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idyllic-ghost · 13 hours ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're crushing me," you mutter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry," he mutters.

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 2. Random massages

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now," Mingyu insists, nodding earnestly.

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

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

"Gyu—"

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

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

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 3. Sharing food

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

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

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

"What?" you ask, bemused.

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

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

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

"But he—" Jun starts to protest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 5. Showing you off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you," he mutters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 8. Lunch boxes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 9. Bath buddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," you murmur.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 10. Tie-fixer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ ... 11?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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artdcnaldson · 21 hours ago

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pussydrunk 2006 art eating pussy for the first time and he can't stop moaning into your cunt and grinding against the bed. when he feels you cum on his mouth he drinks it up like he's dying of thirst and cums in his boxers.

Vintage ask that's been in my inbox since September 17th.... oops.......

but sigh.... sweet baby!Art needing to proove himself after he's lost the 2006 Junior US Open final </3 He goes back to your hotel room bc he can't stand the thought of looking at a very Smug Patrick Zweig right now, especially if somehow Tashi winds up in their hotel room, and Art has to suffer through a pathetic, soul crushing sexile.

And it's not like he's super experienced. He's fucked, but it was clumsy and rushed and awkward because he was always afraid that Patrick would ignore the sock on the door and burst in just to be a dickhead.

You're not sharing your room. You're wearing a halter top and low rise jeans and a sparkly scarf as a belt, and you smell like vanilla body spray and dove cucumber deodorant. When you kiss him, you taste like strawberries and cream, licking delicately into his mouth as you pin him beneath you on the bed.

He's never gone down on someone before, but he's watched videos. He's heard Patrick talk about it in any crude way he can. He described the smell, the taste, the way the girls' thighs would close around his ears and trap him there. He's blushing tomato red as he pulls back and looks at you. "Can I eat you out?"

He regrets it the second he asks, terrified that he'll be horrible and sloppy and awful at it, but you nod and he begins to strip you of your party clothes. He kisses the valley between your breasts, the spot below your belly button, a beauty mark near your hip.

He fits himself between your thighs, and leans forward to give a tentative lick. He sighs softly, nuzzling closer, letting his tongue explore the slick, hot flesh. You moan and he feels your thighs tense on either side of him as his tongue flicks over the bud of your clit.

You taste good. Locker room talk had convinced Art that it'd be kind of gross and dirty to eat pussy, but you were so soft and warm and wet beneath him, dripping your juices onto his eager tongue.

He knows he's hard in his jeans, and he's lucky he's on his stomach so you can't tell. He can't help but give in to the urge to rut down against the springy hotel bed, just a little... just to sooth that aching, hungry need.

Your fingers are in his hair, tangled, tugging. You moan louder, throwing your hair back. He wonders if you've ever been eaten out before. If he's doing alright. If he's better. He tries to scan his brain for anything Patrick might have said that wasn't totally disgusting, but he draws a blank. All he can focus on is the taste of you, the smell of you, the pretty sounds you're making.

It doesn't take much to get you there, which only seems to feed his ego. He's rutting against the bed like an animal in heat, moaning against your pussy, licking at you like a fucking meal. "Cumming— 'm cumming—" you gasp in a breathy tone, and he knows he's done for. He tastes your release on his tongue— the slick, heady flavor like heaven. He cums with a gasp, panting against the slick, swollen folds of your cunt as he spills his release into his boxers.

"You're really good at that," you tell him as he rolls over, the wet spot on his pants just as evident as the glistening release on his nose, mouth, and chin. He should be embarrassed, but you don't say anything, so he isn't. You don't comment about returning the favor (you think he's probably out of commission until further notice), so you ask him if he wants to just cuddle and sleep over. He can't think of anything better.

#art donaldson x reader #art donaldson fanfic #art donaldson smut

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nmhdreamscape · 2 days ago

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my turn! ✧ l.hc

pairing | dad!haechan x fem!reader

request | "sry to ask again but could you write whiny husband Haechan getting jealous of his son cause you give him more attention then Haechan by peppering him with kisses or cuddling him the whole time pls? (make it long if you can pls)"

word count | 944

content | fluff, slightly suggestive, jealousy, you and hyuck have a son, making out

“mum!” you heard a tiny yell sound down the hallway as the front door opened. you looked up at the clock, school was indeed over for the day. poking your head out of the laundry, you watched as your son came barrelling down the hallway towards you. you bent down to catch him, the boy landing in your arms quite harshly, earning a grunt from you.

“how was school today, baby?” you asked with a smile, squeezing him into a hug. you truly treasured small moments like this. moments where you could just truly take in your son. you pressed a flurry of kisses onto his cheeks as he tried to squirm away. when he finally broke free from your tirade of affection, he began to recount his day.

“and, we learned about dinosaurs today! dowon said the t-rex was the coolest but i thought it was the brac- bracio- bachi…” he trailed off, really trying hard to remember the name correctly. you let out a small giggle, pinching his cheek.

“brachiosaurus?” you quizzed, knowing you were right. what made it even better was watching the way his eyes lit up in delight at you knowing exactly what he meant.

“yeah that one! how’d you know that mum, you’re so smart.” he marvelled, leaning into your touch as you stroked his hair.

“anything else happen?” you asked, wanting to make sure he was finished with his story.

“nope, i thinked that’s it.” he smiled up at you, looking like the direct copy of his father. you pressed a final kiss to his cheek before standing up again.

“it’s thought baby, not thinked.” you corrected, ruffling his hair. “why don’t you go and have a shower, i’ll make sure there’s a snack waiting for you when you get out.” the promise of food was enough to make your son take off running. you let out a hearty laugh, watching as his small frame disappeared upstairs.

the sound of someone clearing their throat rather loudly snapped you out of your motherly daze. you turned your head to find donghyuck leaning against the wall in the hallway, almost as if he hadn’t moved from the moment your son had greeted you. he was standing there with his trademark pout adorning his lips. you let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes as you made your way over to him. as you got closer, he backed further away. you raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“what’s up with you?” you questioned half-heartedly as you moved towards your husband once again. this time, donghyuck didn’t back away and welcomed you into his space. his arms naturally came to wrap around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. you looked up at him, waiting for your answer.

“i don’t get hellos like that.” he whined, pout still present on his lips. you let out a laugh in disbelief, hand coming up to clutch at your chest.

“seriously?” you stared at him in disbelief. you watched as a slight redness began to appear on donghyuck’s ears. biting a lip to surprise a laugh at his embarrassment, you watched as he stepped out of your grasp.

“yes seriously! you didn’t even say hi at all.” he continued in a huff, arms coming to cross over his chest. you just watched on in amusement, wondering how he could get jealous over his own son, of all people.

that’s when you heard the shower turn on, signalling your son was doing what he was told. it also signalled that the two of you now had some time alone. without much of a second thought you cornered your husband up against the wall, standing up on your toes so that you were now eye level with him. your noses brushed against one another as your breaths mingled, your husband staring down at you in anticipation.

“hi.” you whispered, as your arms came to rest around his neck once again. his hands came down to grip at your waist, eyes not so subtly drifting down to your lips.

“hey.” was all the response either of you needed. your lips crashed together hurriedly, donghyuck surging forward, so now you were pressed against the wall on the other side of the hallway.

while you had missed your son while he was away at school, you also missed this. the feeling of donghyuck pressed up against you after a long day of work. your kisses were messy and rushed, his tongue slipping inside your mouth with ease as you began to tug on the hairs at the nape of his neck. the two of you could easily lose yourself in the sensation, donghyuck beginning to trail open mouth kisses down the column of your neck. however, that was soon to be interrupted.

“mum! dad! there’s a spider in the bathroom! i’m scared.” you both heard your son yell from upstairs, causing you both to pause and stare at one another. in assessing each other dishevelled state, you began to laugh, attempting to make yourselves look somewhat presentable, so your son wouldn’t ask questions you couldn’t quite answer.

“i better go deal with that and i’ll finish dealing with you later.” he winked, giving you a light tap on the ass as he walked away. you simply shook your head, watching as he disappeared up the steps.

“i’ll be waiting.” you called out from the kitchen, having moved to prepare your son the snack you had promised. moments like those with donghyuck you treasured as well, especially with the promise of what was to come later on once you both tuck your son into bed for the night.

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stvrnloghost · 23 hours ago

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Stepdad!Chris helping mom!reader relax.

warnings- smut, financial struggles, mental health, bath sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it.), crying, fluff, pet names- honey, baby, mama, ma, ect, age gap relationship, that’s really all.

‘Stress reliever.’

“How about we all go into the living room, and have a sleepover and cuddle and watch a movie hm?”

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Almost five years, five years without getting any touch down there besides yourself—and your old vibrator. Finally after a while, your sweet little girl was growing up, and you were desperate enough to go on a dating website, where you met Chris. He was young, attractive, not much of an age gap—you were 27, he was 21. Just six years, it’s not that bad right?

He made you feel young, and he adored your little girl so much. It’s only been three months and he’s been more of a father figure than her deadbeat dad. Sure you feel guilty, he’s young being dragged into a relationship with a single mom who’s way more mature than him definitely wasn’t what he thought would ever happen in his life, especially since he’s still so young. He’s reminded you time after time he’d much rather be with you than partying or doing drugs at some party—he makes you feel wanted and taken care of.

It was a long day. A reaaaaallllyyy long day. You Chris and Mila all went to lunch and the park, the little girls been sooooo energetic lately and it’s kicking your ass. By the time you got her to bed you were exhausted, ready to shower and crawl right into Chris’s arms and fall asleep. But it seems he had other plans, you shuffled into the bathroom ready to shower—only to be met with Chris pouring bath salts into your old bathtub.

You let a small sleepy, yet confused smile form onto your lips as you tilt your head and lean against the doorframe. “Runnin’ yourself a bath?” You mumble out, catching the boys attention. He quickly looks up and lets a grin form onto his lips before standing up, and slowly—almost teasingly. Walking towards you. “Nope.” Is all he says before reaching you and starting to fiddle with the buttons on your white blouse. “M’ runnin us a bath.”

You nod slowly, biting down ok your lip as you watch him slip the blouse off your shoulders, now only left in your jeans, and black lazy bra. “Yeah?” You breath out letting your own hands trail up and down his chest before stopping at the hem of his shirt. “Mhmmm helpin’ you relax mama.” He murmurs out, helping you take off his shirt before he eagerly starts to undo your jeans.

Once you were undressed, which it didn’t take him long to get naked after—his cock springing up as he pulls his boxers down. You both quickly made your way to the bath, he held your hand as you got in. Settling in comfortably he quickly got in after, the water just barely making its way to the edge before sloshing back in as he settled between your legs. “Y’ looked so pretty all day.” He murmured out placing teasing kisses down your thighs before sinking his teeth into yohr inner thigh, causing you to whimper—it hurt so good.

“Chris.” You breath out letting your eyes slowly shut as you tilt your head back. Melting into the warm water, along with his hands moving all across your body only making you melt further into the bathtub. “Shhhhh.” He hushed quietly, his middle finger and ring finger finding your clit, rubbing tight circles making you moan softly. Still being mindful of the sleeping five year old—knowing your shitty apartment walls definitely weren’t thick enough for you to moan loud, he brought his free hand to your face and pushed his thumbs between your lips. Which you wrapped your lips around it and sucked.

He slowly pushed one finger into your aching hole, your spongy walls immediately sucking him in. Your eyes rolled back as you let his thumb release from your mouth letting out a breathy moan. Je hushed you again before letting his other finger sink inside you. “Ohhh Chrissssss!” You choke out your eyes fluttering shut as he starts to pump his fingers quickly, letting the water splash around you. Not caring that it was getting on the old tile floors. That’s a problem for another day.

He let his fingers move in and out of your weeping hole in a burtal pace. Your walls fluttered around his fingers before he pulled out, causing you to whine. He ignored your protests and quickly stood up and stepped outside of the bath—embarrassingly slipping a little before grabbing a towel and tugging you out. “This’ fuckin’ bathtub ain’t shit, can’t see yer’ pretty pussy while I fuck you.” He grumbled out tugging you out of the bathtub. “Gonns finish all over my cock hm?” He mumbled out as he hastily went into your bedroom, practically carrying you.

Before you know it, your legs were pressed to your chest as he pounded his cock in and out of your pussy. The lewd noises plus your moans, and skin slapping against skin filling the room. Along with your old annoying ass bed creaking under you guys. Thank god Mila was a deep sleeper. You let out a loud shriek as he picked up his pace—somehow going even faster, his cock spreading your spongy walls.

“Chris Chris Chris!” You practically chant out, feeling the knot in your stomach go even tighter ready to snap at ant moment. “Fuuuuuckkkk, shit mama I knowwww fuck.” He grunts out, his hips stuttering as he gets closer to hus own release aswell. “Cmon’ ma, cum f’me please?” He breathed out, releasing your legs and letting them fall as he moved to press his forehead against yours. His words, and his fingers now rubbing right circles on your clit made your orgasm crash down on you. With a loud wail, as you arched your back your spongy walls spasmed around his cock, forming a white ring at the base.

As you finished, Chris didn’t take long after. His cock twitching inside you as his white cum painted your walls. After some more slow thrusts—and your pussy milking his cock. He finally slumped ontop of you, burying his face where your shoulder and neck meet. “Shiiiittt, good girl fuck good job.” He breathed out his voice muffled against your neck.

He finally eased his cock out of your worn out cunt, watching his cum drip out of you almost made him worked up again. But exhaustion beat it, he slowly made his way to your bathroom grabbing a rag and putting warm water on it before making his way back into the bedroom where your still laying.

By the time you two were cleaned up and dressed a little knock on your door startled you both slightly. “Mama..” Milas voice was whiny and trembling as if she was crying. All that exhaustion you had immediately vanished—your motherly instincts kicking in as you quickly madd your way to the door and opening it. You were met with the sight of the five year old crying, hugging her stuffy and her big green eyes staring up at you. “Mama you were crying and, and I heard loud bangs!” She whines out finally fully breaking down into tiny sobs, making her little body shake.

You immediately took her into your arms, her tiny body immediately snuggling into you as she continued to wail. “Chris was being mean to you mommy! You kept saying his name.” Chris couldn’t help but let out a stiffled laugh but that quickly died down when you shot him a look that said ‘shut the fuck up.’ You gently rubbed the girls back and walking to your bed. “Shhh honey, he wasn’t hurting me I swear mommy’s okay she was just, just playing a game were sorry for scaring you.” You say softly. Chris couldn’t help but watch with a soft expression admiring how much of an amazing mom you are.

After a while, you managed to calm down Mila her tiny face still in your neck and body resting comfortably agaisnt your own. “mi mi.” Chris says softly as he settled next to you two. “I want you to know I’d never hurt your mommy okay? Or you.” He says softly, his hand gently moving to her wet cheek and wiping some tears his eyes locked on the small girls. “I love you both so much, your my girls and I want to protect you both okay?” He murmurs out quietly. You felt the small girl melt more into you before her tiny arms reached out for Chris.

Chris immediately took the girl into his arms. Your own heart melted at his words feeling so—loved, and not alone anymore. It was like a breath of fresh air, he was a stress reliever in so many ways. “How about we all go into the living room, and have a sleepover and cuddle and watch a movie hm?” He says softly, as late as it was you didn’t mind it made your heart full when he even interacted with Mila, plus she’s definitely not gonna go back to bed anytime soon. Mila slowly nodded, rubbing her little nose agaisnt Chris’s her tiny hands in his hair. “Okay Chris I love you too and I love mommy soooo much!” She says excitedly. Her tantrum long forgotten.

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A/N: okay so this is genuinly my favorite work of mine hello!? I hope you all enjoy this and also I’m thinking of changing the au to stepdad!chris and mom!reader because it makes more sense like that. Anywyas I hope you all enjoyed my little ghosts! Thank you for one hundred followers ASWELL!!!!

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skzthelomlhehe · 1 day ago

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He walks in on you while you're... 🫣

1. Chan & Minho

Warning: smut. Just. Pure smut. Degradation, daddy kink, cunnilingus, bj, lap sitting. Reader is called slvt and a wh0re

Synopsis: Reader has been in a relationship with the member for a few months now. Despite that, any intimacy beyond making out or cuddling never happened. That's gonna change when the reader's boyfriend walks in at the not so wrong time.

Established relationship

MDNI

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Smut under the cut:

• Bang Chan 방찬

He would come home from the studio or practice or whatever he had been up to the entire day expecting to like cuddle and destress. He calls out to you as he walks in with no response. When he walks up to your bedroom, he hears some... Noises.

Will he fear the worst? Absolutely. But will he have the biggest boner when he hears you moan his name and call him daddy? Oh fuck yeah. When he pushes that door open (the door that you may or may not have forgotten to lock) he'd just... He'd lose it.

You'd scramble to cover up only to give up cuz hey, he's seen what he's seen. There's no going back now. He'd inch closer to you with this hungry look in his eyes that makes your breath hitch and your pussy wet even more than it already was.

"being naughty, weren't you?" He'd whisper in your ear. Just enough to tease you. His lips ghosting over your skin. "I didn't know you had a daddy kink... Were you having fun with this stupid toy? Hm?" And then shove in the toy even further than it already was.

He would look you straight in the eye. Sure, he might act all tough and everything but damn is he probably dying on the inside to see you like that.

"s-sorry..." You'd mumble. "Sorry for what?" He'd whisper again. "F-for... C-calling you daddy... And... Doing... This..." He would let out a breathy chuckle and kiss your lips softly.

"No... Don't be sorry. I liked it when you moaned like that... Keep going..." You would look at him, dumbfounded? Sorta. Surprised? If you've known him long enough, absolutely not. We all know he's got a huge thing for begging, don't we? (Redirecting to "that would make me your... Da... Ddy...?" And "say please?" And many more)

This would mark the beginning of your lustful, pleasureful intimacy. He'd make you beg for more. He'd make you scream his name. And then he'd treat you like the princess that you are.

He'd call you a good girl. Tell you how fucking beautiful you are and how you're taking him in so well. He'll kiss you and mark you almost everywhere. He'd pin you down. Grab you by the hair and push you deeper when giving him a head. He'd look at you like you're a work of fucking art cuz you really are.

When you're done, he's gonna clean you up. Probably pound you in the shower as a 'one last round' and leave you gasping. Brain all mushy. No thoughts. Just fucks. Fucks from your daddy~

• Lee Minho 이민허

Will he eye fuck you from the door frame? Yes. Will he possibly sneak up on you like the cat he is? Also yes. Will he fuck you like a rabbit in heat? I mean come on, his skzoo is literally a bunny. Ofc he will!

He's gonna make you sit on his lap and make out with you until you can barely breathe while he squeezes your waist to hold you in place. Probably gonna make you grind against his lap too, who knows~

"couldn't wait for me a little more, yeah? Had to be such a slut and get started alone?" He'd growl as he eats you the fuck out.

I feel like he's the typa guy who would get pussy drunk as he eats you out. And once he's done, he's gonna expect a good fckn head.

Well, who are you to deny him that when he ate you so well, right?

Oh god why do I feel like he's gonna be degrading? I can imagine him going "oh you're such a fucking whore... Look at you riding me like that. You having fun, baby?" He'd look at you with intense eyes, lust oozing out of his gaze as he squeezes you tight.

"Who do you belong to? Go on. Tell me."

"y-you! I belong to you~!"

He'd smile, extremely satisfied by your answer. Probably gonna creampie you (only if you want him to) and call you names.

But in the end of the day, you're his bitch and the love of his life and you absolutely love it when he's rough.

Cuz, again, y'all hella freaky 😔

Hes gonna mark you up everywhere he can. Call you a good girl cuz you're being so good. He'll run his hand through your body. He's gonna take his time ravishing every part of you.

When all's done, he's gonna take his time cleaning you up. He's not one to express his feelings much, but he'd let out a few whispery "I love you"s every now and then and cuddle you to sleep.

Here's a minchan edit cuz why not :3

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muhlsworld · 3 days ago

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CONFIDENCE

pairing: nika muhl x fem!reader

synopsis: nikas confidence is low due to the media and you comfort her

WARNINGS: nika being sad and just comfort

you can find the request here

nika knew the stigma around her and going to the pros but she never let it get to her because she knew she worked hard for where she was. even though her rookie season wasn’t what she had hoped she still knew she deserved to be there.

what had made things worse was once she went overseas and was getting playing time was when she tore her acl. the game had started great. nika was doing amazing. that was up until she felt her knee buckle.

you were there in turkey for a week so you could help her get adjusted. and when you saw her fall to the floor your heart stopped. it didn’t look good and you were worried for your girlfriend.

you had extended your trip to turkey once you knew for sure she tore her acl. you didn’t want her to be alone.

nika had finally gone through knee surgery and she looked so sad and you didn’t know what to do. you knew the injury must have been hard on her. basketball was her whole life.

you had just gotten back to the hotel room when you saw nika on her phone slightly sniffling. you quickly walked toward her to see what was wrong. “what’s going on?” you asked your voice full of worry. she didn’t say anything but just gave you her phone. and that’s when you saw it.

it was an article that was berating nika and her roster spot. the whole article mentioned how she wasn’t good enough to be in the wnba or to be playing overseas. and you couldn’t believe what you were reading. you knew nika worked day and night to be where she was.

“you know this isn’t true right?” you asked. she simply shrugged and didn’t say anything for a while. “i think they’re right.” she said blatantly. you stared at her in disbelief. “i got like no minutes and now im bed ridden so there goes my chance to ever play again. maybe they’re right college ball was my only chance.” she said.

your mouth slightly dropped at the words you were hearing. nika was always confident in her skills so hearing these words were truly baffling to you. “maybe i’m just not good enough.” she said sniffling.

“hey come on you know that’s not true.” you said softly and placing your hand in your thigh for comfort. “geno picked you to play for him years ago. you know he doesn’t pick people lightly.” you said slightly firmer so she could really hear your words. “he saw something in you. he saw your full potential that you could reach.” you said.

you didn’t even let her answer before you spoke up again. “you work your ass off day and night for this sport. and these people on the internet will never see all the work you put in and everything that you bring to your team. whether it’s on or off the court.” you said. nika smiled at your words.

“i know you’re right” she said. “but it just all gets to me knowing that i can’t to anything right now.” she said sighing. “i know but you need to rest and you can’t listen to all these negative things about you.” you said as you bring her into your arms. she cuddles up into you and hums.

“thank you.” she said softly into your chest. “for what?” you asked her. “for what you said. i needed to hear that. just all these negative things are always around but you always know the right thing to say.” she replied. “of course you know i always have your back baby.” you said as you kissed the top of her head.

you guys stayed cuddling until nika fell asleep in your arms. you were happy that you were able to boost her confidence just a little bit even with everything going on.

A/N: this is kinda short but i hope you guys like it

#uconn #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #nika muhl #nika muhl x reader #seattle storm #uconn women’s basketball #wnba #wnba x reader

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delswine · 14 hours ago

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I WANT HIM 𝄒 ⸝. P. JS — drabble

the thing is, even though you experienced a harassment-like situation a few days ago, your boyfriend Jay could not convince his company not to go to the shooting abroad and had to entrust you to the members.

pairing — idol!bf!Jay x upset!brat-ish!f.reader

genre — fluff, fluff and fluff...

notes — i need Park Jongseong in my life tho..

"i said no Jaeyun! i want my boyfriend!" Sunghoon let out an exasperated sigh and threw his head back, you could see the other members had similar reactions.

Jongseong went to America for an individual photoshoot two days ago and the members haven't been able to make you happy for these two days. the reason they were trying to make you happy was because of a bad event you had recently experienced, which was why Jongseong didn’t want to go but because his company insisted, he entrusted you to the members. the members who did everything they could to cheer you up couldn't handle Jongseong's absence anymore.

right now, you were whining with a completely downcast expression because Jongseong hadn’t answered your calls in hours. even though the members tried to persuade you to eat with them by saying that you wouldn’t be able to look at them during the shoot, you were stubborn in not getting up and waiting for Jongseong's's call.

you checked your phone once more for a call but saw nothing. your eyes fluttered, you pressed your head onto your knees to keep from crying. the last thing you heard was one of the members leaving the hall to answer the door knocking because your perceptions were off, you were trying hard not to cry.

you were about to speak to the members to get angry with the hand that touched your shoulder, when you smelled the perfume of your lover, whom you were quite familiar with.

when you quickly lifted your head, you had nothing left to hold back your tears and began to sob. you quickly wrapped your arms around your lover's neck and cuddled into his arms.

you quickly began to whine as Jongseong calmed you down by caressing your hair and waist with calm whispers. "you didn't answer my calls! i missed you so much and i was so scared!"

Jongseong smiled as he lifted your head off his shoulder and gently caressed your cheek. "i'm sorry sweetheart, i wanted to surprise you and you know i can't use my phone on a plane." you continued to snuggle up to your lover by whining without speaking because you knew he was right. "i heard you gave the members a hard time, were you that angry baby?"

Heeseung spoke without giving you a chance. "she was so moody, she kept crying about you. please take her." you lifted your head from your lover's shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him. Jongseong pressed your head back onto his shoulder and said something to the members as he walked towards his room with you in his arms.

when you two entered the room, he put the small suitcase in his hand down and sat you down on the bed. he knelt down in front of you, took your hands and smiled. "are you feeling better?" you nodded, feeling a little guilty. even though you had a bad time, you had tired people out too much. "i know you're having a hard time, and i'm sorry i had to leave you feeling that way. and don't feel guilty, all the members know why you act like that. no one is mad at you, okay?"

you hugged your lover's neck once more and snuggled up to him. Jongseong was like a breath of fresh air to you, he was always there for you during the 4 years you were with him.

Jongseong let you hug him a little longer before he lifted your head up by your chin and brought his lips to yours. as your heart beat faster with excitement, you immediately started kissing your lover's lips.

while the small purrs your lover made excited you, you realized that the kiss was deepening when Jongseong straightened up and put his hand on your neck.

the few hours you spent lying in your lover’s bed after kissing him until you were breathless was enough to bring you joy back.

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this is clearly me btw - Cel

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quintessenceofdust88 · 2 days ago

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Life is Changin' Tides, ch. 5 🌊

[Ch. 1]

[Ch. 2]

[Ch. 3]

[Ch. 4]

[Read on AO3]

"“Baby, why would I be going to Mr. Evan's house?” He asks, completely baffled.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go to Evan Buckley’s house. It’s not like he hasn’t low-key stalked the man’s social media and the last three days and been even more charmed by what he saw. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about asking the other man out at least ten times since that day. “Because, Daddy, mr. Howie said you should, remember?” She tells him, and for once in his life Tommy curses her absurdly good memory. “He said you should check it if mr. Evan meant it or if he was just being silly!” --- Tommy has to make an important delivery. He gets to see Evan Buckley one more time. It doesn't go as either of them expects.

It’s been three days since the tsunami, and Tommy is finally ready to let Vivie out of his sight for more than ten minutes; they’ve spent pretty much all of their time at home as both her and Sal recover from it all, physically and emotionally. Sal’s been staying with them, and Tommy’s insisting he stays until his medical leave is over in a week.

But now Tommy needs to go for his first shift since everything happened, and he’s pretty sure Sal is having a harder time with it than Vivie. While his daughter is happily lying on the floor, her socked feet swinging in the air as she colors a piece of paper, his best friend is eyeing Tommy warily from where he’s sitting on the couch, as he ties his shoes.

“Tommy”, he mutters. “Are you sure you want to do this? You… I won’t be offended if you get a babysitter or take her to someone else, you know? I… I’d understand after…”

Tommy sighs; he’s tried to blow off every single apology Sal sent his way ever since the tsunami. They’re safe, and Vivie is completely fine, and Tommy doesn’t blame Sal for any of it. But that doesn’t mean Sal is convinced, and Tommy’s starting to think he’ll need an extra hand.

“Vivie?” He calls.

“Yeah?” She answers, still focused on her drawing.

“Do you want Daddy to call someone else to take care of you while I work?” Tommy asks, and that makes her raise her head in alarm.

“Why?! Is Uncle Sal not okay?! Are you feeling bad, uncle Sal?” She rushes to them, throwing herself in Sal’s lap. He wraps his arms around her, a sheepish smile on his face.

“I’m feeling fine, darlin’, don’t you worry about me.” He tells her, ruffling her hair, and she sighs in relief. “Do… you want me to take care of you?” Sal asks, sounding impossibly insecure, and Vivie glares at him in a way that’s eerily reminiscent of Tommy’s own bitchy expression.

“Duh, uncle Sal, you’re my favorite uncle. You play the best games and you sing Barbie songs with me!” She tells him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Tommy, in his defense, does his best not to look smug, but he doesn’t think he actually succeeds. As he finishes tying his shoes, he gets up, raising an eyebrow at Sal, who’s glaring at him.

“Well”, Tommy quips, grabbing his car keys. “I guess that settles the matter, doesn’t it? You guys have fun singing Barbie tunes as I go to work. You behave for your uncle, pixie, okay?”

He presses a kiss to Vivie’s forehead, half expecting her to say goodbye to him and cuddle up against Sal. What she does instead is gasp and scramble out of her uncle’s lap, rushing back to her paper. As she grabs it, a healthy amount of glitter falls on the floor, and Tommy doesn’t even want to think about the clean-up. He guesses he could ask Sal to take care of it, but it doesn't seem like a fair thing to the concussed guy.

“Wait, Daddy!” She says, and then she shoves the card into his hand. “You have to take this!”

Tommy frowns, and looks down at the card. His cheeks instantly blush when he sees the wobbly ‘To Mr. Evan’ that’s written on the cover, along with a much neater ‘From: Genevieve’ (she’s only five, but she’s already a master at writing her own name, Tommy is proud to say). There’s a very glittery blue heart in the middle, and when Tommy opens the card to take a peak, he sees two sticky figures: Genevieve, holding Marsh, and a bigger one that can only be Evan based on the blue eyes and the small pinkmark drawn above one of them.

“Vivie, that is so beautiful, pixie,” Tommy tells her, because he’s a firm believer in always praising his daughter for her efforts (actually he’s a firm believer in giving Genevieve everything he never had growing up, but that is neither her nor there). But he’s afraid he’ll have to burst her bubble at least a little bit. “But… you know Daddy is not going to see Mr. Evan, right? We don’t work together, sweetheart.”

Genevieve looks at him as if Tommy’s being particularly obtuse. He briefly thinks that, if she’s mastered this look by this point, he’s already praying for himself during her childhood. She crosses her little arms and huffs at him.

“I know you don’t work together, Daddy, Mr. Evan works with Christopher’s daddy!” She tells him. “But you’re going to his house, aren’t you?”

Tommy looks at Sal, completely at loss, but his best friend is no help. Sal looks back at him with a shrug, clearly making an herculean effort to hold back his laughter, and Tommy glares at him before looking back at Tommy.

“Baby, why would I be going to his house?” He asks, completely baffled.

But Tommy can’t, because he can’t hold Evan accountable for the things he said under the effect of exhaustion and painkillers. Tommy doesn’t know what scares him the most about bringing it up: Evan being honest and telling him that of course he didn’t mean it, he’s straight, what is Tommy even thinking (even though a straight man wouldn’t call Tommy gorgeous, not even on painkillers, but that’s not the point), or Evan being too polite to say that and date him out of a sense of obligation.

(The thought that maybe Evan did mean it never crosses his mind. But apparently it crosses Vivie’s.)

“Because, Daddy, mr. Howie said you should, remember?” She tells him, and for once in his life Tommy curses her absurdly good memory. “He said you should check it if mr. Evan meant it or if he was just being silly!”

“Wait, wait, silly about what? What did Buckley say?” Sal asks, his gossiper vein clearly showing, and Genevieve is answering before Tommy can stop her.

“About wanting Daddy to ask him out!” She says, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “He said Daddy should, as a thank you, but Daddy said he didn’t mean it because he was too sleepy!”

Sal smirks like he has just won the lottery, and Tommy would strangle him if he wasn’t hurt. Tommy’s cheeks blush impossibly red, and he runs a hand through his face, wondering how he can tell his five-year-old to shut up without traumatizing her.

“Did he, now? Isn’t that interesting?” Sal says, crossing his arms and smiling smugly at Tommy, who flips him off mentally.

“It’s not, because he was under heavy painkillers and probably wouldn’t know the difference between me and Margot Robbie at that moment.” Tommy grumbles.

“Dude, that’s flattering yourself” Sal scoffs at the same time Vivie pipes ‘Who’s Margot Robbie?!’, and Tommy very maturely chooses to ignore both of them. But he should have known there’s no stopping his determined little matchmaker.

“Daddy, but you’re going, right? What if he wasn’t being silly? You could go out with him, and you could be friends!” She says, and Tommy is pretty sure Genevieve doesn’t really know what asking someone out entails.

“Yeah, Tommy, you could be… friends. With Buckley. I can tell you want to.” Sal says, and Tommy internally thinks he’s having way too much fun with it. “Besides, can you really disappoint Vivie and not take her card to him? Are you really gonna do this to your daughter?”

Tommy opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, because he’s either going to break his daughter’s heart or teach her the words ‘son of a bitch’, and he’s not looking forward to it. So he closes it again, looks down at the card clutched in his hands, and sighs, realizing he doesn’t really have a choice.

“Please, Daddy?” Vivie pleads, and Tommy already knows he’ll say yes. He’s a sucker for those puppy eyes.

“Genevieve, I… Fine.” Tommy accepts, but he doesn’t want to set her up for disappointment, so he kneels down to her level and looks her in the eyes. “I’ll go over to his house and I’ll take your card, but I don’t know about the whole asking him out part. But I promise you’ll be the first to know how it went, okay?”

Vivie smiles brightly, throwing her arms around his neck, and Tommy hugs her with a chuckle. She’s the love of his life, this little girl, and yeah, he’ll take a few awkward moments to make sure her gratitude is relayed to Evan Buckley.

But he absolutely won’t ask the man out. He still has some self-respect.

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Evan Buckley is an overthinker; he’s known that fact about himself all his life, but knowing it doesn’t mean he’s able to control it. So, it’s a given that he’ll overthink the things he said to Tommy Kinard on the day of the tsunami and that Chim had, very kindly, told him in excruciating detail when Buck said he didn’t remember it the next day.

Apparently. Buck had called Tommy gorgeous (ridiculously gorgeous, according to Chim, who was having way too much fun with it). Which gives him the slightest pause because, yes, he’s always been an ally, and yes, he’s always been able to appreciate a hot guy’s ass, but that’s normal, isn’t it? He had never thought of himself as being attracted to guys before.

And yet, he had asked the guy out. More accurately, he had implied Tommy should ask him out as thank you for doing the decent thing and rescuing his daughter. And to top it all off, he had said it in front of said daughter.

Buck supposes his only saving grace is that he doesn’t have to see Tommy again. Eddie told him there’s been some number exchange because Chris and Genevieve wanted to see each other again, but that doesn’t mean Buck needs to be around for it. No, Tommy Kinard has no business being in Buck’s life (and Buck tries to ignore the disappointment that thought brings him).

As he hears someone knocking, Buck figures it must be Eddie asking him to babysit again, so he tries to push away any thoughts of the so-called hot pilot.

Buck opens the door to find Tommy Kinard on the other side.

“Uh… H-hey, hey, Tommy.” Buck says, and tries not to flinch at how idiotic he sounds.

There’s one point in which Buck has to agree with his painkiller-brain: the man is ridiculously gorgeous. He’s wearing a black henley, and there’s a bit of stubble on his cheeks, and he has a cleft. Tommy’s looking at Buck as if he’s a little shy himself, which Buck finds ridiculous, because a man like that has no reason to be shy, ever.

“Can we talk?” Tommy asks, and Buck gulps.

Oh, God, he thinks. He’s going to tell me how completely inappropriate I was and that he doesn’t want me anywhere near his daughter.

“S-sure!”, Buck says, the cheer in his voice embarrassingly fake. “Come on in.”

He lets Tommy inside his house, and the man takes an appreciative look around before gazing back at Buck, smiling at him. He has a crunchy sort of smile that makes Buck’s stomach twist inside of him, and he’s starting to think he might be a little more than an ally.

“Can I offer you anything?”, Buck offers, trying to ignore how sweaty his hands are and how fast his heart is beating inside his chest.“

“No, thanks, I’m not staying long. I’m actually here as a mail man”, Tommy says, and when Buck frowns at him, he chuckles, obviously amused by something. “I was given strict orders to deliver you this.”

He offers Buck a blue piece of paper, shaped like a card. Buck takes it curiously from his hand, an unhealthy amount of glitter slipping from his fingers, and his heart gets all warm when he sees the words ‘TO: MR. EVAN, FROM: GENEVIEVE’ on the card. He opens it to find a quite heartwarming picture of the two of them, and he’s smiling before he can stop himself. That little girl has a piece of his heart, he’s not shy to admit it.

“Oh my God, that is so sweet”, he marvels, chuckling in delight and shaking his head, holding the card close to his chest. Apparently Tommy doesn’t want to tell Buck to stay the hell away from him and his daughter, so he feels more relieved. “She… she really didn’t have to.”

“Well, that’s Vivie for you”, Tommy says, and it takes Buck aback how much affection he can hear in his voice when he talks about his daughter. “She always wants people to feel loved.”

“She’s a great kid”, Buck says sincerely, placing the card on his counter with a small smile on his face, and he looks back at Tommy to see a soft smile on his face too.

Buck realizes that, theoretically, Tommy has nothing else to do in his house. But he’s not moving to leave, and Buck is in no rush either. He likes having this man around; he wants to get to know him better, without missing children or painkillers being involved.

“H-how’s she doing, by the way?” He asks, trying desperately to find a way to keep Tommy for at least a little bit more. “A-and your friend Sal?”

“They’re good!” Tommy exclaims, the relief palpable in his voice. “Sal’s recovering, and Vivie… Well, she’s perfect, thanks to you. Evan, I really don’t think I can put into words how grateful I am.”

He’s looking deeply in Buck’s eyes, and Buck can’t breathe all of a sudden. His gaze is piercing, and it’s making Buck have a hard time thinking. It takes him longer than normal to realize he should answer Tommy.

“I…” He trails off, and crosses his arms on his chest, trying to ground himself. He feels so light-headed it’s ridiculous. “You really don’t have to thank me, Tommy. I’m just glad everything turned out okay.”

Tommy nods, his soft smile gracing his features once more, and then he frowns worriedly at Buck.

“And how are you doing? How's your leg?” He asks, and his concern sounds absolutely genuine, which makes Buck feel all tingly.

“Ah, it’s… It’s alright, I just gotta take it easy for a couple days. I’m under Hen’s strict orders.” Buck chuckles, and Tommy nods in sympathy, which reminds Buck this man knows all of his friends. In fact, it seems almost funny that they had never met before.

“Good. I’m glad you’re taking it easy, cause… You weren’t doing that great last time I saw you”, he says, and Buck wants to flinch in embarrassment, imagining how he must have looked to Tommy, fainting like a Victorian lady as soon as they met. But then Tommy smiles, a little teasing this time. “Though you still managed to realize I am ‘ridiculously gorgeous’, so I suppose you weren’t so out of it”

The teasing catches Buck completely off-guard, and he blushes all the way from his forehead to his nose. Shit, he remembers, he thinks, and then wants to kick himself because of course Tommy remembers, Buck is the one who was out of it, not him.

“Oh, God, yeah”, Buck says, and makes a weird sound that’s something between a laugh and a scoff. He rubs the back of his neck and wonders if it’d be too dramatic to jump from his loft window to escape this conversation. “I am sorry about that, by the way. Probably not what you needed when your daughter had just been rescued from a natural disaster.”

Tommy chuckles politely at that, and Buck’s relieved that at least he doesn’t seem offended. He gives Buck a light shrug, getting a little closer to him, the teasing smile never leaving his face.

“No, don’t apologize, it was very flattering! No one had ever called me a hot pilot before” He says, unlocking another piece of what’s shaping up to be Buck’s most embarrassing memory, and he laughs a bit hysterically. He takes a step closer to Tommy, as if drawn by an invisible magnet.

“Well, you are. A hot pilot, I mean.” He blurts out, and widens his eyes when he realizes what he said. For some “N-not that I’m objectifying pilots or anything, I didn’t even know you were a pilot until that day, and there are probably better ways to tell someone you’re attracted to th-”

Buck doesn’t get to finish his sentence; it all happens in a blur. Tommy gets closer, feels two fingers raising up his chin, and next thing he knows, Tommy’s lips are touching his, and oh.

There are fireworks exploding in Buck’s head; it’s like something is unleashing inside of him, a part of him that had remained hidden until now, a bit of himself that needed Tommy Kinard to be let out. Buck kisses him back, placing his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, reveling in how right this kiss feels, in the wonderful feeling of Tommy’s lips against his.

It’s over much sooner than Buck would have liked; it could have lasted forever for as long as he’s concerned. His world could have been reduced to kissing Tommy Kinard, and he’d been happy with it. But now Tommy Kinard is looking at him, as if he’s a little surprised with himself, and Buck can only imagine how shocked his face looks right now.

“Like that?” Tommy asks, and he sounds a little out of breath.

“Y-yeah, that works” Buck stutters, his voice more high-pitched than usual, his eyes impossibly wide, but he wants more.

“So that was okay?” Tommy asks, and somewhere in the back of Buck’s mind it registers how sweet of him to be making sure. It makes Buck want to kiss him again.

“B-better than asking someone out in a painkiller-induced haze.” He answers dazedly, and Tommy chuckles adorably, his posture more confident once he’s sure his kiss was well-received, as if Buck’s enthusiastic kissing back hadn’t been proof enough.

“Well, I promise there are no painkillers in my system right now”, he says, and then honest to God straightens Buck’s shirt, and Buck’s pretty sure he’ll never be able to form a coherent thought again. “But I still would like to ask you out. And not even as a thank you for saving my daughter, it’s because you’re really cute.”

Buck smiles despite himself, blushing like a schoolgirl at being called cute of all things. He nods emphatically, looking down at where Tommy’s hand still lingers on his shirt, warm and heavy against his chest.

“I… I’d like that”, he admits, and Tommy’s smile widens impossibly.

“Great. How about Saturday? Are you free?” He asks, and Buck lets out a deep breath he hasn’t even realized he was holding, God knows for how long.

“Yes, I… I am free” Buck answers, and he realizes he doesn’t mean just about Saturday.

“Okay, so… I’ll pick you up around eight? Does that work?” He asks, and Buck realizes he probably should answer more coherently, but all he manages is another weak nod.

“T-totally” He tries again, and Tommy makes finger guns at him, and Buck’s just agreed to go out with this dork.

“So… see you Saturday?” Tommy confirms, and Buck realizes that he’s also a little nervous. That somehow eases Buck’s nerves, and he manages to smile even a little flirtatiously at Tommy.

“Absolutely. D-do you want my number so we can set things up or?...” He asks, and Tommy surprisingly shakes his head, chuckling.

“No need, Chimney already gave it to me.” He tells him, and Buck has never been more grateful for the existence of Howard Han.

“So we’re all set. S-say hi to Vivie for me?” Buck says, and Tommy smiles, already halfway out the door. Buck has to resist the urge to call him back.

“Will do. Bye, Evan.” Tommy says, and just as he came, he’s gone, as if he hasn’t just upended Buck’s life and brought him all sorts of discoveries about himself.

Buck throws himself on his couch, and a huge smile comes to his face. This is the happiest he’s felt since the fire truck accident, and no wonder. He may not have his job back yet, and things might take a while to get better, but… He has a date with Tommy Kinard. How can he be upset?

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lcvegasms · 8 hours ago

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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌, 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

» caleb x f!reader — incest, age gap, blow jobs, teasing, cunnilingus.

being the best little sister and helping out your older brother caleb. letting him use you whenever and wherever he wants.

letting him use your pretty mouth, his thick cock tapping against your tongue before slowly sliding inside. threading his fingers through your hair, guiding you all the way down until your nose is touching his pelvis. he holds your head down for a few seconds, just to see your eyes water before letting you go.

when you're sitting on the couch watching a movie, cuddled close and wrapped in a blanket, caleb pulls you even closer so there's no room between your bodies. when you turn to look at him, he just smiles, using a half assed excuse of “i'm cold.”

his fingers play with the hem of your his shirt for a while before slipping underneath to trace random patterns on your skin. caleb places a kiss on your head, your shoulder, your neck. his teeth nips at your skin, leaving small bruises while his large hands continue to roam. he's touching you all over but completely avoiding where he knows you want him the most.

"cal...please.” you're all but grinding against him now that he's work you up, desperate for relief. “hm?” he feins innocence but you can hear the smirk in his words. “did you need something, princess?”

“please,” you whine again, pushing your ass against his erection and this time he relentes, chuckling softly. “okay, pretty girl.” he slips his hand inside your panties, letting out a deep groan. “fuck baby. you're soaked and i've barely even touched you.”

you're laying in his bed getting ready to study...or you were getting ready to study until he walked in and saw you laying there all prettily. now your face is buried in the pillows while his is buried between your legs devouring your cunt like it's the last thing he'll ever do before he dies.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅.

#lcvegasms is typing… 🖊️#love and deepspace #lads #lads caleb #caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb x black reader #caleb smut #caleb x mc #love and deepspace x reader #smut #l&ds #dark content #tw: incest #inc3$t #bd/sm kink

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fizzing-imagines · 21 hours ago

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Ink Part 2 | Customer! Eddie Munson x Tattoo Artist! Reader

Notes: I have been screamed at to do a part 2, and I am here to serve the people. Enjoy:

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

Eddie let out a "Hmm." while hugging you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder to take a proper look at the test. "I think we're doing a speedrun here, huh?" You didn't know whether or not to laugh, but you still giggled. "So in a month, you get a girlfriend, two dogs and a baby.", you said in a quiet tone. He knew from your voice alone that you were indifference about the situation. "And you get a boyfriend, two dogs and a baby in a month. If you want that, darlin'. Whatever you decide, I'll be with you."

You two had a long conversation about whether to keep the baby or not. From financial situation, up to how you'd do your job and if you felt ready to have a baby. But both of you agreed: You two will keep the baby.

"I can't get tattooed for 9 months.", you groaned as you two left your OBGYN. "I'll pay a big one for you once they're here.", your boyfriend said before kissing the top of your head. After you two sat in his car, Eddie took another close look at the sonogram you doctor printed out for you. "I'll be honest, I don't see much.", your boyfriend said. You giggled at that. "They're the size of a poppy seed right now. It'll be more visible at the next appointment."

Eddie kept looking at the sonogram with a wide grin on his face. "There's poppy seeds on everything-bagles, no? I think I want one." You leaned in to kiss him before he drove you two to the next best bakery.

Eddie started coming to your work more regularly than before. Every day, at 1pm he made you eat lunch with him since he knew you forget to eat during tattoo sessions. "I also got you a fig, because that's their size right now." You both crashed on the sofa in your staff room with his head on your shoulder. "You're really into the fruit sizes." Eddie laughed a bit before placing a few kisses on your neck. "It's just...really nice." He made sure you ate your entire lunch and some more, like he did every day.

"I think it's obvious that you're gonna have to do a tattoo for baby bat for me.", he eventually said once you were putting away your lunchbox. Baby Bat is the nickname you two eventually started calling your growing child. "You already have some bats. Or do you want a special one?" Eddie helped you stand up. "We can change the plan we made for my chest tattoo. So it's right above my heart." That suggestion was so sweet that you almost cried. "I think I can do that."

Marli and Hot Dog loved laying on your stomach at this point. You already knew that they'd be great with the baby. Eddie was at work right now and you were laying in a living room filled with moving boxes. Since you inherited your grandparents house, him moving in with you was a given. And you were so determined to put up his figurines in the living room, but your second trimester floored you with fatigue and stomach aches. 30 minute naps turned into a 4 hour sleep, and when you were awake you could barely get up.

"Who do we have here?", Eddie said when he walked into the living room. Without a question or a complaint about the mess, he laid down next to you and pulled you close. Your dogs adjusted and cuddled up to your back. "I don't feel well.", you mumbled. "Napping didn't help." He gave you an understanding hum before kissing the top of your head. "That's okay, darlin'. You're doing great carrying baby bat, I don't expect more from you." Eddie, despite his rather intimidating looks, was a softie on the inside. Especially when it came to you, he was calm and cautious. "I love you.", you mumbled tiredly while resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was extremely calming right now, especially when mixed with his after-work smell of motor oil and diesel from the car shop. Right now, that was the only thing you could smell without feeling sick. "I love you, too.", he replied while holding you close and kissing your forehead.

Once you got over the fatigue, you were glowing. Everyone always told you about the pregnancy glow you'd get, but you didn't expect it to hit you after such a grueling time with feeling ill. You could work as normal, with the exception of your belly making it hard sometimes to hunch over the tattoo you were working on. But you had lovely customers who understood and gave you your time. Especially today, the tip was wonderful.

"Isn't that adorable?", you said to Eddie with a huge grin while showing off the tip a customer gave you today: A baby onesie that read 'Baby Bat'. She was a regular, just like Eddie was, and wanted to get you something before you'd leave for maternity. "That's really cute.", he agreed with a grin. At this time, you were just about ready to give birth and meet your baby bat in person.

"One more tattoo, then I'm staying home.", you happily sighted that night while getting into bed next to your boyfriend. "Aren't you glad that's gonna be me?", he asked while cuddling up to you from behind. You sighted happily while getting comfortable. "Very much. I love you." He kissed your neck and whispered "I love you, too." before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

Just like that, Baby Bat was born. It felt like time flew by in the blink of an eye until she was here. Sabrina was a perfect, healthy, tiny girl with a bit of brown hair like her dad.

"Isn't she perfect?", you said in a dreamy voice while watching your boyfriend hold her. He was doing skin-to-skin with her on the chair next to your bed while she napped. Her head was laying right in the middle of the bat tattoo you put on Eddie's chest. "She got it from her mommy.", he replied in a quiet tone. You didn't even know he was capable of keeping his volume down until now.

Watching him with your daughter while looking at all the artwork you permanently drew on his skin made you feel a difference kind of love. There was not a universe in which you thought all of this would be possible, yet it was happening to you.

"Let's get married.", you suggested. Eddie chuckled and looked at you, up from Sabrina.

"Let's."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

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fortytworedvines · 11 hours ago

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No 3 😁

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3. The bathtub is overflowing

It was the end of a long, busy day. The youngsters were downstairs, laughing in the living room. Mr Farnon was somewhere in the house, doing Audrey didn’t know what. And Audrey sat down at her dressing table, stretched blissfully, and began pulling the pins out of her hair.

Siegfried was running the bath. It had been one of those days and though he wasn’t often tempted to take to the bath for a luxurious soak, today it would just hit the spot. He might even help himself to some of Mrs Hall’s bath salts. She wouldn’t mind, he knew.

The bath was half run and he was perched on the edge of it, contemplatively, when Tristan shouted up the stairs. “We’re going out!”

Siegfried frowned for a moment, then nipped downstairs. “Who is we, and where is out?” he demanded.

“I’m going to the pub for a few drinks. James and Helen are coming with me then taking Jimmy to Heston for the night.”

“It’s a bit late to be going up there now, isn’t?” Siegfried glanced at his watch. Nine pm.

Helen appeared, cuddling a wrapped up and sleepy Jimmy. “My dad’s ricked his ankle,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I want to give Jenny a hand.”

“And it’s my night off!” James interjected.

“Yes, yes, I remembered,” Siegfried flapped a hand at him. “Well, off you all go then. Have a good evening.” He watched them out of the house, and when finally the door had shut behind them, his heart bounded and he skipped up the stairs, two at a time.

Audrey was brushing her hair out when there was a knock at her door. “Come in,” she called. She turned as the door opened. Mr Farnon was standing there, his cheeks flushed, his eyes bright.

“Audrey,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows and glanced warningly at the open door. But his smile grew bigger.

“They’ve all gone out,” he said.

Her heart skipped. “All of them?” She dropped her hairbrush on the table and stood.

“All of them,” he confirmed gleefully.

In two steps, he’d gathered her in his arms. A second later and he was kissing her.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured.

“You’ve seen me all day,” she said, dryly, but as she melted against him, she had to agree. “I’ve missed the feel of you.”

“It’s utter torment,” he said, nuzzling into her neck, one leg slipping between hers, “not being able to touch you.”

Her pulse was racing. He was intoxicating. “How long have we got?”

“James and Helen are gone for the night. Tris is in the pub.”

She slipped her fingers into the baby curls at the nape of his neck and pressed herself more firmly against him. “A few hours then.”

She was losing herself in the sensation of his fingers against her skin, when she had a sudden feeling of worry. She paused in her kisses and pushed him away slightly.

He looked at her with hazy, confused eyes. “Audrey?”

Her attention was elsewhere. “Something’s not right.” She slipped past him, out into the corridor. It smelt damp… There was steam coming from the bathroom.

“Oh Lord,” she groaned. She hastened down the corridor and into the bathroom. The tap was on, pouring water into and out of the full bath. The floor was a one large puddle.

With a grimace, she splashed through the puddle to turn the tap off, yanked the chain to pull the plug out.

“Ah.” Siegfried had followed her. “Oh dear.”

“Your doing, I assume?”

He looked sheepish. “I forgot.”

“I can see. Well, you’d best help me clean this mess up.” She thrust a couple of towels at him and started mopping the floor as best she could.

“I am sorry, my dear,” he said sincerely.

He looked woebegone and she had to forgive him. “I know. Let’s get this cleaned up and we’ll still have plenty of time before Tris gets home…” He brightened immediately. She sat back on her heels and looked at him. “I wonder if… if… we should tell them.”

Siegfried dropped his sodden towel and grabbed her hand. “Do you mean it?”

She smiled at him, shyly. “I don’t want just snatched moments any more. And,” she gestured, “I don’t want this to happen again.”

He laughed. “It won’t. I promise, Audrey. Although, I can’t help noticing your clothes have become rather damp.”

She grinned. “And as soon as we’ve cleaned this up, you can help me out of them.”

“Praise be,” Siegfried murmured and she laughed as he rung his towel out determinedly.

#siegfried x audrey #fluff #my fic #all creatures great and small #acgas 2020

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teaxeee · 2 days ago

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hiii tea! it's been a while, right? how are you? 🥟 anon here ♡

i absolutely LOVED your latest gw smuts! his bday one is SOOOO OMG im crazy abt it.. tbh i was searching for some food play with him a while ago and now u just served thisssss yay thank u sm!! also looking forward to the upcoming content <3 hope ur doing well

...i have a hard thought for today 😃

its a little silly but you'll get me ik

first time with wookie after he recovered from lasik surgery, now he can finally stare into his lover's eyes without having to keep his glasses on or suffer with blurr when he was doing it without them... but unfortunately his gf uses glasses too...

it started with a making out session after a cuddling on their bed so cutely

his left hand on her waist as he uses the right hand to take her glasses off "i want to see your beautiful eyes water when i finally get to be inside of you, darling" gw says kissing reader's cheek softly.

"p-please, wookie.. let me keep them on, i want to see you too.. t-this is not fair" she says between whimpers and pouts

"oh, princess, that's useless though.. your vision is still gonna get blurry from all the pleasure i will provide you, don't need them covering that pretty face, hm? just relax and your man will make you feel really good. you want it, baby?"

~ could u write more on it pretty pleasee

[although i do love him w that nerdy look foggy glasses while eating his gf out IM GONE but thats a talk for another day..]

Omg hii! I've been good! I'm glad u like them all hehehe~ Also how are you? I missed u on here ngl <3

I literally LOVE how you wrote this, u should start posting pookie 😍🫶 But anyways:

I feel like Gunwook would be too smug ever since he recovered from lasik surgery and the fact that he doesn't have to use glasses anymore to see you makes his confidence rise even more. But on the other hand he felt bad that you couldn't get the surgery too, he knew how scared you were of it.

It was one of those nights where you were cuddling in bed and exchanging kisses. At first it was all gentle and soft, but somehow it led to you stradding his lap, making out desperately like you haven't seen each other in so long. His hands would be on your waist, holding you had one arm wrapped around his neck, your free hand tangled in his hair, eagerly kissing his lips, your breaths mixing together and fogging up your glasses. As soon as you broke a kiss to take a breath, he moved his right hand away from your waist. His face was still close to yours, peppering kisses along your cheeks as he tried to remove your glasses with one hand. It was a bit difficult and just as he was about to succeed he heard you whine, and he quickly calmed you down, reassuring you that he just wanted to see your pretty eyes better.

That only made you sulk more, your lips forming into a pout as you tried to convince him not to do that, since you also wanted to see him, but that only led to him cutting you off, telling you how you wouldn't need your glasses anyways because "your vision will get blurry anyways, just wanna get a look at your pretty face and eyes better, baby." and his words alone managed to convince you to finally give in. As much as you hated the idea of not wearing your glasses any time you were getting intimate with him, you trusted him well enough not to wear them this time. Within a few minutes both your clothes and his were scattered on the floor and he was between your legs as he pushed his cock in and out of your pussy, and the way you clenched around him had him grunting and almost whining.

It made him satisfied that he could finally stare at you as much as he wanted without having to readjust his glasses every 5 seconds, seeing the way your face scrunched up in pure bliss whenever he hit your g-spot. He just loved how pretty you looked, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as you struggled to focus your eyes on his face, eyes filled with tears from how frustrated you felt with your vision not cooperating at the right times. As soon as he saw a tear fall down your cheek, he'd quickly calm you down by showering your face with kisses, his hands roaming all over your body as he told you how much he loved you and how adorable you looked being in this state.

And as soon as you both were done he made sure to take care of you, praising you every second as he cleaned you up, but he knew you were missing something, so when he asked you if you could give him his old glasses. Even though it made you confused, you quicky did as he said while you put on your glasses in the process and he put on his despite not needing him. That's when he got between your legs and started eating you out, cleaning up your cum stuffed pussy as he enjoyed the taste, and luckily you could finally witness the sight of his glasses fogging up once again, which you missed badly <3

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dawn-moths · 12 hours ago

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"our shadows glitter on the snow"

dabi/touya x female reader

word count: 5,700+

(you and touya enjoy an impromptu snow day together, but even amongst the cold, things always have the chance to get heated...)

tags: 18+ content! minors dni! takes place in my cerulean gaze au, established relationship, mostly fluff with smut the end, size difference, teasing and foreplay, brief moments of rough sex, aftercare and bathing together.

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the freshly fallen snow lays over the city like a glittering blanket, so much white shining through the frost-kissed windows, illuminating your cozy little apartment and causing you to blink open your bleary eyes earlier than you’re used to.

the cold seeps in through the glass and you shift closer to touya, nuzzling against him, trying to steal some of his ever present warmth. in response, he pulls you closer, wrapping both his wiry, ink-covered arms around your dozing form, murmuring out some sleepy, incoherent nonsense as you lay your head against his chest, listening to his heart, the steady rhythm of it lulling you back to sleep. he takes a deep breath, chest expanding against you before retreating back again. you snuggle even nearer to him, chasing after this closeness that you've come to rely on so much.

“so cold…” you eventually mumble, shifting yet again and stirring touya further awake, until you finally lift your head to gaze out the bedroom window, squinting as the winter’s sharp brightness fills your vision to the brim. at first, you’re confused, wondering why the world beyond the bedroom is flooded with so much white, but then you remember the weather forecast you’d heard in passing last night while you and touya had been cooking dinner together and it hits you.

"touya..." you whisper following a small, excited gasp, gently trying to shake him further awake. "touya— look, look!"

grumbling upon being forced the rest of the way awake, he lifts his head, hair all tousled and thrown into even more disarray than usual as he cranes his neck to see out the window.

when he doesn't seem to engage in the same enthusiasm as you do, you say, "it snowed!" as if he's missing the point and you're helping him understand. as if something truly unbelievable— something extraordinary— occurred in the night and you're the first living soul to discover it.

touya mumbles something you don't quite catch (though, in hindsight, sounded a lot like "congratulations" frosted over with thick, slurred sarcasm) as he flops his head back down against his pillow and turns onto his side, making it clear he'd like at least another half an hour of rest before rising for the day.

you both have today off from work, after all.

it's not very often that you get to indulge in sleeping in together.

so you let him have his extra thirty minutes, forcing yourself to return to cuddling up to his side, this time being the one to wrap your arms around him from behind and breathing in deep as the familiar scent of his skin fills your brain with a calming haze. touya reaches to where one of your little hands is resting over his waist and gently grasps it in his own, shifting your arm's position so that it's draped over his bare chest after placing a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles, seeming much more content once he feels your body relaxing against his own once more.

in the end, you both take an extra hour before finally feeling ready to roll out of bed, touya quickly slipping on a hoodie as soon as the covers are gone to shield him from the biting cold he loathes so much. meanwhile, you saunter over to the thermostat and turn it up a few degrees before heading for your quaint little kitchen and putting the coffee on.

"thanks, baby," touya says, the rasp in his voice even more prominent at this time of the morning, as you pass him his coffee, having prepared it in his favorite mug. normally it's him who's in charge of the beloved morning ritual, but now that both of you have learned each other's desired preferences to perfection, touya trusts you to prepare his for him on occasion.

with your own hot drink in hand, you join him on the couch, unable to peel your gaze from the cityscape beyond the window, the rooftops and roads dazzling in the mid-morning's light. meanwhile, touya absentmindedly flips through the channels until he finds the news, which has nearly concluded, only enough airtime left on the scheduled program to catch the end of the week's weather report.

"well, it seems the snow's here to stay," the meteorologist remarks in a chipper tone. "at least, for the remainder of the week..." as he begins to dive into the predicted forecast and temperatures, touya's attention wanders back to you.

"what is it?" he asks. you've been gazing out the window the entire time, your mug clutched between your warmed hands, and you start a little once you realize he's talking to you.

"what? oh—" you hide a small grin behind the cautious sip you take from your mug, buying yourself a moment before answering, "i was just thinking..." touya slightly tilts his head at you, curious. "when was the last time you went out in the snow?"

touya's expression shifts. "went out in the snow...?" he repeats. "well, it snowed last year, didn't it?"

you let out a gentle, tired chuckle and lean forward to set your mug on the coffee table before making yourself more comfortable tucked against his side. "no, i mean, like, really went out in it? like played in it?"

now it's touya's turn to let some minor amusement slip though, one side of his lips quirking up into a crooked smirk. "played in it..." he takes a moment to think.

most of his childhood is a watercolor blur, one memory fading into another and another and another until most of the images are warped and smudged, colors that were once soft and pale soon streaked over with stark crimson and onyx, leaving behind only the feeling. the fear. the trauma. the rage.

his teenage years are slightly more vivid, but so much of it consists of physical sensations, of bruises and beatings and broken ribs, of sharp needles piercing and marking his skin one scar at a time. the danger. the noise. the chaos.

and of course there's the fire, too. the heat. the flames. the fury at which so much of it had burned.

there's the taste of bitter ash and blood in the back of his mouth.

there's the cigarettes and dry pills that stuck in his throat.

there's the words he spit with venom. the threats, the vows of vengeance.

and then, suddenly, after so many tumultuous, terrifying storms, the clouds seemed to part to let in a single ray of light.

suddenly, just when he'd begun to believe all his life would ever be was suffering and the vicious solitude that came with it, then came you.

but, to your question, there is one memory he thinks he can recall. one that's pulled from so far back that he even thinks the other figure present to accompany him in it is his mother, though, now, he can hardly remember her face. he can only recall the color of her hair, as pure white as the freshly fallen snow, and hear her laugh when he'd stumbled and fell into the powdery fluff that came up to his waist at the time, the sound as clear and joyous as a windchime's jingle.

"hmmm... can't remember," he lies with a casual shrug.

one day, he'll tell you everything he can remember about her. but, for now, he'd like to keep such a sacred memory to himself.

another hour comes to pass as reruns of an old reality show you used to love plays on the tv, touya giving a rather amusing, as well as sardonic, commentary as a first-time viewer. by the end of the next episode you both find yourselves in desperate need of breakfast, so you cook together and eat on the couch, continuing with the reality show's throwback marathon, your boyfriend begrudgingly becoming more invested with every episode, despite the fact that he tries to play it off like everyone on the program is stupid in some way, shape or form.

"just admit it," you tease him. "you love to hate it."

"well, yeah," he smirks, guilty as charged. "isn't that kinda the point?"

you chuckle to yourself, glad that he's beginning to see the appeal of trash reality tv. it's fun to criticize the dumb decisions of other people, to say things like "if that was me i would..." or "i can't believe she..." as if you'd ever be in half of the ridiculous situations these people find themselves in. but touya's full of jokes and banter this morning, setting the tone for a good, lighthearted day, even if it's just going to be a lazy one spent inside. but then that feeling tugs at you again, and so you ask touya if he might be willing to indulge you for a walk around the neighbourhood anytime soon.

"why? so you can slip on the ice and sprain your ankle so i have to carry you all the way home?" he sarcastically jokes, only teasing you further when you seem to take offense that he'd think you'd be that careless or clumsy.

you insist you won't slip, that you'll walk slow, that you just want to enjoy the scenery before it's severely trodden over and salted out by the city. besides, the world never seems more quiet or magical than after it's just snowed. even if it's fleeting, you take comfort in that small dose of mystical, childlike whimsy.

so touya gives in. he can't help it, not when you look at him with so much sincerity. after the end of the current episode you guys are watching, you both slip into your snow boots, zip yourselves up into warm, puffy coats, grab your scarves, hats, and mittens, and then it's out into the cold you and touya go.

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despite hating the winter with such a burning passion, touya is actually able to find a few small joys in accompanying you this afternoon. because walking amidst the freezing temperature means getting to hold your hand the entire time. it means getting to watch your face light up when you point out the cute little snow sculptures people have already left near benches or beside storefronts, your cheeks all rosy and eyes sparkling with genuine delight that someone, whether a shop owner or a child, took the time to leave a frosty little friend behind for all those who passed by to admire while the winter’s kiss still lingered on the pavement's lips.

clutching tight to touya every so often so you don’t slip, you make your way to the park where the icicles cling to the statue dancing at the center of the fountain that lies in the heart of the park, her billowing dress of smooth stone sparkling like diamonds beneath the midday glow, a crystal fringe hanging from the hem of her skirt. the water that lies beneath her is frozen solid this time of year, all the coins that have been tossed in and wished upon during the warmer seasons taunting those who come close enough to peer down into the surface.

around the central hub, where buskers will sing come summer and local cafes and bakeries will set up food stalls on weekends in the spring, there are a few different sculptures made of snow scattered about. It looks like so far the miss-mashed little family consists of a dog, a turtle, several misshapen snow-children, and perhaps a bigger, older parental figure of some sort.

you ask touya if you guys should add to the family, and at first he seems hesitant, making a joke about how he thinks the snow-being in charge of so many other, littler snow-babies must have a lot on their plate already.

“then let’s make us!” you say, so genuine in your suggestion that touya doesn't have the heart to turn the idea down. it reminds him how, despite everything he put you through way back when, you were still so innocent after it all. how you haven’t lost those delicate, wondrous parts of yourself that played such a big part in the reason he'd fallen in love with you in the first place.

so, for the next hour or so, the two of you get to work at creating snow-likenesses of each other.

“ok, my hair doesn’t look like that,” touya comments with a chuckle when he looks over to check on your process with his snow figure.

“what do you mean? yes it does.” you respond, unable to contain your laughter as you stick another big icicle into the top of the snowman’s head. you take a peek at his work and then say, now bursting out with a laugh, “and what about me? you didn't even give me any hair!"

he shoots back, saying he just hadn't gotten to it yet, and you pick up some loose snow and fling it towards him, causing him to toss a small, lightly packed snowball your way, which in turn earns him an even bigger one right back, and you both decide to call it quits before things can get too out of hand and your snow people end up caught in the crossfire.

"alright..." touya finally declares, trudging over to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you tight to his chest as he continues to walk a few lazy paces, making you feel as if you might tumble backwards, though he'd never let you fall. you look up at him, the stark darkness of his inky hair sticking out from the electric blue beanie you'd bought for him last winter standing out against the grey-white sky above. he flashes you one of those devilishly charming smirks before letting you go, yet still makes sure to keep you close. "whad'ya say we go 'n get some hot chocolate or somethin'?"

you reply with a beam and a nod, knowing hot chocolate would hit the spot right about now, and the two of you head downtown to your favorite cafe— touya's cafe, the one he's been working at since leaving his old life behind and beginning this new one with you— where one of his boisterous co-workers, jin, greets the two of you as soon as you walk in and the bell above the door chimes.

"sup!" the older blonde man exclaims as soon as he slides the next hot to-go cup of black coffee towards the edge of the pickup counter and shouts out the name "aizawa", at which point a slightly disheveled and tired looking dark-haired man shuffles forward to claim it as he slips a small tip into the jar next to the cash register. "how you guys doin'?! wha'cha been up to?"

you tell jin, who you've become decently familiar with over the past year, that you and touya went to the park and made snowmen together. jin leans forward over the counter and shifts his gaze from you to touya, who still has the evidence of being hit by a snowball or two clinging to his coat, then back to you again as he whispers, "did you hit touya with a snowball for me?"

playing along, you lean in and whisper mischievously back, "oh yeah, he didn't even see it coming..."

touya and jin exchange some lighthearted smalltalk for a few minutes before jin glances at the clock and says, "y'know what. it's my break. why don't we grab a table for a few?" as he unties his apron and rounds the counter.

there doesn't appear to be anyone else around to cover him, but when you bring this up he assures you that it's been a slow day anyway so it's not a big deal. the three of you chat, banter, and laugh until the afternoon rush begins to pick up and forces jin back to his station behind the counter. he makes you a hot chocolate to go and swears it's on the house when touya tries to pay him for it.

"thank you, jin!" you smile as he slides the paper cup your way before moving on to serve the next customer approaching the counter, warning you that he made it extra hot, just the way you like it.

"see you tomorrow!" jin calls to touya as the two of you prepare to exit the cafe.

"yeah... bright n' early..." touya drones with defined dismay, clearly already dreading having to wake up to an alarm tomorrow morning.

but with that, you and touya head home, you cupping your hot chocolate between your mittened hands, sipping at it cautiously as you walk beside touya, one of his arms slung loosely around your waist, the tracks of your boots nearly overlapping over one another as they follow behind you in the snow.

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once the two of you were home, you'd changed out of your big, puffy coats, hats, scarves, and heavy snow boots, and into more comfortable clothes. it wasn't even dark out yet, was barely four pm, but with the winter weighing the sun down quicker than usual this time of year, you knew it wouldn't be long until the sky began to fade to an even drearier shade, forcing you to fall drowsy soon after dinner.

"pajamas?" touya remarked with a somewhat teasing tone when he saw you pulling your favorite pair of sleep sweatpants from one of the dresser drawers. he was leaning in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, the wild spikes of his hair only somewhat tamed flat in certain areas from where his beanie had fought to wrestle them down. "hope you're not plannin' on tappin' out on me already."

you shot him a playful smirk from over your shoulder and hummed out a mischievous little note before turning from the dresser and beginning to peel off the several layers of your outdoor clothes. "course not..." you replied, though, you couldn't guarantee you wouldn't give in to the urge to rest your eyes if you found yourself cuddled up to him on the couch later, which was, as you both knew, fully inevitable.

he watched as you pulled one shirt over your head, then another, not even trying to hide the way those striking blues scanned the exposed skin of your half-bare body, his gaze half-lidded and hungry. you could sense it in him, could guess what sorts of ideas were playing through his head right about now, but you forced yourself to act none the wiser. at least, for the time being.

"can i borrow one of your t-shirts, pleeeeeaaaaase?" you asked with a sugary lilt to your voice as you sat on the edge of the bed to pull down your jeans and slip on the oversized sweatpants. and, god, the pure, perfected sweetness that dripped from your voice made him crazy. he liked it when you played just as dirty as he did, don't get him wrong, but there was something about the feeling of corrupting such a seemingly innocent, good girl like yourself that never failed to rile him up even more.

touya's throat bobbed with a particularly hard swallow, taking a beat to admire you looking over at him from the edge of the bed, half-dressed, doe-eyed, before pushing off from the doorway and heading to the drawer where he kept his t-shirts, shifting through a few of them before pulling out the one he knew you loved most.

"thank yoooou..." you said, sing-song like, as he approached you to hand it over. he was closer now, his silence only punctuating the fact that he currently saw all of this as one of the many forms of domestic foreplay the two of you had participated in before.

and you, also being well versed in these kind of slow, savoring games you and him had grown accustomed to practicing, only did more to tease him, knowing that, the more you withheld now, the more he would give you later. so you slipped his t-shirt over your head, shaking out your hair from the neck of it, and reached up the back to unclasp your bra, pull it out from underneath, and toss it aside.

why hand over the view you knew he craved when it would be so much more fun to make him work for it a little harder?

"movie?" touya then asked, the insinuation the husky lowness of his voice implied betraying the casual inquiry.

"mm-hmm," you nodded, once again falling into his orbit, magnetized to his touch.

so, while you cued up a film and touya reheated last night's takeout leftovers for the two of you, you also got to work crafting the pillows and blankets on the couch into the coziest arrangement. while you waited for him, already settled into your little nook, you held the fabric of his t-shirt to your nose, the scent of him clinging to it, soothing you, lulling you.

who were you kidding.

once he was beside you, you weren't going to stand a chance at staying awake.

unless he had something to say about it, of couse.

halfway through the movie, you'd finished snacking on the leftovers, calling it an early dinner since you had a feeling after such an eventful day you were going to want to seek the refuge of your bed early tonight, and since it was a film the two of you had seen before, you didn't feel too bad about indulging in the aforementioned resting of your eyes.

it didn't take long for touya to catch onto this, and so he decided it was time to let out some of those pent up ideas he'd begun scheming about earlier...

his hand, which had been resting against the dip of your waist from under the t-shirt, snaked further around your body, taking his time to trace your soft skin with his calloused fingertips, the roughness of them causing a trail of goosebumps to raise over your ribs.

inhaling a long, deep breath, your tired eyes fluttered back open, pupils blown wide with relaxation, even as you squinted at him and muttered with that deviously playful lilt, "touyaaa... what are you doing?"

your boyfriend tried to keep a straight face but one of those up-to-no-good smirks still peeked through, there and then gone again like a wink of light glinting off a sharp object. "nothing..." he lied, the word upturning with blatant mischief. "just close your eyes," he told you, lowering his voice back to a soothing murmur.

you stared at him for a few more seconds, his gaze not moving from the tv as the final act of the film began to play. touya's hand hadn't so much as twitched from where it rested on you now, his warm palm splayed over the area just below your breast, lying in wait until you inevitably let your guard down again.

before long, the sounds from the tv all began to fade into a hazy, incoherent blur of noise as you felt your body sink heavy with oncoming sleep. touya could tell the exact moment that you were falling under, could feel the change in your breathing with your body pressed so close against his. slowly, gently, as if not to wake you, his hand inched further up under your borrowed t-shirt, cupping your breast in his hand, savoring the familiar, soft weight of it.

he was perhaps able to get away with that maneuver for a good ten seconds before you were stirring back awake, at which point you spoke his name in another one of those fake-warning tones, though not before you pressed yourself just that much further into his welcome touch.

once he knew you were fully awake, he became more bold in his ministrations, taking one of the tender buds between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it until it hardened and peaked. you gasped and sighed at the sensation, feeling the warm, pleasant buzz of arousal coming to life at the core of you, shifting slightly to turn from your side onto your back for him, a wordless surrender.

touya was still watching the movie, or at least half watching, only flicking his eyes to you here and there momentarily to gauge your reactions.

he intended to make you work for his attention today, too, it seemed.

it isn't until you let out a soft, delicate whine when he pinches just a little too hard that he locks eyes with you, the blue of his gaze so startlingly striking at times that it still nearly takes your breath away.

"please, touya..." you whimper, face flushed hot and insides flooded with honey-sweet pleasure. "please, i need you to—"

but he's already pulling you up to straddle his lap, handling you like he's the sculptor and you're the clay, like he knows he can mould you any which way he pleases and all you can do is follow his lead and trust the process. only, there's one problem...

"these gotta go," he says, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your oversized sweatpants. while he's confident there's more than enough room for his hands to work within the confines of them, he'd much rather have options.

but he doesn't have to say anything else. you're peeling them off before he's even finished the sentence to leave them in a puddle of grey, fleecey fabric on the floor. now, in his t-shirt and your panties, these ones of a pale periwinkle lace, one of touya's favorites, the artist can get to work.

the blanket stays curled halfway around your waist, close to joining your sweatpants at the foot of the couch until touya readjusts it, wanting to keep his baby comfortable and warm, watching as a wave of chills raises over your exposed thighs, wispy hairs standing on end.

you lean in to kiss him first but soon he's the one in control. with a strong but careful grip he pulls you closer still, coaxing your legs further apart until your core is pressed hard against the shameless bulge that's quickly formed beneath his own cozy sweatpants.

feeling a spark of pleasure, you whine, touya licking into your mouth to taste the delicious little sound. with one hand secure at the small of your back, the other finds its way between your bodies, grazes against where he can feel you're already wet for him, periwinkle lace unable to hide your want, your need.

"christ..." he breaths, dragging a lithe finger along your pulsing center, feeling you shiver and jolt at such a simple touch.

when his mouth pulls back slightly for your own, you chase after him, your little fingers carding through the inky tufts at the base of his neck, the gentle motions both satiating him and spurring him on.

"don't stop," you nearly gasp as he slips two fingers into the side of the ruined lace, the pleasure so much more saccharine without a barrier, no matter how thin, between you and his skillful touch.

"don't worry..." he nearly growls, every ounce of possessiveness and adoration and impatience and protectiveness colliding inside of him. "i won't."

just like always, it's ecstasy, and he has you coming undone before he's so much as slipped one finger inside of you, your voice clipping off on a wanton moan, the film on the tv all but forgotten. you shudder and tense and a whispered swear is punched out of him at the sight of you, at the feeling of how readily you coat his fingers in glistening slick.

"fuck, baby..." he breathes into your neck. "are you—"

but you cut him off with another kiss, body still buzzing with euphoria before the comedown truly kicks in. after a few moments, touya takes your action as an invitation to keep going, slipping two of his fingers into your soaking cunt with ease, swallowing another one of the sweet little sounds you let out when he begins to stretch you.

as he preps you, taking his time, paying attention to every shudder, twitch, or sigh your body gives him in response, you begin sucking little bruises against his neck, soon having an entire colony of them running up his throat. he's sure jin will tease him about it at work tomorrow and if his boss is around he might give him hell, but it'll be worth it. when it's you, it's always worth it.

touya groans, and you can feel the vibration of it against your lips, nipping him here or there just to keep him on his toes. when you bite, he scissors his fingers just that much wider inside of you, making you whine or wince. it's yet another little game the two of you play; trading pleasure for pleasure and pain for pain, maintaining a sense of balance.

then he's losing his cool, pulling his fingers from you, leaving you painfully empty, but only long enough to push you onto your back and pin you to the couch, impatiently reaching into the waistband of his sweatpants to pull his aching cock free.

you let out a loud, needy moan as he glides his velvety length along your overstimulated core, and all you can do to anchor yourself is to wrap your legs around his waist, locking the two of you in.

touya only intensifies this when he lines himself up with your tight little hole, tells you in a loving whisper to breathe in, then, once you follow his next instructions to breathe out, he buries himself down to the hilt with one harsh thrust and you choke out a sharp cry.

"i know, baby. i know, i know—" he mutters, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, your temple, all the while massaging soft little circles against your hip to help ease the sudden pain. "god— but you're so good for me..." he continues, biting back a moan as your silky walls squeeze tight around him. "so, so good for me..."

he doesn't wait much longer to start moving. can't, really. he's fought so hard to contain himself that he knows it's not going to take much to have all his own desire spilling over. as his pace begins to pick up speed, you cling to him, wanting him as close as possible to you in every way, and he tries his best to abide by this unspoken request. eventually, every thrust of his hips has your moans crawling higher and higher in pitch, and then you're constricting his cock so hard he nearly stops dead in his tracks, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out a growling whimper, coming mere moments after you do.

and it's so warm here, with him, like this, your two bodies interlocked and tangled together like they never want to be apart again. so you let him stay inside you, paying no mind to the mess between your legs or how there's a slight throbbing ache when he first pulls out.

touya will take care of you, like he always does. before, during, and after.

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the bath runs hot, steam drifting up from the surface, the room fogged over with the scent of the shea butter and vanilla from your bodywash and the candle that was burning. touya ran a wet washcloth gently along your shoulders and back as you leaned forward in the tub, legs hugged into your chest, eyes fluttering closed as you exhale a long, deep breath, sleep once again begging to claim you. it would be so easy to doze off when everything was so warm, so calm.

but you fought to stay awake. at least, until you and touya were cuddled up in bed, ending the day just as it began.

he slowly combed his fingers through your wet hair, carefully tugging a few loose knots free. when he was done, you leaned back to rest against his chest again, taking one of his hands in your own, studying the inked patterns, shapes, and images that ran across his skin as your steady heartbeat fell into time with his. his hands were so big, so beautiful, both slender and rough, long, thin fingers with calloused tips, pale skin stretched taught to show the bones shifting beneath.

eventually, his grip folds over yours, the gentle strength of it only doing more to urge you to let your eyes fall closed, to let his protection envelope you, to trust that he'd watch over you always, no matter what.

but when the water began to run tepid, touya made the executive decision that it was time to get out, dry off, and tuck his baby into bed beside him.

you lay facing each other, limbs loosely tangled beneath the sheets, murmuring the day's final words to one another before submitting to the night.

"touya...?" you muttered, your voice soft and sweet with oncoming sleep.

"what is it, babe?" he asked, his own tone weighed down with drowsiness.

nuzzling in closer to him, you reflected on the day— the brightness of the morning and the excitement it had brought, that childlike wonder that made anything feel possible. the spontaneity of the afternoon,

"nothing..." you grinned, your thoughts fading further and further away. "i just love you, is all..."

touya couldn't help but grin through the dark, smoothing away a few strands of your damp hair before pressing his lips to your forehead. "i love you too, baby..." he sighed, allowing his usually on-guard nature to rest only once you were curled up next to him at the end of the day.

he'd never admit this to you, but sometimes he still had dreams about it all. nightmares. visions his subconscious would torture him with that resulted in a world where he hadn't been able to save you. hadn't been quick enough. hadn't been brave enough. strong enough. smart enough. lucky enough.

he'd jolt awake in the night, heart racing until he felt you warm and breathing, alive and safe beside him.

sometimes you still had nightmares, too.

but, when you dreamed tonight, it would be of pine trees frosted with fluffy, sparkling white and streets painted over with a blanket of powdery down. it would be of the warm hand that held your own, and how your shadows had glittered on the snow.

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