "sorry. sugar daddy."

you looked at vernon, mouth gaping. "you gonna let him talk to me like that?"

he looked at you with an uninterested look in his eyes, a hand going up to adjust his beanie over his forehead. "i let you talk to him like that, so…"

"whatever," you said, checking your phone for the first time in over an hour. the three of you had an agreement: no phones during study hours, otherwise you all end up sharing stupid videos and losing time. you were usually the one to break.

"no phone," chan reminded you, pushing a palm into his cheek after adjusting his glasses on his nose.

"get bent, loser," you said, proving vernon's argument with a perfect example before noticing the notification you had received from the aforementioned rich boyfriend. "speak of the devil."

"oh?" vernon perked up. despite the shit your friends gave you for your less than conventional job, and how that shit had increased sevenfold when you told them jeonghan had asked you to work with him exclusively, they did still found it vastly entertaining. "wait, lemme guess. a grand re-opening of a hotel. i bet it's haunted."

you laughed at him then shrugged, pouting out your lips as you read the text. "he's asking if i'm busy now."

"yeah, we're studying," chan said immediately, looking between the two of you as you both stared at him silently. "seriously? finals start in four days."

you looked at your laptop, pursing your lips. "i mean, i'm basically ready to submit this project, and it's not due til tuesday…"

it was chan's turn to roll his eyes, throwing his pen down in annoyance and leaning back on his palms. "remember last year? when we all cared about our classes?"

"i care!" you insisted. "remember when you ditched our study date on monday?"

chan grabbed a pillow off the couch and whacked it towards you, making you squeal as you defended yourself. "i had a shift at the restaurant, you dick!"

"okay, and?" you grabbed the pillow from his grip, threateningly drawing it back just to make him flinch before planting it in your lap and putting your attention back on your discarded phone. "i might be picking up a shift last minute. we all gotta make money somehow, lee jungchan."

"at-" he paused to look at the corner of his ipad. "11:30pm? sounds innocent."

"hey," vernon interjected. "plenty of innocent things happen at 11:30. maybe he just wants tteokbokki."

you laughed, typing out a response on your phone. "yeah, probably something like that."

han💝: are you busy right now?

25 minutes ago.

you: sorry, i was doing school stuff with the guys. i'm wrapping up now tho, whassup?

han💝: have you eaten?

you: i did~ you?

han💝: yup 😇 when are you free?

you stared at your screen for a moment. jeonghan wasn't the type to beat around the bush when there was something he wanted, and you had definitely been wrong about how innocent his late night weekday text had been. you swallowed, thinking about how you had insisted to your friends that he was definitely not your boyfriend despite the tabloids saying he was. it was an act, you told them. that he just wanted the rumors to stop, and he had fun with you. they had bought it, but you hadn't divulged the tiny detail that you were definitely fucking him on occasion - sometimes for fun, and sometimes purely to fill a need, but always the most fun you'd ever had. you also hadn't admitted the probably more relevant information that you may have already exchanged i love yous with the architect, nearly three months prior to your current study session, despite not taking the time to redefine your relationship with one another. you glanced up at vernon, who was spinning his pen in his fingers as he read from a textbook, then over to chan, who had resumed his digital highlighting in favor of stewing over your questionable decisions.

you: i can be home in 15?

han💝: i can be there in 25.

you: making me wait a whole ten minutes? 🤕

han💝: 🙄 you better be waiting

you exhaled, closing your laptop. "i'm going home."

chan's head fell to one side. "really?"

you scowled at him. "i finished my project, which is more than i had planned for today," you said matter of factly, pulling your bookbag over from where it was leaning against a wall. "how's the organic chemistry study guide?"

"shut up," he groaned, collapsing over the table. "what kind of idiot goes to college on a fine arts scholarship and then minors in environmental sciences?"

"our kind of idiot," vernon said, watching you put your things away. "hanging out with jeonghan?"

"yeah," you said, looking at the time on your phone again. "you were right, we're getting tteokbokki. i'm gonna change out of this white shirt."

"told you," he said, looking at chan as he put his chin on the table, pouting.

"how come we don't get to go get tteokbokki with you and your rich boyfriend?" chan asked, head bobbing as his jaw stayed stationary against the table.

"not my boyfriend," you said again. "also, it's rude to invite yourself."

he groaned, sitting up. "then invite us!"

"maybe next time," you said, standing from the table and grabbing your phone. "i'll see you guys tomorrow?"

"yeah," chan confirmed, then pointed at you as vernon stood. "lunch tomorrow! don't forget. don't flake."

"i won't, jesus," you laughed, looking at vernon. "can you believe this guy?"

he widened his eyes at you in a look of solidarity, making you giggle and push his shoulder lightly. he chuckled and asked if you needed company walking home.

"i'll be okay," you said, pulling on your jacket. "thanks, though."

"'course. hit me up if you need anything." he gave you a peachy smile that spread to your face easily. "have fun. see you tomorrow."

the walk was quick, but colder than you expected, and you were huffing into your hands as you rushed into your apartment building. you were forced to take the stairs due to the broken elevator, hopping up each step and quietly laughing at the way jeonghan would react when he saw the out of order sign when he arrived.

once in your apartment, you changed out of the white shirt, exactly as promised, but not into something that would have better chances at surviving a late night tteokbokki excursion. you chewed your lip, looking down at the two options you had laid out on your bed, knowing you had to wrestle one on before you could start cleaning - jeonghan had knocked on your door when you had one leg in a pair of stockings in the past, and you didn't plan on repeating that stress inducing 53 seconds in which you practically tore a hole in them trying to hurry.

over the last few months, you had learned many miscellaneous things about the architect. he loved ice cream, but hated the way it made his stomach hurt. he, as a rule, changed his hair dramatically every three months, and while he had been a mousy brunette with bangs that just brushed past his eyebrows when you met him, he had since decided that he wanted to try blonde again, and let it drape more dramatically around his features. he loved his crew like they were his family, taking care of them in all the subtle ways they needed. he couldn't help but sing along to songs if he knew the lyrics. he thought anything pink was immediately cute.

you had also learned a few very important facts about jeonghan. one was that he never flaunted his wealth, but never hesitated to use it. he had a habit of letting a smirk betray his intentions when you mentioned something you liked, quickly normalizing his face before asking what you'd do for it. second, he loved winning. he would make bets with you and do just about anything to make sure you lost, whether it was suggesting a bet over a fact he knew he was right about or to decide who would get to eat the last chicken leg, a smug look on his face as you got ready to fight him for being a piss poor winner. third, while you would think he liked being right, too, he actually smiled more when you proved him wrong, and you knew it was because he loved being reminded that, despite everything different about the two of you, you were still equals.

most importantly, at least today, was the fact that he thought you were beautiful in a dress, but he was a real sucker for a t-shirt. and subverting expectations was one of your specialties.

you had done this a million times at this point. too many times, you thought, when the clerk at a lingerie store commented that you were using a different card than usual - jeonghan had decided to get you your own instead of just handing over his - causing you to radiate heat for nearly an hour afterwards. but somehow every time felt more exciting than the last.

red. red was the right choice, even if it was a little more complicated to put on. once you had tied off in all the right places, you put on a shirt that fell halfway to your knees, then hurried to clear your floor.

jeonghan was punctual, as always, texting you a quick "two away" that sent you into a near frenzy, whipping the white duvet over your bed so it laid straight, instead of bunched at the foot like you had left it that morning. kicking a drawer back under your bed on your way, you rushed to the bathroom and cleared the counter into a basket that got shoved under the sink, then quickly sprayed your perfume.

when there was a knock at your door, you were doing a last check of the apartment, making sure there was nothing too out of place as you backed your way to the front door. finally, you spun around, unlocking and pulling it open to reveal your thursday night appointment.

"why didn't you tell me your elevator was broken? i would have made you come to me."

you laughed, your hand going up the door as you leaned against it "hello to you too, jeonghan."

he smiled at you, eyes making a not so subtle glance down your bare legs, hands in the pockets of an unzipped padded coat over what he had clearly worn at the office that day - slacks and a shirt with vague wrinkles around the collar, evidence that he had taken off his tie in the car. you smiled back at him, and he stepped into your threshold, asking how you were.

"well," you said, helping him take off the coat as he toed off his wingtip shoes, hanging the coat on the hook behind your door. "i finished a final project that isn't due til next week, and i feel confident about two of my three exams, so not too bad."

he chuckled at you, brushing his own hair back before pulling you into his arms. "look at you, university student. what, three more terms?"

you giggled into the kiss he gave you as a greeting. "four. but you knew that."

he smiled against you, caught in his own pointless joke of pretending he didn't hold onto every word you said. his hands ran over your hips, your shirt bunching up slightly between his fingers as he enjoyed the way you felt. he had seen you this weekend - a convention for a keynote and a welcome party - but he had taken you home early with an innocent kiss at your door so you could study. he hadn't gotten to rememorize the way your spine curved under his touch, your arms over his shoulders as he kissed you again, deeper. you let out a small noise when he squeezed his palm against the flesh of your ass, unable to help the giggle that fell from your lips when he pulled away slightly, his thumb feeling over the lace of your underwear.

his eyebrow raised slightly. "you said you were studying with the guys?"

you rolled your eyes. "i had time to change."

his head tilted almost imperceptibly. "so you were actually waiting for me?"

"sure was," you attested, emphasizing with a cock of your own head. "i'm always waiting on you."

he started to back you up just then, invading your space until you were forced to step back, but he confidently guided you through your small kitchen to the main living space of your officetel. his face was right up against yours, close enough to be necking, but his eyes darted around the room quickly before his lips curved into a smile against yours. "you had to clean, didn't you?"

you shook your head, pivoting on your heels and backing yourself up against your small counter. he happily readjusted, a hand landing on the counter beside your hip as you caught him in a fleeting liplock. "i'm always waiting on you, hannie."

and that was when he gave up on letting you speak, because he had been craving something for almost two weeks now. because he had been thinking about you all day. because the thought of you spending even innocent time with people that weren't him when all he wanted was to be with you, all day, every day, was enough to make him forget about anything else. so he put a hand on the side of your neck, tugging you into him as he dove deep enough into you to make you moan. your arms pulled back, fingers grasping at the collar of his shirt as he pulled your thigh up his hip. you quickly put the heel of your palm on the counter, other hand staying on his collar as he kissed you desperately, pushing yourself onto the surface so he could pull back and run his hands up your thighs, eyes fixed on anything the shirt would drag over. you put your hands on the counter behind you, arching your back slightly as his hands drifted towards your waist, revealing the red lace over your hips and the satin that tied over your stomach.

his eyes flicked up to yours. "did i buy this for you?"

your lip tugged between your teeth. "technically, you buy everything for me, boss."

he breathed out a laugh, tugging the shirt - and, by proxy, you - close enough for him to kiss you before pulling it over your head. you sat up while jeonghan threw the garment knowingly towards your hamper, undoing more buttons on his shirt. when his eyes landed on you again, you almost felt small. like a lamb caught in the sights of a wolf, and it was a feeling you knew well now. you felt his gaze running up your body, his hands barely drifting over your skin where the satin revealed it as he took in the the way the fabric crossed over your chest, breasts hardly hidden under the lacy cups. a present, almost. the best one he could ever ask for, tied neatly with a satin bow just above your belly button. goosebumps went up your arms when his eyes met yours again, and his fingertips worked their way under a strip of fabric, pulling you by your waist so he could devour you.

red was the right choice. even if it had been a little more complicated to put on.

his hands went to your ass almost immediately, closing the already barely there gap between you as he pulled you off the counter. your feet landed on the floor, and there must have been confusion in your brows with the way jeonghan chuckled into your mouth, hand securely on your jaw.

"you're too good to eat in the kitchen."

"funny," you pondered, the word brushing over his lips in a way that made his jaw drop ever so slightly. "hasn't stopped you before."

if you really had been a lamb, you would have been the easiest prey he had ever encountered - you couldn't help but fight back, and what chance of winning against your natural predator did you, the obvious prey, have? but if jeonghan really had been a wolf, then he would have been the stupidest in the pack, because he went and managed to get seduced by his dinner, and if he got a do over, he would do it the exact same, again and again.

you gripped at the collar of his shirt, pulling him with you as you backed into your small living area, giggling when you left his lips for a moment, skipping once to close the distance to your bed and standing dutifully by it as jeonghan caught up to you, a smile on his face as he watched you. you draped your arms over his shoulders, hands landing at the crown of his head as he slotted himself under your presence. his hands went to your shoulder blade and the small of your back respectively, your skin warm against his fingers that had just been exposed to the late december night. he kissed you for a long moment, seemingly getting lost in the way you engulfed him in the most intoxicating feeling he had ever experienced.

your hands landed on his nape, fingers raking through his hair as you focused your effort into molding your mouth against his. he seemingly woke up, remembering that there could be more to this than just swapping saliva for the indefinite future when he scooped his hand under your ass, the tips of his fingers brushing against you and pulling a moan from your chest. he pulled away a second, giving you a dreamy smile before placing his other hand on your chin, holding your mouth open as he lapped into it once, then watched you gasp as he pushed his fingers over you again.

"so you're needy, too?" jeonghan mused, thumb and forefinger firm against your jaw, and you let out something between a whine and a moan, wishing he would just hurry up and feel how wet you were instead of just teasing you about it.

"it's been a hard couple of weeks," you admitted, swallowing once to coat your dry throat. "i missed you."

his eyes ran over your face at your confession, studying you for just a moment before a small smile broke on his lips. "i missed you, too, angel."

when he kissed you again, you exhaled into it, your arms wrapping around his neck. he smiled again, against you this time, before he pushed at your hips until you were torn from him, spinning you until a firm hand on your spine bent you over your mattress. your heart fluttered, a hand instantly going to curl around where his fingers found grip on your waist. you hurriedly pulled your knees onto the edge of your bed, curving your back as he tightened his grip, tugging your hot core directly against the bulge in his pants.

you moaned out, pushing your cheek into the bed and looking back, gaze running up his mostly open shirt and dishevelled blonde locks. his eyes found yours, hips teasing you with exactly what you wanted and too much clothing to enjoy to its fullest. your mouth gaped, the hand not occupied by his reaching back and gripping lightly at the fabric of his slacks, trying to pull him closer, hinting at the need for better satisfaction. he smiled again, quickly reaching down and grasping your hand, pushing it up your back and making you whine as you clutched at his fingers.

"here's an idea," he pitched, confident in what he had come up with. "what if i use your pretty red ties to keep your hands out of my way?"

you gasped, pushing back against his hips, trying to work out how he could hardly react when you already felt like falling apart. "jeonghan, please-"

"who?" he asked playfully, fingers gliding under the red across your lower back.

"please, han-"

"who?"

you whined. "daddy, please!"

he pushed his hips against yours again, making you cry out and bury your face in your duvet, the smirk not leaving his lips once. "that's my angel."

and while you wanted to give him shit for so quickly undoing the ties you had to work out hardly ten minutes prior, the way his fingers ran over your ribcage to undo the bow on your stomach made any coherent word escape you. he pushed your wrists together against the base of your spine, and you obediently let him tug the satin taut over your stomach, but slipped a finger under it to make sure you still had give before folding them over your wrists and tying a bow there, instead. you squirmed your hips against him as your fists clenched, and jeonghan lost control of his hips for an extended moment, letting them roll against you until you were babbling.

you were making an increasing wet spot on the front of his slacks, and even though he knew he would have to leave here wearing these at some point in the near future, and he had never left your apartment without running into at least one of your nosy neighbors, he couldn't find it in him to care, because with every cant of his clothed member against your hot, soft cunt, he was getting closer and closer to sinking in completely, and that's all he could think about.

you gasped for breath, impatient. "damn it, jeonghan-"

"i thought we agreed-"

"-i'm always fucking waiting for you," you whined, looking back at him again. "don't tell me this is all you've got."

he smiled, crooked and impressed, then backed off. you gasped at the loss, your wet panties catching the vague breeze caused by him pulling away just before he yanked your hips up, bettering his angle to stare directly at the sopping fabric as he ran a thumb over your slit, fingers digging into your ass cheek. he undid his belt with his right hand, yanking it out of the loops of his pants as he distracted you with his touch. your arms strained, wanting to brace yourself, but you were forced to settle for gripping your own forearms as he pulled his needy cock out of his pants.

you gasped, pussy clenching in reaction when he tapped the head of his cock against the wettest spot in your panties, and he couldn't help but push against your reactive hole when he saw the way it just kept getting wetter. you garbled, knuckles white, and the damp fabric caught on the tip of his cock as he guided it through your folds.

"fuck," you moaned out once, then took a couple rabid breaths, chest already pressed into the mattress in desperation. "jeonghan-"

"you keep calling me that," he said, pulling back again, and you would have killed him if he didn't fuck you so well. his hands on your ass, he pulled you apart, staring down at the way your cunt pulsed in need, slowly leaking in anticipation. "if you do it again, i'll go home."

you gulped, brows knit together in need. "yes, daddy."

"oh, angel," he purred, a shiver running up your spine at the name when you realised his breath was against the crease of your thighs. the realization came too late, though, his tongue already running a flat path over your fabric covered lips. "i could get drunk on you."

if there was anything jeonghan was, it was good with his mouth. quick wit and a scathing tongue were the reasons everyone else thought so. you, though. you knew first hand how easily he could leave someone gasping and shaking just because he had his lips wrapped around something he shouldn't.

you exhaled harshly, breath catching in your throat when jeonghan ran his fingers over you again, yanking your panties aside to dig in.

the squeal that turned into a moan as it escaped you made him smile as he ran his tongue through your folds, fingers kneading your ass while he held you open. his languid muscle lapped over the hood of your clit, making you garble slightly before pushing your chest into the bed, hoping to curve your back more and better his angle at your sensitivity.

jeonghan never ate like he was starving, he ate like he wanted to savor it. he carefully appraised you, studying your specific reactions and how they differed from the last time he had you. he ran a flat tongue over you once, making you whimper and bury your face in the duvet, positive you were going to start crying soon. then, carefully placed kisses, sucking your lips between his, alternating with tongue digging just far enough to breach your sensitive hole.

he ran his tongue up your crease, and while you had an expectation of some focus on your now dripping slit, he let his tongue continue, wetting your puckered hole and making you gasp.

"what," he asked, placing his thumb over it to watch you squirm. "haven't you been practicing?'

you whimpered when the pad of his thumb dipped further into you. "it's finals week and you want to put it in my ass?"

"and who pays for your school, sweetheart?"

you whined, prolonged and annoyed. "because you begged me to let you."

he snickered, lips brushing against your pussy. "fine," he muttered, kissing at you again with his thumb still against your hole. "but i expect you to get on it."

your eyes were definitely wet now, stinging as you clamped them shut and backed yourself up against him, fingers clenching into fists on your back. one of jeonghan's hands ran up, over your hip, landing on one fist, and you immediately clutched at his fingers as he laced them with yours, your chest on fire and a gasp escaping you when his tongue found your clit again.

you had bent yourself at such an angle that he didn't even have to hold you apart at this point, just your soaked panties out of the way, and he backed up slightly to watch as he gently traced his fingers in your folds. "you're like dessert."

you whimpered, sniveling as you unburied your face, cheek against the duvet. "am i sweet?"

"so sweet, angel," he told you, proving the thought by lapping against you once. "but you could be sweeter."

you moaned out. "maybe if you let me cum."

jeonghan chuckled, his breath hitting your clenching core. "you think you deserve that?"

"yes," you whined, wiggling your hips under his hold and sighing when he put an open mouthed kiss directly on your core in response. "don't you want a taste?"

you almost thought you convinced him, especially when you moaned again and his fingers squeezed yours slightly before pushing his tongue against your hole, but his head won over his heart. "you talk too much."

you yelped when he tugged your hand, pulling you up by the ties around your waist. you scrambled to find balance on your knees, and jeonghan pulled you against his chest, hand curving over the front of you before he pulled you off the bed. you almost stumbled, but he helped you stand and spun your body, kissing you once then smiling.

"knees, sweetheart."

you huffed. "no please?"

his fingers held your jaw again, forcing you to open your mouth slightly at him. his eyes were trained on your lips, your tongue - he thought about how soft it felt. how much he missed that. the look in his eye was enough to make your knees wobble slightly, and he slotted his mouth over yours again, savoring the taste of your tongue on his. when he pulled away, you knew you were done for. "put that smart mouth to work."

suddenly obedient, you let him help you to your knees, arms still bound behind your back as you looked up at jeonghan. he sighed, a hand brushing your hair out of your eyes as the other held his cock level to your face.

"what did i do to deserve such an angel today?"

you blew a gentle stream of air at the leaking head of his cock, looking up at his stilted reaction. "don't take it for granted."

"you're right," he said, fingers brushing through your hair to your crown, holding you in place as he pushed his hips forward. "i'll reward good behavior."

you almost let a whimper escape as he pushed your lips open, the head of his cock being met by the plush tongue he could never forget about. he sighed at the feeling, and you eagerly took his head entirely into your mouth. his eyes met yours briefly, his shirt hanging open and his eyes shadowed by his blonde curtains. this time, the whimper did escape, and you wiggled your hips slightly in hopes of managing to get some form of friction from your underwear. jeonghan pushed his hips closer to you, his eyes closing slightly as you took more of him against your tongue, and his fingers tightened against your scalp.

"you feel like heaven."

you moaned in response, and he pushed further into you, making your tongue flatten and your jaw open more, feeling his cock against your palate. your pussy throbbed in need, the thought of pleasing him, of servicing him making your arousal wake even more. you flushed at the realization that this was doing it for you, and you wondered if he felt the slight tense in your tongue before you pushed yourself as far onto his cock as you could. your eyes clamped shut, and you heard him grunt as he tried to maintain his composure with your throat constricting around him. you pulled off slowly, looking up at him, then sliding yourself over him again in one fluid motion, his groan long and strained.

"you," he choked out, swallowing as he composed himself, running a hand through his hair. he shook it out of his face, looking down at you before gripping your hair against your scalp. you whined. "is this what you want?"

you moaned against him, lapping your tongue against the underside of his cock. he took it as a yes, using his hold on your head to push into your mouth fully again. he groaned again, his cock pulsing against your throat, but he had the restraint to keep you unsatisfied by the taste of his cum on your tongue, retreating from your mouth completely.

your thighs shook, but only barely, and his eyes raked over your dishevelled form, struggling against your binds. you gulped before you tested your vocal chords.

"can we skip to the part where i'm riding you like my life depends on it?"

jeonghan grinned at you, helping you to your feet before sitting on the edge of your bed. "you read my mind."

"well, daddy," you bit, kneeing yourself onto the bed to straddle his lap, moving with him as he pushed further onto your mattress. "you're starting to get predictable."

"i'll let that slide this time," he chuckled, a hand on your cheek pulling you down to kiss him again, long and deep, and your eyebrows knit as you dipped and rolled your hips, your damp lace panties rubbing up jeonghan's bare cock. he moaned, throwing his head back and letting that lead his body, landing among your pillows that you had haphazardly thrown in an aesthetically pleasing mess only minutes before he had arrived. his hand gripped your waist, helping you grind against his velvety member with your hands behind your back, and he couldn't help but stare at how that fact meant your chest was pushed forward, and your perfectly wrapped breasts were on full display for him. his thumb ran over a particular strip of red satin, one that scooped under your breast, and you bit at your lip, rolling your hips to get some much needed friction.

his eyes shut briefly, but he refocused quickly, wrapping his hand over your breast, knowingly rubbing over where your nipple was barely obstructed. it puckered, reacting fast to his delicate touch and the added layer of lace, and jeonghan looked up at you as he pulled himself forward, capturing your nipple between his lips.

you whined, pussy aching for more as you practically buckled over him. "no fair," you gasped, thinking of how normally, digging your fingers against his scalp and pulling was a surefire way to even the playing field. "i can't use my hands."

he smiled against your breast, lapping over your nipple again and kissing it farewell. "it's not meant to be fair," he said, and you picked yourself up off him. he took the hint easily, reaching down and standing his cock on end, the tip already teasing at your folds. the hand on your waist dipped down over your hip, reaching around your ass and pulling aside your panties. your squirmed against his touch, leaning into him to steal multiple open mouthed kisses as your sopping cunt sank down over the rocket red head of his cock.

his head fell back, eyes rolling back and shutting as you sat down completely, his grip tight against your hip and and thigh. you stared at him, eyes threatening to glaze over, and rotated your hips over him, his cock bumping into every spot in you that made you need him more. you cursed, already feeling yourself unwinding at how much you had already had to endure, but refusing to give him the satisfaction.

he laughed, amused by your face. "already?"

"shut up," you panted, fingers loosening slightly from your clenched fists as you adjusted. "i haven't even made myself cum since the last time we fucked."

"ah," he grinned, breathing out a laugh as he pushed himself up into you. you yelped, wishing you could hold the hands that were gliding over your waist. "a little pent up, then?"

you rolled your hips, making jeonghan's smile drop slightly in reaction. "i can hold out."

"doubt it," he retorted, thumb grazing over your peaked nipple as you continued your rolling, slowly and deeply riding him.

you caught your bottom lip in your teeth, rotating your hips once and smiling at the way jeonghan's grip on you tightened. "bet i can make you cum before me."

"without your hands?" he asked, letting out an amused breath. "you can try."

you huffed, wiggling your hips and scooting further back, altering the angle and making his mouth drop open slightly. your lip quirked upwards. "i bet i can."

his eyes met yours, dark and hot, and you involuntarily clenched around him, his grip on you tightening again. "what do you want for it?"

"for you to stay the night," you said, lifting yourself up by your thighs slightly and leaning back as you sunk back down. "and you have to wake me up before you leave."

his mouth opened at your motion, and it became an open mouthed laugh at your request. "you're wasting a bet on me staying the night?"

"you never stay the night," you whined, continuing your bobbing on him, his hands helping balance you as you did. "i always wake up alone here."

he thought about that as well as he could with his cock throbbing in you, your velvet walls pulling him in deeper, distracting him as he tried to gather his words. "i have an early meeting tomorrow, sweetheart."

you sat still for a moment, breasts moving as you took heavy breaths. you leaned forward, and jeonghan's hands ran over your back, down to your ass, holding you as you kissed him and he pushed himself into you further. your brows knit, lips tugging his slightly. "wake me up when you do. that's all i want."

he stared up at you, realizing you were serious. he thrusted up into you again, making you squeak quietly, and he smiled. "only if you don't cum before me."

you exhaled harshly, grateful that he helped you sit back up with your hands still tied to your spine. if they hadn't been, you would have gotten him out of his shirt. it would have been gone eons ago, along with the slacks he had dropped just below his hips. all the evidence that he had every intention of putting his clothes back on when you were done. "i won't."

so he laid his head back, smiling at you, not intending to make it any easier for you by meeting you halfway despite his steadying hands staying on your hips. his eyes were practically shut, dreamily watching your expression change as you rolled your hips in all the ways you remembered him liking. he enjoyed this greatly, and you could tell by the way his eyes drifted all over you, but you kept as much focus as you could manage on getting him as close as you were. and when you saw his eyebrow pitch slightly, you repeated the motion that caused it, and his eyes shot open, looking up at your face first, gaze running down to where he was buried in you, and they shut again at the feeling as his head fell back.

you moaned, struggling to keep yourself from letting go, and you looked down just in time to watch jeonghan stretch his neck out, letting an elongated moan escape him. you huffed, suddenly confident. "you gonna stay the night?"

he grunted, his fingers digging into your hips. "fuck, you're so warm."

"c'mon, daddy," you teased, ignoring the burning in your thighs as your breath heaved. "we can cuddle all night."

"cum for me, angel," he groaned. "i wanna feel you."

you almost laughed. "i'm not falling for that."

his lip quirked, but he pulled you down against his chest again, making you yelp into a groan as his cock twitched in you. "i need you to cum with me."

you tried to respond, but he had his hands wrapped around you to hold you steady as he fucked up into you, making you squeal at first. "w-wait, but the b-bet-"

"fuck the bet," he muttered, a hand coming to your jaw to kiss you as he slammed himself into you repeatedly, making you whine and gasp against his mouth. "i'll stay. just cum with me."

your jaw dropped, and he took advantage of it, lapping into your open mouth and making you moan into his. you inhaled sharply, eyes shooting open as you looked at him, your pussy already clenching around him in release as he fucked into it harshly, his breath stuttering as you pulled the last thread of self control out of him. how could he help it, when you were always such a brat, but still listened so well when he really needed you to?

you were right. jeonghan never stayed the night. he had given you a million excuses at this point, and you had stayed the night at his plenty of times, but he always found an excuse to leave in the cover of night as you slept through his quiet and careful dressing. maybe he felt bad, knowing that you would never get the definition from him that you would likely want eventually - you had both agreed that whatever happened happened, and you said you were happy with that, but something nagged at the back of jeonghan's mind, telling him you deserved more than what you would get from him. being in your room made it hard to ignore that you had a future without him - a good one, too. a creative one. a happy one. he wondered if he deserved to be distracting you from that for his own selfish need of your attention to distract from his own struggles. that guilt usually kept him up. kept him staring at your ceiling as you quietly snored, and eventually made him leave without saying anything.

but that night, after he had helped you out of your complicated lingerie and made sure your arms felt okay, giggling when you had to blow your nose and flinching when you tried to hit him. after you had both had water and brushed your teeth, and he had undressed just as much as you were and got under your duvet. long after midnight, he laid with you, completely aware that he should be waking up in less than five hours, but not thinking about it, because his smile was murmuring sweet nothings against yours, and you couldn't help but kiss him slowly until neither of you were conscious enough to continue, your breath shared and your limbs tangled as dreams whisked you away.

he loved you in his world. he loved taking you to galas and events, buying you new outfits for each. he loved watching you dazzle crowds with your down to earth humor and winning charm, proud to have been the one you arrived with. he loved the version of you you could become, that you could rise to the occasion of the public girlfriend, one that the press would eat up and his publicist would adore. he loved you in his world, but he had a preference for yours, because no amount of glitz and glamour could ever compare to being awoken that morning by you, pulling his cheeks in opposite directions and giggling despite being nearly just as asleep as him. the late morning sun streamed through your apartment's only window and landed directly on your white duvet, effectively lighting up the entire room.

"what time is it?" he murmured.

you looked up at your bedside, eyes struggling to focus. "eleven."

"didn't you have class today?" he asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes as they adjusted, a smile already breaching his lips at the way your fingers slid back from his cheeks, burying themselves in the hair at his nape. his brow furrowed at a thought. "didn't i have a meeting?"

"well," you started, planting a kiss on his lips before continuing. "i only had study in my engineering class this week, which is great for studio time, but vern works for the school station. so i essentially have access to studio whenever i want." you blinked at him with a smile, and he let out a laugh at your punctuation. "i don't know your excuse."

he looked around. "where's my phone?"

your eyes scanned over your pillows, and you grabbed the one you had slept on to check under it. he spotted it the same time as you, face down, and he picked it up and hit the unlock button.

"ah," he laughed, tossing the phone on top of the pillow you had replaced, pitch black screen up. "that'll do it."

"shit," you muttered, reaching for your charger and grabbing his phone, flopping off him to plug it in. "seungkwan's gonna hate me."

jeonghan had to stretch to hide the way he giggled. "he won't hate you."

"i've been on thin ice ever since he walked in on us in your office, and we weren't even naked," you said, giving him a look. "making you miss a meeting is definitely putting me in the water."

"only for a week," he responded. "he'll mend the bridge at drinks."

your eyebrow raised. "drinks?"

he blinked at you. "yeah, next thursday." he squinted. "to celebrate the end of your finals?"

you laughed, positive this was the first you were hearing of it as you turned jeonghan's phone on. "were you gonna invite me?"

"i swear i told you," he said, accepting your embrace when you crawled over him again, arms securely wrapping around you to let his fingers run over your bare form.

"i guarantee you didn't." you paused, scanning his face. "how long has this been a plan?"

he was staring you dead in the eyes, but seemingly because he was more disappointed in himself than you could ever be. "a week and a half." a laugh spilled from you, forehead tapping against his for a second as he started laughing, too. "you're sure i didn't tell you?"

"i'm absolutely certain, jeonghan," you giggled, leaning into him until your lips were nearly on his. "you should really just give me access to your calendar."

"now, that's an idea," he muttered, anticipating your taste on his tongue.

you smiled before indulging him in a kiss that was too deep to not lead elsewhere, but was interrupted by his phone buzzing to life on the pillow beside him. you both looked to it, watching as it interrupted itself with vibrations, a seemingly never ending stream of notifications. when it finally slowed, he looked at you, and you looked back, and he let out a short laugh. he picked it up, and you decidedly laid down, tucking yourself into his side as he pulled the phone cord over you to check what hell hath unleashed to warrant the amount of messages and calls.

he was swiping away notifications of emails - meeting cancellations, confirmations, cc's of seungkwan apologizing to a client for the need to reschedule their home visit - when his screen lit up, the id reading "uri bbu."

"good morning, seungkwan," jeonghan said, answering on speaker. "did you sleep well?"

"oh, really," his assistant trailed off, clearly pulling the phone away from him as he silently swore, and you put a fist over your mouth to avoid laughing. "good morning, boss. where are you?"

"in bed," jeonghan said. "i forgot to plug my phone in and slept too well. sorry, seungkwannie."

he sighed. "you weren't at home."

"if you knew where i was, why'd you ask?"

"blind hope that you had an actual reason to be uncontactable for twelve hours?" seungkwan clicked his tongue. "hyung, i had to reschedule or cancel your entire day because i had no way of knowing if you w-"

"i saw that," jeonghan interjected, lips forming a pout as he spoke. "that was smart, thank you, seungkwannie. since you did that already, i guess i might as well take the rest of the day off, huh?"

he sighed again, and you gave jeonghan a disappointed look, only to receive a half hearted shrug and a fully shiteating grin in response. seungkwan's voice pulled your eyes back to the phone. "you were easier to work for when you were gay."

your hand slammed over your mouth as you rolled away to rattle with laughter, jeonghan laughing freely and patting your back. "i bet she agrees with you."

you rolled again, flopping over and hitting him with a palm. he snickered at you, putting a finger to his mouth. you threatened him by drawing your fist quickly, and he put his hand up to block just in case as he listened.

"you're lucky i thought you might be dead in a ditch," seungkwan whined. "seriously, if i hadn't been so worried, i would kill you both."

"you can't get rid of me that easy," jeonghan joked, watching as you settled back into his side. "seungkwan, do me another favor?"

you knew seungkwan only cleared his throat to avoid sounding annoyed. "yes, hyung?"

"eat something really good today. use my card, please." you looked at jeonghan, watching his eyebrow crease slightly as he spoke. "take out a friend, too. get drinks. have a nice weekend."

silence for a moment, surely as seungkwan processed. "yes, sir. thank you."

"thank you, seungkwannie."

you stared at him for a while longer after he hung up, and he tossed the phone over you onto the mattress. he pulled your head down into his chest, making you let out a squeak before giggling, fighting against his grip. "what now?"

jeonghan hummed, letting you pop your head up to watch as he chewed his lip. "what do you want for lunch?"

he noticed the way your face faltered, asking what that look was for. "i'm supposed to get lunch with the guys today."

he sighed into a smile. "so you're ditching me after making me miss my entire work day?"

you whined, collapsing over his chest and pouting. "do you regret staying the night?"

he laughed, his hands running across your scalp. "absolutely not, angel. when do you have to go? i can take you."

you pursed your lips. "what if you came with?"

"to get lunch with your friends?" he considered that, clearing his throat. "i don't know."

"they'll like you," you assured, hands on his chest. "i like you so they'll like you."

he watched you pout at him. "chinese?"

"not this time," you giggled, thinking of how many times you had told jeonghan you were eating at chan's family restaurant. "we have a tradition. we get army stew before finals week."

"army stew," he repeated, smiling at you. "that sounds good. where at?"

you dug around for your own phone, grateful it still had 20% remaining when you eyed jeonghan's on your charger. "we usually go to a place on campus because it's cheap, but they'll be excited if i tell them we're going to grandma's."

"grandma's?"

you looked up at him. "yeah, there's this seafood house run by this eccentric old lady who really likes vernon. thinks he's handsome, i guess." you navigated to your group chat to let the guys know. "she always gives us extras, but it's almost 40,000 won for the pot we like."

"ah," he laughed. "because i'm paying?'

you looked at him. "i can pay."

"with my money?" he asked.

you giggled. "i just figured you didn't want shitty college campus snack bar stew."

"and you're right," he said, making you laugh as he pulled you to drape over him again. "tell them it's on me."

"oh?" you grinned. "be careful, they'll take advantage of you."

his eyebrow quirked. "like you do?"

"yeah, except they won't fuck you to make up for it."

he laughed, a hand finding your cheek and drawing you in. he put a slow kiss on your lips, making you let out the tiniest whimper. he smiled against your lips. "we do more than fuck."

you hummed, stealing more kisses from him, hoping to get enough that you'll be able to hold out until the next time you saw him - after finals, apparently, for drinks. "prove it," you teased, and you could only squeal and laugh when jeonghan rolled you off him, your head landing in a pillow and your arms immediately finding his neck, his neverending smirk kneading against yours in a way that meant he planned on doing just that.

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Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Pajama Blogs Ep.1 - Timestamp 1:01:06 (x)

Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

I give you a lot of angsty requests, so here, have a fluffy one!

Among Us: Through some glitch, a round generates with no impostors. For the first little while everyone is really on edge and trying to accuse each other, but they soon realize that nobody is dying and relax, although they're still very confused. Everybody does their tasks as normal, but instead of completing the last task, they all build a big pillow fort under the admin table and just take a rest for a little bit, hanging out and laughing over previous games and just being together without the tension of possible death and betrayal over their heads. Many stories are told, many "bodies" of friends knocked over in pillow fights are "reported", and many memories are made, before they finally decide to end the round! 💙

okay so this request was MEGA detailed so i didn’t get to every single part of it but i hope this is just as good lol

also bring on the angst I DARE YOU /lh

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A weird feeling in his stomach, Etho presses the emergency meeting button, teleporting everybody to the table. Once everyone is assembled, Etho realises something strange.

“Okay, there’s been no deaths,” he says slowly.

“Wh- Seriously?!” Tango gasps. “That round lasted, like, twenty YEARS! Half the tasks have been done!”

Etho frowns. “Nobody’s seen anything suspicious, or…? No venting?”

Everybody shakes their heads.

“Okay… I guess we’ll skip, then. Everyone keep an eye out, though.”

When the meeting comes to an end, Etho trots after Tango as the latter heads towards weapons. “Hey, Tango? Does something seem a little off about this round to you?”

“Yeah. We’re a bunch of idiots who can barely play this game on a good day - except you, of course,” he adds, “but it’s definitely weird that we went that long without a single kill. The imposters must be really slow for some reason.”

Etho considers this. “Maybe. I’m not convinced.”

He leaves Tango’s side and peels off into navigation as Tango keeps going. After finishing his download, he goes back up and does his task in O2, before heading back to cafeteria to finish wires.

After this, he realises there still hasn’t been a body reported so he catches Astro as the latter enters cafeteria. “Hey, Astro. Can you hit the button for me?”

“Oh, sure.”

Astro presses the emergency meeting button, bringing everyone back to the table. Etho’s suspicions are confirmed when he sees that everybody is still alive.

“Okay, I’m sorry to call you back here, but we need to talk,” Etho says. “There’s something wrong with this round and we may have to abandon it.”

“What do you mean?” Skizz asks confusedly. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s been over three minutes and there’s been no kills or sabotages. I apologise if I’m not correct, but I just have a feeling that there’s something wrong. If you’re the imposter, please raise your hand now.”

Nobody moves.

“This isn’t a trick,” Etho adds. “I’m sorry if I’m ruining someone’s imposter round, but I’m genuinely a little concerned that the game has gone wrong.”

“I’ll support you on that,” says Tango. “Etho knows about this stuff. If he’s worried about the game glitching out, I’ll take that seriously. I’m not the imposter, but if anyone else is, I’d advocate coming forward just to make sure nothing’s wrong.”

After a moment, a chorus of murmurs comes from the others, all confirming that none of them are the imposter.

“Okay, so it seems the game has glitched and generated a round with no imposters somehow,” Etho says. “No need to panic; if we all finish our tasks and win the round, it should take us back to the lobby like normal.”

“But do we have to do that, though?” asks Impulse. “Tasks are almost done and there’s no imposters, so why don’t we just hang out a bit, without the threat of death?”

“I’m down for that,” says Endless unexpectedly. “I’ve always wanted to build a pillow fort in admin. The table looks perfect for it.”

“You mean out of pillows like these?” Joker holds up a pillow that he seemingly pulled from out of nowhere. “Hey, Skizz?”

Skizz turns. “What’s u-”

Joker whacks him in the face with the pillow.

“GAAAH!” Skizz shrieks, tripping over his own foot. “What the hell?!”

Clutching the pillow by its corner, Joker doubles over with laughter. “Oh my gosh, your FACE!”

“Okay, that’s it. Imposter or no imposter, I’m gonna murder you.”

Skizz snatches the pillow out of Joker’s hand and swings it at him, but Joker dodges and takes off running down the hallway towards storage, giggling like a child. Unable to help a laugh of his own, Skizz pursues him.

“Where did he even get that?” snickers Tango.

“Same place I got mine,” Endless says, holding up an identical white pillow. “Medbay.”

Brody tries to hold in a laugh. “Endless, I’ll give you a high five if you hit Tango with that pillow right now.”

Endless considers this for a moment.

Tango gives him a warning look. “Don’t. Endless, I swear to-.”

He cuts himself off and ducks as Endless swings the pillow at him, but before he can do it again, Endless brings it back round and whacks him in the side of the head, causing him to let out a yelp.

Laughing uncontrollably, Brody holds up his hand for a high five, which Endless gleefully gives him. “I like this,” he says happily. “I feel cool.”

“Endless, you’re starting something you can’t finish,” Tango warns.

“Then you finish it,” says Impulse unexpectedly, appearing out of nowhere to hand Tango a pillow of his own.

A grin slowly spreads over Tango’s face.

Endless blinks. “Oh. I’m in trouble.”

On the other side of the room, Etho glances sharply over as he hears a THWACK sound and finds Tango and Endless whacking each other viciously with pillows. He chuckles to himself and continues looking through the game’s code.

After a while, Brody approaches him. “Hey Etho, we’re gonna go build a pillow fort in admin. You should come join us.”

“Thanks, but I gotta work through this code.”

“You can do that in the lobby later. C’mon, we’ve got a once-in-a-lifetime thing here. This glitch will probably never happen again. Let’s have some fun on this map while we have the chance.”

After a moment, Etho nods and lets Brody take him into admin, where Mrs Tango and Astro are already piling cushions in the middle of the room.

“Is this what we do when we think the game might’ve gone wrong?” Etho chuckles. “Build pillow forts?”

“I mean, we may as well,” Brody responds. “Right? What else can we do?”

“Finish our tasks and end the round.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” says Astro from the floor.

As Etho opens his mouth to respond, Joker bursts into the room and dives behind Etho, who spins round to find Skizz skidding to a halt outside admin. “Where is he?!” he snaps, panting heavily. “I’m gonna kill that idiot!”

“What’s going on?” Brody demands. “Who are you talking about?”

“JOKER! He said my mohawk looks like a dead bush!”

Relaxing, Brody rolls his eyes. “Oh no. How terrible. He’s a MONSTER. We’d better throw him out the airlock right now.”

“Sarcasm duly noted,” Skizz huffs. “Where IS Joker, anyway?”

Brody jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Hiding under the admin table.”

“Brodyyyyy!” comes Joker’s muffled voice.

Skizz walks into the room and takes note of the group of people setting up the pillows and blankets over the top of the admin table. “So what’s going on here? Boy scout sleepover?”

“Yup,” Astro responds with a grin. “Do you have a problem with that?”

After a moment, Skizz shakes his head. “Nope. Can I borrow a cushion to hit Joker in his stupid face?”

“No,” says Astro firmly.

“Can I suffocate him in a blanket?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can you relax and stop being a stupid schoolteacher for ten seconds?”

“Not if it means letting you try to kill Joker.”

“C’mon, I’m not ACTUALLY gonna kill him,” complains Skizz. “There’s no imposters this round, remember.”

“Mhm.”

Within five minutes, everyone is huddled under the blanket fort over the admin table, using a rusty lantern as a light source. It’s fairly roomy inside the makeshift tent, but the ten people are still sitting fairly close together.

“So now what?” Brody asks after a while. “Are we gonna talk about something?”

“How about we discuss what kind of dead bush Skizz’s hair looks like?” Joker asks innocently.

Skizz responds to this by whacking Joker in the face with a pillow, knocking him over backwards.

“Oh, report the body!” Tango yelps with a grin. “Skizz did it! Skizz did it!”

This causes the whole group to laugh, even Etho. After many rounds of chaos and suspicion, it’s nice to be able to joke around and relax a bit.

“How does it feel, huh?” Skizz smirks. “How does it feel to be hit with a taste of your own PILLOW?”

“Honestly, I deserved that.”

“Yeah you did.”

Joker yanks Skizz down next to him, grinning. “Shut up.”

A short pause follows this.

“This is the only round we’re gonna get like this, isn’t it?” asks Evil.

Etho nods. “Should be. Why?”

“Dunno. It just feels nice to just hang out with you all as a group and be happy. I love you guys so much.”

“I hate you,” Endless murmurs. “I hate you all.”

Immediately, the two people on either side of him grab him in a simultaneous hug. “Well too bad, cuz we love you,” Astro responds with a smile. “Grumpiness and all.”

A low groan comes from Endless, but everyone can see the hint of a smile on his face.

Etho sits back against the wall and gazes around at his friends. Mrs Tango is resting her head on Tango’s shoulder. Astro and Evil are still hugging and teasing Endless. Brody and Impulse are quietly chuckling together about something. Joker and Skizz have fallen asleep with the tops of their heads touching.

Even though Etho isn’t with anyone in particular at this moment, he still feels connected to his friends. He’s alone but he’s not lonely. And that’s a rare thing for him.

This group really is his family.

[little-butterfly-writes]

A Day With Your Lover

Written for @galaxystarrr a prize in my self insert contest! Please tell me if you want any changes <3

Warnings - Mentions of blood, small injury, small alcohol mentions

Wordcount - 1087

You feel something kneading your stomach. It wakes you up, making you look at the source. Pudding is pawing at you with a loud meow. 

"I'm up, I'm up." You pat his head to sate him. He nuzzles in your hand, purring and licking your palm. Pudding curls up in your arm.

"Finally," Victor scoffs. You look at him with bleary eyes and smile lazily at him. "Remember we made plans to go to Souvenir today? Or did a dummy fall asleep before she heard me." There's a small smirk on his face.

You nudge Pudding who obediently moves to Victor's side of the bed. Finally free, you sit up and rub your eyes. "Of course I remember. Meanie." You stick your tongue out at him.

"U-huh. Breakfast is on the counter. I'm going to finish up some paperwork while you eat and get ready." He strides to kiss your forehead. "It should be easy considering how long it takes you." Victor chuckles and leaves the room as you fail to whack him with a pillow.

You go downstairs, Pudding joining you at his food bowl in the kitchen. You take a look at what your boyfriend made you. Toast with strawberry jelly and an omelette. You smile, making a beeline to the food, licking your lips. It's no secret that Victor is good at cooking, but you wouldn't change a thing. 

You finish up your food, cleaning the plate and heading upstairs. Victor’s office is down the hall from the bathroom, so you peek at the room.

And there he is. An amazing boyfriend working hard. It always makes your heart flutter a bit more when you see him in glasses. You hide a giggle and skip off to the shower.

The warm water felt good, especially on such a cold day. You note that the two of you should make soup when you get to Souvenir. You head back to his office ready to go. "Are you done with your paperwork?" Victor looks up at you.

"I still need a minute. I'll be done soon." He sighs, motioning you to sit down on the small sofa. You take a seat with a small smile.

"I guess I don't take too long after all." You giggle. Victor rolls his eyes, mumbling a quiet dummy.

It takes a few minutes for Victor to finish up, but he's ready to go when he's done. Both of you head downstairs and grab anything you'll need. Pudding pops up by the front door as if to bid you goodbye. You lean down to pat his head, to which he gratefully accepts.

Victor drives to Souvenir, squeezing your outreached hand whenever you offer during red lights. It's silent and comforting. Victor may not say it out loud as often, but you know he loves you.

You arrive at Souvenir. Mr. Mills has the day off like every weekend. Victor turns the lights on and heads into the kitchen with the food from home. You follow him with a slight bounce in your step.

Victor takes your apron from the wall hook, motioning you closer. Once you're close enough, Victor places the apron over your head. He wraps his arms around you to tie a knot in the back. It's a bit shocking but comforting nonetheless. Victor puts his apron on, getting the vegetables out to wash.

"Can we make some potato soup?" You ask with puppy eyes. He nods, patting your head before turning the sink on.

 As he finishes up one vegetable, you dice them into neat cubes the way Victor taught you. It wasn't until you started dicing the potato that your hand slipped, cutting your index finger.

A loud gasp alerts Victor who was drying his hands. He grabs your hand and places it under the cool water of the sink. It stings a bit, which causes you to hiss. Victor urgently grabs the medkit on the wall, gingerly dabbing your finger dry. You purse your lips while he applies the bandaid. 

Victor turns off the sink and stares at you. You look away sheepishly, feeling guilty. He holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I'm sorry I got the cutting board bloody." You giggle nervously, still in a bit of pain.

"Dummy. As long as you're okay, that's all that matters." He huffs, pinching your cheek. You whine at the feeling. Victor takes over the cleaning and slicing while you get out the measuring cups, bacon, and heavy cream out.

Victor starts the stove and places a pot on the burner. You watch in awe as he moves without flaw. Your body moves on instinct, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. Victor is taller than you, so your face is buried in between his shoulder blades.

His breath catches in his throat. You tilt your head up slightly, noticing a soft pink spread on his cheeks and ears. Victor doesn't force you to move away. He likes it when you hold onto him like this. 

It takes awhile for the soup to finish cooking with the occasional stirring to make sure it doesn't burn. Victor hesitantly leaves you with that task to fix some salads and plates. When he finishes with the salads, he comes to check on the soup. It's deemed fully cooked and scooped into bowls. Any leftovers are packed away.

You carry out the plates to the table. Your finger feels a lot better, maybe hugging Victor helped the recovery. He comes out with the hot bowls. It looks mouth wateringly good. Victor must have quickly fried up the bacon and sprinkled it on.

You take a seat, Victor pouring two glasses of wine. "Only one glass for you tonight." His lip quirks up in smirk. You pout, accepting the glass and placing it by your water. He sits across from you and starts on his salad.

You crunch on the crisp lettuce, sliding your hand across the table. Victor glances and clasps his hand with yours. You smile, eating in silence. 

Before you start on the main meal, you grab Victor's attention. "Thank you for spending time with me today. And for taking me here." You lean over and press a small kiss on his cheek. "Love you."

"Dummy." He smiles. "No need to thank me. I've been away for awhile and you've been doing really well at work. I think it was only necessary." Victor kisses the back of your hand. "I love you too, Cassie."

[katsukisbimbo]

Not A Kid

part 10 - redemption arc

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✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: enemies-to-lovers au. expect crack

✯ summary: celeste, also known as y/l/n y/n, is the youngest pro hero to be in the top 10, at the young age of 19 she is occupying the #5 spot. she is also known for having a strong dislike for the #2 hero, who responds by irritating her even further, but what even caused her to hate him in the first place?

✯ a/n: phew okay so this is pretty short but it shows just what went down and now it’s hawks’ redemption arc!! also the taglist is full!!!

- you honestly didn’t think this through

- i mean, this was keigo we’re talking about

- why did you let him come over to talk when you knew you weren’t ready to see him

- he was basically dating miruko now, you didn’t understand how you factored into that equation

- was he coming here to tell you how happy he was with her?

- or brag about how much better she was than you?

- because if that was what he was going to do then you weren’t going to HESITATE to kick him where it really hurts

- hopefully he was here to apologize so that you could just get it over with and tell him you forgive him so that he could just l e a v e

- he doesn’t understand boundaries and doesn’t understand that you didn’t want anything to do with him

- sigh

- you didn’t want a repeat of the time where you went on a patrol with him

- “so how are you y/n” he mused as you too watched the city streets bustle underneath your feet

- “i’m fine hawks.” you grumbled as you brought your knees against your chest and rested your arms and head on them

- “what’s wrong dove? you seem,, down”

- “i just didn’t think that they’d make me patrol with you. after what happened between us. i just don’t feel comfortable working with you anymore” you sighed

- “listen y/n,, i’m so-Y/N” hawks gasped as you jumped down the current building you two were on

- you needed to get out of there

- he was coming too close again and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to handle that

- luckily there was a poor young man who seemed to be cornered by 3 buff looking guys who looked like they were up to no good

- “back away from him if you know what’s good for you :)” you declared as you landed right behind them

- before you could even move, all of them with ere already suspended in the air with familiar looking feathers

- you sighed

- who did he think he was getting involved when he KNEW you would be able to handle 3 thugs

- “y/n why’d you jump like that-“ he stammered as he reached to grab your arm but you pulled away from his touch as if you’d been burned

- keigo slowly retracted his arm with a look of hurt etched onto his face

- before you could reach out to him, he already turned his back and started walking towards the direction of the closest police station with the 3 thugs close behind him, still suspended in air

- “i’ll take care of these guys,, uhm,, you can just take that guy home” he murmured, barely looking over his shoulder

- you just nodded and made your way towards the quivering civilian who gladly let you escort him home

- by the time you got to their house, your patrol was already over, and hawks had texted you that the next people on duty had already taken over and that you were free to go home

- and now,, he was on his way to your home

- ready to talk about feelings

- and all that

- yuck

- you were about to go make yourself a cup of green tea to ease your nerves until

- “hey dove,,”

- y/n: hey keigo :)

- also y/n: STUPID FUCKING DINOSAUR!! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!

- “hey,, you ready to talk?” you cocked your head to the side as you looked at hawks

- man this wasn’t fair at all

- he was here to talk to you about his feelings and here you were, in all your beautiful glory rendering him speechless

- “u-uh yeah i am” he awkwardly chuckled while scratching the back of his head

- “oh, okay then. feel free to sit” you mused as you sat on the white catch situated in the middle of your living room

- “i know i’ve said this a million times, and it’ll never be enough to make up for what i’ve done to you. but i just wanted to say i’m sorry. i wanted to tell you that i apologize for everything” he took a deep breath then continued

- “i’m sorry for ridiculing you online, and telling people that you were less, when you aren’t at all. you’re so much more,, you’re perfect y/n. i’m also sorry for trying to make light of the situation when we both knew that you were hurt”

- he paused to look at your expression but you kept your eyes trained to the spot on the couch behind his head

- “i did all of that because,,—“

- fuck he was so nervous

- he didn’t know how to tell her how much he loved her

- there was no words to explain how he felt

- “i’m in love with you. i’m fucking in love with you kid. i wanna wake up in the morning and see your pretty face snuggling into my chest. i wanna eat breakfast with you, lunch and dinner included. i wanna be there for you, reassure you and take care of you. i ridiculed you because you were too close kid”

- you slowly nodded and looked into his shining gold eyes

- “i know it’s stupid. and that it doesn’t make any sense. but i didn’t wanna bring you any pain, but i ended up doing that anyways. i’m so fucking sorry. dove,,, y/n,, please forgive me. i know that even if you do, it won’t replace the hurt you went through—dove,,” keigo softly exhaled as you threw yourself against his chest and started sobbing

- he cooed at your shaking figure and hugged you even closer to him

- your mind and your body were tired. they were tired of pretending and so were you. you couldn’t hold back anymore

- but that didn’t mean that keigo was going to get it easy

- “we’re okay now. but this doesn’t mean i forgive you. it just means i’m done loathing you. you have to try and earn my trust back.” you mumbled into his chest

- you felt his grip on you tighten even more as his shook while he chuckled

- you peeked up to look at his expression, only to see him peering down at you with a soft gaze in his eyes

- “i won’t let you down y/n. i love you too much to hurt you. and i hope one day you’ll reciprocate my feelings too.” he smiled

- “s-shut up! you’re still not forgiven! but are you hungry?” you questioned as you tried to slip out of his hold

- he laughed and just sat you completely on his lap

- “what do you have in mind baby?”

- god. he was going to be the death of you

- “do you,, want to order fried chicken?” you said as you shyly looked up at him

- “of course dove. you remembered?” “of course i did bird brain, it was all you ever wanted to eat whenever we went on dates-“ you slapped a hand against your mouth

- “you thought of them as dates too huh?” he smirked

-“sHUT UP” you screeched as you whacked a pillow into his stupid handsome face and ran away to order the chicken

-keigo was left on the couch, laying on his back, filled with giddy as you had finally let him back in. to be honest, keigo thought that you’d just kick him out and never talk to him again

-but here he was, laying on your couch while you ordered food in the other room. it was so.. domestic.

-and keigo loved it that way

TAGLIST

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[leejungchans]

— gift from the heart (kinda).

juliet’s masterlist

summary: a short bulleted scenario of juliet and the other members of ateez giving jongho (questionable💀) presents during ateez fever road.

a/n: this was going to be a written scenario but i thought my writing got too boring so i decided to do it in a bulleted format instead 🤡

you can watch the episode here!!

she sat between san and seonghwa :3

giggled like crazy when hongjoong revealed that the pink toddler chair was part of jongho’s gifts 💀

san gave him a polaroid of wooyoung 💀💀

juliet: wait, that’s actually not a bad present!! you can put it in a clear phone case and show it off!!!

ma’am your inner kpoppie is showing

jongho: (--_--)

was slightly impressed by seonghwa’s gift (a number robot transformer); bc it was definitely the cutest present out of all eight

was also slightly jealous when she saw yunho’s gift, which were coffee beans

“i want good coffee for my birthday too :ccc”

that lasted for 5 seconds bc then she realised he just gave jongho the beans which the coffee maker at the dorm was not designed for

2young: ppfffttttttttt 💀💀💀

mingi: can’t you just grind them yourself?

juliet: he’s onto something dammit i should’ve gotten you a mortar and pestle!!

wooyoung got jongho soap

he said ✨wash your hands✨

jongho: where did you get this?

wooyoung: from the internet

jongho, slightly touched: you ordered this off the internet for me????

wooyoung: no my dad gave it to me but i didn’t use it

juliet: don’t cry jongho ur so sexc aha

poor jongho really can’t catch a break 🤡

yeosang really just grabbed the wet wipes from their dorm and regifted it 😭😭😭😭

juliet: i mean...at least it’s practical in these times...

jongho: another word from you and i’m going to shove these down your throat

juliet: another word

then it was time for mingi’s pillow 😭

i mean...it did cost ₩200000 ✨

it’s just ✨slightly used✨

she laughed so hard that she collapsed into seonghwa when jongho started using yeosang’s wet wipes to clean the pillow 😭😭😭

now the part we’re all waiting for: her gift to jongho 💀

her present went last so he didn’t really have to guess who it was from

jongho: juliet...what is this??????

juliet: mint gum!!!! :D

mingi: my pillow cost ₩200000! how could you just give him gum??????

wooyoung: isn’t this the cheapest gift here? 💀

juliet: nO BECAUSE YEOSANG DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO PAY FOR HIS

juliet: anyWAYS it reminded me of u bestie 🥰

jongho: how????????????

one of these days he’s gonna Throttle her 👌

“there’s a story behind this!!!!!! do you really not remember??????”

“what is there to remember????”

jongliet bickering <333

“we had lunch together the first day you joined the company, after our meal you asked me if i wanted gum and this was this brand you had with you! i’ve only gotten this brand since then :cccc”

that was the only somewhat sentimental part of her gift i promise 💀

ateez: :OOOO you still remember????? yah jongho how could you forget!!!!!!!! >:(((( you’re gonna hurt her feelings!!!!!!

that was a joke they just like to have fun around here y’know? <3

juliet: see? my gift is more meaningful than it seems (*˘︶˘*)

“okay, i’ll acknowledge that, but...”

“why tf is one piece missing????????”

🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

san whacked her bwhshwhdhja “you ate his present?????”

“...i wanted to make sure it was still good :3”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘STILL GOOD’? WHEN DID YOU BUY THIS?”

“A FEW DAYS AGO IT ISN’T EXPIRED I PROMISE”

“???????????? IDK IF I SHOULD TRUST YOU????????”

“i can test another piece for you to prove it!!!!”

“...is this an excuse to eat another piece”

“...no haha why would i do that bestie 😅”

“YOU’RE NOT EATING MY GIFT”

don’t worry she gave him an actual present bwhdhjwhd 😭😭😭 she gave him a new jacket and scarf after they finished filming ateez fever road

a/n: the mint gum is obviously a joke and i’m assuming they all bought questionable gifts for jongho for the sake of filming skhajdjejs 💀💀💀 sometimes even i need to remind myself that even though miss juliet is v v chaotic, she is still ultimately a very sweet and sentimental person, and tends to remember the smallest details of the people she loves ;-; but things that show more of her soft side are to come!! 💕

(if you read the “first impressions” update 👀 it does say in jongho’s part that he gave her gum on his first day at kq, so this is my way of linking these two updates tgt!!)

[floral-and-fine]

Mo Chuisle

Murphy MacManus x female reader

Connor MacManus x female reader

*Mo Chuisle- Irish Gaelic for My Pulse

Summary: The reader cares for the MacManus twins after they return to their apartment injured

A/n: Just thought this was a cute idea. Had a lot of fun writing this fic! Hope to write more soon! Thank you @ewokiee​ for all the help!

Y/n bit her nail, watching the seconds slowly tick by as she waited for the MacManus brothers to return home. 

Sitting on the small table in front of her were bottles of rubbing alcohol, gauze, bandages, painkillers, needle, and thread, and in the freezer were several ice packs ready to go. 

Y/n never knew what kind of shape they’d be in once they were done working. So she was always prepared for the worst. She didn’t have any professional training by any means, but she had picked up some basics when she learned what the twins did. 

Since then, she had sort of taken it upon herself to watch over them, at least in her own small way, doing things like taking care of their injuries, bringing them home-cooked meals, and even covering for them by being their alibi on several occasions. 

Getting up, y/n started to pace, there wasn’t anything around to distract her. The brothers’ apartment was sparse, to say the least, not many belongings or furniture, just the bare minimum. 

Absentmindedly, her fingers began to play with the cross hanging from her necklace, sliding it back and forth against the thin chain. She rubbed her index finger and thumb along the center, feeling the grooves and edges of the engraving. 

The necklace had been a gift from the boys as a thank you after the first time she cared for them. 

She laughed lightly to herself, they had been so excited to give it to her, showing up at her door first thing in the morning. 

 “Mornin’ love,” Connor greeted, he was full of energy, practically bouncing with excitement. While y/n was still rubbing the sleep from eyes and wondering why the hell they were here so damn early. 

“We got you a little something,” Murphy explained, smiling proudly as he pulled a necklace out from his jacket pocket.  

She blinked in surprise looking at the sparkling gold chain that Murphy was dangling in front of her. He dropped it in her cupped hand. She took a moment to look at it, noticing the small engraving. 

Her brows furrowed, not recognizing the phrase. ‘mo chuisle’ 

“C’mon now,” Connor urged. “Try it on.”

Y/n struggled with the clasp, her fingers having trouble manipulating the tiny parts.

“Here, allow me,” Murphy offered. 

She turned around so her back was facing him, Murphy fingers tickled her neck as he took the two ends and securely clasped the necklace. 

“Looks good on ya,” Connor said approvingly as she turned and faced him. 

“Thank you,” y/n replied, getting teary-eyed. “I really appreciate it, but you guys didn’t have to get me anything.”

“It was nothin’,” Murphy shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets. “You saved our asses the other night.”

“We’re just buttering you up, hoping you’ll stick around,” Connor winked. 

Since then y/n’s worn it every day. It was her connection to them, keeping them close to her heart and on her mind. 

Her eyes snapped to the door when she heard footsteps approaching. Rushing to it, y/n threw the door open and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw both Connor and Murphy standing there in one piece. 

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around them but pulled back immediately when they both hissed in pain.

“Sorry,” she stammered, clutching her hands to her chest.

Getting a better look at them, y/n noticed that Murphy had a black eye that was already swelling and Connor’s lip was busted and bloody. Quickly, she ushered them inside, Murphy used Connor for support as he limped into the apartment. 

Y/n instructed them both to take their seats on the couch, and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a soft hand towel. 

“Here,” she muttered, gently holding the ice pack against Murphy’s face. 

“Thanks, love,” Murphy smiled, his fingers grazing over the back of your hand, as he held the ice pack in place.

Snagging one of the pillows off the closest bed, y/n placed it on the edge of the coffee table. Kneeling down, she undid the laces of his boot and took it off. 

“Put your foot up,” she ordered him, before wandering over to the other side of the couch. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sitting on the table, y/n leaned forward and gently started to wipe the dry blood from Connor’s chin and bottom lip. His eyes studied her face, admiring her as she worked. She was always careful, each touch was delicate and gentle, working slowly to avoid causing them more pain. 

“This is going to sting,” y/n warned, wetting a clean washcloth with rubbing alcohol. He winced as she started to apply it to his cut. Leaning in, she gently blew air against the cut to help with the pain. 

“That’s better,” she murmured, now that his face wasn’t all bloodied anymore. 

Connor hummed closing his eyes, “you’re too good to us, lass.”

She shook her head, “I’m happy to do it, now let me see your hand.”

He chuckled, putting his hand in both of hers. Her thumb caressed his rough and bloody knuckles before she started to clean them off. 

Gently, she wrapped a bandage around Connor’s hand and replaced the cap on the rubbing alcohol, before getting up and going to the fridge. 

“So what exactly happened tonight?” She questioned, pulling out a couple of beers, removed the bottle caps.

The brothers gave each other a sideways glance.

“Why don’t you start it off,” Murphy smiled, patting Connor’s chest. 

Y/n handed them each a beer and gave Connor her full attention as she sat between them on the couch.

“Well…” he began, licking his lips and sighing. “It all started with us busting the door open to the warehouse. The poor fucks didn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, Connor and I withdrew our guns, and started shooting up the place,” Murphy added, while he imitated how with both arms out as he pretended to fire imaginary guns.

“We thought we had taken care of them all,” Connor nodded, taking a sip of his beer. “until this beast of a man came hurling at us out of nowhere,” he explained. “He must’ve been at least 7 foot, a real gigantic bastard.”

“Tackled me down,” Murphy butted in. “Gave me this shiner.” He pointed to his bruised up eye.

“So that’s when I leapt onto the bastard’s back and just started wailing on him,” Connor continued. “But he wouldn’t let up. Got me good with his elbow, too.” He gestured to his lip. 

“Then, I reached out grabbing a brick, and I just bashed the fucker’s head in,” Murphy emphasized the point by reenacting how.

“Yeah and as we were trying to push the dead bastard off of him, this tiny man with crazy eyes sprung out from behind the crates,” Connor lifted up his shirt a bit, revealing the massive bruise on his side. “Whacked me a good one with a wood pallet.” 

Y/n winced looking at the red blotch that was already turning purple. 

“And while Connor was moaning on the floor,” Murphy recalled, nudging y/n. “I wrestled that little shit down-”

“Oh come off it,” Connor interrupted. “He tripped you and you fell on top of him… Wrestled my ass… pfft.”

“I’m just glad you're both alright,” she said, patting both of their knees. “Now let’s get you, boys, to bed.”

“You’re staying the night, right?” Murphy asked as he started limping over to his bed. 

“Of course I am,” she said smiling. “My work isn’t nearly done.”

Murphy smiled back, pleased that she was going to be sticking around. “We owe you one, love, drinks on us tomorrow at doc’s.” He suddenly lost his footing as the room started to spin, catching himself on the edge of the bed. 

“Murphy,” y/n rushed over to his side, and Connor right behind her. 

“Shit,” he muttered, rubbing his head. “My head is fucking killing me.”

Connor and y/n helped Murphy into his bed. Y/n sat next to him, gently stroking his hair back. 

“I think he might have a concussion,” she explained.

“What?” Connor’s face fell. “Really?”

Y/n looked at him and nodded. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, kneeling beside Murphy’s bed. “Sorry about that.”

Murphy snorted, “will you two get ahold of yourselves! I’m not dying!” He sat up a little. “Hell, you’re making a bigger deal of this than the time I was shot!”

“Hey, we both got shot that day,” Connor argued. 

Y/n laughed, “I recall being just as worried then as I am right now! I worry about the two of you every day.”

They both looked up at her with puppy dog eyes, “Sorry, we don’t mean to make you worry.”

“It’s alright,” she kissed Murphy on the forehead, then Connor. “At least I get to help.” Getting up, she wandered over to the table and started cleaning up.

Once she was out of earshot, Murphy leaned in closer to Connor. “I’ll be getting you back for this,” he whispered, looking Connor right in the eye. 

Connor rolled his eyes, “please, you’re loving all this attention.”

…

Earlier that night…

Once the dust had settled, both Connor and Murphy simultaneously started to check themselves for injuries. 

The scene around them looked as though a tornado made of bullets had swept through. Several Bodies were lying dead on the floor in puddles of their own blood. Guns were scattered on the ground along with empty bullet shells. 

“You alright?” Connor asked, patting his chest and arms checking for any wounds.

“Yeah, I think so,” Murphy replied, extending arms out and examining himself carefully. There wasn’t a single scratch anywhere. “You?”

“I’m… good,” Connor said clearly surprised but pleased.

Both of them were wondering the same thing, how the hell did they survive that mess? They both turned around and looked behind them, the wall was littered with bullet holes, probably about a hundred of them.

Connor started to laugh, causing Murphy to laugh as well. “How the fuck did we survive that?” He breathed gesturing to the wall. 

“Hell if I know,” Murphy sighed, crouching down and resting his elbows on his knees. “They must’ve unloaded every single round they had between them.”

“Even by chance one of us should’ve been hit,” Connor reasoned. Usually, by the end of the night, they’d both be a little scuffed up at least. 

Murphy shrugged, “Guess we oughta be leaving.”

Connor narrowed his eyes as something dawned on him, and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Hit me.”

“What?” Murphy asked, backing away. 

“Hit me,” Connor repeated. 

Murphy furrowed his brow, “What for?”

Connor smirked. “Would be a shame if y/n ended up leaving early for the night,” he explained. “Should at least make her feel like she’s needed.”

Neither brother would ever admit it out loud, but they were rather fond of y/n’s doting, like how she’d fuss over every little cut, and catered to them, not letting either brother lift a finger while she was around. Sometimes, she would even go as far as spending the night and even the next day with them, if necessary. Those were the best days, getting to have her all to themselves for the whole day.

Murphy chuckled, “Ah, I see now, so we’re doing this for her sake?”

“Exactly,” Connor winked, clapping his brother’s shoulder.

“We do owe it to her,” Murphy nodded. “Wouldn’t want her feeling like she’s wasted her time.”

Connor took a step back and braced himself. Without hesitation, Murphy’s fist connected to his jaw successfully busting his lip. Connor stumbled back, and shook his head, spitting out a bit of blood. 

“Alright,” Connor smiled, wiping his chin with his sleeve. “Your turn.”

[meltwonu]

s n a k e     |     e y e s     [chapter 4]

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; 🥰💕 HELLO Y’ALL! Strap in for the longest chapter yet fdjhgkkhsf also just,,, i know hybrid aus are different and in the real life only female mammals go into heat but as u kno this is fiction and a hybrid au so for the sake of that, heat cycles r not gonna follow irl rules if u kno what im sayin!!! Also fingering and a little bit of dirty talk, and jihoon being a cheeky lil shit🥴🤤 again thank u all for taking interest in snake eyes!! 💕💕💕

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You try to avoid Jihoon for a couple days, going to the office building where you sometimes worked to try and buy yourself some time away from the snake hybrid. You can’t tell if he notices your eagerness to be away from home but you apologize to him in your head, leaving cash on the table for food when you leave in the morning for the third day in a row.

And although Jihoon may not mind your absence that much, your co-workers take notice of how often you’d been coming to the office lately.

“Is everything okay at home?”

You spin your chair around to face the cubicle next to yours, meeting the curious eyes of Seungkwan, a junior writer that had worked with you a few times. You worked as a journalist at a magazine company; sometimes taking the part of an editor when nobody was available. Thankfully, your job allowed you to work from home a lot of the time which you preferred, up until a few days ago anyway.

“Huh? Oh yeah, things are okay. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing just… You almost never come in, like, 3 days in a row? Minghao was starting to get worried too, to be honest.” Minghao was the editor in chief at your magazine company and was actually a good friend of yours. You valued his opinion more than anyone as he was insanely level headed and always lead you in the right direction when you needed a helping hand. He also had a hybrid at home, which you had forgotten about until now.  

“Oh… I mean, my mattress has been kinda… y’know, getting old so…”

“What does that have to do with you coming in 3 days in a row? Really, are you okay? You’re not making much sense...”

“I--I think I need to talk to Minghao.”

Knocking on Minghao’s office door, you try to balance the two cups of coffee in your opposite hand, making sure they don’t spill as you grasp the door knob.

“Come in!”

Pushing the door open, you shoot Minghao a lopsided smile as you hold up the coffees, kicking the door shut behind you.

“Wow, can’t say I’m surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… 3 days in a row? Something’s… off.” You sigh, setting the cups of coffee down on Minghao’s desk before sitting down in one of the seats across from him. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Well.. the last time you came in this often was when you broke up with your ex… What was his name? Soonyoung?” The name strikes a chord inside you, almost dropping the cup in your hand when you bring it to your lips to take a sip. It’s not that the relationship with Soonyoung had gone sour necessarily, in all honesty it was better than the two of you had broken up because both of you were too focused on your jobs to be in a relationship at the time. However, it still had been somewhat hard to get over; you were used to having Soonyoung around in your life and apartment and having Jihoon around was surely filling in that space lately.

“Uh, yeah, that’s him. I mean, I just… I have some questions if it’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course. We’re friends before co-workers. What’s up?”

“You… have a hybrid too, right?”

“I do… wait, you said ‘too’. Did you get a hybrid? Is that why you’ve been so out of whack?”

“Well, I did... His name is Jihoon and he’s a snake hybrid.”

Minghao can see you fidgeting from across the table, his eyes focused on the way you can’t even make eye contact with him. “He’s not… hurting you, is he?”

“What! No! Never, he’s really kind and…” You trail off, a blush creeping onto your face the longer you simmer in your own thoughts.

“Let me guess, you like him like him, don’t you.”

“I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

When you get home from the office, the sun’s already been down for a couple hours.

You’d taken the longer way back, thinking about everything you and Minghao had talked about and making some decisions for yourself before making it home. You even stopped at the cafe, grabbing a small dinner and checking to see if the cute barista Jun was around. Sadly, he was not.

“Jihoon, are you here?”

“In the bedroom!” Trudging over, you see Jihoon exiting from the attached bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. “You got back just in time. I… um, ran you a bath! It’s still warm so…” He trails off, sitting quietly on the bed as he watches your eyes flit from the bathroom to him.

“How’d you know I’d get back around this time? It’s very sweet of you Jihoon but also… why?” The snake hybrid fidgets, hands curling around the hem of his sleeves. “Um… I dunno, you seemed kinda tense lately. And you always do nice stuff for me so I wanted to do something nice for you.  And you always come back around now, kinda. Guess I was just taking a chance?”

Any coherent thoughts leave your brain at how cute Jihoon is, a serene sigh leaving your lips as you step closer to him sitting on the bed. You run your fingers through his hair as he leans into your touch, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulls you in closer.

“Hmm…”

“Something the matter?”

“You… don’t smell like you lately.” You break into a bit of a cold sweat, fingers pausing against his scalp. “O-oh.. I thought you said your sense of smell was better with your tongue?”

“Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean my nose doesn’t work. And you smell like… other people. It’s weird. I’m not used to that.”

You blush again, pulling away from Jihoon as his hands fall from your waist.

“I should take that bath you ran for me while it’s still warm then, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

When you exit from the bathroom, Jihoon’s already under the covers waiting for you.

“Already going to bed?” He nods, a yawn on his lips as he tugs the covers higher up onto his body. “Did you eat already?” Jihoon nods again, patting your side of the bed.

You slide into bed next to him, eyes drawing random shapes onto the ceiling as you lay there wide awake.

“Hey Jihoon?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?” The snake hybrid turns to face you, turning onto his side as you do the same. “Sure, shoot.” You feel nervous; thankful that it’s dark so he can’t see the way your skin flushes red. “I… sorry if this is stupid of me to ask but you… don’t go into heat, do you?”

Jihoon’s quiet for a moment, a cold hand wrapping around your wrist as he tugs you closer to him. “I can feel you getting warmer cause you’re probably embarrassed. It’s okay to ask. But can I ask why you’re asking?” Clearing your throat, your eyes adjust to the darkness, staring Jihoon straight in the eyes.

“Oh, I was talking to my f-friend earlier who has a bunny hybrid and… he said that his bunny hybrid goes into heat and I was just wondering? He makes his bunny hybrid take suppressants for his heat and I just… I guess I could’ve looked it up but I figured it’d just be better to ask you since we never really talked about it and it’s been a couple weeks since you’ve started living with me.” Jihoon processes your words, puffing his cheeks up in the darkness as he thinks.

“Technically no. I mean, like I’ve said before I don’t really have many snake-like features anyway so even if we did, I probably wouldn’t. But no… if there’s anything, I’ll probably be, um, a little sensitive to you--your, uh… cycle. Cause… smells and stuff.” This time it’s Jihoon’s turn to blush as he mentally kicks himself for his questionable reply.

“O-oh. I see… I mean, okay. That’s good? I mean, oh my god, about you not having to take suppressants! Not about… the other thing.” You can’t help but think that it’s been weeks since Jihoon started living with you which meant you’d already gone through a cycle and Jihoon hadn’t said a word about it.

“Yeah, I mean, I probably would’ve told you otherwise if it was a problem, I guess. But anyway, do you have any other pillow talk questions?”

“Um…”

“For the record, my dick is normal.”

“Jihoon!!” You can feel yourself start to sweat under the covers, mind conjuring up all sorts of inappropriate scenarios until Jihoon laughs out loud, his cold hand sliding under your neck as he wraps his other hand around your waist, effectively drawing you into him as he holds you tight against his chest.

Eventually all you hear is his steady breath, the quietness letting you know that he’s fallen asleep.

A few days pass since then, and you’re thankful that things go back to what you consider normal as you set up your work space in the living room. You’d texted Minghao a few times earlier, letting him know that things were getting better at home and that maybe he and Chan could come over for lunch sometime the next week. He agrees, telling you he’ll text you his free dates when he has time.

Jihoon was still asleep even though it was already closing in on 1PM in the afternoon. But you had chosen to not wake him up, letting the male sleep in as long as he wanted while you worked on a new draft for an article.

But it’s when you get up to make another cup of coffee after 30 minutes of working that you’re hit with a wave of arousal out of nowhere; body heating up in an instance as you feel wetness pooling between your thighs. Instead of making another cup of coffee, you immediately pick up your phone, swiping until you find your period tracker to check the dates. Fuck, you think, this would fucking happen to me after I fuckin’ asked Jihoon all those stupid questions!

The panic hits you like a ton of bricks when you hear the bedroom door opening. You wonder if there’s time to run out of the door and hide for god knows how long before Jihoon even sees you. But in the time it takes you to figure something out, Jihoon steps into the living room, hair still messy from sleep as he stretches. You watch his movements, hyper aware of the fact he can probably smell you to some degree from where he stands. And it was fine when you didn’t know he was sensitive to your cycle but now you did know which made things a little more complicated.

“Did you already make lunch? I’m starving.” Your throat feels dry, but you try to compose yourself to the best of your ability. You almost wish he hadn’t said anything about being sensitive to your cycle in the first place because the hyperawareness was apparently already eating you alive.

“Oh, um, I can make some now actually! I was just about to! I’ll let you know when it’s ready!”

You all but power walk towards the kitchen, not waiting for his reply as you focus on making something to eat; hoping the smells from the kitchen bury the smell of you ovulating to his sensitive nose.

Jihoon is normal for the rest of the day, albeit you’re on edge. Regretfully, your conversations throughout the day are clipped, mentally apologizing to Jihoon again for your weird behaviour even if he seemed to be taking everything well. Your panties had been annoyingly wet all day, even when you’d gone to change them and it was almost time for bed again which had you panicking yet again.

You take your time to get ready for bed, slightly avoiding Jihoon until you realize there’s no getting out of it. There was a second where you debated asking him to sleep in his old room but it’d been so long since he’d slept there that you felt bad for asking.

When Jihoon calls your name, you exit the bathroom, turning off all the lights before slipping into bed next to him. You feel like a plank of wood next to him, awkwardly stiff as he tries to get you to face him.

“Hey…”

“Yes, Jihoon?”

“I don’t want you to feel awkward even though you’ve kinda been all day… It’s okay, y’know.” You turn away from him, facing the window in your bedroom. You can see the moonlight filtering in through the curtains and it distracts you for a second but you think about how you could cry at how genuinely sweet Jihoon was, even when you were being aloof all day. “Sorry it’s just… You’ve been here for weeks which means you already had… had to deal with me going through it once and you didn’t even say anything? I should’ve asked you sooner cause now I don’t know if you were okay and now that I know you know and you’re sleeping next to me still and I--”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay!”

Jihoon presses into you from behind, the coolness of his body permeating his sleep clothes and cooling down your heated body even just a little bit. “I was okay last time too. Like I said, if there were any problems I would’ve told you right?”

“Yeah, but--”

“No, no buts! It’s fine, really. If I’m being honest… it was kind of nice. You got extra warm during that time. Sorry if that’s kind of weird. Guess you can say I’m an opportunist.” There’s a slight chuckle to his voice as he wraps an arm around your waist. It’s silent for a beat as you slightly relax in his hold.

“Jihoon can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Did you… um, were you like this with any of your past owners?” He sighs, nuzzling into your neck as he stares out window with you. “No. Never. Honestly, I’m a little shocked at myself too. But I guess it’s also because I spent most of the time alone when I was being adopted into other homes. You’re the first person who’s adopted me that’s around my age and… genuinely nice. I don’t feel like a show animal here.” The two of you fall into the first comfortable silence all day; Jihoon’s fingertips playing with the material of your sleep shirt.

“Can I try something?” You hum at his question, muttering a small ‘okay’ under your breath.

Jihoon starts slow, cold fingertips lifting your shirt inch by inch underneath the covers until your sleep shorts are exposed to his wandering hand. You can already feel your breath getting caught in your throat as his cold digits skim the waistband of your shorts. “Is this okay?”

“H-huh?”

“I need to know if this is okay, before I continue. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you because of what I said earlier.” You gulp hearing his words; technically, you’d both benefit from this.

“I… yes, I’m okay with this Jihoon. Please… continue.”

The snake hybrid is silent afterwards, his lips pressed against your clothed shoulder as his hand dips into your sleep shorts. His gentle touch has you moaning softly, eyes fluttering shut as you let him explore.

“You’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

“Uh… Uh-huh…”

“It’s cute you were trying to hide it like I didn’t already know.” His words are muffled against your shoulder, lips curling up into a cheeky smile that you can’t see. “I gotta be honest, I kind of regretted telling you at first, y’know? You were more open when you didn’t know. I was sad seeing you all clammed up and trying to hide from me earlier.” Jihoon’s fingertips press into the wet spot on your panties, garbled noises muffled by the pillowcase as you press your face into it slightly.

“I--Isn’t this w-weird?”

“Hmm? What’s weird about it?” Your body's on fire under the bed sheets and Jihoon’s touch and he’d barely even done anything to you yet. “I mean, y-you said you’ve never done this but---mmh, you seem so okay with it, J-Jihoon.”

His fingers play with the hem of your panties for a second before they slide against your skin, dipping deeper and deeper until they meet your wet folds. You moan, already rocking against his hand as you search for more contact. “I’m not completely inexperienced. And let’s be honest, hasn’t there been some tension between us anyway?” You almost grimace, knowing damn well you were suffering from your inappropriate dreams and your long ‘baths’ you would take to relieve yourself hoping he didn’t notice. But you also are surprised to hear that he, too, was feeling something towards you.

“Oh, uh… that’s...”

“Mm, I’m really sorry but your long ‘baths’ weren’t really fooling anyone you know.”

The embarrassment from his comment dies immediately when his fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness from your hole to your clit before rolling the nub between his fingertips. You moan Jihoon’s name, begging him to touch you more.

He indulges you, coating his middle finger in your wetness before easing it into your pussy. You immediately clench around the digit once he’s knuckle deep, whining when it’s not enough. Jihoon laughs slightly, pumping the digit in and out as he thumbs your clit.

“You’re so eager considering you were hesitant about this. Wanna talk about it?”

“Ngh, can--can we do that later? I’m so s-sensitive right now, Jihoon, I already feel like cumming… Can you… can you talk to me instead?”

“Aren’t I already doing that?” His cheeky reply has you whining again but he eases another finger into your pussy, scissoring the digits inside of you. “F-fuck, you know… what I mean. Please!”

“Is that what you like? Dirty talk?” He nuzzles into your neck, kissing the exposed skin before his lips travel up; kissing the shell of your ear. You hadn’t noticed at first but his body temperature is akin to yours now, the heat making you sweat a little as he fingers you under the sheets. “You know, sometimes when you sleep you make these cute little noises… They sound like pretty moans sometimes and it makes me wonder what you’re dreaming of when you’re wrapped up in my arms.” The wetness between your thighs is obscenely loud when Jihoon thrusts his fingers harder and faster into your pussy, your moans and whimpers mixing in.

“You smelled so good last time too. Maybe it’s just instinct but I really wanted to taste you. Maybe I could taste how sweet you really were if I had said something sooner? I’d get you to cum on my tongue over and over again and then lick up all that sweetness ‘til you’re begging me to stop.” His dirty words are whispered softly into your ear, small kisses in between as he tastes your warm skin.

For once, you really hoped this wasn’t a dream.

“Mmh, Jihoon, I’m--I’m gonna cum…!”

The snake hybrid doesn’t reply, instead rubbing your clit harder as he continues to thrust his fingers into you. And although you weren’t reciprocating anything, Jihoon felt good too, the warmth from your body making him feel comfortable and at ease.

When you finally cum around his fingers, you whimper his name, toes curling as your legs clamp around the hand between them. You can feel your breathing stop for a second as your orgasm crests and Jihoon can feel your walls throbbing around his fingers, a small groan against your ear as he slows his movements until your orgasm starts to ebb away. You don’t really know how much time has passed but the stickiness between your thighs starts to feel uncomfortable as you shift slightly; Jihoon’s fingers still inside of your pussy.

“Ji--Jihoon…”

“Hm? Oh, right.”

He eases his fingers out of you, a whimper escaping your lips at the sensitivity.

Jihoon brings his fingers up to his face over your shoulder, your wetness coated all over the digits as he brings them to his lips. You turn your head slightly, watching him through sleepy eyes as he laps at them, cleaning each finger meticulously as he moans. You almost hate the way you already crave his touch again just from the sight.

When he deems them clean enough, he smiles, satisfied. There’s a yawn on his lips afterward, his arm easing your shirt back down as he wraps an arm around your waist again. You lay there for a few minutes, feeling the urge to sleep pulling you in. But you try to get up to get cleaned off, finding yourself already locked into Jihoon’s hold as the male has seemingly already fallen asleep within the few minutes since.

You sigh, easing into his hold as you toss the idea of even trying to get cleaned up out the window. You lay there thinking about all the things you and Jihoon would need to talk about in the morning; thousands of different scenarios flitting through your mind of how it could go. You momentarily think of all the questions you want to ask Jihoon as well. But sleep eventually finds you, eyes drooping shut as you finally welcome it.

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hot-spot love

↣ In which Jungkook is a photographer and you accidentally break his favourite camera. Luckily, the only thing he cherishes more than that damn camera happens to be you.

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a/n: omg i’ve been in such a soft mood recently so like here you go. in reference to the title ‘hot-spot’ is actually a legit photography phrase. this is mostly inspired by this video i saw of a girl pranking her bf and he had a rly cute reaction so.. i made it into a fic!! pls like and reblog if u enjoy it ☺️

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Hot-spot love

You think this might be the worst day of your life. 

It had actually started off relatively well; Jungkook waking you sweetly with a kiss and hugging you from behind as you made breakfast, leaving for work five minutes late because he insisted on helping you wash up the dishes afterwards. He had left you in a productive mood and, before long, you were searching for tasks to complete.

You had cleaned the entirety of the penthouse by lunchtime — not a particularly arduous task considering it was relatively clean anyway — and then took the time to make yourself Samgyeopsal and Japchae for lunch, storing most of it in the refrigerator to have for dinner later. You smiled knowing the Jungkook would be more than excited, given that Samgyeopsal was perhaps his favourite dish of yours.

With a full belly and nothing else to do, you decided to rearrange your and Jungkook’s bedroom. You were half-way through moving the desk-lamp two inches to the left when you spotted Jungkook’s camera. Jungkook had always loved photography, and he told you often that you were his favourite subject, taking delight in the way you would immediately be flustered afterwards. You smiled fondly, picking it up to go through the photos he had taken yesterday when the two of you went on a picnic. But, as you picked it up your fingers involuntarily loosened, and you watched, horrified, as your boyfriend’s camera slipped out of your grip and careened towards the floor. 

The broken shutter glass had cut your finger as you attempted to salvage the mess, and now you sit with a steadily reddening tissue wrapped around the gash, waiting on the couch for Jungkook to come back from work. 

The sound of the door opening is both a relief and something that causes dread to bubble up within you. 

“Babe!” He calls out, and he sounds so happy you almost want to cry, “I’m home!” He comes into the living room, too focused on disentangling himself from his bag to notice your desolate state.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, pressing a distracted kiss to your forehead as he heads to the bedroom to discard his suit jacket. 

“Uh huh,” you replied quietly, before letting out a sigh. 

Jungkook pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, and then immediately turns back and heads to you, leaning over the back of the couch so you have to look at him upside down.

“Why the sigh, babe?” He questions, worry starting to dilute his dopey grin. 

“Sigh?” You ask weakly, trying to deflect. You know you have to tell Jungkook about the camera, but you hate to be the one to make him upset.

“There it is again!” Jungkook exclaimed, before leaning in to place a kiss on your brow. “Your face always gets kind of screwed up when you’re thinking too hard about something.”

You try to smile, but something lodges in your throat and, to your immediate embarrassment, it comes out as a sob. Jungkook is immediately cooing, sweeping around to the front of the couch and sitting down, tugging you into his lap as he frantically tries to wipe away your tears.

“No, no, no, babe, don’t cry!” He whines, “Just tell me what’s wrong and I promise I’ll fix it, don’t worry.” 

“I broke your camera.” Is what you try to say, but you’re crying so hard you only make it to “I-” and then dissolve into tears again. You bring up your hands to cover your face, not wanting Jungkook to see you like this, when he makes a sharp noise and his fingers close around your wrist, tugging it under for his inspection.

“Your finger!” He gasps, peeling away the stiff tissue paper to reveal your cut. He immediately drags you to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, despite your teary protestations of it’s just a small cut. After wrapping it in an unnecessary amount of bandages and several kisses ‘to make it heal faster’, he leans down to look in your eyes.

“Was that why you were crying, babe?” You can only manage to shake your head, dissolving into tears again. God, Jungkook was being so nice and you were just the worst girlfriend ever. 

“Please don’t cry babe.” He softly repeated over and over, stroking his hands along your hair and wiping away your tears, pressing kisses all over your face. “Just tell me, and I’ll make it better.” 

“Y-You can’t!” You bawl, before burying your face in your hands again. Jungkook patiently peels back your fingers and presses his forehead to yours. 

“I promise you,” he says solemnly, “I will make it ok. You don’t have to worry about anything now I’m here. And I’ll always be here.”

“You promise?” You ask quietly, and he nods, placing a little kiss to the tip of your nose to make you smile.

“I… I broke your camera.” You confess, and then bury your head in his shoulder, waiting for him to start shouting. He has never even raised his voice at you before, but you are worried this will finally set him off.

“…My camera?” He asks, sounding more than slightly confused. You pulled back, confused as well.

“Yes, your camera. The really expensive one that you take with you anytime we go anywhere.” 

“Oh…” He trails off, and then, shocking you, he breaks into a massive grin. “Oh! God, babe you’re so cute! That’s what you were worried about?” Jungkook laughed as you gave him a wide-eyed nod, tugging you into his chest again and hugging you tightly. “I’m so relieved! I thought something had happened to you. Oh, you don’t know how glad I am!”

“But, your camera-” You start, your voice muffled in the material of his dress shirt.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He brushes it off flippantly. “I can just take it to the repair shop or something. Can’t lose all those beautiful pictures I took of you, can I?” Your memories flash back to the absolutely shattered camera.

“No, I really broke it. I don’t even think it’s fixable.” At that, Jungkook laughs again, pulling back to grin at you.

“How did you even manage that?” He asks, his eyes bright with amusement but somehow that makes you cry even harder.

“I’m really sorry!” You wail, and he tugs you back into his chest again, his shirt now slightly damp with your tears. Just another one of Jungkook’s possessions that I’ve ruined, you think bleakly. 

‘Babe,” he says, sounding heartbroken. “It’s just a camera. Please don’t cry, or I’ll start crying too.” You look up at him and, true to his word, his eyes are turning glassy and sorrowful. 

“B-but what about your photos-”

“They were all of you. I’ve got a lifetime of taking photos of you ahead of me, I don’t need to rush.” You can’t help but blush when he says this. Jungkook has never been afraid to state his intention of spending the rest of his life with you, but it still sends a thrill down your spine every time. 

“I’ll get a job and save up so I can buy you a new camera.” You resolve, and immediately he’s shaking his head.

“No, no, no, there’s no need at all, babe. I didn’t even like that camera anyway. I was going to pick up a new hobby, I don’t care about the camera. All I care about is you. It’s breaking my heart to see you cry.” He cups your tear-stained cheek in his hand and you lean into it, even as you whack him lightly on the stomach. 

“That was so cheesy.” You giggle, and his face mimics your own smile, before smoothing out.

“You’re lovely even when you’re crying.” He mutters, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, tilting it backwards as he leans in and kisses you deeply, trying to convey his love for you. You accept eagerly, and when your injured hand comes up to curl into his hair, you find the cut doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

Later, when the two of you are curled up on the couch finishing off the leftovers of the Samgyeopsal and Japchae — and you were right, Jungkook was practically ecstatic when he saw his dinner — you ask him:

“How much did the camera cost?” He pauses slightly, before answering with a smile.

“You could find one for about ten dollars.”

“Jungkook!” You pout, flicking his forehead lightly. “Please tell me the truth. I know it cost a lot more than that.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you.” He says, before his expression becomes slightly more serious. “It actually cost twenty-five dollars.” 

“Jungkook!” You whine, whacking him on the arm with a pillow as he laughs. 

“Ok, ok,” He raises a hand up, blocking the pillow, “You’re right, it was actually quite an expensive camera.” Even though he was only confirming what you already knew, you felt fresh guilt wash over you. 

“How expensive?” 

“Thirty dollars.” 

This time, he is ready for the pillow aimed at his face and blocks it, grabbing your wrist and tugging you over so you are trapped in his lap, caged in by his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“Babe, stop asking about it, it doesn’t matter.” He reprimands you playfully, kissing your forehead. “I have more than enough money to replace it, and even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t care. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I have you.” He smiled. “And you’re all I need to be happy. Okay?” He grins at you, and you grin back, feeling the overwhelming love you have for this man somehow double.

“Okay.” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and check on my computer. Obviously you have something against my belongings, and I just want to make sure the monitor is salvageable.”

“Jungkook!”