#Let's just try not to D I E today

[universalvibes]

Michelle called me her partner today when I went in to give her break like we're a fucking law firm or S O M E T H I N G.

[misshugs]

The Cameragirl || snc

You've been Sam and Colby's cameragirl for some time now. Usually, nothing too crazy happened to you in most investigations, but this time...

warnings: paranormal activity, reader getting attacked, near death experience, strangling(?), cursing, angst?

a/n: took a bit of inspo after watching the boys' video of the asylum, but nothing exactly like it. just the fact that the place is an asylum

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3.6k

[u n e d i t e d]

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As they were making their iconic intro and explaining what this new place was about, you made sure to have a sturdy pulse whilst filming them.

"Today, it's just me, Sam and our lovely cameragirl, Y/n." Colby said, letting you shift the camera towards your face and smile at it.

"Hello there." You said, making sure your face was extremely close to the camera, merely because it has become your way of introducing yourself.

"And since it's only us today like the good old days, we decided to make something fun. ALL of us." Sam explained to the camera and smirked, looking directly at you.

You batted your eyes, looking at them while they kept on smiling menancingly at you. "This wasn't a part of the contract." You said, gaining a laugh from both of them.

You zoomed onto his face and began talking with this soft, almost narrative voice. A voice you very well knew they enjoyed. "What is this oh so fun idea you seem to be hyping about, mr. Golbach?"

"Why thank you for asking." Sam nodded slightly, moving his attention towards the camera. "The three of us are gonna do a little challenge tonight." He clapped his hands together as you began unzooming the camera, putting Colby back on frame.

"That's right, we're going to walk alone, lights out throughout some of the most haunted corridors from this place." Colby continued. "The owners of this place told us it gets freaky when people are alone, so we thought this might get us some good activity."

"We have some cameras with nightvision but we're not gonna see shit." Sam added, "After a while, we all should find our way back to the main lobby."

"So stay until the end to see how that's gonna turn out." Colby says, getting close to the camera before covering it with his hand, making you stop the recording for the cut.

"That was pretty good." You said, looking at the video slightly.

"You're still good with the challenge, right?" Sam asked, looking at you. You scoffed.

"Please. I wouldn't have come if I wasn't sure about it. Remember you told me about it before the video?"

"I know, I know. Just making sure, you know how I am." He laughs. "Wouldn't want you to do something you're not comfortable with."

"You're saying that like we haven't known eachother for how long?"

He chuckles. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Alright, so since we're all settled, should we start right away?" Colby chimed in, looking at both of you.

"Not yet. This place has some good cinematic potential, lemme cook first." You said, looking around with your flashlight.

"Aight, we'll let you do your thing, I'll go ahead and look for the equipment." Colby said.

"Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask the owners about something." Sam said, taking out his phone.

"Go out with Colby, I'll be here waiting." You said, fixing back your camera to start recording.

"Alone?" They both asked, looking at eachother and then at you.

"I do my best work alone, gentlemen. You know that." You begin walking towards the shadiest corridor you've seen in your life, without even looking back.

"Oh wow. Fearless. She's trying to do the challenge before us." Colby laughed.

"Alright, I'll be super quick. If anything happens, just yell. As loud as you can." Sam said, smiling.

"Copy that." You laughed.

In the blink of an eye, you were left alone. You were used to these type of things, so it didn't bother you much. You've somehow become numb to all of this paranormal adventuring.

And that was one of the main reasons why you liked to take control of the camera, since you were able to keep your cool in stressful situations, making it easier for the viewers later on.

Plus, you didn't know how to act on camera and they were the professionals... allegedly.

Whenever something odd happened, you made sure to try and record as much as you could, in the best angles possible. You liked to joke around and call yourself a professional in your craft, although sometimes it wasn't even a joke.

You were passionate about it. The videos and the ghosts, it was only natural to try and do more, risk yourself to do something more interesting and outgoing.

That's a piece of yourself they loved about you. You were simply a perfect match in their combo.

As you began to do your cinematic, you began to have shivers. A sudden draft of air passing through you, as if a window suddenly opened.

Looking around, there was no possible way of that happening. You were in the middle of the corridor, absolutely no chance of an air draft simply passing through so randomly.

You thought it might've been a bit odd, but nothing you haven't felt before anyways. While you kept on making some videos, an eerie feeling of someone watching crossed over your spine.

The sensation of a presence slowly getting closer to you behind your back.

Almost feeling the heat of another person behind you, towering over you.

Hurriedly looking back, you were met with Sam's hand almost touching your shoulder. He stopped midway, knowing he got caught trying to scare you. "You bitch." You spit out, making him laugh.

"Damn it!" He said mid laugher. "I was so quiet this time, how do you always seem to know?"

"I can feel you lurking closer, you stalker." You looked away from his gaze, trying to ignore the thoughts of his pretty face. You began walking back to where he came from, meeting Colby in the process.

"I'm not a stalker, if anything, I'm protecting."

"Quietly from the shadows, sounds like a stalker to me, but you do you." You smiled softly, looking at the confused Colby.

"I left for a second, what did I miss?"

"Stalker behavior, nothing else." You said, putting your camera up again and ready to record.

Colby shook his head from side to side, already being on your side of the story without even asking further questions. "I can't believe you brother."

"Wha- it wasn't-..." Sam sighed, defeated. He knew you were joking, so he wasn't going to win anyways.

You laughed and pointed the camera at them. "Ready when you are." They nodded and you began to record.

"So as you can see, in our hands we have some devices that we'll scatter throughout this first room. If you've been here before, you'll probably be familiar, but if you haven't, these are basically some motion censor devices that will let us know if something walks infront of it." Colby explained, turning one of the devices on and showing to the camera how it worked.

As they organized everything, the REM-POD immediately began beeping. "Oh, shit. That's the rem pod." Sam said, stopping on its tracks. "That was the temperature dropping."

You made sure the camera caught that as you got closer to it. "Oh fuck. I was feeling a bit cold since we got here." Colby added. "Alright. I think we're ready."

"Okay. If there's any spirit around that would like to communicate with us, we would like for you to use any of these devices we've put up for you." Sam started, as you made sure to get far enough from everything for the shot.

"You can touch these lights on the floor, or maybe this device I have on my hand." Colby continued, pointing towards the EMF reader. "We mean no harm, we'd just like to talk to someone."

A couple of seconds passed, looking around, waiting for something to happen.

"Maybe they don't want..." Sam began, before getting interrupted by the REM-POD beeping, making you hurriedly move your camera angle. "Oop. Nevermind. Thank you very much. Can you do that again if you're here with us? To let us know it wasn't something else?"

Silence filled the room for a while, before the device started to beep once again.

Excited, they began asking questions to this entity, expecting for it to be somewhat intelligent enough to give answers back.

Luckily, it was. It seemed to be someone that died inside the asylum, a woman. Curious about the story of this woman, they kept on asking questions. Some of them being answered, others being completely ignored.

Asides from the constant beep from their device, you heard a knock coming from one of the corridors. Quickly looking around, they stopped talking. "What?" Colby asked.

"Heard something." You whispered. The room went silent, followed by what sounded like footsteps getting closer. You turn the camera back at them and their faces were shocked.

"Holy fuck." Sam whispered.

"That was like... thumps. We're the only ones here, right?" Colby asked him.

"Yeah, we're supposed to be." Sam says, walking towards the place they heard the sound, quietly. You followed close behind. "Hello?"

Nothing. They kept on looking around, searching and at the same time waiting for something else to happen. "There's no one here." Colby says. "But that was clear as day."

"Super clear, the camera must've have heard that, for sure." Sam said, looking at you as you nodded. "That was crazy."

"Yeah, let's try something else but closer to this area, maybe it's more active." Colby said, and all of you nodded.

A couple of minutes later, and you were all set up. This time around, they turned on a spirit box to try and communicate better.

The idea was to first use it as normal, then for Colby to do the Estes Method.

And so, the spirits began to talk.

"What's this." It spat out. Colby and Sam looked at eachother, smiling.

"Hello, this is a spirit box, you can use it to communicate with us. Would you mind telling us who you are?" Sam said, looking around.

"Hello?"

"Hi, hello." Colby responded. "Who are we talking to."

"I'm scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?" Colby asked, furrowing his eyebrows whilst looking at the camera.

"Behind you."

They quickly looked behind them. "Oh, fuck. I hate that." Colby said, as you smiled at their gestures.

It quickly faded away when you felt the familiar presence of someone behind you.

Heart racing, you looked around for a second, but there was nothing there. It didn't mean the feeling went away, though.

"Monster. Care..." It seemed the audio cut before finishing the whole word.

"Monster... care?" Sam asked, confused.

"Or maybe it meant careful? Like, careful of the monster?" Colby questioned.

"It would make sense. What monster are you talking about? Is it harming you? Are you scared of this monster... or... person?"

It took a while before responding. Last thing it said, before a screech filled the radio was... "Run."

Quickly, they turned it off. They looked at eachother. "That was terrifying." Colby said. Sam nodded and sighed.

"Let's try and look around for some other place. This doesn't feel safe." Sam said and everyone agreed.

For the past hour of recording, moving around and joking here and there, you felt a bit uncomfortable. Usually, you weren't the type to get scared over the paranormal, but this place felt more eerie than usual.

You heartbeat has been increasing slowly, as well as a slight pain in your chest that quickly faded. You felt watched.

There was a point where you even felt slightly touched, quickly warning the boys about it.

Due to this, they almost discarted the idea completely, thinking you might be getting targeted, scared that it might do something to you. It took you a couple of minutes of convincing them to keep on recording before the conversation was dismissed.

You tried to brush it all off, as 'something you've felt before', but deep down you were really anxious about it. Perhaps it made you feel better to think about it being just the nerves.

But you weren't the type of person to feel these nerves for no reason.

"Hey, you good?" Colby touched your shoulder and whispered to you, noticing you seemed a bit weird. "You seem out of it today."

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just zoning out."

"Yeah, I noticed." He chuckled, looking into your eyes. "You sure you're okay though?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly concerned. "You don't look well."

"What? Do I look like a ghost to you?" You asked, smiling, which quickly made him show that gorgeous smile you loved.

"More like you've seen one." You shook your head.

"I'm fine. I've just seen some shadows running in the corners of my eye, but nothing too big to point out."

He batted his eyes. "You've what?"

"Calm down, you know I see those things all the time. It's nothing new." Half of it was true. The other half, well... there was a chance you might've seen a whole figure standing close to a doorframe, but you felt your imagination was tricking you too much tonight, so you didn't say anything.

You weren't a psychic or a medium or something close to it anyways. If anything, you'd probably consider it more like a hallucination due to the constant lack of sleep you've been having lately.

"I know, I know, but still. You could tell us about it, you know? Maybe we all see the same thing you do and since you don't point it out, we don't notice."

You rolled your eyes playfully. You were about to say something, but a breeze passed through your ear, a soft whisper saying "Come play."

You jumped, covering your ear and walking closer to Colby. "Shit." You whispered.

Confused, he held your shoulders. "What? What? You heard something?" His worry was enough for Sam to stop setting the cameras up and walk closer.

"What happened?" He asked. You looked around where you were standing.

"Did you guys not hear that?" You asked, the shook their heads. "I heard something like... right next to me." When you said that, Sam began recording once again.

"Alright, so... apparently Y/n just heard something right next to her." He began explaining to the camera, pointing it at you.

"It was like a whisper, it.. uh... it just said 'come play', like, the creepiest shit you can say. I even felt the air on my ear, that shit made me jump." You tried laughing about it to not let the mood down, but it wasn't working much.

"Although I really want to, maybe we shouldn't do the challenge." Colby said, looking at Sam straight in the eyes, genuinely worried.

"Guys. Come on. Don't back down when we're this close." You said. "We're basically done for tonight, this is the last thing we're doing and we're out, right?"

"...yeah." Sam whispered. "Let's..." He sighed. "Let's do it. Just like she said, we walk through the corridor and come back straight away."

Althought skeptical, Colby nodded. "Fine. Let's hurry up then. The quicker we begin, the quicker we're leaving this place."

And so, everyone held their cameras and said their goodbyes. The three of you went through your respective corridors and began walking, alone, with no light.

"Alright guys. I'm not good at, like, talking to the camera but I'll try." You sighed, pointing the camera at your face while slowly walking the dark corridor.

"Honestly? I'm usually not as creeped out when we come to places like this, but this one is like... up there. It's giving me the chills, making me paranoid, I feel like I'm... seeing thing. Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived. That's... that's also an option now that I think about it."

Looking around with the camera, although it's absolutely useless, you started feeling out of breath. Almost as if the air didn't reach your lungs anymore. "It feels... hard to breathe." You took a deep inhale and shakily exhaled.

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling dry as the lack of oxygen was evident.

"I'm just gonna walk... faster. I wanna get this over with..." And so, you did. But the further away you got, the worse it all felt. You felt your vision starting to get blurry although you could barely see anything.

You paused as your vision began to get used to the darkness.

At the end of the corridor, what you could shape out like a human figure was standing there. Seemingly the same one you barely saw before.

This time, it didn't seem to go away.

You were also alone.

Unable to breathe.

You don't know when it started, but you were unable to breathe properly. You choked, trying to regain yourself from the feeling.

Your neck feeling tight, your stomach hurting at the sudden feeling.

Putting your hands on your neck, you coulnd't feel anything that would make you feel this way. You started to get worried.

You felt as if you were being choked. You tried to scream, but all that you could spat out from your lips was a soft, quiet, 'help'.

Trying to turn around and walk back, you saw the figure again and got scared, falling towards the floor. You coughed for air, sucking back as much as you could but being unable to.

Leaving the camera behind, you tried to crawl back to where you came from, but the lack of circulation on your body failed you as you coulnd't handle it anymore.

Your body falling on the floor, the camera seemingly recording your movements come to a halt.

Your eyes closing, leaving you unconscious.

It didn't take long before Sam and Colby got back to the lobby. Waiting for you, something seemed off.

They knew the corridor wasn't as long as theirs. You should've been the first one out by that logic. They've been waiting long enough and they were starting to get worried.

Even though the concept of the challenge was to be alone in the darkness, the idea of you being in trouble was too much to bare.

Heck, even if you were pranking them, the anxiety of you not coming back on time was driving them insane, they were ready for a scare if it had to come to that.

But the scare they were expecting wasn't the one they got.

Minutes of walking and calling out your name came to a stop when they saw you on the floor.

Hurriedly, they ran towards you and fell to the floor, yelling out your name. "This isn't funny, Y/n!" Sam yelled, moving your body, only to notice how cold you felt. His heart sank.

"Y/n, come on!" Colby said, putting himself on the other side, looking at Sam. The color from his face was gone when he felt her body. Colby, worried, touched your body and understood why he looked that way. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!"

Throwing the camera to the side, Colby quickly checked your pulse. "Sam. Call 911. This is serious." You still had a pulse, but you weren't breathing. First thing that came to his mind was CPR.

While Sam began to call, Colby was trying as hard as he could to help out. He began doing mouth to mouth, trying to bring some oxygen back to your lungs.

Tears streaming down both of their faces. Colby started making compressions to your chest, while Sam was talking to the 911 dispatcher and using the flashlight to illuminate Colby.

Luckily, they weren't too late. You began to cough and moved to the side to spit out some saliva. You breathed heavily and both of the guys sighed in relief.

As you tried to catch your breath, they softly held you up in place while your color came back to you. You blinked a couple of times, adjusting your view to your surroundings.

When you looked at them, they hugged you tight. "Fuck..." Sam whispered. "Let's get the fuck out of here right now." He held you softly and helped you out, as Colby grabbed all of the cameras.

It was hard for you to walk. It felt as if a ton of weight was keeping you from even standing up. It felt as if your limbs went numb, the lack of oxygen probably acting up.

Sam noticed, and didn't hesitate on holding you up and putting you on his back so that you could rest. They began walking as fast as they could, reassuring you that you will be fine.

You were focused on getting your breath back while listening to them scream at the spirits.

"You are not allowed to follow us home." Listening to Colby talk like this, while taking all of the equipment made you feel light. You started moving your arms and made sure to hold onto Sam, closing your eyes.

"You'll be okay. We're leaving." Sam reassured you, waiting for Colby to grab everything and get out of there in a rush.

After the police arrived and handed you an oxygen mask, you started feeling much better. You had some marks on your neck, like some hands were just squishing the air out of you.

Your body... at first, you could even see your veins pop out of your legs because of your lack of color. The poor circulation that ran through your body for a couple of minutes really drove your body to its limit somehow.

It took you a while to be able to stand on your two feet again, but before the police left you could walk on your own just fine. Sam and Colby however still managed to help you out.

"Let's head back home." Sam whispered to you. You nodded slightly and tried to walk on your own, only to be held up by Colby.

"Don't force yourself right now. You need some rest." He said, taking you back to the car. Your face having a rush of blood because of the gesture.

"I... I can walk."

"Let us do this. Please. It's too much already that you fainted right when we weren't with you." Sam said, looking at you, your heart racing at the look of his blue eyes upon you. You gulped.

"...f..fine." You said, resting your head on Colby's chest, making him smile.

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part two is up!! the link is in the beginning! <3

thanks for reading all the way! likes, comments and requests are much appreciated.

-nikkõ

[vngelicc]

s e v e n

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : baby daddy au

t a g s : sleazy!jk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy sex, half assed blowjob, rough sex, possessive!jk, he’s a jealous mess, he’s also like a lost puppy following you around, pervy!jk, dirty talk, light degradation, jk literally wants you all the time, oc is mean n cunty, but she’s also weak when it comes to him, me thinks he’s toxic, toxic!jk tag to be safe (for now LMAO), hyunjin gets put in his place three times LMAO, sex tapes, THIS IS NASTY Y’ALL

w o r d c o u n t : 5.5 k

s u m m a r y : “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

“Jungkook,” you sigh deeply, “I’m not kidding you can’t miss this, it’s his special day and he wants his dad there too,” You grit your teeth while digging through the pantry with your phone balanced on your shoulder, “No! I already told you what he wants to do afterwards we’re not just going to cancel those plans because you wanna show off when you feel like it. He’s six!”

You’re already irritated and Jungkook clearly wasn’t making things any better with his nonchalant attitude and condescending words/tone. “Jungkook–you’re not listening–”

“Baby I heard ya loud and clear, stop stressin’ that pretty little head of yours. Sounds like you’re about to pop a nerve or something,” Jungkook replies with that stupid laugh of his, “I mean I know a couple things that can help you relax.”

You close your eyes and count to three under your breath tilting your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose. “...Tell me to calm down one more time and see what happens Jeon Jungkook,” you go to say more but he cuts you off.

“I didn’t tell you to calm down, I said to stop stressing.”

“........” Oh this man had you mad already, and he wasn’t even here yet. You ignore his voice and shakily set down the bag of bread you had pulled from the pantry. This man was so fucking dead when he got here.

“Ow–! Baby what the hell?” Jungkook yelps as soon as he walks through the door, he’s holding his arms up to block the stuff you throw at him (and they’re not soft either). “Did I do something?” He whines.

You glare fiercely back at him, “Did you do something? Don’t act smart with me Jungkook, you know damn well what you’re doing. Stop acting stupid because you look stupid.” You hurl your son’s toy ball at him and perfectly strike his head, “Today is not the day you hear me, Jiho’s been looking forward to his recital and you’re not going to ruin it by being a deadbeat.” You seethe.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Baby all I said was to quit stressin’,” he walks over carefully in case you planned on throwing something else, “you know I’d never make my baby mad on purpose.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his chest, “Is this a new dress? Looks sexy.” He teases as he sneaks his hand down to your ass and squeezes it through the dress.

“Don’t change the subject,” you shake his hand away and stare up at him, “and how do you keep coming in here? Nevermind that, stop coming in like you live here.” You grunted.

“I found the key under the doormat, you should really hide it somewhere else.” Jungkook grins as he tries to kiss you but he misses and ends up kissing up on the side of your face, “ “Don’t be like that babe.” He pouts.

You grumble once more and relax into his arms, “Swear to me you’re not going to mess this up for Jiho.” You grab his face and direct it towards you, “Swear it.” You stare into his eyes with a pleading look.

Jungkook nods, “I swear.” He gently squeezes you, “I only want the best for Jiho too, he’s my son after all.” You stare at him, as if you’re trying to find any hints of deceivement but you find none in his eyes, in fact he looks sincere for once.

“Okay..” You softly reply and let his face go, “I believe you.”

He does that stupid (but charming) thing where he smiles coyly, borderline smirking, as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his. “Now what do you say we relax a little yeah? You’re looking a little too fine for me to let it go to waste baby..” He gently runs his hands up and down your sides, slithering their way back to your ass like he had them before.

You laugh in disbelief, “You’re ridiculous, I can’t believe you.” You shake your head as Jungkook leans down to bury his nose in the side of your neck, “Fine.”

Jungkook grins triumphantly as he spins you around in the direction of the hallway where the bedroom lies. “Lead the way lil’ mama.” Jungkook murmurs in a low tone, eyes dropping down to admire your pretty ass. You take his hand and lead the way, biting back small laughs of amusement as he encircles his arms around you from behind and kisses on your neck.

You stumble into the room and let the straps of your sundress slip off your shoulders but he stops you, “No, wanna fuck you in it baby.” He whispers in your ear as he guides you on to the bed, “Damn, you look so fuckin’ fine walkin’ around like this. If only they knew how I make you mine every night baby.” He stands at the edge of the bed, hands slowly undoing his belt buckle and jeans. His Calvin Klein boxers peek out from underneath in all their glory making your mouth water a tiny bit.

“And if I said this dress wasn’t for you? I mean, you fuck me every night but do you know who comes when you’re not here?” You lick your lips with a smirk, “You have no clue what happens when you’re gone.” Jungkook’s eyes darken at that, the way he looks at you is enough to have you creaming your panties.

“Oh yeah? Like who mama? Go on and tell me,” He climbs on the bed and flips your dress up, “does he make you cum like I do? Has you shaking n creamin’ this slutty pussy all over his cock?” He yanks your panties down your legs and tosses the ruined item on to the ground below, “Let me tell you something,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, “he may be here when I’m gone but you always come back for this dick baby.”

You bite back your moan from the utter filth he just spewed at you, your poor pussy’s throbbing from all this and you desperately need his tongue or something on you. “Jungkook,” you quietly groan, “if you’re gonna fuck around then let go.” You glare.

“Patience, wanna savor my baby’s sweet lil’ pussy.” He hungrily licks his lips, “You got a man starved sweetheart,” he goes down between your legs, “I’ll make sure you forget all about your..friend.” He shoots a wink at you before he disappears under your dress.

Jungkook’s hot breath fans over your poor cunt and it tickles your clit and sends a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Luckily he doesn’t disappoint and his tongue dips low between your dewy soft folds, licking upwards until he circles your clit. A long sigh slips past your lips, you slide your hands into his hair and grip the curly strands as a means to hold on, “Oh fuck..” You whisper.

Jungkook hums against your pussy and buries himself nose deep while he licks and sucks at your slicked up hole. His nose brushes past your clit, bumping it gently and causing tiny little jolts of pleasure. “Mm..” You spread your thighs wider to make more room for him. You can feel his tongue prod at your sopping hole, dipping in teasingly but not quite slipping in just yet.

He curls his hands around your thighs and groans low, you can see his hips rock up into the bed as he grinds his hard cock over the sheets. The sight sends shivers down your spine as you push your pussy up into his mouth, “Kook,” you bite your lip, “need more..”

Jungkook makes some obscene slurping noises before he pulls away, panting slightly before he dives back in, only this time he aims for your sensitive clit. He wraps his lips around the bud and suckles, moaning so the vibrations travel. A shocked moan leaves you, your eyes slip shut and you roll your hips like you’re trying to fuck your pussy into his mouth some more.

His fingers trail down to push into your sloppy cunt, a low lewd squelching noise audible in the background as he fucks his fingers in and out of you steadily. Your toes curl and you hike your legs up over his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t take it easy on your poor cunt opting to fuck his fingers in at a fast pace. He swirls his tongue around your clit and flicks it repeatedly until he has you squirming from the rapid pleasure building.

“Kook,” you moan, “fuck–hold on,” you try to push his head away but he tightens his grip on you and moves his fingers faster at godspeed. “Jungkook,” you moaned loudly and arch your back.

He pulls away from your cunt and pants heavily, “Go on, cum for me.” He licks his lips, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He smirks with hazy eyes, emerging from under your dress but keeping up that rapid pace.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ and your pussy flutters around his fingers, “Oh fuck..!” You cry out and reach for the sheets, grabbing and twisting at them as you thrash around. “Mmm..! Mm,” you throw your head back and gasp as your orgasm finally hits hard.

“There you go baby, that’s it.” He leans down to capture your lips in a smooth and slow kiss, “Did so good for me.” He purrs against your lips watching as you tiredly moaned and slumped against the bed, “C’mere mama,” he helped you sit up, “need your mouth on my cock.” He shoves his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out.

It slaps against his stomach with a lewd noise, making you bite your lip in desire. “Get it wet for me,” Jungkook strokes his cock with a low sigh as he slaps the tip against your lips repeatedly, “c’mon sweetheart.” He guides your head forward towards his cock with a hitched breath.

You part your lips and wrap them around the weeping tip hearing him curse under his breath. His hand tangles in your hair and bites down on his lip, “There you go baby, look so fuckin’ sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He guides your head back and forth, hissing quietly when you gently scrape your teeth around the shaft.

Jungkook moans low when your tongue runs over a sensitive vein along his cock. You give him a harsh suck slowly pulling off his cock with a wet pop, it slaps against your lips and you smirk up at him, “Like that?”

“Just like that.” He repeats and gently pushes you back, “Open ‘em.” He pats your thighs, “We got an hour left before we gotta go.” He murmurs, “and I don’t plan on letting you walk outta here without a fuckin’.” He’s so vulgar it literally annoys you how much it turns you on when he talks like that about you.

You bite your lip and hoist your legs around his waist, reaching down to replace his hand on his cock as you press the bulbous head against your pussy, rubbing up and down while smearing your slick around. Jungkook watches you with hooded eyes as he holds himself up over you, “Go on baby, slip me right in your little pussy.”

His cock throbs in your hand and you take pity on him, letting the tip slip right in through the mess he created of you earlier. Your lips part as you guide him inch for inch until he’s bottomed out inside your pussy, balls deep and hips pressed against yours. Jungkook moans quietly and tests the waters by pressing in deeply, he rocks his hips slowly just enjoying the feeling of your soft pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck me,” you sigh out and relax, this is exactly what you were craving for, you never wanted the feeling to end.

“I am baby.” Jungkook grins and pushes up into you once more, “Pussy feels so fuckin’ snug around me, ‘s all soaked for me too, bet you don’t get this wet for anyone else.” He grinds in deeply, hips circling slowly as his cock bumps into your sensitive spots and has you seeing stars for a moment.

You let out a long whimper and shut your eyes, “Oh fuck, right there Kook,” you whisper, “fuck, fuck, fuck me please.” You whine lowly and reach down to shove your dress up higher around your hips, “Need it so bad.”

“Need what baby?” Jungkook leaves tiny kisses down the side of your neck and shoulders, “C’mon, wanna hear you say it. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours, I know how fuckin’ nasty you can get.” He whispers in your ear, hips grinding in that one spot you oh so love.

You shudder in pleasure and moan uncontrollably, “Mm right there–fuck, oh fuck, harder baby..” You whimper out, eyes shutting and thighs trembling once again. Jungkook thankfully doesn’t stall any longer, he re-adjusts his grip by sliding his hands under your ass and gripping both cheeks before he begins plowing into you.

He drives his cock deeper, his hips slap against your ass with loud smacking noises ringing throughout the bedroom. You lay there moaning unabashedly as he fucks the ever living shit out of you in broad daylight. Jungkook moans and pants softly in your ear, whispering a bunch of utter filth that only makes your pussy squeeze his cock and weep around him.

“You like that don’t you baby. Always been such a little slut for me, ain’t that right? This pussy belongs to me?” He growls in your ear and suddenly pins you to the bed with his hand wrapped around your throat, “You think you can just run off with someone else baby? Oh not afuckin’ chance, because at the end of the day you’ll always come running back to daddy won’t you?” He snaps his hips upward punishingly, striking your g-spot over and over again.

You cry out weakly and wildly buck your hips, the question flies right past you and you almost forget he even said anything from how good it felt. Jungkook doesn’t take too kindly and smacks your cheek a couple of times to get your attention as he asks you the question all over again, “Mmm–yeah,” you breathe out all high and soft, “only yours daddy.”

Jungkook rumbles quietly in satisfaction before he lets you go and sits up on his haunches, he grabs your waist and uses it as leverage, he begins slamming himself in and out of your poor abused cunt. You almost cry from how good it feels, your moans are choked up and some come out as pitiful little whimpers.

“Daddy–” You throw your head back and brace your hand against the sheets. The force of his thrusts is enough to send you shifting up against the mattress, there’s loud creaking noises to accompany the skin slapping skin. It just sounds like filthy fucking at this point.

Jungkook bites his lip and moans under his breath as his eyes lock on your bouncing tits, he digs his fingers into your waist and grips you so tight you know you’re going to bruise. He throws his head back with a long satisfied moan, “Oh fuck,” he rolls his hips quickly, “you’re gonna fucking make me cum baby.” He whispers breathily.

You squeeze around him with purpose, “Cum,” you whine, “inside.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, not at least verbally, he lets out a series of lewd moans and whispers of promises. He smacks his hips into yours and reaches between you two to thumb at your clit, rubbing the bud in tight fast circles. Your orgasm comes as a surprise, feeling like eternity as you sob in pleasure and plead for more.

“Fuck..!” Jungkook groans loud and long. His cock throbs and he slams three more times before pressing himself balls deep as he fills you with his cum. “Shit..” He laughs breathlessly and runs a hand through his messy hair, “That was a good one..” He mutters with a slap to your ass as he collapses next to you.

You pant softly and turn to the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Thirty minutes.” You sigh and roll out of bed, “Get up we’re leaving.” You say while wobbling to the bathroom to freshen the hell up, “I mean it Jungkook don’t you dare make us late.” You call out from the bathroom.

Jungkook hums, “Let a man rest sweetheart, you practically drained my balls.” He replies with a sigh, “Probably made another kid just now.” He smirks to himself as he closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head.

“Seriously sometimes I wonder how old you really are.” You shake your head as you stand in the doorway observing his relaxed form, “And I wonder why I even let you back in either. You’re not useful for anything.”

He cracks one eye open at you and smirks, “Admit it, you love my cock too much to cut me off baby, you can’t deny I don’t rock your entire world. Without me who’s gonna fuck you till you’re seeing stars?” He sits up and ignores the fact that his limp cock lays out in the open coated in slick and cum. “Does my baby need another round?” He opens his arms with a mock pout.

“Get the hell out we’re going to be late you fucking asshole.” You grit your teeth and storm off to find your shoes you were planning on wearing to the recital.

“Ay-ay captain.” Jungkook chuckles.

+

“Mama, mama! Did you see me up there?” Jiho comes running over with pure excitement in his eyes as he hugs your legs and looks up at you with those little doe eyes of his that you oh so love (not so much on the father..).

“Of course baby, you did so good up there my little man is a star.” You coo back and squat down to his level, “A little birdie told me that we should go get some pizza and ice cream at the park. How does that sound to you my love?” You gently cradle his cheek and caress it lovingly.

Jiho’s eyes lighten up at the mention of all those things, but what really breaks your heart is the noise he makes when he finally sees Jungkook behind you. “Daddy you came?!” Jiho runs over to hug him tightly, “Did you see me? Did you see me?” He excitedly jumps.

Jungkook softens and leans down to pick Jiho up with ease, “Course I saw champ you killed it, hell I think you even did better than that Sunhye girl.” He smirks as Jiho giggles uncontrollably, “What’s so funny huh?” He coos tickling his son on the side teasingly.

“Daddy just said a curse word.” Jiho covers his mouth shyly and looks at you. Your heart melts and you reach over to gently squeeze his chubby little cheek.

“Did he now baby? But remember what mommy said? Mommy doesn’t want you to end up like daddy love.” You side eye Jungkook with a nasty little glare before going back to Jiho with a soft smile, “C’mon, daddy said he’s taking you out today.” You kiss his cheek.

Jiho lights up in excitement, “Really daddy?!” He throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kicks his legs excitedly, “I can’t wait! I’m going to show you my new car collection daddy, it’s so cool I barely got it last week when mama and I went to the store.” He rambles on and on before he pauses, “You are coming over…right?” He quietly asks.

Jungkook nods, “Of course,” he says immediately, “you know I will champ.” He softly smiles and presses a kiss to his temple, “Daddy will always come over when you want.” This seems to satiate Jiho who goes back to his cheerful little rambles. It shouldn’t hurt you but this time it does, and you hate the bitter feeling it leaves in your mouth.

.

The day passes by and night time soon falls, Jiho of course asks Jungkook to put him to bed after hours of playing together. It warms your heart to see Jiho this happy with Jungkook, you wish it stayed like that..

“Hey babe,” Jungkook passes by behind you with a sneaky ass grab as he opens the fridge, “finally put Jiho down, little guy was out like a light.” He chuckles under his breath fondly.

You smile softly, “That’s my favorite part of the day, listening to him talk about the things he did and the new stuff he learns.. I wouldn’t miss it.” You turn the sink off and dry your hands, “Are you staying the night?” You raise a brow.

Jungkook nods, “Eh, I figured why the hell not. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyways.” He says and pops open a beer, “Plus I get to spend the night with my babies.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes, “Of course.. Don’t you dare make a mess in my kitchen Jungkook.” You warn and walk off to the living room intending to watch some TV before bed. Jungkook trails after you like a lost puppy and you suppress a sigh, “What is it now?”

“Is it a crime to wanna be with you sweetheart? I’m sure you’d love some company right now.” Jungkook huffs and sits next to you on the couch with his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Aw c’mon sweetheart, don’t give me that look. Not after what went down this afternoon.” He buries his face in your shoulder and kisses it gently.

You sink into his arms and shoot him a glare, “Only reason I don’t kick you out is because Jiho’s gonna want to see you in the morning. If it were up to me your ass would be on the curb.” You grumble and pick up the remote, “And stop getting so close to me your breath stinks like beer.” You push his face away.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake as he laughs (obnoxiously in your opinion), “Fine, only cause you said so.” He says and gets up to head back into the kitchen. He re-emerges empty handed and in his wife beater tank top, his sweater is ditched and tossed to the side. “Better for you?” He holds his arms out.

“Yeah.” You turn back to the TV, “Now be quiet I’m trying to watch this.” You mumble.

Jungkook silently slips onto the couch right up beside you again. He slips his arm around and tugs you to his side with a quiet grunt. You grumble quietly and turn to face him as you push him back onto the couch and climb on top of him, “This is better..” You mutter softly and lay your head on his chest.

You don’t miss the way he smiles at you and hugs you closer, “Good night.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He hears a faint ‘night’ and with that he lets his eyes slip shut as he falls asleep with a dumb little smile on his face.

“Idiot..” You whisper softly, surprised at how fond you sound at the moment, but he doesn’t have to know that.

+

A few days later you’re gone for work and Jungkook comes over to take care of Jiho. At first nothing too big happens, they play some games and then have breakfast before Jungkook takes Jiho out to the mall and then they come back to have lunch. Right now however Jiho was napping leaving Jungkook all by himself.

He takes one last look at Jiho before he slips outside for a needed smoke session. Jungkook always did like the view from your balcony, it gave him like a sense of peace and security whenever he sat out there smoking a cigarette. He really did feel at ease. He spends a couple minutes looking out at the sunset and city and then he checks his phone right after when he gets bored of that.

Jungkook’s in the middle of texting back Namjoon when he hears the doorbell ring. He frowns in confusion and looks back, you didn’t say anything about having anyone over or anything being delivered. He tucks the cigarette between his lips and makes his way over to the front door.

“y/n, hey! I was wondering if–” some guy standing on the other side of the door starts but quickly stops when he sees Jungkook standing in the doorway instead of y/n.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook leans against the doorway and eyes the guy up and down, “You lost or somethin’ kid?”

“Huh? Who are you? I’ve never seen you around before and y/n’s never talked about a guy before..” He trails off, eyeing Jungkook up and down too but only this time he doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for him. Jungkook’s aware of how he looks right now, and damn if he doesn’t look good.

“I’m y/n’s baby daddy, now who the fuck are you?” Jungkook snorts and takes a long drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke in the dude’s face.

The dude looks at him with a glare, “I’m her friend and neighbor.”

“Neighbor huh, good then you don’t need to be around then. I don’t take too kindly to random ass men trying to hit on my girl like that, because we both know you see her more than a neighbor so do me a favor and turn your ass back around unless you wanna really get to know me.” Jungkook flicks the ashes at him, “Nice meeting ya.” He grins and slams the door in his face.

“Friend huh..” Jungkook chuckles.

It’s late when you finally arrive home, you make a quick stop to get the mail before heading up when you’re stopped by Hyunjin, your adorable but annoying neighbor, “Heyy, what’s up why you out so late?” You smile tiredly while sorting your mail out.

Hyunjin looks bothered as he looks off to the side, “Nothing, just needed some fresh air you know? Anyways that’s not what I’m here for, I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” He says softly and when he sees your confused face he continues, “That guy up there? The one with tattoos and shit? He’s rude as hell.”

You internally groan, what did he do now.. “Yeah? Well, I’m not seeing him–seeing him…technically..” You trail off before sighing in defeat, “He’s my baby daddy.”

“Ohh, I thought he was lying or something because I thought no way would you ever go with someone like him. Much less have a kid with him.” He shakes his head, “He’s seriously a bad influence though, he literally was smoking in the house like you know how bad that can be for Jiho?” Hyunjin scoffs and shakes his head, “The nerve of him to call himself a parent.”

“Listen kid, whatever the fuck he does is very much his and my business. I don’t need your two pennies of a fucking opinion on my baby daddy, yeah, that’s my child’s father and what about it? I must have seen something in him if I still went and fucked him and had his kid. So don’t you ever speak on him again unless you want me to call him downstairs you little shit.” You glare and storm off to the elevators leaving a shocked Hyunjin in the back.

“Fuckin’ nerve of this brat.” You mutter and get your keys out, “Seriously.”

You walk into the apartment and are immediately greeted with Jungkook sitting there with a pissed expression. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask as you kick your heels off, “Where’s Jiho?”

“He’s sleeping, had dinner and went to bed.” Jungkook stands up and makes his way over to you slowly, “Who the fuck was that kid that came knocking earlier?” He cups your chin and tilts your head to face him, “He the one you fucking or what?” He grits his teeth.

You stare back at him annoyed, “He’s some dumb ass college kid Jungkook, and no I’m not fucking him. As if..” You mutter the last part and walk to the bedroom, “If you’re just gonna bitch about him sleep on the couch I beg, I’m so fucking tired from work I just wanna sleep okay? Bitch at me another time.” You sigh.

Jungkook kicks the door shut behind him and comes up behind you to hug you, “Mm.. Just wanna help my lil’ mama relax is all,” he says in your ear, “I already knew you two weren’t fucking anyways, he makes it so obvious.” Jungkook smirks as he kisses your shoulder, reaching around the front to unbutton your blouse, “Still he fuckin’ pissed me off.” He growls.

“I know, trust me.” You smirk softly and turn around in his hold and wrap your arms around his neck, “You’ll help me relax won’t you?” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ll do more than that baby.” Jungkook grins back.

.

Jungkook has you spread out for him on all fours, back arched sensually and your face buried in your pillows. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he moans under his breath whilst moving his hips leisurely, not in any rush whatsoever. Your moans are muffled but the sounds your pussy makes make up for it.

“Fucking shit, you look so goddamn perfect for me all bent over with that pretty ass of yours bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook grunts as he slides his hands down to your waist to steady you.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out as you lift your head from the pillow, “need it faster.” You push back on his cock and gasp shakily when he hits something inside of you, “Oh fuck baby right there,” you whimper out, “mm, mm.”

He moans in response and lands a heavy smack on your ass, “Yeah? You like it when I hit it right there baby? ‘S got you creamin’ all over my cock right now.” He gasps softly as he speeds up and fucks into your harder.

You eyes flutter shut and you stick a hand down between your thighs to rub at your clit in tiny circles, “I love it,” you sigh out, “feels so good.” Jungkook spanks you again and it causes you to moan loud over the noises of his balls slapping against your clit and your ass bouncing off his pelvis. “Fuck..!”

Jungkook sees your phone light up from the corner of his eye and he peers over, he sees it’s that fucking kid from earlier texting you shit about how he’s sorry. Oh Jungkook’s gonna make him sorry now.. He grabs your phone and unlocks it, immediately opening up your camera and recording, “C’mon baby, put on a show for me.” He purrs out, making sure his tattooed hand is in the frame resting right over your bouncing ass.

You moan louder and lift yourself up enough to stabilize yourself before you start fucking yourself on his cock just how he likes it. “There you go, atta girl.” Jungkook lands repeated hits on your red ass cheek, licking his lips when he sees his hand print linger. “Whose pussy this belong to baby? Hm?”

“You,” a tiny whimper follows, “ ‘s your pussy baby.” You moan back as you rub your clit faster, “Fuck right there,” you push back and circle your hips on his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut. He moans loud as your pussy massages his cock just right, he nearly forgets he’s recording in the first place.

Jungkook ends the video there with a middle finger towards the end before he sends it to Hyunjin and tosses your phone aside, “C’mere.” He growls out and grabs your hips before he starts fucking into you harder and faster.

The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping grows louder and your moans are borderline screams now. You shudder violently and fall onto the bed face first as your pussy squirts, you lay there twitching and shaking as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook’s lips fall open in a silent moan as he watches in satisfaction.

He cums a few minutes later, pressing in deep as he groans lowly, “Damn I almost said I love you.” He breathlessly says. You reach behind to smack his arm making him laugh, “What? It’s true.” He shakes with laughter, “Aaaa you’re so cute baby.” Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and pulls out slowly, “Damn.” He murmurs, laying down next to you, “You okay?” He pokes your side.

You tiredly roll over and stare at him with a goofy little smile, “I almost said I love you too.” You softly reply.

Jungkook smiles, “y/n…my love, mother of my child,” he begins, “I’m sorry, but can you make me something to eat? You sucked the life out of me and now I’m starving.”

“I fucking take it back you dipshit.” You glare and roll out of bed, “.....What do you want..” You ask after shuffling around the room getting dressed in your robe.

“Ramen? Please and thank you.” Jungkook gives you that little bunny smile that made you fall in love all those years back. Maybe you’re falling all over again…

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nsfw alphabet - yeonjun :) - can't stop thinking about yeonjun today so let's do an nsfw alphabet for him~ tried to make as gn! as possible.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) - omg y'all know i'm a softie all day long, but especially with yeonjun and smut. so obviously i think he's the softest, clingiest lil fucker after sex. but like slow and sensual, asks u to take a shower with him, won't take his hands off you, washes ur body for you, gentle kisses on ur shoulders. slow dances with no music playing.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - favorite body part on himself is obviously his arms, literally never not trying to not-so-subtly show them off when he's "just stretching." ofc his favorite body part on you is ur ass. no matter the size or shape. never stops grabbing, smacking, or biting it.

c = cum (anything to do with cum) - similarly to the last one, loves cumming on ur ass more than anywhere else (other than inside you ofc).

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - desperately wants to be pegged.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) - may be an unpopular opinion, but i'd say he's not super duper experienced. not like he doesn't know what he's doing, but he definitely gives me weirdo loser vibes and just awkward asking anyone out, or like fr being hit on, not just being flirty. he can be flirty all day long, but as soon as it gets real, he panics. still knows what he's doing though. very aware of how to move his body to make you feel incredible.

f = favorite position - doggy :D

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - he's typically serious and romantic, but definitely not afraid to be silly goofy in the moment, giggling with you about lil bumps in the road, like if u hit ur head a lil too hard on the headboard.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - lord i hope he's hairy, but if i were to guess fr, i'd say pretty trimme. i think he thinks his happy trail is sexy so he keeps it, but trims his bush so it doesnt get too sweaty ig?

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - again, y'all know how im gonna answer this. romantic as fuck! literally wants to shower ur body in kisses and love and wants to show u how much he loves u and ur body. never not whispering compliments. could worship your body for hours and hours.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon) - steals ur underwear from the hamper to sniff while he jerks off in the shower :3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) - eating ass, body scents (smelling ur underwear), wax play.

l = location (favorite places to do the do) - the bed, couch when he's feelin lazy, car occasionally when he just can't wait until u get home.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - oh my god the little things. running ur fingers through ur hair, scrunching ur nose to push ur glasses up, calling him a nickname, the sounds u make when u stretch in the morning.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - i don't think he'd like being edged. not like, he doesn't last long, but like doesn't wanna edge for a while? ykwim?

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - loooooves giving. he's just incredible w his tongue. especially loves eating ass. definitely wouldn't say no to a bj tho.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - SOFT AND SLOW ALL DAY!! definitely willing to go a lil fast and rough if he gets carried away, but prefers soft n slow <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - likes a quickie every now and then when he's super busy. y'all esp love a good mutmast sesh.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - absolutely! feels so safe w u and does everything he can to make u feel safe with him, neither of u are afraid to call it quits when something gets uncomfy. but loves trying new things.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - i think he lasts a loong time tbh, but doesn't go for many rounds himself. probably makes u cum a couple times if ur up for it, but once he cums, he's ready to cuddle n be all romantic n touchy.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - toy aficionado. and i'd love to talk more about this if y'all are interested. probably uses some kind of toy every time y'all fuck, whether its a vibrator or dildo, or a plug he uses on ya. for himself, he loves a good prostate massager when he's fucking you or a good ole pocket pussy when he's by himself.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease) - would tease you for hours and hours. but, again, more in the romantic way. like kisses around ur nipples for EVER before actually licking them. drags his fingers across your body before actually touching you with his whole hand.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - whiny and grunty, normal volume. isn't afraid to tell you how good you feel over and over.

w = wild card (a random headcanon) - obsessed with marking you. loves giving you hickeys but ALSO, loves literally writing his name on ur ass with a sharpie so u don't forget ur his.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - i gotta say, i feel like he's pretty average. like 5 inches? probably not too girthy either.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - mmm...i'd say he probably cums once a day, whether its with u or jorkin it. i don't think its an unreasonable amount of horny, but could probably fuck u whenever you wanted.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - not too quick. like i said, he loves snuggling afterward and it might turn into a nap. but also as the king of aftercare, he's usually starting a shower for you two or making you tea, or getting a fresh pillowcase.

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Wind Breaker Special Stage Event - Tonpuu-machi Halloween Matsuri Afternoon Show Special Reading Drama (part 1)

I originally didn't plan to translate this event because it's not exactly publicly available, but some of the stuff in the drama is just COMEDY GOLD and it seems that there are people who are interested in seeing the script, so here it is! Do note that for some of Nirei's lines when he's describing the outfits, I didn't really manage to translate the full thing because my 日本語 is not 上手 enough to keep up with him ;-;

You can check out the rest of my translations here!

*PA announcement starting tune*

💙Umemiya💙(over the PA system): Ah ah, A I U E O, I U E O, A U E O A I! (t/n: This is just him testing the mic) To everyone in Tonpu-machi Shopping Street, this is Fuurin High School’s 3rd year Umemiya! Thanks for taking part in Tonpu-machi Shopping Street’s Halloween celebrations today! This year, us Boufuurin will be here to hype things up, so make sure you have lots of fun! Alright everyone, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Yosh, alright Hiiragi, time for us to get changed too~

Hiiragi: You idiot, it’s still on!

💙Umemiya💙: (very apologetically but not really) oops my bad ^^;

*PA announcement ending tune*

*The sound of wind chimes ringing*

Suo: As usual, Umemiya-san is so full of energy today!

Sakura: That guy is as noisy as ever.

Nirei: Let’s try our best today too, and have fun at the party! (t/n: Just a note that Chiba Shoya was the MC for the whole event, and he STILL had so much energy doing this segment ;-; what a ray of sunshine)

Suo: Nirei-kun, you look like you’re having lots of fun!

Nirei: Yes! I love Halloween! It’s just so fun!

Sakura: Speaking of, what are we doing today?

Nirei: What we’re doing? “The shopping street’s Halloween Party is being hosted by Boufuurin this year, so you guys should help out too,” that’s what Umemiya-san told us!

Sakura: Halloween, huh?

Suo: Sakura-kun, you do know what Halloween is, right?

Sakura: *splutters and blushes* Don’t take me for an idiot! It’s the day you eat pumpkins right?!

Suo: That’s the winter solstice! (t/n: Winter solstice = 冬至 = “toji”)

Sakura: T,To-Toji, who’s that?! (t/n: if you watch JJK, you will understand why this joke goes so hard on so many levels 😩)

Nirei: No, that’s not a person’s name…

Sakura: Huh?!

Nirei: Halloween is a fun event where you eat candy and dress up!

Suo: Its original meaning is as a harvest festival, or the western equivalent of Obon (t/n: Obon is the period of time in August when people visit their ancestors’ graves to pay respects to them), it had several different meanings!

Sakura: Hmmm…

Nirei: Oh, Sakura-san, do you know what is “trick or treat”?

Sakura: Trick or… treat? What’s that?

Nirei: It’s a phrase that’s associated with Halloween!

Suo: If you don’t give me candy… I’m gonna prank you.

Sakura: Eeek! D, d, d, don’t whisper into my ear!!!

Nirei: *laughs at Sakura* Anyway, when someone tells you “trick or treat”, you give candy to them so that you won’t get pranked.

Sakura: *Gasp* Extortion??

Nirei: Why are you going down such a violent route…!

Hiiragi: Oi, Sakura, Nirei, Suo.

Suo: Hiiragi-san, thank you for the hard work.

Nirei: Wowowowowwhawahaahahwhawha!!!

Sakura: You, what’s up with your outfit?!

Hiiragi: What do you mean “what’s up”? This is my halloween costume.

Suo: That’s… the grim reaper, right?

Hiiragi: Yup. You know it well, huh?

Nirei: C-

Sakura: Huh?

Nirei: COOOOOOOL!!! 

Sakura: *sounds of shock and surprise*

Nirei: A coordinated outfit all in black, it’s perfect for the calm and collected Hiiragi-san! With the hood (???? I couldn’t catch everything cos he was speaking so fast x_x), he looks all ready to start reaping souls! It’s a sure kill!!!! (t/n: sorry about this part I am not good with compound sentences ;-;)

Hiiragi: Nirei? What’s up?

Nirei: TO BE ABLE TO SEE TAMONSHUU’S HIIRAGI, DRESSED LIKE THIS, I AM OVERJOYED. (t/n: yes Nirei is shouting REALLY LOUDLY)

Hiiragi: (very hesitantly) Y, yes, t-thanks a lot. Thanks to you the mood is a bit lighter now.

Suo: Your face seems rather gloomy, did something happen?

Hiiragi: *sigh* Just now, I wanted to give out some candy to a kid, and when they saw me they started crying. (sounds of gastric ulcers forming) That’s all…

💙Umemiya💙: Oi Hiiragi, don’t look so down!

Nirei: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Sakura: Umemiya and… Sugishita…

Sugishita: That’s Umemiya-SAN, HUUUH?

💙Umemiya💙: Now now, don’t fight ^_^

Suo: Umemiya-san is a pirate right?

💙Umemiya💙: Yup! How is it? Does it fit me?

Nirei: It doesn’t just more than fit you! That hat is proof that you’re the captain, no, admiral! (he mentions something about Boufuurin as a pirate party???) It’s the most fitting costume for the head of Boufuurin! THERE’S NOTHING ELSE THAT’S MORE FITTING FOR UMEMIYA-SAN!!! (t/n: Nirei please slow down and use simpler sentences 僕の日本語は上手じゃない;-;)

💙Umemiya💙: Hehehe, if you praise me like that I’m gonna get embarrassed!

Sugishita: Oi!

Nirei: Eeek! I’m sorry I got carried away…

Sugishita: You understood it well. (t/n: AS EXPECTED OF UMEMIYA’S BIGGEST SIMP. ALSO THE AUDIENCE LAUGHING HERE IS SUPER LOUD LMAO)

Nirei: Eh?

Hiiragi: Ohh, Sugishita praised Nirei.

Suo: That’s great, Nirei-kun!

Nirei: A ha ha ha ha ha… (very robotically)

Sakura: Speaking of, is what you’re wearing your costume?

Sugishita: Huuuuuuh?

Suo: Sugishita-kun is… a ghost?

💙Umemiya💙: Oh! You’ve got it right, Suo! Sugishita is wearing the sheet ghost that I produced! (t/n: please go back to gardening Umemiya this is not your forte)

Sakura: Sheet ghost… Isn’t that just a piece of cloth? *snickering very loudly*

Sugishita: Huh?!

💙Umemiya💙: Eh? Look carefully! It has a face!

Nirei: Yes, you can definitely see something that looks like eyes there!

Sugishita: What’s strange?!

Nirei: Eek!! Nothing is strange at all! The costume created by Umemiya-san is amazing I’m sorryyyyyyy.

💙Umemiya💙: Come on Sugishita! Play nice! (t/n: he’s whispering this part like he’s speaking to his pet dog www) Oh, for the rest of you guys, we’ve prepared costumes too, so don’t worry!

Sakura: Huh?!

Nirei: Is it ok if we dress up too?

💙Umemiya💙: Of course! There’s costumes and sweets and delicious food, that’s what Halloween is about!

Hiiragi: The last one isn’t part of it though. (t/n: this might be a mistranslation, do feel free to let me know if this is wrong)

Sakura: Why do I need to dress up too?! I’m not doing it!! (t/n: you are so going to do it)

[samandcolbyownme]

Okay babe, I need a good old fashioned childhood friends to lovers with Sam. Moms are besties or they grew up next door to each other. Maybe reader is a part of their social media team and lives in LA with them? Could comfort Sam after a breakup or reader has a severe panic/anxiety attack and only Sam can get her to calm down? Can turn into smut can just be super soft fluff, I’m open to whatever, I just need some snuggly cuddly Sam.

Warnings: swearing, slow burn-ish, childhood friends to lovers, flirting, mentions of a break up, kissing, angsty fluff

Word Count: 3.2k | unedited

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C h i l d h o o d

You giggled as Sam messed around with the keys of the piano, “I don’t think you’re supposed to play it like that, Sam.”

He laughs, pointing to the key, “You try.”

You tilt your head, poking at the keys with one finger. Sam giggles, reaching over to drag his hand over the keys from one side to the other.

“Sam.” His mom peaks his head into the room, “Gentle, please.”

“Sorry, mom.” Sam looks back at her and you look back, seeing your mom looking in, too. You wave and turn back around, laughing with Sam, “You got in trouble.”

“Did not.” Sam argues and you give him a dramatic sigh, “Did so.”

“Did not.”

“Did so!”

Sam laughs, gently tapping the keys of the piano, “Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” You look over at him, “Do you want to be friends forever?”

He nods, “Yep.”

M i d d l e • S c h o o l

“Is your teacher a jerk?” You looked up at Sam, “Mine yells over everything.”

Sam can’t help but laugh, “Mine spits when he talks.”

“Oh, that’s so gross.” You laugh as you pick at your lunch, “Do you want my fruit cup? I don’t think I’m going to eat it today.”

He nods, “I’ll trade you my brownie for it.” Your eyes go wide, “You love those brownies. Are you sure?”

He nods, sliding it across the lunch table, “Yeah.”

Everybody thought you were a couple. Whenever you weren’t in class, you were side by side, laughing at stupid jokes or making fun of how a teacher said a word - middle schooler stuff.

As middle school went on, you were each discovering yourselves. Both changing everyday in certain ways, but the only thing that stayed the same was your friendship.

H i g h • S c h o o l

High school rolled around and the two of you became three. Colby was added and you all clicked so well. The same speculation of you being with Sam, snowballed into you being with Colby, then you with both of them.

You know, the high school rumors.

No one ever let that get to them. Colby shut those rumors down when he got a girlfriend, and you and Sam just continued doing what you’ve always done.

“They’re cute together.” You nod towards Colby and his girlfriend, “Don’t you think?”

Colby’s girlfriend smiled, she didn’t mind having you around, “I think they’re making fun of us.” Colby scoffs, looking back at Sam, “Can you not.”

Sam laughs, “Sorry, you’re just an easy target. Are you going to that optional band rehearsal?” Colby nods and you chime in, “Going to try and not trip like last time.”

Sam rolls his eyes, “Can we let that go.”

You scrunch up your nose, shaking your head, “No, not for a while.” Sam sighs, “Fine, but only because it’s you.”

You couldn’t lie, there have been feelings for Sam, even way before you understood what they were. You liked being around him, talking to him, FaceTiming him at random times.

You developed a more serious kind of love for Sam, and you were scared of many different things going wrong, or even not going at all.

After graduation, you and Sam remained close, along with Colby. They started up a ghost hunting YouTube channel, and to say it took off, is an understatement.

They were flourishing, quickly at that.

They’ve gotten deals, interviews, requests from people to come investigate their properties, and of course you were there every step of the way.

T o d a y

“Guess who I just got off the phone with.” You say as you walk into the living room, glancing at Sam as you sit down.

He sets his phone in his lap and looks over at you, “Mm, I don’t know.” He smiles, “Tell me.”

You raise your brow, “What’s up?” He shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing. Who did you get off the phone with?”

You turn towards him, “I just got you and Colby and interview on The Evening Show.”

Sam jumps up off the couch, “What!?”

You laugh, nodding, “You heard me. I got you an interview.”

“With Charles Callahan?” He asks, his eyes wide with excitement, “Are you actually fucking serious?”

“Yes, Sam!” You stand up, scrolling on your phone to show him the details, “It’s all right here.” He lays his hands on top of his head, “Y/n, that’s like, a massively famous talk show.”

You nod, “I know.”

“With Charles Callahan.”

You nod again, laughing, “I know that, too.”

“Oh my god.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight, “I don’t know how you managed, but I love you.”

You freeze. It’s normal for you to say it to them, especially Sam, because you’ve known him longer, but everything felt much different for you.

“Seriously.” Sam leans back, his hands on your shoulders, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”

You smile, “I get paid for helping you succeed.” You tease, clearing your throat, “You go next week.”

“We.” He corrects you, “We go next week.” He shakes his head, “Does Colby know?”

You shake your head, “I tried calling him, I don’t know what he’s doing.” Sam nods, sitting back down, “I’ll text him, tell him to come home as soon as possible.”

You nod, sitting back down, “Okay.” You prop your arm on the back of the couch, “So.”

He glances up at you, “So.. what?”

“You gonna tell me why you seem off?”

He shrugs, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something.” You raise your brows, “What’s up?”

He sighs, “I didn’t feel.. okay.” He takes a deep breath, “I broke up with Leah, and..” he laughs slightly, “I don’t think she’s taking it well.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head and he shakes his, “She, posted a picture of us afterwards, you know once people started speculating that we did, and she’s just adding fuel to the fire and I’m just..”

“Trying to move past it?” You ask and he nods, “Exactly.”

“Why’d you, um, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you break up?”

A smile plays on Sam’s lips slightly, “She had an issue with you.”

“With me?” You scoff, “Sounds like she has bigger issues to worry about than me.”

He nods, “She said she didn’t like the fact that you lived with me, I told her that we’re not like that, we just- “ he stops talking, looking down at his lap, “If anyone has a problem with you, they now have a problem with me, you know?”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I feel like that’s the same for me. I guess a lot of people don’t know how to trust.” You shrug, “I’m sorry that you broke up with her.”

He shakes his head, “She wasn’t helping me in any way.” He looks up, “Not like you do.”

You go to ask, but the front door open, and Colby calls our, “Guys? What’s going on?”

Sam springs up, “Colby?!”

“What happened? Is everything good?” He looks at you and Sam and you nod, “Go ahead, Sam.” Sam looks from you to Colby, “Don’t sit down because you’ll just spring right back up when I tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” Colby asks confused, glancing from you to Sam, “What’s happening?”

“Y/n got is on with Charles Callahan.”

Colby’s goes go wide and he looks at you, “What?! No fuckin’ way, dude.” You nod, “Yes fuckin’ way, dude. You go on next week.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Colby walks over, giving you a hug, “Oh my god.”

“She’s the best, right?” Sam smiles and Colby nods, “The absolute best, holy fuck.”

You laugh, “It’s just an interview. Relax.”

Colby rolls his eyes, “Just an interview..” he mocks you, “Y/n. This is a once in a life time experience. I don’t know how you did it, but Jesus fuck. Good job.”

You smile, “You’re welcome. You’re welcome.”

“Come on, Sam. We have to come up with an announcement post.” Colby walks towards the steps and Sam stays there for a moment, staring at you.

“Go.” You wave him on, “If I get anymore details, you’ll be the first to know.”

He shakes his head, “That’s not-“ he sighs, walking over to press a kiss onto your forehead, “Thank you.”

You so badly want to pull him back in as he is walking away, tell him he missed and kiss his lips, but you don’t. You watch as he makes his way up the steps and sit down.

You start coming up with ideas because you know they’ll be coming to you for an announcement post.

Over the next few days, things seem to be more, interesting, between you and Sam.

He’s been everywhere you are, and you’re everywhere he is. You both use the, there’s a lot of work to do, excuse, but neither one of you will admit that you just want the other as company, mainly because you both just already knew it.

“So I was thinking.” You turn your laptop towards him, “This hotel is the closest to the studio, if you’re okay with that I can book three rooms? Each one has two beds and the one has a nice pull out couch, I think.”

“Why three?” He asks and you shrug, “You and Colby get a room, Mitch and Logan can get one and then I can finally get some peace and quiet.” You smirk at him and he laughs, “Oh I see how it is.”

“Do you want that room? I’m sure Colby won’t mind me-“

“No, no.” He cuts you off, “You’re fine, I was just.. messin’ around, you know.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I got it.” You laugh, “Figured we could get there the night before and that way you and Colby have the day to kind of rehearse your answers.”

He nods, “Sounds good to me.”

You nod, going back to your computer before you sigh, “Can I-“ you look over at him and he’s already looking, “When you said that she didn’t help you like I did..”

You laugh slightly, “What did you mean?”

He shrugs, “Just that.. no one really knows me like you do.”

You nod, “Right, right.” You go back to looking at your laptop and Sam ask, his voice kind of quieter, “What did you think I meant?”

You shrug, looking at him, “Exactly what you said.” You give him a small smile and he nods, “Right.” He clears his throat, “Yeah, I mean. We’ve known each other since we were what, five?”

You laugh, “Yeah, yeah.” You tilt your head, “You still got in trouble for playing the piano the way you did.”

“I did not. My mom just told me to be gentle with the keys, but you remember that?” Sam laughs and you nod, “Yeah, I also remember you-“

“Y/n, I swear to god, If you say-“

“Tripped when you were doing your routine for the band.”

He groans, “That’s it.” He stands up, “This conversation is done. I have to go pack.”

“You have a few days yet, Sam.” You yell and he shakes his head, “Sorry, can’t hear you.” He laughs as he looks back at you, “Come on, help me pick out some good outfits.”

“I’ll be up, let me book these room quick.”

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“Seems like you’re doing a good job on your own.” You smirk as you lean against his door frame, “Oh, gosh. Wait. I take that back.”

You walk over to his suitcase and pull out a pair of pants, switch these out with that black pair. That’ll go better with this stripped shirt.”

He nods, tossing you the pants, “Yeah, I do didn’t do that on purpose.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, “I’m sure.”

You laugh, “a white tank will finish this look, is this what you’re wearing for the actual interview?”

He nods, “If you think it’s best.”

You nod, “Oh yeah, I like this a lot. Make sure, well, I don’t have to tell you guys, but just a reminder, as your one manager, take pictures for the gram.”

“It’s so weird.” He laughs and you tilt your head, sitting down on his bed, “What is?”

“You’re my boss.” He shakes his head, “I just, I don’t know. When you asked if we’d be friends forever, I didn’t expect this.”

“Me working for you? Sam, you’re my boss.” You laugh, “But yeah, I get what you mean. Never did I picture us living in LA, I never seen myself getting out of that place.”

“I was taking you with one way or another.” Sam sits down next to you, “You deserved more than what that place gave you.”

You nod, “So did you. And looks like we got it.”

He nods, “We got it.”

“Guys!” Colby yells from down stairs, “Where are you?!”

“That man has impeccable timing.” Sam rolls his eyes and stands up, “Yo, Colby. Up here, man.”

“Oh good, okay.” He walks in, “When do you plan on leaving? Like what day?”

“I booked the hotel rooms a day in advance, so we’ll get there on Wednesday and then your show is Thursday and then Friday we can either come back or so whatever.” You look up at him, “Why?”

“Because I was doing research and they have this bar that just overall looks like a sick experience.” Colby shows you and Sam his phone, “I figured we could do that Friday night?”

“I’ve heard about this place. We definitely have to go.” Sam nods, “Are you up for it?”

You nod, “Yeah. I’m down for it.”

——

The days leading up to leaving were busy. Everyone was around everyone. You had a celebration dinner, people were coming over, to talk about the upcoming show.

People were even talking about how great of a person you were for Sam and Colby.

It was, overwhelming at times, but fully worth it.

“You still scared of flying?” Sam teases as he nudges your arm. You scoff, “Please, with the amount of planes I’ve been on with you guys, that fear is well over conquered.”

“We do fly a lot.” Sam chuckles and you look out the plane window, “At least it’s a short flight.”

He nods, “kinda wish it was longer.” He shrugs, “I don’t know. I like flying.”

You smile slightly and lean back. The rest of the flight was Sam picking on Colby, who is sat in front of you, and small talk.

Mainly about the show coming up. Sam’s nerves, your nerves. Everything but what you wanted to talk about most.

Once you’ve landed and get to the hotel, you make your way up to the rooms, two in one, Sam and Colby in the other, and then you in your room.

You sit down, letting out a sigh as you lay back.

Your mind swirls around the thought of Sam, mainly wondering if you should just push the idea of anything happening between the two of you away or if you should jump on it.

You sit up, making up your mind right then and there.

You walk over to your door, pulling it open and you stop.

“Hey I was just-“

Sam cuts you off, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” You move out of the way and he walks in, “I haven’t..” he turns around as you close the door, “.. been fully honest with you.”

You look down, “I know the feelings.”

Sam walks over, cupping your cheeks. He looks into your eyes and takes a deep breath, “You are the person who has been keeping me going. You, y/n..” he smiles, “You feel more like home than everywhere I have been and I just..”

“I have loved you since we were children, even before I knew what love was, Sam.”

“I can’t do anything with thinking about you, fuck. I think I love you a little bit more each day.” His eyes move between your lips and your eyes, “to spend life with you..” he chuckles, his thumb rubbing over your cheek, “..that’s my childhood dream and the more time I spend with you, the deeper I fall.”

Your hands slide up to his face as you nod, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Your lips meet and he pulls you closer, “I couldn’t be with someone else, knowing you were right here.” He leans back, “I just must have been stuck on thinking it wouldn’t have worked out.”

“You said it first, I know you better than anyone and same goes for you.” You run your hand through his hair and he smirks, “Yeah, we just have that special connection don’t we.”

“We have somethin’ special.” You smile, leaning in to peck his lips again, “So I take it.. Colby is getting his own room?”

“Yeah, that’s what I came to talk to you about.” Sam laughs, “Colby said that if I didn’t tell you he was going to, and I think it would have been better if I just had the guys to do it myself.”

“It was.” You smile, “Definitely was.” You wrap your arms around him and he holds you tight, “I promise, I’m never letting go.”

“You haven’t let go, all these years and I’m still here.” You smile against his chest, “I really don’t want my life to be any different.”

“Really? You wouldn’t change anything?” Sam glances down at you and you look up at him, “I mean..” you laugh slightly, “How about you ask me that, after a nap?”

He nods, “you read my mind.” He smiles and pulls you with him to the bed. You lay down with him and take a deep breath, “Sorry I haven’t said anything either.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t do that, baby.” He kisses your head, “we’re here now.”

You smile at the name, “Yeah baby.” You look up at him, “We’re here now.”

He pulls you in closer, his legs hooking over yours to hold you closer, “I’ve stayed awake at night fighting the urge to just come and cuddle you.”

“You should have just given in.” You smirk and he starts babbling, “I didn’t.. I wasn’t sure if you-“

“Sam.” You lift your head, “I know, I know.”

He laughs and dips his head down to kiss you, “I regret the time I lost, not being able to hold you like this.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, just breathing him in, “It’s fine, Sam. We have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”

He kisses your head, “get some sleep. Colby’s got a list of plans for us for these next few days.”

You laugh, “Of course he does.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! See you in the next one! 🖤

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[charlottesbookclub]

ser gwayne hightower fluff alphabet 💚💚

Summary: just what it says on the tin: fluff alphabet for my boy gwayne (do people still do these anymore? idc I'm doing it bc I love reading them and I thought I'd try writing one myself 😌😌)

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; spouse!reader; established relationship (marriage); we are all going to have fluff-induced cavities after this, I fear (it's more absolute tooth-rotting fluff, y'all!); let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️

Words: 2985

Author’s Note: I'm meeting with my phd advisor today which is going to be totally fine (she is so super sweet) but my brain decided we were going to have major anxiety about it, and what better way to distract myself than by writing fluff for gwayne!! 🥰💚 I've never done one of these before, but I always enjoyed reading them, so I thought I'd try it myself! ☺️ I like that it lets me explore his character without having the pressure of a plot lol

as always, I hope y'all enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts!! ☺️💕

template by: magical-warlock

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Honestly anything. I feel like if it was something you enjoyed, Gwayne would find himself enjoying it too, just because you were happy. But I think like he would really like going on leisurely walks or horse rides together. It’s an activity that allows you to talk and get to know one another, but where you can also explore the beauty of a garden or forest together. I could totally see him bringing a book along and reading it aloud to you under a tree.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Everything lmao. But your eyes stand out to him, especially when he can read all the things you don’t say out loud in them. I feel like he would also appreciate intellect, common sense, and wit. He is clearly sooooo done with Criston’s weird dumb bullshit, and I think someone who was rational and level-headed but not afraid to crack a joke or two (especially at Criston’s expense lmaooooo) would be really appealing to him.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

My mans would not be much help at first because he’s freaking out too. He wouldn’t want to see you in any kind of distress, especially if he’s not sure where it came from or what’s causing it. I think if it happened more than once and you talked about it and expressed what you needed, he would be more than willing to do whatever you needed from him. My sense is that his first reaction (after the initial freak out) would just be to hold you really tightly and whisper reassurances to you until you were feeling better.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Given the society that Gwayne lives in, his expectations have kind of been set for him in the sense that his future is pretty much expected to involve marriage and children. And honestly, I get the sense that this isn’t something he’s necessarily opposed to. Especially since he found you and realizes he gets to marry someone he actually loves, he’d be pretty thrilled about the whole prospect. It just doesn’t seem like life on miliary campaign is something he’s super jazzed about, so his ideal future would likely be just settling down with you in Oldtown. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think it’s pretty mixed, especially depending on the context. Again, given the societal expectations placed on him, I do think he might tend to be a little more dominant (especially if he thinks/knows that he’s right about something) but I also don’t think he would ever force you to do something you didn’t want to. He’d also back off on just about any subject if he noticed you were getting upset about it. I also think it really depends on your temperament, since I think he could really go either way depending on what energy you brought to the relationship.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It would be really hard for him to stay mad at you (and vice versa). Unless it was something truly awful, I just don’t think he could stay upset with you for very long. As we’ve already established, he’s a pretty rational person who seems to value clear communication, so I think “fights” with him would be more like difficult discussions about hard issues rather than an actual fight. This is really nice because then you both get to speak your mind and actually come out with a better understanding of the other person and a stronger relationship because of it.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

I do tend to think that he’s a pretty grateful person, but I think he’s better at showing it than saying it sometimes. Not that he can’t verbalize his gratitude – he totally can – I just think that gestures come more naturally to him (like winning a tourney in your honor, buying you something extravagant, taking you on a nice trip, etc.)

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Yes and no. If there was something he knew that would put you in danger if you knew it, he would not tell you. He would never forgive himself if something happened as a result. Pretty much anything else though, he’ll tell you. He won’t always offer everything, but I think he would have a hard time lying to you or keeping things from you if you asked about them. Depending on what it was, he might tell you a sanitized version of the story because he doesn’t want you to worry, but he’d be as honest as he felt he could be in the moment.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?

I think in any good relationship (romantic, platonic, or otherwise) people change each other for the better. Gwayne is no exception to this, and I think it’s likely that he picks up habits from you (just as you do from him). I can definitely see that if he had you as a confidante to rant about Criston or just to express his worries and doubts about politics, his family, etc. that he might be a little less overtly antagonistic and instead might just smile and nod a little more but internally be like “wait til my s/o hears about this fucking bullshit.” He’d definitely still give Critston attitude tho

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes and no. Gwayne is a fairly confident person, and I think he feels pretty comfortable with himself and with his relationship with you for the most part. However, I don’t think he’s immune to jealously, especially if it were to seem like another person was paying you a bit too much attention. In that scenario, I’m sure he’d have some quip at that person’s expense and whisk you away or be very obvious about using your title as his spouse. The one thing that might make him feel truly insecure is if it seemed like you were becoming interested in someone else. But let’s be real, if you get to marry Ser Gwayne Hightower, that’s not fucking happening 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Oh, he’s definitely a good kisser. I don’t think he was one to have a lot of trysts prior to meeting you (despite his bravado, I think he really values an emotional or intellectual connection to the person he’s with, meaning I don’t think many of the flings he might have had made it all the way to the hook-up stage). But he’s a handsome man who likely had a lot of admirers, and I do think he got a bit of practice with kissing in his youth. He’s absolutely very attentive to what you like, so I think he’s only gotten to be an even better kisser over the course of your relationship. In terms of your first kiss with him, these lyrics from “All My Love” by Noah Kahan are very applicable here: “I leaned in for a kiss thirty feet from where your parents slept / and I looked so confident, babe / I swear, I was scared to death.” Especially early on, I think he really wanted to project this confident and suave vibe that he totally knew what he was doing, but as soon as he realized he was in love with you, he was actually a nervous wreck and desperately did not want to mess it up. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

re: Gwayne’s penchant for gestures, I have a feeling he had a whole well-written speech planned out (he based it on the dramatic love confessions he read in old ballads). However, despite all his preparation, I think the confession actually ended up just slipping out one time when you were together and he couldn’t keep it in any longer. He probably stumbled over his words and was very embarrassed about it and his face turned bright pink, but it was so adorable and endearing that you actually preferred it to whatever speech he might have had planned.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the wedding be like?

As I mentioned above, I think that marriage is pretty much a given for Gwayne considering the realities of the culture in which he lives. He also probably didn’t propose in the traditional sense, since the marriage was likely arranged, but I can absolutely envision him proposing to you privately after the betrothal has been officially announced and after he’s spent enough time with you to realize that he is genuinely in love with you. It would be sort of a love confession/proposal where he basically says “I know you were chosen by others to be my spouse, but I also personally choose you because I love you.” The wedding would be fairly large and befitting of his rank and station, and it’s likely that neither of you would have much choice in how it was conducted. Gwayne definitely likes the idea of a large and fairly public wedding because it’s a way for him to show his pride for both his house and his betrothed.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Very sweet things! Mostly “my dear,” “my love,” and “dearheart,” with a sprinkle of “my darling” mixed in on occasion.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

He gets very love-struck, especially when he’s with you. Spending time with you is like spending time in another world for him, and I do think he becomes a little more uninhibited when he’s around you. If people watch the two of you together, his lovesickness is pretty obvious to anyone who knows him. Even if they speak to just him, they might notice slight changes, like the fact that he talks about you a lot and always finds a way to bring you into the conversation. He’s careful though, and would never reveal the depths of his affection for you to someone who might you it against him or hurt you to get back at him. In terms of expressing feelings, as I mentioned above, I get the sense that he’s one for gestures that demonstrate his feelings. He gets nervous and stumbles over his words more than usual when he tries to verbalize things to you, and that’s an unusual and uncomfortable experience for him at first. The longer you’re together though, the better he gets at it.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Because your betrothal and marriage are pretty much public knowledge, Gwayne definitely feels comfortable being upfront about the relationship. And oh he totally brags. He’s very proud to call you his spouse and is not afraid to make sure everyone knows about it. Based on societal and cultural expectations, I don’t think there would be a lot of open PDA (like hugs, kisses on the lips, etc.). But hand kisses?????????? All the fucking time babeyyyyyyy!!!!!!!! So many kisses on the knuckles wherever and whenever – it���s his favorite little gesture of affection

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Mans is a killer shit talker. We know this. He can and will throw shade with the best of them. He wants to know all the drama in your friend circle and will happily judge everyone with you for hours. That one “friend” of yours who turned out to be wildly toxic and conniving? Well he never liked them anyway and he’s got a bulletpointed list of reasons why. You start a conversation with “can I be mean for a moment?” or “you know I love this person, but…” and he is SAT. He’s always on your side and ready to talk absolute shit about anyone who caused you even a minor inconvenience. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

At the end of the day, he’s something of a hopeless romantic and would do whatever he could to make you happy. There are a lot of times when the cultural and societal realities of the world he lives in prevent him from doing everything he might want, but if it came down to it, he would do almost anything for you. A lot of his romantic gestures are a little cliché, but in the best, most endearing way possible. As he gets to know you though, and as your relationship matures, he’ll probably get a little more creative and do things that are more specific to the two of you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Believes in you and supports you 100000% no question. Again though, I think this impulse can be a bit hampered by the social structures in which he lives. He’ll do whatever he can to help you achieve your goals, but there are limits based on birth, status, etc. that you are both cognizant of and which might influence what those goals look like and how far either of you would go to achieve them.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

We’re talking about Ser “I’d rather stay at a comfy inn than camp out” Gwayne Hightower here – I think he appreciates a level of routine and comfort. There’s so much in his world that is chaotic and out of his control that I think he would really relish having that consistency and stability in his relationship. Not that he would never try anything new – especially if you asked him to – I just think his natural inclination would be to have a comforting routine that works for both of you.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Considering he picked up on Alicent and Criston’s weird vibes in like 5 seconds, I’d say he’s pretty good at reading people. He definitely makes an effort to get to know you, and can confidently say that he knows you very well at this point. Especially since you’re someone he cares about and spends a lot of time with, he’s quite good at reading your moods and guessing how you’re feeling.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Very important. Again though, there are cultural expectations placed on both of you that may necessitate you and Gwayne placing your relationship further down your list of priorities than you normally would choose to. If it were completely up to him though, his relationship with you would be right up there at the top with his loyalty to his house and his family.

W ild Card - A random fluff headcanon

I talked about this much more extensively in this fic, but the necklace you gave him? He. Does. Not. Take. It. Off. EVER. It’s his little piece of you that he gets to carry everywhere, and he could never ever bear to part with it.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, abso-fucking-lutely! As I mentioned in the PDA section, he’s more retrained in public, but still likes to demonstrate his affection for you via hand kisses. In private though, he loves to cuddle. And honestly, he doesn’t really care where or in what position – curled up in bed, sprawled on a couch, his head in your lap, you tucked against his chest – he just likes to be touching you and knowing that you’re right there next to him, that you’re safe, and that you love him.

Y earning - How do they cope when they’re missing their partner?

It’s a reality he has to face more than he would like, given the exterior expectations placed on him. If he had his way, he would live quietly with you at his family’s property near Oldtown forever. When he has to leave though, he always asks for your favor to take with him, regardless of how long you’ve been together or how many times you’ve bestowed it. As mentioned above, he also always wears the necklace you gave him. Definitely a top tier professional yearner though – he misses you and thinks of you the whole time he’s gone.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

This answer will be pretty similar to the answer for “V” – yes he is, but he also has to be cognizant of outside pressures that might cause him to act in ways that don’t always align with his personal inclinations. He would both die and kill for you though, not that you’re asking him to do either. In fact, you’re usually telling him not to do either of those things.

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ID: 1. Nursey, wearing a gray peacoat, and Dex, wearing a brown canvas jacket and a backpack, are walking side by side when two samwell students, one a white girl with a brown ponytail and red sweater and the other a brown boy in a black hoodie, rush up to Nursey surrounded by hearts. The girl asks, "Is that you on the back of the fall schedule?" The boy adds, "We like, need to know!" Nursey grins at them, flattered, and presses a hand to his cheek as he replies "Oh? Yeah, that's me." Dex scowls and rolls his eyes so hard it looks painful, sighing, "Oh god."

2a. Nursey, wearing a yellow puff vest over a long sleeve purple shirt, sitting next to Dex, who is wearing a blue button down over a tee shirt. Nursey grins and nudged Dex with his elbow, asking, "Guess how many cards I got today, Poindexter." Dex, mouth full of pie and another bite poised on his fork, sighs heavily and glares away into the distance, replying after a long pause, "Like 20." 2b. Repeat. Nursey pulls up his hands, one holding out five fingers and the other holding up three, and looks down at them as if checking his count. He says, "Eight. One was from my mom." Dex startles and hunches up, trying to stifle a loud snort of laughter. A chunk of pie flies out of his mouth.

3a. Nursey and Chowder standing side by side in the kitchen, Nursey holding a bowl of filling and Chowder chopping something on the counter offscreen. He is not looking at his hands, but off to the right, where text indicates a Falconers game is playing. Dex is in the background, holding a fresh pie with oven mitts, and calls out, "Hey Chow, pay attention! 3b. Repeat. Chowder says "Huh?" and looks down to his hands just as the knife slips and sends a spurt of blood upward into frame. Dex and Nursey startle, eyes bugging out in shock. Nursey goes visibly gray and drops the bowl he was holding. 3c. Repeat. Nursey slips offscreen completely, fainting. Dex smirks at him and lets out a little "heh" laugh. Chowder looks down at him in concern, pressing a washcloth to his bloody finger. 3d. Later, Nursey sitting on the gross Haus couch with a glass of water, Dex standing next to him with his arms crossed. Dex smirks down at him and teases, "You fainted a little there, huh?" Nursey looks up at him, stern but clearly embarrassed, and says "Chill, that was a lot of blood." Dex pushes, "Boy, you were pale!" Nursey replies blankly, "...Poindexter."

4. Screenshot of a series of tweets by Eric Bittle. a. Nursey: Guess how many cards I got today, Poindexter? Dex: [a long sigh] Dex: like 20. Nursey: Eight. One was from my mom. b. Ah, Dex tried to hide that laugh but there's pie everywhere. c. 15 minutes ago. Chowder: I was paying attention to the Falconers game and I think I cut my finger? Dex: I think Nursey just fainted. Dex: Heh. d. Dex: You fainted a little there, huh? Nursey: Chill that was a lot of blood. Dex: Boy, you were pale! Nursey: ...Poindexter. e. -Nursey Fans- Girl: Is that you on the back of the fall schedule? Boy: We like NEED to know. Nursey: Oh? Yeah that's me. Dex: Oh GOD. /end ID

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❥ DAY 12. Caught Sex! with Suguru Geto

Summary. One of Suguru's co-workers keeps trying to flirt with him even though she knows that he's dating you and you sneak out on the changing rooms to show her how to strike back properly.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), breeding, semi-public sex.

Word count. 2,203.

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Your nails drum on the table, even if the sound is thin and soft, for Suguru’s coworker feels like the footsteps of a serial killer approaching her, even though she is the one walking towards you.

“D–Do you need something else?” She asks, with a weak voice as she avoids your gaze.

She’s been flirting with your boyfriend, you know it.

She chose to ignore the fact that he was already dating someone, just as she’s fighting to ignore the rage in your eyes as you look at her.

In her position, she's supposed to look down at you with superiority, but she feels like a tiny bug in a spider web.

“Yeah, I would like to see a face that won’t make me want to throw up my macchiato” You smile cynically as she sighs shyly and nods. Walking away with her hands on the bags of her apron.

You take a long sip of your drink, still smiling, the girn on your face increases as you see Suguru walking towards you in a hurry. God, his angry face looks so hot.

“How long have you been there?” He groans, pulling the chair harshly and sitting in front of you. You put your elbows on the table to hold your face with your hands, looking at him like you have hearts popping in your eyes.

"You look handsome when you tie up your hair like that." You extend your hand to play with his bangs.

He gives you a hard look and you sigh, still playing with his hair.

“Like three hours. I have work to do and I decided to work on it in advance as I drink one of your delicious coffees.” Suguru scoffs at your answer, throwing his head back as he pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing and leaning closer on the table.

“I know why you’re here” Suguru sighs, caressing your arm softly with his fingers, he bites his lip to hide his smile as he looks up at you. “Thank you. She’s been over me all week, today is the only day that she has left me alone and I was wondering why until I heard of a grumpy client.”

You shrug, snorting softly.

“I’m not that grumpy” He laughs back, relaxing a little. “I’m just worried, usually we are the relaxed and smart boyfriend with the girl who’s inappropriate and…”

“Grumpy” He responds, chuckling.

You laugh softly, looking down to hide your blush.

“Yeah, and the grumpy girlfriend.”

You both relaxed, but the echo of his coworker taking an order some tables away tenses you both again. You feel the borders of your lips go down, running the cute atmosphere as you both remember all the insistence of the girl.

“I can ask my boss to let me go earlier today, ‘kay?” He says, leaning closer to kiss your cheek lovingly before standing up again. “Even they know about how tired I am from all her begging me to cheat on you with her.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and he nods with pursed lips before kissing your forehead and saying a soft ‘I’ll be right back’.

As Suguru enters through the door with the small sign of “Staff only” you can’t help but worry again of all the stress he’s going through with this girl. If even the staff knows about all the problems and she keeps insisting, maybe you’ll have to be as crazy as her to stop it.

When your boyfriend has finished taking off his apron, he starts to unbutton his shirt; once all the buttons has been let off, he startles at the sensation of someone pulls back his shirt and revealing his back and shoulders.

Suguru turns back in cold sweat, just to find you smirking and bringing up your hand to his chest.

"Wow, it's been a while since I got this view" You giggle, passing the tip of your nails across his chest, receiving a stained moan from him.

He grabs your waist firmly, pulling you closer to whisper.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He scolds you, but you still can feel the warmth of his hard breathing against your face. "You'll get me in trouble if someone finds you in here."

You purr, hugging his neck to bring him closer and rub your lips against his. Suguru shivers at your actions and his hands can't avoid the reflect of holding your waist.

"Do you really need to stay on this job? That girl just keeps bothering you" You whine, biting softly his lip as Suguru closes his eyes to hold himself from falling in your threat. "C'mon, I'll get jealous."

"You'll get jealous even if I work at a damn geriatric." Suguru snorts, finally giving up to look out for your lips, kissing you deeply and drawing circles with his thumbs on your waist.

You hit his shoulder softly, unable to answer anything from the way he kisses you like it's been a year since the last time. Sucking on your lower lip and chasing out for your tongue, you whimper pleased against his lips.

The sound of your lips touching and pulling back covers the small changing room until the soft whines in your voice start to join.

"S–Suguru…" You lean back but he brings you again against his lips as his hand gets inside your jeans to rub your clit in circles above the underwear. "Fuck— Yes… That feels good."

Suguru laughs against your lips, bringing the other hand behind your neck to keep you on there for him. You clumsily unbutton your jeans to let him move his hand more freely and he licks your lip slowly like a candy.

When he pulls back, you breathe finally as you pull down your jeans and kick them aside with your foot. He harshly turns your body and presses you against the lockers, you feel you cheek against the cold metal as he pushes your hips back to let you feel his hard crotch.

"You know you shouldn't be here, love" He whispers, caressing your hips with your hands and crawling slowly to reach your clothed breasts while his hips softly thrust against your ass. "You never pay attention to me."

His hands squeeze your breasts, grabbing the border of your bra and pulling it down to let them be free before slamming your upper body against the surface and keeping your butt closer to him.

You moan loud and clear at the action, the cold feeling immediately turning you nipples hard as he pushes you against the metal with the increase of the strength on his hits.

"P–Please, just fuck me, Suguru" You plead, feeling his finger rubbing up and down right in your —still— clothed cunt. 

"Nah" Suguru scoffs, soaking softly his finger with the wet fluids trespassing the fabric and making you roll your eyes at the slight touch. "You're being so fucking loud, I don't wanna get fired because of your whines."

You open your mouth to complain, being stopped by his hands wagging your ass and squeezing it as his crotch sends another thrust. You tried to moan but your teeths quickly grabbing your lip covers it.

Suguru laughs, pulling down your panties as he kneels behind you as he caresses your legs.

"Now you understand it." 

You nod painfully as his head travels between your ass to start licking your folds from behind. His tongue already knows where to rub softly and have you in such a whiny state, but his demands of being silent are giving you a headache.

Suguru loves to do it this way; your soft ass in his face as his tongue and lips kiss you like he wants to clean every drop of fluid inside your cunt. You can't help but roll your eyes as you moan the lowest that you can as he starts sucking and drinking every drop that leaks on your thighs.

You start trying to grab something to hold the pleasure but the damn lockers are so loud every time you try to support on them and they rumble with metallic echoes.

"S–Shit! Suguru!" You whine, squeezing your breasts between your hands as his tongue gets a quicker peace and teases the tip of your clit.

His hair is tangled between your fists as you bring a hand back to hold him on there but he pulls back again, making you moan a little bit louder in your complaint.

"Hold on, don't turn." He says with a firm tone that startles you and you obey with a little trembling of the interrupted pleasure that almost drove you to the orgasm. 

You glance back slightly, seeing him tossing aside his jeans near to yours as he strokes on his erection a few times before putting his tip near to your folds.

He pushes your head against the lockers again with a strong hold as his dick slides fully inside in one thrust. You moan with a mix of pain of pleasure not bothering about your volume as he keeps slamming without caring of the sound of the skins or the echo of the rumble of the lockers.

"Y–You're a damn pain in the ass, you know it, right?" Suguru groans, moaning between his teeths at the feeling of your walls sucking him inside. "You never listen to me."

You can't help but nod against the metal with struggle because of his hold as you hold the locker's doors to keep you standing. 

"Suguru! Fuck— You’re so rough with me!" You moan, loving his peace and thrusts kicking in and out so perfectly as you smile like a dumb. 

"Yes— God, this is the only pussy that I'd love to feel all my life" His hand lets go of your head to keep them both on your tits, squeezing them and arching your back slightly in his direction to keep holding you as his thrusts become more harder and messier. "I'm gonna cum, I'll cum inside and show it to everyone, princess."

You moan harder, breathing with struggle as he pounds like a beast on you as you feel electric shivers covering all your body as the orgasm starts to build on you with every hit.

Suguru growls at the feeling of you tightening around him as you cry his name. He feels close— so fucking close, so he moves his hands from your tits to your wrists to keep you on there as he slams feeling the previous feeling of his orgasm reaching him too.

Is then, when the door suddenly opens and a familiar annoying voice comes inside. 

But this time it doesn't annoy you. It actually sounds like your favorite song as she gets inside.

"Suguru, what's all that nois—"

"Fuuuck—!" Suguru groans as he sends a few thrusts that are the high of his orgasm as his seed fills you with a bigger load of cum than other times. 

Between your half opened eyes and fucked out gaze, you're still able to smile at the sight of her shocked face as he pulls out from you and you have to hold the lockers with the sweat on your forearms and hands to keep standing as you feel the hot liquid starting to drip down along your thighs.

"Yeah…" He asks, breathless as he strokes his cock to throw the last drops of cum on your ass before grabbing his boxers from the floor and putting them on. "It was my girlfriend, sorry."

His smirk says everything but regret as she gets red and avoids your eyes before slamming the door and leaving.

"Is she stopping now?" You ask, trying to recover as you put on your panties again and look for your jeans.

"Yeah. Anyways, everyone definitely heard it all so I might get fired." You snort, buttoning your jeans and grabbing his hand.

You roll your eyes, kissing his lips softly as he returns the kiss with tenderness as he caresses your cheeks. 

"Come on," you say against his lips, playing with his loose hair. "Let's leave before she starts screaming about what she saw."

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I n f a t u a t e d ♦️SEVEN

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He's not a patient man, but he's trying his best, giving her some well-deserved cuddles after testing her limits a little too roughly. But in the end, he can't help himself. She's too perfect, perfect enough to take her once again.

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Aftercare! Fingering. Vaginal sex. Oral sex. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 5.1k

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He may have overdone it a little.

The girl is this pliant thing in his arms as he carries her into the bathroom, covered in spit and cum and tears, limbs too weak to support herself, too far gone to protest anymore, eyes hooded and unfocused.

He hasn't planned to treat her like that. Well, he has wanted to fuck her ass, that's been on his mind since the last time he's been in there, but the throat fucking afterwards happened on a whim. She's looked so fucked out, so defeated and willing, so pretty, he just wanted to see what she was capable of. He may have overdone it. But once he's felt the tight grip of her throat, he's been a goner.

And she'll live. No harm done. He's treated women way worse before. She'll adjust. She has to. She'll understand that eventually.

He carefully sits her down on the vanity and grabs a wash cloth, pours water on it and starts to wipe at her soiled face. It's a strange, intimate thing to clean her like this, he usually expects his whores to clean themselves or stay dirty for all he cares. But she's different. And not a whore, she's something else he cannot name yet. Innocent, pure, even after everything he's done to her. She needs to be clean.

She's barely present when he moves the cloth over her cheek, just sits there, motionless, blinks from time to time, but there's no other movement. Maybe she's in shock. Surprised and disturbed by his treatment. Overwhelmed by what he expects of her. Lost in her own mind. Poor thing.

Once her face is clean, no more traces of spit or cum or tears, he leans down and presses his lips to her cheek, then scoops her up in his arms again and walks to the living room. Her breaths are soft, barely there against his collarbone as he presses her to his chest. He sits down, positions her on his lap, holds her tightly. She winces when her butt is moved over his hard thigh, but keeps quiet right after, letting him settle her against him.

He exhales loudly, moves her hair. It's hard for him to just sit with her, let her come down from whatever is keeping her holed up in her head, let her come to terms with her new environment, her new life, her new role. He's not a patient man, but he knows that she needs it. The memory of asking her if she wanted this is clear in his mind, the innocent excitement in her eyes, how she said yes, having absolutely no idea what to expect, what he's capable of. It's almost as cute as her admission that she's had a crush on him.

Oh the poor, poor thing, letting silly little feelings cloud her better judgment.

For him, however, that has been the last puzzle piece falling into place. It's been an idea in the back of his head, for a while, and it had never worked out. But since she's stepped into his life, this sweet innocent girl, inexperienced, submissive, blinded by a childish infatuation, ready to be molded into something he wants her to be, he's known it'll work this time. She is perfect for this. Perfect to submit to him and him alone. And she'll learn to love it too, he's sure.

Right now she probably hates him, and he can't blame her. He's been a little unpredictable today. Asking her to cockwarm him (which has been quite the challenge for him too, an exercise in restraint, but no matter how he's felt about it, she's done a good job considering it has been her first time to do so), to rewarding her in a way she hasn't expected (having filled all her holes by now, he really can't decide which is his favorite, but luckily he doesn't have to decide, he can have them all, she is all his, to use and fill, use and fill, over and over again...), to testing her limits (and his, she sure has a way of bringing out the most primal urges in him, he's always had a high sex drive, but filling her up multiple times in a row is quite new to him). It's been an eventful morning.

He shifts slightly beneath her, coaxing a little hum out of her. His hand rubs along her back, soothingly, warm and heavy, and he feels her breathing deeper against him. But she's not asleep yet, no matter how worn out she may feel. His other hand finds her chin, gently pushing it up until he can see her hooded eyes, still a little unfocused, but when she meets his gaze, there's something else burning within them. Something like defiance, he can tell, and it brings a smirk to his lips.

He moves his finger over her jaw, carefully massaging it, and to his surprise the tension in her face lifts a little. She even bites her swollen lip. “Feels good, hm?” he whispers, applying light pressure to her strained jaw. “You've been such a good girl, holding my cock for so long,” he adds, looking at her with warm eyes. “Your little mouth felt so nice, you know that?”

His thumb moves along her bottom lip, gently nudges against it, slips higher, and maybe it's an instinct, maybe it's need, but she parts her lips and allows him to push it into her mouth. He's gentle, just presses it lightly onto her tongue, feels the wet warmth and soft texture. She watches him from under her lashes, while he pumps his thumb slowly in and out, still massaging her jaw with his fingers.

“Relax, it's okay.”

She does, closes her lips around his digit, even hollows her cheeks and sucks on it a little as she breathes deeper through her nose. He tilts his head down, nuzzles her cheek, then pulls his thumb out and presses his lips to hers. Leaning back, he smiles at her.

“Show me your little tongue,” he says, a whispered command, and she complies, blushing heavily as she hesitantly sticks her tongue out, pointed at first, then flat, and he smirks, leans in to close his lips around it, sucks on it, licks it softly. She winces slightly, but then her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a soft mewl, her tongue moving against his, meeting his motions.

The kiss is soft but messy, his hand closes around her jaw, holds her in place, as he tastes the inside of her mouth, meets her tongue, feels her lips. She's squirming on his lap, her small hands moving against his chest, fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt. She's slowly coming out of her shell. He shifts her on his thigh, makes her straddle him, and she lets him, his hands moving down her back to cup her rear, hold her, move her against him, kiss her deeper.

When they're both breathless, she's clinging to him, arms around his shoulders, forehead resting against his throat, her chest heaving. He rubs his hands along her sides, into the dip of her waist, over the swell of her hip, until they slip under the skirt of her dress and find her warm ass cheeks, fingers dipping between them. She lets out a little whimper, but he kisses the top of her head, shushing her.

“I don't want to hurt you, you know that, right?” he whispers when she leans her cheek on his shoulder and looks up at him, lips a little bit more swollen than before, cheeks flushed, eyes wandering over his face. “But,” he continues, kneading her rear softly, “you make me so goddamn crazy, it's really hard to hold myself back...”

She blinks at him, chewing on her lip. He moves his hands back up until he cups her face, pulling her closer to him, his eyes boring into hers. His fingers dig into her hair, a little hoarse gasp escapes her. Leaning down, he brushes his nose against hers.

“And you said you wanted this,” he says gravelly. “You wanted me to do these things to you... remember?”

She leans against his hands, tries to move back. He lets her, fingers gliding down her neck, resting on her shoulders as he watches her closely. Her lips move, but no sound comes out. Her tongue darts out, wets her lips, she takes a deep breath, her hand closing around her throat. “N-not... like... that,” she manages to croak out, her voice still raw, a breathy, hoarse whisper.

“No?” he replies, raising his eyebrows. “Did you expect me to make love to you under the covers, in the dark? Boring vanilla sex, in and out and done?” He laughs darkly, shakes his head. “Sweetheart, that's not what I do, and I thought you knew that...”

She furrows her eyebrows, a little pout to her full lips. “Aw, baby girl,” he coos, cupping her face. “Look at you. So fucking cute!” He kisses her small nose, smirking as he leans back and sees her averting her eyes, cheeks even redder than before.

“Be honest,” he then starts, and she yelps breathlessly when his hands quickly move down to grab her waist to shift her on his thighs, putting her sideways again, one hand on her lower back, the other heavy on her legs, spanning over both of her thighs as he holds her. “If I'd tell you how much I want to fuck you, right here on this couch, pressed into the cushions, or bent over the side or the back, your cute little cunt on display or your ass in the air, would you not imagine it too? Would you not be completely soaked by the thought alone?”

He watches her closely as he speaks, his hand slowly prying her legs apart, and when he's done, his fingers slip between her thighs, right against the thin fabric of her thong. A smile grows on his lips as he tilts his head.

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against her cheek as she turns her head away in embarrassment. “You're wet, baby, wet for all the vile things I wanna do to you...” She grabs his wrist, but he keeps his hand between her legs, pushing her damp panties between her folds, rubbing up and down. “Wet for me...” She squirms against him, quiet whimpers falling from her lips. “Don't fight it, it's okay. I want you to be wet for me, all the time, it tells me you're enjoying this...”

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, mewling quietly. He holds her side, pulling her against him as he nudges her legs further apart and slips his finger under her thong, dipping into her slick. Shushing her, he rocks her gently on his lap before he slips his fingertip into her dripping pussy, humming in approval at how well she takes him.

“Does it still hurt?” he whispers softly.

She mumbles something against his neck.

“Speak up.”

“N-no,” she mutters a little louder. “F-feels... g-good...”

“Yeah?” he says with a smirk, pumping his finger deeper, massaging her squishy flesh. “Feels good, huh?”

She nods against him, her stomach fluttering, thighs twitching slightly. He continues to rub her insides, slowly adds another finger, keeps the slow and steady pace. Her breaths are warm against his skin, rapid little huffs mixed with cute little cooing sounds. He bites his lip, forces himself not to move faster, not to plunge his fingers deeper, not to add another one or another.

Ugh. To have his whole hand in her tight little cunt, feeling every single clench against his fingertips, his knuckles, her entrance clamping around his wrist, pushing deep into her wet warmth, stretching her, hearing her whines and cries, seeing her tears... His cock twitches angrily against his pants. Fuck.

He leans his head back against the couch, stares at the ceiling, keeps fingering her slow and easy, two fingers, not more, in and out, gentle, soft, carefully. What has she done to him?

Her moans are quiet in his ear, barely there, but they make him move his fingers a little faster, a little deeper, her wetness squelching around them. He can feel the plug pressing against her soft walls from the other side, and she must feel it too with how she twitches against him. His own breaths are rougher, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood pumping into his cock. He turns his hand, adjusts the angle, keeps pumping, fingertips rubbing against her clenching muscles, and when she twitches a little more, he smirks, curling his fingers, pressing hard against her g-spot.

Her wail is hoarse, but louder than he's expected. Her hands grab at him, she squirms on his lap, gasping, whimpering, legs kicking, shoulders shaking. He watches her, head arching back, neck exposed, lips parted, mouth opening wider, eyes rolling back. He can feel her cunt clamping down on his fingers. His other hand grips her waist, holds her in place, as he curls his fingers into a claw and pushes in and out fast, always bullying that special spot, his thumb pushing against her clit with every deep plunge.

“Come for me, darling,” he whispers gravelly.

She cries out, struggling against him, hips bucking into his hand, and when she comes, she presses her thighs together hard, squeezing his hand, body curving and convulsing in sheer ecstasy. He stills his fingers, feels her muscles contracting around them, her wetness coating his skin, seeping out of her, she may even have squirted, but she's clamped her legs together before he could have seen it. Pity. He'll have to try to see that again, another time.

She's breathing heavily, collapsing against him, forehead pressed to his collarbone, hands clawed into his shirt, a little bundle of twitching limbs. “Good girl,” he coos, kissing the top of her head. She hums in response, mumbling something else he can't quite understand. “What was that, baby?”

She inhales sharply, moving her head, chin leaning against his clavicle as she looks up at him, red spots blooming on her cheeks. “Thank you,” she croaks hoarsely, a shy smile on her trembling lips.

He stares down at her, unable to resist smiling back. His cock twitches. He slowly pulls his fingers free from her clenching cunt, nudging her legs. She opens them reluctantly, blushing harder when she turns her head to look down. His hand is completely drenched, just like his pants, her wetness seeping through the fabric onto his thighs. “You made quite the mess, huh?” he says with a smirk.

An embarrassed whimper escapes her. “M'sorry,” she mumbles, burying her face back against his shoulder as she squirms on his leg.

“It's okay, you know what to do, right?” he replies, holding his wet hand up to inspect it, spreading his fingers, watching the thick strands of her cum connecting them.

His other hand moves up her back until he grips her nape, pulling her back so she looks at him. When she does, he brings his wet fingers to her lips, feeling his stomach tightening even more when she gingerly puts her small hands around his wrist and leans in, tongue extended, before she licks along his fingertip, then slowly sucks his digits into her mouth.

A groan escapes him. She looks up at him as she sucks on his fingers, his jaw clenching at the sight. The face of an angel, full lips strained around his knuckles, an innocent blush on her hollowing cheeks, but there's a fire in her eyes, a temptress, something that might ruin him completely. He breathes loudly through his nose. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he mutters through gritted teeth, a low thrum in the air, mirroring the throbbing of his cock.

Her tongue flicks around his fingers, slips between them, before she leans back and releases them with a wet popping sound, licking her lips before a shy smile grazes them. His hand, coated in her saliva, slips into her hair, grabs her face and pulls her up at the same time as he leans in, capturing her mouth for a searing kiss full of fervor. He's desperate to taste her, still fighting the urge to throw her onto her back or stomach and rail her with abandon.

Instead he plunges his tongue into her mouth, a little surprised just how hungry and passionate she responds to his motions. She wants this. She might fight the sensations, fight him, cry and whine and wail, but she's wet for him. She fucking wants this too. And the restraint is slipping...

One hand on her face, the other on her nape, he tilts her backwards, lips still connected, until she's lying beneath him. She's not even squirming when he adjusts on top of her, braced on his elbows, knee pressing between her legs, hovering over her, breathing harder through his nose. Her hands grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He's ready to devour her, his kiss nothing short of animalistic, rough, urgent. She mewls into his mouth, meets his tongue, his lips, his whole frame above her with a need that radiates warm and wet against his knee pressing hard into her sex.

“I know you're sore,” he groans against her, hands digging into her hair, hot breaths mingling. “But I gotta fuck you... right now...”

She looks at him, breathing hard, a glint of panic in her big eyes. He doesn't care. Kissing her cheek, he leans back, moves her legs around his waist as he kneels between them. Her dress is pushed up, balled between his fists as he takes deep, steadying breaths, staring down at her small shaking body in front of him, holding back, trying to, but then he just can't.

With gritted teeth and a loud grunt, he rips the dress from bottom to top, she yelps hoarsely, the fabric tears, until it's torn in half, and he wrestles it out from under her and throws it across the room. The sight of her small tits quivering, her chest heaving, nipples already erect, makes him growl.

His hands roam up her torso, so big on her small body, close around those soft mounds, knead them, rub them, while she mewls quietly, a mixture of shock and anticipation on her pretty face. He keeps groping her with one hand, while the other slips lower and pushes her thong aside; not to rip it as well is almost impossible, but somehow he manages it.

His head is fuzzy, throbbing with a desire that makes him almost blind. He opens his belt and his pants, pushes everything down with a shaking hand before he grabs his angrily throbbing erection and puts it straight against her entrance.

Her whimper causes him to look up, her panicked expression squeezes his heart – and his cock. He leans closer, hand moving from her breasts to her face, caressing it gently. “Shh, it'll be okay,” he rasps. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

She shivers, inhaling sharply, but when she nods, he smiles at her, kisses her quivering lips and leans back abruptly, his hand slipping down to her dripping cunt, palm rubbing over her folds before he grips his cock and lathers it in her wetness.

The tension in his stomach is painful. Without prolonging it any further, he prods his tip into her slick, nudges it into her inch by hard inch, ignoring her quiet wails. His grunt is loud and low when he slips in fully, savoring the way she grips him so perfectly.

His hands are on her waist, his eyes on her flushed face, contorted in fear and discomfort. He rolls his hips a few times, slow and steady, but his restraint is non-existent at that point. With a groan and a squeak from her, he lies down on top of her, braced on his forearms, body pinning her down, hands finding her face before he showers it with kisses.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growls against her. “So tight and warm...”

She lets out an unsteady breath, almost a little whine, but then her hands snake around his waist and grip the fabric of his shirt. He holds her gaze, wide watering eyes staring up at him, as he starts to move his hips, every slow downwards motion pushing her deeper into the cushions of the couch, and the more he moves, the faster he gets, until he's bouncing them steadily up and down.

Each deep plunge makes her gasp and moan, or so he thinks, her voice is still just that croaking sound in the back of her throat that tumbles over her parted lips. He's clearly overdone it. As much as he likes to fuck her throat, deep and hard, he has to be more careful in the future. Hearing her soft noises is something he doesn't want to miss.

He leans down and puts his mouth to hers, a messy kiss while he pounds into her tight heat, her walls clenching around him, squeezing his cock, wet squelches mixing with the squeak of the couch and her soundless little puffs of air. His own sounds are low groans, almost primal growls, predatory noises building inside him as he keeps ramming his hard cock into her soft pussy.

Her fingers claw at his shirt, fingernails digging deeper, her legs twitch, bouncing against his sides with every thrust, the heels of her feet hammering against his lower back. “Wrap your legs around me,” he grunts into her, giving her a moment of reprieve as he slows his motions. She does, crosses her feet, thighs pressed against his waist, holds onto him tightly, causing him to slip a little deeper. “Good... girl...” he huffs, watching her pupils dilate even further as she looks at him, this tiny thing beneath him, submitting to him so completely.

He leans back on his elbows, shoulders tight as he arches his back to move his pelvis against her, up and down, in and out, slowly picking up the pace again, his eyes on her every little twitch. Her face is flushed, mouth hanging open, eyes hooded and glistening, chest rising and falling fast, hair fanned out around her, exposing that delicious column of her neck – and the mark that's slowly fading on her skin. What has been a deep purple, has turned a brighter red mixed with edges of green and yellow, a slowly disappearing sign of his possession.

He can't have that.

So while he keeps snapping his hips against her, plunging deep and fast, he leans down to press his lips to her neck, kisses it, nibbles on it, sucks the blood to the surface, all along her pulse, rough pants against her skin as he marks her up all over again. He's quickly losing track of how many hickeys he's created, his vision starting to blur as his cock starts throbbing angrily inside her, his balls so tight it's almost painful.

To ease the tension, he moves his mouth to the soft flesh between her neck and her shoulder and sinks his teeth into it, biting down hard enough for her to squirm and cry out, her hands drumming on his back to make him stop. He does, licks up the blood that pools on the little indents of his teeth where he broke her skin. Sucking on it, it fills his mouth, turns him even more animalistic.

His thrusts are rapid now, his hips pistoning against her, cock plunging deep, definitely bruising her already battered cervix. She wails beneath him, hoarse little cries of pain, but her arms and legs are tight around him as she clings to him in an almost desperate fashion, and he can feel her hips trying to meet his fast movements. This spurs him on even more, and he shifts on his elbow, leans a little away, angles his pelvis, eyes on her face as he moves a hand between them, quickly finding her throbbing clit.

She gasps breathlessly, eyes widening, sweat clinging to her skin, hair stuck to her slick forehead. He stares at her, his own rapid breaths coming loud through his nose as he clenches his jaw, holding back as he focuses on her. “Come,” he orders. “Come for me...” he presses out through gritted teeth, rubbing her nub harder, rougher, while increasing the snaps of his hips, skin slapping against skin, her wetness squelching out loudly.

Her lips are quivering, breathless sounds slipping from them, a faint “Ah... ah... ah...” that echoes in his ears, and when he pinches her clit between his fingers, she manages a louder “Ahh!”, an almost scream that can't form in her hurting throat but still forces its way out of her. Her eyes roll back, shoulders pressing into the couch, spine curving into a beautiful arc, chest pushed upwards, hips bucking, legs tensing up, her fingernails like claws digging through his shirt into his back.

And her cunt clamps down on him hard, so hard it's his turn to groan louder. She comes with that delicious contortion of her body, a pliant little thing beneath him, convulsing uncontrollably, completely giving in to the pleasure that rushes through her. It's a sight that burns itself into the back of his mind.

He fucks her through her orgasm, panting heavily, hips slamming, cock being milked by the tight grip of her pussy, but before he can follow her over the edge, he leans back, grabs her waist, pushes himself to his knees, slips from her wet depths almost too easily. She's still caught in her release, slowly slumping back down into the cushions, limbs boneless, eyes closed, mouth open, unaware of him climbing over her until he's crouching over her chest, knees on either side of her shoulders.

“Open your mouth,” he grunts, barely able to speak with how hard his cock is throbbing in his tight fist. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused, quickly widening as she notices his new position. There's a deep furrow between her brows, fear in her glistening eyes, panic in the way her lips quiver. But she complies, slowly opens her mouth, tongue out flat, rapid little breaths through her nose as she stares up at him.

He doesn't wait long, can't wait any longer, as he pushes his hard cock into her mouth, holding it at the base, mindful not to push too deep (a restraint that surprises him despite the fuzzy state of his mind), his other hand closes around her throat, pushing her down as she starts to squirm, her hands clawing helplessly at his arms and knees, anywhere they can reach as he pumps his shaft hard and fast until he finally feels the sweet release.

He comes with a deep groan, head rolling back, his stomach tensing, balls twitching as he shoots his load onto her tongue and into her throat, and with how he holds her down, she can only take it, muffled whimpers ringing in his ears, turning into gurgles and panicked attempts to breathe. She's close to hyperventilating when he eventually pulls back, the last spurts of cum hitting her lips and cheeks, one shoots against her eyebrow and she flinches, squeezes her eyes shut, tears rolling down the sides of her face.

He leans back on his knees, cock slowly deflating in his hand as he moves his other hand from her throat to cover her mouth, holding it shut as he stares down at her. “Swallow,” he groans, panting above her like a wild animal.

Her eyelids flutter, her rapid breaths hitting his fingers, but eventually there's a quiet gulp, and another, her throat moving, jaw tensing, and when she stops, he takes his hand away and puts a finger to her bottom lip, prying her mouth open.

She presents her flat tongue to him, mouth wide and empty. A smile crawls onto his lips. “Good girl,” he whispers, wiping at her lips and her wet cheek. She looks at him then, breathing hard, face flushed, eyes burning with what he thought was defiance earlier. A little darkness behind the fear. He only smiles wider, moves his finger along her face and wipes up the glob of cum on her eyebrow before he holds it to her lips.

She may hate him again, or still, but she nevertheless follows the unspoken order and flicks her tongue around his fingertip, licking up his spend. He feeds her more until her face is more or less clean of him, and she takes every single drop. Then he shifts on her chest, hand flat on her cheek and leans down to give her an almost chaste kiss that seems to surprise her as she freezes before her hands close around his wrist, holding him there.

But he leans back, slips from her weak grip easily and climbs off her, putting his spent cock away while he watches her closely. Some would say she looks pathetic how she lies on the couch, a little beetle caught on its back, arms and legs splayed around her, hair messy, face wet, body covered in sweat and her own release, pussy glistening and still exposed, thong carelessly pushed aside. A used body. But for him it's an image he wants to see again and again.

His work. His marks on her. His claim inside her, swimming in her belly.

It would be an even better image if his cum would slowly drip from her clenching hole, but he can't do that until she's settled on birth control. That's the only restraint he's giving himself.

His eyes move down to the bejeweled base of the plug poking out of her ass. Something warm rushes through him. He sits down beside her, his hand running along her bare leg. She stiffens under his touch, dark eyes following his every move. His finger trails towards her wet cunt, but instead of touching it, he fixes her thong in front of it, rubbing softly over the fabric, gathering her wetness in it.

She flinches when he pokes at the plug – and yelps when he gives her inner thigh a playful slap. “Alright,” he says, inhaling deeply as he stands up, looking down at her. “Let's get cleaned up, hm?” Not waiting for any reply, he gathers her in his arms and carries her towards the bathroom.

Despite having just fed the beast within him, he can feel his cock twitching all over again as he thinks about what to do next to his pretty little plaything.

SIX 🟥 SEVEN 🟥 EIGHT

End notes: Can you even call this fluff in a story like this? Well, it was a little softer anyway, right? We all needed that after those last chapters...

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Feverish || Sam Golbach x Reader

You start getting a really bad fever. the problem about it is not the fever itself, it's the horny feeling that you always seem to get whenever you're sick.

contains: fluff into SMUT +18, soft!Sam, sick!Reader, Sam caring for reader, oral (m), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, cuddles, no mention of Y/n

a/n: surprise update!

word count: 2k

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Everything was moving. Your vision was playing tricks on you as you saw your ceiling moving around. You felt your body heavy, confused as to what was happening.

You can't remember the last time you got sick, even more so having this bad of a fever.

You felt cold, but your body was burning up.

It was around 3 in the evening and you haven't gotten out of bed yet, sweating all over your bed as your pants were the only thing you could think about. Hugging the sheets tightly as you felt yourself shivering.

Sam was supposed to come to your house today. He's been texting, trying to ask if you needed anything before he gets there, but to no use. You left your phone on the kitchen counter last night, and you felt too tired to try and look for it.

Not only tired, but turned on for some reason. Your body felt extremely needy and you were too delusional at the time to really think about anything else.

Minutes later, there was Sam at your door, knocking. Since you didn't respond, he decided to take the spare key you hid just in case. You didn't even notice the door opening when he suddenly asked your name.

Opening your eyes and looking at the door, you saw him hurriedly walking closer to you.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, touching your exposed shoulder from the oversize you wore to sleep. "You're burning up."

You softly blinked while looking at him, "Angel...?" You said, having some white dots blind your vision, making him look mystical in your eyes. You tried touching him. "You're an.. angel?" You touched his cheek, only for him to hold your hand down.

"Close, I'm your boyfriend." He smiled, kissing your warm hand. "Baby, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking around. "Where's your phone?"

"Dunno... C'mere." You tried to push him closer to you with the little to no strength you had. "Cuddles."

"Hold up, let me find you some medicine real quick." He said, walking away. You whine, wanting him close to you. Trying to reach out, you end up falling from the bed, now whining at the ache in your body.

He quickly turns back after hearing you. "Oh, god. Are you okay?? Did you get hurt?" Worry in his voice as he picks you up bridal style. You reassure him you were fine. "Be careful, okay?" He kisses your cheek and tries to set you back down on the bed, but you've trapped him now.

"No." You pout, holding him by the neck with your new found strength, not wanting to let go.

"Baby." He laughs at how clingy you suddenly got. He sighs, "Alright, c'mere." He positions your legs around his waist, holding you by the ass. You quickly adjust yourself, getting comfortable as you rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him right.

He softly rubs your back while walking out of the room. Wasting no time, he quickly looks for some medicine and some clean towels to at least try and cool down your fever.

Even though your eyelids felt heavy, you made sure you were able to kiss his neck while he was doing whatever he was doing. It made him laugh at the touch.

"At least you seem to be having fun. You're sweating like crazy though..." He whispers, feeling the sweat drip down your back.

Looking back at the kitchen, he noticed it was extremely dry and clean. "Have you eaten anything?" He asks, knowing that you don't usually leave the kitchen this clean until it's the end of the day since, quoting yourself, 'why clean twice if you'll use them again'.

"No." You whispered, almost unnoticed due to your voice suddenly getting raspy, giving him shivers as your kisses on his neck keep on going. It seems to be keeping you sane from the world spinning so quickly.

"So I'm guessing you haven't gotten out of bed 'til now?" You hummmed. "I'll take that as a yes. Well then." He sighs and walks towards the counter, sitting you down. He softly takes your hands off his neck, making you open your eyes to look at him with a frown.

He laughs at the site, cupping your face and kissing your nose. "I'll be here, I'm going to make you something to eat, but first..." He grabs some pills and a cup of water. "Let's try and cool that fever down."

Without much arguing, you drink the pill down while you look at him cook for you. For a moment, your vision turned normal and you were gazing his way, almost hypnotized by him.

You just wanted to hug him, cuddle with him underneath the sheets while he caresses your hair. Being on top of him, straddling him while you were fast asleep on his chest.

He certainly understood the assignment, since he kept on giving you soft kisses and hugs while he was working on your quick meal.

Although you wanted nonstop touching, you were able to manage for the moment. Merely because you got lost in his figure.

Such a sweet boyfriend you had.

He knew you too well. The food he made was not much, but enough for you to be able to munch it down without problem, just in case you get too full and throw it all up.

He made sure to help you eat, passing a cold towel on your shoulders and face to try and cool you off in the meanwhile.

It did work for a short while.

After some food, you opened your arms towards him, expecting him to carry you back to bed, and so he did.

You don't quite know exactly what was it about your bed that made you feel this way, but as soon as you knew you were inside your room, the urge to merely cuddle changed to sexual desire. As if some aphrodisiac went into your system as soon as you saw him close to a bed.

You sighed on his neck at the feeling, making him shiver. Your dilated eyes being a dead giveaway of your vivid thoughts, not even mentioning your quickly damping panties.

As soon as he tried to lie you down on the bed, you held his face and kissed his lips. He smiled in between and kissed back. Since your legs were surrounding his hips, you moved him to the side, making him lie down next to you.

Hurriedly putting yourself on top of him, you began grinding on his lap, gaining a moan in the midst of the kiss. As you both separated, trying to regain your breath, he sighed your name.

"You look... so good." You panted, hearts in your eyes. "I wanna taste you, Sammy." Your hand was moving through his chest, slowly falling down to the top of his pants.

"S-sweetheart, you're sick... you're supposed to be resting." He said, trying to calm himself down, but his body telling the truth. You felt his rising boner underneath you.

"After..." You whispered, holding onto the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. "I want this..." You continued, releasing his quickly growing friend.

And who was he to protest in your needs? If it is something you believe might make you feel better, so be it.

He sighed when he felt your warm hand over his dick, slowly and painfully touching his tip. He groaned at the feeling, while your mouth was basically watering at his sounds and the look on his face.

You moved to the side, getting your face closer to his dick while your ass was on the air. Licking his tip, you saw his face. A mix of love and lust filled his panting face.

You loved it.

You didn't make him wait much, licking his length before your hand started moving up and down. Sucking onto his tip, you wasted no time and started bobbing your head up and down, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, throwing his head back and putting the back of his hand infront of his lips, unable to close his mouth from the pleasure you were giving him. You kept sucking the tip every time you were on the edge of pulling out, it was driving him crazy.

He didn't last long, to say the least. His orgasm quickly reaching as you separated your mouth and started moving your hand faster, opening your mouth, waiting in anticipation.

Moaning, he came all over your face. Whatever got in your mouth you quickly gulped down, licking your lips while looking at his flustered stare.

"Sam." You sighed, giving a quick lick to his tip as you separated from it and crawled towards his face. Kissing and straddling him once again, he held onto your waist.

"You look so needy today, sweetheart." He smiled, grabbing your ass, pushing you down onto him once again, moaning as you feel his heat rubbing your clothed cunt.

"Fuck, Sam. Please..." You panted his name, shivering at the feeling. "I need you."

"Need me to help you, baby?" He said in a deep, romantic voice. You nodded prefusely at his comment.

It seems like a piece of your consciousness went missing for a second, since when you regained it, you had no clothes on. Sam's firm hands on your hips while he positioned himself in your pussy, knowing you were probably too needy for preparation.

In goes the tip, shortly followed by a slow thrust that made you whine, holding his shirt. He grunts for a moment.

"You okay, babe?" He caresses your ass, feeling you quickly tense up, choking his tip with your tightness. You nodded, trying to relax your muscles.

"Keep... going." You sighed, while he peppered your face with kisses. He moved your ass down with caution to not hurt you, slowly. Tempting.

When you were all settled, it took you a few moments to completely relax. As you felt more comfortable, you started moving your hips, letting him know he could move.

Taking notice of your actions, he helped you out. It didn't take long for him to start thrusting quickly inside of you, listening to your moans, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

He switched positions, putting you underneath and lifting one of your legs on top of his shoulders. Hitting those spots he couldn't before, you felt bliss. Your eyes rolled back while you arched your back.

While he went back to your warm, sweaty neck to leave some hickeys, you hugged him. Grabbing his shirt and clawing his back on accident, you surely left some marks to look at later.

You were on de edge of climax, twitching at the knot in your stomach forming up, whimpering. "Fuck, Sam, I'm... I'm coming." Hearing those soft, sexy sounds come out of your mouth, he could've easily cum right there.

"Come for me, baby." He whispered in your ear, speeding up his thrusts. After you moaned loudly and came all over his dick, he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and releasing himself on your stomach.

Trying to regain your breath, he kissed your lips softly. Standing up, he went to the bathroom and came back with a clean towel to wipe you clean, kissing softly some random parts of your body while he's at it.

You yawned, noticeably exhausted after the session. He smiled at you, fixing you up before lying down next to you and holding you protectively in his arms. "Now we can cuddle." He said.

You hugged back, remembering that other urge that you had before, and successfully taking advantage of the situation you put yourself in. It felt good to be in his arms, even more so when his soft pats on your head seemed so dreamy and kind. The kisses on your forehead making it even better.

A few hours of cuddling later, you felt much more better. In fact, you felt better than most days after you sweat off all of that fever up and took a small nap, and it was all thanks to the best boyfriend ever.

"Are you okay, love?" You asked after he stood up from the bed but stopped moving.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got dizzy." He chuckled. You stood up to touch his forehead, thinking of the possibility.

"...you're burning up." Unfortunately, your suspicion was right. You accidentally gave him a fever.

The question is...

Is he the same as you when you get sick?

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

fun fact there was a time where i actually got a horrible fever but i got so clingy and cuddly with everyone around me, so this is based on a true story LMAO (without the hot, sexy boyfriend unfortunately)

-nikkõ

[uwupaige]

the nanny [paige bueckers] part six

[chapters 9 & 10]

read part five here!

chapter nine: thanks china man!

warnings: dialogue heavy, straight men.

walking into the large children's gym for the third time this week, catherine appreciated the slight change in temperature, the november storrs breeze bothering her more than when she assumed this morning, the thin black zip up she sported doing almost nothing. she was just glad she bundled up the little girl currently holding her hand in a long sleeve and a jacket before they left the house.

madison was attending her third 'practice' for the sports program paige had signed her up for the week prior at catherine's request. catherine wondered what sport she wanted to play today. on monday, she opted for soccer, still not over the ball game her nanny showed her. however, that wednesday, paige convinced her to try out basketball. and she liked it way too much, relishing how she could be just like her mom.

the pair wandered about the building, looking for the sign in sheet, discussing which sport she decided on today. to no one's surprise, she wanted to play basketball again.

after signing both of their names on the near full stack of papers, catherine let go of madison's hand momentarily.

"can i write my name?" the small girl asks, hands coming to rest on the white folding table that was chest level with her.

catherine chuckled at the curly headed girl, handing her the black ball point pen. "have at it."

madison excitedly stole the pen from catherine's grasp, peering over the sheet on her tip toes as she wrote her name, having practiced it for nearly two months at school. "m.. a.. d.. d.. i.. e.." she sounded out the letters of her name, taking her time. catherine appreciated how spread out each letter was, taking up way too much space on the provided line.

laughing lightly at the girl, she took hold of her hand once more, leading her down the long hallway of small gyms, each full of sounds of sneakers squeaking, children laughing, and parents making small talk.

finding the basketball gym they had been in just a couple of days prior, madison excitedly tried to free her hand of catherine's stronger grip. the woman just held onto her small hand until she stopped trying to run away. "hey, wait up, mama."

huffing, madison found herself at eye level with a crouched catherine. the woman eyed the girl, madison already knowing what the look was for. "sorry for huffing." she muttered.

"that's okay." the brunette assures, "i just wanted to tell you that i'm gonna go sit on the bleachers and watch you until your mom gets here. she's picking you up, so don't go looking for me. okay?" she explained to the small girl as easily as she could.

madison nodded, excited to finally go play her sport. catherine stood up, releasing the girls hand, madison taking that as her sign to go.

the woman watched the excited girl run up to some friends she made on monday, saying hi to the older woman as she coached the group of children.

catherine made her way up the creaky bleachers of the small and simple basketball court, finding a seat off to the side from majority of the other parents and gaurdians there.

plopping down onto the uncomfortable metal seats, she reached into her purse, hand searching around for both her phone and earbuds. snapping the earbuds into her cellphone, the girl scrolled through it momentarily before she found her lesson notes for that week. placing the earbuds comfortably in her ears, catherine clicked the first part of the lesson, getting ready for a boring hour until paige arrived to relieve her.

a mere twenty minutes went by before catherine felt someone plop down on to the empty space beside her. looking up, she caught the side profile of the blonde she grew so comfortable with. she noticed she was trying to make conversation with her, maybe not realizing the earbuds blocking her words out. the pair barely had time to talk this past week, their last real conversation being that fateful halloween night.

paige began to worry that her slight forwardness that night had began to push catherine away. and she wanted to do all but that.

the pair fell asleep exactly how they initially wound up together: heads resting on shoulders and hands on exposed thighs, paige subconsciously drawing soft scratches to the tan skin, lulling catherine to sleep in her half drunken state. the blonde was soon aware of her friend sleepiness, unable to see her face, but not wanting to move and possibly wake her up. little did she realize, the sounds of catherine's gentle breathing were soon putting her to sleep, her eyes heavy until they were outweighed, falling asleep. somehow the most comfortable in an uncomfortable position.

she tried desperately not to overthink catherine's missing person next to her the morning after, having been woken up by a very hungry madison.

"whatchu listenin' to?" paige asked the brunette to the right of her, feet resting on the bleachers in front of her. catherine definitely didn't miss her appearance, her practice shirt with the letters 'uconn' written straight across wrinkled in various places. she had just gotten back from practice.

"the harmonic melodies of.. chapter eleven: the red badge." the woman joked in reference to her homework, paige giving her a polite chuckle at that.

"she's doing really well," the blonde commented out of nowhere, the first to break the short silence.

catherine yanked for her earbuds, the headphones falling swiftly from her ears as she paused the ongoing lecture on her phone. looking back up to catch paige watching intently at a small children running around, catherine let out a small laugh. "how can you tell?"

"she's really focused." paige explained, the brunette to the side of her just nodding. "wish i knew she was into basketball like that."

"to be fair, i'm sure she didn't know she was into it either." catherine spoke matter of factly, not immediately recognizing the sort of sad tone to paige's words.

"true.. i mean, she's never even been to one of my games."

the brunette just shrugged, unsure of why paige was acting the way she was. "then take her to one."

paige shakes her head slightly and catherine's brows furrowed. this was not how paige normally was. typically more confident in her words and how she felt about things. "i don't know, she's never asked."

"oh, my god." catherine rolled her eyes affectionately to the woman beside her, "wake up, paige. she's five. stop beating yourself up thinking she hates you or something."

paige appreciated her tough forwardness, knowing it was coming from a place of care. however, nothing would make her feel okay about the immense guilt that would overtake her sometimes. "i've just missed so much of her life, it's hard not to think like that."

catherine sighs, "do you know how much she talks about you?" she asks, her question rhetorical but her voice soft. before paige could answer, the woman continued. "she loves you, a lot. you're her mom."

paige lets her words hang, lingering in the air that's somehow become stuffy in a matter of seconds. after a few moments of silence, she speaks. "how'd you get her to call me mom?.. i mean, like, how did you get her to talk about it?"

catherine was stumped. she didn't know how to answer the question when it happened, and still didn't know now. "i-i don't know.. i just asked?" she shrugged, hoping it didn't come off as her not caring. she just truly didn't know. it all just happened. "well, she asked me why i called you her mom, and then she told me 'grandma' would tell her that she shouldn't call you mom 'because you didn't act like one.'"

paige scoffed, almost knowing that's what was going to leave the brunettes mouth. "course she did."

catherine cocked an eyebrow, "yeah? what's going on with that?"

paige just tilted her head like she was looking for the right words. "my mom, uh, was mad that my dad and stepmom took in maddie and let me go away to college.. she thinks i should've stayed."

"do you think that?"

"at the time, i was thinking more for the future. y'know, i could have a very successful career after going to uconn.. i dunno, i guess i was just thinking that if i just spent a few years getting my shit together, i could give her a really good life—one i never had."

"and that's all that matters right now." catherine spoke, confidently and wisely. "your intentions are nothing but good. there is nothing to feel guilty about." catherine comforts the woman beside her.

she could see paige wasn't much for agreeing with her. she felt there was everything to feel guilty about. catherine sighs, taking her eyes off of the saddened blonde, looking straight ahead. "look," she starts. "maddie loves you. okay? she loves having you here. don't harp on the old stuff. you're just gonna end up projecting your feelings and guilt onto her." catherine explains. "and that's not fair to her.. she needs you as your best version of yourself.. and she'll understand when she's older. why you did what you did." catherine pauses.

paige swoops in, almost wanting to end the conversation where it was at to avoid her going down an even deeper rabbit hole of emotions. "thanks, cat." paige said, genuinely.

catherine shrugs, a humble face giving paige a small smile. "anytime.." she trails off, watching as paige's smile replicated hers, now turning to look out into the crowd. "so.. do i get a raise for being your part time therapist?"

paige lets out a laugh at that, "you wish."

walking down the stands, paige and catherine mindlessly conversed, throwing around a random topic that peaked their interest when they were on the bleachers.

soon, an excited madison was running up to the pair, throwing her arms around paige. pulling away momentarily, a smile plastered on both of their faces as they spoke their greetings, madison turns to see catherine, another wave of excitement taking over, soon throwing her arms around the brunette.

"i thought you were going home!" her small voice spoke loud over the noise of the other children reuniting with their families.

"your mom kept me talking." catherine says, nudging paige with a smile.

paige rolled her eyes playfully, looking down at the curly head before her. "whatever." she sasses, "what do you wanna get for diners?"

"hmm.." the small girl thought out loud, a finger coming to rest on her lips as she contemplated. "oo, chinese!"

"mm, i'm down." paige agrees, a hand coming up to her rumbling stomach. she then bends down to whispers something into her daughters ear, hand coming up to hide her words, eyeing catherine in the process. all the brunette could do was chuckle.

madison jumps when paige is finished relaying her secret, agreeing enthusiastically before she turns to her nanny. "cat, do you wanna have dinner with us?" her small and excited voice asked, trying to seem like she had came up with the idea all on her own.

catherine's heart warmed immediately at her invite, a pout wanting desperately to play on her lips. looking between the two, she felt a rush of peace course through her. however, she also felt a rush of anxiety. she wasn't sure why. it had been that way since halloween. something about being in a casual friend setting with paige started to make her nervous. "uh.." she sighed, "i'm sorry, mama. i have to go." she spoke, hesitation in her words.

paige spoke before she thought, "what? why?"

"gotta get to the laundromat before they close. i desperately need my everyday clothes back."

"wash it at my place." paige said simply, almost always confident in her words. more confident than she was just moments prior. paige watched the woman's hesitation, her mind too trailing to the night of halloween. though nothing happened, things took a change. and neither of them could quite place it.

luckily, paige had the charm of her five year old daughter.

"please, cat?" madison pleaded, dragging out her words and pulling out her very convincing doe eyes on the taller woman.

how could catherine say no?

˚✧.*

the sound of practiced knocking at the buecker's front door immediately had madison perching up in her spot on paige's lap.

the three of them had been hanging out on the couch, a kid's show madison liked to call 'ladybug' playing. paige had either been starring off into space or trying to chat with catherine. however, catherine was finding herself seriously invested in the super hero show.

"is that it?" the small girl asked, in reference to their dinner being delivered. looking back at paige, she watched as her mom simply nodded.

catherine sits up from her spot on the dark grey couch, seated directly next to paige, their positions mimicking how they once sat on this very couch only a week ago. "i'll go get it."

"wait, wait, can i come too?" an excited madison asked, hopping off of paige's lap before either of the women could grant her wish.

both chuckling at the girl as she ran past catherine, desperate to make it to the door first, paige just looks past her shoulder at the brunette. "my wallets on the counter."

catherine walked past, grabbing the lavender leather smoothly and holding it up to show paige she retrieved said wallet, going to meet madison as she fumbled with the lock.

with the assistance of her nanny, she swung the front door open, quick to greet the young man before her. "hello!"

the man smiled, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "hey," he greeted back just as enthusiastically. he then looked up to find catherine's eyes, "hi." he greeted politely at the woman in front of him.

"hi, how are you?" catherine spoke in casualties.

"not too bad." the man responded, looking down at madison once again. "this for you?" he asks, slightly nudging the brown paper bag full of food towards the small girl.

madison simply nodded. "yeah." she spoke, grabbing the bag from him confidently. "thanks, china man!" the girl spoke before walking back inside.

the young man couldn't help but laugh at that, catherine's jaw dropping momentarily before a small laugh left her lips as well. "oh, god. sorry about her."

"nah, nah." he deflected her words, assuring her it was okay. "she yours?"

catherine shook her head, her hands finding paige's wallet that she had stuffed into her pockets not too long ago. "not exactly." she answered, pulling out the wallet. "sorry, how much did you say it was?"

though he had never told her, he decided to be polite and not correct her. "uh, $39." the man watched as catherine dug through the small light purple wallet, pulling out a few bills. "but, honestly, don't worry about it."

catherine looked up, money prepared in hand, confusion playing on her face. "oh, no—you don't have to do that. it's a lot of food." she explained, declining his generous offer.

reluctantly, the man accepts her money, digging in his own work pouch for her change. "keep the change." catherine says before he could pull anything out, considering the extra cash to be his tip. he began to protest, catherine picking up on these as casualties. "seriously, i insist."

the man nodded, still searching for the woman's change. "honestly, a better tip would be your number." he spoke, his words smooth, catching catherine off gaurd.

"my number?" catherine asked. not even flattered, just straight up confused.

"mhm. i think you're gorgeous." the man spoke, his words as smooth as before. and now the small smile he was giving her allowed for hundreds of butterflies to infiltrate her stomach.

laughing nervously with an appreciative smile, the woman tries to respond. "oh, um, thank you—"

however, she wouldn't even be able to get all of her words out before she was interrupted by paige's overwhelming presence, feeling her friend behind her in a matter of seconds.

"sup," paige starts, looking like she's trying to shimmy her way in between the man and the woman. catherine wasn't one to stand down, never losing eye contact with the man as she stayed firm in her spot, paige having to opt to be next to her. "did we not give you enough?" the woman asks, in reference to how much they owed the man for their dinner.

it took the man a second to snap out of his flirting ways when he saw paige walking up, about to try and smooth talk her as well until he realized she probably wasn't the one to be doing all of that with. "uh, nah." he started, a nervous hand coming to rub and squeeze the back of his neck. "just tryna give her, her change back."

paige simply just shook her head, briefly stepping past catherine to grab the front door. "keep it. have a good night." the woman assured before closing the door on the man.

locking the door, she walks past catherine right back down the small hall she was once listening into their conversation in. "weirdo."

hearing those words leave paige's lips, catherine scoffed quietly, turning on her heel to follow the woman down the corridor. "i thought he was nice."

catherine watched the back of paige's shoulder go up and down, shrugging in disagreement, her blonde hair fanned across her back and shoulders. walking into the kitchen, they both continued their conversation.

"asking a girl for her number at her front door as a stranger is weird." paige said matter of factly, as she unloaded the large brown paper bag she just had to help madison bring in.

the brunette shrugs, walking up to the cabinet where paige kept all of her plates. grabbing three plastic ones, she walks them back to the island counter where paige began lining up each container of food. "to be fair, it's not my house."

paige barely had to think of her answer, a thumb coming up to her lips to wipe away whatever food she got on it. "might as well be the way you cook and clean."

"because no one else will," the woman spoke as confidently as paige did, a few head nods to follow. "plus, i get paid for it."

paige turns to face catherine completely, a hip leaning against the granite counter top, her arms crossing over her chest. she tried to read the woman, wondering what she had been trying to get at. was she seriously trying to get the man's number? "well, right now i'm paying you to eat dinner with us." paige spoke, dipping her head ever so slightly to the woman.

looking up from her not yet filled plate, catherine catches paige's eyes. "well, that sounds pathetic."

standing back up straight, paige shrugs, going back to filling her plate. "aight, go get his number. maybe he'll give you more free food since imma eat yours."

catherine laughs at that, a fake pout on her lip. "aww, scared i'll find a new best friend?"

it's paige's turn to laugh, watching as catherine fills the plastic plate with small portions of food. "oh, we're best friends now?"

placing the plate in front of madison, who was patiently waiting for her food since the women walked back into the kitchen moments prior, catherine shrugs. "might as well be, the way you be asking me to hang out all the time."

"ah, sorry. 'scuse me for saving your social life."

"fuck off." catherine joked back, madison looking up from her plate frantically at that.

"fuck is a bad word, cat."

it took everything for the two of them to not laugh at the girl.

"yes, you're right." catherine agreed, small laughs escaping through her words. "so, don't say it again."

catherine wanted to sit there and think about why paige was adamant enough to make sure she didn't talk to that guy. why she was so eager to have dinner together. why she kept having catherine around more than she needed her. was she just being a good friend? looking out for her?

"oh, i got you somethin'." paige spoke out of no where, finishing up a bite of her food.

catherine watched as she walked over to the high up cabinet that rested over her refrigerator, opening it. she heard the sounds of bottles clinking together, a curious smile on her face.

that was until paige pulled back—a tall, dark bottle in her hands. before the blonde could even speak, catherine was immediately laughing. "stop. you didn't."

the blonde smugly walked over to the woman, nodding and shrugging as nonchalant as possible. "i did."

rolling her eyes playfully at those words, catherine takes the bottle from paige's hands gently, turning it a few times in her hands to read the label. it was an aged wine, possibly one of catherine's favorites. one she normally only bought on special occasions. "why?"

paige shrugged again, not really knowing the answer to her question. she had just thought to do it. "dunno.. if you're staying here late, or overnight.. y'know."

once again that evening, the brunette's heart felt full, and she was warm throughout her body, a sense of comfort she only really felt when she was with paige and madison. "that's.. so sweet, thank you." catherine says, genuinely.

paige had already went back to eating her food, just giving catherine a simple nod. "for sure."

catherine too picked up her plate once again, though she wouldn't be able to focus on it. her eyes kept wandering over to the blonde, who had started to become more and more intriguing the more time she spent with her.

paige was unlike any friend she had ever had. and she loved everything about that.

"what is that?" a small voice interrupted catherine's thoughts, finding it to be madison's curious one.

"mom juice." paige answered quickly and casually, as to convince the girl as much as possible.

however, that's was nearly impossible now at the sounds of catherine laughing at that.

chapter ten: take my breath away.

catherine's feet ached as she quickly roamed the small but overwhelming florist section of the grocery store closest to vinyl. the woman picked up an early shift at the club, which was actually just a bar during the day, hoping to take home a few extra dollars in tips. what she didn't expect was a rush that kept her almost an hour past her scheduled time.

looking down at the time displayed on her phone screen, catherine's eyes bulged. the digital clock read 5:06, and she was definitely wasn't going to make it to paige's apartment by the time she had promised.

today was paige's first game of the season, and though she wouldn't admit it to many, catherine could tell she was extremely nervous. and, she wanted to get her flowers..

as a good luck charm! of course.

the woman's eyes wandered the selection of flowers, ranging from bright, red roses to soft, white lillie's. catherine wondered if she was overthinking the whole flower idea, but tried to silence her thoughts in the soft pink tulips she had been deciding on.

she loved the delicacy of them, feeling a sense of calm rush over her when she first laid eyes on them. she wanted paige to feel calm, she wanted something to ease her nerves. being friends and all, catherine and paige started to be able to read the other more than other people could.

looking down at the time on her phone once more, she made a rush decision and picked the tulips, her tired feet carrying her to the checkout stand as fast as they could.

˚✧.*

madison sat comfortably on the carpeted part of her living room floor, a toy truck in hand. the girl had spent the last few minutes ramming the truck relentlessly into the t.v. stand in front of her, which was also playing a show of her choice. the 'ladybug' superhero show, as she called it.

paige had been sat in her pregame outfit on the couch with her laptop seated comfortably with her as she clicked away at the homework on her screen. the woman spent the past twenty minutes telling her daughter to keep the noise down and to stop attacking her furniture, and though the girl would listen at first, she was right back at it only minutes later.

the blonde wondered how catherine did this everyday, already exhausted at the constant back and forth between her and the five year old. sometimes she wished she could just call her to come over. sometimes for madison, sometimes for herself. something about catherine's presence was, at times, eerily calming. how she could stay composed in a lot of situations paige would absolutely crumble under. how she somehow managed to hold the answer and solution to every worry or every problem the bueckers ever faced.

paige thought about her often, her mind wandering to the woman in any given situations. she'd wonder what catherine did with her spare time, normally assuming she was nose deep in an assignment or deep cleaning her apartment.

or maybe she was doing something new to her hair. the blonde could have sworn catherine wore a different hair style everyday. she thought it was cute, the styles always fitting her so well. the were simple, but cute and complimenting to her soft locks. oh, her hair looked so soft and so healthy. paige would imagine the day she could run her fingers through the chocolate brown strands, the feeling soothing her calloused finger tips.

or maybe she was doing her nails. paige always noticed the woman's seemingly fresh manicure, and how it would feel when catherine ran her hand down her arm whenever she tried to comfort her, the soft scratches leaving a trail of fire down her smooth skin. she liked the contrast of the dark red polish that made her seem mature to the light pink polish a week later that made her seem vibrant.

or maybe she was simply just relaxing, stretched out on her cream colored couch, history book in hand. paige always loved the small moments they had to relax together. the pair sat on the couch, a shared blanket sitting across their laps (mainly catherine's because she always stole it), madison curled up by her side with a show playing quietly in the background as they talked about their days, homework they were stressed about, or whatever else was on their minds. the woman always relished those moments, and she sort of missed them.

she felt like catherine had been away more in recent weeks, leaving shortly after the woman returned home instead of staying to have dinner with her, and dismissing her invitations to hang out, whether alone or with the team. she tried her best to avoid the thoughts, but they were frequent.

however, paige could always rely on her daughter to keep her from her own mind by her loud ass toys.

"ah!" the small girl screamed, whatever game she was playing in her mind clearly getting intense.

closing her eyes at the sound of madison, yet again, slamming her blue, toy truck into paige's nearly brand new t.v. stand, paige sighed. "madison.."

madison could hear the seriousness of her mothers tone, the blue truck coming to a complete halt in her hand. "yes?" she responded, hesitantly looking up to catch the scary blue eyes that said everything paige needed to.

"i'm not playin' witchu," paige started, madison sighing to herself before she backed away from the t.v. stand.

pouting, the girl eventually put her toys away, a habit catherine stowed upon her, eventually making her way towards her mom. climbing up the couch paige was still resting on, madison fell to the woman's side. wiggling beside the woman to get herself comfortable against her, madison watched as paige clicked random keys on her device. naturally, paige let an arm fall over her daughters body, hugging the girl into her side as her eyes stayed glued to the screen.

the girl opted to watch her cartoon quietly for a few minutes before, again, interrupting the silence.

"mom?" madison speaks out of nowhere, eyes looking down at the small uconn jersey she was sporting, matching paige's almost identically, as she picked relentlessly at the printed '5'.

paige looks down slightly at the small girl with curiosity. "wassup?"

"i'm bored." the girl dragged out, dramatizing her feelings greatly.

paige nodded, "i know, babe. just a little longer."

madison sighed again, the boredom absolutely overwhelming in her mind. "when're we leaving?"

the pair were waiting for catherine to arrive, eagerly awaiting paige's first game of the season. catherine insisted on bringing madison, which, in turn, meant she too was attending.

paige wouldn't lie and say she wasn't nervous about bringing madison. no one really knew paige had a kid, and she knew that after tonight, there was a big chance of it coming out. she wasn't embarrassed or shy about the fact by any means, she just wasn't sure what to do. how to respond to the overwhelming questions she expected would come, and the invading ones. madison's safety was one of her biggest priorities, and possibly jeopardizing that made her nervous.

"whenever cat gets here." the blonde answers. "which better be soon, because i need warm up."

"i can help you!" madison offers, nothing but the excitement from her amazing idea coating her words.

paige smiles down at the girl once again, a shocked expression on her face to appeal to the five year old. "you can?"

"mhm." madison hummed confidently, "i know how to play basketball like you now, too!"

paige let out a soft laugh before closing her laptop screen. she was studied out for the day, deciding maybe she should give it a break and hang with her daughter. "bet, aight." she spoke before getting up and trucking over to the basket madison had just 'neatly' put back together minutes prior.

digging around in the basket of toys that laid neatly in the corner of the living room, paige found a small, light, pink basketball, practically waiting for them. since madison has started playing sports, some of her stuffed animals were quickly replaced by a variety of balls that correlated with different sports, the small girl absolutely adoring each and every sport she tried out.

taking the pink ball in hand, paige quickly tossed it over to daughter as she nudged the small coffee table to the same corner the toy filled basket resided with her shin, allowing more space for their roughhousing.

the pair let the ball bounce between them. paige obviously went easy on the girl, letting her make shots into the basket of toys they declared would be the net. though, she did relish the few times she would block madison with ease. or how the girl would fume when paige would steal the ball, and all paige could imagine was steam leaving her red ears.

they were absolutely disturbing their neighbors below them.

"see, mom? now you are playing with me!" the girl spoke, paige laughing as the saying she spoke earlier completely went over madison's head.

it wasn't long into their small and crammed scrimmage that catherine arrived, the pair almost dismissing the sound of her keys jiggling out of the lock and the wrapped up pink flowers in her free hand.

"sorry, sorry, i got stuck at the club." the woman spoke before noticing the sight, absolutely adoring it. "that's all the jumping around i heard." catherine spoke, a small laugh in her words and she walked in further, not bothering to lock the door behind her.

looking up the second her words registered in her head, paige's brows furrowed, dismissing everything else. "the club?" in a quick move, madison was stealing the ball from paige's hands and 'dunking' the pink basketball into her net, a satisfied 'yes!' leaving her lips.

the brunette's face mimicked paige's confusion, brows furrowing as well. "yeah?"

"you still work there?"

a small laugh left her lips, the feeling of madison clinging harshly to her leg eliciting it out of her. her hand reached down to rub the girls back as she spoke, "yeah, i never quit." catherine responded before continuing with her explanation, "i just pick up a few shifts here and there."

guess that's what she does in her free time, the woman concluded to herself.

paige wondered as she turned off the t.v. before she walked around the room for her bags and car keys, ready to leave as soon as possible, not even noticing the flowers in catherine's hands.

after grabbing her necessities, the blonde turned to find catherine eyeing her expectantly. paige couldn't help but furrow her brows once again, wondering what catherine was trying to remind her of. taking a step back to take in her appearance, she caught the soft pink flowers that laid in the woman's arms.

"what're those for?" paige spoke softly, though her face didn't represent her words fairly. she already knew what and who they were for, and she could immediately feel herself falling.

"these—" catherine started, already tripping over her words as she pushed the bouquet to paige. "they're for you." she said simply, completely oblivious to paige's tender thoughts, her stomach sinking slightly at paige's lack of a reaction.

the blonde felt her heart swarm. she didn't normally receive flowers. the gesture was so sweet, something she wasn't expecting at all. she was soon lost, eyes fluttering between the woman and the rosy pink flowers in her hands. she saw catherine's genuine smile and eager face, her eyes lit. taking the bouquet out of the woman's hands, she spoke softly. "thank you."

she couldn't even smile, she was just so taken back. "i really appreciate it."

catherine wasn't expecting a big reaction or an overwhelming hug by any means. but she definitely was looking for a little more than paige's calm reaction. maybe she overthought the flowers, maybe they weren't a good idea. "if you—" the woman, started, cutting herself off by trying to correct her over-caring tone. "if you don't like them, i can take them." she spoke, her head shaking with her words.

paige looked up from the bouquet, "what?" she asked, confused once again, her voice soft and almost breathless. her breathing had stopped momentarily as she lost herself in thought. "no, no," she realized she must've looked like she didn't like them, shaking her head slightly. "i love them." she assured, her crystal eyes locking with catherine's unsure ones. "i promise. don't worry."

catherine nodded, her face softening with less stress than moments before. "just a.. good luck wish on your first game!" she explained, though it wasn't needed. "from me.. and maddie!"

paige finally let her smile show, nodding. though it was more of a smirk mixed with a grin, her face a mix of shyness and adoration. she wasn't sure how to feel. though they were all good things, she didn't know what to think.

"can we go now?" a small voice interrupted the pair, something that happened quite often between them.

looking down at madison, catherine nodded eagerly. "oh—yes! we need to go, like, now."

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paige took it upon herself to explain spectator ediquite to madison on their drive there—explaining when to clap, how to send good luck to free throwers, and when to throw up the number three with her fingers.

they arrived with only moments to spare before paige's head coach, geno, would have a heart attack at how late she was.

walking down the hall that lead to the court, paige explained to the brunette where she and madison were seated before crouching down to madison. "don't wander off, always stay with cat.. and send me lots of luck, aight?"

madison nodded enthusiastically, hands flying in the air to wiggle her fingers the way paige had showed her on their way over.

laughing, paige pulled the small girl into a tight hug. "m'kay, i love you." she spoke as she pulled away, madison's response almost identical to paige's.

eventually, they all go their separate ways on opposite sides of the hall, paige turning the corner that led to the locker rooms and catherine walking madison to the huge double doors that entered them into the court.

upon entering, the woman could immediately feel the good energy that radiated the stands. and it wasn't even fully packed yet. though, catherine was glad they got there when they did, wanting to sit as close to the floor as they possibly could.

definitely not court side, but still super close. and close to where paige and the team would be sat.

the pair sat comfortably as they stands filled quickly and the noise getting louder by the minute. catherine was already digging into her purse for snack number two for madison when the lights finally dimmed, listening to the commentators call out the names of the starting players for each team.

to say the stands went crazy when they called paige's name was an understatement. though, they had the buzzing energy of madison to thank for that, the girl never jumping and cheering so loudly in her life.

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the pair watched the ball game intently. and though uconn held a pretty good lead on the opposing team into their fourth and final quarter, they were still watching as if it was a neck-and-neck game.

catherine's eyes were fixed on paige, watching as she dribbled the orange basketball down the court slowly, dragging out their shot clock as much as she could. paige looked to the crowd, not even worried about the point guard hovering just feet away from her, searching for the faces she'd been playing for all night.

finally she caught madison's lit up face, smiling happily at the mere fact that her daughter was finally here, watching her play, cheering her on and loving her unconditionally.

then, she found catherine's face, shooting her a nod and a smile.

luckily, the blonde was so far away, because she would've instantly seen the sheer, red blush that instantly flooded catherine cheeks.

the woman sat back in her seat at this, flustered and confused at how such a simple gesture left her head spinning and her mind fuzzy.

she wasn't allowing her thoughts to travel where they so desperately wanted to go, and where she so desperately wanted to avoid. she didn't understand the things she was feeling, and she wasn't sure why. paige was just her friend, a great friend. why were things suddenly feeling so complicated? so uneasy? so.. intimidating?

unfortunately, though, her thoughts were just too loud. the small voice in the back of her mind asking the inevitable question she's been pondering on since that halloween night. did her feelings for paige run deeper than she originally thought? was paige feeling it too?

sighing at how fast her mind was moving, her face dropped. catherine was soon filled with regret. she regretted being as close to paige as she was. she regretted the flowers she bought her earlier. she regretted the innocent, lingering touches they shared.

she couldn't allow herself to feel the way she did, and she hoped desperately paige wasn't taking catherine's actions the way her subconscious had been praying for. the woman hoped, and she wished, and she prayed that things weren't the way they seemed.

but for some reason.. even she could not convince herself that what she was feeling wasn't true.

"cat, look at mom!" the small girl beside the flustered woman cheers, her clapping bringing catherine back down from her clouded mind.

the brunette simply smiles down at the girl, "she's amazing." she nodded and genuinely,  agreeing with madison beyond tonight.

paige simply and truly was amazing to her.

part seven!!!

authors note!

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I have a habbit of messing up peoples names, ive called my mom my brothers name. Sometimes ill start with someone elses name and correct myself like sara-mily or i get it early so its just the first letter like saying ch-steve

I was just thinking about bestfriends eddie x reader where reader accidentally calls eddie daddy because theyre so similar. She goes to say a d name but catches herself and says eddie. She was talking fast and didnt even catch herself saying it until eddies like "did you just call me daddy?"

Accidentally calling Eddie ‘Daddy’. Eddie Munson x female reader. Blurb. Fluff.

I hope this is okay, I’m sick at the moment so it’s kinda self indulgent but I tried to personalise it a bit for you!

The night was like any other of yours and Eddie’s movie nights. Bags of candy spilled out on the floor, blankets swallowing you both up and a blunt being passed between you. Today was tiring, work couldn’t be more stressful and of course you were understaffed. Eddie came to pick you up at closing time, he already had your cup of tea in his cup-holder. It was the small things you appreciated the most from your best friend.

You had your head on his chest, because Eddie said “it will help your migraine I promise.” You wanted to believe him but the smirk on his face just showed he wanted to look after you. Eddie held his palm to your forehead, “you’re burning up a little, I’ll get you some medicine. Wait right here.” He ushers himself out from the blankets and into the kitchen. Rooting through the cupboards as you pause the movie, he reappears holding a bottle and a medicine spoon. Pouring the contents onto the spoon, “open up darling” he smirks as he feeds you.

You wince at the taste of the bitter medicine, swiftly taking a swig of your soda to wash away the taste. Wiping your mouth you whisper, “thank you d-daddy” “e-Eddie I meant Eddie!!” Your face flushes immediately, wanting the ground to swallow you up as you blurt out your sentence. Your brain was on auto pilot and Eddie and Daddy sounded far too similar for your mouth to comprehend whilst you’re suffering so bad with your migraine.

“What was that? Did you just call me daddy?” Eddie smirks, teasing you as he pulls your hands away from your blushing face.

“I- no! The words got scrambled in my head m’sorry I’m so embarrassed, I’m sorry.” You pull away from Eddie’s touch, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on them. Terrified that you’ve ruined your friendship, how could Eddie not see you differently after calling him that? A word so not-inherently bad but turned kinky and shameful, he could assume you’re into that. Not that it would be a bad thing to be kinky, you just weren’t.

“Hey hey hey.” Eddie pulls at your arms, “just look at me.” His voice is like velvet, so comforting but you’re shaking. Wishing you could be ignorant and never face this issue. “Come on princess, just want to see you smile.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You stick to your guns, refusing to move and face him. “You leave me no choice then, I didn’t want to do this sweetheart. But you asked for this..” Eddie coos into your ear before teasing his fingers over your neck, ghosting over your skin and down to your sides. He pokes and prods your ribs, flailing back into Eddie’s chest, trying to swat at his hands to put an end to his ticklish assault.

“Okay! Okay!” You plead, holding on to Eddie’s wrists and looking deep into his eyes. He stills his hands, holding yours and dropping them into his lap. “I didn’t mean to say it Eddie, honestly.” Your voice stuttering as you whimpered. “It’s not a big deal. Seriously, I understand. You do that a lot with words, I’ve seen it. You’re okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.” A mischievous smile spreads over his face when he sees you let go of the breath you’ve been holding for the entire moment. Sighing, you let yourself smile, feeling safe knowing that Eddie doesn’t judge you.

“There’s that smile. Gotta hear that laugh too, you know, for daddy?” He teases before jumping on top of you and tickling you again.

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I love your writing! I will continue to support you😭🫶🏻🫶🏻Can you write hyeok kwon x reader nsfw?

nsfw alphabet

author's note ; THANK UUUU💌!! i haven’t really following wb hashtag lately, so im sorry if someone already did nsfw alphabet with Kwon Hyuk

author's note 2 ; MDNI, AGELESS BLOG DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hyuk is sleeeeeeeeepy. after sex you need to push him to the shower, so he won't fall asleep all naked and sweaty (but let's be honest, sometimes it happens too...). but usually after shower he likes to get in comfortable, close position and snuggle into your body and blankets to slowly fall asleep with small sex talk (i think he likes to hear your prises after sex, like did he do a good job? (ofc he did)).

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i think he appreciates his arms and hands! he knows that he has some strength and likes when you can grip on to his biceps in the heat of the moment. i mean he knows how to work his hands.

as for you, he truthfully loves every part of you. if you ever asked him 'what part of me is your favorite?' he would actually say boobs. he likes resting on them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i don't think Hyuk is particularly keen on making a mess, especially of the bed. i truthfully think he'd surprisingly enjoy cumming on your face, mainly around your lips. messy oral? he's done for.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i honestly have no idea what to put here, because Hyuk is quite lazy and not really kinky... but maybe he would like to try some role games?... sex in cosplay costumes maybe?... like to see you in cute bunny or kitty costume with ears and tail? maybe?

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is pretty experienced. he watched a lot of porn — different kinds, from home to most trivial ph shit. don't forget that Hyuk and Wooin are friends since high school and this fact alone allows to think that these gremlins been through some experience. so don't worry, he knows how to use his fingers and dick!

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

so, i think something simple like missionary where he can stare into your eyes, kiss you, tell you sweet things, etc. his ultimate choice is on the side, when he can hold your leg and slowly fuck you from behind. cowgirl can work too if he is extremely lazy today.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

can't help but be clumsy sometimes. he can't help but giggle when hair gets caught in your mouth or some other silly thing. however, he likes to keep things intimate and prefers to have a serious moment with you in bed

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

clean shaved or well trimmed. i think he finds it more aesthetically attractive and just likes to keep his higiene be that way.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

calm, can joke sometimes if it's appropriate of course. but mostly he is completely immersed into the process — kissing, cuddling, holding your body, tease, whisper sweet nothings into your ear

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hyuk is super chill about...everything. if he needs it right now he will do it. he doesn't see anything wrong with it honestly

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay so...i think vanilla. when you're getting to know him and for the first few times you have sex, he keeps it simple. but with time he can go more and more sweet and even romantic. however, i think Hyuk have his kinkier side!! i think he really enjoys mocking you. like 'so wet for me already? greedy girl' and other dirty talk.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom! he is super lazy and if he had opportunity he would stay in bed all day (and this is canon i think, still it been stated in wb that he is lazy and likes his bed too much)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you all domestic, in his oversized clothes, just woke up standing in the kitchen, hair is messed and eyes are still sleepy. he really likes slow morning sex on the kitchen!!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

bringing other people to your bedroom. and really weird stuff like peeing or something like that

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

mmm 50/50 with giving. i don't think he have a great skills. like he surely can go down on you, but Hyuk is not super skilled and his tongue and jaw get tired quite fast. but he is not pushing you to give oral to him either.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on his mood. he can get really fast when he's feeling extra needy or kinky. however, when usually Hyuk will take his sweet time teasing you and go nice and slow with his thrusts, movements, touches. but there are time where he could also use slowness to his advantage and tease you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

nope. i think he consider it as unnecessary splash of energy, he would rather wait until you two have a mood for proper sex. and he likes resting in bed and generally are lazy so it's no.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

uuuh, he definitely wanted to try few places like changing rooms, or maybe friend's place, but just out of curiosity, he probably won't like it, so his preference is bedroom (read 'because he fall asleep almost immediately')

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i don't think he has very high stamina. it's not that he gets really sleepy after, but he can't go for multiple rounds. i think Hyuk doesn't really understand the point of few rounds if you two already had great time. like he can go two rounds if you insist or it's been a long time since he's seen you. he can last a while though, i think. but dont expect him to be sex machine, he is super lazy.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

most of the time he is indifferent about such things. if that means it will bring you extra pleasure, he don't mind.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

ohh he likes to tease!! both with words and actions! he likes to tease you through your panties with his slander fingers, he likes to tease your clenching pussy after he spent some time with his fingers ther. he likes to give you playful bites, slapping, literally everything!! he loves teasing so so much

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

keeps quiet, mostly. some interjections of grunts and groans, especially when he cums. he uses his voice more for humiliating-sweet talk, when he teases you! he loves hearing your noises, though, and it gives him more encouragement than anything.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once you woke him by going down on him. he really liked it and secretly want to wake up like this more often, but he is kinda shy to ask this since he doesn't really enjoy doing same to you (as i said, only because he isn't that skilled and get tired fast)

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i would say average. he is quite slim, vienny, but okay, maybe a little longer than average.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think he has a fluctuating sex drive. during flu and cold season — autumn and winter — he is so clingy, desperate for your body heat, and won't let you escape warm bed, snuggling into your boobs. however, during the summer... just dont touch him. hot weather affects him so much that you hardly receive a hug from him.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

immediately. just few minutes after shower, when you two just cuddling, murmuring soft nothings and you found him not answering you, so you rise your head just to see he already softly snoring in his sleep.

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Can you do a Tom nsfw alphabet?? I loved the bill and gustav one sm and I love Tom a lot :)

hi love! thank you so much. I actually was working on the tom version and it was scheduled for today but thank you for the request, I honestly appreciate it a lot&lt;3

╰ ୨ Tom nsfw alphabet ୧ ╯ 

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

when it comes to aftercare, it depends a lot. if you are one of his 'love for one night' or a big deal. I feel like Tom would only do some kisses and one simple cuddle for the first option and then go to sleep, but here you are the big deal. He has to go out of his way for you, being special to him, he learns how to do loving stuff only for you, so I feel like Tom would run a bath for you, with a lot of bubbles and help you get in and wash your body and hair, and then getting you in bed under a soft blanket and cuddle you and tell you how grate you were with some kisses on every part of your face.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

this man adores boobs, of any kind. Small, big he will take his time kissing, sucking, biting, playing with them, just simply holding into them. Tom knows that they can get really sensitive and it's amusing for him to see your reactions every time he touches them. For the favourite part of his own body, I would think he takes a really good amount of pride into his cock. no explanation, just a feeling.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Tom usually uses a condom, because he knows it is the best thing to do, but he wishes to cum deeply in you, he just wants to see his cum coming out of your cunt. I think that we all believe that Tom loves receiving blowjobs, and he loves getting your pretty face all messed up and seeing his cum combined with your drools getting on your chin, definitely a turn on.

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

I feel like one of his deepest secrets would be that he wants to try to get dominated by you. Obviously he wouldn't say it out loud ever, he would never admit it, but sometimes he imagines how it would be.

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

lets be serious. he is the most experienced guy you would ever date. Sadly we can't deny it but this comes to a big plus. Tom knows every little trick and spot to make you feel good. Due to his looks and pervy personality, he gets laid whenever he wants and with whoever he wants.

F = Favorite position

I stand by the fact the his favourite position is doggy. He just loves to grab into your ass and smash it against his cock. Tom loves seeing your back arched and your ass up. sometimes he would pull into your hair to whisper dirty things into your ear. He loves knowing that your knees are getting weaker because of him. When he sees you are getting closer he likes to rub into your clit until you can't take all of this pleasure and collapse into the sheets.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

sometimes he would crack a joke or two by teasing you, but in rest he takes the job very serious. But be sure that Tom loves teasing you with every opportunity he gets.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

Tom definitely has hair down there. sometimes he lets it grow, sometimes he shaves it. depends a lot of his mood and the time he has. But be sure that he finds body hair attractive.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Tom would be really touchy but sensual, sometimes rough when he is in the mood. He wouldn't hesitate to touch every single part of the body and he would make it sure he does it in the most intimate way possible. But in the same time he is a big fun of quickies so be sure that he wouldn't have always the time to explore your body.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He gets horny 24/7, he would have multiply orgasms during the day. when he is on tour and you can't help he would restrain himself to get a random girl in bed and think of you, so he has to masturbate, sometimes on call with you, or just you sending him pictures, be sure he sends some back. During the masturbation session he thinks of all the things he would do to you when he gets back. sometimes he would even text them to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Tom definitely is into exhibitionism. Just the thought of someone watching you both have sex, can push him over the edge in an instance. He loves to show off to others how good he can be in bed and how good he can make his partner feel. Not to mention Tom also loves showing you off and how attractive you are. Plus he is a big fun of pda.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, every time he wants you, he will get you. But a favourite place probably would be a car. He loves taking you on dates with his car and sometimes(all the time) he has to make a stop and have his way with you. I feel like he also likes doing it in a bathroom, especially if it's under the stage.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's not difficult to make Tom horny. Any little tease of exposing a little part of your skin, having a short dress/skirt, a sloppy kiss, maybe a kiss on his neck, sitting on his lap, anything at all can make him horny.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

I don't think is there something he wouldn't do. I feel like Tom wants to try everything with you. but I don't think he would like if you try putting a blindfold on him or handcuffs or anything that stops him from seeing and touching you. He needs to explore you and see every moment and every kind of face you make when he pleases you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Tom loves receiving orals. He would ask you to give give him one at least 2/3 times a day. he just loves seeing you on his knees and how your mouth is full of him, how his cum gets everywhere on your face and makes it all messy. Tom would also give you sometimes, when he is in the mood for it, usually more or less for getting you a lot more wet than you already are.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He can totally be slow and sensual but he is on the rougher part more. Tom loves seeing the marks of his fingertips or bites he held on you. Probably he would start it slow only to hear you beg for him to go faster. But when you two are done he would just tease you about how you begged for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Big fun of quickies. He would take any opportunity to have his way with you. It doesn’t matter where you both are if you’re feeling turned on and don’t really have a lot of time to properly mess around, a quickie in the bathroom will do. But of course he prefers to feel you for longer time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

Tom would never hesitate to get risky with you. He gets aroused by the idea of someone catching you both in the act. As I said before I think he wouldn't even stop if someone walks in, he would enjoy it more and probably invite them to take a look.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Honestly, in my opinion I could see him being able to cum around three times before it started to hit him. By round 5-6 he'd start shooting blanks and would have to tap out by the time you reached 8.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Tom prefers to make you cum by himself but he wouldn't mind getting some toys for extra pleasure for you. On events he would totally put some little toy in you, with your consent of course, to make you wet and ready for him when it's over.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The master of teasing. Every time you are around him, he will tease you. If its a touch on your thighs, a neck kiss, a slap on the ass, or just the things he wants to do with you whispered in your ear.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Tom loves hearing you scream and beg for you, he loves a loud partner. I believe if he really is into it, he would be loud himself too, for you to hear how good you make him feel, but of course he can just get out some deep, unsteady breathing.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

As I said before he loves doing with you doggy, especially in the mirror. The idea of you watching yourself and seeing what a little whore you are for him, turns Tom on.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Tom is packing, he is more on the thick part but when he is turn on to the max he can grow a lot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Tom's sex drive is over the roof. This man is horny all the time, maybe except for when he’s sleeping, but even then, he’s probably dreaming of something unholy.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would try his best not to fall asleep before giving you a proper aftercare and making sure you are asleep. But he would get tired and sleep way more than usual.

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I LOVED your SFW alphabet with Fili! Could you do Thorin next?? 🫶🤍

Hi! First of all thank you so much! Second of all, of course 🤍

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He's an affectionate person, but Thorin isn't good at public displays of affection - when it comes to giving it to you. He will, however, not protest if you're the one who initiates it. So, if you're a big fan of hand holding or kisses then he'll happily do it for. However, he also needs you to know that he cares for you, that he would move mountains for you. So Thorin mainly does it in two ways, the first being acts of service. The thing you mentioned that needs to be done? It's completed, and not just by any dwarf - he needs to make sure he's either done by him or one of the best in the realm. He's been working for most of his life, so is pretty adept to when it will become stressful. As such, he often prepares things ahead of time - like a relaxing bath or finely cooked meal - so that you can stay on top of everything.

And of course, as a dwarf, his most prominent love language is gift giving. Almost always has a long project for you on the go - such as an extravagant necklace, or a new sword (with only the perfect mixture of ornate and practical). He also will bring you smaller gifts, a collection of rings made from a new vein of rubies, or the final knife he made (that secretly had you in mind). If you'd met while he was still working as a blacksmith then Thorin would still try to bring you gifts - putting just as much time into them. They wouldn't be made of the same materials, and he sheepishly apologises about the pendant he presents you. In his eyes it doesn't matter that it's almost perfect, but that you deserve more than a pendant made from metal saved up from scrapped swords. To you, it matters not the materials but the time and love clearly put into it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Thorin is a very good friend - although more in a I-will-support-and-die-for-you than a lets-go-hang-out today friend. We've seen it with all of his companions, and if you were his friend he would give you the same loyalty. The friendship probably evolves over time, starting with spending time together in a job or similar way, and eventually building up into wanting to spend time with you because you're friends - and not because you simply need to spend time together. It also means that when you finally confirm 'we're friends, right?' that it's slightly awkward, because you've already known each other for so long. (He laughs before saying 'of course'.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Thorin is fine with cuddling, although generally it will just be a hug with him - so you're the one to pull the dwarf back. The first time you do it he freezes up, looking at you and tensing before slowly relaxing into your touch. Once it's done a few times he's quick to envelope you when he realises that's what you want. Thorin is also very much the big spoon, he enjoys cuddling and the physical contact - but he also enjoys it because it keeps you safe and close to him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Thorin will go to Erebor, and therefore very much wants to settle down. He wants his home back. He's actually very good at cleaning, to an almost unusual amount, and you almost can't tell he's been at work in the mines for a day. A lot of this comes from his sense of pride in a home, and that - for him - cleanliness is one of the best ways to keep control of a home (while he's not in Erebor). And he cares too deeply about Erebor to let it be dirty. Cooking is something he's decent at, but he doesn't excelle in the field.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Is very open and honest about this. He speaks to you before, multiple times, and desperately wants you to stay with him. However he also won't stay with someone who makes him unhappy, so instead sits and talks it over - explaining his reasons, but lacking some emotion.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Commitment is something that's always in the back of his mind, as he's a prince. But he also knows that things may not last forever. So although he goes into a relationship fully committed, Thorin isn't sure if you'll be his forever. But within only a few months, he realises that you are the one he wants to make his one and only. You are the one he wants to be with forever. He proposes fairly quickly, wanting to show his loyalty, but waits to get married until Erebor is reclaimed. Thorin wants the two of you to get married in outfits embroidered with diamonds, walking in the halls of his ancestors - and swearing the oath that will make you his fellow monarch in the halls you will be ruler in.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Thorin is not a particularly emotionally gentle person, but that doesn't mean that he is brash or uncaring. He still cares about you immensely, spending time with you - asking how you are and if you ever need anything. It's gentle but consistent, and you know that he will listen without judgement - and that he will help you the most he can. However, Thorin is very physically gentle. He will hug you as though you are made of the frailest glass, and when he holds your hand it's always a gentle slip into yours to let you draw away if you don't want to. Sometimes you'll reprimand him about it, and he does always apologise.

"I am sorry, my love. But when you are taught to be careful with treasures your entire life, it is difficult to break that habit."

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Thorin is neutral about hugs as a thing, but he's a fan of the physical contact and the feeling of protection it gives the both of you. Depending on the height difference he'll either lean his head on you, or wait for you to lean your head onto his. It's still one of the most socially acceptable ways to show physical affection, and he does it a lot with friends, so you get hugged a lot - there are simply things he'd rather do. His hugs are gentle, but once you convince him they start off slightly harder - still not squeezing you enough to bring discomfort, but enough to reassure you he's here.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Thorin's realisation that he loves you comes slowly, and although he's been with you for a time - so subconsciously known it - the thought had never truly been realised. And then he does. And once that occurs, it takes almost no time for him to say 'I love you'.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He's a pretty jealous person, even though he knows you're not going you leave him. It's fairly obvious, with him generally glowering at the person before making his way over to you so he can be next to you. He will then be very brusque to that person, not even hiding his attempt to either drive them away, or give them a warning that you're taken. He can put this aside if he needs to, like if it's on a very important diplomatic mission, but even then he's still ruder to that person - and it's obvious to people who know him well.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Thorin's kissing is deeper and needy, not rough - but not as gentle as his other touches. He will start off just as gentle, the kiss simply asking if you want more of it. Still looking into your eyes, and then when you deepen it he instantly deepens it back. He enjoys kissing you on the lips, and that's where he kisses you the most - however if you're too much taller than him (although he still kisses you the same way) then he's also a fan of kissing your hand. It's a greeting, sometimes, him kissing your hand before giving a knowing smile.

Enjoys being kissed on the lips the most, but also enjoys being kissed on the forehead (especially if you're taller than him). He will, however, never admit this.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Isn't very good with children. He can deal with them, but he doesn't particularly like them. Thorin generally avoids them, or plans out his interactions beforehand - such as a speech in a place he knows they'll be. However he would be a very good father. But only to his child.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Tends to wake up early, but not always to do anything. Often he will wake up and look at you next to him, and just lay there - content in the fact that you love him, and that the both of you are there for each other. When you wake up he's next to you, giving you a gentle kiss before greeting you - his voice still sleepy from lack of use. Very occasionally, such as if he wakes up particularly early, he will go to do things but always stays closer to you. When you wake up on those days, most small tasks are completed and a breakfast is ready.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Will come home after a day and immediately go to you, expressing how he missed you and he's glad you here. Often asks you to tell him about your day and he'll share his in exchange. Occasionally, you'll realise that he's not come home and find him slaving over paperwork or some new crafting. He apologises, but will sometimes make mistakes. Reassures you that it's always him being dwarven, and never a slight on you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He would wait a while to reveal everything to you, but that's just because he's not someone who often talks about himself. Also, a large amount of the things he could say to you relate to Erebor and his role before it's destruction, which he understandably doesn't enjoy taking about. When he does it's quite expository, and more factual than anything else. Thorin does become a lot more open once Erebor has been reclaimed, walking you through the halls while telling tales of his life within them.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) He's ok with his temper. It's more easy to get him irritated, but he also doesn't actually lose his temper very easily. Makes his annoyance obvious, but doesn't often lose temper. When he does lose his temper, he always apologises afterwards.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Thorin remembers a lot about you, to a very impressive degree. It's also never something he particularly draws attention to, so the first few times he's able to remember a - what you deem as - insignificant fact you're surprised. And then it keeps happening. Has a small notebook in which he sketches or writes ideas about gifts for you. A large part of this notebook is simply things you like that he could turn into gifts for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) His favourite moment of the two of you together is when Thorin finally realises that he loves you. The two of you are together after a long day, and you've gently leaned into him - almost sleeping on him, although you're still awake. As the two of you are so close together he can almost feel your heartbeat, how the two of you are so matched. How the two of you are so close. How he loves you.

The realisation puts a smile on his face, one which you barely notice and so ask what's going on. He shakes his head with a smile. "I love you."

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Thorin is very protective of you, both generally and in romantic terms. He needs to make sure that his heart will be safe - and he's already lost so much. Would also give you a bodyguard if he could, but respects that you may not want someone constantly around you. So instead he tries to be around you as much as he can, and also focuses a lot on armour and weaponry. In fact, a lot of gifts early in your relationship and quite battle-oriented (and he is more than happy to spend time with you if you need to learn techniques).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Puts a lot of effort into gifts, as previously stated, and also puts a lot of effort into anniversaries and dates. Some of the things he looks forward too most are his dates between the two of you - so of course he tries as hard as he can to make them special for you. Anniversaries are always a big deal, but they get especially extravagant once he becomes king. Thorin prefers to hire help for everyday tasks, simply because he'd rather someone else do it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Thorin's greatest flaw is that he's stubborn, even if his loved one is trying to get him to back down. It is possible to get through to him, but takes a lot of effort and energy. He does get better once Erebor is reclaimed, but this stubborness is a part of him - not just because of his troubles, but his personality.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He wants to look nice, both in terms of his physical appearance and his clothes. Also, he enjoys when you see him and blush. Dwarves generally spend a lot of time on their beards, which I feel extends to the rest of their body - especially royal dwarves.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Once Thorin has truly fallen in love with you, he would certainly feel incomplete if he was to lose you. Thorin deeply cares about the things that are important to him, and you are probably one of - if not the - most important thing go him. It would be something that he would deal with forever; a hurt that gets better but never truly heals.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Thorin is actually a sapphire person. He thinks it brings out his eyes, and although white gems are preferable they pale in comparison to the Arkenstone. Gifts he gives to you are often made of sapphires, unless you've expressed preferences.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Thorin cares too much about Erebor to leave it for anyone, but he also doesn't want his beloved to be unhappy - so if he had to chose between the two of you he'd chose Erebor.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Manages to go to sleep fairly quickly, and wakes up fairly early as well. He will generally follow you into bed, and picks up a lot of your sleep schedules.

A/N : Sorry for the wait darling, but hopefully you enjoyed this! My hobbit works are slowly increasing, but you guys seem to be enjoying them? (subtly asks for feedback, *wink, wink*)

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