#I REMEMBER BEING SO FUCKING SICK AND WRAPPED UP IN BLANKETS AND WRITING ALL THESE PAGES WITH A HUMIDIFIER AT MY FEET

[llondonfog]

I FORGOT JEFFERY literally absorbing your writing if i had half the talent you had i would writing novels

THIS HAUNTED POST

[miss-conjayniality]

enhyungline as mariah carey songs 🦋🌟

genre: fluff. PURE FLUFF!

pairing: enhyungline x gn!reader

word count: 1766

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS DAAHHHLLIINGSSS!!! 🌟omfg i meant to post this over a week ago 😭 but I’ve been soooo fawking busy with life and I got sick but I’m all good now so here y’all go! as a huge engene AND lambily, I wanted to pay tribute to the queen of christmas by assigning different songs by her to our beloved enhyungline! 🩷 christmas may be almost over but mariah’s got a vast catalogue that’s classic, timeless, and sonically diverse. i’m a mimi stan all year round dahhlliinnggss 💅🏼 I’ve been meaning to do this for a while too🫣

also…can we fucking TALK about how enhypen dropped an EP called daydream, which also happens to share the same name as one of mimi’s BEST ALBUMS EVER!?!?? GOOD FUCKING GOD!!!! THEY DID THIS SHIT FOR ME ISTG!!!!

ALSO….i definitely didn’t cry or get delusional while writing this🤠🫣

P.S.: heeriah leerey IS in fact mariah’s adoptive son. I SAID WHAT I SAID! PERIODT.

HEESEUNG: MUSIC BOX.

“when i am lost, you shine a light for me and set me free. when i am low, you wash away my tears and take me through the loneliness and emptiness. through the darkest nights, somehow i survive through it all”

“your love is strong enough to lift me up. if i’m afraid, oh baby. you chase away my fears and take me to a brighter place.”

do you remember those music boxes you loved during your childhood years because they would open up to little angels dancing around in circles to melodious tunes? heeseung is exactly that - in human form. being around him evokes feelings of nostalgia and comfort because he reminds you of a simpler time when life felt magical and full of wonder. his presence is like the soft melody of a music box, enveloping you in warmth and tranquility, making you feel cherished in a way that feels timeless.

heeseung is a dreamy, delicate angel come to life. he has a calming energy that feels timeless and effortlessly comforting. the type of lover to cuddle with you underneath a weighted blanket after taking a warm soothing bath together. the type of lover to steep green tea for you, watch vintage disney films with you, and softly hum sweet melodies to you as he holds you close, making you feel cherished and at peace in his embrace.

heeseung’s love feels like a safe haven, a quiet sanctuary where time slows down, and the world outside fades away. his presence is a gentle reminder that even in life’s chaos, there’s always space for warmth, tenderness, and the beauty of simple, meaningful moments. with him, every shared glance and unspoken word feels intentional, like he’s crafting a world where love is soft, steady, and substantial. he has a way of making you feel as if you’re the only person that matters, wrapping you in a sense of security that feels both grounding and ethereal.

with heeseung, love feels like being carried through life’s storms with unwavering strength and care. when the weight of the world feels too heavy, his arms are always there to be wrapped around your shoulders. his quiet reassurance dissolves your fears like the clouds in the sky after a thunderstorm.

heeseung is an uplifting lover. when times get rough, he encourages you to overcome your fears and persevere through the madness. just his belief in you alone could move mountains. in his arms, you feel safe enough to dream again, his love lifting you from darkness and showing you the light of brighter, better days ahead.

your admiration for heeseung is never-ending. there is no one before him that could ever match his level. and there’s certainly no such thing as “after” once he appeared into your life. his warm, compassionate nature is rare in this cold, harsh and cruel world. you are his sunshine, and he is your sunshine protector. ever since you met him, he’s inspired your sense of adventure.

whether it’s buzz lightyear action figures, legos, or stuffed animal deers, heeseung serves as a powerful reminder to never neglect your inner child 🩷

JAY: VISION OF LOVE.

“treated me kind. sweet destiny. carried me through desperation. to the one that was waiting for me. it took so long. still i believed…somehow the one that i needed would find me eventually.”

“i had a vision of love. and it was all that you’ve given to me. i had a vision of love. and it was all that you turned out to be.”

you CANNOT tell me this man isn’t the personification of this song. jay HIMSELF is theee vision of love! PERIODT.

jay is the type of lover most people envision when it comes to experiencing true love. not just romantically. but on every level. eros. philia. storge. agape. in a world of fakers disguised as lovers, jay floats above the fray and proves that love is real. the lover whom you’d encounter by chance one day, only to realize he was the one your soul had been searching for all along. you had been trying to hard all these years to seek out love, yet eventually you found him…unintentionally.

jay’s embodies the type of love that’s even better than what you witness in novels and films. even in the mundane tasks such as filing taxes, doing the laundry, etc., he makes it enjoyable. and because of those enjoyable moments, he inspires you to conquer anything life throws at you. that’s how transformative his love is. he’s the reason why you’re so grateful for life, no matter how tough it gets.

jay doesn’t just love you in the extraordinary ways (i.e.: buying luxury gifts, or wooing you with lavish vacations). he loves you in the unassuming ways too - the kind of moments that go unnoticed. for example, if you’re nervous at a public gathering, he’ll recognize that feeling and hold your hand tight. sometimes, he’d look at you like you’re the only person in the room. or maybe he’ll give his jacket to you when you’re feeling cold. no matter what the situation is, his attentive love reminds you that you’re never alone. it’s the love that strengthens you, grounds you, and pushes you to believe in the beauty of life, no matter how unpredictable it may be.

sometimes you even wonder how on earth you managed to land such a generous, patient man like jay. the gratitude you hold in your heart for him is unmatched. it’s hard to even believe he’s real. but there he is. as real as can be. sometimes you cry because you’re afraid he wouldn’t love your imperfections - such as the way you manage your emotions under stress, or the moments when you doubt yourself.

but jay would assure you that no matter what, you are worth loving. and you are his vision of love too.

JAKE: YOURS.

“you brighten up the moon and stars at night. you keep me seeing rainbows in the sky. you bring new meaning to my life now. i believe in miracles. baby, i’m forever yours.”

“i keep thankin’ the lord above for blessing me with oh so much. ‘cause i know how it feels to be part of you boy. everyday my life’s so abundant with joy. and i honestly never thought love could be real until the angels guided you to me.”

jake is a living embodiment of the australian sunshine. because he HIMSELF is the australian sunshine! whenever he walks into any room, the whole place brightens up. his presence is the midas touch. he’s the rainbow to your rainy days. it’s the little things that make you fall for him even deeper. his hospitality towards other people, the way he treats animals and children, and his overall selfless nature.

jake’s love is bountiful. he knows how to make you feel cherished in ways you never thought possible. he remembers the subtle details - your favorite song, the way you order your coffee, the board games you enjoy, and the sparkle on your face whenever you see layla. he turns them into valuable moments of connection. with him, love isn’t just spoken in grand declarations, it’s the kind of love that speak louder than words ever could. ultimately, love is a verb. it is performed through daily actions.

with jake, the level of gratitude you possess has increased. he has a way of shifting your perspective, helping you notice and appreciate the little things that once went overlooked. you know…like the beauty of a sunrise, the tranquility of a quiet moment, or the comfort of simply being together. quality time is his love language. he is the living meaning of “quality time”. no matter how minuscule a moment may seem, he inspires you to see the beauty in those moments. his unwavering positivity and selflessness inspire you to find happiness in even the smallest of blessings.

jake’s positive attitude is contagious. it even influences you. he’s what it means to be a miracle. he’s a warm and nurturing lover to you. he’s the partner whom you’d be happy to share and embrace your life with.

in fact, he’s more than just your significant other. he’s your best friend and your partner-in-crime. he’s….yours.

SUNGHOON: I’LL BE LOVIN’ U LONG TIME

“there's no stopping you and me. i'll be loving you long time (as i can breathe). i'll be loving you long time (eternally).”

“don't care what no one has to say. they don't understand us like we do. i need you near me night and day. together, there ain't nothin' we can't do. scoop me up and we can go to that little spot where no one knows. spend a little time just us alone. you can caress my body and never let go.”

sunghoon is the kind of lover that just randomly appears in your life one day. he is someone who starts off as your friend first, and gradually becomes your lover. hoonie isn’t one to open up so easily. he’s guarded with whom he shares the fullness of his heart with because he’s someone who loves deeply. and he can’t bear the feeling of heartbreak. he craves a stable, healthy, wholesome relationship void of petty drama.

sunghoon is a loyal friend to you. he always supports your endeavors and is a shoulder to cry on during the rough times. he’s exactly everything a good friend should be - someone who listens without judgment. the type of friend who remembers subtle details like your comfort film or your favorite dish. he brings light to your life even during the darkest moments.

sunghoon eventually finds himself falling for you, his best friend. and it hurts him because he fears that you don’t love him back. when you noticed him behaving unusually and not interacting with him as much, he had no choice but to reluctantly confess his feelings for you. when he noticed the tears falling down your eyes and the smile that formed on your face, he was caught off guard from it.

finally, you admitted. someone who feels the same way about you the way you feel for them. the moment you gave him that initial hug, he too hugged you back. as your friendship evolves into courtship, you two are in it with each other for the long haul. that was the moment when both of you never looked back. you are each other’s allies and confidantes. you are each other’s lovers and friends.

you two love each other for life. your love for each other is unwavering and timeless. it’s the kind of love that feels both magnetic and enduring. sunghoon’s style of loving isn’t the kind that’s frequently communicated through histrionics commonly seen in films and literature. his loyalty for you is shown through his daily actions. ultimately, sunghoon knows that real love takes sincerity and discipline. he has a natural, effortless charm that that captivates you, not just in fleeting moments, but in ways that linger and stay with you long after.

he’s a reminder that true love is about consistency, depth, and a connection that withstands the tests of time.

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

December Fic Day 3 ~ Cold

Did I forget to write something for today? Yes. Did I remember at approximately 7:34PM? Yes. Have I just wrote almost 1000 words in 20 minutes? Absolutely which means this could be a load of absolute crap as it has not been checked and is being published as soon as I fiinished the final sentence. DECEMBER FIC DAY 3 LETS GO!

Summary: You get sick but luckily Logan is there to help.

Warnings: the only one really is the mention of reader being ill but apart from that I think that's it

Pairings: again pretty sure this is suitable for everyone (fem!reader/male!reader/gn!reader) but I am still new to writing anything other than fem!reader so any pointers are greatly appreciated.

Enjoy and please like and comment if you do. Something as simple as an emoji literally makes my day better so please don't hesitate to comment and obviously reblog to share my work.

December Masterlist

It wasn’t fair. How on earth was the man with literally metal on his bones a human furnace? Logan was never cold… like ever. Bit of rain? The man walks out of the house in his trademark jeans and white wifebeater. A fucking snow blizzard like today? The man was walking around your cabin in nothing but his plaid pyjama pants, ones that you had bought to match with him but right now you were too cold to think about wearing anything other than what you were currently in. 

Two pairs of thick fluffy socks, a pair of thermal leggings underneath a pair of Logan’s sweatpants, one of his wifebeaters under one of your Christmas jumpers underneath Logan’s X-men sweatshirt and you were still cold. “Logan I swear to all that is holy! You complain that it’s too warm one more time and I will lock you out of the house in the fucking snow storm.” 

“Baby I’m sweatin’ my ass off here, come on. That pile of wood has got to last us the rest of the month, not the rest of the damn night.” Logan protested, trying to take the stack of wood back into the garage, the same wood that you were trying to throw onto the fire to keep yourself warm. Eventually, he managed to fight you off (by promising to follow you up to bed and keep you warm himself) but you were still annoyed. No matter how much wood you threw on the fire or how many layers you put on your body, you were still freezing. 

Logan managed to get you upstairs and into bed, wrapping you up in all the blankets he could find and holding you close to his chest, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead to try and cheer you up. “You’re burning up, love.” 

“I am not burning up. If I was burning up then I wouldn’t be cold would I smartass?” You quipped, cuddling closer into him, pulling the blanket further over your shoulders and your hat further over your ears. “I really think I’m dying Logan. There is no way that I should be staying this cold. It’s scientifically impossible.” 

“Well it’s not bub because it’s happening to you so it’s possible. Now, I’m gonna go and get some painkillers and the thermometer. I’m starting to think you’re under the weather, baby.” He said, climbing out of bed and tucking the blankets further around you, trying to trap the heat in. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Logan came back into the room carrying a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle soup, a bread roll, a packet of painkillers and a mug of tea. “Here we go love. If we can’t warm you from the outside let’s try and warm the inside hmm?” He began spooning mouthfuls of soup into your mouth, careful not to burn your tongue and you realised then that you couldn’t fall anymore in love with your boyfriend. 

“I love you. You know that right? Like seriously I am so deeply genuinely in love with you that I actually fear it’s unhealthy.” You confessed to Logan and the man just chuckled, helping you shuffle closer to him under the sheets as he placed the now empty bowl on his bedside table. 

“I love you too, bub. Now come on, try an’ get some sleep. You ain’t never gonna get better if you’re not resting.” He told you sternly and you nodded, ready to sleep and wake up feeling rejuvenated but then you had a terrifying thought. 

“Oh my God!” You yelled and Logan almost jumped out of his skin as he shot out of bed, claws unsheathed as he looked for danger. 

“What? Where? What happened?” He asked quickly and you froze, unable to hold back the snort that left you. “What the hell are you laughin’ at? That ain’t funny, bub!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you, honey. I just… I just….” 

“You just what? Wanted to give an old man a heart attack?” He complained and you just rolled your eyes as he climbed back into bed with you, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you closer to him. 

“As if you wouldn’t just magically heal five minutes later anyway. Anyway, what if I’m ill at Christmas? Oh Logan you can’t let me be ill at Christmas!” You whined, burying your head further into his chest as the older man just began laughing. “It’s not funny! My Christmas will be ruined!”

“Baby, calm down, goddamn. You realise that there are still about three weeks left until Christmas? The chances of you staying ill for that long are extremely unlikely. And if, in the extremely unlikely chance that you are ill on Christmas, I’ll just bully Chuck into letting us time travel and experience the day again hmm?” He teased, knowing time travel was something that was best left alone. 

You laughed softly into his chest and he just pressed another kiss to your temple. “You’re right… I can’t get you sick can I?” YOu asked and Logan was quick to shake his head. “Good. Didn’t want to have to send you to stay at the school until I got better again.” 

“Baby you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me if you tried. Whether I was able to catch your cold or not, I wouldn’t be leaving you here alone while you were sick. Love ya too much for that.” He admitted, pressing another few kisses to your head and holding you closer to his chest. “Now sleep. You’ll be better soon, don’t stress about it.”

Dividers: @coolcatsgraphics

I'm also on A03 :)

The plot of this changed half way through due to sheer stress and panic of not having anything written for today so, if you notice it, no you didn't 💛

[lunapwrites]

I'm reminded of a fic I wrote a while ago, exploring the idea of Sirius and Remus getting a dog, ostensibly for Harry. The dogs in that fic were inspired by my own, with Stegosaurus taking much of her story and personality from Freyja. And what prompted me to write it (aside from a prompt from Imp) was the realization that Freyja was getting old, and sort of quietly contemplating her mortality, and the inevitability of needing to say goodbye.

With that said, I did not anticipate needing to say goodbye so soon, nor so suddenly.

I need to put this somewhere so I can stop replaying it. It's explicit and it's fucking sad and no one is under any obligation to read it. I just need it to be in a place that can be seen that my partner won't see. Because I lied to him, slightly, about the particulars. And I don't want to remember right now, but I don't want to forget either.

I wish that it had been quicker and easier than falling asleep for her, like it was in the fic. She deserved that. It was quick, true, but it was not easy. It was ugly. And she fought it.

She'd been sick, but was improving. Kidney disease and an enlarged heart, they said. All at once. Vet had us treating the kidneys first, hoping it would take pressure off her heart. And it seemed to be going okay. She'd gotten her energy back and was eating, even if not as well as she had in the past. She was playing with her toys again. She tried to steal my cookies not five minutes before it happened.

We were sitting on the couch. Feeding Bean, winding down for the night, getting ready to go to bed. She was curled up in her corner like normal. And then suddenly she stood up and she came over towards me, and started whining. Like, really whining, like I'd never heard her whine before. I still clocked the tone, it's just she's never been in pain before. She's never had to be. She started getting louder. And her legs started buckling under her, and she leaned her head over the side of the couch, and she just moved and sounded wrong, and then she made a noise. And in the fic I described this as "a funny little noise" because I'd never actually heard it myself before but wow did I undersell it. It's awful. It was like all the air got pushed out of her lungs. Worse than a wheeze. Like Christopher Lee had coached her how to sound like she'd been stabbed in the back.

And then she fell. Tipped forward off the couch in a way that no dog naturally moves and fell on the floor like she had no bones in her body. Head, limbs all at an unnatural angle. Literally spilled. She slid. Eyes wide and wild and she was still breathing. Still there, but not. Tongue lolling out of her mouth so hard I thought she was choking on it. Drool everywhere. I called my partner inside the moment she fell. She was still breathing. Weak, erratic, but it was there. I carried her out to the car and he got Bean in her carrier and we hauled ass to the ER. But I knew we were too late before I even got her out the door - she'd pissed everywhere. And I'd seen her eyes as I put her inside. Glassy. Tongue back in her mouth. There was no resistance when I carried her, and she hated being carried. Hated it.

Anyway she was pronounced DOA. The vets were very kind. Helped us figure out what to do with her. I left her there wrapped in her favorite blanket and I'm waiting for her to come back in the little box I picked for her. We think her heart gave out, and the vet agreed. She just turned thirteen.

My partner and I have been beside ourselves. We've had her for the entire time we've been living on our own, and she's seen us through every major milestone we've had so far. And she won't see another.

Odin is in a weird place. He's never been the only dog before. He was hoarded and then fostered and then came to us, and her. They didn't get along very well. She bossed him around something fierce. He still rushed to her side when she fell. He's okay most of the time but every now and then he just seems lost. Like he's waiting for her to show up and take charge again, even if he hated when she did. I left for an hour and he waited at the door for me too. For me to bring her back, like I had been with all her appointments.

I was able to open my front door for the first time in eight years yesterday without needing to manage a tiny, angry little whirlwind offended by its existence. I was relieved. I was devastated. My partner came inside and only one dog was screaming at him. Destroyed him all over again. I told him that she wasn't in any pain, and that it had been that sudden. That she'd just dropped out of nowhere. I didn't tell him that she knew. That she felt it. That she was scared and in pain for about ten seconds. Three audible whines. That was it. But that's more than he needs to know.

This sucks. I'm sad Bean won't get to properly meet her, because she was such a personality. I am really shaken by how sudden and violent it was, and the fact that she was within arms reach - I just was holding Bean and couldn't grab her. And mostly I just miss her. Like a lung. A really noisy lung that shed like crazy, and loved everyone she met. I'm fucking gutted. Between this and my mom being diagnosed with cancer and having a whole ass child this has been the most difficult summer of my life. I'm hoping, sincerely, that this is the last hard thing for a while.

Anyway I know this was a lot. If you did read it, sorry - but also thank you for listening.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

28: Two Trucks Having Sex

A/N: The multiple shifts of tone in this chapter, I feel, is a perfect representation of this story as a whole, and how most people can experience life in a single day. Call it bad writing or disorganized, it’s okay. I’m perfectly happy with how it came out. :) That being saidddd 😩

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

In the last part of the chapter will include:

-Discussions about depression

-Minor mentions of suicidal thoughts/tendencies

-Very corny ass romance

Reader’s Discretion is Advised! I hope you enjoy this chapter: Two Trucks Having Sex 😩👍

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HEAVEEEE!!!

HOOOOO!!!!!

You squeeze your eyes shut, pushing and pushing the mattress with all your might. No matter how much strength and effort, the amount of focus to ignoring your growing cramps, all the [Y/ussy] you’re putting in…

YOU CAN’T GET SANS’ FUCKING MATTRESS OUT OF HIS ROOM!!

Finally, almost a week later, they’ve successfully convinced you to move into Sans’ room while Sans roomed with his brother. You guys were in the process of moving the shorter skeleton’s belongings while you volunteered to move his dingy ass mattress. However, that was currently proving to be more of a challenge than your ego was ready for.

You lean pathetically against his worn-out mattress that was caught in the door, openly weeping at your own weakness and pain.

Papyrus, your beloved, was behind you and watched you with nervous eyes. He offered to do it himself, but you wanted to prove yourself for some fucking reason. Sans was moving his other stuff into his brother’s room, so it was just you and Skeletor.

“EHM… [Y/N]… ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“I’m shitting tears, Papyrus.”

“EW… ARE YOU REALLY?”

“No!”

You put your arm around your stomach, “Oh, God. My stomach…!”

“WH–[Y/N], WHAT IS WRONG?!”

Papyrus is right by your side, hovering his hands over you and unsure what to do. You’re legitimately crying now, hugging the mattress as if it loved you. But really, you know you’re projecting because no one will ever love you as Kōrenki did, and that one homeless crackhead at the gas station from 4 years ago.

This is it! This is karma for not getting cramps last time! Oh, fuck, you feel actually sick! The cramps are so bad this time!

“what’s going–” Sans shortcuts into the room when he hears you crying, though now he’s unsure if that was a good idea. “-woah, [y/n]. are you okay?”

“AHHH-HAAAA…!!” You sob pathetically, making them both scared, “SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEE!!!”

──

So, this is a menstrual cycle! Wow, fascinating! Sans has only heard the legends, never once believing he could witness it firsthand!

You were back in the living, lying on the couch while wrapped in a bundle of blankets. Ah, humble beginnings, truly.

Papyrus eagerly volunteered to go to the store to pick up a few things for your comfort, such as a heating pad and a secret plushie that you didn’t ask for. You had already stopped crying but his little brother wanted to do everything to make sure you felt better.

And also…

“WHY DON’T YOU AND [Y/N] GET A LITTLE… CANOODLING SESSION IN WHILE I’M GONE,” His bother had teased, giving Sans a very obvious wink.

A traitor is what his younger brother is. Who could’ve seen this coming? Either way, you very much seem like you’d rather do anything else than canoodle, so the window of opportunity Papyrus gave him will be wasted.

“‘M sorry I got emotional,” You mumble in your burrito blanket, “My cramps just… They really hurt and I was trying to pretend they didn’t.”

“nah, don’t worry about it. you know, i can probably help you out if you told me what i was working with.”

You weakly laugh, “Are you seriously trying to get a human biology lesson from me?”

Sans’ grin widens as he shrugs, “better late than never, right? ‘sides, the more i know, the more i can sympathize with you and be miserable with you.”

“Charming.”

“i do what i can.”

Fine, whatever.

You caved in instantly because you remembered how traumatized Napstablook was when you told him. If you give Sans the actual gross explanation, it might be pretty funny, too. You miss that ghost actually; you text him regularly but you should ask him to hang out soon.

“Do you want to short version or the medical version?” You ask him.

He snorts, “who do you take me for? we’re both scientists here-”

“-Is that how that works?”

“doctors, physicists, tomato, tomato. either way, we’re on the same page here. give it to me straight, doc.”

You give him a look, “…Sure. First things first, I gotta explain the uterus to you.”

“the what?”

──

Sans has this look in his eyes, sitting hunched over on the armrest of the couch by your head, his elbows on his knees while holding his chin in his hands.

Bro is in shambles, but also incredibly flustered if the pink on his face was anything to go by.

You smirk smugly, rubbing his arm to comfort him. That made him more embarrassed of course, but a win is a win.

“That’s how I–well, that’s how women reproduce, and why our periods also suck ass. Thoughts?”

“…none.”

Mmm, pues.

“no wonder blooky was like that on that day,” Sans mutters to himself, thinking things over, “it makes sense…”

…Huh?

“Sannsss,” You whine, “I’m sorry, but can you please get me some cold water?”

“huh? oh, sure.”

He hops off the couch to do just that. He might’ve had his whole world turned upside down, but he’s not going to ignore you because of it. Although you gave him the best explanation to your ability, it gave him great insight on how Sans (and Papyrus too, if Sans were unable to) can help you out with the pain.

You’re sitting up when he returns to you, smiling at his return while holding both hands out for the glass of water. “Wotah,” You beam with an [exaggerated fake accent / exaggeration of your accent], “A glass of wo’ ah.”

“bone apple tea.

“Wo’ ah…”

You happily drink your cold, crispy water. This would hit so much more differently at 3 am.

“hey, i have something i wanna try. i think it can help with the pain,” Sans sits close next to you on your right, “can’t promise that it’ll work, but it won’t hurt you more than you already are.”

You reach over to the side to put the cup on the small table by the couch. Then you look at the monster while nodding, gesturing for him to do what he needs to do to work his magic. He slowly hovers his left hand over your stomach, looking at you for another round of permission. You nod, letting him continue.

His pink, gloved hand rests on your lower stomach, right over where you can still feel the cramps. His eye-sockets narrow in concentration as a light blue aura summons around his hand. Pleasant warmth settles underneath his hand, soothing your cramps almost instantly. You sigh in relief when he starts rubbing your lower stomach, his healing touch soothing your pain and discomfort. Admittedly it’s not completely gone, but holy fuck is that so much better than 2 seconds ago.

You lean to the side to get closer to Sans, smiling in satisfaction and amusement at his tensing up.

“You should call Papyrus and tell him not to buy the heating pad now that we know you can do this,” You say, being 100% serious, “What are you doing, anyway?”

“hm, the short and simple answer is i’m concentrating my magic but not releasing it. it starts to buzz and heat up. and as long as i don’t concentrate too much of my magic…” Sans shifts so you can lay on his side more comfortably, “it stays nice and warm, right?”

“Fuck. Yes. Dude.”

“maybe ‘cause it’s magic, it works a lot faster too, apparently.”

“Yeah…”

“you’re not listening, are you?”

“No, no, I am. I’m just sooo relaxed right now. I’ve never felt this good during a period.”

You can probably fall asleep like this, but how cliche would that be? Do you even care about something like that?

“Thank you so much, Sans. I feel like you’re always–uh, you and Papyrus, are always doing things for me. I don’t know how to repay you guys, or if I ever could,” You scrunch up your nose, “Wait, that sounded too emo.”

“you are the only person i know who’s worried about sounding too emo about expressing your feelings.” He shakes his head, an amused smile morphing into a soft one, “you’ve been great to us too, [y/n]. ain’t nothing you gotta worry about.”

“I’m really happy we turned out like this,” You say suddenly, softly and quietly as if you didn’t want him to hear, “I was really scared of you at first. About how’d you react to me, to an adult human in the Underground. On top of that, I’m like you in that I know how this place runs and what it means to know.”

“I really planned to keep my distance and to just keep everything from you. But… Here we are,” You look at his hand that hasn’t stopped moving on your stomach. “Thank you for giving me a chance. And… thank you for trusting me.”

Trust you? Yeah, Sans supposes that he does. He probably doesn’t trust you more than he trusts Papyrus, but in all fairness, that’s Papyrus. Does he trust you more than Alphys? More than Asgore? More than Grillby?

…

More than Toriel?

He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, watching your breathing get slower and deeper. You’re falling asleep on him. Sans can’t say he minds it, not really. He’s gotten comfortable too and could probably catch a few Z’s himself. He could sleep comfortably around you.

How terrifying.

Sans perceived you as a threat the moment he learned of your existence, and briefly, very recently he perceived you as a threat when you admitted you were like him (like Flowey by extension).

“You don't know if you can Reset,” do you even have a clue how close you were to dying on the spot just so Sans could check that statement? Would you actually be able to come back, or were you honest in thinking you can't? Would you remember the Reset if you could? How betrayed would you feel?

How miserable and guilt-ridden would Sans be once he realized you were telling the truth, and he killed the person he liked for no reason?

Was he willing to gamble such a possibility?

But then you were looking at him with your sad eyes, with your very honest, very vulnerable eyes. You knew what it would cost to reveal that information, and you did it anyway because you trusted that he’d trust you still anyway.

You did it anyway because that’s just the type of person you are.

You are the strangest addition to his life, and this is the last thing he would’ve thought about how your relationship would develop.

And yet, here you two are.

Nearly falling asleep on each other, trusting each other. Though maybe not fully, but enough that Sans could sleep right now and the only thing he’d have to worry about is accidentally waking you up with his bony structure.

Oh, dear.

This is happening faster than Sans was expecting. Faster than he was prepared for.

Sans removes his hand from your stomach and shuffles even closer to you. He reaches his right hand over this time, practically wrapping his arm around you to put his hand back on your lower stomach. He does the same trick, though faster and more improved. In return, you also lean closer to him, both of you using each other to stay upright.

Getting caught canoodling cuddling like this will be a little embarrassing once Papyrus gets back, but neither of you cares at the moment. You assume it’s magic, like always, but Sans' body is more solid than you were expecting. You think taking a nap wouldn’t hurt-

“thank you,” Sans says quietly, “for being better and more than what i gave you credit for.”

You find yourself smiling. You say nothing in return, feeling as if though it wasn’t necessary.

This is nice.

────

This is not nice.

You’re scanning items for the customer at Pollux’s shop, a dead look in your eyes from the cramps fucking you to tears. It’s a good ‘ol Tuesday were it not for the fact that your period started 5 days ago and you’re still in agony.

The heating pad Papyrus had bought for you was too big and bulky for you to take to work, and unfortunately, you couldn’t take Sans’ hand off his body and use his magic because that was “weird” and “would probably kill him.”

Fucking loser.

You bag the items and give the customer a fucking salute because you couldn’t be bothered to speak. The poor Snowdrake nods and scurries out of the store, probably never returning again.

You are bad for business today, and it seems Marcine agrees.

“Are you, like, okay?” Marcine asks without an ounce of actual care in her voice, “Not that I, like, care or anything. But you’re negative aura is kinda, like, making me stressed out. I just got a new skincare routine, and, like, one of the instructions is to avoid any stress for, like, the next month and stuff.”

…

You slowly turn to face her, frog blinking on purpose to creep her out. Marcine flinches, looking down at her phone, and shuffles away, mumbling about feeling her skin breaking out. You sigh heavily and slump on the counter, ignoring the bell of a new customer coming in. From the smell of vanilla, you can probably assume it’s Callimare.

You wish that was enough to make you feel better.

You turn your head to the side to take a look at the clock on the far wall. Oh, have you been moping and brooding all this time? Your shift is almost over in 10 minutes.

That’s embarrassing, actually. How did you not notice you were emo the entire shift?

Pollux did ask you why you were upset this time, but you couldn’t tell him without telling him your human biology. Instead, you said it’s a lady thing.

That, apparently, is enough even for monsters to understand.

“Oh, dear. You look so miserable.”

You groan, “Callimare.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Respectfully… With all the love in the world… Please… Just-”

“-AH-HA HA HA! Oh, [Y/n]!” Pollux jumps into the conversation with a nervous and obnoxious laughter, “Your shift is almost over and you’re clearly not okay, just clock out now, yeah?”

“…Yeah, okay.”

Callimare notices how you didn’t even argue, wincing when you drag yourself up to clock out in the employee room. She looks at your savior with a questioning look.

Pollux holds his hands up in surrender, “She said it was lady problem. I stopped asking after that.”

Callimare tilts her head. You can’t be that young, could you? Usually “lady problems” was just a nicer way of saying puberty for female-presenting monsters. Or if you’re pregnant. But you certainly aren’t pregnant, Callimare would know since her sister is currently pregnant.

Of course, she knows you’re actually human (she’s almost certain Pollux knows too) but that makes her wonder just how different it must be for you.

The bell of the door goes off, and Callimare flushes with red instantly, going to busy herself at the usual spot where she and Snowmill like to mingle. Pollux rolls his eyes with a smile, going to find Marcine to put her to work.

The bunny monster looks back at the door, flooding with both embarrassment and confusion at the sight of a skeleton monster walking in. She had assumed that it was Snowmill who arrived early, but it seemed her over-eagerness got the best of her.

She vaguely recognizes him as someone you hang out with a lot, and you’ve spoken about him too. “Sans,” she thinks his name is. Callimare wonders what he’s doing here since he has never shopped here before. Pollux looks confused about his arrival as well, though he doesn’t pay the skeleton monster any mind.

Finally, after a minute, the bell rings again and Callimare knows for sure now that it is Snowmill. Her face feels warm and there’s an uneasy jitter in her chest. Today is the day, she just knows it…!

You, on the other hand, had taken a few minutes in front of the heater in the employee room, pressing yourself against it to soothe your soul. Surprise, surprise, it does not help. In fact, it just made you uncomfortably warm. You finally clocked out and gathered your things, making sure you had what you needed before taking your leave.

As you exit the room, you hear faint voices belonging to Snowmill and Callimare, however, Snowmill sounds a lot more nervous than usual, and Callimare more quieter than she should be. You peek around the corner with concern, but really, you have nothing to be scared of at all.

A little surprised because Sans is also fucking here for some reason, but this ain’t about him!

Snowmilll was holding Callimare’s hands, his little dog face facing the other way but his tail was wagging frantically. Callimare was staring at him with her big ol’ eyes, nodding along to his love confession.

A LOVE CONFESSION!!

Even Marcine had put her phone down to watch, an extremely rare smile on her face! Pollux was grinning ear to ear, incredibly happy that his friends had finally gotten together. And you?

You made sure to sneak out as quietly as you could, trusting that Sans would get the hint and follow after. You think it had to be due to the skeleton’s magic, but the bell didn’t make a sound as you two slipped out.

You walked with him in silence for a moment, waiting until you were a respectable distance before stopping in your tracks.

Sans stops as well next to you, raising a brow, “you good? why you smiling like?”

You cover your grin with your hands, “Callimare and Snowmill…! OHHH, MY GODDD!! AH-HA HA HAA!”

He laughs at your enthusiasm, taking you by the elbow to keep you two walking. “gee, you’re reacting over here like they were your favorite soap opera.”

“BECAUSE THEY WERE SO OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE FOR MONTHS, BONE BOY! I HAD TO WATCH THEM PATHETICALLY PINE OVER EACH OTHER FOR MONTHS, I SAY! MONTHSSSS!”

“i uh–ah ha ha, i didn’t take you to be overly romantic.”

You wave him off to swing your arms with every step, “Oh, come on, Sans! Don’t you think it’s something wonderful?” 

Sans decided of all the moments to let more of his mask slip, it had to be now. “i guess it is for people like them.”

”What do you mean?”

“I mean… those two have been at it every timeline. over and over, they go through the same talk, the same emotions. this is the first time you’re witnessing it, but this isn’t the first time they’ve got their happy ending.”

You slow to a stop. ”…So… What are you trying to say, Sans?”

He shrugs, not picking up on your tone, “they’re happy now, but it's a little hard to be that happy for ‘em when i’ve seen this already from past resets.”

”Huh…”

Sans turns around at your dumbfounded tone. You’re looking at him with… pity.

”What… a miserable way of thinking,” You frown sadly, your words blunt and harsh, “Is that all you see them as now, Sans? I wish I could understand you, but… I just can’t agree with your melancholic nihilism.”

He scoffs, struggling with maintaining his permanent smile. “well, i’m not askin’ you to agree with me.”

”No, I guess you’re not.”

You continue walking, but your expression doesn’t give much away. It would’ve bothered him more if it weren’t for you sharing your thoughts even if your voice is rather flat.

“I used to feel like that, you know? Someone who couldn’t really feel much sometimes, but all I knew was that I just had to survive. That it didn’t even matter if I didn’t feel good or bad about being alive, only that I had to keep living anyway. I couldn’t be bothered to kill myself because I didn’t exactly want to die, but living was becoming too much of a burden in itself.”

The corner of your lips twitched up, “But then I met Kōrenki. I don’t want to be cheesy and say it was love at first sight, and I can’t say it was magical in any way since we bumped heads a lot when we first met. Oh, but Sans. Let me tell you, he changed my life forever, and for the better, too.”

“He made me feel so many things even when I didn’t want to: love, joy, excitement… Anger, resentment, sadness… a weird, inexplicable sense of betrayal. It was weird. He made me feel so many things and brought so much color to my life, but at the same time, I still had that underlying issue of still not caring.”

Sans looks down at his feet, his soul aching in a strange way he can’t describe. Jealousy knowing you used to be in love? Bitterness at how well you understand the mental capacity of his nihilism, yet still feeling emotions against his will?

…

Confusion at your implications…

”Kōrenki told me that he will still love me even when I’m at my lowest, and if I never get better at all. But I could see how much I was hurting him too. Maybe if I wasn’t so focused on how pointless everything was, I would’ve…” You force a chuckle, “I’m not going to tell you that you’ll hurt those around you with that attitude. You’re a grown-ass man, and you can do whatever you want.”

”then what are you getting at? ‘cause i know you didn’t tell me all of that for no reason.”

Your laugh is a little more genuine this time, “My point is… I know what it’s like to think the way you do. I hope maybe one day you can find something—or someone, to remind you what it’s like to care. Or rather, one day you’ll find someone that makes you want to care.”

And Sans, perhaps a little sensitive from the topic and conversation, spits out: “what? like you?”

To his surprise, you just laugh again. Not a fake laugh from hurt, or a laugh to mock him. Just… a laugh of finding something amusing.

Maybe this is one of the many reasons why he likes you. You seem to understand him even when he doesn’t want to be understood. Your smile is enough to make him more sincere even though he doesn’t want to be happy right now.

Is that what you meant? When you said this guy, Kōrenki, would make you feel things when you didn’t want to? He doesn’t think he’s ready to admit it to himself just yet, but maybe you are what he needed all along.

”Maybe! Who knows? I mean, I really like you, Sans. And… And if you feel the same way,” Your cheeks burn at the casual confession, pointedly looking away, “I hope that I can one day be something you can care about. Even just a little bit.”

Sans’ cheekbones darken with red fast, his eye-lights dilate bigger when he looks at you. You both stop walking again, with you slightly ahead.

The tension in the air is so strange and bizarre. One moment you guys are discussing that couple and their successful relationship. The next you’re calling Sans out for his depressive mindset. And now you’re acknowledging your mutual feelings for each other that you two had just let stay quiet this whole time.

If it was anyone else, Sans would probably be uncomfortable with how many times the mood and topic changed in the span of five minutes.

But it’s you.

You’re just as fucked up as he is.

You two don’t always see eye to eye (sockets), but you two understand each other so well. Obviously, there’s still more you have to learn about each other, but from the beginning, you two had fallen into a nearly perfect rhythm. Sans doesn’t have high hopes for himself, and he believes he’s going to feel this strange emptiness for a long time.

But…

If you’re there with him through it all, then Sans might as well enjoy it all with you.

After all…

Sans walks up to you, hesitating for a moment before taking your hand. To his pleasure and surprise, you squeeze his gloved hand. 

“misery loves company, [y/n].”

“Ha-ha! I don’t want to be in misery with you, bone boy. I want to be happy with you,” You say with a teasing smile, “And I think you’re just scared to be happy.”

He should be put off, he should be offended. But your body language, expression, and tone only tell him that you’re not going to push him away or leave him behind. You want to be in a happy relationship (?) and you want it with him.

“can’t blame a skeleton for not havin’ a backbone, can ya?”

“You’re so lame!”

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[moong10w]

Diary - September 18, 2024

Thoughts on my fear of sleep

All I do is write about fear.

My fear of failing and being alone. My fear of falling asleep at night.

My fear of my own mind and how it constantly betrays me.

And torments me.

My fear of waking up in the morning to a heart racing which throws my day into a tilted rush of nausea and discomfort.

I look outside the window and watch the sun set over the day.

Even the passing of the sun ridicules me for rotting away inside

In front of a blue screen

In front of another, smaller blue screen

I can feel the flesh of my face sinking and making its own crevices

And boulders and hills

Deep under the surface

For every sentence I say, there are three others at the tip of my brain fighting for dominance

Damn all those books I read because now I carry around a thesaurus in my head

And it’s weighty and I still sometimes don’t say the right thing

And that triggers more torment because how could I not say the right thing?

What am I even doing?

There are screams in my head. Some of them are mine. Some of them are mine as a little girl, shrieking as my safety and agency was ripped apart by a leather belt. Over and over for what I can’t remember. And feeling like collateral to some sick pleasure. Of army guns and desert storms that never found a way out. Lashings and beatings that are crisper than anything else I can remember. Some of the screams are my brother’s and I hate myself for ever relishing the fact that this time, it was not me. This time, I would be okay. This time I would not be hurt. I lack understanding. The children of the seen and not heard.

I still have nightmares about it which generates so much fear in me when I try to fall asleep. I’m always a little bit sleep deprived because I really am afraid to go to sleep sometimes and I have convinced myself that the only cure and remedy would be a 6’something 2’something man holding me and squeezing me until just enough pressure helped me feel secure and pass out. And then I’ll cry because all I have is a 15-pound kitty who is sometimes so unfazed by me that she’d rather cuddle in her own bed than coddle me to sleep. I wonder if she knows that I’m not always dreaming. I think she does.

Last night I had one of those nights where I did everything I could. I pampered myself in a hot bath with lavender and sugar. I drank the cherry juice with the natural melatonin. I put on fresh pajamas, and I crawled into my bed that has two sheets and a bed spread and a quilt and a comforter and three throw blankets and three pillows and a giant teddy bear. And I tried to fall asleep. I told myself that I could fall asleep, I always did. And I began to cry. Because I always did. That was certain but the uncertainty of what stiff hell may await me in my unconscious subconscious really just freaked me the fuck out. Because of a nightmare I had last week. And I’m really terrified of having a nightmare like that again. And so, I panicked after getting into bed. I tried to set the tone with some calming music. “Safe Sleep Music” is what I put in the search bar on my meditation app. But I don’t want to hear a voice or have someone tell me it will be okay because my roommate is home, and I am ashamed that she will here that I have to have a stranger console me just to close my eyes and get some rest.

It wasn’t always this bad, but it has definitely gotten worse. I felt some relief when I was diagnosed with PTSD but in other ways it has just made it worse because to even get better, I have to open up and hack away at all of the encased feelings I wrapped up in the back of my mind and the bottom of my heart and stomped on and shielded and burnt alive. And it has just made everything so fresh and present that I feel like I’m submerged in it. Like I’m submerged in inky blackness and the stars are so far away tinkling in the corners of my eye but when I turn my head they are gone. And all I see are the happy people that didn’t have to live like me.

I’m so scared that I will end it. That I’ll be overtaken with feeling that I was ignored and punished and mocked and ridiculed for having. I’ve turned cold. I can’t even allow myself to feel okay about it for a minute because shame has been a weapon wielded against me and by me. You can’t escape the inner monologue.

[sillyruinsfox]

Birthday Blues

PAIRINGS: Avengers X reader,

Steve Rogers X reader

WARNINGS : Explicit use of swear words, mentions of period blood.

SYNOPSIS : Y/N is sick and the Avengers have forgotten her birthday. Hence she is also mad and her uterus decided to spontaneously explode.

AUTHORS NOTE : Hey people! This is my first Avengers fanfic, so I would really appreciate the feedback. Also hope you enjoy it! The second part I have yet to write but I will post it soon. Toodles!

It had been a gruelling day. For starters, you had woke up with blood pooled on your white linen sheets- it was obvious. Even your uterus was conspiring against you. Second, your hair had gone on strike and refused to sit in a pony tail. The lonliness had gotten to it too, it spontaneously reshaped itself to look like a bird's nest, hoping for some fly company.

To top all this off, you had caught a cold. To illustrate how it looked, bigfoot was know for his big feet (obviously) and you shall be known for your nose. Red and irritated. Just like you felt at this very moment.

You weren't usually such an incorrigible grump, but it was your birthday tomorrow and your team mates showed no sign of remembering, despites the bomb-like obvious hints you had constantly dropped for the past week. There is nothing as irritating in the world as an itch you can't reach and your stupid ass friends not remembering your birthday. The unfortunate part is that you knew the lot were stupid before you became friends with them.

This was good enough reason to put anyone in a bad mood right? Oh but there's worse! Your one and only boyfriend, Shmaptan Schemerica (blame the stupid pronunciation on your blocked nose) a.k.a Steve Rogers had been way to busy running some shit or the other with Fury to even have a proper conversation with you this past week.

You decided enough was enough. If these asshats didn't remember your birthday, you were going to celebrate it on your own. And you promised yourself not to melt when Natasha or Pietro apologized later on. Those two were manipulative as fuck.

At midnight you woke up with your nose blocked three ways to hell and decided that the only way to celebrate was with medicine and a cup of hot chocolate. The sugar would kill you throat- sure, but what is a little death for a professional assasin?

You made your way down the stairs wrapped up in a thick blanket, looking like the aftermath of a war. Your footsteps heavy and echoing in the large stairwell. As you made your way into the common room, you found it unusually dark, the rest of New York looked like a festival in comparison. You opened the kitchen door and immidiately heard the flip of the lightswitch and turned 180°, on high alert. It proved to be a good choice as a large cylindrical object, burst in your face, throwing conffeti all over it. You heard a loud 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' in the background.

The conffeti had triggered another sneeze fest. After the 5th sneeze, you looked up to see the Avengers dressed for a casual party, looking at you awkwardly.

Steve was the first one to speak up,'Jeez, Y/N. We didn't realize you were so sick!'

You shot him a dry glare, trying to control your volcanic anger,'Jeez Steve! I'm so sorry you didn't! If only I saw you lately, I would have told you sweetie!', you cast a look around the room. Most of them stood awkwardly, Tony was the only one with the gall to look mildly amused.

You stormed into the kitchen making yourself a cup of hot chocolate. Vision came in, ' Are you okay Ms. Y/N?'

You had a soft spot for the transparent AI. He was sweet and understanding and a great listner. It always felt safe being vulnerable with him, you said,' No Viz. I'm tired and I can't breathe or talk properly. I have been extremely sad and angry that none of you remembered my birthday for the past few days and nothing is going my way!', as you said this, Viz looked at your hair.

'That obvious huh?', you asked him, a small laugh bubbling out of you.

He tactfully ignored that and moved on, 'we didn't mean to hurt you, we just wanted it to be a suprise.'

'Oh I know Viz. It's just..... I don't know. I am confused and sad. Knowing that cake awaits me on the other side of this wall makes me a little happier. Can we go to the cake?'

Vision smiled and swept his hand as if to tell you to go first. As you entered the common room again, Steve came rushing.

He placed a hand on you cheek and said in an extremely apologetic manner,' I'm so sorry babaycakes. I should have come up to check on you.'

You almost melted, but your ego decided to wage forntal attack, ' You've had a piece of my cake honeybuns and you know that it's not baby sized and I hope the actual cake you got me right now isn't either!'

[spynorth]

little health update under the cut bc it is going to affect my activity levels both writing wise and ooc. mention of heavy subjects so. you don't have to read <3

so as some may remember from my hook blog, i got super sick in late 2021. It carried over into '22 and eventually led to me finally getting a lot of bloodwork, x rays, an echocardiogram .. literally all kinds of things. the only thing anyone could tell me was i was definitely sick and it was probably something 'minor' (i'm using that term so loosely) like a disorder or something that was no big deal. I've gone in for frequent labwork and things keep getting worse. It was actually my psychiatrist (not my gp. what a shock :| ) who looked closer and referred me to a hematologist oncologist. Sadly, the trend in my blood is getting worse. Despite meds, everything that should be going higher is still getting lower and everything that should be getting lower is going way higher. I got a test back yesterday and I more than likely am going to have to have a bone marrow biopsy (which. don't look that up. fuck.). They are thinking i have Primary Polycythemia which is a rare disorder (for my age group) classified as a blood cancer (again. perfect. not escaping the word lmao) since it involves mutated cells inside the bone marrow fucking up and going on the fritz. Thankfully, I have the best oncologist in the world and she's very thorough and though there are outliers .. survival rate if you get treatment is 14-24 years. That's not bad. It's 14-24 years of chemo rounds and blood transfusions and sometimes removing the equivalent of a blood donation every 2-3 days in the worst case scenarios but like .. you're not dead. so. i think that evens out. The unfortunate thing is survival is 1.5-3 years if untreated/treated improperly and I'm at 1.5 years since everything started. I have headaches, blurred vision, exhaustion, aches, bruising, incessant itching, constant nausea and I'm overheated like all the fucking time. poor hunter is always wrapped in blankets because when we turn the heater on it becomes unbearable for me. My blood pressure sucks for the first time ever in my entire life (I've gone from 109/60 to 150/100 this past friday) and when it pounds in my temples, it's hard to write. and to top it all off, my platelets are so damn high thanks to my bone marrow being fucked up and overproducing that I have to constantly worry about a stroke or embolism or something else just as sinister. So, hopefully, the plan is to get this show on the road and alleviate a lot of things and reverse what's been done.

My point in this is that I'm tired. I want to do things that sometimes my body won't let me do. I have moments where the little box in the corner of my mind I've stored everything in opens and I panic a bit. Am I gonna be grumpy sometimes? fuck yes. I'm not magic. Everyone has bad days/bad moods and you add stuff like this and sometimes i just want to punch things. so i ask for patience. both in replies and ooc communication. I want to talk to all of you. I want to hear about everything same as always, but sometimes I just don't have the energy to reply as quickly as I once did. throughout this whole thing, tumblr/writing has sort of been my getaway because its an escape that I can do while house bound .. and there's this little tiny part of my brain that keeps saying if I'm not active on the dash or making people laugh as much, that I'll fade away and be forgotten about. so i'm just asking that people please not let that be the case. i love you all <3

[rosenallies]

Sick au with concerned/worried prompt 21. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” College Natalie isn’t being told the complete truth about her dads health 🥺 She comes home for spring break or something, already kind of suspicious because they hadn’t answered any FaceTimes from her for a few weeks. Synthia looks worse than he did the last time they Ft (or Skyped, trying not be an iPhone elitist lol)

I will be an apple elitist I actually saw this prompt come thru when I was in the Apple Store getting my new phone a few weeks ago right before I turned in my old one<3 I’m writing this for u bc u were right I haven’t written bratpack in a while so here u go my bratpack requesting bestie <3333

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Natalie bounced her knee nervously sat on the bench outside the airport, the humid spring air around her felt almost as suffocating as her nerves.

Her parents’ car pulled up in front of her soon enough, Kendall in the driver’s seat and Gia in the passenger. Synthia was nowhere to be found, making her stomach twist in knots. It had been weeks since she had FaceTimed her parents and actually saw them. She hadn’t heard much of Synthia either, Kendall and Gia always claiming he was either asleep or at an appointment whenever she called.

“Hi honey,” Gia called from the open window, waving her over. She noticed how they looked tired as did Kendall as he got out and helped her with her bags.

“Hi noni, hi daddy,” she said, buckling herself in the back, “where’s dada?”

She heard Kendall suck in a breath, his lips stretching in a counterfeit smile. “He’s resting at home.”

“Cut the shit!” Natalie snapped, surprising both her and her parents, “is there something you’re not telling me?”

Kendall looked at her in the backseat through the rear view mirror, his eyes were tired and slightly bloodshot too like he hadn’t been sleeping. “He’s not well, Nat.”

Natalie didn’t know what to say, apparently no one did because they rode the rest of the way home in silence.

When they pulled in the driveway, she nearly sprinted from the car, leaving them to grab her things. She made a beeline for her parents bedroom where she knew Synthia was likely resting.

The bedroom door was shut tightly as to not let any drafts in. Her heart beat hard in her chest as she opened the door, finding Synthia in the middle of the bed, curled up in the fetal position underneath the heavy blankets.

“Dada?” She whimpered, sounding so small and young.

“Nat?” He replied back, his voice crackly like it hadn’t been used in a while. It sounded painful.

She sat on the edge of the bed beside him, trying not to gasp when she saw him. He looked worse for wear than she ever remembered him to look. The last time she had FaceTimed him, he looked healthier. Right now, his face seemed gaunt and hollow, his skin pale and his lips cracking, she could even see a bruise on his bony shoulder peeking out from the collar of his oversized sweatshirt, meaning he must’ve fallen somewhat recently. She hadn’t meant to get up and leave the room right away, but she couldn’t bear the sight of him, thin and tired looking as he slipped in and out of consciousness.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She said, Kendall and Gia standing in the living room, waiting for her to come confront them. “You promised when I went away you’d always keep me updated! You promised!”

Gia hung their head in shame. “We’re sorry. We wanted you to focus on midterms.”

“We thought it was for the best,” Kendall tried, to no avail.

“You know universities have policies in place for things like this! I would’ve come home, fuck the midterms!”

“Natalie,” Kendall warned, though as soon as he did, he mentally took it back. She had every right to be angry.

She softened, her shoulders slumping as she wrapped her arms around herself and sniffled. “I-I’m sorry, I’m so-he looks so awful. I’ve never seen him this thin before, is he even eating at all? And if he’s this bad why is he not in the hospital?”

“He can’t keep much down,” Gia answered solemnly, “and he was sent home from the hospital. They said there wasn’t much they can do there and he’d be more comfortable at home.”

Natalie wished that the thought that popped into her head would disappear but she couldn’t help her need to know. “Please don’t lie to me, is he-?”

Kendall knew exactly what she meant, he and Gia had the same hushed conversations in the kitchen many times lately. “We don’t know. His doctor’s been coming and doing home visits, he says he thinks it’s just a bad flare up and to call an ambulance if he has more trouble breathing but he hasn’t explicitly said he thinks anything’s terribly wrong. Except what we already know is terribly wrong.”

Falling into her daddy’s arms, he held her up as she sobbed into his hoodie, Gia wrapping their arms around them too, hushing her.

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. Dada’s gonna be okay,” Kendall whispered, trying to convince her, himself, and Gia all at once.

[bumblinv]

Hi! Are your requests open? If they are I'm just gonna leave this here, Neteyam, Ao'nung, Lo'ak (sperate) x OmaticayaGnReader who is sick, like flu for the na'vi or something like that, they have a fever and the chills and everything could it also be fluffy and absolutely adorable

--- personal doctors ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

neteyam, ao'nung, rotxo (seperated) x gn!metkayina!reader

you catch a cold, its time for your lover to take care of you

a/n ; im not good at writing lo’ak, so i bring you rotxo instead! i hope you dont mind<3

: ̗̀➛ neteyam

realizes your sickness even before you did

when you first sneeze or cough, his mind goes straight to the day before, recalling any peculiar food you've had

neteyam would notices too, when you pause between chores to massage your forehead

he will take over cleaning. making sure every corner is clean so you won't sneeze from the dust. he also makes sure you stay hydrated and even whips you up nutritious meals until your condition got better. usually, the fever never got up to you

but when it does, he goes in full momma mode

this man grows with 3 younger siblings, caring for someone is natural for him. he would stay by your side, whispering your name every few hours to wake you up, so he could feed and help you drink

neteyam might not be the best healer, like her sister, but he can make certain herb drinks

makes you ginger tea regularly to warm up your shivering body

you tend to get all sort of nightmares from your sickness, but dont worry, you’re waking up to neteyam since he’s cuddling you all night long. he will run his slender fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words to your ear

“everything’s okay, dear. i’m here” 

we all need neteyam in our lives:(

_

: ̗̀➛ ao'ung

acts like he doesn’t care, but the moment your temperature starts to rise, he brings his mother straight to you

the tsahik would probably do nothing. she tell him to go ask kiri for some herb tea, and to make sure you drink and eat well, since fevers could heal by itself

but mans stressed

would refuse to let you lift a single muscle. he will be the one helping you change, wipe your face to keep you fresh, feeding you

since he’s not the best cook, he would ask tsireya to make you soups, wich she happily does. she makes great food, but your tongue tastes sour and your appetite is no where to be found

so ao'nung scolds you

“quit acting like a baby and please, just eat” 

you know ao’nung. none of his scolding are anger, he’s just extremely worried.

watching you go to sleep after being scolded makes him feel like a villain. he would join you in bed and whispers an apology. gently bringing you closer to his chest as the both of you fall asleep

remember he's a worrier? it makes him act too much like a mom. he will insist on taking care of you, even when you're feeling better. will only stop until he's sure you're 100% healthy

ao'nung is a big softie

_

: ̗̀➛ rotxo 

most clueless compared to the other 2

pls dont be mad, its not his fault

something tells me he’s an only child, a one that rarely got sick too, so he doesn’t know anything about caring for ill people

rotxo might be confused, but he’s not an idiot

the moment he touches your forehead and realizes you're scorching hot, rotxo instinctively wraps a fluffy blanket around you. the man will make you drink a lot of water, and went off running to the sullys

“what the fuck?” 

“sorry lo'ak! its an emergency!”

he got home with omaticayan food wraps in hand. you’re too sick to say anything, so when he lifts your head to feed you, you don’t protest

the one thing that scares you the most is that his jokes completely disappears

all his stupid jokes, gone.

not in a bad way, this man is just so dedicated on you that he stops joking around. he cannot stand that you're feeling all sick and uncomfortable and wants you back to your healthy self

this man is so serious, even when he tried feeding you raw cloves of garlic

one time, he heard kiri saying that garlics are ‘good for boosting the immune system’ 

he’s not wrong���😭😭

but kiri hits him on the head once she founds out

instead of feeding you raw garlic, she gives you a mix of aged garlic and honey as medicine such an asian mom move

he feels bad afterwards, would kiss your entire face despite your protest

the next day, you wake up feeling fresh. but your lover boys voice got so hoarse from sore throat and complains about his sore limbs

yes, he got your fever and yes, he never regret kissing you, even when you're sick

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

I love the Izzy stories! Your writing is really good. Could you do something with the huddling for warmth trope? Maybe throw in some enemies to lovers to it? Thank you xxx

Just for Warmth:

The Revenge had been docked at an unfamiliar port when you and Izzy had been ambushed, escorted away from the grimy streets to a ship docked around the side of the island. Out of sight of the main port, out of sight from the Revenge.

Izzy was a skilled fighter and you weren't half-bad yourself, but there had been too many of them. And the two of you had already taken a couple of blows before handing over your swords.

Along with your swords, your captors had taken all of your weapons and most of your clothing. The two of you were left in your breeches and shirts, even your boots having been taken away from you.

It was dim and fairly cold in the brig, at least compared to the rest of the ship. It had been a few days, so it was possible that they had drifted into cooler waters, you supposed, or maybe it was just because you had entered the cold months. Whatever the reason, it was unreasonably cold in the brig considering you had been sailing in the fucking Caribbean.

Though, there were a few things that you could say for certain.

Somebody had caught you and Izzy Hands unaware, holding you over Blackbeard's head in the hope for payment.

It was damn cold in the brig.

You and Izzy were blaming each other for it.

The cell the two of you had been tossed into wasn't much, there only being one shelf bed. You doubted the crew that were holding you were very concerned about your comfort.

The 'bed' wasn't much comfier than the floor but at least it was a couple of feet above the ground, some sense of comfort coming with that. Thankfully, you hadn't seen any rats yet. Despite the bed not being more better than the ground, the two of you had agreed to take turns sleeping on it, more out of stubbornness than anything.

Izzy, much to your annoyance, had just finished another screaming match with the man responsible for brining you both food.

"Shut the fuck up, Izzy. They're already giving us their leftovers, we don't need them pissing in it too," you chastised through gritted teeth. Of all the people you had to be trapped in a cell with, of course it was Blackbeard's bossy and miserable first mate.

"Right, so we'll sit around and wait for them to just fucking escort us out," Izzy retorted, pulling the food apart to make sure everything in the leftover meal was indeed edible.

"Yes, and shouting obscenities is a proven method, obviously," you rolled your eyes.

Miraculously, the two of you had managed to stop bickering long enough to eat dinner together in an uncompanionable silence.

It was your turn to sleep on the shelf bed tonight, which also meant that you got the near-empty pillow and the thin blanket. Still, it was a cold night, colder than it had been since being taken captive as the weather turned bad outside.

You shivered, curling up into a ball as you pulled the blanket closer to your body. Though, it made no difference. The sink rocked and you suddenly remembered that you weren't alone.

Turning around to face into the dim cell, you searched for your cellmate. Izzy was curled up similarly to you, his arms wrapped around himself in weak attempt of keeping in warmth.

You didn't particularly like the man, he had been a pain in the ass since he showed up on the Revenge, but you didn't want him to die. Nor did you want him to become sick while you shared a cell with him. More importantly, you didn't want to become sick.

"Izzy?" you quietly called out but received no response. "Izzy?" you repeated. Same response, nothing. Though you saw him curl in more on himself, he was obviously awake. "Izzy, you stubborn bastard, I know you're not sleeping," you seethed, frustrated with his silence. "I know you're tits are freezing off too," that, at least, got a reaction from him.

"My fucking-are you serious?" Izzy sat up abruptly, glaring at you.

"Look, it's fucking freezing down here, yeah? We have one blanket and it doesn't do shit...we both know the best way to stay warm," you reminded him of your situation, knowing you didn't need to spell it out for him.

"If you're fucking coming on to me, you've been talking to Spriggs too much," Izzy muttered, laying down uncomfortably on his back.

"Bloody Hell, Izzy, no. I don't want that anymore than you do," you scoffed. "I just mean sharing the damn bed. If we don't huddle for warmth, we're going to get too cold and we don't even have all of our clothes to protect us," but you were sure that he already knew that.

"Fuck off," he spat.

"You know I'm right, you just don't want to admit it," you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness.

"Fuck. Off."

You watched as Izzy curled back up with his back to you, letting you know that this discussion was over. Still, you could see him shivering, even if he was tensing to try to hide it.

As time passed, the brig only got colder. You were shivering despite your thin blanket, so you were certain Izzy wasn't vibrating with chill purely out of stubbornness.

Grumbling to yourself, you slipped off of the shelf bed. It wasn't really a loss, being just as hard as the floor, just a little higher up. Without a word, you placed the useless pillow down beside Izzy's head and lay beside him.

By that point, Izzy had already turned to face you and was questioning you with a scowl. However, you just draped the thin blanker over the two of you, head hitting the pillow.

"What the fuck-" before he could get the full snarl out, you had grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to you until his face was only inches away from your own. Managing to catch him off guard and shutting him up for long enough to speak.

"For once, Izzy, just shut up. This is what we're doing now if you want to actually survive long enough for the crew to find us," you told him sternly.

"I'll take my chances," Izzy huffed.

"Well, I won't," you weren't going to risk your wellbeing because he wanted to be difficult. "Just turn around, I'll do all the work," you smirk

Izzy, as he so often did, snarled and hissed, but he still turned around to put his back to you. You rolled your eyes at him once more before shifting closer, stiffly moulding yourself to his back and wrapping an arm around his waist.

It wasn't too much later that you both started to feel a little warmer. And finally, you were comfortable enough to fall asleep.

At some point during the night, Izzy shifted and turned, his arms folding around you and increasing the warmth you felt. The unfamiliar and hostile environment had you on edge, had you waking easier than you would have back on the Revenge.

"I won't tell the crew that Izzy Hands is a cuddler, promise," you mumbled, barely even awake.

"I'll cut your fucking tongue out," Izzy mumbled right back, but you knew his threat was genuine.

"Exactly why I won't tell them," you hummed, drifting off to sleep once again.

-

The following night, Izzy was being just as stubborn, curled up on his own on the shelf bed.

"Izzy, we've been through this and it might actually be colder tonight than he was last night," you groaned, standing above the bed, glaring down at him.

"This is fucking stupid," he complained into the pillow.

"Oh, I agree. But for a man with such a cold little heart, you're weirdly warm," you smiled sarcastically, he side eyed you.

"Fuck off."

"Just let me on the bed before we freeze to death," you huffed, kneeing him in the back. He just huffed at your pestering. "Fuck it, I'm coming anyway," you threw up your hands in frustration before climbing onto the bed.

Izzy muttered something under his breath, low enough that you didn't hear the actual words, but didn't fight much as you huddled up to him. The warmth emitting from each other was comforting, and he couldn't find it within himself to push you onto the floor. It was only practical, after all.

You shared the bed instead of the floor that night.

-

Two more nights pasted.

On the third, you had woken up with Izzy's face buried in your neck, the two of you clinging to each other to ward off the chill.

On the forth night, neither of you bickered at all, just huddled together under the too-thin blanket, whispered polite goodnights and fell asleep.

On the fifth night, it was silent in the brig and you had huddled up but sleep didn't come to you easily. You had slipped a hand under Izzy's shirt to lay between his shoulder blades, he hadn't complained, he only did the same against your back. It was just keeping your hands warm.

"They're going to come for us, right?" you asked, question barely audible even in the silent room.

"Of course Edward will come," Izzy answered, almost defensively, "you're not giving up are you?"

"Of course not," you sighed. The crew were your family, you knew they would come for you...of course you did..."Just...if they aren't coming, we'll have to get ourselves out of here," you pointed out.

"They'll come for us. We shouldn't have to wait too much longer now, the crew want their ransom after all," Izzy reasoned. It made sense, the ship you were being held on shouldn't be trying to outrun the Revenge too much if they wanted their pay. You just nodded. "Still, if we could...give ourselves a bit of a head start. How do you plan to escape?" he asked.

"Haven't really thought that far...think we've tried everything," you admitted your defeat.

"Yeah..." Izzy sighed, insisting, "they'll come, Edward always does."

"You been kidnapped and held hostage before?" you asked. His fingers dug into your back for a moment before relaxing again, you didn't comment on it.

"It comes with the job. Bastards expect a lot of coin for Blackbeard, but are never ready for the bloodshed that comes instead," he shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal.

"Well, I'm feeling hopeful," it might not have been very honest, but you didn't want to bring the mood down any further.

To hide the unconvinced expression on your face, you tucked your head under Izzy's chin. He didn't comment on it, only tightened his hold on you.

Soon enough, you fell asleep.

Izzy lets out a breath when he felt your own steady out. They'd come, he knew they would. He finally managed to fall asleep with you.

-

The next morning you were both awoken to the sound of the heavy barred door of the cell opening. Before the two of you could react, Izzy was dragged from the bed, kicking and shouting and cursing as he was dragged out of the brig.

You had rushed to the bars, clutching at them as if you might actually be able to phase through them, calling for the guard to let him go, asking where they were taking him. Before you knew it, he was dragged out of the sight and the door to the brig was closed.

You spent the whole morning pacing the cell, wondering where Izzy was and what was happening to him. Had Blackbeard come for his first mate, they wouldn't pay Izzy's ransom and not yours, would they? No, surely not.

Surely, your captors were trying to scare you, trying to mess with you.

When Izzy was dragged back down to the brig, he had been roughed up. It didn't look like anything too serious, nothing fatal or permanent.

You remained silent, not wanting to cause more trouble, as the guard threw Izzy into the cell. The door was slammed shut and the guard spat on the ground before he marched out of the brig again, leaving you both alone.

"Shit, Izzy, are you okay?" you were at his side in an instant, already taking his face in your hands and examining him.

"Fuck off," Izzy snapped, batting your hands away, "I've had worse."

"Shut up, you're bleeding," you huffed, fighting against his hands to turn his face to the side again, noting the bruise against his jaw.

"Nothing's broken, nothing needs stitches," Izzy told you, as if that meant that nothing needed taking care of. He wasn't going to die, so he was fine.

"Stubborn bastard," you muttered, wiping blood away from his mouth with the sleeve of your shirt. "What did they want?" you asked.

"Questions about Blackbeard. They're getting antsy, don't like this waiting around. Asking what to expect when the crew shows up," he told you, his fight waning.

"What did you tell them?"

"Fucking nothing, obviously," Izzy snarled slightly, offended that you would even think he would spill anything. "And if they do the same to you, you don't speak a fucking word either," his threat was loud and clear.

"Doubt I'd have anything useful to tell them anyway," you shrugged.

"They don't know that, they'll think you're lying," Izzy reminded you.

"Right, yeah..." you sighed, you probably had this treatment to look forward to either later on today or tomorrow. "Definitely no lasting damage?" you asked, just to make sure.

Izzy was about to snarl again, until he saw the genuine concern on your face. "I'm sure," he nodded.

That night, you frowned as Izzy climbed onto the shelf bed with you, hissing as his bruised ached. "Anything I can do to help?" you asked quietly, even if you had no idea what you could do to help given your current predicament.

"I'm fine," he assured you with a huff.

"Okay..."

Izzy shifted, making sure not to put too much pressure on his bruises. He just looked so uncomfortable, and you caught the grimace on his face.

"C'mere, Iz," you whispered, laying on your back and guiding him with you.

Izzy groaned and muttered his complaints but he let you pillow his head against your chest, deflating and settling down as you stroked his hair, lulling him to sleep.

Izzy had felt the way he moulded into you. He had never had somebody who soothed him like this after a beating or an interrogation. Sure, whenever Edward came for him, he made sure his wounds were tended too, but he didn't comfort him like this, didn't try to soothe him.

-

The next evening rolled around, the hours dragging on, and nobody had come to question you.

"They haven't interrogated me...what do you think that means?" you asked, anxiety bubbling in your chest. You hadn't been held for ransom before, you might as well turn to the apparent expert.

"Probably just that they listened," Izzy shrugged, rolling his neck as he lent against the cell wall.

"What do you mean?" you frowned slightly, not understanding.

"Yesterday, when they were asking me questions, I told them you were just a deckhand. Your main job was to swab the decks, you had only been with me because I needed an extra pair of hands on a task. Told them you're not important, you're nobody. Looks like they believed me," Izzy explained, like it was nothing.

It was true that you had no information that could benefit your captors in anyway, not that you could see anyway, but you were more than a deck-swabber and you both knew it.

"...thanks, Izzy," you smiled slightly, wanting to show him your gratitude.

"Didn't fucking do it for you, just didn't want you running your mouth," Izzy scoffed, his glare lacking his usual malice.

"Either way, thanks," whatever his reasoning had been, he had protected you in some sense.

"Can we just go to fucking bed?" Izzy asked with a tired sigh. Tired from nights on a hard surface and lack of food.

"Yeah," you chuckled quietly, "yeah, of course we can, Iz."

As you did each night for the last week or so, the two of you cuddled up under the useless blanket without an argument.

The brig was silent, as it usually was, and eerie. You needed to break it, to put some good thoughts out there into the emptiness.

"They're going to come, I bet we'll only have to wait like...two more days, at most. We're going to get out of here," you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

"I know," Izzy responded, voice slightly muffled by your hair.

"Just...making sure you didn't forget," you excused, and he just nodded.

Staring out into the otherwise empty cell, you swallowed the lump in your throat. Lightly, giving yourself away to brush it off, a way for Izzy to ignore it, you kissed his forehead. Izzy gave a full-body huff but still shifted closer to you.

The two of you woke to the sound of canon fire, both of you on your feet in an instant. Staring up at the ceiling, trying to get an idea of what was going on. Above your heads were frantic footsteps, the clanging of metal, and gunshots.

The Revenge was here.

Your heads snapped to the sound of the brig door being swung open. Thankfully, it was Edward and Stede who stormed it, swords at the ready.

"Edward, get us the fuck out of here!" Izzy demanded, already standing in front of the cell door.

Stede grinned at the sight of you both, proudly waving a set of keys around, before unlocking the cell.

Both you and Izzy were glad to be on the other side of those bars, you were even more thrilled at the sight of your belongings. The two of you were quick to pull on your boots and outer layers, listening to the captains tell the story of how they chased down and raided the very ship you were on.

"Dealt with most of the crew, just get yourselves back to the Revenge, yeah?" Edward ordered, handing you both your swords. "Good to see you're alright, mate," he clasped Izzy's shoulder, giving him a grin.

Izzy gave him a nod before nodding to you, signalling for you both to rush out from the brig.

You joined the crew in the fight, Izzy keeping a shoulder to yours as you stormed across the deck. While the two of you would have been happy to cut down the men who had laid hands on you, orders were orders.

So, as ordered, the both of you left the crew to deal with your captors and returned to the Revenge. The rest of the crew soon followed, the smell of smoke and burning wood growing stronger.

Once the offending ship was dealt with and had experienced what it was like to be on the receiving end of Blackbeard's rage, you were welcomed back aboard the Revenge.

Some of the crew fussed over you, asked about your time being held hostage, mostly just making sure you were alright. Izzy's injured were properly seen too by Roach, which put your mind at ease, before you were both provided with a proper meal.

That night, you were laying awake in the bunks while everyone else slept. It felt like home, the sound of the crew sleeping, the warmth of shared quarters. You had proper pillows and blankets and hammocks. And yet, something just felt wrong. A weight against your chest that had become familiar, the shift of a chest beneath your head.

After tossing and turning for a little while longer, you quietly climbed out of your bunk and padded out of the room on bare feet. Making sure to leave as quietly as you could, you didn't want to wake anyone.

The passage ways were dark but you had learnt your way around the ship fairly well, so it wasn't much of a challenge to make your way to Izzy's cabin.

You thought about knocking but you didn't want to cause a scene or attract any attention. So, you gently rapped your knuckles against the wood before letting yourself in, a little surprised that it was unlocked but not wanting to linger in the passageway.

"What the fuck?" Izzy shot up on his cot, a knife in hand. You bet he slept with one under his pillow.

You opened your mouth by anything you had planned to say was seemingly swallowed by the waves, leaving you at a loss.

"You...I was...it's kinda cold, don't you think?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Izzy watched you for a moment, trying to figure out your motives. He slowly placed his knife down beside his cot, not taking his eyes off of you. Whatever he found during his assessment must have been positive, because he seemed to relax a little.

"...kinda chilly, I guess. For the Caribbean anyway," Izzy agreed with a small nod, still not taking his eyes away from you.

"So...maybe we should...for warmth," you suggested, gesturing vaguely towards the cot he sat on.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," Izzy allowed.

With a small smile, you approached him. He shifted over on the cot, letting you join him.

The cot definitely wasn't made for two but it was a little wider than the shelf bed in the brig and a whole lot comfier. It actually had a mattress for a start, a stuffed pillow and a thicker blanket. Certainly an upgrade.

Neither of you said a word, just let yourselves fall together. Limbs intertwined and bodied pressed against each other. Sharing warmth even if it was no longer so cold.

"Night, Iz," you whispered into his neck, smiling to yourself when his arms tightened around you.

"Night..."

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Didn’t Know That You Were Pregnant [Request]

CHAN:

It was supposed to be a relaxing day out with the rest of the boys, going for a walk around the Han River and taking photographs with Hyunjin but your stomach was beginning to cramp and you were having back pains. 

"Maybe you should sit down," Minho said as he noticed how slow you were walking behind them, panting out of breath you walked over to some of the benches beside a fence and sat down. 

"Here," Felix called out as he rushed to your side and gave you a bottle of water, Chan glanced over at you smiling weakly as he noticed how sick you looked. The fact that you'd been sick for most of the week was starting to worry him but you pushed it aside as nothing more than a sickness bug that would pass sooner or later.

"Maybe we should call it a day, you look worse than you did yesterday," Jisung said in a worried tone he didn't mean for it to sound mean but he was worried about you, as were the other boys. Jisung's eyes kept looking between you and Chan as he walked over to your side but you let out a yelp in pain, at first, you thought you'd dropped the bottle of water that Felix had handed to you but then you felt pain radiate up your back and around your abdomen,

"Gross, Y/n needs to control her bladder." Minho laughed as he saw the pool of fluid by your feet and assumed you had wet yourself but that was when Chan's face ran pale and he began to calculate in his head. 

"I-I think my water broke," You mumbled as you looked over at Chan, he was piecing everything together over the last nine months, you'd gained weight, you'd been suck more often not to mention the weird cravings you'd been getting. 

"Holy shit." You yelled out as you struggled to get up from the bench, holding onto your stomach where there was barely even a bump. 

"I'm going to be an uncle?!" Jeongin screamed out loudly enough that the lady that was working the hot chocolate stand looked up to see what the fuss was about. Chan took your hand in his, walking with you towards the car so they could get you to a hospital but all of the boys were freaking out more than the two of you, yelling about how they weren't prepared and nothing was ready since you had no idea you were pregnant. 

MINHO:

You always thought those who claimed not to know that they were pregnant were being dramatic but now you knew first hand that they weren't. Sitting on the maternity ward with your sleeping daughter in your arms while Minho sat beside you on the bed just watching her sleeping. You had been home when you felt a bad pain spreading over your body, you figured it was nothing until it got to the point you couldn't focus on anything but the pain and headed to the doctor. 

"I can't believe you created another human." Changbin muttered as he walked into the room with a look of surprise on his face,

"Neither can we," You laughed as you laid your head on Minho's shoulder still remembering the look of shock on his face he had when you told him that you were going to have a baby. It was as if someone had drained all the colour out of him and for a few moments you thought he was going to pass out but he took it well and spent hours shopping for everything you were going to need online and having it delivered to your apartment that you shared together.

CHANGBIN:

"Where have you been I've been calling all day?!" You yelled out as you stood in the doorway of one of the studios, Changbin was chilling with Jisung and Chan while he claimed he was working. 

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" You groaned at his nagging questioning and looked down at your stomach, the bump was starting to bother you but you put that down to weight loss until about an hour ago when you felt something move inside of you followed by a gushing of water to your feet. 

"I'm in labour, so if you answered your phone I wouldn't have had to drive all the way here instead of a hospital," All three of the boys started to laugh with one another thinking it was some kind of prank but as soon as Changbin saw the seriousness on your face his smile fell to the floor. 

"You're really-"

"Yes."

"And I'm going to be dad-"

"Not if you don't get me to a fucking doctor!" You yelled out as another contraction hit you, bending over in pain as you tried not to fall to the floor in a puddle of tears from the pain that you were experiencing. 

HYUNJIN:

"Besides a little weight gain, there had been no other indication that you could have been pregnant?" A nurse asked as she looked at you at Hyunjin, the two of you had been surprised by home birth. You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the toilet only to realise you weren't in need of the toilet but a doctor. The two of you ended up delivering your daughter on the bathroom floor over the phone to nurses and an ambulance team that had been stuck on the roads. 

"No, I didn't even know I could. I was on the pill and we were using condoms." You mumbled as you glanced down at your sleeping daughter who was strong considering you hadn't been taking prenatal care or going for regular checkups, it was a miracle she was delivered as well as she was and as healthy as she was. 

"Well, the hospital will provide you with a crib and some emergency supplies but you will need to do some shopping soon." She began writing everything up that you would need, Hyunjin was already so taken with your daughter he could hardly take his eyes off her.

JISUNG:

As soon as the water hit the ground you knew you hadn't accidentally wet yourself and Chan knew from the look of it that it wasn't piss that had come out of you. 

"Y/n!?" Jisung yelled out as panic washed over his face, he was sweating as he rushed over to you, sitting you down on the sofa in the dorms as he began yelling out for someone to call an ambulance. 

"Relax, she's in labour," Chan said calmly as he watched the two of you but that did nothing to settle you, both you and Jisung turned to him with wide eyes, 

"I'M PREGNANT?!"

"SHE'S PREGNANT!?" You screamed out together as the boys around you began to laugh, Chan shook his head at you before looking around. 

"Felix call an ambulance, Seungmin get a blanket and Minho pack up some clothes for Y/n." The whole time Chan barked out orders Jisung was doing his best to coach you through the pain, giving you breathing techniques he'd seen in all of the movies and TV shows where people were giving birth.

"We're going to be parents." He whispered over and over again as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true and it wasn't some kind of dream that he seemed to be having. 

FELIX:

Felix brought you to the hospital as soon as you said that you were in so much pain you couldn't get out of bed, doctors were running tests on you while you sat in a hospital bed crying into a pillow. 

"Mr Lee, Miss Y/l/n?" You glanced over at the door to see a set of doctors all rushing around outside the door, getting something ready while another came to speak to you. 

"It appears that you're pregnant, in fact, you're currently in labour." You started laughing at the male doctor thinking it was some kind of joke but when you noticed he wasn't laughing you stopped and sat up in the bed. 

"I'm what?" Felix's hand wrapped around yours as he tightly squeezed your hand, come to think of it there was a high possibility that you were pregnant but the two of you had been careful and used protection all of the time. 

"I would assume this is a shock but we need to check to see how far along you are in your contractions," A female doctor came into the room and began introducing herself while you and Felix stared at one another dumbfounded about how this could have happened and when. 

"Would you like to stay in the room?" The mid-wife asked Felix who turned to leave but you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer to the bed, 

"We're in this together, don't even think about walking out of that door." You warned him as the doctor began to see if you were ready to push or not, 

"Almost there, I would say another hour or two at the most," She smiled looking up at you both as you worriedly looked at one another how you were going to break the news to everyone since you had no idea you had been pregnant in the first place.

"I need to call my mum," Felix stuttered as he looked at you, you nodded your head looking around for your phone. 

"I need to tell my family." You bit down on your lip not knowing if you were excited, worried or scared or if it was a mixture of all of those emotions at once. 

"I would make some arrangements quickly," The doctor teased before leaving the room, you turned to Felix wondering where to start with the conversation.

SEUNGMIN:

"I'm telling you that there is nothing wrong with me, I just feel sick." You grumbled to Seungmin who was pacing around the room a nurse had placed you in, he'd insisting on taking you to see someone as soon as you started to feel sick and dizzy that morning and now you had been waiting around for hours. 

"The tests have all finally came back, we wanted to make sure it was 100% positive before we came in here," The same nurse that had admitted you explained as she held a clipboard to her chest with a worried expression on her face, 

"When you came in we asked if there was a chance of pregnancy and you said no-"

"Because there isn't, I'm on the pill and we use protection," You told her as she continued to give you a worried look, that was when she began showing you all of the tests that they had done to prove to you that you were eight months pregnant and in early labour which was why you were sick and in so much pain. 

"I-I'm pregnant?" You stuttered out staring from the charts to her face as Seungmin sat down on the chair beside your bed, 

"But we were careful," He mumbled as he looked at you, 

"Not all contraceptives are 100% effective, some are just 99.9% you're the lucky, 00.01% That gets pregnant," You knew she was trying to make you feel better but it only made it worse as you thought about how the baby had nothing waiting at home for them when you eventually got home. 

"I'll get the boys, they'll become builders for the day." Seungmin mumbled as he began to call Chan on his phone frantically. 

JEONGIN:

Jeongin laughed down the phone when you told him you were sitting on the maternity ward of a hospital delivering his baby but as soon as he didn't hear you laughing a chill ran through him.

"You're joking right?" You groaned at him through the phone, rolling your head back against the bed as another contraction hit you making you scream out louder than the rest before it.

"Why would I joke about pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a pea!?" You yelled out down the phone to him while the midwife flinched from beside you wondering how you had been clueless about the pregnancy in the first place. It wasn't as though you were trying to get pregnant you were only together for two years, he was still young and how was JYP going to react to him getting a son or a daughter. 

"Please come to the hospital innie, I'm scared," Your voice cracked as you began to cry but Jeongin was already on the way, getting Minho to drive him as fast as he could so he could be by your side by the time his son or daughter came into the world.

Tagline: @taestannie​ @acciocriativity​ @mwitsmejk​ @minholuvs​ @sw33tnight​ @kneel-begyourpardon​

[safetycar-restart]

inspired by pierre’s photoshoot <3

this isn’t long bc i’m pretty sick rn so have this small idea for u to expand on <3

pierre comes back with some of the jumpers and sweaters from the photoshoot, and charles falls in love immediately? like, pierre wears some of them for a while, before they start to disappear.

and bunny is just hoarding all of them, wearing them bc they’re comfortable, and smell like pierre? they call him down when he’s anxious, and pierre finds out pretty fast why charles is doing it, so he wears specific sweaters that he knows bunny will like, and then leaves them somewhere for him to find them, and pretends to be surprised when they go missing?

and bunny ADORES it. he doesn’t realise, and just keeps taking pierre’s sweaters, eventually branching out to ‘borrow’ a few of your oversized sweaters to add to his collection.

- 🌱

( this actually was longer than i intended oops )

I hope you feel better soon!! Being sick fucking sucks, but you still managed to write an absolute banger right here which is so impressive oh my god.

Firstly, I think Charles has a thing for anything soft? He impulsively buys soft blankets and brings them home, always takes a few minutes to pet the plushies in the toy isle, is VERY particular about the blankets and linen on the bed, etc. He just adores soft things so much.

So those sweaters are actually a collection Pierre did with AlphaTauri, so he would have had some input. Which means that he absolutely pushes for the softest fabric possible purely because his goal is to make sure Charles will love the sweaters.

And he absolutely meets that goal.

The first time pierre comes home in one of the sweaters, Charles immediately makes grabby hands for him because the sweater even looks really soft. Pierre comes over and he assumes Charles wants the sweater, so he starts taking it off.

But no, no bunny doesnt want that, at least not right now. What he wants is for Pierre to sit down so that Charles can cuddle into his chest and nuzzle against the soft sweater that? So bunny gets cuddles AND a soft sweater AND his pierre and he is truly overjoyed.

Of course he simply must steal the sweater afterwards because it's so warm and now it smells like pierre and he is just in heaven every time he can wear it.

When that sweater loses Pierre's scent, he immediately looks for another one to steal because he MUST have one in his possession at all times.

He tries to keep it secret from pierre, always returning sweaters when they no longer smell like him. But of course pierre knows exactly what he's doing, which is why Pierre starts leaving his sweaters in places he knows Charles will find them.

And stealing your sweaters? Oh my god amazing.

I actually dont think that thought would cross Charles's mind until you suggest it to him? Not because he doesnt want to, but because they're your sweaters and he doesnt think he's allowed to touch them? He doesnt really touch any of your stuff, because you're his mommy and all your things are precious and he's just a little bunny, he could ruin them if he isn't careful.

But then one day the two of you are sitting in an airport waiting to board a flight and Charles didn't bring a sweater? He's curled up in a very uncomfortable chair, his arms wrapped tight around himself because the chair is to uncomfortable and he's so tired.

You remember that you have a sweater in your hand luggage bag, so you dig it out and offer it to him. Charles takes the sweater like it's made of gold? Like he's afraid he might break it in two if he isn't careful.

He truly can't believe he's just been given his mommy's sweater. Of course he's quick to put it on, and it's so comfy!! It's warm and smells like you and it's so soft he loves it.

From that moment on, you've created a menace. Bunny is now obsessed with your sweaters.

[lcksndkys]

Pairing: JJK x reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny hint of angst

Word count: ~8k

Summary: Save a drum, bang a drummer. 

Warnings: one tasteful semi-nude sext, brief flashback of male masturbation, discussions about conception, an unholy amount of nipple play, blowjob, fingering, pussy slapping with a dick (but like, romantically), unprotected sex within an established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: This is my first attempt at creative writing… ever. Borne from my horny imagination and a thirst dream, this piece is an epilogue of sorts. S/o to @jinpanman ​ and @wwilloww ​ for being the wind beneath my wings and the floaties around my arms. Also, big thanks to Willow who made the banner <3

There are two things you know are happening tonight. One: Beyond the Scene is out celebrating the completion of their newest EP. Two: your husband, the drummer of Beyond, is going to come home, high off the adrenaline of a successful night, and fuck you into oblivion. Your period tracking app that you both have been studiously monitoring over the last few months has notified you that you were going to be ovulating over the next couple of days. 

You slip into one of Jungkook’s oversized cut-off tanks and a pair of crotchless black lace panties that you know he likes. Checking in the mirror, you see a generous view of side-boob due to the cut of his shirt and you turn around and decide to forgo bottoms entirely—they’ll be discarded soon anyways. Your husband may be out with the boys tonight, but you’re determined to wait up for him. It’s not that late after all. You roll over, pulling a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it out for later.

Lying in your shared bed, you check your phone again, reading the last messages you sent to each other.

[9:51pm] Jungkook-ah: i’ll be home late babe. dont wait up. love you.

[9:54pm] You: … but i’m ovulating today. I want you.

You haven’t heard from him since. Tapping to the camera icon on your phone, you decide to send a little more encouragement. You quickly snap a photo of your torso covered in his shirt, making sure to give a tasteful glimpse of your ensemble. 

[11:39pm] Jungkook-ah: fcuk. dont temnt meee idk when ill  b home

You sigh. He's definitely drunk which means that even if he did come home soon, he’d be too wasted to finish the job, more likely to fall asleep seconds after washing up. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you roll to Jungkook’s side of the bed. Breathing in his clean, slightly sweet scent, you let it comfort you as your eyes close. Your mind drifts off to the first time you ever saw Jungkook as a man. 

Sprawled out on a twin sized bed, there was barely enough space for the two of you. Propped against the headboard and wearing nothing but a smile, he laced his fingers behind his head and cockily encouraged you to take pictures. “They’ll last longer,” he had said. Cheeky brat. You had instructed him to pleasure himself as you watched. “Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself, Koo” to which he replied, “You in my clothes with nothing on underneath”. He had whined, panting and desperate to hold off his climax with the hopes that he might get to feel you wrapped around him. 

You made him promise that night would be a one off; an itch scratched. And above all, he wasn’t to speak of that night to anyone, especially his sister- your best friend. At the time, an emotional relationship was not something you were ready to pursue. And certainly not with someone so intimately linked to your inner circle. So when it happened again, and then again, you proposed an easy benefits-only relationship to which he quietly accepted. You didn’t know he had been secretly yearning for something you could not yet give him. Despite trying to push him and your emotions away, Jungkook persisted, and with time and patience, you let him into your heart and let him show you the meaning of true love. 

With a love-sick smile plastered on your face, you drift off to sleep, plans for tonight all but forgotten.

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Eyes still closed and hanging on to the quickly fading wisps of your dreams, you unconsciously feel around the sheets for your husband. When your hands come across nothing but layers of bedsheet and blankets and the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s body heat, you roll over seeking the comfort of his embrace. 

Sitting up, you see that he must’ve moved you during the night towards your side of the bed before climbing in behind you. Realizing you’re still in his shirt and the sexy panties from last night, you huff out a groan of annoyance. 

You get out of bed and make the short trek to your bathroom to wash up. Jungkook never missed an opportunity to “practice” baby making. The thought that he was avoiding a session in the sheets with you makes you press the bristles harshly against your teeth. 

Upon returning to your bedroom, you see that at some point Jungkook had plugged your phone in to charge. You open up your app and double check that you’re still within short the ovulation window. 

The shuffling of slippers alerts you to your husband elsewhere in your shared apartment. As you leave in search of him, you notice he had put the bottle of lube away. 

Padding out towards the kitchen, you can hear the tinkling of dishware and cutlery. The smell of toast floats through the air as you spot Jungkook at the counter pouring his cereal into a bowl of milk. Endearing. You smile, remembering he once reasoned that adding cereal to milk ensures you won’t be left with any soggy bits. 

Coming up behind him, he startles a little with your quiet arrival. You wrap your arms around his middle, pressing a light kiss between his shoulder blades, and nuzzling your face against the wide expanse of his back.

“I missed you last night, baby,” you coo. 

Turning in your embrace, Jungkook wraps one arm around your shoulders and uses a pointer finger to gently tilt your head, aligning your mouth to his. He leans down to give you a sweet, chaste kiss in greeting before pulling away. 

“I’m sorry I was out late. But I’ll make it up to you ok?”

“How about you make it up to me right now?” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, stepping back from his grasp. 

His eyes rake up and down your figure, pausing to take in the long expanse of skin showing from under his cut-off tank. You turn your torso slightly, lifting your arms up overhead to smooth back your bed head, allowing him a generous view of your tits through the large armholes. You smirk to yourself knowing this simple outfit is one of his favorites on you. 

“- oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathes, feeling the beginnings of desire stir in his sleep pants.

“I was so ready for you last night,” you continue, planting your hands behind you on the kitchen counter opposite of Jungkook. With a hop, you sit yourself upon the cold hard surface and try not to cringe at the sudden change of temperature on your bare rump.

You beckon towards your husband with a crook of your finger. 

“I even wore one of your favorites,” you purr. Slowly trailing a hand towards your hip you pull the hem of your—well, his—shirt up, exposing some of the black lace panties you had worn. 

Jaw clenched and brow furrowed. You enjoy Jungkook’s rapt attention.

“Come closer” you plead. 

When he shows no sign of approaching, you lean back onto your elbows and prop one foot onto the countertop. Parting your legs, you smile victoriously when Jungkook’s eyes drop immediately to your exposed core. Thank goodness for crotchless panties.

His throat constricts at the sight of your pussy, framed in black lace, and bared lewdly for him. 

“Fuck,” he growls lowley. You watch his throat bob again swallowing down a moan. He looks from your eyes, to your lips, and down between your thighs. Cock hardening, his desire rises hot and heady at the sight of you glistening before him.

Seeing him grow in the unforgiving fabric of his grey sweatpants, you grin at his visceral reaction. “You know I’m ovulating, right?” You bring your other foot up onto the counter further spreading yourself out for him. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up with your cum.” A little dirty talk was nearly always enough encouragement to get your husband started.

Doe eyes wide, he is torn between his carnal desires to ravish you on the countertop and his mounting emotional distress. 

When your husband doesn’t immediately react to your proposition, you know something is wrong. You hop off the counter and come to wrap around him. Jungkook has always been a shy boy, and as he got older, grew into a reserved man. He had a small social circle, knowing first hand that some people had no qualms with using him for his services. He was the golden boy. Jungkook was good at things and always has been- drums, sports, computers, video games, writing music, singing, sex. Many people sought to use him and had gotten away with it. And at first, he was eager to please; to prove himself worthy of the attention. But it wasn’t long before he grew cautious and began to keep a selective few close, including you. 

You've always seen him. And you see him now, eyes tight with emotion he's been holding back from you. He hasn't done that in years. 

Your arousal from earlier has all but dried up, evaporated with the sense that something important is weighing on Jungkook. 

"Do you need me to listen or find a solution?" you ask him. 

"Listen" he replies softly. 

You take his hand, leading him towards the couch. Sitting down, you part your legs pulling his back to your front. You wrap all four limbs around him and lay back to let his weight press the both of you into the cushions. His hands immediately go to stroke along the soft skin of your shins. You tuck your face into his nape, ghosting soft kisses along the skin available to you. Holding him against you, you feel Jungkook slowly melt, head leaning back against your shoulder. You know he’ll speak when he's ready.

“I just… Lately I’ve been feeling like you only want a specific part of me,” says Jungkook quietly. His hands go to tuck back some of his hair behind his ears- a nervous tell he's never been able to kick. "And I guess it kind of reminded me of the time from before we officially got together, ya know?" 

You feel your heart crumble in your chest at his admission. At that time, you weren’t ready for what Jungkook wanted to give you, convinced that the age gap and BTS’s rising fame would ultimately lead to disaster. Thus you had pushed for a purely physical relationship. He had agreed mistakenly believing that having your body, but not your mind or heart, was better than not having you at all. He hoped that time and love would help you change your mind. Luckily for both of you, it did. 

You want to say something to comfort him, but you remember he asked you to listen. You stay quiet, giving him a safe space to speak.

"And I know we're trying for a baby, but lately there's no intimacy when you make love to me. It's like once I finish, it's over and you push me away to lay with your legs up against the wall." 

You feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath, and then another. In, then out. 

"You know how important aftercare is to me," he continues. You do know. Jungkook is a romantic; being held and praised for a job well done has always been just as important as the actual act of sex for him. "And if you're just trying to fuck me, I don't know if I want it." 

There's a few moments of pause.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to have sex?” you ask softly. 

Jungkook’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “No! I mean- I want it, trust me, I want you. But the last few times, it felt like you just fucked me until I came.” Jungkook goans. “You didn’t even finish. Makes me feel like a bad lover."

You cringe remembering that the last time you had been intimate with your husband, you straddled him and then rode him fast and hard until he spilled his seed inside you. The whole ordeal lasted 3 minutes tops, and then you were rolling off him onto your back leaving him to clean up on his own. 

Sensing he was finished, you start to apologize. “I had no idea you felt that way,” you start. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”

“I just- I love you so much, and I would give anything to make you happy,” he says quietly. His hands continue to absentmindedly traverse the length of your legs.

Your hold around him tightens, a silent I love you. 

“What do you wanna do today, baby? Today’s all about you,” you promise. You’re ready to give your husband the attention he craves. 

“Anything?” Jungkook asks, craning his head back to meet your gaze.

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm. 

“I promise you I’ll give you a creampie, but can we please just play super smash bros first?”

Seeing the child-like wonder in your husband’s eyes, you can’t help but chuckle at him. Jungkook has always been easy to please and competitive to a fault. 

“Sure, Kook-ah. Maybe I’ll even let you beat me” you joke, fingers digging into his ribs causing him to laugh and squirm from your grasp. 

Jungkook unwinds your legs from around his waist to set up the gaming console. 

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After several rounds of super smash bros, Jungkook has other ideas in his mind. Pulling you onto his lap, you’re forced to part your legs to straddle him. He fingers along the hem of your shirt pulling up the backside to expose your bare ass. 

“Ah, you wore these for me?” he asks, hand rubbing circles along your quickly heating flesh. 

“Depends. Are you ready to take them off me?” you retort with a wink. 

Giggling, Jungkook lunges for you, wrapping his strong arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You feel the gentle pressure of his lips suckling and tilt your head further back to grant him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck.

He laps against your throat, making you moan out in satisfaction. Your arousal starts to leak onto Jungkook’s grey sweats as you absentmindedly grind your bare cunt against the stiffness growing there.

“Mmm, fuck. Let’s go” you pant, urgently tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder.  

Walking into the bedroom, Jungkook slowly lowers you down to the ground, letting your front drag along his, your soft curves trailing along the firm planes of his chest. The moment your feet touch down, you gently press a hand against his chest- right over his thrumming heart- and encourage him to sit at the edge of your bed. His eyes gaze lovingly up into yours, a small smile hanging on his lips, waiting for your instruction. 

You tug at the hem of his shirt. “Can you take this off, baby?” 

Jungkook eagerly nods, licking his lips in anticipation. He reaches back, hooking his fingers into the neckline of his collar and pulling his stupidly oversized shirt over his head in one swift motion. For a second, he lets you admire his body. He works hard to achieve his physique and enjoys knowing you’re your attraction towards him has never waned. 

You swallow down a groan as your eyes trail from his chest, dusky nipples pebbled with arousal, down his abdominals, towards the bulge in his sweats. Your husband is a beautiful man, inside and out, and he is all yours. Tonight and forever.

Climbing into his lap, you straddle him and cup his face between your hands. Jungkook needs emotional intimacy, and you’re prepared to deliver.

You kiss his forehead. “I love the way you think. You’re quiet, but so clever, and I wish more people could see how your brain works. You’re considerate of other people and so fucking humble, qualities I really admire about you.”

Moving down to his eyes, you place twin kisses over his closed eyelids. “I love the way you see the world. When I’m tired, you remind me that there is so much beauty in the mundane, and I’m so lucky to see it all by your side.”

You reach down for his hands and press your lips along the knuckles of both his hands. “I love the life you’ve helped build for and with me. People always say you’re good at everything, but they don’t see how hard you work to earn it. I respect you so much for that.” You play with his fingers- somehow long and delicate, but strong at the same time- and lace them together.

“I love your nose,” you continue, pecking the tip. 

“But-”

“No interruptions, Jungkook” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “I know you’ve always thought it was a little too big and round when we were younger, but it shows how much you’ve grown into yourself over the years. You are so sexy- both on the stage and off.”

You pull back in time to see him fighting down a shy smile at your praise. “Besides, a man should have a big nose,” you wink. Unable to hide his toothy smile or blushing cheeks, you continue.

“I love these cheeks,” you say, planting sloppy kisses over his face. “When you smile - a real, genuine smile- your whole face lights up. I hope our children inherit that.”

You plant more against the beauty marks on the bridge of his nose and under his lip, on the faint scar high on his cheek. “So beautiful,” you murmur against his skin.

“These are my favorite lips. You were the first man that I believed when you told me you loved me.” You press your lips against his, kissing him gently. Tilting your head for a better angle, you press forward more ardently, and part your lips further to slide your tongue against his.

When you pull back, Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, face craning forward to chase your kiss. You card your fingers through his hair and push him back enough to look into his eyes again. 

Your lips continue their loving path down his face, nipping along his sharp jawline and down his neck, paying special attention to his sensitive pulse point. Jungkook whimpers in appreciation encouraging you to work color into his skin. 

“Most of all, I love your heart.” Your arms wrap around his torso, hands caressing up and down his back as your head tips down to press your mouth against his chest, just left of center. “You are patient and kind and romantic. You show me every day what true love means, and I am forever grateful for that. You have all of me, and you always will. And tonight, I want to make you feel good because I love every part of you. Even the parts you don’t particularly like yourself.”

You continue to leave wet kisses along his clavicles and throat making him moan quietly.

“Lay back for me, baby” you say, and he allows you to push him onto his back.

Your body follows him down prone on the bed, allowing your comforting weight to settle atop him and press him into the sheets. Linking your hands, you bring them up to rest by his head. You reconnect and kiss him senseless, lips and tongues moving seamlessly in a dance well practiced over the years. You continue until he’s whining, until you feel him thickening further in his pants. 

Lips descending downwards, you continue a fiery trail along his jawline, hands caressing his neck and chest to maximize his pleasure. Evidence of your love blooms down his neck as you continue a path towards his chest. Perched on his lap, you grind against him as you take a nipple between your lips and begin to suck.

“A-ahh fuck”, Jungkook pants as your lips wrap more securely around his pebbled bud, tongue flicking against him. Your other hand rakes along his other pectoral, thumb catching along its twin and you rub circles over him with your thumb. His cock, which had begun to throb when you love bombed him, is now fattening with arousal.                                                                                

You trail your lips across his chest making sure to provide equal attention to his sensitive buds. Dusky and shining with your saliva, you continue down his abs, licking the contours of his hard earned muscles. Jungkook continues to quietly moan at the sensation of your soft, warm mouth slowly moving south along his body.

Sitting up a bit from his supine figure, you tug down at the band of his sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” you ask, slipping your fingertips into the waistline of his bottoms. He nods his consent and you push them down as he lifts his hips up, effectively removing Jungkook’s remaining piece of clothing. 

As you move to stand from his lap, he immediately sits up as if pained by any distance between your bodies. You give him one last, sweet kiss on the mouth before settling down on your knees between his spread legs. His cock, perfectly framed between powerful thighs, is hardening rapidly and attempting to defy gravity as it bobs in the space between your bodies. Licking your lips at the sight of his leaking length, you settle on the floor and reach for his base.

“Hold on” he says, stopping you to reach across the bed and pulling his pillow from under the covers offering it to you for comfort. Your heart swells at his consideration and you accept it gratefully. You place it under your knees for an added cushion and make yourself comfortable on the ground.

Maintaining eye contact you run your hands up and down his thick thighs letting your fingernails lightly scratch along the sensitive skin there. Each pass brings you closer and closer to his cock, subtly twitching in eagerness to feel you wrapped around him. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you wrap a hand around his base and feel him harden fully in your grasp. Bringing your lips down to his weeping tip, you run your tongue up and down his slit, then slowly in a circle around the engorged head leaving a ring of precum and saliva in your wake.

“F-uuuck” Jungkook keens as you continue to tease him with your tongue. “Please. More, please.” 

Your lips immediately close around him, surrounding his throbbing cock with the wet heat of your mouth and begin to suck tasting his musky flavor. Popping off, you run your tongue up and down to spread moisture along his shaft; your hand will have to cover what your throat cannot take. He is not profoundly large, but he is more than thick and long enough to satisfy you.

Unable to mask his desire, Jungkook pants as your mouth works up and down his rigid length. You take him as deep as you can tolerate, gagging lightly when you feel him slide down the back of your throat with each pass. The hand not grasping his base is rubbing soothing circles along his hip and inner thigh, amplifying his pleasure.

“Mmm yeah, you’re doing so g-good,” he groans as you continue bobbing, hand furiously pumping whatever won’t fit in your mouth. He weaves his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper into the depths of your throat. Eyes starting to water, his other hand wipes at the tears in your lash line as you continue to enthusiastically blow him. 

Jungkook’s volume steadily increases along with the pace of your mouth and hand as you work over his cock. You continue to suck him off sending white hot pleasure through his veins. “Oh shit- shit.” Jungkook stops you as his impending orgasm begins to crest. “You need to stop, or I’ll cum” he breathes out. Though your mouth is no longer on him, your hand continues to slowly jerk him off.

“Aren’t you ovulating?” he tries to confirm with you. “I need to put it in you,” he insists, teeth clenching together as your hand glides up and down the full length of his dick twisting your wrist with each upstroke.

“Tonight is all about you - about us,” you shake your head. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” you ask as your other hand travels from his hip to cup and gently fondle his balls.

He whimpers in pleasure as you continue to stroke him.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth tonight, baby?” you purr. No longer able to formulate a coherent sentence, he nods his head aggressively.

“Good boy,” you tease with a smirk. Your mouth returns to his cock and joins the hand pumping his shaft. Years of learning each other’s bodies has taught you the tell tale signs of your husband’s orgasms and you can tell he’s close. Very close.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you apply the suction you know he has never been able to resist. You’re determined to suck his soul from his body, gripping him firmly as you furiously work his throbbing length exactly the way you know he likes. Your mouth focuses on his mushroomed head, lips sealed around the tip and tongue lapping against the sensitive frenulum.

Jungkook desperately tries to stave off his release to linger in the wet heat of your mouth. It’s been a while since he’s allowed himself to finish down your throat and he wants to savor it. “Ah, I’m so mad that you’re so good at this” he groans, earning a muted giggle from you. Stuffed full of cock, the vibration sends a thrill up his spine. 

You know Jungkook’s cumming before he can warn you. It starts with a subtle lifting of his balls as they prepare to empty into your eager mouth. Eyes squeezed shut and moaning wantonly, he chants your name over and over as he begins to orgasm. You continue your determined ministrations as his shaft pulses in your grasp.

“Hmmmph- ahh, fuck yes! Oh fuck, so good,” Jungkook whimpers as ribbons of cum burst across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. You quickly swallow his load as he erupts into your mouth. You continue stroking and sucking Jungkook through his high, helping him ride it out until he gently pushes you away when he feels the burn of overstimulation. 

“Good?” you smile up at him and let go of his wilting length to lick at a stray bit of cum from your thumb. You wipe off the remaining spit on your shirt.

“Amazing,” he replies, smiling dazedly down at you. 

You allow him to pull you from the ground up onto the bed with him, laughing when your knees pop loudly in the quiet of the room as you stand up. Giggling, you curl up against his side listening as his heart rate evens out to a steady rhythm. You can't be bothered to care that his skin is tacky with a light sheen of sweat.

You lay against Jungkook for a few minutes as he basks in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. He pulls you tighter against him, tipping his head down to kiss you for a blow job-well-done. Tasting the residual flavor of his cum, he groans against your mouth, enjoying your combined essences.

Jungkook rolls you onto your back, continuing to kiss you with fervor. The sound of lips and tongues clashing fill the room as the two of you enjoy the simple intimacy of being together. Reaching down, Jungkook spreads your legs apart to make room for him to lay comfortably between your thighs. 

“W-what,” you’re breathless as his lips leave your mouth and travel down your jaw.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against your skin. “It’s your turn now.” He nibbles along your sensitive neck, goosebumps rising with his light touch. 

You run your fingertips up and down his back, scratching along the peaks and valleys of his spine. Leaning his weight into one arm, he uses the other to push up the hem of your shirt, ghosting a hand under to cup a breast. He palms greedily at the flesh as he continues to kiss you passionately. 

“I wanna see you,” says Jungkook. “Can I take this off?” he gestures at his cut-off tank you’re still wearing.

Criss crossing your arms and pulling up by its hem, you bare your chest to Jungkook’s eager eyes. His gaze drops down to admire the bouncing of your tits as you wiggle out of your top. Propping up on his elbows, he ducks his head to capture a nipple between his petal soft lips, coaxing it into a stiff peak with gentle suction and the lapping of his tongue. When your back arches in pleasure and you clutch his head to you, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide his arms under you to hold you securely to his mouth as he worships at the altar of your breasts. 

“Baby, yes, you’re so good to me” you pant, feeling your arousal generously leak from your core.

Eyes closed and relishing in the sensation, you whimper, sending one hand to grip his long, dark locks and feeling the prickle of his freshly trimmed undercut. With a hand in his mane, you feel him unlatch from your tight bud to plant wet open mouthed kisses around your areola and across your chest. He stops over your heart, lips lingering to feel the rapid thumping rattle your sternum.

Generous with his attention, he moves to nip and suck around your neglected breast. He slurps your nipple into his eager mouth, tongue swirling to tease it to a hard peak. Jungkook's diligent stimulation of your breasts sends sparks of pleasure down to your cunt as he continues to lap at your pebbled beds.

“More, please,” you whine, bucking your hips upwards, hoping to encourage him to touch you where you need it most. 

Hearing you beg so prettily for him slowly coaxes life back into his spent cock. He feels himself begin to swell again against your thigh. Pleasuring you has always been incredibly arousing for him, and he knows with a several more minutes of rest, he’ll be ready to fuck you senseless.

Pulling an arm out from under your torso, Jungkook leans his weight onto one elbow and sends his free hand down between your legs to the treasure between your thighs. His lips pursed around your nipple continues to suckle and tease you into a frenzy. 

The room fills with sounds of your mewling and his blunted goans as he plays the familiar song of your body. His hands brush against the soft black lace as he spreads your legs, positioning you to his liking. 

“So wet,” Jungkook acknowledges with a quirk of his lips, fingers swiping along your slit to feel for your arousal. Bringing those fingers towards his mouth, he sucks your essence from his fingertips, savoring your taste. Jungkook switches nipples again and his fingers, now slickened with his saliva, return to the warmth of your pussy. 

You gasp when you feel him caress at your opening before sinking a lone finger into your tight, wet heat. Jungkook can’t help but grunt as he feels your walls clench around him, excited to feel it around his growing erection. 

“It’s all for you baby,” you praise him, carding your fingers through his fringe and pushing his hair back to get a better view of him suckling at your breast. Your breath hitches when you feel him add a second finger, stretching you open with his long, tattooed digits and curling them against your g-spot.

“Mmm yes- ahh. Fuck me with them,” you plead. Lacking the power to drive you towards an orgasm, he teases you with sensual strokes until your cunt drips down your ass and his fingers come out sparkling with your arousal. Completely at his mercy, you feel Jungkook slow down further. Brat. 

You’re writhing beneath him as he continues his personal brand of slow, pleasurable torture. His lips release your tender nipple and return to your open mouth attempting to swallow your moans. 

“Fuck me harder, please, I need it harder.” you beg, hoping to convince him to finger you to completion. Despite your request, Jungkook stops thrusting completely, opting to curl his fingers and rubbing softly against your g-spot while grinding the heel of his palm just off center from your pulsing clit. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his gaze on your visage committing your whining and fucked out expression to memory. You’re being uncharacteristically pliant for him tonight- a change that he is very much enjoying. He files it under ‘spank bank material’ for when Beyond ultimately goes back on tour. 

“Please, baby, make me cum. I’m so close.” you try one last time. You’re panting and desperate for release. 

“You’re not cumming tonight unless it’s on my cock,” he grits out. His fingers stay hooked inside you, caressing at your sensitive front wall. Jungkook’s mouth returns to suckling at your pebbled bud and he slowly fucks you open with his fingers. Your cunt quivers and leaks with your arousal, but without the thrusting or clitoral stimulation, you won’t be cumming anytime soon.

“But how-” you glance down, not expecting his nearly fully erect cock. Pleasuring you had sparked his arousal again, the sounds of your approval and sight of your wet pussy glistening with desire has encouraged him back towards full mast. Licking your lips at his growing girth, you push his hand from your core to collect some of your personal lubricant. You wrap your slicked up fingers around his length jacking him to his full potential. 

“Uunffff- ok, ok. Hold on,” he says, reaching out into your bedside table for lube. You hear Jungkook uncap the small bottle and are eager to feel him deep inside you. Quickly flipping onto your front, you prop yourself on your elbows and knees, presenting your husband with your sloppy, swollen cunt- a soundless request imploring him to fuck you from behind.

“I want to feel you deep,” you reason and unable to resist you, Jungkook agrees. Eyes glued to the way your crotchless panties have dampened with your cream, he spreads a generous glob of lube up and down his cock. He wipes the remainder against your labia and rubs some onto your clit making you mewl out for him. He wipes off the residue on your sheets. You’ll have to wash that later.

Taking a moment to admire his view, his hands caress over your hips and ass. “Are you ready?” Jungkook asks, always so considerate of your needs. 

You nod and delirious with lust, you reach between your legs for him, sliding his bulbous tip up and down your slit before pushing your hips back to take him into your awaiting passage. Jungkook descends down creating a canopy with his body, sheltering you with the physical representation of his love. Jungkook’s hands find yours, lacing his calloused palms to the backs of your hands, fingers interlocking. With light pressure, he encourages you to lay your front down onto the bed. He nudges your knees further apart, propping you ass high in the air. 

Positioned to his liking, he takes his first stroke into your eager cunt. Despite his diligent fingering, the fit is still tight, and you feel the initial pinch as he breaches you. You both release matching moans upon your coupling, and you already know you won’t last long after enduring Jungkook's extensive foreplay. He sets a slow pace plunging deep into your velvet heat. 

“Harder, Kook, I’m already so close.” you puff into the sheets, turning your head as far as possible to watch your lover as he takes you from behind. “Please,” you rasp.

No longer denying your release, Jungkook thrusts faster, snapping his hips powerfully with the intent of getting you off. His cock hammers into you and you’re helpless underneath him to do anything but take it. He can already feel you tightening around him deliciously and lets go of one hand to reach down between your legs. With two fingers, Jungkook rubs tight circles around your clit while he continues to drill into your cunt which is just what you need to finally cum.

“Oh, fuck! Ah- ah-ah, Jungkook!” you chant. Your hands furiously grip the sheets trying to hold onto something to ground you as your high threatens to pull you under. Legs quaking and pussy fluttering around him, your walls contract rhythmically around his turgid length as he continues to rigorously fuck you through your orgasm. 

Jungkook whines at the sensations gripping his cock, but pulls out of your spent heat to spare you from the sting of overstimulation. Any other night, he may have considered fucking you into a second orgasm, but tonight feels different. Tonight, he wants to make ardent love to you.

Without Jungkook’s strong frame to hold you up, you crumble limp against the bed. Your ears ring with the aftermath of a good round of fucking. It takes a second to register that he is speaking.

“Can you take more?” he asks. Confused, you look down and see that he’s still painfully hard. Oh. His erection is glossy with your juices, shining as it bobs between his well-muscled thighs. 

“Fuck- yes,” you quickly consent to him. 

Jungkook swiftly rolls you onto your back again and sits up on his knees between your spread thighs. “I love you in these, but I want to see all of you,” he rasps, tugging at your ruined panties and pulling them off while his eyes stay glued on your saturated folds. Climbing back up your body, he spreads your legs wider and leans forward bringing his cock to your core. You look down to watch him steadily thrust his length against your slit, bumping against your clit on the upstrokes. 

Wanting to draw out his teasing, he grips his slickened base and slaps his dick against your slippery folds. Each wet smack sends waves of electric pleasure through your system as Jungkook works you back up. “Just fuck me, baby. I’m ready.” you insist. Your gaze trails up, meeting his heated stare. 

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when I make love to you,” he says, voice dropping an octave. When you nod in understanding, he catches his tip against your entrance and pushes back into your ripe, warm cunt. Your legs immediately wrap around his trim waist pulling him closer and encouraging him to brace the weight of his upper body on his hands. Your ankles interlock against the base of his spine to bring him deeper.

Jungkook starts with long, slow strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of you before feeding his cock back into your sopping pussy. Going slow enough for you to feel every ridge of his throbbing length, he impales you over and over.

Your back arches in pleasure and you have to fight to keep your eyes open for him. Wanting him closer, you greedily reach your hands up to pull him down closer to you, forcing him to drop to his elbows as he continues to give it to you slow and deep. 

Jungkook braces on his forearms and cradles your head. He tilts your chin up to align with his intense gaze as he continues to plow into you. Brow furrowed and eyes locked, your husband watches your dazed and needy expressions while his body and mind make love to yours. 

He’s always so good to you. Devoted and adoring. You’re suddenly struck with the reminder that this beautiful man is yours. Always has been. Always will be. And tonight is a good time to remind Jungkook how deeply you love him. A fear of commitment used to hold you back, but he peeled back your layers and showed you that love didn’t have to hurt. You haven’t been afraid since. Jungkook has the whole of your heart. 

“How did I get so lucky?” you say, reaching up to caress his jaw as he continues to thrust into your depths. “I’m sorry I lost sight of us,” you stutter trying to sound coherent as your husband diligently sinks his thickness into you again and again. “I never meant for you to feel-”

“- I know. And I’m sorry I didn’t communicate better, I just- I’m working on it,” Jungkook cuts you off. He knows this is a two way street. 

“We don’t have to try anymore if you aren’t ready. Pull out and I’ll suck you off again” you offer. If Jungkook isn’t 100% in, you aren’t either. 

“No, I want it. I’m ready for our love to create something beautiful and for everything that comes after that.”

You moan, eyes closing briefly, as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace. The increase in friction against your walls is quickly bringing you towards the edge again. An unexpectedly fierce pump of his hips has you gasping in delight.

“I said-,” Jungkook grunts with another sharp thrust, “-eyes on me, baby.” You pry your eyes open, surprised by his display of dominance and try not to squeal.

Jungkook reaches one hand down to tilt your pelvis back further and you lock your legs up higher on his frame allowing him to shove a pillow under your ass. The new position brings your clit directly under his pubic bone. When he slams back down to stuff you full, he grinds deliciously against you, making you nearly scream out in ecstasy.

“I love you,” you whisper in earnest. “I love you so much,” you moan as Jungkook begins to pound you into the sheets. You’re both quickly unraveling, approaching another high, bodies tingling with impending release. When your thighs begin shaking around him for the second time tonight, he picks up the pace filling the room with a symphony of your euphoria. 

Breaking your eye contact briefly, Jungkook looks down at the juncture of your connection and is enthralled by the visual- his cock coming out foamy with your cream and slamming back into your weeping pussy. Groaning, he suddenly feels the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back as you’re overcome with pleasure. 

“Come on, babe. Cum on my fucking cock,” Jungkook grunts, urging you towards completion. With your hips canted deliciously, he continues to ram directly against your g-spot. 

“Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close,” you babble, feeling Jungkook push deeper against you to stimulate your pulsing clit. Hands clutching your husband and thighs trembling, your eyes slip closed as you finally succumb to his endeavors. You cum with a silent scream, head tilted back and throat exposed as your walls spasm uncontrollably. The wild contracting of your pussy squeezing his cock triggers Jungkook’s own release. His length throbs desperately within your walls as you coax him towards his end. 

“Ahh, I- I’m holy shit- I’m cumming, too” Jungkook whines as he climaxes with breathy whimpers, exploding as he fills you with streams of his ejaculate. He thrusts as deep as he can get while his length continues to spurt inside you, shallowly rutting to ride out his high. 

Panting, he collapses his weight into your waiting arms. “Oof,” you grunt as you feel your husband’s sweaty and spent body pin you against the bed. You let him rest against you for a while, content to feel the warm fullness of his cock and spunk nestled deep inside you.

“Can I stay inside?” he asks shyly. “I just wanna hold you.” You smile and Jungkook holds you close and carefully rolls under you so you can comfortably lay against him. With his arms wound around your waist and your thighs spread wide with his dick sheathed inside you, he ensures maximal skin contact.

Seeing his blissed out face, you giggle as the two of you revel in your post-coital afterglow. His spent length slowly softens letting some of his cum leak from your used hole onto him and the sheets below. You’re definitely going to have to wash these. 

Your fingers find their way into his hair, scratching along his scalp and pushing back his long locks to expose the sexy undercut hiding beneath. Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, but he still leans his face forward knowing you’ll meet his lips with your own. The two of you make out for a little longer, savoring the intimacy shared in your little bubble. 

Jungkook clings to you, preening at your gentle caress and basking in his favorite form of aftercare. Your cunt is runny with lube and your combined releases, but you’re too content to lay with Jungkook in your arms to clean up just yet. You lie wrapped around each other for a few more minutes, mindlessly kissing at his face and neck, whispering praises for his performance.

It’s quiet for a long moment, and assuming he must have fallen asleep as he tends to do after a vigorous round of love making, you attempt to unwind your limbs from his. Grumbling, he tightens his hold around you, preventing you from getting far. 

“Jungkook,” you warn with a laugh, “I have to get cleaned up.”

“Mmm not yet, hold me a little longer” he requests as he burrows deeper in your embrace.

Sighing, you relent, slowly dozing off with your husband in your arms. 

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When you wake, you find that you've shifted in your slumber. Jungkook's chest is plastered to your back and he has an arm slung over your waist with a hand curled around one of your tits. The mess between your legs has dried making you cringe when you move to get up. Leaving Jungkook who is slowly stirring, you go to the bathroom to shower. 

You step under the spray and let the warm water relax you while you clean off the sweat and unholy mix of bodily fluids from between your thighs. You hum along to the new Beyond the Scene single and sing some of the chorus that you can remember. You exit the shower, wrapping a towel securely around you and return to rouse your sleeping husband.

You find that Jungkook is already awake and sitting against the headboard. “You know, I hope our kid doesn’t inherit your singing voice,” Jungkook cackles, cutting through the silence. 

"Why you-," you gasp, tackling him down into the sheets and laughing along with him. You pin him down and pinch at his nipple in retaliation. It’s not long before he’s pulling the towel from your body and rolling you under him to latch his mouth to your cunt. Before the night is over, he delivers another two orgasms and a fresh load. After all, practice makes perfect.

[btsbling]

— Chocolate Syrup — Kth

🍒 pairing: Taehyung x reader

🍒 genre: sugardaddy!au, fluff, relationship!au

🍒 warning: smut, daddy!kink, breeding, unprotected sex (stay safe), foodplay

🍒 summary: When he asks you to become his

🍒 w/c: 2.54k 

©️ Btsbling (i do not own any BTS members except for the fanfiction)

The sound of the elevator rang through the hallways as Taehyung stepped out. Loosening his tie, while the other held onto his suit jacket and phone. He sighed and stretched his neck as he walked through the corridor to his luxury penthouse.

It was another tiring day, the office was buzzing, non-stop calling and meetings. Yet another day of fun filled signings of new business ideas.

Taehyung combed through his hair, he could finally take a breather when the clock striked twelve. He was finally done for the day and longed to rush back to his penthouse for, someone special.

He’d never thought he would ever admit it. But he had found a place for you in his heart. It was never supposed to be something long-term. Only for its short-term benefits that would provide him with immense feelings of satisfaction.

Taehyung had met you, fatefully, under the dim lights that slightly lit the bar. He had a meeting with one of his associates there. He didn’t understand why or how, but the way your eyes glimmered as you conversed with the customer in front of you, your actions while making drinks, captivated him. Everything about you, attracted him like bees to honey.

The pull he felt towards you was indescribable and he felt his eyes resting onto you whenever he got distracted which was, frequently. You weren’t dressed as scandalous as the performers on stage, but neither were you conservative. He couldn’t see anything behind the bar, but your shirt was a tight fit and provided him with enough cleavage, making his dick grow tighter in his pants.

But after the meeting, he had realised you were long gone, another bartender replacing you. He immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He went back home, asking his assistant to get more information about you.

It was then the beautiful chapter of you and him bloomed. When he had asked you to be his sugarbaby, after a few weeks of sitting at the bar and getting to know you better, you were genuinely surprised.

You were never opposed to the idea of being someone’s sugarbaby, but from someone like Kim Taehyung? That was something you’d never expect.

Kim Taehyung. Multi-millionaire living in the state of Korea. He was young, Greek god looks and a voice that could literally send you chills down your neck. In a good way of course. The way he stood, the way he stared at you made you feel the butterflies fluttering around your belly. It came as a surprise to you, he was kind, approachable and caring. Over the weeks of getting to know him from serving him at your bar, he would always remember to ask about your day, if you had eaten, and made sure you had a safe trip home.

When he approached you with the idea of being his sugarbaby, it took a few days to make a decision. Being his meant a possibility of having your identity talked about in the media like the next hot tea. But it wasn’t a bad idea. You were desperately trying to survive of two part-time jobs and having to pay for your apartment rentals and the medical fees of your sick grandmother.

In conclusion, your decision was something you would never regret.

In the beginning, it was definitely abit awkward, considering the fact that you were a naturally conservative person who wasn’t used to someone buying branded items for you or spending that much money either.

But Taehyung made sure you were comfortable with it and you grew used to seeing branded goods being sent up to your new luxury apartment, as well as a new car. It was never-ending, Taehyung spoiled you like you were his princess.

The two of you had grown extremely close, considering you guys spent much more time in his penthouse. Every night or even day if he ever had a break, was a new sex adventure in a different corner of the house. Sofa? Kitchen table? Windows? Every single place.

He was a literal greek god. Chiseled abs, toned muscular arms that held you firmly as he thrusted into you. His moans were like sounds made by an angel and the way he fucked you, made you even more happy that you accepted his offer.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that he hadn’t gotten used to your presence. Immense happiness would fill his chest with a warm feeling whenever he awoke to the sight of your beautiful face, figure curled and snuggled into his chest. He would take the time to enjoy the sunrise if he had woken up early, hand brushing softly through your hair and leaving light feathery kisses on your face and neck.

It was the best feeling in the entire world, watching as the sky turned into a canvas that was painted with a variety of warm colours. It was a sight to behold. But it was nothing compared to you.

Memories of the night before, where the two of you just cuddled in the bed, his cock stuffed into your warm pussy, sharing stories about your day before falling into deep sleep soon after. Cock warming would have to be one of his favorite cuddle positions.

His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace. He felt at peace with you in his arms, as he looked out into the windows.

Taehyung couldn’t live without you.

It was a scary thought, given the fact that he never would’ve imagined falling in love with you over the year you guys spent together as Sugardaddy and sugarbaby.

But he got over it, you were worth it. Even with your hair in a mess, and a small drool dripping from your face, you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. Not only that, you had the kindest of heart, always checking up on him, buying him good health products with your own money and even preparing  home cooked meals for him.

Taehyung glanced down at you, a big smile gracing his face. He was staring at his sweetheart. The only person he could love with all his heart for the rest of his life.

Taehyung could only hope that you felt the same way as he did, even if you didn’t, he would’ve chased after you until you told him to stop.

He loved you more than anything.

and he couldn’t lose you.

He placed his shoes neatly, knowing how much you hated when he threw them without any care in the world.

“Babe?” he called out for you from the kitchen as he made a beeline for the cold, refreshing water in the fridge. As he turned around, he saw you cuddled up with a blanket on the sofa, a book loosely hanging from your hand while you slept in Taehyung’s hoodie.

Taehyung’s heart swelled, knowing that you had stayed up to wait for him. he sat on the sofa beside you, brushing your hair and leaving kisses on your face before you woke up.

“Tae? wha-what’s the time?” you asked groggily, which Taehyung found to be extremely adorable.

“Come on Honey, let’s get your sweet ass into bed. It’s one am” You had no energy to respond, only managing a small nod before you were lifted into Taehyung’s hard chest. His familiar smell making you snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung gently placed you on the bed, covering you with the comforter before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed.

He lifted the duvets before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You eyes were closing by the second. Taehyung gave you a kiss, gentle and sweet, taking his time to savor his favorite moment of the day.

“I love you so much” he mustered up when your eyes closed fully. Taehyung stared at you before kissing your forehead and taking a whiff of your shampoo that he absolutely adored. “i hope you’ll say yes baby” he mumbled, before joining you in dreamland almost immediately

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the heavenly smell of pancakes. Stretching out a yawn and sitting up, you smiled, thinking of how perfect everything was. Although you knew it wasn’t going to be like this forever, at that moment, it seemed like happiness would be eternity.

With that you cuddled back into the blankets only to be dragged by taehyung as he chuckles at you.

“Babe wake up, i made pancakes” he whispered to you, carrying you and placing you on his lap like a baby. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips before smiling cutely at you.

You shook your head and pouted cutely, knowing full well he would give in and feed you in bed. Taehyung groaned before pushing you playfully, heading towards the door while you laughed.

You quickly washed up and as you were coming out of the fancy bathroom, your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you, your eyes welling with tears.

Presents from different expensive brands, shoes, bags, flowers and balloons. A pack of your favorite candy, Hershey kisses on the bed and he held a plate of pancakes while waiting for you in bed.

“Tae...what’s all this?” your voice almost broke as you quickly strolled to his side. He set the pancakes on the bedside table and quickly pulled you to sit on his lap. His face had a slight red hue as he nuzzled into your neck nervously. “i er” Taehyung mumbled before take a deep breathe, turning your face towards him.

“Y/n L/n, you genuinely complete my life” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. “Baby, you’re the one i want to see whenever i wake up in the morning, the one i want to greet whenever i reach home. I want to do things just to make you happy and see your beautiful smile.” As he said that, you smiled widely.

“I know this wasn’t supposed to develop into a deep relationship but i can’t help it. You’ve made me fall, so deep in love with you sweetheart” He whispered, holding your chin and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Be my girlfriend, move in with me. We can write a new chapter. I just want everyone to know that you’re mine, as much as i’m yours, officially” The tears you were holding in, finally slid down your cheeks as you nodded frantically and turning to hug him as tight as you could.

Taehyung wiped away your tears, smiling as he was trapped from beneath you. Unconsciously, you grinded softly on his manhood, feeling his rod perk even though he had already taken a cold bathe to calm himself down.

His moans motivated you as you sat upright, grinding harder onto his clothed manhood. His large hands radiating heat as he rubbed your hips from the sides before grabbing the ends of his t-shirt that you were wearing and pulled it over your shoulders and head.

“So beautiful, my angel”

His actions left you completely bare except for your panties that barely covered your pussy lips. Taehyung captured your lips in a hurry, but it expressed the passion and heat he was feeling.

His experienced hands maneuvered its way to your nipples, massaging them and he broke away from your kiss to suck on one of them. You unconsciously pushed him closer to your breasts, the immense pleasure overtaking you.

“T-tae please”

“Tell Daddy what you want hmm” he hummed, his lips leaving your breasts and instead sucking onto your neck like you were his next snack.

You were breathless, your pulse racing, you damn well feel the wetness pooling in your panties beneath you.

“w-want your dick please” you almost screamed out as his fingers pulled your panties aside and inserted three fingers in one go.

“So wet for me already baby? Bet i could slide my cock right inside of you easily. But first” Taehyung whispered. “Daddy’s going to enjoy himself”

he reached towards the bedside table, grabbing the choco syrup bottle that he left, and squirting it all over your chest and thighs.

Taehyung continued to finger you as he licked the syrup off your body. Your spine arched to meet his tongue.

“Moan out my name baby” Taehyung demanded, his thumb rubbing on your core, edging on your orgasm.

His fingers and tongue wonders for you and soon your toes were curling and your eyes were rolled back, screaming as you came on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung groaned as he slid his fingers out of you and licked your juice, humming as he did so. “Sweeter than syrup” he smirked.

You were breathless, chest heaving up and down. Taehyung took out his dick from the sweatpants he were wearing. You licked your lips as the delicious sight of his erect cock made you even wet than before.

Taehyung slid down your soaked panties slowly, before pressing his face towards your wet cunt and taking a swift lick.

“you’re so damn delicious babygirl” licking his lips as he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy, prepping your already wet pussy with his precum

“P-please tae, put it in me” Taehyung smirked

“What’s my name babygirl” Taehyung demanded

“T-taehyung” you whimpered out, feeling his head sliding in and out quickly.

“No baby, what’s my name” He asked again

“D-daddy please” screaming as he entered with one big thrust

Taehyung’s hands held your hips as thrusted harder and harder. You moaned with each thrust as you felt his big cock stretching you out. “You look so sexy, beneath me, taking my cock like the good girl you are” Taehyung breathed out.

He watched your breasts bounce as he thrusted harder into you, watching your face contort into full pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Right there d-daddy, right there” you screamed, ready to release.

Taehyung groaned as he changed his angle, sliding into you deeper and harder. “I’m coming babygirl, cum with daddy”

“Give me your milk daddy please, use me, cum in me. I’m on the pill, please i need your cum” You cried out, Taehyung moaned at your dirty talk, loving how it sounded coming out of you.

After a few more thrusts, you came first, milking his cock and after helping ride out your high, Taehyung came afterwards, filling you with his hot cum, thick spurts releasing in you. Your chest heaved up and down, as Taehyung collapsed tiredly onto you, his face nestled in your soft breasts.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting on his forearms to stare lovingly at you. Taehyung smiled softly, loving the after-sex glow and the soft sunlight that made you look more like an angel. You smiled tiredly at him, brushing away his bangs and gently rubbing his cheeks. Your smile widening as you felt him nuzzle into your soft touch.

“i love you so much Kim Taehyung, and i’ll be so happy to be your girlfriend” you whispered Taehyung grinned before standing up and carrying you princess style to the bathroom. 

“I love you as much as i loved the breakfast session i just had” he grinned mischievously 

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[whoabo]

all i have

pairings: bo burnham x reader.

part one: all i wanted.

warnings: swearing, angst, sad bo.

era: inside (2020–21)

a/n: thank you guys for waiting so patiently for the second part. i’m so sorry it’s been so long, i accidentally deleted the first draft and had to re write it. so hopefully you enjoy. ily <3.

four days.

four days.

three nights.

you left four days and three nights ago. not even saying ‘i love you’ back.

bo hadn’t stopped calling you since that night. the only time the phone stopped ringing was when he fell asleep. clutching a tear stained pillow with bruce asleep by his feet.

he didn’t realize how much he royally fucked up. he didn’t realize just how much harm he did. he thought you were fine while he was working in the guesthouse. she never complained, so he never asked.

he now realizes how flawed his logic truly is.

when he awoke, his face felt hot. it felt wet. lifting a hand to his cheeks he sighed and stood up. the sound of bones popping as he stretched made him cringe.

he walked down the hallway— not without bending down a smidge to block from hitting the doorway. reaching the living room he collapsed on to the couch. he stared at the wall, one that held a framed photo. it was a picture of you and him, about four to five years ago, it was when he adopted bruce.

he always laughed at the picture when lever his eyes happened to land on it. it was pretty much a selfie of you two, that he printed and framed.

looking at it now makes a feeling rise in his stomach, a feeling that he can’t really describe. it’s not painful nor is it a good feeling. it’s more dreadful, anxiety ridden, if you will.

“jesus fucking christ.” he groaned sitting up.

he could already tell the layout of his day.

sit down, get up, call, sit down, get up, let bruce out, sit down, get up, call, sit down, get up, make lunch, sit down, call, get up, feed bruce, sit down, get up, call, lay down, and eventually cry everything out.

sounds eventful.

as he stood over the stove, cooking some eggs. he made a decision to take a two week long break from his special. he’s gonna spend. that time trying to get you to come home.

grabbing his phone he noticed the time; eleven forty nine. (11:49 am) and zero calls. well one from his mother but not one from the person he so desperately wants to talk to. back to his mother, he’ll just facetime her before he goes to bed.

he opens his phone as he turns off the stove. clicking on the green phone icon, he presses the oh so familiar contact.

the sound of your phone ringing was enough to pull you out of your sleep. your eyes squinted as you lifted up your phone to your face.

the name displayed caused a feeling in your stomach. guilt, anxiety, happiness, anger? who knows. it’s hard to depict the feeling to an exact word. if that makes sense.

“fuck it.”

accept.

not daring to say word, you hold the phone against your ear. the sound of his breathing is almost too loud, that being the only thing audible.

“hello? did- did you answer?” hearing quiet shuffles from the speaker, you close your eyes at the sound of his voice.

“you answered.” he spoke, sounding— almost— marveled that you did.

you sigh and open your eyes, “would you rather i didn’t?”

shit. you didn’t mean for that to sound snarky. but he deserves it.

“no, no. i just— you haven’t been answering me all week so i didn’t really expect you to answer.”

you sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. you anxiously note the tip of your nails as you figure out what to say to him.

“i’m sorry.”

really? ‘i’m sorry’? you have nothing to be sorry for, he’s the one who should be apologizing. he ignored you for months while living in the same house together and your gonna say sorry cause you didn’t answer his calls for four days?

that’s not shit compared to what he did.

a bittersweet chuckle left bo’s lips, “you’re sorry? i should be the one apologizing. i was a total fucking douche and left you alone. i shouldn’t have put this special so far above you. and to yell at you— .. god, i’m so sorry, honey.” his voice changed a lot during his mini ramble.

it started off very emotional, then started to get louder. not yelling but not taking in his regular speaking voice. it stood directly in the middle. but. it ended with boarder line whispering.

the way his voice sounded like a plead, in some sorts made you want to just drive home and hug and hold him.

he cleared his throat, “i miss you.”

did you miss him?

of course, who are we kidding.

“i miss you too.”

a gasp was heard from the other side of the phone. it sounded hopeful, excited, happy, etc.

“oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me, honey. god, i’ve missed you so much. i truly realized how much of an asshole boyfriend i was— am. i promise i won’t do that again.” he pleaded.

you take the phone away from your ear and look at your sheets.

just go back home.

“i.. uh.” you stuttered.

“you what, baby?”

you squeezed your eyes shut. it shouldn’t be this hard you’ve said this to him a thousand times before.

“i- i love you, bo. i don’t know when, but i’ll be back. soon. okay?” you whispered. so low, bo could barely hear it. but he caught it.

a noise crackled through which sounded like a sigh of relief.

“of course. take your time. i love you too, y/n.”

two am.

two o’ one am.

two o’ three am.

eventually, two thirty am.

weird time to be waking up and deciding to leave your friends house with a small paper on the fridge thanking her for letting you stay.

with a bag thrown— quite dramatically— in the back seat, you’re off.

there was something about that call. about his voice. the way he sounded like he had been sick or crying, maybe even both. how would you know, you’ve been gone.

the time spent away from him, it was needed. but now it was time to go back and see him. hold him. or hold bruce, whoever came up to you first.

pulling up to the house, you turned you headlight off and sighed. it was relief. the relief of finally being home.

all the lights were off but you saw his car in the drive way. luckily he’s home. but hopefully his in the house.

unlocking the door and making it down the hall to the bedroom door, which was already half way open. you snuck in and saw bo facing away from the door and clutching a pillow to his chest. bruce laid comfortably at his feet. you smiled, eyes tearing up the slightest bit.

your legs and feet start to move, somewhat, on their own and you walk to the other side of the bed. slowly, you slip under the covers and place a hand on top of bo’s.

he jolts a little and mumbles out your name, not able to open his eyes fully. he feels your hand come to contact with his cheek and he sleepily smiles.

“holy fuck, you’re home. i’ve missed you.” he slurs, seemingly too tired to even say words properly. the best he can do to show some kind of affection while being half asleep is moving his head to rest on your chest.

“i missed you too, bo.”

“i’m taking two weeks.. uhm, two weeks off from making my thing.”

you laugh at how tired he sounds. not being able to remember what exactly he’s working on at the moment.

he wraps an arm around your waist and soon enough falls back asleep. you smile and pull the blankets up more. almost covering both of your guys chins.

“goodnight, bo.” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.” he murmurs.