#and then woke up at 5:30am to go to work

[flying-cat]

ily bakugou katsuki u are the only thing that hasn't pissed me off today

[alongtidesoflight]

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[chithereader]

playing it cool / aaron hotchner

[credits to the owners of these photos!!]

word count: 1.9k

pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader

genre: fluff!!!!!!

cw: sickeningly sweet and soft aaron x reader, so much of aaron’s thoughts because we know that man thinks soo much more than he speaks!!

a/n: hiiii this is my third post so far and tbh i was so nervous to post the first two as that was my first time ever posting any of my writings anywhere!! but i’ve been getting so much more love on those than expected and i just really wanted to say thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs <33 i was honestly only expecting less than 10 notes as a newbie and reaching up to 200 is so so so wonderful. and especially for the love of hotch i– ugh!!!!! i already love u all 

The team had worked a straight 5 weeks worth of cases prior, which had warranted Strauss to grant them all a mandatory 3-day rest. This simply meant that for 3 whole days there are no cases, no deadlines, and no new case files. They could come to the office at whatever time they’d like as long as they finished some reports at the end of the day. 

Aaron being Hotch the boss man still aimed to arrive at the office at a reasonable time– 7:30am. To be fair, this is an hour and a half later than when he usually arrives at the office. And in his mind, the earlier he arrives, the more he can get done, and the more he gets done, the earlier he can come home. 

This is the only reason why he is up at 6:00am on a supposed rest day. He did expect that he’d struggle a bit more to drag himself out of bed, knowing you’d be keeping him hostage with limbs that wrap around him in ways he can’t begin to understand, but to his surprise, you weren’t there. 

Dragging his feet across the carpeted floor, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and white shirt fitting him oh-so-snugly, he tries to find you. He’s rubbing the sleep of his eyes as he peeks his head into your shared bathroom. No sign of you. 

He’s covering his mouth as he yawns when he quietly opens the door to Jack’s bedroom–still no sign of you. Remembering his son has been nursing a stomach bug since yesterday, he opened the door further to check on him. No fever. No chills. No sign of discomfort. 

When he’s sure Jack’s okay, he turns around to go back to find where you went. He even checked the backyard as he passed by a window to see if you’re at your favorite swing reading, that perhaps you just woke up early and wanted to feel the morning sun because you claimed it lightens you. 

He smiles a little to himself as he treads downstairs, finally hearing your soft murmurs as you spoke with someone presumably over the phone. As he neared the kitchen he realized that the person on the line was your colleague and friend Tilly, and that she was on speaker phone making it easy to listen in. 

He slows down his steps as he nears the landing and pauses when he gets behind a wall near the kitchen. He doesn’t know what came over him. He doesn’t usually sneak around to eavesdrop, nor did he ever feel the need to especially when it came to you. You tell him everything, prompted and unprompted. 

But perhaps it was the haze of the morning or the curiosity of what could possibly get you out of bed this early when you’re usually the one snoozing away as he’s getting ready for work– he stayed quiet behind that wall and made it his mission to understand the conversation. 

He clears his mind and strains his ear, going as far as making his breaths slow and far apart. 

He hears Tilly giggling, “Don’t get me wrong, Adam from Finance is really cute but.. isn’t he just a little too serious? He’s always got that frown going on.” 

You sigh a little loudly, obvious that it’s a sigh to humor and not of exasperation, “Tilly, you know I love you, but every day you complain about being single. And every other day there’s a decent guy who you always always find that one flaw in that just crosses them off for you forever.” Tilly lets out a sound that’s a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. 

“That is so not tr–” “Oh, Hugh’s just too clean. And Frederick’s too hard, it’s like- scary. Yes, veiny hands are hot but there’s veiny and too veiny, and Jason was just a double too veiny.” 

Aaron momentarily pauses his listening and looks down at his hands, suddenly conscious where he fit in that category. Factoring in his age, his work, and the action he gets from the field– these all show. He tried thinking of a time you could’ve shown any dislike or disgust towards his hands but all he could think of was that one night when he cupped your face and you leaned towards it more, turning slightly to take his thumb into your mou–

He’s shaken out of his thoughts when he hears Tilly asking about you leaving, “What time are you getting to the office by the way? I just don’t want to get there without you. Adam might ask about that second date and I just need you as my bluff, my beautiful girl.” He makes a mental note to message Jessica before you both get ready for work. 

“Riiiight. Remind me how many guys have I scared off for you now? And how many times have I helped you scare them off? Besides, I can’t go today and I’ve already told Bobby I’m on leave.” 

In a slight surprise and panic Tilly whines, “What?! Why? You’re such a traitor. You know damn well I get so bored without you.” Aaron didn’t even know you were planning on staying home. You hadn’t mentioned anything about it last night which made him even more curious what made you decide. 

He hears your soft laugh, “Don’t be so dramatic. You’ll manage a day without me. I mean you have to– my son caught a stomach bug yesterday so I just want to make sure he’ll recover completely.” 

Aaron can hear Tilly responding, something about soup and warm baths, but his heart has just stopped so he’s not really processing any new words at the moment. 

My son. My son. My son. My son caught a stomach bug. 

He feels lightheaded. His heart kickstarts again, his pulse is ringing in his ear. He can feel his chest pounding to his heart’s beat. The words that rolled off your lips so effortlessly, so mindlessly, echoes in his head. 

Jack may be young but he is smart. So so smart beyond his years. And he has grown to understand what had happened to his mom Haley, but not once has he– and even you allowed Jack to forget who Haley is and how much she loves him. 

Images of you joining in their traditions of honoring and remembering Haley plays in his head in flashes. You helping Jack arrange a bouquet for Haley’s death anniversary. You helping Jack make a card for her birthday. You mixing the paint to get the right shades as Jack paints a portrait of Haley for his Mothers’ Day homework. 

Aaron had told you everything there was to know about Haley and you’ve listened. He knows you adore her. You adore her for the same reasons he adored her. You understood the space Haley had in his life and in Jack’s life, and not once were you ever jealous, immature, or selfish about it. Even though he would’ve completely understood if you were. 

You were nothing but supportive, and understanding, and loving. Even when he didn’t deserve it. Even when you deserved better. Admittedly, there was a point in time when he struggled with coming to terms with falling in love– with you nonetheless. You’re young, ambitious, brilliant, talented, insanely beautiful, and unfairly kind. 

When the two of you had met, this was his profile: divorced with a kid, recovering from trauma that stemmed from being stabbed multiple times in his own home, emotionally unavailable, annoyingly serious and fatally dull– which really makes him wonder what made you fall in love with him in the first place, and even more so what made you stay even when he was bafflingly dense about how you felt about him.  

He didn’t know how long he was standing there, like a deer caught in headlights. Replaying your words and his memories over and over again, slowly coming to the conclusion that you’re absolutely perfect and he’s absolutely gone for you. 

Slowly coming to his senses, Aaron becomes more aware of the silence. The call must have ended while he was having realizations about things. He rounds the corner silently, getting a feel of where you’re facing. Luckily he guesses right, that you’re facing away from him. 

You were rummaging through the fridge– the vegetable drawer if he had to guess, judging by how much you’re slouching and reaching, and the sound of the glass containers you use to prolong their freshness. 

He quickly surveys the scene- your phone is on the counter, beside it is a chopping board with carrots and onions, a carton of chicken broth, Jack’s favorite dinosaur-shaped pasta, and chocolate milk– the one drink you both know can make Jack feel instantly better, happier. 

His heart pinches again. You got up early to make sure Jack had something to eat for breakfast in time for his medicine. You got up early even though you aren’t planning on going to work. You aren’t going to work because you want to stay with Jack. You called Jack your son. 

With so many things running in his head, he stands quietly observing you finding god knows whatever vegetable. Maybe it's the intensity of his stare or the volume of his thoughts, or maybe he started to breathe loudly– but suddenly you knew he was there. He could tell. 

You slowly straightened your back from when you were leaning. Your hands have stopped rummaging through the drawer, and he could see the goosebumps on your legs and shoulders from the way the sunlight hits you through the kitchen window. 

You turn around slowly, as if you were just caught doing something you aren’t supposed to be doing, “I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” grimacing as if it was a crime to be hot and cute and gut-wrenchingly-sweet. 

“No.” His voice is groggy. Deep and rough given that he just woke up minutes ago and hasn’t really used it since. Looking at you through studying eyes, he clears his throat “Uhm, I woke up to get ready for work and you weren’t there.” 

Aaron suddenly feels a little cold. The thin material of his shirt and pajamas doing little to contain what warmth he has left in his body. Or maybe it’s you, maybe his body has sensed that you’re near and is now craving your warmth, making him feel a magnified amount of its absence.

“Oh.. I’m sorry I just wanted to get ahead of cooking so Jack can have soup before he takes his medicine at 8 and since I was also planning to do some work though I’m on leave, it just made sense to get an early start…” You slow your words, noticing how Hotch is studying you tenfold in the moment, as if you were an apparition, “Are you okay? Did you want soup too? I can pack you some before you go?”

His silence makes you panic a little. You can’t really tell if he’s upset about something or if he’s sleepwalking, “Or you can eat here. I mean– you live here, of course you can eat here. I mean like instead of bringing it to the office– not that if you eat here, you can’t bring some anymore.” 

The longer he stays silent, adoring you, the more you scramble to fill the silence, “I’m just– you know you can do whatever you want. You can eat here, there, anywhere. Unless you don’t want soup. I mean we still have leftover steak, I cou–” 

You pause your rambling because you can see a smile starting to form on his face. A real, big smile. Laugh lines and dimples and all, which makes you smile. Realizing how stupid you were sounding and how funny the situation was becoming, you started giggling.

And just as you think he’s about to join the laughter to make fun of you, his smile softens and he says, “Marry me.” 

part 2 here!!!!!

[godmerlin]

i was doing so well with not getting migraines only to have a bizarre sleep paralysis dream happen and ruin it. WHY ARE BRAINS LIKE THIS?

[yailtsv]

Can you please do a fox where Blakey is hurt or sick and Paige and azzi take care of her

Sick - p.b & a.f

💌 Syn: P & A take care of Blakely while she is sick

»»— warnings: poly! sickness, puke, hospitals, i.v, ect..

»»— notes: the internets the one that told me the fever thing and i know the internet lies so idk if that’s all true 🤷‍♀️ i also got carried away writing this but i gave up on proofreading lmao

»»— word count: 3.3k

»»— pair: pazzi x gf!oc || Blakely Doe

azzi and paige both woke up to the bed being cold, which never happens as blakely is always asleep in the middle of the bed between both of them.

so as you can assume they were both equally confused and even more so when they realized it was only 5:30am, when practice wasn’t until 8am and it was a saturday so the three of them didn’t have any classes today.

not to mention - blakely is NOT a morning person! she’ll sleep until 3pm if she doesn’t have anything going on that day

so blakely not being in bed and between them where she’s supposed to be was both confusing and concerning for the two girls

“where’s rosie?” paige rasps out to azzi with her morning voice while sitting up slowly on her elbows, using the nickname her and azzi have called blakely since they met “i don’t know” azzi says confused looking around the room for any sign of blakely

“here, you lay back down, i’m gonna go find her. “ azzi says already getting up starting to walk around the bed and to the door “are you sure? i can help look” paige rasps, slowly waking up more “i got it” azzi says looking back at paige “ok, if you need me, call for me. i’ll still be awake.” paige says laying back down on the bed

azzi nods to what paige said and then walks out of paige’s dorm bedroom and down to the living room / kitchen area thinking maybe blakely just wanted a late snack…nope

azzi looked everywhere for her in the small dorm and didn’t find her girlfriend anywhere - looked everywhere except for the bathroom, which honestly should’ve been the first place she looked

azzi makes her way to the bathroom seeing the door is shut but there is no light on, making her confused even more, rightfully so - blakely’s scared of the dark

azzi knockes on the door and gets no answer back making her slowly open the door and reach her hand in to turn on the light - only to see blakely sitting on the floor in front of the toilet with her head resting on the toilet seat looking to be asleep, azzi immediately runs over to blake while yelling for paige not caring about jana and allie still being asleep

“PAIGE! COME HERE!” azzi yells while pulling blakely off of the toilet and letting b rest against her legs, while azzi holds blake there making sure she won’t fall forward and hit her head on the toilet. paige comes running in and sees blake unconscious being held up by azzis legs and azzi of course, with her few day old straightened hair tangled up with puke all in her hair and all on her

“what happened?! is she ok?” paige stresses walking closer to her two girlfriends and kneeling down next to blake “i don’t know i just found her with her head resting on the toilet seat and unconscious” azzi says starting to stress but trying to keep it underwraps

“baby hey, blakely” paige says tapping blakely’s face a few times trying to get her to wake up - which didn’t work because blakely could sleep through anything including earthquakes and tornadoes

paige and azzi both try to wake blakely up and after a few stressful minutes eventually succeeded “hi baby, can you tell us what happened?” paige asks while holding blakely’s cheek - slowly rubbing her thumb over blakely’s cheek bone

blakely doesn’t answer and instead just closes her eyes and leans her face more into paige’s hand and her body more into azzi’s touch - finding their touch comforting

“mama hey, let’s get you in the bath and then we can go to bed alright?” azzi says leaning down some to make her be closer to blakely

blakely just groans in response not wanting to move at all knowing her stomach pain is gonna come back right when she moves

paige just stands up and turns the water on for the bath and azzi starts helping blakely get her clothes off, both ignoring her groans of protest and just continuing with what they were doing

“alright a warm bath with bubbles and a bath bomb is ready for you” paige says coming back over to blakely and azzi - helping azzi into lifting blakely up gently as to not upset her stomach

paige helped blake get her pants off while azzi held her up, and then azzi helped blake get into the tub and sit down.

“i’m gonna go get her some clothes” azzi mumbles to paige watching blakely immediately put her head on the side of the tub, paige nods signaling that she heard azzi and squats down by the tub, running her hand over blakely’s back “hi baby, i’m gonna wash your hair ok? i’m gonna need you to sit up for me, just for a little bit then you can lay your head back down alright?” paige says in a low tone, knowing that when blakely’s sick she always ends up getting super bad migraines, she doesn’t know if blake has a headache right now or not as blakely’s gone non verbal, so she’s just treating it like she does have a headache just in case.

blakely still doesn’t say anything, she just slowly lifts her head up, allowing paige to wash her hair.

while paige was washing blake’s hair, azzi came back in and set a pile of clothes and a towel on the sink, she then also squated down beside paige and started rubbing blakely’s back

“how are you feeling now baby?” azzi asks lowly but getting no answer in return “mama hey” paige says pausing her scrubbing and trying to make eye contact with blake - blake eventually turning her head slowly

“how are you feeling now?” paige re asks azzi’s question, with blakely only shaking her head side to side as her answer.

“do you think you can keep down medicine?” azzi asks still rubbing blakely’s back - once again blakely just shook her head side to side as a way of saying no

“is there anything you need or want?” paige asks as she’s now rinsing the shampoo out of blakely’s hair

blakely still doesn’t talk and just shakes her head again, paige and azzi look at each other for a minute concerned as blakely has never acted like this while she’s sick - she normally just is clingy and wants attention 24/7, making them realize she’s a lot sicker then she normally gets every once in awhile.

paige and azzi help get blakely clean, dried, and dressed before azzi has blake sit on the toilet so she can braid her hair, and get it out of the way in case blakely throws up again

while azzi was doing that, paige went back to the room and started up the tv, putting it on descendants - one of blakely’s favorite movies, and grabbed 2 small trash cans putting it on either side of the bed, knowing blakely’s still gonna want to be in the middle close to both of them

“alright there we go rosie” paige can hear azzi say from the bathroom down the hall, making her set down the water bottle she had just grabbed onto the night stand, and walk towards the bathroom

“you guys done?” paige asks as she sees blakely shakily walk forward “she’s gonna brush her teeth and then we’re done” azzi says trailing behind blakely in case she loses balance

paige nods in response “i’m gonna go make some coffee, figured we’re gonna be up for a little bit” she finishes while standing up from leaning against the door frame

azzi nods showing that she heard paige but kept her attention on blake. paige then walked to the kitchen making enough coffee for her and azzi, + jana and allie if they wanted any

paige could hear azzi helping blakely back into her bedroom and was trying to hurry with the coffee - just wanting to be with both her girlfriends and be able to comfort her sick girlfriend, so while the coffee was brewing she started preparing the mugs, putting sugar, creamer, all that stuff in and then pouring the coffee and stirring it together, once the coffee was done.

she grabbed those two mugs and carefully walked to her room, seeing azzi and blakely in their normal spots, with b’s head resting on azzi’s chest both watching tiktok off of azzi’s phone

paige just walked to the bed carefully giving azzi her coffee, before getting on the bed and under the covers - moving her free arm to lay behind blakely signaling to both of them to move closer to her - which they both do obviously

once they were all comfortable, azzi pressed play on the movie, blakely letting the sound of her comfort movie lull her to sleep.

sleep didn’t last long. she was able to get an hour & 30 minutes before she woke up gagging, paige immediately sat up from talking to azzi and grabbed the trash can putting it under blakely’s mouth just in time.

azzi rubs blake’s back while paige is whispering soft nothings to blakely - wanting to comfort her as paige knows blakely hates getting sick especially in front of people including her two girlfriends that she’s known for years

“you done?” paige asks after a few minutes of blakely just catching her breath, blakely takes a minute to decide and then nods her head slowly - making paige set the trash can back on the floor and grab the water from earlier, opening it, and handing it to blakely

while she was taking a drink, azzi decided to go get the thermometer and see just how sick blakely is,

“we have to get her fever down now or take her to the hospital. it’s way to high.” azzi says after looking at the thermometer once it beeped

“how high?” paige asks already standing up to try to help “101.2 if it gets to 103 or higher she’s definitely going to the hospital - if we’re not already there. i don’t care if we get in trouble for missing practice.”

“no, no hospital” blakely groans out trying to lay back down but can’t get comfortable. paige and azzi both moved closer and started trying to help blake get more comfortable

once they were done azzi sat at the edge of her side of the bed, putting her hand on top of blakely’s “we won’t take you yet, but if your fever doesn’t go down or it gets higher, we’re gonna have to. you already have a 101 fever baby. we will both be with you, i promise. you won’t be alone ok?” azzi tries to soothingly say as she knows blakely is also petrified of hospitals

blakely doesn’t respond to her and just turns to look at paige, using her doe eyes on her knowing those are paige’s weakness “i’m sorry mama, she’s right. you’re really sick baby”

blakely just huffs and tries to turn over onto her stomach so she doesn’t have to look at them - she struggles for a little bit and paige and azzi obviously voice their opinions but, blakely eventually succeeds in rolling over all by herself

“rosie-“ azzi starts but gets cut off “no” blakely responds back, already knowing what she’s gonna say and not wanting to hear those said words. paige and azzi both make eye contact behind blakely’s back and start lip reading each other - trying to figure what to do

“alright baby, if you don’t want to end up having to go to the hospital then we need to get your fever down by a lot, so cold wet rags and ice packs or a ice bath?” paige says putting her hands on her hips - looking at her stubborn sick girlfriend “neither” blakely grumbles into the pillow

“alright i’ll get the necessities for the hospital” paige said starting to walk out of the bedroom “no hospitals!” blakely yells into the pillow “ok then cold wet rags and ice packs or a ice bath?” paige sasses back

blakely groans into the pillow which ends up in a coughing fit making azzi who’s still sitting in the same spot, start patting her back to try to help her

once she was done coughing paige walked back to the bed laying down in her spot and looking at blakely “rosie look at me” paige says putting her hand on blakely’s back and gently rubbing her lower back while azzi’s still rubbing her upper back

blakely didn’t respond in any way making paige sigh “baby”

“mama, cmon” paige says but ends up more of demanding it, blakely slowly turns her head to look at paige and immediately made eye contact with her piercing blue eyes

“we just want to help you, you know that. we wouldn’t suggest the hospital if we didn’t feel like it was necessary. your fever is at 101.2 right now ok? if we can bring it down and keep it down then we don’t have to go to the hospital but if your fever gets to 103 and up we have to go, it’s not up for discussion.” paige starts and she can see blakely about to complain and starts talking again before blakely has the chance “you know we wouldn’t leave you alone there, i know you do. we’ll be right by your side the whole time ok?” paige says in a soft voice trying to get blakely to understand how serious her fever is.

blakely doesn’t respond for a minute, just looking at paige while thinking of a decision while azzi and paige both keep rubbing her back, blakely eventually nods her head “i’ll go if needed” she grumbles out “thank you baby.” paige says leaning in and kissing the top of blakely’s head “do you want to take a ice bath or..?” azzi now asks making blakely groan into the pillow again as she didn’t learn her lesson last time

after blakely’s done with her second coughing fit paige and azzi both manually roll blakely over, so that she can actually breath and so she can’t groan into the pillow anymore

paige and azzi both just stare at blake - wanting an answer, making blakely sigh and look between both of them “rags and ice packs i guess”

paige stands up from the bed saying that she’ll be back and walks out of the bedroom going to the kitchen to get ice packs, while paige is doing that azzi gets up to get cold wet rags

it’s now been almost two hours since azzi took blakely’s temperature and that whole argument. after paige and azzi put wet rags and ice packs all over blakely’s body all three of them ended up watching more movies until they all fell asleep - 2 of them fell asleep on accident and neither of them called geno telling him what’s happening

azzi woke up before the other two and was confused before she looked at the bed and saw her two girlfriends asleep on the bed - realizing that her and paige accidentally fell asleep which was fine until she also remembered the said fact that they didn’t call geno, making her scramble to grab her phone seeing multiple missed calls and unread texts from everyone on the team

azzi quickly sent a message to geno and cd explaining everything - which is what reminded her to check blakely’s temperature

104.3

“paige! paige get up” azzi says while shaking paige making her wake up startled “what? what happened” she groaned out “blakely’s fever is to 104.3, we need to get her to a hospital now” azzi says with urgency making paige sit up and look at blake realizing how pale she looks

both paige and azzi put there crocs on and wake blakely up - that was a mistake

right when they successfully woke blake up she immediately started gagging making azzi rush to put a trash can under her mouth, paige was rubbing her back as a way to comfort blakely but it wasn’t working and blakely couldn’t stop puking

after a few minutes of non stop puking and then dry heaves,blakely was finally able to get a break and during that break azzi put blakeys slides on her and grabbed the clean trash can for the car ride to the hospital

paige carefully picked up blakely knowing that blake would be walking slow to the car and then end up puking again before they made it to the car, so she was going to carry her

blakely lays her head on paige’s shoulder while paige follows behind azzi as she’s the one opening the doors for paige to get through with blake. once they reach paige’s car paige sets blakely in the backseat with azzi sitting back there with her - holding the trash can in front on blakely while paige gets into the drivers seat and takes them to the hospital

once they made it to the hospital they were checked in and seen pretty fast, now blakely’s laying in the hospital bed with an i.v in her hand asleep while paige and azzi sit in the chairs by the hospital bed, each holding one of her hands and watching whatever shows on their hospital rooms tv

the doctor put her on some medicine but still wanted to monitor her over night so they were all going to stay the night at the hospital, paige planned on getting food and going home to get clothes and necessities once blakely woke up so she could also have a say in lunch so they were just waiting on blakely, which after a few more minutes eventually started to slowly wake up

“hey rosie” azzi said with a low voice being the first to notice her waking up, making paige look to her side to also see blakely waking up “good morning mama” paige says even though it’s the late afternoon now, blakely just groans in response - the light in the hospital room blinding her and making her headache worse

azzi seems to understand what’s wrong and gets up to turn the light off, “better?” she asks sitting down in her seat making blakely nod “how are you feeling?” paige asks rubbing her thumb over blakes knuckles “like crap” blakely rasps out before going into another coughing fit

azzi pats blakely’s back while paige holds a bucket under blake’s mouth just in case - eventually she stops coughing and the two of them continue to talk to blakely, mentioning getting stuff from home and food

it’s now the next day, blakely has been released from the hospital with instructions to rest and to take her prescribed medication and she should be good in the next 3-4 days - which paige and azzi where going to make sure blakely listened and did everything she was supposed to do

they had just gotten back to paige’s dorm and azzi was helping blakely up to paige’s room while paige was carrying their shared overnight bag, food to eat now, and a few bags of snacks and soft foods for the next few days

jana and allie were out at practice for today so it was just the three of them for right now. while azzi was helping blakely get comfortable on the bed paige was once again turning the tv onto a disney movie - this time being lemonade mouth

once the movie was on she sat down on her spot of the bed and passed the food around.

after around 25 minutes they eventually found themselves in a cuddling pile with blakely in the middle and paige and azzi hugging onto her, rubbing her stomach, playing with the ends of her hair, or gently kissing blakely’s forehead while whispering soft praises of love to her, with eventually all three of them falling asleep in each others arms

that’s how jana and allie found them 2 hours later

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @ldapper @authentic-girl03

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

Ordinary Chapter 7, Rush

Masterlist Word count: 2.4k Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: After seeing his best friend getting married to the love of her life, Zayne can't help but be a little jealous. He never had this feeling before. It's almost like he's longing for someone to love. At the wedding, she introduces him to a colleague who instantly forces him out of his comfort zone. Could this be love?

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Zayne woke up once during the night, to use the bathroom. 

The room wasn't as dark as he expected it to be, but then again he hadn't really paid attention to the curtains when he joined you. They're slightly sheer and not fully closed. The moonlight pools through them, illuminating your sleeping form.  

You had been right. The bed is big enough for the two of you to spread out and not touch each other once. A fact that seems slightly annoying now – and a stark contrast to when they laid down - but when Zayne returns from the bathroom it seems solved. 

In the minute he was gone, you rolled to the middle of the bed. He'd still have enough space to sleep had it not been for you hogging the majority of the blanket. A great excuse to get what he desires. 

Careful not to wake you, he slips under the covers. You are curled up, back towards him, but at the feeling of his body heat radiating off him, you turn. In a manner of seconds, you are getting comfortable laying nearly fully on top of him and he can't say he minds. 

A shiver goes through his body as he feels your hand slip under his shirt and up to his ribs. He looks down to check if you're still asleep or gleaming like a cat who got the cream, but you are truly asleep. Peaceful breaths leave your slightly parted lips, your cheek smushed up adorably against his chest, hair all over the place.  

It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. 

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The morning isn't as peaceful.  

Zayne jolts awake to golden sunlight pooling across the room. He blinks at the unfamiliar ceiling and turns to see that all the curtains are open now. Groaning, he reaches for his phone on the bedside table to check the time. 8:34 AM. 

He bolts upright. It must've been the first time in a decade he's slept past 5:30AM. But surely you'll still be sle- 

No, your side of the bed is empty, but still faintly warm. The sheets are tangled and messy from where you laid. Zayne feels himself panic ever so slightly. What if you left? What if you thought this was too much? What if you didn't want to go slow anymore? 

Then... humming? Humming, faint sounds of the radio, the gurgle of the coffee machine, the clink of a spoon against ceramic. Sounds from the kitchen drifting up to the loft. He takes a deep breath, his muscles relaxing. 

She's still here. 

With that confirmation, his clinical brain starts working again. He should get up, take a shower, put on yesterday's clothes. But then there's this little voice he hasn't heard before. One that takes over. And instead of doing what he should, he sinks back into the pillows that smell like pear, tonka beans, and something uniquely you, and waits. 

No more than five minutes later he hears the pitter patter of your footsteps on the stairs. He can't help the smile that thugs on his lips. 'Good morning,' you muse happily, two mugs in hand. Zayne squints against the sunlight haloing your messy hair.  

He watches her as she perches herself cross-legged beside him, handing over a violently pink mug with some orange detailing. He takes a small sip from the steaming cup. It's perfect. Exactly how he likes it.  

'Did you sleep well?' Better than he'd like to admit. He's not sure he's ever been this rested in his whole entire life. It's strangely comforting. 

'Fine.' She tilts her head a little like a puppy, urging him to say more. 'Your mattress is nice. Though the sheer amount of pillows is smothering.' She chuckles. An angelic sound in the early morning. He takes another sip of his coffee and as he lowers the mug, he realizes three things in rapid succession. 

He'd shed his shirt. Possibly because you were laying on top of him like a cat. 

Your gaze is tracing every line of his body as if you were reading a book. 

His ears are burning. 

As casually as he can, he reaches for the blanket and pulls it up to mid-chest while pretending to adjust his position. Your lips twitch amused. 

'Cold?' Your question sounds innocent but there's a flicker of mischief in your eyes. One that Zayne recognizes. 

'A little,' he deadpans. 

'Shame,' you note as you take a sip from your mug. 'I was enjoying the view.' 

'I’m sure you were.' His ears seem to burn up even more as he sees the smirk on your lips. Your teasing worked and you're quite pleased with yourself. Not every day you can make the doctor blush. 

'Relax,' you stretch out, giving Zayne even more reason to compare you to a cat. 'I'm just looking. Unless you'd like me to help with that.' You point at the bump in his lap and Zayne's face goes bright red. He tries to play it off, pulling a pillow onto his lap, but you saw it twitch. 

'I would not,' he replies, the lie tasting even bitterer than coffee. 

You shrug and gracefully hop off the bed, the dark liquid in your mug swirling dangerously close to the edge. Not that you would mind judging by the coffee stains on your sheets. 'I'll go get started on breakfast. You go do what you have to.' 

With those words, you disappear down the stairs. 

Zayne sighs to himself. "If only it were that easy. A cold shower should work." Just as he wants to slip out from under the covers, his phone rings. It show's Greyson's caller ID. He quickly picks up. 

'Speak.' 

"The cardiac surgeon for today called out, we have a heart transplantation that has to be done right now." 

'I'll be there as soon as I can. Shouldn't be more than an hour.' 

"Alright, we'll get everything ready." As the call drops, Zayne holds the phone tightly to his chest. He doesn't want this day to end but he has other responsibilities. He has to get home, shower, get his scrubs, his work things. 

A few deep breaths and he's off, slipping into his dirty clothes and rushing down the stairs to explain to you. When he gets to you, you look a little disappointed. 'Work?' He nods, you nod and turn back to the breakfast you were making. Eggs, bacon, etc.  

As quickly as you can, you get some bread and make the breakfast into a sandwich he can eat in the car. After all, how can he perform well on an empty stomach. When you turn back to him with a lunch box in hand, you can almost see him tear up. He crosses the kitchen in one step and presses a kiss on your forehead like it's a promise. A promise he'll be here again soon. 

'I'll bring you lunch,' you tell him meekly as you wrap your arms around his waist. He gladly accepts the embrace and pulls you against him. 

'I might not have time to eat with you.' 

'You don't have to. I just want to make sure you're fed.' 

'Don't bother, I can eat the cafeteria food.' 

'Just let me do something nice for you. You've been so nice to me.' 

Silence... and then. 

'Alright.' 

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This is a new feeling. It's not nerves nor fear and you fear it is care. You care for Zayne, but not like you care for your mother or your father or your sibling or your friends. It's something gutteral, something instinctive, almost primal. 

You know he is safe where he is. Safer than he would be in most other places. 

At the same time, you know he does not take care of himself. He gets lost in his duties and the unspoken responsibilities laid upon him by others and himself. And thus, you find yourself clutching the steering wheel of your car as you drive to Akso hospital to bring your... to bring Zayne lunch. 

About halfway through the drive, your phone starts buzzing and the car display shows an unfamiliar number. Over time, you've gotten used to answering unfamiliar numbers as most of them belong to gallery owners or people interested in buying what you make. So you pick up after only a second of hesitation. 

'Yes?' 

"This is Nurse Yvonne from Akso Hospital. You're listed as the emergency contact for-" You tune out the professional sounding female at the sound of his voice. Your ex still hasn't changed his emergency contacts? This is insane. "-passed out at his place of work. He's stable but not in any state to get home on his own, so we decided to notify you." 

The highway blurs in front of you. It has been two wonderful years since you've last heard that name. Two years after he walked out of your home calling you "too much" and "a brat" with a strange kind of anger you didn't understand back then. Now you know he wanted control and you didn't give it too him. You were too much of a free soul, so he was grasping at straws. 

'I'm sorry,' you say, your voice tighter than intended, 'this must be a mistake. I haven't seen him in two years. Do you have anyone else you can call for him?' 

"We do not. You are the only contact listed." Sly motherfucker. He probably didn't intent this to happen now but he surely did try to create this situation back when he walked out on you. 

'I'm sorry, I can't help you.' 

As you press the button to end the call, the hospital comes into view. Your hands tremble as you try and refocus on your driving to get to the parking lot safely. Instantly, your mind goes to Zayne. You should text him. Explain. But what is there to explain? A bureaucratic oversight? 

Still, some stubborn, masochistic part of you needs to see him for yourself, to confirm this isn't another of your ex’s games. On the other hand, why should you. You've no real reason to do so, but what if he's there because he found out about Zayne. What if he's pitting him against you. 

You have to check. You just have to. 

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The waiting room in the hospital hums with quiet urgency. People crying, people hurting, nurses moving between rooms with practiced efficiency. You hesitate as you stand at the reception desk. Zayne's lunch almost burns in your bag. You should be there for him, not some lowlife ex you haven't seen in years. 

'Hi, I just got a call from this hospital. From Nurse Yvonne?' 

The woman in front of you looks up from her computer screen. 'That's me. What's your name?' Her fingers type along when you spell it out for her and she nods. 'Consult room 3, down the hall to your left. Doctor Li should be in there with him now.' 

You follow her instructions and find the room easy enough. After a few knocks, you open the door and step inside to reveal a sight you didn't really want to see. Zayne in his scrubs, his broad back to you as he studies a chart. And sitting on the examination table... 

It's him. It really is. The man who made you feel less than. He looks paler than he used to, thinner too. Despite that, he still tilts his head in the same arrogant way when he spots you. 

'Why are you here,' he sneers. 

'You never changed your emergency contact, asshole,' you snap back. At the sound of your voice, Zayne turns. His eyes are cold, annoyed, but when they meet yours there is a second of something unguarded and raw. The moment passes and his professional mask slips back into place. 

'Miss.' His voice is too calm. Too controlled. 'A word outside.' 

The door closes as the smell of the hallway envelops you. Antiseptic and stale coffee. A smell that has become strangely comforting in the last few weeks. Zayne always carries a bit of it with him as he does not wear cologne when he works. 

Zayne's posture is perfect, his voice measured, but his grip on the clipboard is turning his knuckles white. You're not quite sure what he's feeling, not quite sure what you're feeling, but it isn't nice. 

'What is he to you?' 

He's not angry. Not yet. But the chill in his tone makes your stomach twist and you swallow. 

'An ex. I got a call from he hospital on my way here to drop of your lunch. He still has me listed as an emergency contact.' 

'And you came.' 

It's not an accusation, but it feels like one. A simple observation that cuts deeper than anger ever could. 

'I wanted to ask him to remove me from his emergency contacts,' your voice is barely above a whisper now. Zayne adjusts his glasses, a gesture you've come to recognize as his tell when he's thinking something over. You reach into your bag and hand him the lunchbox you prepared for him. 

'Of course. Thank you for the lunch.' 

Polite. Professional. Distant. 

You know he has all the right to be upset. Or at least he has the right to take a second and think the situation over. It's not something he expected, not something you expected either. Yet, the clinical detachment in his voice makes your throat ache. 

'Okay, I'm heading out then,' you manage before turning away and rushing out of the hospital. You can hear him call after you, but you keep walking. His voice becomes more urgent the more ground you cover. 

He catches you just outside the hospital. His hand gripping your arm tightly to keep you with him. When you turn to him and he sees the hurt in your eyes, he instantly regrets it. You see his eyes soften, but that was not okay. 

'Please.' 

'Not now.' You pull your arm loose and turn to keep walking, your eyes burning. 'You're working. I'm upset. This isn't the time.' 

His hand hovers near your arm again, but this time he doesn't touch you. 'Later, then.' 

You nod without looking back. 

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[lowkeyrobin]

hello:))

been loving ur mcyt preferences, and was wondering if you would do one where reader has insomnia???

I take medication for it and i got took off it for a break UGHH. anyways luv ur writing and take ur time plz:))

ooooo okay!! ; and thank you thank you, I appreciate it 🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; insomniac/night owl

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language, sleep paralysis, jokes about OD'ing (melatonin)

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinley feels so bad bc the second he closes his eyes, he's passed the hell out

he'll try and stay awake with you though and wait for the melatonin or just sleep in general to kick in

"if you're too tired to work, then don't. go back to sleep, don't worry about it"

compares you to tubbo 24/7

will bring you cherries and some milk because natural melatonin ❗️❗️

sometimes he'll try and stay awake with you and turn a movie on and he'll just pass out on your shoulder

you'll walk into his stream after sleeping until like 5 in the evening and quietly wave with a groggy look on your face

he laughs (in a very lighthearted way dw)

"y/nnnnn I know you're tired but we gotta go before we miss it"

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

you're basically just a night owl, like his personal guard dog lmao

he'll joke about it a bit too, how you're protecting him in the dark from the monsters 😭

RANBOO

he can and will stay up all night with you

mostly plays video games with you in hopes you'll get tired that way

which works a bit

does insane amounts of research, gets you eating all sorts of natural melatonin before bed and even gets you like children's melatonin gummies 💀💀

"do you have a sleep paralysis demon? are you just scared to sleep?"

"I just cannot sleep, I just toss and turn all night, I swear to god"

one of those people to do endless amounts of research to try and help

"do you wanna go to the doctor and get a prescription or something? maybe it'll help"

tweeting/posting about dumb shit you do at night

"y/n made a whole loaf of bread overnight someone send help"

"tell me why I woke up this morning to my partner staring into my soul holy shit"

FREDDIE BADLINU

also feels rlly bad that he can't help you

also brings you cherries, bananas and milk for natural melatonin in hopes it'll help a bit

will genuinley take you to a doctor to get you a prescription or something

also tweets about the shit you do while he's asleep overnight

"guys y/n picked up crocheting overnight wth"

"love when my partner wakes me up at 5am for breakfast because it was going cold 🥰 (they started cooking at 3:30am)

he can't stay up too late most days, he's a busy man

he feels so bad if you're sleeping through the whole day, he barely ever wakes you up bc he knows you're tired

"love, go back to sleep, you were up all night, I'll call you in sick, don't worry about it"

he strays away from od jokes when you're taking melatonin gummies/pills but sometimes he just has to say it

if you have a sleep paralysis demon as well, yk damn well he'll find his way into your dreams and beat the bitch up

if you can't sleep but he can, he'll just hold you and hope that you'll sleep soon

you'll usually sit there and play with his hair and admire him til you gotta get up and do something

NIKI NIHACHU

like ranboo, she puts in endless research of just trying to find things that might help you

she feels so bad

especially when you're sleeping all through the day and feel groggy as hell 24/7

if you have a paralysis demon she always reassures you that she'll beat it up for you next time it comes around

anything to make you smile bro

she's so sweet about it, if you're sleeping she makes sure to keep it quiet because this is one of the rare chances when you're sleeping

if you go multiple days without sleep and start tweaking out, she'll comfort you to sleep, doesn't matter how long it'll take

"It's okay, honey. it's okay, just focus on the rain sounds outside"

dedicated a whole kinda calm music playlist to help you sleep/relax yourself

finds it so funny when you do shit during the night to try and entertain yourself and it's the most random shit

like you'll go out and feed stray cats, accidently steal a shopping cart, fight the air and record it, etc

sleepy on stream hugs >>>

"well good morning, sunshine. its seven pm"

ALEX QUACKITY

"bro how do you not sleep"

if you got a sleep paralysis demon.... oh it's over for that mf

tweets about the dumb exhausted shit you do

"how do I turn y/n off at bedtime? I'm tired of waking up to see them staring into my soul"

"I love waking up to breakfast (I've been woken up at 4am for the past 2 weeks help me rn)"

thinks it's funny and sad at the same time when you start tweaking after not sleeping

"bro, go to sleep, cmon, it's okay, you're fine" as he's trying not to laugh at you

literally stuffs you with melatonin around 7:30 to see if it'll help LMAO

even talks on stream about how he's gonna fight the demons and pretends whoever he's fighting w is one LMAO

loves when you walk into stream all groggy and tired because he can finally spend a little time w you

[jackmanbj]

home surprise

jack was on his was back, he was finally done with tour and was exhausted, he had been working so hard and you could tell from phone daily phone calls he wasn’t getting all the sleep he needed.

“jack baby please rest before you come home” jack sighed and looked at you through the phone, his dark eye bags showing heavy “baby, i have been getting 4 hours a sleep” “jack! your saying that like it’s a good thing you need more rest! when you come home your going straight to bed!” “not before i fuck you” “yes before you fuck me! i need you to be rested up!” “fine baby, im about to start packing and ready for bed, i loveeeee youuu” “i love you so much more! now get some rest!” “i love you more tho” “jackman dont start.” “yes ma’am, and you better be sleep when i get there!” “of course baby”

you hung up the phone, of course you weren’t going to sleep you immediately went downstairs and cleaned it a up then started taking out the meat to defrost for jacks favorite meal then going to the living room to get snacks ready and movies planned out.

of course jack would get all this after he rested or he would quite literally pass out from exhaustion.

you checked the time 1:30am, jack would be back around 7am.

jack knew new you usually woke up around 8 or 9 so he wanted to make sure you were sleep to surprise you by you waking up to him.

you were going to wake up at 5:45am just to make sure jacks food was nice and ready for when he got back.

you set an alarm for 5:30am and fell asleep.

once it hit 5:30 you alarm went off waking you. you quickly got up and showered, brushed you teeth and started makings jacks food.

it was a quick easy mean so you were done by 6:48 jack had landed around 6:48 and would be here around 6:50 or 7:00 so you started putting the food on his and urban’s plate and placing them into the microwave.

when 7:05 hit you heard keys jingle so you quickly took the food out checking to see if it was still hot and they were so you placed it down in front the two chairs where jack and urban usually sat and got some forks for them.

“hi boys!” you gave urban a hug then went to hug and kiss jack.

“baby i told you to be sleep when i got here.” “i know but i made your favorite meal!” “did you even sleep baby?” “yes j, eat please!”

urban and jack sat down and started eating while you started cleaning up the rest of your mess.

“baby your not eating?” “uhmm not right now” “mk” once jack finished you took his plate for him and washed it and once urban was done you washed his to.

while you were finishing up the dishes jack came up behind you and rubbing on your lower thighs kissing your neck

“mm jack” “baby you can clean up later, lets go lay down hmm?” “im almost done, and i told you no sex till you sleep for at least, 7 hours. minimum!” “ baby.. i haven’t seen you in monthsss i miss you” “and i miss you to baby but where not having sex right now, ill be in the bedroom soon to help you unpack” “finee”

jack slowly walked up the stairs waiting for you to change your mind, but of course you didn’t.

once you went upstairs you seen jack unpacking.

“you need help baby boy?” “yes babe!”

you finished helped jack unpack and he went to go shower while you got his sweatpants out since that was all he liked to wear for bed anyway.

once jack got out he quickly put on his pants and laid down next to you.

“i missed you baby” you started playing in his damp hair and kissing his forehead “miss you so much” jack responded in soft snores. he was face first in your boobs drooling so you kissed his forehead once more and fell asleep with him.

[yurislotusgarden]

Can't break the rule!

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 688

ʚїɞ Tw’s: Small mention of suicide because it's Dazai but otherwise just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ This was literally written from 5:30am to nearly 7am and only the ending was added in after I woke up, I want that kind of motivation all the time

Gorgeous.

That's one of the words running through Dazai's head while looking at the sleeping beauty that's currently laying down on his chest, peacefully asleep. He knew that you would surely disagree with his thoughts but he didn't particularly care.

He was also aware of how late he was at this point, and that Kunikida would call him any minute now. He would pick up since that would make it so easy to tease the younger man, but it would also cause the risk of waking you up, which he absolutely didn't want, so he shall settle for messages at most. Kunikida should appreciate that! Dazai would take a big part of the time he could spend looking at his darling’s pretty face to text him back!

And just as he thought, the phone’s screen lit up in the darker room, the curtains still down due to neither of you getting up from bed that day.

‘There it is.’ Dazai lazily reached over to where his phone was lying on the nightstand, before bringing it up to his face to look at the screen, his other hand on your head, fingers gently running through your hair. He let the call go on in silence, the phone being put on mute just after you fell asleep earlier.

‘Finally!’ He thought as the 3rd call in a row ended, and he didn't have to wait long for a text from his work partner to pop up on the top of his screen.

‘YOU GODDAMN WASTE OF BANDAGES!!!’

‘WHERE ARE YOU?! WHAT RIVER WAS IT THIS TIME’

‘I SWEAR I'M GONNA THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW THE MOMENT YOU STEP A FOOT INTO THE AGENCY’

It was exactly what the brunette expected to see. Right now, the blonde was expecting to be told that Dazai had taken another dive into a river or tried another ridiculous suicide attempt. Little did Kunikida know that the brunette did the exact opposite and stayed home.

‘It looks like I won’t be in today, I can't break the rule after all!’

‘Sorry not sorry Kunikida-kun!’

He probably should have written a message to Kunikida that he won't be in like he did with the president, but where would be the fun in that? He’s lucky that he doesn't take too many official days off.

‘What rule are you talking about, you idiot?’

Dazai could have left the conversation where it was at the moment and leave Kunikida to be confused, but he decided he could have more amusement from continuing it.

‘Oh?’

‘Does dear Kunikida not know the important rule? How surprising!’

‘Just spit it out! I already spent more time on you than I should've or planned!’

His darling always told him that he should spare Kunikida from time to time, but he never really listened to that one thing, didn't he?

‘Of course! I can't leave you in the dark about it after all!’

‘Is it really that important?’

‘You will realize just how important it is once you know the rule!’

No, he never listened, and probably never will. Riling Kunikida up is just too entertaining to pass up on.

‘The rule is: If something small and cute falls asleep on you, you shall not move less you want to wake the small thing up’

‘And it just so happened that my darling angel is asleep on me right now, not like a single man like you would know how important that is <3’

‘So no no Kunikida-kun! I can’t get up and go to work, otherwise, I could break the important rule that obviously applies to me as well and I don’t really wanna break it!’

‘Now bye bye!’

‘Wait what?’

‘Dazai?’

‘YOU BASTARD COME BACK HERE’

Dazai knew that his dear colleague would chew him out the next day once he appeared at work since it wasn’t like he would find him at the agency’s dorms that day, like usual at that point. But for now, he had to go back to his previous job, and that was staring at his angel’s face like he was before the blonde’s interruption.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[steviewashere]

Want to Go Home With You (Bring Me a Home)

Rating: Teen and Up (May Change With Future Chapters) CW: None, at least for now Tags: Alternate Universe - Mermaids, Hurt/Comfort, Dialogue Heavy, Took Canon Out Back And Pulled an Old Yeller, Mer!Steve Harrington, Fisherman!Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington, Confused Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Wants to be Loved, Mermaids with Animal Like Instincts, Future Propositioning, Lowkey Might Involve Some Omegaverse Aspects in the Future (Not Sorry)

This is chapter one of ????. Also this takes place in Oregon because that's what I know and the idea of a merman living in an Indiana lake-beach is odd to me. So...bear with me. This is my first like actual alternate universe, completely separate from Stranger Things, so be nice.

Also, I've written Steve here as a merman who's had no contacts with humans—his English is choppy and his understanding of basic human communication is weird. If that's a turn-off for you, turn back now.

Read Part Two Here

Can also be read on AO3

🧜‍♂️—————🧜‍♂️ Fishing wasn’t the ideal career to be going into after high school, but Eddie had to do something while he waited for his dreams to kickstart. Granted, going into this business was easy because his uncle owned the local bait shack. But it didn’t make the job any more appealing in the end. Not even the many beaches he had the chance to truck out to. There was Cannon Beach and Seaside’s, but he stayed close to home in Newport’s.

The beach wasn’t anything super spectacular. Sure, there were parts of it inhabited by the native seal population, some of the areas overloaded with crab shells. And it was damn near majestic during the summertime. Eddie, however, didn’t see the gist of spending time there, though. Maybe it had to do with how every single one of his work days would go, the hours spent sitting in the serene stretches of water. But nothing was intriguing or worthwhile about spending his time there.

That is, until one particular early summer day.

June isn’t a busy summer month for Eddie and his uncle. It was the right temperature, but there was still the risk of storms. Heavy duty kind of storms. Business didn’t stop, though. He woke up at 5:30am, when the sun was still acclimating to the baby blue sky, and readied himself in coveralls, thick and tall rubber boots, and a bucket hat that protected his lopsided mop of curls. His hair remained back in a bun and his skin was doused with paste-like sunscreen. In one hand he carried a red fishing rod and in the other, an old black lunchbox transformed for tackle.

He went out to the docks. To the few run down boats. And climbed aboard his uncle’s tried and true, S.S. Lenore—a tiny thing, made for up to four people, overrun with nets and crusted muddy footprints, and equipped with a singular cooler. The engine always took a few pulls to start up, jostling and crunching like food run through a garbage disposal, but it did the trick. And then he was off.

Eddie always took the chance to float out for a handful of minutes. Sometimes fifteen. Sometimes ten. Set himself up stagnant in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nobody, with no chance in hell he’ll be interrupted. Today he just needed to get a cooler full of trout. Rainbow trout, to be more exact. They’re easy fish to gut and debone, good for baking in the oven, and stuffing full of herbs for marinated fish stew. He’d gone out previously to hoist in mackerels and herrings. This was the last trip he’d need to take for a good two weeks, but he was going to do a damn great amount of work for it.

“This should be good,” he mumbles to himself, just barely breeching the edge of his boat. The ocean underneath him moves in subtle pushes, rocking him lightly against itself. Its color is bright and shining—bluer, somehow, than the last time he visited just a few days ago. He can see schools of trout idling underneath the sheen of the water. And so he rigs one of his nets, tosses it over the side of his boat, and slowly sinks it into the water.

And he waits.

It isn’t until half past when he came out that the net begins to rustle. Tugging and splashing, but it doesn’t settle the way it does when it’s some regular trout. No, this threatens to topple Eddie straight into the cold depths of the water below. To sink his boat and turn it over of all its resources.

He grips to the ropes holding the damned thing up. Pulling at it hard enough to give him the starts of burns on his soft palms. And he heaves. Groaning with it. Panting unrelenting in the face of this thing trapped inside his net. Whatever he caught is surely not some common fish for his soup, this is something more—maybe even more dangerous. And he hadn’t thought to bring anything with him to ward off danger.

There had been one time where a shark got caught. Eddie happened to have a knife on him that time. He gave in, cut the ropes on the net, and let it free—which cost him the equipment, but luckily saved his life.

This is a time where having that knife would be spectacular. But as he hefts the net, he realizes that this creature caught is no ordinary thing. It’s not a shark. Not a seal. Not a school of fish. However, through the floundering waves around him, he catches on a fish-esque glimmer. Scales of some sort shifting with the catch of light breaking through.

He wrestles with the net for a few minutes more before eventually getting a good enough grasp to tie it down. Pulling up the rest with his hands, he’s met face to…tail with this creature. It has scales—pearl white and baby pink and pastel yellows—they shine iridescent in the high rise of sunlight. The end of the tail sports two fins, both of them crescent shaped, thicker towards the base of the tail, and spindly where it faces Eddie. Before he can stop himself, he’s poking at the scales, where they taper into absence at the creature’s fins. It’s then that the creature really notices him.

In one fell motion, grand and heaving, the boat rocks. Teetering into flipping. The creature turns its head to him and…hisses. Like the guttural bubbling hiss of a harbor seal. It rocks in the net again, as it lunges towards Eddie.

Immediately, Eddie pulls his hands away and steps as far back as the boat will allow him. Granted, it’s only four feet in width, but that puts space between him and this thing. The thing that he calculates slowly with his eyes. Tail—yeah, he already knew about that. But then he rakes up to the torso of the fish like creature, where his tail is ombre with the glistening, golden skin of a nude torso.

“That—That isn’t right,” Eddie finds himself stuttering, surveying the torso once again. Sure enough, there’s skin. Dotted with moles and freckles. Dark brunette chest hair that could almost be mistaken as black. Toned arms and big, veiny hands. At the ends of this creature’s fingertips are short, curved towards the palms, white claws. Gills where its ribs are. And then Eddie goes to its head. Square-ish jaw, more freckles and moles, smile lines and baby crows feet. Thick eyebrows, triangular nose with a bridge that angles slightly to the left. Ears that threaten to point at the tops. Brunette hair that swoops to the right, falls to its collarbones, wavy and stringy with saltwater.

And its eyes.

Human eyes. Hazel, glowing honey in the sun. Long eyelashes. Drooping eyelids. Pupils that are pinpoint small, dilating with every hiss that leaves the creature’s throat.

A mermaid.

Eddie Munson is looking at a fucking mermaid.

Or…merman? It doesn’t have the seashell bra like all the mermaids he’s heard tales about, but maybe that’s just fable. He’s played all kinds of fantasy games, but he never thought what he described would be looking at him. Wild eyes and baby shark-like teeth, though without the second row. Hissing.

It struggles in the net again, lunging. Wrapping its hands on the edge of Eddie’s boat, squeezing at the metal material. The force of this merman’s grip enough to cause the edge to creak. Eddie’s stomach drops.

“Woah! Alright, okay!” He exclaims, hands up and placating. Briefly, he wonders if it has a good sense of smell and hearing. Like it can scent the excretion of his sweat even in the cold air. Or how his heart beats like the galloping of a race horse. “Easy! I ain’t—I’ve got no reason to hurt you!”

It seems to know what he’s saying, as it relaxes in the net for the first time. But it shoots him a pitiful, pleading look. Petulantly whining at him, though the sound is gargled.

Eddie wipes his sweating palms on his coveralls and takes a tentative step forward. “Easy,” he murmurs, “I’ll free you, but you have to stay calm.”

But the merman shakes its head. “No,” it croaks, “No free.”

Okay, so the guy speaks. It knows English. Even as choppy and awkward as it sounds.

“No free?” Eddie questions, “You don’t want me to free you?”

It shakes its head again. Whines, gargling again in the back of its throat. Its hands grip to the boat again, this time lugging some of its weight. As if it’s trying to…climb in.

Eddie startles back once more. “Hey, no,” he barks, “no climbing in. You can’t come onto my boat.” Though he wants to take it all back the moment he locks eyes again. If it didn’t have scales and gills, Eddie would almost think it was a sad puppy hybrid. He can almost imagine the droopy tail paired with the glistening, fearful, and pleading eyes. “Why shouldn’t I free you? My boat isn’t your home and I can’t take you back with me. You belong in the water.”

“Home,” the merman echoes, croaking. “Your home…warm?”

“Uh—“ What the fuck, he can’t help but think, exasperated. “—uh, sure. Home is warm. My, uh, home is warm. I live by the sand with my uncle, selling worms and cooking fish. The sun hits my skin every morning.” He doesn’t know why he’s answering the guy, but something in its stare, the broken words—Eddie’s allured. “Can you please answer my question? I’d like to go home. So, why shouldn’t I free you?”

The merman points a clawed finger at itself. “My home not warm. Cold.” Eddie nods along because—of course, duh, the ocean is cold. But it murmurs, “Love.” And now Eddie’s confused all over again.

“Love?”

Its voice is soft and sweet, curious. “You have love?”

Eddie shouldn’t be indulging this. He shouldn’t. But maybe the merman is a siren with how he’s drawn to answer. “I don’t have a partner, if that’s what you’re asking. But my uncle loves me. And I love him. That’s—I have love like that.”

It nods like it understands. Looks away over its shoulder, to the cold, salty water. And visibly shudders before facing Eddie again. “No love,” it says, pointing at itself again. “I no have love. No warm.” It tries to climb in again, even as Eddie’s moving to pry its hands away, but it holds tight and hisses again. “Want warm. Go with. Want to go. Go now,” it demands in a low timber.

And even as pretty as this merman is, Eddie has to refuse. He shakes his head softly. Gently, he says, “You can’t. I—I don’t know you. And…I don’t have an ocean in my house. You’ll die if you come with me.”

“Steven,” it mutters.

What? “What.”

“Know me—Steven,” it says. “Know you? Name?”

Tentatively, Eddie relaxes again. Realizes that this won’t be an end all conversation. “My name is Eddie. It’s short for Edward,” he answers, “but I like Eddie more.”

It hums, observing. “Eh-die,” it sounds out. “Eddie,” it whispers. Without warning, it trills at him. High pitched, chirping and bubbling from the back of its throat. Smiling with the sound, squinting its pretty honey eyes. Something in Eddie stirs. “Like that,” it chirps. “Short and easy. I want.”

“You want a short and easy name, too?” Eddie clarifies. It nods at him, squeaking an affirmative thing. “How about…Hm, what’s a good name for Steven?” He ponders as the merman continues to look on at him, eyes bright and curious. “How about Steve? Is that good enough for you?”

“Steve!” It crows. Trilling again, higher pitched than the last, squirming again in the net, closer and closer to heaving itself into the boat. “Easy, easy, easy,” it says at him.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle. “So…Steve, am I able to call you a he? Like…His name is Steve?”

He nods at Eddie. Wriggling again as if he can’t contain his excitement.

“Well, now I know you, huh? It’s a shame I still can’t take you to my home.”

And now Steve frowns, eyes saddening again. “But…My home is cold. You have warm,” he says solemnly.

“I know,” Eddie murmurs, “but I don’t have space for you, Steve. Your home is in the water. If I take you out of the water for too long, you’ll die. You need the water.”

“I will see you again?”

Eddie shrugs. “If you see my boat again, you can visit me. How about that? And…what’s special about that, is that I can bring you things that aren’t in the ocean.”

“Man’s stuff?”

Befuddled, Eddie asks, “What are man’s stuff?”

“Stuff I see from up here. From Eddie’s home,” Steve answers. “I find and I keep and I hide. Nobody knows. Just Eddie. Eddie is nice, though. You make me happy.”

Humming, Eddie assesses Steve again. Smiles softly. “You’re nice, too, Steve. Even though you scared me earlier. But you were scared, too, huh? Caught in my stupid net.” He takes a careful step closer, standing over where Steve rests in the net still. He places a hand on one of Steve’s, tentatively, but purposefully. “But if you see my boat again, you can come visit. Maybe next time I’ll bring some fish soup? Do you eat fish?”

“Fish are tasty,” Steve says as a response.

Eddie chuckles again. “Okay, Steve. I’ll bring you fish soup. Tomorrow, though. I have to free you and go home, okay?” He reaches down for the ropes that he tied down earlier. Tugs on one of the knots and frees one side. Steve yelps.

“Promise you come back?” Steve meekly asks.

“Promise,” Eddie murmurs intensely, unraveling the last of the rope. “Look for Lenore. She’ll bring you back to me.”

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[starlost-maniac]

It's A Maybe...? Ch 2

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, unprotected sex (don't do it), mxf, mxm, there may be more?

Pairing: skz x fem!reader (end game is ChanLix, but Minho, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin are involved)

A/N: I was lazy when writing this, so I really only wrote it as a skz6 pairing (I paired Changbin and Hyunjin together for this). Please forgive my horrible writing

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You woke up in Felix's bed alone, something you're used to with his schedules. He left a note for you on the bedside table, saying he's sorry he had to leave, but the entertainment needed him for some schedule. He continues saying he loves you and he'll see you when he gets home.

You smile to yourself and get up to use the bathroom. You come out and get dressed in some of the clothes Felix had bought you. You put on an ankle length skirt with a slit up the side of your leg, and a white blouse. You step out of the room and walk down the hall to the kitchen. You see a bouquet of black roses in a vase on the kitchen table with a card in the front with your name on it. You go over and pick up the card and open it.

"Noona, I know black roses are your favorite, so I hope you like the bouquet. I want to make this day special for you. I'll be picking you up around 10 for a nice breakfast, and we are spending the day together."

You smile softly and look at your phone for the time. It reads 9:30am, so you have a bit of time to finish getting ready. You go back to Felix's room and brush your hair and do your makeup.

10am rolls around and you step outside and see Jeongin standing against a nice car. He looks up at you and smiles.

"You look beautiful, noona." He says as he walks over to you. He leans down and places a soft kiss to your cheek. You smile and thank him as he walks you to the car. He opens your door for you and you get in, making sure your skirt doesn't get stuck in the door. He shuts your door and goes to the driver's side and gets in. He drives you to a beautiful outdoor breakfast buffet.

"I never knew a place like this existed. It looks so beautiful out here." You look around, awestruck. Jeongin smiles and parks the car and gets out, going around quickly to open your door. You get out and smile at him. He grins and takes your hand and leads you into the seating area. A waiter comes over and takes your drink orders and leaves. You and Jeongin go and get food before going back to your table.

"So how did you meet Felix-hyung?" Jeongin asks before putting half a pancake in his mouth.

"We actually met while you guys were on tour in Australia. I had accidentally bumped into him and we spilled our drinks on each other. I offered to pay for his dry cleaning and gave him my number." You smile, recalling the memory. "He took my number and texted me later that night, asking me on a date, and the rest is history. It's really cliché, but it's our story."

Jeongin just smiles fondly. "I think it's really sweet. How long did he take to ask you to be his girlfriend?" He reaches out and gently grabs your hand, holding it in his.

"Well, we've known each other officially for 5 years, and we've been dating for 3. Whenever he went back to Australia, he would always try to meet up with me between time with his family. He didn't want to ask me out officially due to him being an idol. He was scared I'd get hurt or something bad would happen to me." You take a bite of your food, Jeongin watching you, interested in your story.

"He finally worked up the courage to say 'Fuck it. I want you to be mine'. He asked me out under the stars with a full moon by the beach. He was honestly so romantic about it." You chuckle, and take a sip of your drink.

"He really is a romantic one. He likes to cling to us a lot. Not that we don't like it." He smiles. "Hyung has a soft heart, and is just very sweet. He deserves someone who makes him happy, and I'm glad that someone is you." He leans over the table and gently kisses your lips before he sits back, a smile on his face. You could feel your cheeks burning a bit at his words. Jeongin smiles a soft smile at you.

"Thank you, Innie. He makes me really happy to. You all make me feel so welcome too." You softly squeeze his hand. "I really appreciate you all taking such good care of Felix too."

"It's what family does, noona. We care for each other." He smiles wide again. "Now eat your food before it gets cold." He laughs.

After breakfast, he takes you for a walk through the scenery, his arm around your back, hand on your hip, holding you close. He looks down at you and smiles at your enamored look.

"You're so adorable, noona." He leans down and kisses the top of your head. "Take some pictures so you can show hyung later." He gently pats your butt as a way of saying 'go'. You blush lightly before pulling out your phone. Jeongin watches as you take pictures as you walk ahead of him. He pulls out his phone and snaps a few of you, smiling to himself. He follows you as you walk along the path.

"Noona." He calls out to you and you turn. He takes a picture of you. You looked beautiful under the light breaking through the leaves above, a smile on your face. You blush again, not expecting him to take the picture. He goes over to you and shows you. "This is now my favorite picture." He grins before setting it as his lock screen. He grabs your hand and brings you to a bench, he sits and pulls you into his lap gently. You laugh when he tickles you a little before he wraps his arms around your waist and leans you back against him. You bring your phone up and take a selfie of you and Jeongin.

"You look so cute, Innie." You smile at the picture before you send it to him. You set it as his contact picture. You put your phone away and look out at the scenery in front of you. Jeongin gently places his head on your shoulder and looks with you. "It's so beautiful out here." You mumble.

"You're more beautiful, noona." He turns his head and softly kisses your jaw and tightens his grip around your waist a little. Your cheeks turn a light pink. He slowly kisses up behind your ear before kissing down your neck. Your eyes close and your head tilts a little, giving him more access to your neck. Jeongin chuckles quietly and kisses the crook of your neck before leaving a small love bite. You gasp softly but don't stop him.

"You ready to continue our walk, noona?" He rests his chin on your shoulder again, smiling. You nod a little, and get up, his hands falling to your hips. He holds you in place, looking your ass over before he gets up and presses himself right against you, teasing you. He steps around you to your side and holds your hand again. You continue your walk before turning around to walk back to the car.

It was now around 1pm, and Jeongin asks if you want lunch, and maybe go for ice cream after. You accept and you drive back to Seoul.

"Restaurant or street food, noona?" He asks after opening your door.

"Street food sounds good." You smile. "I'd actually love some tteokbokki and fish cakes. That sounds really good right about now." He nods and holds your hand again.

"Perfect choice." He grins wide and you walk down to where the tteokbokki stand is. You both sit and order, sharing the food. You eat carefully so as to not get any food on your white shirt. You both finish and you offer to pay, but Jeongin doesn't let you, saying he's treating you today. You complain a little but he still pays. You playfully push him. He chuckles and smiles at you.

"Lets go get ice cream, noona" he stands and holds his hand out for you. You take it and stand, walking with him to an ice cream stand not too far away. You get chocolate and vanilla, and he gets mint chocolate. You both walk while you eat, enjoying each other's company.

"How about a movie marathon and cuddles, noona? After all this walking, maybe taking a rest would be nice?" He looks down at you.

"Sure." You smile. "Maybe some marvel movies?" You grin and he nods. He watches as you eat your ice cream. You notice him staring, so to tease him as payback, you lick it slowly before licking the top of the ice cream off. You grin up at him.

"You better be careful, noona. I may take that the wrong way." He winks at you. You just chuckle and rub your thumb over his skin. He walks you back to the car as you both finish your treat and he opens your door for you again. You thank him and get in, the door shutting once you're buckled. He gets in and drives you back to their place.

He takes you up to his room and tells you to get comfortable on the bed. You blush lightly, remembering what happened last time you were in here. You climb in bed, leaning against his pillows on your side, your legs tucked underneath you. The slit of your skirt showing off your legs, it stops just mid thigh.

Jeongin gets his tv set up and turns around to join you in bed. He stares at you, looking your legs over before his eyes flick up to your eyes.

"You are just so beautiful.." he whispers before climbing into his bed. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. He hands you the remote, and you decide to watch the Deadpool movies. Not even 30 minutes into the movie, his hand is creeping up into your shirt from your waist. He slips his hand up into your shirt and softly rubs your side, his hand occasionally touching the bottom of your bra.

You lay your head on him and he smiles. He slips his hand to your back and undoes your bra. You look up at him and he's just got a grin on his face as he watches the tv.

"You having fun, Innie?" You teasingly poke him when you ask. He just chuckles in response and kisses your forehead. He slides his hand back down to the hem of your shirt and grabs it. He slowly takes it off of you, half expecting you to stop him. You shift so he can take it off you, your bra coming off next. He drops them on the floor by his bedside table.

He looks you over, his cock twitching inside his pants. You blush as he stares. He reaches up and gently runs his thumb over your nipple, pulling a soft gasp from you as his fingers are still cold. He grins and shifts so he can lean down. He softly cups your breast and leaves wet kisses across your skin before pulling your nipple into his mouth. You moan softly and close your eyes. Jeongin slowly licks and sucks on you, groaning softly as he massages your chest.

He lets go of your nipple just to shift to your other, giving it the same treatment. He pulls away with a soft pop before he looks at you, grinning. You open your eyes, your face flushed.

"Are you ok continuing, noona?" He watches your eyes.

"I'm ok, Innie." You smile and gently grab at his shirt and he helps take it off. You run your fingers across his skin and he smiles, watching you. He sits up and shifts so he's kneeling on the bed. He reaches back over and slips his fingers into your skirt, pulling it down off you, taking your panties with it. He groans softly when he sees your wet cunt.

"Oh my gosh.." he slowly swipes two fingers through your folds, picking up your slick, before sticking them in his mouth. He licks and sucks them clean. "Still so delicious." He winks at you and unbuttons his pants, sliding them off. He watches you, looking over your beautiful body.

"Do you want this, noona? Once we do this, there's no going back. But if you regret it afterwards, we'll pretend it never happened." His eyebrows scrunched with worry.

"I do, Jeongin." You say, nodding. "I won't regret it." You smile and sit up, your cheeks lightly flushed, and gently grab his hand. He squeezes your hand softly before he lets go, grabbing his boxers and slides them off, his hard cock springing free. He's a lot larger than you thought, and you stare at it before moving forward. You gently grab it and slowly stroke him, kitten licking his tip. The young man grabs the back of your head, a fistful of your hair, groaning loudly.

You slowly lick his tip before sliding his cock into your mouth. You look up at him as you wrap your lips around him. He had his head thrown back, breathing hard.

"Noona..my god.." he groans as you put as much of his cock in your mouth as you can. You slowly start to bob your head, licking the underside of his cock as you suck. He looks down at you, loving the view. His cock twitches on your mouth.

"Fuck..noona. I need a picture of this..is that ok?" He bucks his hips a little into your mouth and you moan softly. You slide him out of your mouth with a pop.

"Felix takes pictures all the time. He has them for when you guys are on tour or a schedule out of the country. I don't mind." You smile up at him and lick his tip, making his cock twitch again.

"Fuck.." he groans out. He leans over the bed to grab his pants, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, fumbling some. He sits back up and sits on the bed against his headboard, spreading his legs. "I'm ready when you are, noona." You smile at him and crawl up between his legs, your cheeks a light pink. You gently grab his cock and slowly stroke him before you lick his tip, licking up his pre-cum. He groans as he readies his camera.

You slip his tip back into your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue, licking his slit. He groans loudly, taking a few pictures. You slide your mouth down his length, taking as much as you can before slowly sliding him back out. He leans his head back, a loud thump as he hits his headboard.

"Fuck noona..you feel so nice. Your mouth is nice and warm." He reaches over and cups your cheek as you hollow your cheeks around his tip, making him moan loudly. You pull him out with a pop again and lick down the length of his cock before going back up the underside, your tongue flat against him.

"Noona, I need you now..please." he whines out. You never thought you'd hear Jeongin whine. It honestly turns you on. You climb on top of him, straddling his waist, cock underneath you, against your folds. "Ah, wait." He leans over and opens his drawer, pulling out a condom.

"You don't need that, Innie. I'm on the pill. Felix knows too and said it was ok." You rub yourself against his cock, making him groan softly. He quickly drops the condom and sits back up, gripping your hips and grinds against you, both of you moaning. He lets go of one hip and grabs his phone again.

"You're sure you're ok with pictures and stuff, noona?" He asks, looking up at you. You nod and lift yourself up, letting his cock straighten, and softly grab him beneath you. You line him up and slowly start to lower yourself onto him. You close your eyes and groan. He grunts quietly and you hear him snap a few pictures as he fills you, making you moan loudly.

He groans out your name, his grip on your hip getting a little tighter. You sit still, letting yourself adjust to him. He's about the same girth as Felix, but longer. Once you're ready, you start moving your hips against his, pulling out a low groan out of him. His hand slides up your skin from your hips to cup your breast softly, giving it a gentle squeeze. You moan softly.

"Innie.." You close your eyes as you lean back a bit, putting your hands on the bed to hold yourself up. Jeongin's eyes trail down to where you're connected and he moans out. He bends his knees behind you and gently thrusts up into you. You gasp and moan out. You start to slowly ride him, still leaning back. He watches as his cock disappears inside you.

"Innie, my god.." your head falls back asleep you moan out.

"Yes, noona? Is something wrong?" He looks up at you and watches as your head goes back. He thrusts up into you again, pressing against the spongy spot inside you.

"No, baby bread..nothing is wrong." You bring your head back up, you sit up straight and place your hands on his pecs. "You feel really nice." You twirl your hips on his again, moaning softly.

"Fuck, noona." He moans out loud. "You feel amazing.." he drops his phone on the bed and holds both your hips and grinds into you. You both moan out and you start bouncing on his cock again, grinding down on him a few times. He swears again and wraps his arms around you and holds you, rolling you both over so he's on top of you. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist.

"I'll be gentle, noona. I don't want to hurt you." He starts thrusting into you at a nice pace. He grinds deep into you and you feel him against your cervix. You moan out his name and wrap your arms around his neck. He leans down and softly kisses you, slipping in and out of you easily. You moan into his mouth and hold him close. He breaks the kiss to kiss along your jaw, down your neck and to your breast.

Jeongin slowly licks your nipple, dragging his tongue along the hardening nub. You grip his back and moan. You quietly beg him for more. He nods and grips your other breast and nips softly at your nipple. He picks up his pace as little, thrusting a little harder, you moan out and arch your back. Your nails run across his back, leaving light red marks. He groans against your breast.

"Innie, please.." you moan out. "I want you to be rough, please." You beg. He bites your breast, leaving a nice large mark on your skin. He thrusts harder into you, picking up his pace again. He leaves a few more marks before putting your nipple in his mouth. He licks and sucks hard on it. You moan out his name and scratch his back again, leaving darker red marks across his skin. He moans against you, grinding into you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. You arch your back, moaning his name loudly.

"God, noona, fuck!" He says against your breast. He sits up and grabs your hips, holding your ass up as he thrusts faster. Your hands slip from his back as he sits up, you reach above you and grip his pillows. He grabs one of your legs and moves it infront of him, foot on his shoulder. He thrusts hard and fast into you, moaning out your name.

His phone suddenly rings by your head, the caller ID showing it was Felix. Normally he would ignore a call while he was being intimate, but since he was fucking his hyung's girlfriend, he figured he'd answer this time. He swipes to answer and puts Felix on speaker.

"Hi hyung." He grins at the phone.

"Hi baby bread. Are you with sunflower?"

"I am. She's right here. Say hi noona, it's Felix-hyung." He thrusts hard into you.

"Hi, sun-sunshine." You moan out when Jeongin thrusts.

"Mm, I see our makane and my baby are busy." Felix chuckles into the phone. "Can I hear some of those pretty moans, baby?" His voice deep over the speaker.

"Come on, noona. Let hyung hear your pretty moans." He holds your leg against him and fucks you hard and fast, reaching down to rub your clit. You gasp and moan loudly, moaning Jeongin's name loudly.

"Fuck sunflower..you sound so gorgeous. I'm going to need you tonight…baby bread, record something for me. I need to see her squirming under you, please." Felix asks, his voice husky.

"Of course hyung. I'll send it to you after." He grins wide. Felix thanks him before hanging up. The younger boy grabs his phone again and opens his camera and starts recording. He shows your face, his thumb on your clit and his cock fucking deep into you. He holds the phone in the hand by your leg on his shoulder and fucks you hard and deep, rubbing your clit fast. You could hear his bed squeaking as he thrusts, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"Cum for me, noona. Let's show Felix-hyung how good I make you feel." He growls out. He stands the phone on its side on his side table, still recording you and he grabs your other leg, putting it on his other shoulder. He leans down slowly, folding you in half as he fucks harder and deeper into you. As soon as he does, the knot snaps and you clench hard around Jeongin, making his hips stutter a bit. You moan his name and grip his pillows tighter as you scream his name. Your legs shake as you cum. He fucks you faster through your high, still rubbing your clit, starting to overstimulate you.

"Good girl, noona." He moans out, grinding into you again. He shoves his cock deep into you and cums a few moments later. He unfolds you, carefully setting your legs down as he keeps his cock inside you as you both come down from your highs. He grabs his phone again and shows where you're connected, cum leaking out around Jeongin. He stops the recording and sends it to Felix, a wide grin on his face. He sets his phone down and leans down to your face, cupping one cheek and kissing you softly. You moan softly into the kiss and place one hand on his, the other sliding up into his hair.

"How's a bath sound, noona? I'm sure your legs are a little sore." He breaks the kiss and chuckles.

"A bath sounds nice, baby bread." You smile and peck his lips. He smiles and teasingly thrusts into you a few more times before he picks you up making you moan out, keeping his cock inside you as you wrap your legs around him again. He walks into his bathroom and carefully sets you on his sink. He leans you back and puts one hand on the mirror behind you, the other gripping the edge of the sink as he fucks you slowly, his cock half hard. You wrap your arms around him and moan softly, your cunt clenching around him again.

"God. You make me so fucking hard, noona." He moves his hand from the sink to your lower back and holds you there. He watches as his cock easily disappears into you, your mixed releases covering his cock. He groans and twitches inside you, his cock getting harder the more he watches. "Fuck…" he groans out quietly, picking up his pace, fucking you on his bathroom sink. He grips the edge of his mirror and thrusts hard up into you, making you arch your back and moan his name again.

"Are you able to cum for me again, noona?" He groans when you let out a sound of confirmation. He grinds into you, rubbing his pelvis on your clit again. Your knot tightens quickly from the overstimulation. He moves his hand from your back to your clit and rubs you in fast, short circles. You grip him and cum hard, scratching his back again, which makes him arch and moan loudly. His hips falter again when you clench around him.

He leans down and starts leaving love bites of different sizes along your neck, chest and breasts as he pumps into you. He continues to rub your clit, making your cunt clench around him hard before you start squirming under him.

"I'm almost there, noona. Please just bear with me.." he breaths out against your neck. He keeps fucking into you hard, deep and fast for a few more minutes before he buries himself deep into your wet cunt and cums hard. You clench around him, your cunt pulling him back in every time he pulls out, lightly pumping back into you. He starts leaving wet, open mouth kisses along your neck. When he breathes against them, it makes you shiver.

"Noona is such a good, pretty girl." He says breathlessly pulling away from your neck. He leans down and softly kisses you. You kiss him back before he slips out of you slowly. His cum slowly leaking out of you. He takes two of his long fingers and carefully pushes it back into you, fingering you gently. You moan softly, head tilting back. He watches as his fingers disappear inside you.

"You swallow my fingers so nicely too, noona." He says before pulling his fingers out and sticks them in his mouth, tasting your juices mixed with his. He gently rubs your thigh before he turns around and gets a bath going. "Do you want me to join, noona, or do you want the bath to yourself, cause I don't mind showering in the cubicle while you're in the bath." He looks over at you.

"I don't mind either, baby bread." You smile softly, the hickeys he left getting more noticeable. Your breathing slowly returns to normal.

"Mmm…I think it's best if I leave you to the bath. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you." He laughs and helps you down off the sink and into the bathtub. Once you're settled, he gets into the shower cubicle. You relax into the tub and watch him start the shower, stepping under the water once it's warm. You watch as the water runs down his toned body, unashamedly looking his cock over. He notices you staring, but doesn't say anything.

Jeongin steps back out of the water and washes his hair quickly and rinses before grabbing his body wash. He slowly washes himself head to toe, washing his cock last. He gently grabs his cock and starts washing it, pumping himself slowly. You watch him, mouth open slightly. He smirks a little and places his free hand on the wall as he pumps, his cock getting hard again. His head drops slightly and he moans out 'noona'. You blush a little bit as you watch him.

His grip gets a little tighter around his member as he fists himself faster. He lets out a few expletives before he cums hard against the shower wall. He groans a little and looks at you. He grins and winks at you before stepping under the water again. You look away, cheeks pink and start washing yourself. Jeongin turns off the water and steps out, grabbing himself a towel and wraps it around his waist. He walks over to you and kneels beside the bath. He gently starts to wash your back for you. You close your eyes and relax.

"Tired, noona?" He chuckles and rinses your back off. You nod in response. "Think you'll be up for it when Felix-hyung gets home? He sounded pretty turned on." Jeongin laughs. You laugh softly.

"If I take a nap, I'm sure I'll be fine." You open your eyes and look at him. He smiles and kisses your temple softly.

"Let's finish getting you cleaned up and we can go take a nap." He smiles wide. He helps you get washed up before draining the tub. He helps you get up and dries you off, leaving gentle, chaste kisses across your skin. He wraps you up in a towel and dries your hair with his blow dryer. You both go back to his room and he quickly changes his bedding. He tosses his towel in his hamper and climbs into bed, patting the spot next to him. You toss yours in the hamper as well and climb in next to him.

He gently puts your leg over his hip, putting his between your legs, thigh right against your core. You cuddle up to him as he covers you both up, and you quickly fall asleep.

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You wake up to someone playing with your hair. You open your eyes and turn a bit to see Felix sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at you. Jeongin pulls you back to him in his sleep, face in your breasts.

"Hi, sunflower." Felix whispers to you. You smile sleepily.

"Hi, sunshine. I missed you." You whisper back as you hold Jeongin's sleeping form.

"Did you have fun with Innie today?" He softly pets your hair and you nod, letting out a soft 'mhmm'. He smiles. "Sleep for a bit longer and I'll get you two for dinner." He gently pats your bare ass as the blanket had come off you while you slept. He leans down and kisses your cheek, smiling lovingly at you both. He leaves and shuts the door behind him. You cuddle again with Jeongin, adjusting your leg on him before falling asleep again.

You're woken up again by Jeongin leaving soft kisses along your throat. You let out an 'mm', letting him know you're awake. He chuckles.

"Hi noona." He smiles against your skin and he bites your throat, gently running his teeth against your skin. You let out a gasp and a quiet moan.

"Hi baby bread." Your hand snakes into his hair and you grab a fistfull. "How was your nap?"

"It was nice. I dreamt about you and I woke up hard." He laughs.

"I can feel that." You laugh as well. "Do you know if dinner is ready? Felix said he would come and get us."

"I'm not sure. I can go and check? That way you can relax a bit or get dressed?" He bites your throat softly again, making you shudder. You nod a little and let go of his hair when he pulls back. He places a quick kiss to your lips before he gets up. He stretches as he walks over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of shorts. He quickly puts them on and goes to the door just as someone knocks. Jeongin opens the door and Felix peeks in, smiling up at his younger members.

"I was just coming to wake you two. Dinner is ready." Jeongin steps out of the way to let Felix in, the older thanking him as he walks past. The blonde goes over to you and smiles, leaning down to kiss you deeply. "I can't wait for after dinner. I get to have the tastiest dessert afterwards if you're still up for it." He winks at you and helps you up. You giggle and say you are. Jeongin offers a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts, since you don't have any clean clothes in his room. You thank him and put them on. You all go to the kitchen and the boys greet you.

"How many times did you bite her, I.N?" Seungmin asks, seeing how many hickeys there are across your neck and collarbone. Jeongin and Felix just laugh and kisses the top of your head.

"You guys think this is bad? I've left more than he has. She loves being bit." Felix says, wrapping his arms around you, softly kissing your neck.

"I really do." You blush lightly, not used to sharing this with so many people. Felix notices Chan trying not to look at you, his ears red. Felix lets out a 'hmm' before shifting his focus back to you.

"Go sit, baby. Food’s ready." He kisses your neck again and releases you, gently patting your ass again.

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The boys try to shoo you out of the kitchen again but you complain saying you want to at least help clean, before Felix kidnaps you again, making the boys laugh and relent. You grin and start packing up the leftovers and clear the table. The boys thank you and Jisung and Seungmin kiss your cheeks, making them turn pink. Minho winks and purses his lips at you, wanting you to come to him for a kiss.

You roll your eyes teasingly and smile as you walk over to the older boy. You step up on your toes and peck his lips before stepping back. He kept his lips pursed at you and you laugh.

"You're so cute." You step back to him and he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close before kissing you deeply. He hoists you up onto the counter and moves his hands to your face, gently cupping your cheeks. He kisses you hot and fast, making you gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and he groans at your taste. He pulls back after a few minutes for air, a string of spit from your lips hangs in the air. He looks into your eyes, smirking when he sees they're glassy. He wipes the spit from your kiss bruised lips softly and helps you down from the counter.

"Go to Yongbok. He wants you, bad, kitten." Indicating towards your boyfriend. You nod before walking past Jisung and Seungmin, seeing that they both are sporting tents in their pants before going to Felix.

"Ohh, I am going to devour you tonight baby. The video from Innie, and now what Minho-hyung was doing..you're in for it, my love." He says deeply, his baritone voice turning you on again. He lifts you up and carries you to his room where you end your night with a few hours of loving attention from your boyfriend.

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Breakfast in Bed

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, married couple, flirting, a bit of smut, kissing/making out, groping, fingering, P in V, licking, biting, aftercare

𖤐Summary: Soap wants to be a good husband to his wife Y/n, and decided to make her some breakfast in bed.

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4:00AM

Soap woke up before the sun, he looked up at the ceiling and saw the streetlamps hitting against the ceiling. He sits up and leans against the headboard of the bed.

He looks to his left seeing his sleeping wife. He saw her sleeping face, she looked happy, comfortable and so sound. He smiles at her and slides down and kissed her forehead.

She stir in her sleep, but got back to being comfortable. He smirks and gently gets up from the bed.

He puts on some sweatpants, he just gently shuts the door behind him and went downstairs.

He turns on the coffee pot and fixed himself some coffee. He pulls out a pan, the toaster and a plate. He was going to surprise his lovely wife with some breakfast in bed.

It was no special occasion, he just wanted to do it for her. She's been stressed with work, and having to deal with her crazy family. Soap knows she needs to be destressed from everything.

5:30AM

He makes toast, eggs, bacon and even cut up some fruits for her. He stood by the coffee pot and placed the mug under it letting it dispense hot water, he grabbed a tea bag that was meant for stress-reliving.

He puts a spoonful of sugar in it along with honey.

"Perfect," he states, as he was placing everything on a tray and walking back upstairs, he gently pushes the door open with his foot and saw Y/n was up.

"You're up," he sounded surprise.

"Yeah...I was wondering were you darted off to," she says, kicking the covers off her feet.

"Yeah, I was going to bring you some breakfast," he says sitting the tray over her lap.

"Why?" She asked with a smile and looking up at him.

"You just deserve it."

"Aww~ thanks you," she says, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"Anything for you," he smiles down at her. He plops down next to her and turned the TV on, today felt like a lazy day and an everything about Y/n type of day.

Soap admired Y/n as she ate, she looked cute and so peaceful, she would sometimes offer a bite to Soap, but he'd gently decline and tell her it's all for her as he sips on his coffee.

Y/n was happy that Soap made everything for her and about her. Y/n leaned back in her plush comfortable pillows and smiled to herself.

"Are you done?" He asked.

"Yes, for now though," Y/n says, biting her bottom lip and rolling on Soap, sitting on his lap.

"My love?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking at you, my handsome husband," she compliments.

"My love, don't today is about you not me," he says, cupping the back of her head, moving forward till her back hit the plush bed and he was above her, her arms still around his neck.

"You look so beautiful."

"Don't I always?" She says. He only chuckles at her and attacks her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan and ran her fingers through his hair.

His lips then moved from her neck to her jawline and then finally to her lips. She slightly opened her mouth letting his tongue inside.

"I do hate to ruin this moment, Soap," she says as his lips went back to her neck.

"Hm?" He hums.

"My boss called and asked if I could come in, tonight."

"Tonight? To do what?"

"Just come in and do some filing and end of the month shit," she says.

"Did you tell him, no?" Soap asked.

"...No..."

"Love."

"Soap, it's for a few hours." He sits up and placed his hands on her thighs as she stayed on her back and held his wrists.

"How long is a few hours?" He asks.

"4?"

"Fine," he groans.

"Soap," she teased him, her hands moving from his wrists up her shirt and exposing her braless boobs. "I don't leave till the afternoon, care to-"

"Fuck yeah, you don't need to tell me twice," he holds her waist and then started to kiss her neck and his hands went up and squeezed her bare chest.

She lets out a soft moan as her hands went to his hair and down to his shoulders, squeezing his buff shoulders and enjoying the kisses on her bare skin.

"K-Keep going."

"Wasn't playing on stopping, my love," he says, kissing her lips and moving his hands to her hips and pulled at her shorts wanting them down off her body.

As he pulls them off her lower half, he pushes two fingers inside of her, quickly pushing them in and out of her and earning a soft and loud moan from her lips.

His eyes focused on her face seeing her eyes squeeze shut and let out soft moans.

"God, I love your moans, they drive me crazy," Soap says as he pulls his fingers from her and starts moving down kissing, licking and biting at her thighs.

"S-Soap, h-holy fuck," she moans.

"Shhh~ my love, let me pleasure you, only enjoy yourself," his rough hands squeeze at her thick thighs.

His tongue went to her inner thighs, licking at her and biting her leaving some small teeth marks on her thighs.

"Ah nngh~!" She moans.

He then starts to strip from his pants and started to mess with his harden dick. He moves it and watched her eyes land on his hand touching himself. He smirks when he sees she wasn't being discrete about it.

"I know you want it, my love, I can see it in your eyes that you want to be fucked by me," he then pulls his dick from his boxers and started to pump himself before pushing himself inside of Y/n.

"Ah!" Her head goes back into the plush pillows and her hands were around his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he was thrusting deep into her but was also being so gentle at the same time.

He only took it slow so she could get use to him before he picks up the pace.

Her eyes fluttered open as she looks at Soap and begs him to move faster which he gladly did. He was moving faster and faster and watched her face become red and her eyes held tears threatening to fall but never did.

His thumbs wiped the stray tears away and kissed her lips as she moans into the kiss and the tip of his dick just barely hitting her g-spot.

Her head goes back and she let's out a soft moan.

"S-Soap," she moans.

Soap could feel her squeeze around him, they both moaned and he came inside of her. He pulls out and watches cum leak from her lower half.

White liquid leaked form her, he smirks looking down at her.

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"Was breakfast good?" Soap asked as he watched Y/n drinking her tea.

"It was good," she says.

"You don't seem...happy?"

"No, I'm happy," she smiles at him. "You did a romantic gesture and very much apricate what you did, and I love you for it," she says, kissing his lips. "Thank you."

Soap watches her eat and smiles at her.

He moves closer to her and cups her chin and kissed her lips again.

"God, I love you," Soap says, kissing her some more.

[lizmitches]

so i made maggie a banoffee pie yesterday (a little sunday treat) and it was as if the woman had never had a dessert before (which is funny because if you knew her you’d know she is 90% dessert and 10% hot chip). i go on to learn that this pie has fundamentally changed her life for whatever reason (perhaps i truly am that gifted) because she has spoken of nothing (nothing!) else since.

she woke me up this morning (5:30am) talking about banoffee pie. kissed me goodbye (three pecks) talking about banoffee pie. called me from the car (hands free, she’s responsible) talking about banoffee pie. suffice to say, she is losing her friggin mind over this silly goofy goddamn banoffee pie.

anyway, she gets home after work and immediately disappears. i figure she’s christmas shopping (over budget because apparently the rules don’t apply to her) or cuddling (see: lovingly pestering) the cats. i go about my business (i’m really a very busy person).

about an hour in, i begin to worry. after all, it’s been awhile since i last heard about banoffee pie—and it’s become a very important part of our daily routine (since yesterday). the house grows eerily quiet. finally, she reemerges (looking altogether too pleased with herself) and hands me her phone. what i see is an entire folder full of these:

i feel the need to say these are the first and only memes she has ever made. i do not know anything of their origins. i only know i am head over heels in love with her (and she is apparently in love with banoffee pie).

[sapphhiiire]

Parent!miguel x parent!y/n.

.𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅.

[side note: I have written this for Mother’s Day! And yes Ik that in the image I have used it’s Peters kid but…yk only 1 I could find of a baby 😭]

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You were fast asleep, unaware that your husband had left your side which in this case was normal he would normally have to go out at random times at night for the line of work he followed and you understood this but it always left you worried senseless, not knowing what shape he would be in once he came home…you and him had a baby to raise together and you’d very much like for him to physically be there alongside you and your baby.

Anywho it was about 5:30am and the only thing that woke you was the sound of your baby cooing, letting out an exhausted sigh you rolled out of bed and stumbled to the doorway, a smell struck your nose and it smelt pretty heavenly which got you confused because who the hell would be cooking now?? You made your way through the small hallway of your house that lead to your kitchen where you saw the adorable sighting of Miguel holding your child in his arms soothing it as he continues to make the ‘breakfast.’ he was going to surprise you with, “Miguel?” You softly called out for his name, he snapped his head into your direction and froze like a deer in headlights “oh, love I see that you’re awake…and so early too.” he says sheepishly, putting the baby down into its little high chair Miguel walks over to you. “What are you doing up so early cooking?” You asked through an yawn and a stretch, curious to know the reasoning behind all this, Miguel doesn’t answer until he comes a bit closer to you and cups your cheeks into his hands, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips which you met back with embracing him into a hug. After a couple of seconds you guys broke apart. “Happy Mother’s Day, mi amor.” He finally says.

This left you with a sense of awe, admiring how he got up early even through his own sleep deprivation for you.

you couldn’t help but pull him in another kiss, this one just as passionate as the last

[goquokka00]

Steamy Morning

Pretty much just a hot morning with Jisung cuz I can't get this scenario out of my head :/

Pairings: Han Jisung X Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut, hints of fluff

Warnings: Oral receiving (f!), pet names, marking, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, orgasms, softdom! Jisung, 18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

If there was anything you wished people knew about Jisung, it was that he was NOT a morning person.

Maybe it was because he was always up until 4 or 5 in the morning working on songs, or because you both loved to talk and hang out until late. But either way, he hated mornings. No matter how hard he tried, he always despised them.

For one, they were either too bright or too dark. For performances, he'd always have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to get to the Stray Kids dorm so he could leave on time. But when he had time to wake up when he wanted to, the sun would always decide to shine right in his eyes.

Another thing he hated about mornings is that he'd either have to leave you in the bed or be left in the bed by you. He'd love to lay down next to you, spend time with you in the morning and just lay there, holding you in his arms. But sadly, that wasn't the case most mornings. With your job, you'd always have to leave early on weekdays to help open a coffee shop, and he'd be left alone, with your spot on the bed cold.

It was either that, or he'd have to tear himself away from you in order to quietly get ready for whatever performance he'd have. He hated doing that to you and would always consider staying just a few seconds longer to kiss your forehead and run his hands through your hair, even though you probably wouldn't feel him do that.

The last thing he despised was that he had to get up in general. Like mentioned before, Jisung was always up late. Whether it be because he was working or just being with you, he'd always stay up past 1am at the minimum. And when he had to get up and get less than the necessary amount of sleep? Oh, he hated it. Of course, you knew that, too.

That's why you always made an effort to make mornings amazing for him when you both had the day off.

It was rare for the both of you to have time off on the same day. Because you always opened, and he always had days and days of work scheduled, it was extremely difficult for both of you to have the same day off. They just didn't happen. But when they did, it always felt like a miracle that you both needed. And today was just one of those days.

It all started at 8:30am.

That's as late as your internal clock would let you sleep in. You never knew why that was, but you never really questioned it. After all, it meant that you had more time to be awake and enjoy the day. So you never minded that.

You also didn't mind the sight you got right away in the morning when you woke up.

You smiled, seeing Jisung fast asleep, soft snores coming out of his slightly open mouth. His face was squished against the pillow, one arm underneath it while the other was limp around you. It was a gorgeous sight that you never got sick of, even though you've seen it plenty of times.

But, you knew that since you were up, you were gonna have to be productive. It was something that was trained in your mind, probably from childhood. And so, you slipped out of Jisung's limp hold, trying your best to not wake him up (as he deserved to sleep in), and went to the bathroom, where you did anything else a normal person would do. Use the toilet, brush your teeth, wash your face, and brush your hair. You decided not to put in your contacts, and instead go with your glasses.

After all, you weren't really planning on going anywhere today.

Once your glasses were on, you put your hair into a loose ponytail, already having an idea for breakfast, and quickly glanced at your outfit. It was one that you always found comfort in, and one that Jisung loved the sight of. It was also one that tended to really get Jisung going.

In short, it was his Maniac Tour Sweatshirt with a pair of shorts. Really easy, really simple, and extremely comfortable. But you thought that you always looked cute with your glasses on and your hair up while wearing the outfit. A rare feeling that didn't occur often.

Once out of the bathroom, you journeyed into the kitchen, making a pitstop at the coffee machine Jisung literally never used. It was a gift from Seungmin for his birthday. It was top quality, something you could never afford. And yet Jisung never made an effort to use it. So to make sure that Seungmin's gift didn't go to waste, you used it instead. As much as you could, at least.

Once your coffee was made, you immediately got to work on breakfast. It wasn't a hard breakfast to make, it was actually far from it. But after last night's dinner, having left over rice and some kimchi that would be going bad soon any day now, your brain immediately went to Kimchi Fried Rice for breakfast. And so, that's exactly what you started to make.

It was just as you got the rice in the pan when you heard the shower start. A smile appeared on your face, knowing that Jisung was definitely up, probably trying to wake himself up before going out into the kitchen. And so, you go back to the coffee machine, making him a coffee. Otherwise, he'd be way grumpier than he usually was in the morning.

As his coffee poured, you went back to stirring the Kimchi Fried Rice, not wanting it to burn. And soon enough, it was ready to go. You dished up the food, setting it onto the counter, and went to get his coffee finished up. And that's when you felt two arms wrap around your waist, and a head rest on your shoulder.

"Good morning, Jisung." You said, not surprised by his morning antics. Back hugs was Jisung's favorite way of greeting you in the mornings, partly because he was too tired for anything else.

"Mm..." He replied. He placed light kisses onto your neck, going up to your cheek.

"I have your food ready to go on the counter. Kimchi Fried Rice." You told him. You smiled at his show of affection, and you could feel his smile as well. "And I have a coffee for you right here."

"Not interested." Jisung told you, making you a bit confused. Jisung was always a grumpy person in the mornings before he ate and had coffee. Though, it wasn't long before you realized why that was.

All thanks to the fact that he was pulling your ass against his boner.

"You're wearing my sweatshirt. 'S hot." Jisung said as he trailed his kisses back down to your neck. Immediately, his light kisses went to open-mouthed kisses, making you hum. "And you have your glasses on."

"Well, I didn't feel like wearing my contacts." You told him, leaning your neck to the side, feeling him pull you closer to him.

"Baby, you know what that does to me..." Jisung trailed, his head not leaving your neck. You just sighed, feeling him suck on your skin, leaving a mark. A dark one. And once he let go, you turned to look at him.

Oh...you wished you did that sooner.

Jisung still had damp hair. That was the first thing you noticed. You also noticed the fact that there was no shirt on his body. While that didn't really shock you, as he usually didn't have a shirt on when at home, it was still a sight to see. His broad shoulders, his muscles toned and very much present, and it all lead down to his tiny waist.

All he had on was a pair of sweatpants. And those sweatpants were just loosely hanging onto his hips for dear life. And of course, his boner was poking through just perfectly, making itself known to the both of you.

Pretty much, he had rendered you speechless. Very speechless.

"Baby..." Jisung trailed, looking at you with a dark gaze of lust. Then again, that was all he had to say for you to pull him into a kiss. Jisung instantly kissed you back, his hands going to your waist as your lips moved in sync. It didn't take much time for Jisung to push you back against the counter, lifting you up onto it.

The second that you were seated on the counter, you placed your hands onto his chest, moving up to his shoulders, then back down towards his abdomen. Jisung, on the other hand, immediately moved his hand down towards your shorts, slipping his hand under the waistband and immediately smirked as he laid his hand over your clothed pussy.

"My baby...you're so wet for me." Jisung said, going to kiss your neck. A whine immediately left your lips as you rolled your hips to meet his hand, which made Jisung chuckle a bit. "And you're needy. How cute."

"J-Jisung..." You whined, pouting towards his teasing. He just kissed your cheek, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.

Once those were off, he immediately split your legs apart, going in between them. He left open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, eventually sucking to make a few more marks before getting up towards your soaking wet pussy, which was all the more beautiful without those panties over it.

"So beautiful..." Jisung whispered, going and placing a kiss onto your clit. You whined once again, squirming as he blew some air onto you, the coolness making you shiver. But Jisung just smiled, placing a few more kisses onto your pussy, those kisses turning to open-mouthed kisses. That made you whimper, rolling your hips again as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you a little closer to him.

If only that damned sweatshirt wasn't getting in his way.

If there was one thing Jisung loved to do, it was fuck you in his sweatshirts. It just felt like a form of ownership, like you were truly his. The only issue was that they always got in the way, like now. And so, it wasn't a surprise when he gripped the sweatshirt, pulling it up as he continued to kiss you.

"Bite it." He told you. You immediately obliged, grabbing the sweatshirt and putting it into your mouth, having it pulled up permanently. He just smiled, kissing your thigh one last time, licking his lips as he looked up at you. "Good girl."

And then, he dove in.

He immediately began to slurp and lick in between your folds, going up to your clit and flicking it with his tongue, suckling it before repeating the process. You moaned out, gripping his hair as your back arched. You rolled your hips, trying to get more friction. But that wasn't something Jisung wanted you to do. Not in the slightest.

And so, he resorted to holding your hips down with one hand, while the other was placed on your inner thigh, gently massaging the muscle. He pulled away from your core for a second, moving his hand up right above it, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, making you whimper.

"Be good and don't move." Jisung told you, his eyes practically gazing through you. That look on his face made you whine, your eyes pleading for him to continue. "Keep your hips still for me, okay?"

"M-mmhm..." You hummed, nodding eagerly towards him. Jisung just smiled, placing a kiss onto your thigh again before going back in, licking and suckling your clit again as his hand went back to your thigh, gently massaging it.

Moans kept pouring from your mouth, your back arching again as you tried your best to keep your hips as still as you possibly could. But Jisung was starting to get pussy drunk, you could tell in the way he eagerly slurped and lapped at your folds, making that familiar tight knot form.

You whined, looking down at Jisung, who was keeping his eyes on you as well. You weren't sure how long he had been watching you, you guessed that it had been for a while. But the second that you made eye contact, he sunk two fingers right into your hole, curling them to hit your G-Spot.

That immediately got you to cum.

You squealed, gripping onto Jisung's hair as your legs shook, Jisung just continuing on as he was, guiding you through your orgasm. You didn't take long to start to come down from your high, loosening your grip on both the sweatshirt and his hair, your free arm going over your eyes as you took deep breaths, eventually getting yourself grounded.

"That's a good girl. Such a good girl for me, my baby." Jisung mewled, kissing your bare stomach and thighs, getting up before pulling you off of the counter, turning you around and pushing your chest down against it. His hand went straight to your ass, groping it as his other hand held the sweatshirt up and away from your lower region while also holding you down.

And then, you felt it.

You assumed that while he was eating you out, Jisung had taken his cock out of the confinements of his sweatpants in order to get some relief from his hand. You didn't blame him, either. Jisung loved the taste of you, always getting more turned on than he had been beforehand. So he would usually end up jerking himself off to your taste and your sounds.

But as you felt him run his cock in between your folds, you whimpered, clenching around nothing as he eventually lined himself up, slowly pushing into you.

"Good girl, take my length...that's it..." Jisung moaned out. He didn't have to go this slow, he usually didn't. But with how wet you were, he wanted to savor the moment. He wanted to feel you. And while you were also fairly needy, it was nice to feel him, too.

Jisung was long. Long enough to reach your cervix if he wanted to. He also had just enough girth to stretch you just right. It made him feel bigger than he actually was, and to him, it felt like you were just tight enough. In other words, he felt amazing.

"'M gonna start moving, my baby." Jisung said as he leaned down and kissed your shoulder blade. And once that kiss was laid, he started to thrust. It was a steady pace, one that wasn't too fast, but it wasn't ungodly slow. It was one that definitely ripped moans from you, and grunts and groans from him.

"Ji-Ji...!" You moaned out, trying your best to grip onto the counter. It felt incredible. It always did. And you knew it was only a matter of time before he started messing with your clit again.

"God...look at you, you're-holy fuck...you're sucking me back in..." Jisung moaned out, moving his hand back to your ass, gripping onto it. He kept his hips moving, eventually going into a harder-hitting thrust. And that rewarded him with slightly louder moans from you.

He loved when you made noise for him. He loved it so much, because it let him know that he was the one making you feel this good. It made him feel like he was the only one who could make you feel this good. Nobody else could do what he was doing, because you're his.

"'M gonna cum! Ji, I'm gonna cum...please..." You whined, squirming under his hold. Sure enough, there went his hand, going straight to your clit to rub quick circles on it with his thumb, making you squeal.

"Do it...Cum on my cock, baby...come on, please, do it." Jisung told you. And that's exactly what you did. Your entire body trembled as a pornographic moan ripped from your throat. Your pussy clenched around him, causing Jisung to groan, leaning forward as his hand left your clit, going back to your hip to keep himself going.

He was definitely getting close, but he wasn't gonna cum. Not yet.

"Good girl, that's such a good girl..." Jisung praised, moving his hips faster. He was definitely getting close, but he wanted you to cum with him. Just like you both normally did.

"Ji, I-I can't...God, I can't--"

"You can, my baby...please, I'm almost there, just a bit longer..." Jisung interrupted you, his brows furrowing as another groan left him. You moaned out, feeling your legs shake as that oh, so familiar knot formed in your core once again. "Please, just hang on...I'm so close, super close..."

"Ji..." You moaned out, moving slightly to get your hips closer to his. God, you hoped that he was getting there, because you were just on the ledge. That's when you felt his hand move again, going straight for your clit.

"Cum. Cum cum cum cum cum..." Jisung said quickly. You immediately obliged, crying out as your body shook again with another orgasm, clenching around his cock. That's what did Jisung in. He immediately moaned out, gripping your hips and pulling you close to his, cumming inside of you, making sure to ride out both orgasms.

He had never been more thankful you were on birth control.

Soon after, he pulled out of you, keeping your hips supported as you still shook. He let the sweatshirt go, reaching over for a rag, only to hear your shuddering breath. He looked to you, laughing a bit.

"You okay, my baby?" Jisung asked, watching you nod.

"Y-Yeah, just...just calming down." You replied, Jisung just smiling as he turned you around, helping you back onto the counter. He quickly wiped himself off, putting his limp cock back into his sweats before going up to you and kissing your cheek a few times, making you smile.

"You were amazing, baby. God, I love you so much." Jisung told you, pecking your lips as he began to wipe off your lower region. He always did this after sex, making sure to take care of you and treat you like a queen. It was the least he could do, after all.

"I love you too, Sungie." You said, smiling as he finished up, setting the rag aside. Then, he came close to you and hugged you again, making you feel warm inside. You loved how clingy he was afterwards, always cuddling or hugging you, giving you plenty of kisses and other acts of affection.

"Want me to bring you to the couch? I can heat up the Fried Rice and join you, and we can watch whatever you want." Jisung said, kissing the marks he had made earlier that morning. You could only smile, nodding at his offer.

"Sounds perfect."

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[fitgothgirl]

Woke up at about 5:30am again today, even without my Wellbutrin yesterday, and on top of a good workout yesterday too. I didn't take extra trazodone but I still took the normal amount, and the only reason I even started taking that was because of the Wellbutrin insomnia. Ugh, I'm at a loss. I did manage to fall back into a light sleep from maybe 8:00-10:00am or something. I'd be more worried if I hadn't just had a huge panel of blood work done to check if I was entering perimenopause because of the night sweats around my period, so it looked at the usual CBC plus a ton of hormones. Everything was totally normal and no perimenopause either.

Yesterday's food & stats:

Blueberry Nature Valley Muffin Bar Apple String cheese Smartfood White Cheddar Popcorn Welch's Fruit Snacks (2 pouches) Chocolate Chip Nature Valley Muffin Bar Strawberry Chobani Greek Yogurt Leftover Barilla Protein+ Penne Pasta w/ Mezzetta Three Cheese Sauce Salted Caramel Built Bar Chocolate Muscle Milk Protein Shake Strawberry Mikawaya Mochi Ice Cream (2)

Calories: 1,750 Deficit: 585 Water: 68oz Protein: 87g Fiber: 33g Steps: 11,824

Day off today, and I don't work until 3:30pm tomorrow, so that's nice. Need to finally put away my laundry before it gets out of control with me just rummaging through my basket everyday and throwing dirty clothes in the corner lol. Going to make sure I still get my 10k steps today since I don't have a shift, and I'd really like to get in some yoga too; I've been craving more mobility/flexibility stuff for a while. I know my gym has a class tonight, or I could just do it at home. I do enjoy being immersed in a class though and it'd be like 45-50 minutes too, which I probably wouldn't do at home lol.

First going to plan out my food for the day - I'd like to be more proactive about that so I can break 100g of protein and just generally have more oversight and purpose with my intake. I'd love to meal plan and meal prep for multiple days at a time, but that's always been a struggle for me, so I'll start small with one day at a time.

It's storming so much right now, including hail which we only get once or twice a year. I'll have to post a video later! Heard thunder too but haven't seen the lightning yet. We don't get much of that here either. (Apparently coastal California is one of the areas with the least amount of lightning on the planet!)