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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year ago

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― pairing : Jeongin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, reader has a corruption kink, Jeongin is a nerd super shy small bean we all must protect, reader was Chris’ fwb ― word count : 2.232

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jeongin waved goodbye at his girl-friend, right in front of the school gates. He held his books with one arm, and his smile was gentle, happy and wide. His hair was long and wavy; some strands of the bangs fell into his eyes sometimes, reason why his hair was always a little bit ruffled. In addition, his big, round glasses constantly sliding off his nose provided to make him appear even cuter, especially when he fixed them using his index finger – or during classes, with his pen. Damn him and his oversized light blue sweater which made him appear even smaller- «Please, stop.» Jisung’ voice made you snap out of your thoughts. «Mh?» you questioned, turning your head towards him and the others, with dreamy eyes. «Oh no, she’s doing it again.» Seungmin said, quickly getting up from the small cement wall where you all were seated. «Yeah, it’s scary.» Minho answered him, looking anywhere but carefully avoiding meeting your gaze. «What?» you asked, confused, looking at your friends. «What am I doing?» «Listen, doll. You… How can I say that…» Changbin sighed heavily, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and his thumb, closing his eyes as to find the words he needed, while you patiently waited for an answer with furrowed brows. «You’re looking at the poor boy like you want to eat him.» Felix completed his friend’s sentence, and Changbin nodded, silently agreeing with him. «I don’t loo-» «Yes, you do!» somehow, they all managed to say in perfect synchronization, making you gasp in shock, quickly placing a hand on your heart. First of all, how dare they lie like that and most importantly, steal precious time from your “Let’s stare at Jeongin and imagine to taint his soul by fantasies about him whining in pleasure under my control” sessions? «Well, it’s not my fault Jeongin looks like a perfect babyboy.» you licked your lips to emphasize the concept, turning your head to said boy, only to blush faintly as his eyes momentarily locked with yours. “He must have heard these idiots screaming”, you thought.

«See! She did that again!» Hyunjin exclaimed, holding onto Jisung’s arm as he blowed out a puff of smoke. Jisung chuckled quietly, along with Chris. «I suppose we could go to the library,» Chris smiled teasingly, as he took his car keys from his jacket. «And see if under the name “succubus” there’s a picture of her face.» You restrained from the instinct to throw your backpack at him. «Yo, Mr. Australian mate,» you said, quickly getting up from the wall and slightly patting on your ass to get rid of eventual traces of cement that stuck on the fabric of your jeans. «If we’re going to the library, you’d better fuck me in the history section, or else I’m not interested.» Needless to say, later that afternoon, Chan fucked you in the history section, your back pressed against the shelves and a hand tightly pressed against your mouth.

You absolutely loved your relationship with Stray Kids. Among the group of Pink Ladies, you were the only one who got along with them the most; actually, they basically considered you one of them, more like their Pink. You also really loved your relationship with Chris: the two of you loved each other in a friendly way at the point where you could really hold a friends with benefits relationship without catching feelings for each other. It was purely physical attraction, and the fact that you had many kinks in common made it easier to have fun and release your pent up stress and frustration due to school. Another thing the two of you had in common was, apparently, your corruption kink. Both you and Chris had a massive crush on two of the most pure souls in the college campus. If you had a massive crush on Jeongin, Chris had a huge crush on his cute girl-friend which always hanged around with him. «Look at her,» Chris elbowed you one day, during lunch. «She scrunches her nose when she doesn’t like her food, she’s so cute!» «Look at him,» you answered back immediately. «His sweater is so big he has sweater paws, he’s adorable!» The both of you would spend the majority of your lunches like that, ignoring your friends muttering how weird the two of you actually looked. «You know they’re literally two tables away from ours,» Jisung pointed his fork at you, «and you could literally talk to them, right?» Chris shook his head, and you did the same. «Han, look at me, and then at him,» you sighed loudly, staring at Jeongin, «He’d never want to have anything to do with me» you finally adverted your eyes from the boy, focusing on your food once again. Oh, if only you knew that both Jeongin and his friend actually heard the whole conversation that you and your friends just had, and that they both had a crush on the two of you, too.

«Uhm, sorry! Wait!» you froze in the middle of the hallways, recognizing that voice. You turned around, as slowly as a deer blinded by sudden lights, only to face Jeongin, in all his pureness, standing in front of you. «Y-Yes?» you said, your heart picking up pace just by seeing his cute and embarrassed smile. «Hi, well, you drop-I’m Jeongin!» he greeted, a cute mixture between shy and cheerful, holding his hands out for you to hold, while a faint blush covered his cheeks. You smiled as well, trying not to squeal at the cuteness of his sweater paws, and simply held his hand as you greeted him, introducing yourself as well. «You-You dropped this.» Jeongin said, holding out your keychain. «I thought you’d be sad if you didn’t find it anymore.» he shyly explained, as he placed the small keychain in the palm of your hand. «Thank you, Jeongin. You’re really sweet.» “babyboy”, you mentally added. Jeongin’s cheeks were now a deep shade of red, and you wondered that if you were to kiss his cheek now, you would feel your lips burn due to how undoubtedly warm his skin was. Curiosity had the best of you, and you reached out, pecking Jeongin’s left cheek: his skin was indeed super warm, but also super soft. You could smell the faint scent of shampoo that still lingered on his hair, making you want to ruffle it as well, but you restrained yourself. The transaction between Jeongin’s shocked expression right before erupting into a wide grin was absolutely priceless, and you were more than happy to be the one that caused it. «I’ll see you around then, Jeongin.» you winked at him, before walking away; as soon as you were out of Jeongin’s sight, you excitedly sprinted towards the parking lot, knowing you’d find the boys there, in order to tell them what happened. What you saw as soon as you reached there, however, made you suffocate an even more excited squeal down your throat. Chris was kissing the girl he had a crush on – Jeongin’s friend, as he pushed her against his car, her back turned towards your direction. Fate wanted Chris to open his eyes and meet your gaze, and you instinctively held your thumbs out, silently cheering for him and showing him your support. As quickly as you arrived, you turned on your heels, deciding you would call him later to tell him what happened with Jeongin.

«I can’t believe you finally made it!» you exclaimed, holding your pillow as you watched Chris sit next to you on your couch. «I’m so happy!» Three weeks passed since you saw them in the parking lot, and with everyone’s surprise, Chris and the girl become a couple rather quickly, making you the happiest friend in the world. Needless to say, as soon as you saw them kissing, the both of you instantly interrupted your friends with benefits relationship. «Now, we only need you to settle down with your crush.» Chris shrugged, playing with the zippo lighter in his hands. «I don’t think he likes me.» you sighed, holding your pillow even tighter to your frame. «We finally talk and we sat at together at the library to study together, but,» you plopped back on your bed, staring at the ceiling with a dejected expression. «I’ve slept around a bit too much for him to be interested in me.» Chris’ unexpected laughter interrupted your speech, and you threw your pillow at him, without sparing him a glance. This was your self-pity time; he had no right to laugh at your misery. «Doll, you’re saying this but half an hour ago you told me you’d love to see him tied up to your bedpost,» Chris said, slowly lying next to you as he sustained his weight with his bent elbow and his head on the palm of his head. «Chris, don’t.» you warned. «All needy and whiny, asking for mo-» the squeal that escaped your lips made Chris laugh even more at you, which were now shifting on your bed like a fish out of water. «I want him so much.» you whined, hiding your face in another pillow, «And he’s so cute and funny!» you added. «Chris.» you said, lifting your head to look at your blonde friend, which was looking at you with an amused smile. «I want to have sex with him and hold his hand and date him and taint his pure babyboy essence.» «So?» Chris shrugged. «So,» you mocked his tone. «I’m in danger.» Chris did not answer, but simply rolled his eyes at you, before hitting you with the pillow that you previously threw at him.

Few days later, you spotted Chris and Jeongin sitting on a bench while talking, but you did not give that interaction too much importance.

Neither Chris, his girlfriend and Jeongin showed up at school for a week, no one among your friends knew why. You could have suspicion about why a couple could skip school for a week, but, Jeongin? You and your friends decided to have another extra meeting at the Frosty Palace, so you could have dinner while elaborating new theories. After all, few years ago there had been a mysterious incident revolving around aliens not too far from your hometown, what if they kidnapped the three of them? «Han, what if something happened?» you sat with your back towards the entrance door of the Diner, so you didn’t mind anytime the bell rang, signalling new customers had arrived. «Jeongin doesn’t skip school, he’s-well, he’s Jeongin!» you added, furrowing your brows and nodding to empathise the concept. You did not have time to question why Han’s eyes widened at the point they were basically the size of a pan, when you felt someone sitting next to you on the red leather couch. As you saw an arm snake around your shoulders, you instantly assumed it was Chris, but something was different. Did he change his cologne? «Hi, doll.» Jeongin’s voice said, a little bit too cheerful to sound seductive. “Wait, Jeongin?” you thought, before turning your head at the speed of light. Jeongin was sitting next to you, his arm around your waist, but he looked like a totally different person: his glasses were nowhere to be seen, his hair was nicely brushed back and fixed with grease, he wore a leather jacket and a black shirt, and high waisted jeans. «I-wha-Hi.» you stuttered, eyes locking with Chris, who was standing behind him with a smug grin, affectionately hugging his girlfriend. «Consider this as an early birthday present.» your friend say, winking at you , before sitting with you and the others. «What’s with the new look?» you asked Jeongin as soon as the others started talking about random, uninteresting topics and the two of you could talk. Jeongin smiled, now his hands were resting on his lap as he timidly played with his fingers. «I’ve liked you for a while,» he explained, «I saw Chris and my friend getting together and I asked him for some advice.» You felt your head spin as your breath hitched. Jeongin had a crush on you? Since when? When did the planets align to grant your wish? «I have a crush on you too, but,» you smiled, reaching out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers. «I want it to be clear that I like you regardless of how you look like.» Jeongin’s cheeks flushed red once again, before nodding cutely. «I know.» «Good boy.» you whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, before turning your attention on your milkshake. «Do you want to go to my house? So we can hang out?» Jeongin’s question surprised you, making you almost choke on the sip of milkshake you just drank. Without thinking about it twice, you said goodbye to the others in a very rushed way, as you leaded a blushing and giggling Jeongin out of the Frosty Palace by holding his hand. «Have mercy on the poor boy!» Changbin called out, and you glanced back at Jeongin, which shrugged, before winking at you. “This babyboy is going to be the death of me”, you smiled to yourself, as he suddenly escaped your hold just to drape his hand around your shoulder, kissing your hair as you kept walking.

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cannibaleclipseau · 5 days ago

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I no understand story but me interested in story

explain pls :3

(Just felt like talking like a cave man)

// big explanation you will get. //

From memory, without timeline: (so sorry if this is inaccurate from what I have said earlier)

Before the PLOT:

All the TSBS fellas are one big happy family, and it’s not exactly like the canon in some aspects. There aren’t really as much characters in it (since I don’t know much about them, and I don’t want to draw them, so I’m just gonna say this happens before Ruin appears).

END OF PROLOGUE/DURING MAIN PLOT:

Eclipse noticeably slowly becomes more hostile, and it’s very sudden. There’s no pinpointing where this evolved from. Eventually, he ends up going on a killing spree, killing Lunar first and burning down Sun and Moon’s home. His next victim is Dazzle, and after that is Earth. His final victim (for now) is BM1. Throughout this time, Sun is attacked many times by Eclipse, but escapes alive. During the attack between BM1 and BM2 and Eclipse, BM2 is almost killed but manages to survive, but has trauma having witnessed his brother/twin be killed in front of his eyes. And of course, Sun has a ton of trauma too from witnessing Lunar, Dazzle and Earth die. Moon doesn’t really have that bad of trauma, but he has had it the easiest so far. He witnessed two deaths.

With, ultimately no option: Sun, Moon, and BM2 are required to work together and get along to survive Eclipse. They work on making an underground base, somewhere hidden, while Eclipse lurks around The Outside and The Indoors at night. He serves a severe threat. Although BM2 is untrusting of the other two, he learns to get along to save all three of them.

WHY DOES IT HAVE AN ASKBOX?

Because why the fuck not?- Well, truly, because I wanted people to ask questions or interact with the AU instead of it simply progressing through drawings by the artist (me). It also gives me an opportunity to make fun little drawings and, if it’s a complicated/multiple good questions, it makes my mind work a lot/pos. It makes me think of ideas I haven’t thought of before about the AU.

And if someone out there is one of those logical idiots who’s asking: erm well, how do they respond to the asks? Well, Eclipse retreated a camera from the Pizzaplex (or Mega Pizzaplex, whatever you call it). It’s a bit… old, but it certainly does the job, so he’s not complaining. As for Sun, Moon and BM- they also got a camera from the Pizzaplex. It’s more nice but the quality doesn’t really turn out that perfect. It’s more of an old recording camera, but Sun insists it’s really cool and Moon wanted to make/find/upgrade to/a new camera for their recording, so he gave up after an off-screen debate that lasted 10 minutes.

And it has an askbox if you’re FUCKING CURIOUS ABOUT ANYTHING. Yes. I ANSWER questions. Wow.

answers good for you and story understanding? so if good//

#lockup au #cannibal eclipse #cannibal!eclipse #lockup: cannibal!eclipse au #cannibal!eclipse au #lockup askblog #tsams #tsams au #dca au #tried to summarize it ig mb if it’s bad #that’s right off of my head sooo

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bookmansjournal · 2 years ago

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hi hello!! i saw ur askbox was open for requests! 🧡✨ how do you think the ot4 would react to/handle a reader whos currently obsessed with a safe food? as an example my current safefood is onigiri (but it can b anything !!) and i eat that a Ton and can get depressed if my rice doesnt turn out right or smth when i cook a new batch! can be humerous too ofc 🥰✨ i hope you have a nice day !!! 🧡 - @alienaiver 🧡✨

You probably meant OT4 at just the main four but you know, I like the idea of a chaotic OT5 with them and Reader. It would be as disastrous as it was loving.

With how Allen eats, he doesn’t notice nor understand the idea of a safe food since he just inhales everything. Honestly you’d have to explain why a dish meant so much to you for him to get it

He likes to bring you whatever it may be when you’re busy so he can make sure you’re eating. He also likes to use it to cheer you up.

God bless him, he’s tried to make it for you himself but it just turned out horrifically awful. An absolute disaster. He refuses to let you even try it so he doesn’t risk upsetting you or ruining the food for you altogether.

He makes sure never to order whatever it is for himself because he’d just feel awful if there wasn’t any left afterwards for you to eat. He’s sure it must be tasty if it’s making you smile like that, he doesn’t need to try it—unless you insist, in which case, how can he say no?

Yeah Kanda isn’t going to notice anything either. If on some odd chance he does, he chalks it up to you being a picky eater maybe, like he is with soba. Needless to say, with this mentality, you can trust him with your food to not steal any, but you can’t trust him to understand when it makes you upset.

And god does he not get it when you’re upset because of your food. He unintentionally may come across as insensitive when he bluntly asks you what’s the matter when you’re sulking at a meal. Patience is a virtue and you’re gonna need it with him when you explain how your safe food is just important to you.

While outwardly he just shrugs it off, you do notice him offering you lunch boxes as peace offerings when you’re in a bad mood—regardless if he was the cause. He’s not good with communicating, so this act of service is a god send for the relationship in an odd way.

You can offer to show him how to make it if you want an excuse to spend time with him but he’s going to suck at whatever you ask him to do. Chop something? More like obliterates it. Stir it together? Well now it’s mostly on the counter and floor. He’s frustrated but he enjoys your company, so it’s a win-lose situation.

“Does it really taste that good? Give me a bite, I wanna try it~” He thinks he’s being cheeky, not realizing he’s kind of being insensitive by making light of it or by trying to take some of it from you. Apologizes with nuzzles and offering to feed you.

Like it or not, he memorizes everything about you, even the tiniest details. When it comes to you, everything is Important Information, and Important Information does not get buried or forgotten, both because of his photographic memory and also because he knows how beneficial the information can be. Like when he orders an extra side of whatever your safe food is just to make sure you get your fill of it.

Unknowingly can be a bit obnoxious at times with pestering you about how it tastes or how it compares to other places or people who make it. Sometimes he even tries to offer alternative dishes to try. It comes from a good place, he’s just getting used to being open and genuine about his love and he can fumble the ball from time to time.

Regardless of what he says or does, he always has a loving smile on his face while he watches you eat. Seeing you light up over something that seems so small and inconsequential really makes his day, especially if he was the one to gift it to you.

Lenalee definitely noticed and understood to some degree the importance of your safe food to you, and she quietly tucked that information away for safe keeping and didn’t bring it up. No need to make a production out of it, after all.

Her primary love language is acts of service because she likes the feeling she gets when she helps people, so of course she learns to make whatever your safe food is just for you. Though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t prefer making it with you, her other love language being quality time.

Your food is safe with her! No gluttonous heathens can vacuum up your food in their black holes of a stomach (ahem, ALLEN) if you happen to be sharing a table. She also won’t stand for anyone giving you hell about it. If Kanda can eat his Soba and Alma can eat his mayo and Krory can eat his akuma—er, well, you know what she means!—then you can eat whatever you damn well please.

Honestly she probably developed a taste for whatever it is as well. Since it was something special to you that you felt like you could share with her, she holds a special place for it in her heart. Of course she’d never take from your plate, but she likes those meals spent sharing your special dish in a peaceful, loving atmosphere.

#allen walker x reader #yuu kanda x reader #lavi x reader #lenalee lee x reader #wow these aren’t as good the second time typing them out i’m so sorry #i will now proceed to think about ot5 order members for the rest of the day

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felicitysmoaksx · 1 year ago

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Hi everyone! Not much to say here except this chapter is probably the fluffiest yet in this universe. There is a bit of an ambiguous ending with Hank though so you can decide what Sarah does in this scenario. Or at least until I post another chapter because I adore this version of the series so much and when I think it's the last chapter, I get another idea haha. And for all of you wondering where the next chapter of Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming is at, it's coming. I just hit a bit of writer's block. But it's coming. I might also have another version of this series where Sarah was paralyzed from the last down. But I don't know if that's something people would be interested in reading or if it'd be just interesting to me. So leave me an answer in the comments or tell me in my askbox on Tumblr. Song Recs for this chapter: You’re In Love- Taylor Swift, I'll Keep You Safe- Sleeping At Last, At Least- Jessica Baio Happy Reading!

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)

Summary: Hank says enough is enough and learns about Sarah's new boyfriend while Connor learns something new about Sarah. Which leads to a heart-to-heart between the two.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None that I can see except for a few implicit dangerous scenes and explicit smut

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There was a stilted silence in the air. Sarah bit her bottom lip before she sighed and stood from the table. Making her way into the kitchen, she watched Hank move about the kitchen for a moment. Another month had passed without them talking and her pseudo-father had finally said enough. He had all but summoned her here tonight. (Well he said it was another family dinner. But when she got to the house she learned, it would just be her and Hank.)

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” She asked quietly. When he told her it was just going to be them tonight, Hank had tried to soften the blow by telling her he was making her favorite meal. (And quite possibly it was also a bribe to get her to stay when she realized no one else was coming.)

Her pseudo-father shook his head, waving her offer away. “I’m almost done. But you could take our drinks to the table.”

Sarah nodded, grabbed the two glasses of tea, and walked them to the dining room table. She sat down and once more there was that silence. A stilted silence that made the curly-haired brunette fidget with nerves.

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“Hey, Doc!” Stella greeted him enthusiastically with a grin as she turned to hand another customer their drink. Then she turned back to grin at him. “Another day at the office?”

“Another day,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Manhattan please, Stella.”

Then Connor noticed Detective Lindsay sitting at a table off to the side with a blonde woman, “And another round for Detective Lindsay and her friend please.”

“You got it.”

Erin, who heard her name, smirked at her sister’s boyfriend before she waved him over. She scooted over and he took the seat she had been occupying. “Are you trying to earn some brownie points with me, Dr. Rhodes?”

“I want to make a good impression.” Connor shrugged, feigning nonchalance. But maybe there was some truth in the police detective’s words because Erin and Sarah were close. If Erin didn’t like him, it wouldn’t be good for his relationship with Sarah. “I know you and Sarah are very close. But I thought you had a family dinner tonight. At least that’s what Sarah told me.”

“Hank just told her that. They need to talk and this is Hank’s way of doing that. I didn’t know about his plan till I left the district today.” Sarah’s big sister told him, shaking her head, before she turned to her friend. The blonde was trying to contain laughter. “Annie, this is Sarah’s new boyfriend who isn’t so new, apparently. Connor, this is Annie. We’ve been friends since we were kids, but you might recognize her as Travis’ mom.”

A light of reconnection flared in Connor’s blue eyes. “That’s right. Is he doing okay? I know that day was a lot for anyone.”

“Kids are very resilient. Two days later he was fine. Honestly, I was more shaken than he was. It helped that Sarah was there with him. The little danger magnet, though she is, kept him calm and safe. That’s all I could ask for.”

It was an off-handed comment, by the way Annie said it but it still caught Connor’s attention.

“Danger Magnet?” He repeated and his eyes drifted to stare at Erin. The woman sighed, shaking her head. “Annie,”

“What? Come on Erin. You’ve even said it yourself, it’s like that switch that controls fear flips the other direction with her. Especially when someone else is in danger. Look at last month with Olive.”

Or the month before that with the ED on lockdown.

“Last month? You’re talking about when she got burned?” Connor asked, looking from the police detective to her friend. Erin nodded. “According to Olive, Justin’s wife. Sarah pushed her out of the way just before she could get burned.”

“And that’s just one example,” Annie said as Stella brought their drinks to their table. With a smile of thanks, their friend/firefighter/bartender left to go tend to other customers. “Go ahead, tell him about that day in the train station.”

Erin looked like she really didn’t want to and Connor almost told her she didn’t have to, but Annie had already opened the door. Besides that, he was curious. So with a heavy sigh and a large pull of her drink, the detective began her story.

“Sarah was coming back from a trip to New York. She was looking at medical schools and wasn’t totally sold on Northwestern yet. We were supposed to pick her up at Penn Station. And we were there, but we were also on a case that day too. Antonio Dawson’s son-” Sarah’s sister broke off and the dark-haired surgeon felt his stomach drop and fill with something like dread.

“She heard us talking about a suspect. Saw the guy and Diego Dawson boarding a bus. Next thing we know, we’ve lost her and Voight has a text message from her saying Diego was on a bus. Then we get the driver on the phone and she is telling us there’s a female cop on her bus. Non-uniformed. But she just flashed her badge. I was the only plain clothes cop there. …Instead of telling us what she thought she saw, Sarah had pickpocketed my badge off of my hip and had gotten on that bus with Antonio's son. Because he was in danger.”

“But it was the anniversary of Camille’s death. We all kind of spiral on that day anyways.” Erin finished the story with a sad sigh. Even Annie’s amused face morphed into one of solemn sadness.

“I can’t believe that it’s been eight years already,” Annie said softly. Seeing Connor’s confused face, Sarah’s big sister clarified, “Hank’s late wife. Ovarian Cancer.”

An understanding look passed over the surgeon's face. Sarah had talked about Erin, Justin, Hank, Olive, Erin’s brother: Teddy, and even to some extent Erin’s and Teddy’s mother: Bunny. But she never mentioned Hank having a wife. It made sense though. Justin Voight had to come from somewhere.

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“Erin mentioned that you have a boy these days?” They were almost halfway through their dinner when Hank brought up Connor. Sarah nearly choked mid-bite. Swallowing tightly, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and coughed.

“Did she?” She continued to cough before she reached for her glass and swallowed the rest of her drink in two gulps. She wondered if Erin telling Hank about Connor was her pseudo-sister’s way of getting the heat off of her and Jay because Sarah didn’t think they found a way to tell Hank about them being a couple yet.

Her pseudo-father nodded his head, “She said that you’ve been seeing him for a while too. That it was getting serious?”

“Five months. Give or take a month,” Sarah answered with a deep flush filling her cheeks. Sarah knew it was on its way to being serious, but was five months actually serious? Despite her many attempts to give it back to him, Connor never took his spare key back from her. That key now lived on her key ring while he just got another spare key made for his apartment. He also had a key to her apartment now too even though (She was pleased to report that he fit in her bed. But just barely.) she spent five nights out of the week at his place.

Hank tilted his head, regarding her with perceptive eyes. “How’d you meet him?”

“At the hospital. He’s a surgeon there. I’ve actually known him for a while at a distance. Since I started at Med for my ED rotation. We didn’t get close until a few months back.” Sarah explained as she pushed some vegetables around her plate. Her pseudo-father clicked his tongue.

“Another person from the hospital,” he murmured slowly. Sarah heard the apprehension in his voice and the brunette frowned. She shook her head, “It’s not like that. He’s not like Joey, Hank. He treats me well. It’s probably my best relationship as an adult.”

Her pseudo-father was still gazing at her with that critical look. Avoiding his eyes, Sarah scooped some of the food on her plate into her mouth.

“You think you’ll marry him?” The choking and coughing noise? Yeah, that was coming from her.

“What?? No!” she sputtered, still coughing. Then she thought about it and shrugged. Because now the brunette was actually thinking about it. Feeling a little sheepish because truthfully? Even though her future was blurry with Connor, it seemed to drift a little more into focus each day. (Sarah, what are you saying? You haven’t even said ‘I love you yet.’)

“I don’t know. It’s still too early to tell.”

“You know, I knew I’d marry Camille early on.” He told her with that same wan smile. The one she saw before the car exploded. Sarah felt her hand clench around her fork. It wasn’t like Hank to stall. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. Setting the piece of silverware down, the brunette sighed.

“Why don’t you just tell me why I’m really here, Hank?” The brunette asked him and when he sighed; she continued, “Because you wouldn’t bring me here just to talk about my love life.”

“I wouldn’t if you would be talking to me at all these days. Take one of my phone calls in the last few months.” Hank said quietly, standing to take the plates to the kitchen. There it was. She followed him to the kitchen.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Hank said and Sarah remained silent. Just like Hank promised to be with her till the world blew up, they also made a promise to never lie to each other. Even if things were bad. Especially if things were bad.

“You lied to me.” Her pseudo-father raised an eyebrow at her accusation as well as the tone of her voice. She continued, “Charlie. Him being back not only in the state of Illinois but in Chicago.”

Hank sighed, “I didn’t lie to you, Sarah. I just didn’t tell you-”

“No,” Sarah’s voice was so cold and crisp; that it could cut through metal. “Don’t you dare try to pull that. An omission is still a lie. You of all people taught me that.”

“Sarah, It was an investigation.” Hank turned away from her as he turned on the kitchen sink faucet to start the dishes.

“But what about after the investigation was over? When you arrested him…What was stopping you from telling me then?” Sarah pressed him, her hands clenched into fists. He sighed again and she felt her hands curl in even tighter.

Hank dried his hands. Then he rested a hand on her shoulder, “Sarah, I know you’re not a kid anymore. You aged out of the system years ago and I know I’m not your guardian anymore ”

“But as I’ve always said, you’re my kid. No blood or piece of paper is stopping the fact that you’re my daughter. So I’m going to try and protect you whenever I can. You’ve taken enough lumps in your life since I’ve met you and I’m not always going to explain myself and you’re not going to like that. That is okay. You can be mad at me all you want or need to. But never forget that I love you. That I do these things because I love you.”

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“Sarah? You here?” Connor called out, dropping his messenger bag by the door and his keys on the kitchen counter. The television was on when he unlocked his front door and the backlights in his kitchen were on, but the lights in the living room were off. Sarah usually did that because she liked the dim lighting with the glow the city lights cast into his apartment.

Connor saw her hand shoot up from the couch before he heard Sarah’s soft moan. It sounded like she had been asleep. With a small smile, he made his way over to her. When he saw his girlfriend bundled up, he chuckled a little. “The bed would probably be more comfortable.”

“Didn’t seem late enough to go to bed yet. Plus I was trying to wait up for you. By the way, I brought you some leftovers if you’re hungry. They’re in the fridge.” She yawned as she started to sit up. The dark-haired man felt himself soften. It almost took his mind off of the story Erin had told him earlier. Almost.

“Thanks. But Maggie forced me to take a late lunch break so I’m not that hungry.” He mumbled quietly as he bent down and cupped her face to press a quick kiss to her lips. Then he slipped an arm under her legs and wrapped the other around her waist before he lifted her into the air.

“Connor, I can walk.” Sarah protested even though she nuzzled her head into his neck and her arms looped around his neck.

“Sarah, I can carry you,” Connor mimicked her tone, stopping by the door. “Lock the door for me, baby? My hands are kind of tied up.”

“Whose fault is that?” Sarah teased him as a yawn left her mouth, but she flipped both locks on the door. In response to her teasing, he kissed her forehead. He lingered.

“Are you okay?” She asked, narrowing her brown orbs at him. Though her sleepy haze clouded her gaze and made her pointed look miss its mark.

No, with what he was told tonight Connor he was very much not okay because his girlfriend seemed to have a knack for running headfirst into danger...and he had no bubble wrap large enough to wrap around her frame. He moved to the bedroom. “Fine. Just tired. Why do you ask?”

“You kissed me on the forehead and lingered. You only do that when I’m sick, hurt or something is bugging you. And I’m not sick or hurt. So that leaves the third option.” She told him, rubbing her eyes as she was set on his bed.

“You did laundry?” Connor asked when he saw the basket of laundry. The curly-haired brunette nodded falling back on the bed. “After my dinner, I needed something to do and I noticed your scrubs were dirty. I also changed the sheets on the bed since you said the other day, you had been meaning to do it. But the dirty ones are washed and in the dryer.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Connor told her before he walked the basket to the bathroom so he could fold it tomorrow. He didn’t always use the closet in the bathroom, but he had shuffled things around so Sarah had space for her stuff too.

“Connor, I spend five nights out of the week here. Sometimes more than that and you do my laundry when I leave stuff here. I can help out. Besides, I needed something to do. My dinner with Hank was something. And it was just Hank and I, by the way, he lied about Erin and Justin being there.”

“I know. I ran into your sister and her friend Annie, at Molly’s earlier. Erin told me what was going on.” He called as he walked back to her. “Her and Annie had some interesting stories about you. They told me you’re a danger magnet.”

His blue eyes trailed after her as he leaned against the bathroom door frame, facing into his bedroom. He watched as she tumbled out of his bed and then pulled one of his long-sleeved t-shirts out of the dresser, before she swapped the one she had on her body for it. It fell to the middle of her thighs.“Had a few stories to prove it too.”

“What do you want me to say here, Connor?” She yawned while he prowled more into the room, shucking his jeans and shirt. “If I see someone I care about in danger, and I have the power to get them out of it then of course I’m going to take the chance.”

Scoffing, he pulled her into his arms, dropping his forehead to hers. “Even if it means at the expense of you?”

His brunette beauty avoided looking in his eyes while she shrugged. A growl left Connor’s mouth while he tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were sad while his were filled with a fiery anger. “You can’t jump in and save everyone, Sarah. It’s just not possible.”

History was repeating itself because he said those exact words to her two years earlier.

“I might not be able to save everyone but watch me try either way.” She responded in an almost petulant tone of voice. Connor released another growl of frustration and moved his knee in between her legs as he lifted her up to sit on the bed. His stubborn stubborn girlfriend.

“But what about the people that care about you? What happens to them when something happens to you? Your dad, sister, and brother? Your friends?” Me? He left himself out of the question, but from the way her brown eyes softened, she heard the unspoken word.

She was back to not meeting Connor’s gaze as she admitted quietly, “I’m expendable, Connor.”

“What the hell-”

“There was a time that I didn’t think I’d make it to see my sixteenth birthday. I was nine the first time that thought entered my mind. And I know how fucked up that sounds. I knew it was fucked up then. And I don’t know. Maybe, even though I know I made it past that birthday and I’m healthy. Nothing short of a freak accident happening right now. Part of me-the unconscious part of me that is still that scared kid, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get rid of her and she still thinks she is living on borrowed time.”

Dread filled his stomach because if this was truly the way she thought about herself…Her brown orbs turned glassy as tears gathered in her eyes. “I know that sounds awful. But if I’m going to die…I want my death to mean something.”

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No words seemed to be able to convey what he wanted to say. How he wanted to shake her and make her see reason. She wasn’t expendable; she never would be. At least not to her family or to him. So Connor crushed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss as he brought her body closer. No room was left between them. His tongue fighting with hers. The brunette beauty in his arms whimpered, cupping his face in her small hands. She scooted back a little so her legs could wrap around his waist. Connor crawled after her. With a gasp, Sarah pulled away with her lips feeling a little swollen from Connor’s kiss.

“Connor,” she moaned when he angled his head so he could press open-mouthed kisses to her neck. “Connor,”

Hands seemed to trace down her body. Everywhere she felt branded by his handprints as they pressed softly into her skin. Her back arched as those hands slipped under her shirt. Connor rasped against her skin, “Arms up, baby. I want you naked right now.”

Sarah giggled and did as she was told. As the shirt left her body she said playfully, “But I’ll be cold.”

“That’s why you have me,” he growled when she bucked against him. The shirt fell to the floor. Then settling his hips against hers, he pressed his lips to her jaw as he reached behind her to undo her bra. The cool air made her nipples harden as he threw the garment on the floor. Connor’s ocean-blue eyes darkened at the sight. It made Sarah grin.

She had a set of lingerie she had bought months back in a spur-of-the-moment buy with the man on top of her in mind because it was in his favorite color and accented her cleavage especially, very nicely. But she hadn’t had the confidence to wear it because when she bought the underwear set, she wasn’t sure if buying lingerie for a guy she just sleeping with was socially acceptable. She hadn’t worn the set in the last two months because she worried she would be uncomfortable with the laces in the back agitating her healing burns.

She whined when he wouldn’t let her buck against him. “Connor! Don’t tease. Just fuck me,”

“No,” his voice was a low rumble in her ear. He pressed a kiss there too. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“What? Conn-” she started and was cut off by her boyfriend’s lip capturing hers. She moaned and he swallowed the sound. Her hands drifted to his hair. Now it was her boyfriend who pulled away first. Another whine left Sarah’s mouth.

“Patience baby.” He murmured against her skin before he leaned up a little. She watched through hooded eyes as he trailed a hand down her stomach. Then it disappeared from view and she felt his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her boyshorts. She jumped a little at the sensation at first before she settled, spreading her legs wider for him. “Ohhh,”

“Already wet and I haven’t really done anything.” He mumbled licking a path up her stomach to her breast with the tip of his tongue. She couldn’t even find it in herself to feel embarrassed.

“My body knows you.” She mewled the words as an explanation as Connor teased her nipple again by swirling the tip of his tongue around it. “Please, Connor!”

“You need to be wetter for what I have planned though.” He rasped and that voice. That voice and the way he spoke in bed alone could have her dripping in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t like she didn’t have her own tricks up her sleeve too.

“And what-Oh!” She was interrupted by him sucking her nipple into his mouth. After sucking on it briefly, he released it with a wet pop. Then she was crying out as he sucked a biting mark just underneath where he had been moments earlier. It added to the collection of love bites she already had. The words that fell out of her mouth were a mere pant and unintelligible, but she finally managed to calm down enough to purr, “And what do you have planned, Dr. Rhodes?”

“Fuck,” Her boyfriend moaned against her skin. But with the way Connor’s body was pressed against hers, Sarah could feel how much her words affected him without the verbal noise. She grinned as he kissed a path back up to her lips. Another bruising kiss was pressed to her already swollen lips.

Her hands drifted back to his inky black hair and she tugged on the strands. He pulled away from her lips to tug at her ear lobe with his teeth before he whispered, “I plan on making love to you slowly and thoroughly. I want you wet enough that we can hear it as my cock enters and leaves you. Over and over again.”

Her teeth sunk into his shoulder a moment later to muffle the loud moan that left her mouth. It wasn’t often that Connor talked dirty like that to her. It was only broken out on special occasions. And she knew from reading romance novel after romance novel in college, that this dirty talk was milder than most. But it excited the curly-haired brunette in just the right way.

He moaned before he leaned over and took a condom out of his nightstand. Then he removed both of their undergarments still remaining and rolled it on himself. He situated himself against her center.

“Expendable was the word you used baby?” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to her jaw. With her eyes widened, she nodded mutely. Humming Connor instructed her to wrap her arms around his neck, “I want to feel you, Sarah…That’s my girl. Because that’s what you are. Mine. My girl.”

With those words, he thrust into her shallowly. They both moaned.

In and out. In a slow steady pace. It was almost like he was teasing her but more intense. They could hear the squelching as well as the slap of their skins. But that wasn’t what filled Sarah’s ears until she and her lover both came; it was the possessive word Connor kept repeating like a mantra. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...”

“Yours,” Sarah echoed as she reached her high. Nails clawing into his back. Choking out another moan, “Yours.”

Connor fell into that pleasurable high a moment later with a throaty groan.

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Afterward, when Connor had cleaned her up (Because he wouldn’t let her do it herself.) and put cream over the burns on her back, (Okay, that’s because she couldn’t reach her burns herself.) and put his shirt back on her, (“I undressed you, baby. A gentleman always takes care of their woman.”) they settled against each other in bed. Sarah nuzzled her face into his fuzzy chest.

“Not that I’m in any way complaining, but what was that?” She whispered, peering up at him from her place on his chest. A worn-out smile on her lips. The arm around her waist tightened as he used his other hand card through her curls.

“Run head first into danger all you want to. I’m not deluded enough to think I could change that about you. Even if it makes me want to shake some sense into you, I don’t think I want to change that about you.” He started softly, “But you are not expendable baby. You have people that care about you.”

He paused to cup her jaw so she was looking at him, “I care about you, Sarah. I love you.”

Their blurry future just got starkly more in focus with those three little words. (She didn’t fail to see the irony that she had just thought about those words just earlier this evening.) It was a scary feeling to realize that they weren’t just on their way to serious anymore. They were right smack dab in the middle of serious. But the more Sarah thought about it, the more she realized…

“I love you too.” She whispered back, pressing a kiss to the hand holding her chin. Because truthfully, Connor’s warm embrace had become a place of safety for her. His warm citrus scent filled her with similar security to what she felt at home. Connor had become home for her. Despite all of the denying she did and attempts to keep herself from getting too attached to him, that’s why she asked Maggie to get him the night she got burned. She pecked his lips, urging him quietly with a bright grin. “Say it again.”

“I love you, baby.” His tone was soft and muted. His smile was gentle as he brushed her curls back and traced a finger down her cheek. Another kiss on his lips was his reward, “I love you too.”

#Chicago Med #Chicago PD #One Chicago #Sarah Reese #Hank Voight #Connor Rhodes #Erin Lindsay #Rheese #Voight Family Values #my writing

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dateamonster · 11 months ago

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My controversial opinion: fellow lefties, when you’re going “if this makes you mad maybe it’s because you recognised something in yourself and had your feelings hurt” isn’t the dunk you think it is sometimes. Maybe it’s because you’re being a smug asshole and insulting random people based on a sweeping generalization.

Maybe it’s also because you are right but the fact that you’re being a dick about it and not elaborating turns those who are genuinely curious away.

I love txttletail and think that they have some genuinely good points sometimes but they are such a prime example of this

this seems like one of those things thats addressing something so specific that i simply have no idea what youre talking abt. i should probably say something like please dont use my askbox as an avenue to vaguepost at people but honestly its kinda funny so go nuts i guess.

i doubt you actually want my opinion on any of this, but its my blog so im going to give it anyway. i think this may very well be another case of "is this an actual issue, or is this a case of a few annoying people saying something i dont like". youre in a mind trap that can be very easily escaped by blocking or logging off.

send me controversial or unpopular opinions and I'll tell you if I agree or disagree

#ask #ask meme #tldr i have no idea who ur talking abt or what or why completely incomprehensible have a nice day

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anonymous-dentist · 2 years ago

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What I will say about this tournament was that it was very fun seeing so much crazy fanart and so many passionate fans! I’ve made so many mutuals during this it’s insane, and I have so many projects that I get to start and share with you that I never would have considered making even two weeks ago.

What I will also say is that a lot of you people should be fucking embarrassed. Over the past week or so since the polls went live, I have been harassed, insulted, threatened, bullied. I’ve seen some racist fucking people. I’ve seen some genuine assholes being pieces of shit to campaigners, voters, and even the event organizers.

It’s fucking minecraft. Never before in my six years on this website have I had to turn off my inbox and my replies. Never before have I seen such vitriol from a fandom as “chill” as the Hermitcraft one. Every story I’ve heard about the fandom in 2019, from when Cleo was run off the website, is true, and that kind of behavior still lingers today. Just a few months ago you all bullied Pearl off the website. Just two days ago, I had to delete the Tumblr app off my phone and log out on desktop because someone called me multiple slurs in my askbox because, what, I wanted a Dream SMP member to win a silly tumblr poll? Twitter voters who I considered cool enough to follow said some of the most racist things I’ve seen in my life because, what, a Mexican man was beating their blorbo in a silly tumblr poll? My friends were harassed. Random Quackity voters were harassed. Techno voters were harassed. Wilbur voters. And that’s just what I’ve seen myself. I’m sure there’s more I don’t know about because I haven’t seen it.

There’s a real sense of superiority in certain fandoms on this website. “At least we aren’t them.” Well, maybe you aren’t them. Or you don’t seem to be. But it all lies beneath the surface. It’s all hidden- the vocal minority, what gave the DSMP fandom its bad name- and it rises its ugly head once again.

If you’re one of those people, get off my fucking blog. I never want to see or hear from you again. You disgust me. Go touch some grass and do your math homework.

The poll has been fun. But if I never want to watch hermitcraft again, well. Thanks for that, too.

#discourse #I’m done with this poll shit #and no this is not me being a sore fucking loser

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sidisaspecto · 5 months ago

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Guidelines

Please give a like to let me know you've taken a gander at my rules.

Updated 07/18/2024

ABOUT:

Kar/Karmun/Karthonic either-or. If you'd rather separate mun/muse you can use my middle name, Asher to refer to me.

They/Them is cool.

From New York, so the timezone is EST.

Birthday’s January 1990, so 30+

Spoonie with AuDHD

Artist, and educator, so I can get busy. I commute, so I'm on the train for a few hours a day,

You can reach me on here or on discord. Just ask.

Personal blog @karthonic.

On mobile most of the time.

Also run @stellevatum & @obscurushydrae

GENERAL:

Above all else: Be Excellent to each other and party on, dudes!

This incarnation Kar is for ARK: SURVIVAL EVOLVED ONLY. This blog is Private and part of a closed RP group. I will only write with people who have been accepted. If you want to join in, visit @stargazertribe. I will be softblocking followers who have not submitted to the group after a week or so.

Please don’t follow/interact if you’re under 18, or if you've not been approved.

If you want other Sci-Fi stuff, go follow @stellevatum. For Paranormal/Supernatural stuff @obscurushydrae

Communication is key. My muse might be intimidating, but I'm not-- just very busy and on mobile more often than not. Don’t know something, or want me to elaborate: ask! I forgot a reply or not feeling a thing anymore, lemme know. I'm good. I like get to know the people I write with, it makes me plot things better.

There will be casual mentions of recreational drug use, more often than not mentions of alcohol than drugs, but will be tagged upon request. Other possible triggers are her fatalistic humor and self harm.

This is not a content resource blog. If you’re here for the pretty pictures, aesthetics, or memes, this is not the blog for you.

Godmoding is discouraged but I’m not going to stop it. In this universe, respawn is canon.

Most art is mine but will be credited. If I reblog any art reposted without the original creator’s permission, let me know. I’ll remove it.

IN CHARACTER:

Much of her bio not public knowledge, your character would not know it unless explicitly told by her, or we have discussed it OOCLY.

ASKS:

Askbox will only be open for IC interactions, save for when the meme specifies Mun. IMs are for OOC communication. Anon feature is for sideblogs, multimuses to interact ICly with me. Any Anon messages good or bad directed to the Mun (outside of memes) will be ignored. The Anon feature is privilege, I will revoke it for my well-being if need be.

No Magic Anons, please!

There’s no need to wait to send me a meme if you’ve followed me for 5 minutes or 5 months, send the thing.

Reblog Karma is going to be enforced on this blog. That is, if you reblog an ask meme off me, please send me one. Otherwise, reblog the meme from @karref

THREADS:

Jump on any open post, there’s no need to ask permission, they’re there for that reason!

I will be keeping my posts simple! I don't have the time/energy to make formatted posts, and I like to keep things as accessible as possible. I do try to keep track of the heavily plotted stuff, but the casual things might drop off. Feel free to remind me if it's been a bit!

Communicate! If you’re having trouble writing a reply, talk to me! If you don’t like or not feeling a thread, say so and drop the thread. That also doesn’t mean things are done for good. Come to me if you want to skip/do something else.

If you’d rather we move things to discord, just ask! I’ll set up a server just for us!

SHIPPING:

I don't entirely expect to ship Kar in this verse but willing to discuss the possibility. leave the rest to chemistry and just how we as writers write. Kar is into male muses, and will be polite about turning other people down, unless one doesn’t take the hint.

I will only write ships with muns older than 21, but 25+ is preferred.

TAGGING/ HARD LIMITS:

Blood, Gore, Body Horror, Drugs, etc, will be tagged with (name); for instance drugs; . Special Tags on request.

Posts will be tagged upon request, just let me know!

If you read and understand this, I would appreciate if you'd leave a like the post, that way I know you have without forcing a password.

But if you'd like to message me, here's a DM icebreaker: What's your favorite extinct animal? (If you're lucky I may have cool fact about it.)

HOPE TO WRITE WITH YOU SOON! :D

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landwriter · 2 years ago

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Hello Mrs landwriter. Would you consider writing a continuation of your You've Got Mail Dreamling AU? I just stumbled across it and it's really very good and I am yearning for more. Much love to you 💖

part one for context. I would also like to take the opportunity to announce that despite my Advanced Internet Age of late twenties, I am scandalously unwed and unattached. any and all comers are welcome to pitch me for my hand in marriage in my askbox.

OP - thank you so much! I have plans to write a full You’ve Got Mail AU at some point but here is another scene, just for you! thanks for enabling me :)

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“8 o’clock, boss, right on time,” said Matthew, as they stopped outside the cafe that was definitely gonna be Morpheus’ future Last Known Location. “This mystery penpal date is some real serial killer shit, man. You know? He could be anyone.”

“Matthew,” said Morpheus, and turned to look at him with a terrifyingly smitten expression. “A mystery he may be, but he is still the single most charming person I have ever come in contact with. The way he writes of life. The stories he tells! His passion, his hunger, his wit. He could be a bike messenger, and I would be a madman to not turn my life upside down and marry him.”

Matthew felt the rare, exquisite discomfort of actually being the fuckin’ voice of reason in a situation. “You don’t even know what he looks like, boss. Marriage seems a bit, uh, full on? If you haven’t even swapped photos?”

Morpheus regarded him a little satisfied smirk. “We haven’t exchanged pictures of our faces, no.”

“No, you didn’t,” he said in disbelief. Morpheus just raised his eyebrows. “You slut! What is it with gay dudes and-”

“It would be tremendously unprofessional for my assistant to make generalizations about an entire population,” said Morpheus. He sniffed. “Also, he is bisexual.”

“Okay, okay, boss, he’s bisexual, my bad, how about the professionalism of dragging your assistant to your date with this mystery bisexual whose name you don’t even know?” He was, truth be told, pretty fuckin’ invested at this point, but if he could guilt Morpheus into a more generous Christmas bonus, he would. Shame was for suckers.

“You are here in your capacity as my friend,” said Morpheus. Oh, the cold-hearted asshole, invoking their friendship on a Nets game night.

“Then at least let me be homophobic!” he protested. A passerby glared at him. Tourists. “You only get to choose one, man. Loyal assistant or lovably brash bosom buddy, making the protagonist look like less of an-”

“Go on, then,” said Morpheus, heading off his loving insult and folding his arms expectantly.

“No, fuck, the moment is gone. It’s not the same if you give me permission, man. I’m taking an I-O-U for later. One homophobia, when you least expect it,” he said.

Morpheus, who actually did look like he might vomit from his nerves at any moment, at least rolled his eyes at that. That was something.

This was definitely a pep talk moment. God, he was shit at pep talks.

“Well, I’ve loyally delivered you to your fate, or date, or whatever, so, uh, have fun! Don’t get stabbed, text me how it goes, and remember: don’t let him take you to a second location. That’s how they get you, boss. Unless I’m in your will. Then totally do,” he said. He clapped Morpheus on the shoulder and added, in all his generosity of spirit, “Good luck, man. You’ve got this.”

Morpheus clapped a hand on his shoulder too. It stayed. It squeezed painfully tight. “Matthew. My best friend,” he said.

“Yeah?” he asked. This was not good. This was Big Favor shit coming on, he could smell it.

“Would you go and look for me?” asked Morpheus, in a rush.

“Me?” he asked, and thought That’s it? Morpheus had it bad. So, so bad.

“Yes. Just go look through the window and check him out. Please,” said Morpheus. His voice was edged with hysteria. Matthew thought he might actually start to vibrate apart.

“You’re pathetic, boss,” he said, cheerfully. “Also, that’s creepy as fuck.”

“Matthew,” said Morpheus.

“Alright, alright bossman. I’m going. I’m looking. As your best friend.”

Morpheus nodded and sat himself down heavily on a nearby bench. It sounded like he was doing La Maze breathing.

He climbed the steps and, yes, very fuckin’ creepily peered through the window into the cafe. All groups and couples, definitely not Mystery Bisexual, except - there was a waiter taking an order from the table at the back. There was a closed book on the table. “Is he uh, supposed to have a book or something? You know, since you don’t know what his face looks like?” he asked, and didn’t even make the joke, excellent best friend that he was.

“Yes,” said Morpheus. “Yes, and?”

“And the waiter’s blocking him,” he said. “Wait, hold on, he’s moving-” The waiter left and he sucked in a breath.

“Well? Can you see him? Can you see him?”

“Uh,” he said, dumbly.

“Matthew, New York is an at-will employment state. Matthew. What do you see.”

“I can see him,” he said, slowly. Well, at least Morpheus wouldn’t get murdered by his date. Or he would, actually, but at least Matthew would be able to point the cops in the right direction.

“And?” Or - third possibility - Matthew would be the one murdered, by his own best friend.

“He’s, uh, he’s hot, boss.” He was. Nice smile, warm eyes, broad shoulders. The sort of approachable hot guy-ness that could make another guy wonder about sucking dick after a few drinks. Y’know. Theoretically.

“I knew it,” said Morpheus, triumphantly. “I knew it. I knew he would be, Matthew. He had to be. Had. To. Be.” He laughed in delight.

Matthew had never heard him sound happier in his life. It was fuckin’ unnerving. He felt like he was witnessing a Great White cavorting through the water like a dolphin. Felt wrong. Felt a bit too toothy. He took a moment to mourn his Christmas bonus, and then sighed and spoke again.

“Uh, boss, it’s just. He sort of looks like, uh, that Hob guy?”

“What, Hob Gadling with the little bookstore?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s hot, right?”

“Yes. I suppose. Absolutely. I don’t care about Hob Gadling. He’s irrelevant.”

Hoo-fuckin’-boy. Matthew grimaced.

“Boss, if you don’t like Hob Gadling, I can uh, I can promise you, you’re not gonna like your man with the book.”

“Why not?”

“Because it is Hob Gadling.”

#dreamling #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #dream of the endless #hob gadling #matthew the raven #my writing #you've got mail au #sry it's just comedy and not dreamling op but this scene is iconic and the first thing i thought of #asks #prompt fill #dream x hob

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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Please,,, make a fic about reader squishing daddy ozzies face,,, I must know how that'll turn out (your blog has officially converted me to ddaddy ozz 💦 thank you finnie)

So Cute

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 550 you living in my head anon? you projecting my thoughts out here into my askbox? because i want to smoosh those silly cheeks together so hard ;-; also you are welcome but also thank you that's so sweet to say, i didn't do any of the work there though, man speaks for himself truly 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: soft fluff, a lot of smooches

It was impossible to keep your hands off of Oswald Cobblepot. The man was made to be touched and held and squeezed and stroked. He was warm, soft, and so welcoming of any physical touch. His eyes lit up and his mouth curled up into a smile the minute you came into contact with him, so you made note to do it as often as possible. Not that you needed to be reminded. Oswald was entirely alluring. So charming, handsome, irresistibly adorable despite his tough guy persona. It was a façade. He was sweet, self-effacing, considerably shy underneath the Penguin.

You stood embracing him, considering all of these thoughts, ones that consumed you when you were in his presence. The feelings you had for him were overwhelming, enough to have your heart beating to an irregular rhythm. You leaned back and took a good look at him, smiling wide at him. There were so many words, so many things you could say, but as he looked back at you, eyebrow cocked, a questioning look accompanied by a mischievous smile, you only felt one thing.

“Oswald. You are so cute.”

He scoffed, eyebrow raising higher, and sensing he was about to start playing himself down, you took your hands and placed them on his cheeks, thumbs softly stroking his skin as you stared deep into his eyes.

“Sweetheart, what you doing? You’re the cute one here!”

He placed his hands over yours, large enough that they completely encased yours, but he didn’t remove your hands, he only pressed them closer to him, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours, chuckling at the satisfied moan that escaped your lips. When he stepped back, he took his hands away, but you kept yours against him, pushing his cheeks together.

“Hey, come on, don’t make this mug look any worse!”

You giggled, kissing the resulting pout as his face was compressed between your palms. Another one to the tip of his nose. Finally removing your hands from his face, you looped them around his neck and peppered light kisses to his cheeks and forehead, stepping on your tiptoes to reach further in your mission to kiss him all over his sweet face. He accepted them without putting up a fight, delighted to be showered in affection, but a quick glance at the clock between your adorations had him trying to hold you back.

“I’m melting, doll, really. You got me blushing! But come on, we gotta get going.”

A dramatic sigh and an over-exaggerated shoulder slump preceded your pout, staring up at him with large eyes, blinking comically at him.

“You can’t stare at me doe eyed all day!” You kept it up though, hands finding the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him in closer to you. “Or maybe you can…”

If you were late, you were late. Who was going to chastise Oswald Cobblepot? No one who wanted to be alive at the end of the night. Finding his cheek again, your other hand trailing through the hair at the back of his head, you kissed him, deeper this time. Lips hard against his as you let the passion take over. But he was determined to keep to his appointments.

“Alright, sweetheart. Time’s up. I’ll owe you one though, hm?”

He offered another smile, one sweet and sincere, apologetic. You grabbed his cheeks again.

“So cute, Oswald. So cute.”

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here4kpopfics · 2 years ago

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hey kelly congrats on your milestone!!✨ if you have time, id like to request a jjk drabble with #44 (I'm only here for the dog) and #82 (this is a one time thing)! fluff or smut or both (ill love it regardless)💖💖💖 if youre overwhelmed with other requests, no worries!!

OKAY so I had something already planned after Koo's lives at home and ekrgjtsjfrejkgsrg this worked perfectly. Keeping it short and sweet and fluffy bc there are other requests that are straight up filth. So cute Dog Dad as a cleanser. 💜💜💜 unedited again bc lazy

#44 was also requested by @btscontentenjoyer so here you go as well, beautiful 😘

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jjk x reader | just some cute fluff | 532 words | pg13 | Bam is best boy.

“Where’s my favorite boy?!” You ask, brushing past Jungkook at the front door and entering his living room.

“Hello to you, too?” He questions, closing the door and turning to see Bam jumping up off the couch to get all of your attention. “Bam! Chill!”

The dog turns to look at his dad for a brief moment before you laugh, turning back to you with an excited pant.

“It’s fine, Bam. You have to let your daddy think he’s the favorite. I get it.” Jungkook walks behind you, grabbing the bags of takeout food from your hands in perfect timing for you to grab Bam’s head. You kiss the top of his head and give him a bunch of scratches before he circles around you once and runs to his dad entering the kitchen.

You follow the dog, who sits by his dog bowl, watching his dad and waiting. You sneak up behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist, standing on your tiptoes to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Hi, other favorite boy.” You grin at his look of disgust, quickly going in for a kiss on his cheek.

“Absolute nonsense.” He grumbles, pulling out the takeaway boxes from the bags.

“Oh, Koo. You know I’m only here for the dog.” You kiss his shoulder, getting off your tiptoes and preparing Bam’s food. “Oh and your couch, your giant tv, and your Netflix acco—”

You’re quickly spun around, Jungkook’s lips crashing into yours to shut you up. You grin into the kiss, arms sliding around his shoulders.

“Okay, okay. I’m also here for you.”

“Damn right.” He kisses you again, hands on your hips, scooting you away from the counter, “switch. I’ll feed Bam.”

“You think he likes me more, huh?” You tease, doing as he says anyway, cackling when he smacks your ass as you walk away.

You both finish up your tasks, you unpack the food, putting it on plates and grabbing two pints and some beer, walking it all to the coffee table in front of the couch. Jungkook watches Bam to make sure he eats everything before sitting down on the floor with you, Bam curling up on the corner of the couch.

You make it through two episodes of your current kdrama obsession with him before you get tired of sitting on the floor and crawl onto the couch, laying down on your side with a pillow. Jungkook gets up to join you but Bam beats him to it, curling up against your chest. You grin, wrapping your arm around Bam, peppering him with kisses.

“This is a one time thing.” He states, mostly to the dog, moving your pillow and sitting down next to you, letting your head rest on his lap. Bam lifts his head, repeating your action of scooting up to rest his head on his knee while still curled against you.

“Mmm. This is the life. Favorite pup, favorite boy, comfy couch, good food…” your list trails off as you feel your eyes close, breathing slowly matching with the big sleeping dog. You softly smile at the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers gently massaging your scalp.

Yup. This is the life.

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hertzwritings · 3 years ago

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Cave in

A/N: Here’s the first one shot from my promptlist! I hope y’all will enjoy it, because I sure as hell loved writing it!

Prompt: “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m only here for the cake”

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one shot or multichapter fic, with whatever you want in it!

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus sized!Female reader

Contains: Language, enemies to lovers, slight smut (18+ MINORS DNI), thigh riding, slight dirty talk, slight praise kink

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Caved in

It wasn’t your first choice to spend the evening – which, by the way, was the first day off you’d had in just around three weeks – left to your own devices at a random VIP party, your best friend had dragged you to.

You barely knew anyone, the drinks were terrible, and you felt too big, like you took up too much space with your body, to belong. A few sneers had already come your way, and you didn’t know why on earth she’d want you here.

You leaned against the table you had planted yourself at, sipping your god-awful drink slowly, trying to look like you belong.

Which you didn’t, in your opinion.

You caught the azure-blue eyes of a certain man, you had hoped you wouldn’t meet and groaned under your breath. Perfect, really. Of course, he’d be here. He cocked an eyebrow at you, which you returned with a tightlipped smile, tipping your glass to him.

Where the hell was Loes? She had run off, spotting a friend somewhere in the crowd with a hurried I’ll be right back – which was an hour ago. You were pretty sure she’d managed to land herself in a bathroom, probably with Sebastian Stan, if she had anything to say about it, and that left you alone for an unforeseeable future.

You texted her quickly, not really hoping for a response. She was probably balls deep at this point, which you did find impressive. Good for her, really.

“I didn’t expect you to show up here.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you rolled your eyes. Motherfucking Henry Cavill. You turned around with a smile, that most definitely didn’t reach your eyes. “Hello to you, too.” He looked good, great, even. It was downright annoying. He was handsome as ever, his brown locks perfectly laid back, his suit fitting wonderfully over his chest and arms; you didn’t even have to look to know, that his pants were like glued to his thighs.

“Waiting for me?” There it was - the goddamn attitude. He always seemed to be better than anyone around him – except for when he was around Loes, who managed to ground her best friend. To you, he was insufferable and deeply egocentric – he never even tried to get along with you, despite your efforts. He always did the face, where his stupid eyebrow cocked up, a slight smirk played on his lips and his eyes ran up and down your body as if he was asking and what do you think you are? It was annoying at best, at worst? It was enough to make you crumble a little. It hadn’t been better after you heard part of a conversation between him and Loes one night.

“Her body…” “Henry, you’re disgusting.” It was more than enough for you to know how he felt about you. That, paired with the way he looked at you, made you feel annoyingly small and seething with anger, every time you saw his stupid face. It was shitty, mostly because you honestly had tried to get along with him – Loes was your best friend and his, and you did quite like the way he looked. Also, the way he talked to people was nice – just not directed at you.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’m only here for cake.” You spat. “Not surprising.” You narrowed your eyes at him, and something flashed in his eyes – guilt, maybe? – and you sneered at him. “What the fuck is your problem? Are you kidding me? We’ve known each other for a year, and you’re acting like I cut off your big toe or some shit. Try being a polite person, next time, asshole.” You pushed yourself from the table, gathered your things, tears burning in your eyes. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, so you rushed from the venue, standing outside and lit up a cigarette while texting Loes that you felt sick and wanted to go home. “Y/N, wait!” You sighed and closed your eyes. “I seriously do not want to talk to you, Henry. Can we just… Like… Not like each other from a distance?” You asked defeatedly, taking a drag of your cigarette. “Can I have one?” He asked, pointing to the pack in your hand. You rolled your eyes, but gave him one, anyway. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.” He chuckled at that and lit up his own cigarette, puffing the smoke out with a content sigh. “Shouldn’t be, really. Only in certain situations.” “Same. Anyway, good to get insulted by you yet again, I’ll go now.” You began to walk, but he grabbed your elbow, holding you in place. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.” You huffed. “Sure, Henry. Listen, I’ll be nice around you, so Loes won’t have to pick between us, but I’m not here for your amusement or for you to look down on. I’m a person, and I do have a sliver of self-respect left in me.” You said, cocking your eyebrow at him. “I… When have I insulted you?” He asked, genuinely confused. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You seethed. “You’ve done nothing but your best to make me feel as small and insignificant as possible, since I met you. You never talk to me, and when you do, it’s laced with hidden insults and jabs. You look at me like I’m dirt under your feet, and you think you haven’t insulted me?” You glared at him. “You’re currently insulting my fucking intelligence, Henry.” He looked taken aback, but his hand didn’t leave your elbow. You stomped on your cigarette. “Let me go.” “No. Hang on, you can’t just say all that and then expect me to not retort.” “Oh, yes, please let me hear what you have to say about me.” You said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I do so love to hear your innermost thoughts.” “Just… Come here.” He dragged you to an alley and stopped, his hand now on your shoulder, bending down to be eyelevel with you. Fucking tall man.

“Listen to me.” His eyes searched yours and you glared at him, putting as much venom in your eyes as you could. “I’m truly sorry that I’ve insulted you, and that you think I think of you as lesser.” You snorted. “Oh, come on…” He cut you off. “Seriously. I didn’t mean for that at all. I think you’re a wonderful person, and I would be hard pressed to find something negative about you to say or even think. Except, of course, your vehement hate for me.” His lips slid into a smile. “But I honestly… I never wanted to insult you or make you feel bad.” “That’s rich. You literally just said not surprising when I said I was here for cake, which, by the way, was a lie.” He frowned. “Oh!” He smiled. “No, I didn’t mean anything by that. I thought you knew it was one of the best pastry chefs who made it, that’s why I said it. I truly came here for the cake. No way in hell I’d miss that.” It was your turn to frown. “What?” “Yeah. I didn’t imply anything with it.” You were digesting his words.

“Well, what about your conversation with Loes?” “Which one? We talk a lot.” He asked, finally deeming that you probably weren’t going to run away from him, and let your shoulder go, leaning against the wall opposite you, hands in his pockets. “You… It’s a few months ago. I mean, I overheard part of it, which was you pretty much gagging over my body and her telling you, that you were disgusting.” To your surprise, he blushed. He looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie-jar. He rubbed the back of his neck, and the sight of him looking so… Bashful, while leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face and a foot propped up against the brick behind him, made your stomach swirl. That was uncharacteristically hot.

“Oh, that.” “Yeah, that.” You sighed. “It’s fine if you find me… Like… Not to your liking, I mean…” You gestured to his body. “You look like that, and you’ve dated women who were the size of my thigh, but that gives you no right to…” He cleared his throat. “You misunderstood.” “Sure, I did.” “No, really.” He licked his lips. “Loes thought I was disgusting because I couldn’t stop talking about you. I was talking about…” He sighed and closed his eyes, before they landed on you again, this time with fire burning behind the blue. “I was talking about how attractive I found you. Your body. You are truly a vision to me, and I had a hard time shutting up about it. Lo thought I was a pig.” He laughed a little at the memory. “She told me that I should stop talking to her about it, and just say it to you. I wanted to, but then you started acting like I was the biggest stain on your existence, so I decided against it.” You swallowed thickly and blinked a few times.

He thought you were hot? Like… Actually attractive. Suddenly, everything began to make sense. “Oh.” You exhaled. Every time he had looked you up and down, it hadn’t been in disgust, it was because he was admiring you – a lot of puzzle-pieces fell into place in your head. “Wait, then… Why are you acting to high and mighty? Cocky?” “I guess it’s a defense mechanism? I’m not sure. I guess I tried to impress you. Seem… Confident. I had no idea it had an adverse effect.” “Well, now you do.” You grin at him. “I never thought you’d look at me in any way, if I’m being honest.” He frowned and looked deeply insulted. “What? Have you seen yourself? You look like… that!” He gestured to your body, and you felt a familiar heat crawl to your cheeks. “That dress should be illegal in all countries.” He pushed away from the wall and his fingers found the strap, toying with it. Your breath hitched. “I’m damn sure it is.” He mumbled, mostly to himself and the pad of his finger slid against your skin, trailing goosebumps in their wake. “Were you serious? This isn’t just a play to get me to like you and then you tear me down?” His fingers stilled and his eyes locked on yours. They were dark – you chalked it up to the darkness of the alley. “I’d never do anything like that, darling.” He said seriously. When you nodded, his fingers began moving again. “You’re… Entirely unaware of the effect you have on people.” He said in a hushed voice. “I don’t have an effect on people.” You whispered breathily. His fingers rested on your collarbone now, and you had to lean against the wall to avoid your knees buckling. He chuckled. “Oh, darling, you really have no idea. The way you turn heads. All eyes on you… You carry yourself so damn confidently, it’s hard not to look.” “People look because of my weight.” “I don’t. I promise you, every time you’re in the room, my eyes are on you. You’re… Irresistible. Like a forbidden fruit.” He murmured. His fingers trailed your collarbone, dipping in the hollow between them, before moving to the other side. “Henry, I…” Your breath hitched again as his fingers pushed the strap on your shoulder down just a little. “You are fucking sinful. You walk around like this…” He let the strap glide further down your shoulder. “Without even knowing how fucking hard you get me…” The strap was at your elbow. “How much I imagine being inside of you, making you mine…” You gasped as the dress finally gave in and slipped from your chest, following the strap. He groaned as his eyes found your hardened nipple. “Fucking hell, Y/N… You’re going to be the death of me.” His eyes found yours, hands hovering just above your exposed chest. He looked like he was waiting on approval, and your brain did the only thing, it could think of.

With a moan, your lips connected with his, desperation and urgency settling nicely in between moans – his hand flew to your chest, kneading it, while your hands found the back of his neck, grabbing tufts of hair in the nape of his neck; he growled and pushed his body against yours, his thigh between your legs and you couldn’t help the whine, that overtook you, when he pressed against your core. He tasted like whiskey sour and cigarettes, but there was something else, something so entirely Henry, it made you feel drunk. You rolled your hips, creating friction where you could, grinding down on his thigh. He was kissing you like his life depended on it, as if he had wanted nothing but kissing you for his entire life. It was teeth and tongue, roaming hands and your dripping core that made a mess of his – probably very expensive – pants. Your hips stuttered as you felt pleasure creep up on you, and he grinned against your lips.

“Look at my pretty girl… Want to cum on my thigh, baby? Soak my pants…?” You mewled and whispered his name, when he pressed you down a little, letting you rut against his thigh harshly. “Do it, baby… Cum for me, right here, on my fucking thigh…” You moaned against his lips, riding his thigh until you exploded. His lips were searing against yours and he swallowed your sounds as you came hard, pleasure running rampant through your body. Your nerves were burning, every cell in your body was screaming for more and you had lost all control over your breathing and yourself. You were clawing his back, nails digging into his jacket, and you realized that he was holding you up effortlessly. Fucking hell.

You came down with small, heaving breaths, while he kissed your collarbone and neck; you couldn’t see straight. He slowly removed his hand from your breast and deftly put the dress back on your chest and shoulder, before he lowered you carefully to the ground. He held your shoulders tightly until he was sure, you can stand on your own two feet. He kissed you softly again.

“Want to get out of here with me?” “You have no idea.” You grinned and he kissed you longingly, already pulling you towards his car.

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

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Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

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