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I Want To

Summary: You’ve been dating Sukuna for three months since you met at Gojo’s party. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you. He’s a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he is patient. He’s patient with his younger brothers and patient when it comes to you being a virgin. But when you say, “Fuck me.” As an expression, he groans and whispers, “I want to.” Little does he know, you want it too.

Pairing: (Modern) Ryomen Sukuna X FAB!Reader

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, language, first time.

Word Count: 3,377

A/N: I hadn't touched on Modern Sukuna in a while. So this kind of just came together! 💚

Previous Parts: Part One Part Two

Sukuna was on top of you, his hands gripping your sides as he pressed you into the couch. Lips moved fervently against each other as he growled against your lips. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down on it as hard as he could without drawing blood. The sharp inhale of breath that sounded from you had his cock throbbing so hard inside his pants it was painful.

It had been three months since he met you in a closet at Gojo’s house party. The initial encounter was awkward at first but quickly turned into a messy make-out session. When the doors flung open, all of your mutual friends screamed and cat-called as you found you pinned against the wall, his hand fisted in your hair, while his lips were smeared with lipstick.

That was the beginning of your relationship.

You met the brothers he had custody over. He would bring you coffee at the doctor’s office you worked at. All your co-workers stole glances as he kissed you in the lobby. Things were so naturally organic between you both.

They started spicy, his tongue in your mouth while you dug your nails into his back in a closet. But the boiling lust turned to a simmer for weeks, especially when you told Sukuna you were a virgin. He was willing to wait for you. Whenever you were ready, so would he.

Things usually ended up like this. Him on top of you, you on top of him, making out like horny teenagers. Hands feeling each other up while whimpers and growls filled the living room. Tonight, you looked ravishing. Tight-fitted jeans and a black top with cherries embroidered in it, and fuck, they hugged the fantastic curves of your body perfectly. Of course, things would get hot and heavy when you looked this good.

“Ah~ mhm~ fuck.” You gasped out as Sukuna pulled away, watching his hands squeeze and grope your tits. “K-Kuna~”

“Your tits are fucking perfect.”

You watched his hands groping and squeezing you, thumbs brushing over your clothed nipples. Your pussy clenched and throbbed, your arousal seeping out of you, soaking your panties. Sukuna drove you crazy. His kisses, the way his hands so lovingly caressed and made you.

“Oooh god,” You whined as he kissed your neck, gently rocking his hips against the couch. “F-fuck me.” You cried out, throwing your head back.

“God, I want to.”

The room felt stuffy as Sukuna pulled back, the seriousness of his words hitting him in the gut. You opened your mouth to speak back, and he quickly pulled off of you, plopping back into his seat. His eyes focused solely on you.

“Sorry.” He breathed out, covering the growing tent in his pants with a throw pillow.

God, he was so patient. He wanted things to escalate, but he wouldn't push you. He wasn't like other guys you had dated. The ones always trying to make you, attempting to take things further. They were the same guys who would get pissy, and when you’d tell them to stop. Sukuna always stopped himself. He never once tried to take things further.

He was the one. There were no ifs,ands, or buts; Sukuna was the person you wanted to be with. You wanted to have sex with him. But that meant you'd have to be the one to make the first move.

Without hesitation, you followed him, grabbing the pillow and tossing it to the side. Sukuna inhaled sharply as you straddled his hips, gently rocking against him. His large hands hovered just about your hips, not touching you but tempted to do so.

“I want to, too,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him deeply. “Kuna~ I’m ready.”

Your confession had Sumuna’s hands gripping your hips in a flash. His lips pressed against yours. “Are—” Kiss. “you—” Kiss. “sure?” His last kiss was deep, his tongue grazing yours as you rocked your hips slowly back and forth.

“Ah~ yes~ fuck yes.” you cried ou his cock throbbed inside his shorts. “I need you~ I want you inside of me.”

Sukuna held your hips before he stood up, his lips frantically moved against yours as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down on the mattress, crawling on top of you, his hands caging you underneath him. Having him on top of you was nothing new. You both had made out like this countless times before. But knowing that this time was going to lead to sex, it had your pussy throbbing as he slid his hands underneath that pretty black blouse with cherries on it. The same blouse he'd been wanting to rip off you all night.

“A-Ahnn.” you softly cried out as he pulled the top off, dropping it to the ground.”Sukuna~” His hands groped your breasts, squeezing them gently in his hands.

“Your tits are so cute,” he whispered as he slid his hands under your bra. “They're the perfect size.”

You tilted your head forward, watching as he slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb around your nipples in slow, tantalizing circles. Your body twitches as your nipples grow harder underneath his thumb. The feeling of them erecting underneath his touch had Sukuna growling, his hands reaching around, unclasping her bra with one skilled hand.

With the flimsy fabric out of the way, Sukuna took in your bare torsos, admiring how lovely you looked sprawled out underneath him. Your skin has a certain glow to it; whether it was because of the low bedroom lighting or the arousal, he wasn't sure. The one thing he was sure about was that you were the most gorgeous woman in the entire world.

���Beautiful.” He whispered, leaning down, trailed kissed over your shoulders. “Stunning.” down past your collarbone. “And delicious,” Sukuna growled before taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Your back arched, trying to feel more of him against you. Your skin was aching for his touch as if he was the remedy to the burning sensation spreading over it. His tongue swirled and flicked over your sensitive bud, and his crimson eyes were locked on you. They watched, taking notes on your reactions, your subtle jerks, and what made you moan louder. When you gasped or whined louder, he made sure to do the same thing, over and over again, until you were a withering mess under him.

“More.” You pleaded, hips rocking up for the same loving treatment his mouth provided. “Please, Sukuna~ please~”

He pulled off your nipple with a —pop! One of his hands slid between your legs, rubbing circles against your inner thigh. He nipped and kissed your breasts as his hand moved further up, rubbing your pussy gently through your pants.

“You need more here?”

“Y-Yes! Please, fuck, wanna feel you inside~!”

“Inside?” He's running his flattened tongue over your other nipple. “Okay~ I’ll prep you for my cock. How does that sound?”

To feel his fingers deep inside of you was just what you needed.”P-Please!” Your needy little whines had him chuckling as he slipped his hand under your shorts and panties. “A-Ah~ Fu—fuuuck!” Thick fingers rub circles around your clit, teasing the little bud before he dips his hand further back.

“Nnng.” You're wet, so goddamn wet, it makes his cock hurt. “Mmmphm.” To anyone else? He would look angry. Eyebrows pinched together as he dips his fingers further back, rubbing them teasingly around your entrance. But you know he's just feral; he wants you so bad, to fuck you into the mattress, to make you cum. But at the same time, he doesn't want to hurt you.

There would be plenty of times to fuck you like he hated you in the future. Right now, at this moment in time, it was all about taking care of you. Making sure your first time was the best anyone could wish for.

“Ah~ ah~ hah!” But you were making it hard to hold back with those desperate mewls leaving your pretty lips.

“Goddamn.” He cursed, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “You're making it hard for me to hold back.” His finger dips between your folds, sliding from your entrance up to your hard clit, spreading your arousal all over.

The tiniest of moans rises in your throat. “I-I don't want you holding back.” Sukuna’s fingers freeze mid-stroke, crimson eyes widening.

“You don't?”

“No, Kuna, you've fingered me and stretched me out more times than I can count. I think I can handle your co—Oooh god!” Your words are bitten off as he shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt. “O-Oh fuck!” Your desperate sobs make Suluna finger fuck you faster, causing your hands to fist at the sheets.

“You can barely handle two fingers.” Your boyfriend draws out, his fingers rubbing expertly over your gummy walls. “What makes you think you're anywhere close to taking my cock, huh?”

“I-I can ha-hah—” your head tilts back, “handle more!”

“Oh really?” In mid-thrust, as he's pulling out, he adds a third finger, sending you nearly over the edge just from the stretch. “Heh,” he lets out a husky laugh, “only three fingers in, and you're twitching. You dirty little girl~ are you seriously going to cum from this?” His finger curled, rubbing your spongy spot.

“Nngh!” your legs try to clamp down around him, but Sukuna forces them to stay open with his legs. “K-Kuna~ Kuna~!”

“Looks like I was right—” he pulls back, “you gonna cum, gonna squirt all in your shorts? Gonna make a fucking mess in them, seeing that I haven't taken them off of you yet.” His cock throbs painfully hard. “Well, go on then. Cum~ soak these shorts like the dirty little slut you are.”

His fingers press into your g-spot, and you're a goner. You squirt, your cum soaking his hand, your panties, and your shorts. It runs down your thighs as your legs shake, and drawn-out cries of pleasure have Sukuna’s eyes glued to your face. He watches you come down, fingers fixating the sheets, as his fingers work you down. Watching you cum so hard nearly had him cumming in his pants.

He pulls his fingers out when you release your grip on the sheets. Your whole body is relaxed as you sit up, staring into those crimson eyes you lost you’d lost yourself in three months before. His chest rises and falls, and he’s gripping the fabric of his gray sweats. You know he's trying to contain himself. He doesn't want to hurt you; he wants this to be perfect.

But it had been perfect; these last three months had been the best months of your entire life.

You grabbed his shirt, tugging it over his head; your fingers trailed over the black ink that ran over his shoulders and down his chest. His pectoral twitched as you traced the intricate designs before you moved lower and lower, your hands pulled at the drawstring of his sweat. His breathing was heavier, moving from rasps to low growls deep in his chest. You knew he was close to losing his grip on himself; he just needed another push.

Lifting your ass, you tugged your soaked shorts and panties off, throwing them at his chest. “Well?” You tried to sound confident and relaxed, but your voice came out shakier than intended. “ Are you going to fuck me?” You could see the outline of his cock twitch in his sweats as you pulled a condom out of your nightstand. “Or not?” you tore the condom open with your teeth, and Sukuna lost all the control he had.

His hands grab your face, kissing you as he pins you underneath him. You kiss him back, moaning as his hands leave your face, moving to pull his cock out before snatching the condom from your hands. You could have giggled at his antics; he acted like an excited man-child, but no giggles left you as you focused on his eyes.

They were dark, full of primal lust as he rolled the condom over his thick long cock. He was excited; no, he was driven by pure need. The raw need to fuck you, to be deep inside of you, and that had you panting along with him.

“You want me to fuck you?” his voice was so hoarse and deep as he shoved you down against the bed. “This is what you want?”

“Y-Yes Sukuna~ god yes!”

He spreads your legs, rubbing his cock against your clit. “Okay,” Sukuna whispered, “it might sting a little, but you tell me if you need a minute. Understand?” the second you nodded in agreement, he was gently prodding at your entrance before he started pushing in.

You gently grip his arms, shutting your eyes tight. There's a sharp, stinging pain that makes you wince. You tighten up, making Sukuna grunt softly, his hips pausing. You’re so tight and warm around him, so damn tight he might blow his load before he even really gets to fuck you.

“Fuck, y-you gotta relax.” Sukna grits out, head tilting forward as he concentrates on his breathing. “If you don't, I'm not gonna’ last.”

Hearing him say that was both a confidence boost and a bit worrisome. You were over the moon, knowing that he felt good! But you didn't want this to end yet. So you nodded, biting down on your lip as you relaxed. Sukuna could feel your walls loosen up just a bit, giving him the chance to push further inside.

“Haah!” you gasped out as his hips pressed against yours, his cock buried fully inside of you. “Ahh fuck.” your nails dug into his skin, your pussy twitching, trying to adjust yourself to the new feeling.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a second passed.

“Mhmm,” you breathed through your nose, “I feel so full.”

Sukuna leaned down, kissing and nipping at your neck. “Yeah?” He dragged his tongue up your neck. His teeth grazed your earlobe as he breathed deeply. “Do you like feeling like that? You like being full of my cock?” The dirty words made you twitch.

“H-Huh?!”

“I asked if you like my cock being inside of you.” he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. “You were being so vulgar earlier, figured you like this shit.” your boyfriend set a steady pace, gently pulling out and thrusting back into you. “So I'll ask you again, do you like my cock being inside your pussy? Is it everything you dreamed about?” his cock pressed deep inside, hitting your cervix. “Or is it better than you imagined~?”

“I-I like it!” Sukuna smirked, pulling back to look at your face. Your cheeks were burning a darker shade; your eyes were hazy with pleasure. “I-I like it a lot, Kuna~!”

“Good~ I want you to feel good~ I want this to be everything you wanted~”

In truth, it was better than you ever dreamed of. So many of your girlfriends told you sex hurt the first time. So you had been hesitant, especially with the mere size of your boyfriend's cock. You had assumed it would hurt, maybe even hurt worse.

Your irrational fears were precisely what they were: irrational. Sukuna made sure you were ready, prepped, and wet enough. Aside from the sharp stinging sensation, you felt no other pain, nothing but pleasure, the pleasure that had your arms wrapping around Sukuna's neck, pulling him down to kiss you fervently. You felt nothing but overwhelming pleasure as his thick cock plunged in and out of you, stretching you, pleasuring you.

Sukuna groaned, his tongue sliding into your mouth, swirling it around yours. The taste of chocolate and popcorn from your movie night lingered on your tongue. The sweetness of your kiss and the erotic sounds that swelled in your chest had him moving faster. He swallowed your whines and savored the stinging pain from scratches you left down his back. It left him craving more to make your first time so unbelievably good.

But he didn't want to hurt you. So he kept the same languid thrusts. His cock slammed into you as you cried out underneath him. Sukuna was willing to keep up the pace and be as gentle as possible. But the second you wrapped your legs around his waist, being gentle was a lost cause.

“Fuck me~ fuuuck ne~” Your needy demands had his eyes shut tight, self-control slipping. “Sukuna~ fuck me~!”

Hearing you call his name like that, with his cock buried deep in your pussy was his final straw. He grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress, before he began fucking into you mercilessly. Screaming at the top of your lungs, you dug your nails into his toned back, dragging them down his skin. The pain felt good; you felt good!

“You’re such a good fuckin’ girl~ taking my cock like a professional when you're just a virgin~” his lips trailed kisses over your jaw. “You’re getting tighter; ya’ gonna cum soon~? Gonna cum all of my cock for the first time tonight~?”

“Y-Yes!” the broken whimper in your throat had Sukuna laughing against your skin. His hot breath only makes you wetter.

“Then why don't you be a good girl and cum on my cock~” One of his hands released your hip, sliding between you in search of your clit. But just before he could touch you, you were screaming.

“G-Gonna cum~ gonna cum~! Don't stop! Kuna~! Please! Pleeease!”

His eyes widened slightly before darkening with prideful smugness. “Oh fuck~ you're gonna cum from me just fucking you?”

“Y-Yeah! Don't stop!”

His hand returned to your hip. “Then do it, little slut~ do it~ cum all over my thick cock~” Knowing he was going to make you cum from just his cock had him sprinting toward the edge of his orgasm

“C-Cum—” you squealed as the head of his cock jammed into your sweet spot. “Oooooh! Haaah!” you screamed, toes curling, head thrashing, body shaking as your cunt squeezed around Sukuna’s cock.

“Shit~ shit, so good~! So fucking tight!”

Your boyfriend grunted before kissing up deeply fucking roughly into your still pulsating pussy. He moaned and growled into your mouth as you tried your best to keep up with him as he fucked into you like he was a wild animal. He shuddered, feeling his cum fill the condom.

“Hah—ha—-ahh.” you collapse against the bed, Sukuna following you, trying not to crush you under his weight. “Wow.”

Sukuna snorted against the crook of your neck. “Wow?” he lifted his head, smirking at you. “What did I fuck the words out of you?”

“No, you didn't, I just—” You pushed his pink tufts of hair back. “I always imagined this, ya know,” your nails gently scratched at his scalp, winning a satisfied groan from him. “I couldn't imagine it going any better than that.”

“Mm, “ he hummed, “are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“Honestly?”

The hesitation in your tone had Sukuna sitting up, his eyes roaming over you. “Where does it hurt?” You gently grabbed his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“I’m feeling amazing. But if I'm being honest, I wanna go again?” The shyness in your voice was all Sukuna needed to hear to relax. His cock twitching back to life at your needy confessions

“Wanna go again?” Sukuna pulled out of you, taking off the full condom before typing it up, tossing it into the small trash can in the corner of the room. Without a flaw, Sukuna grabbed another condom out of your nightstand, ripping it open with his teeth. “We'll go again.” In a flash, he had you flipped, face pressed into the pillows. “But this time, I won't be holding back~”

“Good!” turning your head to the side, you shook your ass teasingly against him. “I don't want you holding back.”

Sukuna laughed out loud, his hand fisting your hair, tugging it hand, forcing you into an arch. “Remember you said those exact words when you're crying fat tears into your pillow.” You bit your lip with a grin; this would be a long and fun night.

[beautifulfuckup99]

A Yoongi smut where he is very cold and rude but head over heels for her

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Title: Only for you

Warning(s): Classic "Black cat/Golden Retriever" Energy, Curs!ng, D!rty Talk, Bathroom S!x, Creamp!e, Oral, and Fluff

Author's Note: "Hates everyone but you" trope is my absolute FAV! Hope you enjoy, and also this is a "Non-Idol!AU"!

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"No."

"Yoongi-"

"No. No!"

"Baby, please! It's just-"

"No, no, no! Nope! Nah! No!"

You sigh deeply and move to straddle your boyfriend's lap as he shakes his head continuously. "Y/N. Don't." He warns and you smirk at him, knowing you'd get your way eventually. It was cute how he always tried to 'put his foot down' though.

"Baby... Focus on the set." You say calmly as you place his hands on your new lingerie set you'd gone out to buy just today. You knew you'd need the big guns for tonight. Black silk barely covered your body that was freshly washed, shaved, and lathered in vanilla lotion.

"Y/N, that's not fair!" He argues as he grips the fabric of your boy shorts in his hands.

"It's a night out, to a nice lounge, to celebrate my co-worker's birthday." You justify. Yoongi had no real desire to always go out and party. If he was forced into it, he'd have to get drunk. That's how he became more sociable and friendly. But other than that, he didn't have the patience for a night out. Or a day out. Or... Well, if it involved other people, let's just say Yoongi wasn't interested.

You knew getting him out would be hard. Especially right now. He couldn't drink thanks to his pain medication the doctors just put him on due to the cold air hurting his prier shoulder injury. You knew tonight, he'd have no real vice to hold on to. Besides you, that is.

"Can't we just... Wish her happy birthday over the phone? I mean, YOU don't even like her!" Yoongi mutters and you snort, moving to kiss along your boyfriend's neck.

"Y/N... I'm serious..." He grumbles as you lay him back, smiling at him innocently. "Don't 'sex brain' me. I'm not going." He says flatly and you hum as you kiss down his body slowly.

"Sex brain?! I'd do..." *kiss* "No..." *kiss* "Such..." *kiss* "Thing..." You mutter between kisses as you get to the waistband of his sweats.

"It's all cold out there, and the snow is mushy, and the lounge is gonna be packed, and I don't even li... Like... Oh..." Yoongi breathes out as you start to softly kiss the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.

"Go ahead, baby. You can complain..." You whisper patiently before rubbing the slowly swelling outline.

"Fuck..." He breathes out and groans. "Y/N, that's not... Fair." He huffs as you slowly pull out his cock and kiss the tip sweetly, as if greeting the thick member. It was your best friend after all...

"We'll give it a few hours, and then we'll say our goodbyes and head out." You say gently as you stroke your hand slowly up and down his shaft.

"I hate your coworkers..." He groans and you smirk at that. Yoongi wasn't judgmental by any means. But your fellow coworkers... They really didn't like his style, or his job, or his opinions and viewpoints... Actually, they didn't like Yoongi in general. You two really were from different worlds and you knew the world you came from was full of stuck-up rich people who only ever saw Yoongi for where he came from.

"Just think about it like this..." You begin before softly licking up his cock, watching the tip twitch. "You get to see that new red dress on me tonight, if you just agree to come." You mumble before swirling your tongue along the tip as he moans.

"Fuck, Y/N..." He moans as his hips buck up slightly, trying to feel your mouth more. It makes you moan around his tip, which in turn, makes him gasp happily. "O-Ok, ok. Just... Suck my cock, baby..." He pants, needing this. You smile and move your hand upwards along his cock, doing a twisting motion.

"And you'll try and be nice...?" You taunt, watching in amusement as he nods fast.

"Ye... Yes!" He pants hotly, hand moving to grip your hair. You smirk and get right to work...

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"You said you'd be nice." You hiss in Yoongi's ear. He grumbles a bit in response, and you snort at the sound. "I agreed to try." He corrects in your ear, and you snicker before going back to the conversation the table was having about this week and the bad weather.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" A male coworker jokingly asks.

"Oh, you know Y/N is Yoongi's little mouthpiece." Another jokes and Yoongi stares them down till they stop their laughing. You facepalm slightly. He always had this dark, icy glare. Like a shark...

"So, uh... Yoongi," Another coworker speaks up, eyeing his leather jacket with a fake smile on her face as if she wasn't judging his outfit right now. "How's your little... Business going?" She asks with a soft laugh. Yoongi scrunches his nose at the question, eyeing her in an annoyed fashion.

"Oh, things are going great! Just had a deal close the other day, he's doing great things." You say fast in order to clear up the tension before Yoongi really comes out of his mouth with an attitude. You were actually surprised he hasn't already.

"God, do you ever talk?" Another coworker tries joking and Yoongi finally speaks up.

"Do you ever shut up? You should try it sometime, maybe it'll help lessen my headache." He says bluntly and then fake laughs. You cover your mouth as to not laugh at the shocked look on your coworker's face.

"Please, excuse us!" You say fast and get up, grabbing Yoongi and dragging him off with you. You lead him towards the bathroom and playfully hit his arm.

"I said be nice!" You say and he hums as he eyes you.

"You said try." He defends and you rub your face tiredly before you feel your boyfriend pull you into his arms. You playfully grumble and let him kiss the side of your face and down your neck lightly.

"You're such a pain..." You mutter and pull back to eye your boyfriend. He looked absolutely delicious tonight. "How the hell can I get you to behave?" You whisper and he eyes you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I can make a suggestion..." He says and you hum.

"Reading your mind as we speak..." You tease and pull at his arm, dragging him off to the ladies bathroom.

The second you realize the coast is clear, Yoongi's already grabbing you and pulling you to the sinks. You laugh at his eagerness. "No way you're still horny..." You mutter against his lips as he kisses you hungrily.

"Blame it on this fucking dress." He grumbles and you snicker proudly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"We're gonna have to hurry. Can't keep 'em waiting forever." You whisper.

"Fuck them..." Yoongi mutters with a snort before focusing on your neck. You shut your eyes and hum in enjoyment till you feel him bite your neck.

"Yoongi! No hickeys!" You pant.

"What? Don't want them knowing what we snuck off to do? Hm? Too bad. I want all those stuck-up assholes to know their fancy titles and big watches mean shit. Because you'd still rather fuck me." He smirks and his proud smirk makes you laugh.

"Oh? Makes you feel like you won the big dick having contest?" You joke and he presses against you.

"I don't know. You tell me..." He whispers cockily and you playfully mush his face.

"Don't talk my ear off. Hurry up." You giggle and grab the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours, kissing him deeply and passionately. He kisses back with the same heat. His hands reach under your dress for your underwear, and you shiver at the coldness of his hands.

"Wanna warm them up?" He whispers against your lips before sliding his fingers along your inner thighs.

"Fuck..." You gasp softly and your head goes back against the mirror as he slides two fingers between your folds. "Mm... Yoongi..." You gasp and he bites your collarbone as he strokes your clit.

"Please. I need it..." You pant out as if suffocated by your own desire. He pulls his fingers away and sucks them clean, much to your bashful delight. You're quick to undo his belt and the second his cock is free; your legs are spreading.

"Ha. I've trained you well..." He jokes and kisses you deeply as your legs tug him by the hips so he can slide into you already. "Fucking eager..." He taunts and slides into you. "Fuck. You were made for me..." He groans happily and you lean back to look at him with soft eyes.

"How romantic..." You tease as he bottoms out inside of you. You moan as your head rolls back.

"So fucking pretty." He whispers as he watches you closely. You grab his face.

"You can be romantic with me after you finish fucking me." You pant as you grab him in need. You core felt on fire.

"Yes, ma'am..." He whispers and gives in to you. He fucks you a bit faster as you yank off his leather jacket to feel more of him. His hands grip your hips tight to hold you in place and your hands grip the sides of the sink so you can hold your legs open. His hands go to the back of your knees to hold your legs up and wide apart.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" You moan out as your head presses against the mirror more.

"Why so loud? Because no one can hear you." He taunts in your ear, and you shiver at the thought.

"Give me more. Please..." You pant. You never knew what you were begging for exactly, but Yoongi somehow gave you what you needed every time. He angels his hips to find your spot as his thumb goes to your clit. "Baby!" You cry out as you grip his arms, always careful of holding him and he was always grateful of that...

He kisses you sloppily and pumps in and out of you, enjoying your own private world for a moment until there's a knock on the bathroom door. You're quick to cover Yoongi's mouth.

"Y-Yes?" You call as calmly as you can.

"Y/N? That you?" One of your male co-workers, Timothy, asks, and Yoongi laughs from behind your hand. You give him a look to stay quiet.

"Y-Yup. Yeah, it's me." You shakily call out cause Yoongi has decided now is a great time to slowly bottom out inside of you, so you feel every inch of him...

Your eyes roll back slightly at the pressure and the feel of his tip pressed firmly against your sweet spot.

"Are you okay in there? Did your little boy toy leave? We're sorry if we made you two fight." Tim says in an innocent tone that you and Yoongi knew wasn't so innocent. You knew Tim had a little workplace crush on you, but you were sure that always talking and showing off Yoongi would one day snap him out of whatever he thought was gonna happen between you two. But there was no realization coming from him anytime soon.

"Oh, no, we're-" You're stopped from your sentence by Yoongi sliding out and the hitting your sweet spot with the right amount of force.

"Perfect!" You call out in pure pleasure before swatting at his arm.

"Are you sure you're okay in there, Y/N?" Tim asks as Yoongi moves to your ear while fucking you hard and fast.

"Yeah, are you okay in here, Y/N?" He whispers in your ear, and you can barely focus on anything other than the bundle of heat in your stomach about to burst.

"Y-Ye... Yes..." You hiss out as you look Yoongi in the eyes with a 'I'm gonna kill you after this' look. It makes him smirk happily.

"Y/N?" Tim asks from the locked bathroom door as Yoongi kisses you hotly.

"Don't stop..." You whine quietly against his lips as he starts rubbing your clit.

"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock..." He nods fast and you tune out Tim effortlessly as you feel it coming.

"Yes!" You gasp and move closer to Yoongi, biting down on the cork of his neck as you cum.

"Fuck..." Yoongi moans quietly and holds you down on your cock so you're milking him. "That's a good girl..." He praises as you moan happily when you feel him fill you up. You grab him and kiss you as Tim starts knocking on the bathroom door relentlessly.

"Ugh. Stay here. I'll get rid of him and then you walk out." You whisper and Yoongi nods, pulling out of you. You wait for the shakiness to pass and, when you can feel your legs again, you get up and fix yourself before walking over to the door. You open it and poke your head out.

"Oh! You're okay. Thank god, cause I was so worried-" Tim is cut off by Yoongi walking over behind you, which makes you facepalm.

"Tim?" Yoongi asks as he makes it obvious that he's now fixing his belt on his pants.

"Uh... Yeah, man?" Tim asks, eyeing you both now wirily.

"You wanna fuck off?" Yoongi asks bluntly with the same casual expression on his face. You keep your face covered, not even wanting to look up at Tim.

"Uh... Yeah, yup, let me... Go back to the table." Tim mutters, a bitter look on his face before he storms off. You snort and turn to Yoongi, swatting at his chest.

"Would it kill you to be nice?" You ask and he pauses as if thinking.

"Mm... It just might. And then what would you do without me?" He plays along with the same smile that's only meant for you. You blush and nudge him lightly.

"Let's go. Before you fight someone else." You chuckle and grab his hand, pulling him off towards the table to get your stuff and run off back home.

[popcornforone]

Handy

A Dave York Fic

Day 17 of Pedrotober (Arm Sling Prompt)

Masterlist

You wait half of Pedrotober for a Dave Fic & you get 2 in 4 days. Thank you all for the love of the first one by the way. Every time I’ve picked up my phone it’s said someone has liked & reblogged it. It really means the world. Also Dave the only one other than Ezra who we might find in an arm sling.

Synopsis:- Daves most recent injury from a mission isn’t one you can resolve, without going to hospital.

Word count:- 1250

Warnings over & above:- oral sex (female receiving) fingering, rule breaking, injury detail, meds, swearing & as always DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Cos he’s a menace & controlling

Thanks as always for the read peoples. Hope you are loving this & thats @norththelemon & @alyssamariag for the prompts.

You’re sat in the emergency room waiting for ages. He hates it when you force him to do this. He’s usually certain you can resolve any medical issue he has. But when his shoulder wouldn’t pop back into its socket at all, you had to get some trained medical help for him. It was easy to explain that he “fell through the fence”, it would match the scars on that side of the fence that you’d badly sorted out as he sat there groaning about his shoulder. Looked like you’d done your wife duty for your husband patching him up. But the shoulder wouldn’t go. So now Dave is getting the best care available. At least it’s not a bullet that you have to explain. No longer are you squeamish, blood & stiches are now at least a monthly occurrence.

Out he step 5 hours later, your bad stitching redone, his arm in a dark blue sling. A few more bruises have come through but other than that, he’s still your menacingly handsome Dave York.

“Tadah” He states & try’s to stretch but winces, clearly still in some pain. “Good as new”

“Well next time baby if you pop your shoulder out we’re coming straight here.” He raises an eyebrow at you & you quickly cover your tracks. “He plays lots of sports, is very active, usually we can pop dislocations back in.” Dave rolls his eyes, clearly you’ve said too much & a doctor tells you both how many meds he should take for the pain & signs him off work for a week. You can see from the look in Daves eyes that he has no intention in taking them & that he will be back in the office tomorrow, maybe not on a mission but planning the next one. You both know you have stronger medication at home, not that Dave will even take that.

As you unlock the front door about an hour later, Dave pushes you inside quickly & shuts the door behind the two of you, pinning you against the wall. Even with his arm in a sling he’s still so powerful. You’ve never complained about being man handled by him, you like the rough.

“I’m a sports guy huh?” He says with a grin. “I play hard… & rough… I’m active?” You gulp, you know the mood he’s in. Your eyes dilated.

“Yes sir” you whimper, your thighs part slightly. “I only pick the best boys on the team to be mine.”

“Thought you wanted a man?” He kicks your legs apart. “A man who still has needs”

“Well good luck with that, doctor said no physical excursion for 10 days minimum” you chuckle & boop his nose, he knows you are right but he still has wickedness in his eyes.

“There are other ways I can get my desire” he said. His crazy possessive eyes never leaving yours, he takes a deep breath & then his lips meet yours. The tongue went in on the first date & sex happened date three. You were married in a year & cutting out his 5th bullet in 18 months. The man’s always been crazy about you, not one to be held back & the way his tongue takes in every cavity as you panties dampening. You’ve always been crazy about Dave too.

“Fuck Dave” you moan as you catch your breath as he starts leaving little love bits on your neck. You spend more time doing make up on your neck that your face, he just loves that little crook to much. He grabs your arm & pulls you into the lounge with the hand that works. He then sighs as he pushes you away before he drops to his knees.

“I need a reward”

“For being brave”

“No for going to hospital” he growls tugging at your jeans. For a man with only one hand he’s still very good at using just that.

“Doctor said no over doing it Dave…”

“Sit on my face!” It’s a firm command as your jeans reach your ankles. He kisses up both of your legs. Your thighs always tremble. He then shuffles back the perches up in the sofa behind him. “That’s not a request sweetheart” he snarls licking his lips. “I want you to walk towards me in just your panties & then stand on the sofa & let me do my magic” you look excitedly back at Dave. It’s rare he lets you receive oral first. You tug on your red panties as he gets comfortable.

“Yes sir, anything for my big brave broad husband”. You do as he requested naked except for the panties. He rubs his thighs as you walk towards him, seeing his erection get ever bigger. You stand on the sofa & he whimpers.

“I can smell how ready you are, for me baby” he says eyes dilated he’s trying not to droll. “Lower baby” you do as he asks & he slips your red panties to the side. His large nose already nuzzling against your clit. You grip the top of the sofa. “Gonna need your body to do some work baby” he says. You know exactly how you want this to feel so you start to rub your clit against his nose & you moan as your entrance feels every couple of moves his flat tongue against him.

“Fuck Dave”

“Yea baby like that, enjoying it” you moan & gasp. “Take that as a yes.” He’s freed his hand from his sling & you go to protest but as he grabs both your thighs & brings you fully down on his face your whine.

“Oooh fuckerty fuck”

“Yea baby” in his tongue slips. It’s not as far as his cock or even his fingers, but you’re fluttering & tense in all of those sensitive places. You love it when he eats you out.

“Dave oh god Dave yes yes yes more” you then wince. Two fingers slip it side you & his tongue is now souly attending your clit. Your hips rocking, the grip on the back of the sofa turning your knuckles white. The rhythm increasing, your moans getting louder. It’s a good thing you dropped the kids off at your parents before taking Dave to hospital.

“Dave im close fuck I’m gonna cum, oh god oh god yes yes yesss fuckkkkk” you can’t hold on when he adds a final finger. Sloppy noises from his thrusting fill the air & you become a quivering wreck as you cum. Dave sighs. He withdraws his sodden fingers & returns his mouth to your sex. His bad arms your carefully take as that had been the one pleasuring you & you suck his fingers cleans. You know that always makes him happy when you clean up the mess.

“Fuck baby” he says as you slowly lower yourself off him & readjust your underwear & sit on the sofa next to him. “Why do you always taste of heaven down there”

“Cos you are the devil & need a taste of sweetness” you cackle before kissing him.

“Who says we are done tonight?” He replies. “Maybe this Angel needs a taste of hell”

“Well let me at least get you into bed first, then I will suck your cock til you can’t cum anymore”

“Is that a challenge?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see if your up for it Dave”

[angellesword]

BAGGAGE | JJK (10)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, cursing, blood, stabbing, loan sharks, OC cusses excessively so watch out.

Pairing: dad! Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

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*****

Present, 2023:

Your tensed shoulders indicated you were still angry after leaving Jungkook's apartment. You knew it would be unwise to meet Jang Min, especially Soobin, in this condition, so you decided to cool down by walking in a park.

According to Yoongi, your therapist, misplaced anger was something you were prone to doing. It was probably triggered when Jisoo encouraged you to vent your hurt to her after what the people in the club had done to you.

Your Jisoo-unnie was less threatening. You could hurt her, but she wouldn't budge. In fact, she'd tell you to hurt her more—this horrifying realization baffled Yoongi, though he had to remain calm, mainly because you seemed to be having a panic attack.

You will never forget that day. It was your third appointment with Dr. Yoongi. Verlaine accompanied you, but he stayed in the other room of the clinic as each session was exclusive for the doctor and patient only. Besides, Verlaine had to look after your nephew.

Soobin was a few months old at this time. It hadn't been long since his mother passed. You were mourning, but your quiet resentment was gnawing at you. You hated that you were grieving your traitor of a sister.

Yoongi tiptoed at first, validating your fury. Unfortunately, you were distraught. You were blind and deaf by any information that did not benefit you.

"She told me they were lonely." You reiterated to your therapist Jisoo's reason; the veins in your neck throbbed painfully. "She might as well just stabbed me in the fucking heart. How could she say that? How could they be so cruel to me!?"

Yoongi sighed softly and stopped writing bullshit in his notebook. Ideals were what the therapist said he liked to write. He would give these 'ideals' to his patients so they could follow them. You thought it was bullshit, mainly because you felt like Yoongi was not on your side.

"You'll be surprised at how lonely people deal with things. Sometimes, they hurt people close to them."

"But why!" You kicked the chair. You were tired of asking these questions—none of them gave you the answer you needed. "Why would they hurt me? What did I ever do to them!?"

"Nothing." Yoongi looked at you, breathing in and out until he coaxed you to do the same. Your chest tightened as you inhaled. "You're not at fault here, but this isn't about you either. It's about them. Decisions are not always made to be justifiable or morally correct. Sometimes, they are simply made. It's a hard pill to swallow, but their choices are for what they want and feel— not for you."

Jisoo and Jungkook didn't have it in them to think about you in their most desperate and vulnerable moment. Lonely people just wanted to escape, and sometimes, they chose the easiest way because their hardening hearts and noisy minds were already challenging to deal with. The night of their betrayal was the easiest time to relieve their pain because Jisoo and Jungkook understood each other. What did you even know about fucked up decisions and sickness when all your life, you had been sailing the smoothest path?

"It's not fair, I agree with you. However, you cannot get better if you're constantly pinning the blame on them. They hurt you; it was their choice. Now, it's up to you if you want to heal or live in misery. But you can reclaim your power. You can decide for yourself—the decision they cannot and did not do for you."

But you shook your head, ears tightly shut.

"I don't care what you say. It's not an excuse to hurt me. Fuck them—and fuck you for defending them and putting the burden on me!" You wanted to slam Yoongi against the wall.

The wall—

Your eyes were wide. On the other side of the wall was Soobin.

"The kid..." You thought, voice grave. "He shouldn't be alive! He's proof of their betrayal to me! My sister chose him instead of chemotherapy! She wanted to die to relieve herself from the guilt of hurting me!"

You stood up, turning to face the door. Yoongi was alarmed. He seized your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

Soobin. Your eyes seemed to say. The kid was an extension of those who had hurt you--

"You're not planning to hurt your nephew, are you?"

You gasped, knees turning weak. You turned your head to look at your therapist, horror painting your face.

"No." You denied it, panicked. "No. No. Please, don't. I didn't mean to."

Yoongi read your mind. He knew your dark thoughts. No.

"Please, Doc. You have to believe me...” You hiccupped. “I...I wasn't thinking straight. I'm not actually going to hurt him. Please. I love Soobin. I am just lonely."

Lonely.

You felt like you were hit by a fast-moving track, dragging your bloody body until your heart stopped.

No. This wasn't how you were supposed to understand Yoongi's point. It was too cruel. 

'It's not about you.' Yoongi's words echoed in your mind. You felt as if someone put a pillow on your face, asphyxiating you.

"Hey, are you okay? Are you--!!" The therapist exclaimed, but you had no idea what happened next. You passed out because of stress. When you woke up, you were already back in your apartment. Verlaine remained by your side, waiting for you to return to your senses.

The first thing you did when you woke up was look for Soobin. You were hysterical, thinking that Yoongi diagnosed you as an insane person and, hence, not fit to care for Soobin. Your therapist had ideals, but he wasn’t mean. Verlaine told you that he and Yoongi made a deal.

"You have to get better and see your therapist regularly. You're too stressed. You can't take care of Soobin in this condition. I'll just stay with you for a while. Is that all right?"

You nodded vigorously. You didn't care what the conditions were. You only wanted Soobin to stay with you, so for years, you diligently took care of your mental health until you were deemed fit to be Soobin's guardian.

You thought you needed time alone before you saw Soobin today. You were afraid you’d had the thought of hurting your neph—son just like before. Jungkook brought out the worst in you, and confronting him today messed up your mind.

You stayed in the park for an hour before returning to your apartment. You flagged down a cab, calling Lee Sung on your way so he could bring Soobin back to your home. You couldn't stay with Jang Min forever. You know your boyfriend was a busy man, too.

Naturally, Soobin and Lee Sung reached your apartment first since Jang Min's home was only a few blocks away from yours. Soobin was already sleeping when you arrived.

"Sleeping again?" Your forehead creased, a frown etched on your lips. However, Lee Sung simply shrugged.

"I told you already. Your son loves boss a lot. He ran around while you were..." Lee Sung paused and eyed you from head to toe. There's a sly smirk on his face. "Out."

You disliked how Lee Sung looked at you but didn't comment. As Jang Min told him everything, Lee Sung probably knew where you went; he was Jang Min’s right hand, after all. In your defense, though, you didn't do anything wrong. Jungkook only pissed you off.

"Then you can go now." You ended the conversation at once. You were almost pushing Lee Sung out of the door. "I'll contact you if I need you. Please look after Jang Min-ssi for a while."

Jang Min had a business trip abroad. You wouldn't see him for weeks or months. You didn't mind, as you and Jang Min had been long-distance for the majority of your relationship. Jang Min frequented in Russia more.

You thought your life was okay as long as Soobin was by your side. Thankfully, Lee Sung didn't disgrace your home by staying too long.

It was still a bit early, yet your energy had been sucked up fully. You picked up Soobin, gently moving his tiny body into your room so you could sleep beside him.

Your son wasn't at risk of bed-sharing with you anymore. You used to be driven by paranoia; you took caring for Soobin seriously, and any danger for a child scared you senseless. It took you long before you started feeding your son solid food for fear of choking. Soobin was well-behaved, though. He listened to your advice to chew his food properly and slowly. (Save for when you had crab spring rolls because Soobin would inhale that food in seconds.)

Like father, like son.

You looked at Soobin's sleeping form. Your heart throbbed painfully in your chest. I love you like my own. Tears welled up in your eyes as you embraced your kid. Don't betray me like your parents did.

*** Jungkook was left in his shit hole of an apartment alone. The loud slam of the door rang in his ears, vibrating straight in his heart. Your retreating figure reminded him of what he couldn't have.

Jungkook mumbled your name pitifully. He knew. He knew he had long lost the right to cling to you. Gone were the days he could claim you with a choker and playfully call you mine.

Jungkook called your name again. His voice held a tremor as he desperately reached out his hand toward the door.

Jungkook felt tears trickling down his cheeks, ignoring his long streak of holding it together. His life had been so fucked up that he didn't dare wish for someone like you to stay with him.

But Jungkook can't. His heart felt as if there was a gaping hole that only you could fill.

“No…” Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. Despite his aching wound, he barged out of his home, running after you.

It didn't matter if you decided to fill the hole in Jungkook's heart with rough sand or a cold mix of asphalt. He wouldn't dare whine at your rough insult or stone-cold face—he would accept anything, but not you leaving.

Your encounter today was like a huge slap in Jungkook's face—how he made everything worse for you. It was a sudden realization. Jungkook wasn't even sure if he would think the same later, but one thing was for sure: Jungkook wanted to catch up to you now.

He did.

Jungkook watched you walk aimlessly at the park. It took you an hour—or maybe more—before you hailed a cab. Jungkook didn't mind, realizing how much he craved looking at you—even from afar.

Afar.

You got inside the cab, which, in just a few seconds, was already far from where Jungkook was.

Jungkook panicked, hand digging into his pants pocket to see if he had money left.

He did not.

Of course, he didn't have anything with him.

Jungkook mumbled your name again. The desperation colored his face once more. He ignored his wounds for the nth time, choosing to chase the cab instead. Unfortunately, Jungkook's speed was no match for a vehicle or a normal human being. But he didn't stop. He ran like a lunatic as his eyes darted on street signs.

"Imperial Gardens," Jungkook murmured as he picked up the speed. "26006..."

Jungkook shook his head violently, feeling the cold air hit his face. No. He memorized your address wrong.

"2200..." He recalled and smacked his head—as if doing so would make him remember.

"R-Royal Heights. Incheon...Ugh." Jungkook's body was still weak. His steps halted to check if his wounds were bleeding. Thankfully, they weren't. It gave Jungkook the dumb idea to continue running, praying to Gods he didn't believe in to make him remember your address right.

The Gods had been terrible to him before, but not this time. It took him a while, but he successfully reached your apartment. It had your surname on a signage plastered on your front door. The place was probably twenty times bigger than Jungkook's rented room, making his hand shake. The confidence he mustered earlier faded in the face of your big home.

She was doing so well. Jungkook licked his lips. What if I just ruin her?

The other part of his brain frowned at him, 'If she's doing well, then why would she come to you?'

For a while, two sides of Jungkook's brain argued. He didn't know where to listen. All he knew was his eyes were heavy and his wounds, despite not bleeding, hurt.

Jungkook blinked. Sweat cascaded his forehead down to his neck. It was hot, and he felt like throwing up.

He gently flopped down the ground, leaning against your massive front door.

It's okay. He told himself despite his clenching heart. It's not okay. He's afraid. He was so scared you would open the door and realize you didn't want him in your life anymore.

It's okay. Jungkook told himself, and the door opened just like in his imagination.

Jungkook heard a gasp, followed by a hand gripping his shoulder.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here? What the fuck—"

It was clearly your voice, but Jungkook was so out of it. He was awake, but he couldn't focus on anything other than his body pain.

"You're sweating." You helped him get to his feet. "What are you—" Then you snickered when you realized what had happened. "You—!! Did you run here!?"

You told me to go to you. Jungkook thought, but he only bit his quivering lip. You gave me a chance.

"Fuck. I don't know what I'm going to do with you!" You cursed, yet you anchored Jungkook's hand into your shoulder, gently guiding him inside your massive home.

You helped Jungkook sit on the couch. Jungkook groaned, eyes clamping shut. He was in too much pain. His wounds had been aggravated. Again.

You shook your head in disappointment as you fished your phone out of your pocket to call for help.

"Hold it." You said before carding your fingers through Jungkook's sweaty hair. "Help will be here in a while—Jungkook? Are you listening?"

Jungkook could only answer with a nod. You let out a breath. This is enough. At least he didn't pass out because of pain.

You were able to book an emergency appointment with a home doctor. He lived around the area, so it didn't take him long to arrive. He examined Jungkook, and contrary to what the nurses said, the doctor said it was okay to stay home as long as the patient didn't strain himself and followed a strict diet schedule.

The doctor cleaned Jungkook's wound and prescribed him medicine (which you immediately had someone deliver.) As usual, you took care of everything while Jungkook slept. He was barely making it while the doctor talked to him.

Doctor Ace had to turn to you instead. "You've listed what should and shouldn't be done with him, right? I trust you can follow it. I'll be back tomorrow to check up on him. For now, just let him rest."

"Thank you, Doc." You listened to some more of the doctor's advice before escorting him out of your home. Afterward, you returned to the living room to look at Jungkook resentfully.

You wanted to hit him, but in the end, you simply sighed and let Jungkook off.

Shitty bastard.

****

Jungkook felt like he was stuck in a nightmare. He felt his whole body ache after exhausting himself to get to you.

It seemed like Jungkook always had to run. Because if he didn't, those people would catch up to him—insistent on making him miserable by first dragging his body to the ground.

"Don't make trouble." Someone would press his face to the floor until he couldn't breathe properly, and then he'd feel that person grabbing his hand, his fingertips caressing Jungkook's wrist. "It'll hurt more if you resist."

It hurt at first— but soon, it only tickled. Jungkook thought the troubling memories would fade over time, yet they still haunt him while he was asleep. The nightmare persisted, making it hard for him to breathe.

The ticklish feeling from before could be felt even now. Jungkook struggled. He shook his head and forced himself to wake up.

It's a nightmare. He reminded himself. The feeling of someone grabbing his wrist and forcing him into something happened years before. It might haunt him in his sleep, but it couldn't—wouldn't hurt him if he woke up.

So he did.

"Nggh—!!" Jungkook jolted awake. The ticklish feeling was gone, yet he felt his body hurt. He blinked and looked at his wound, realizing that his stomach was covered in a bandage.

Right. He had been stabbed.

Jungkook rapidly became aware of his surroundings. He stupidly chased after you and made his barely healed wound worse.

Now he was—

Jungkook looked around.

—He was at your house.

Jungkook bit his lower lip, hands clammy. He was safe. He was at your house. Lee Sung didn't know this place. Those men in his nightmare couldn't reach him here.

It was going to be okay. Jungkook tried to convince himself. Sadly, his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

He grabbed his wrist, trying to steady it, when he felt a wet feeling in his hand.

Jungkook looked at the back of his palm. His eyes shrunk as he studied his hand. Through his peripheral vision, he saw a small figure sitting on the floor beside the couch where he sat.

Jungkook finally focused his gaze on that small figure.

Soobin.

Considering that he was in your house, it shouldn't come as a surprise. Nonetheless, Jungkook still felt as if the air had been robbed from his lungs the second he laid his eyes on the kid.

Soobin was sitting obediently on the floor while holding a paintbrush—this explained the wetness in Jungkook's hand and the ticklish feeling he thought was induced by his nightmare.

As it turned out, Soobin was painting something on the back of Jungkook's hand.

"Heart!" Soobin suddenly spoke and gently grasped Jungkook's hand to point at his painting there.

Jungkook's mouth parted slightly, heart skipping a beat when he felt Soobin's soft hand grazing his skin. Yeah. This is different from the touch of those men before.

Soobin was a harmless child who liked showing off his heart painting, which looked like a simple red-colored circle.

"D'ya like it?" The child asked innocently; his touch remained gentle as he remembered your reminder. You told Soobin not to bother Jungkook and just keep him company.

Usually, you would not impose such a task on a small child, especially on Soobin. However, Jungkook kept his hold on you even when he was asleep. He kept murmuring, ‘Do not leave me,’ so you had no choice but to turn to your son.

You had to cook dinner on the other side of the room while Jungkook slept, and Soobin silently held his hand and painted hearts on it.

There were two hearts. They were horribly painted, but Jungkook smiled—a genuine smile he hadn't made in years.

"Of course, I like it." His large hand moved to ruffle Soobin's hair. They were soft, partly because he was a kid, and the other reason was because you took good care of your son.

"Am happy!" Soobin giggled and attempted to paint another heart on his father's hand. Meanwhile, Jungkook fell into a stupor, his heart faintly aching from the memory that flooded his brain.

Back then, Jungkook excitedly ran toward your apartment. He knocked like usual, excitement whirling at the pit of his stomach as he waited for you to open the door.

You just swung the door open when Jungkook came near you. You two were chest to chest.

"Hey, look! I got these today!" Little Jungkook basically shoved the watercolor and paintbrush into your chest. "They're so cool!"

Your eyes glistened in awe. At this time, you weren't used to speaking to Jungkook yet. You simply allowed Jungkook to pester you. Luckily, you didn't have to force words out of your mouth. Jungkook willingly let you use the paint first.

You were shaking in anticipation, yet you painted a perfect heart shape on your wrist.

"Me too. Let me paint!" Jungkook gently grabbed the brush from your hand, though he didn't let go of your hand. He used it as a canvas and painted a heart on the back of your palm.

"Big," you observed softly, eyes narrowing to see the shape. It didn't look like a heart, just an ugly, drawn red circle.

But Jungkook was overly proud of his painting.

"It is big.” The brunet grinned. “I made it for you. It’s bigger than your heart because it’s my heart. I love you!”

Innocence always suited children. Jungkook was once a child who was never afraid to voice his feelings for you. He liked you. He told you he loved you on the first day you two met. Jungkook used to be simple-minded. He’d promised to hang out with you because he loved you.

But you weren’t children anymore. Heck. Jungkook had a child of his own now. He blinked back to reality to stare at Soobin. The kid was still busy painting hearts; his lips were puckered while his brows furrowed.

It’s my child. Jungkook thought, trying not to have a panic attack. He had heard worse news. This was just a child…

Just a child…

Jungkook’s heart violently trembled.

He had a child.

“You—” Soobin’s arched brows were higher. He let go of the brush upon noticing Jungkook’s weird expression. He was a perceptive child. “Not like Soobin's heart?”

Jungkook’s breathing was ragged, throat and mouth dry. But he knew he had to force himself to look okay. Honestly, he should give himself some credit for being able to pull himself together despite the shocking news that he unwillingly got to know of.

“I like it,” Jungkook smiled. It wasn’t as genuine as the first one. He scratched his throat before patting Soobin’s head. “Where’s your Ma?”

“Oh!” Soobin’s eyes were comically wide. They shone bright at the mention of his mother. Soobin had forgotten all about painting. “Mama!”

The little kid ran. Jungkook was shocked, but he immediately recovered and followed Soobin. He didn’t run, though. He really should stop abusing his body. Soobin didn’t run far. He just went to the kitchen where you cooked.

The food aroma wafted through the room. Jungkook’s stomach grumbled; he focused on the smell before he realized you were looking at him with a creased forehead. You held a spoon in your right hand; your other hand supported Soobin’s weight. Soobin wrapped his arms around your neck, having no intention to let go.

“You’re awake.” You broke the silence, eyeing Jungkook from head to toe. The bastard looked fine. “Did Soobin wake you up?”

“No.” Jungkook shook his head, not sure how to continue the conversation.

“Okay. Sit.” You gestured toward the chair. “I’m almost done. Dinner will be ready soon.” There was a high chair beside the spot Jungkook chose to sit on. It was for Soobin, so you carefully settled your son there.

Jungkook watched the mother-son duo quietly. He was clueless as to how to approach this whole ordeal. He allowed himself to be impulsive, running after you just cause he was scared to see you retreating.

Now, though, he didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like his circumstances had changed. Jungkook’s life was still utterly fucked.

“Have some of these first.” You came near the two boys to offer them some pudding. You were surprised when Soobin and Jungkook both reached for the strawberry-flavored one.

Time seemed to stop. Soobin and Jungkook looked at each other, seeing who’d let go first. Jungkook’s grip on the pudding tightened, making Soobin gasp.

“You two...” You were lost for words.

Jungkook’s instinct told him to grab the pudding tighter, but for once, logic sided with him. He instantly let go of the strawberry pudding when he realized he was competing with a child.

His child.

“Here you go, little one.” Jungkook smiled. He then turned to you; his face was unreadable when he wordlessly accepted the coconut-flavored pudding from your hand.

It made you sigh loudly. Damn Jungkook and Soobin for basically being the same person. They really were…

“Soobin ate all the strawberry-flavored ones. That’s the last one.” You explained, “Make do with that for now. I’ll buy more strawberry flavors next time.”

Next time. Jungkook’s heart swelled. There is a next time. You…You weren’t planning on kicking him out.

“T-Thanks.” Jungkook mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, yet you heard it loud and clear.

“Right.” You went back to preparing dinner. You made a crab soup and added purred vegetables to it. It was a simple meal that Doctor Ace approved. It was good for Soobin, too. Your son liked it so much that he asked for another bowl.

“Crab addict.” You clicked your tongue. Jungkook’s eyes flicked to you, thinking you were referring to him.

“It’s good.” Jungkook ladled another bowl for himself. “I haven’t had this in a long time.” He let himself slip off.

You stopped drinking your soup. You stared seriously at Jungkook. “Why not? Too busy to buy? Or to make one?” You hadn’t seen each other in years. You didn’t know if this bastard learned how to cook.

“No.” Jungkook blew on his soup, still high from the addicting taste that he forgot to lie. “I just couldn’t afford it.”

You weren’t surprised, considering the state of Jungkook’s home. But you couldn’t help your curiosity. You took advantage of Jungkook’s relaxed aura. “Why not? Aren’t you a billionaire? Where’d all your money go?”

“I lost in on—”

You swore you were close to finding out the truth. It was easy to bait Jungkook with food, specifically crab food. But Jungkook wasn’t the naïve boy he used to be. He couldn’t—wouldn’t give in.

The silence was deafening. Jungkook stopped drinking his soup, too.

Your mood soured, but you should have seen it coming. Jungkook would never trust you. How much more pain did you have to go through to realize that?

Jungkook called your name when he noticed your mood plummeted. You wouldn’t look at him anymore.

“Forget it.” You stood up, bringing your bowl with you. You poured its contents into the sink. You took your time washing that one piece of bowl and spoon. Thankfully, Soobin announced he was done with his soup, too.

Jungkook stood up and grabbed Soobin’s bowl before you could reach it. Your hands brushed. You pulled at once, though, not liking the electricity that pricked your skin just by simple skin contact with your former best friend.

Damn it.

“I’ll wash the dishes.”

You didn’t respond. You only carried your son in your arms. You started walking away. There were approximately fifty steps before one could exit the kitchen. You were twenty steps away from Jungkook when you paused.

“Your room is on the first floor. White door. Mine’s the one beside that, black door.” You didn’t look back. “You’re welcome to stay whenever. If you need something, just knock on my door--”

You suddenly stopped talking. Soobin yawned; he kissed your cheek before rubbing his head on your chest.

Your lip caught between your teeth. You exhaled, “—I will answer when you call.”

After that, you walked away. You didn’t have any helpers at home. If you needed anything, you just hired an hourly maid, and if Lee Sung was here, all mundane tasks fell on him. You didn’t like calling him, though. You preferred handling things independently, especially if the matter was about Soobin.

Soobin wasn’t difficult to deal with. You didn’t take long to clean him up and settle him to bed. Soobin liked bedtime stories, so you made up one. It was pretty short, though, as your mood was foul after dealing with Jungkook.

“I love you, mon bébé. Goodnight.”

Soobin’s response was a hum, relishing your soft kiss on his forehead. You watched Soobin sleep for a while before retreating to your room. Your mood did get a little better after a long shower. Honestly, you were confused and still afraid of what happened and what would happen next. Jungkook just showed up at your house, and while you shouldn’t have been surprised (you were the one who gave your address to him), you still were. But that’s the thing about Jungkook. He had always been unpredictable. You wouldn’t even blink if Jungkook left now. It was in his nature to run away, and you were the only one who insisted on things happening.

To talk was what you wanted to do, but Jungkook was evasive. Even if he wasn’t, the situation never seemed to be on your side. There was always an accident whenever you tried to face each other.

You didn’t know how long you could hold on any longer. You sighed and opened the door of your bedside drawer, picking up a framed picture of your departed sister there.

Should I just go back to France? Your hold on the frame was firm. I kept my promise. I told him about Soobin. What else can I do if he doesn’t want—

You couldn’t finish your train of thought. It hurt to think about what Jungkook thought about you and Soobin because after all this time, you still—

Your thoughts were once again interrupted. This time, by a knock on your door. You looked at the baby monitor. Soobin was sleeping soundly in the other room, so…

You swallowed thickly. The person outside your room could only be Jungkook. Your heart skipped a beat; you felt like floating when you opened the door for your former best friend.

As expected, Jungkook was there, hovering awkwardly at the door. His head snapped up to meet your gaze.

“Hi.” It's a classic greeting. You already knew this conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Talking never went well for the both of you.

“What do you want?” Your tone was more tired than biting. The rollercoaster emotion earlier got to you. You wanted to sleep now or maybe talk to your Jisoo-unnie, see if she stopped being a pain in the ass, and her burning spirit in hell would show up and tell you it’s okay to go back to France.

“I want to thank you for dinner and letting me stay here…”

You noticed Jungkook fidgeting. This was new. Jungkook was always teasing you. Now he just looked…embarrassed? And he wasn’t making a move to escape. Was this a miracle?

You didn’t dare rejoice early. The situation was still unpredictable. You needed to wait first.

“Is that all?” So you remained calm. You folded your arms across your chest.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nodded, seemingly unsatisfied. He paused before saying, “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You were halfway through closing the door when Jungkook held the door, stopping you.

"What.”

Jungkook’s lips were pursed into a thin line. You waited for a while. However, you never claimed to be a patient person. You were going to slam the door now. Damn Jungkook and his stupid face.

“One question.”

“What?” You were more confused now. What was this shitty bastard up to!? Did he have a question? If so, why couldn’t he just go straight to the point?

“I don’t want to lie anymore…” Jungkook cleared his throat. He looked you in the eyes. “But I can’t promise to answer all your questions at once. I…”

There was ringing in your ears—as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

" I will try my best to answer one of your questions each day.”

It was your turn to be quiet. You didn’t know what to say. Earlier, you were surprised that Jungkook followed you here, fidgeted around you, and stayed the night willingly. Was there a miracle? Was this a fucking joke? Or were you dreaming?

Jungkook called your name tentatively.

You pinched yourself. Aw. You thought. It was real—this was real.

“Is that okay for you?”

There was a slight buffer in your head, and then you realized Jungkook was enquiring about his proposal—how he was willing to answer your question every day.

It felt too good to be true, but you found yourself agreeing.

“It’s okay.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I’d like that.”

Good. Jungkook thought, but he didn’t say it out loud. He only smiled—a second genuine smile for this day. It felt odd, but not in a bad way. He liked smiling for you and Soobin, he realized.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You mimicked Jungkook.

You looked at each other for a while. No words were exchanged.

The silence lasted for a few minutes.

“I should go to bed.” As usual, it was you who broke it.

“Me too,” Jungkook said, but he made no effort to move. “Good night.”

“Good night,” you said, not moving either. You were looking at each other; no one dared to break eye contact.

“Good night,” Jungkook said again, voice much softer this time.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Good night.” You said at last before slowly shutting the door.

Jungkook made no effort to stop you. He let you close the door; your calm eyes were the last thing he saw.

Jungkook let out a breath. Good night, he said, yet it took him an hour to stand in front of your door before retreating to his temporary room.

Good night, indeed.

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A/N: Will Jungkook stop being an ass? We'll see...we'll see.

What do we think about this chapter? I'm pretty sure there are some typos here, but iamdeadandtired!!! i would probably die if i try to edit this chapter tonight (maybe tomorrow, but gosh i am so busy with work.) i try to update weekly, but :((( next week will be much more hectic for me. work sucks but we live in a capitalistic world...sighs.

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~ Back Pain ~

Includes: back pain, accidents, loving and helpful scenarios.

Characters: Freddy, Bonnie, Chico.

Freddy

You worked in this industry for a long time. You've known the animatronics and know about there past. You get along with everyone but Freddy. He always kept his distance from you. You never knew why but Chico said he was just nervous around you. You didn't put to much thought into it but then u had an accident. Some kids had spilled soda. You walked and slipped right on it. It was embarrassing but dont worry. Chico helped you since he was your best friend.

But after that happened, you cleaned yourself up with a new pair of work clothes and went back to working. You noticed a strong pain below your back. You ignored it, thinking it was just a small little muscle u pulled. But it got worse and worse each day. Chico convinced you to go see a doctor, and once u were there, they said u badly bruised your spine from that fall. Your doctor said to be very careful and to not lift anything heavy or bend down too much. Luckily, it wasn't anything too serious, so u were allowed back to work.

After that, Freddy watched you. How you'd gently have to squat down to pick up things, clean the tables with an unpleasant look on your face. Always such exhaustion in your eyes. He wanted to help you, but his nerves got the best of him. One day, Freddy finally had the courage to leave the stage and help you. Freddy helped clean up. The customers didn't find it odd because they normally move around. But what was odd was seeing him clean up after the customers. You noticed one day when u caught him throwing away stuff in the back. The table you were assigned to clean up and trash you were supposed to sweep and throw out.

" Freddy-? " You spoke. He flinched at the tone of your voice. Turning towards you. He didn't say anything - he was very shy around you. He only tipped his hat and walked away. But you were smart. You understood his doings, and u didn't mind it. Thanks to Freddy, you get to have longer breaks plus less stressful days. You two got to know each other more. You didn't think it was weird how obviously shy he was around you. It felt nice having a friend for a while. Freddy would make you tea or help you close up the restaurant. Or if u were really tired, he would make a bed for you where you could rest. And if u were scared, you'd ask him to stay until u fell asleep.

He never leaves you when you're asleep. He enjoys it. Such relaxation and ease. Freddy had the guts to finally tell you how he felt about you. It was during when u two were cleaning. He was a nervous wreck, stuttering how much he liked you and how gentle you were and how absolutely stunning you were to his eyes.Freddy then gave u a necklace with your initials on it. He then became your lover. You two never stopped spending time with one another after that.

Bonnie

Oh gosh. The one person you don't wanna piss off is Bonnie. Your fluffy bunny is always a protective type. He knows about your situation. You got in a car accident on your way to work. Which was the restaurant. He saw the whole thing. Some guy was on his phone, typical. It traumatized him more than it did for you.

He was going to leave the restaurant just to go see you. But he knew he couldn't since he would bring attention to himself. He had to be patient. Which wasn't his strong suit because you were his mate. It was frustrating, but when he first saw you walk in. All your co-workers welcomed you as well as your boss. He felt so much joy - and jealousy at the same time. He doesn't like u sharing at all. But you were fine. Just had a few issues with your spine, but the doc said you'll be OK to walk a little. Once you told Bonnie, he wouldn't let u do anything without him. Absolutely nothing. And if u tried- you'd hear a low grumble- or

" Dont ya even think about it, toots. "

Bonnie is very handsy during your process. Always massaging you, back, legs, arms, neck. Anything you want. But if he gropes your ass it's because he wanted to. You whine about it, but he knows how much you like it. After a few weeks, you'd lightly work at the pizzeria, but Bonnie mainly helped you clean stuff that needed a cleanse.

Or he would carry you around the pizzeria on his hip. Like if you were a baby. It made you lazy and never wanted to walk ever again. Bonnie would also help crack your back. Which was a big relief to you. Bonnie normally asks to crack your back so your booty would touch him. He has a light obsession with grabbing your ass once a while. Oh yeah, especially if you don't listen, he'll pinch your ass as "punishment."

Chico

Chico is naturally a great cook. He learned by watching other chefs that came around during a few decades. Then leave because of the poor payment or bad treatment at the pizzeria. He thought he would never be able to watch someone cook again. Chico dreamed of trying to teach someone without them being scared.

That’s when you come in.

You were one of the new cooks. U saw an application online for needed cooks. You wanted to become a great chef and to make people happy with your food. But truth be told, you haven’t told anyone about your situation. You had very bad pain in your back and hips. So it’s hard for you to move around without feeling tingles of discomfort. Chico noticed that immediately and wanted to come help you. Of course, when you first saw him, he had a bib wrapped around his waist. You were very confused about how he got there in the kitchen with u in the first place or why he wore an apron. Maybe he wanted to cook?

But Chico was very social and friendly towards you. You loved him around you. When you two got closer, he started to help more. He was never shy around you. But on some days, whenever you would try to add something to a batter or liquids- he would gently hold your hand back, saying.

“ Uhh! Nice try cupcake, but it’s actually this seasoning/ingredient!. ”

The nickname, cupcake. Would always give you butterflies in your tummy. Chico is an unintentional flirt when it comes to you. He can’t help but compliment you on anything. Whether you had a crazy bun on top of your head, braids, or pigtails. Or maybe u forget to brush your hair in the morning. He loves that Tarzan look, short or long hair. Chico admires both.

Chico helps by putting things in the oven for you or since he is much much taller than you ( 6 feet). He would grab anything you needed or help with whatever huge bags of sugar or new products would be delivered to the pizzeria for food/ingredients. You are sometimes our a breathe trying to move around and how hot it gets back in the kitchen. So you let Chico take over and cook. Not one pizza nor plate of food was ever returned back.

It hurts Chico when u gently hunch a bit to rub your back or take slow, deep breaths. I mean- it’s a good opportunity for him to look at your ass- but He tries to look away or help you by resting his hand over your waist to walk. He is surprisingly very fluffy whenever you two are intact. He does this little gesture to your hip, rubbing it gently with hands. It makes your legs feel like jelly. You wish he could always hold you like this.

Months later, you were employed of the month! Thanks to your lovely new boyfriend! How did this happen? Well, Chico lied, saying there was someone outside wanting to talk to you. You waddled out there to see Bonnie. He grinned at you, waving.

“ You don’t mind stayin here with me a while, right? “

You gave a confused looked and gently shook your head no. After a long convo with Bonnie talking about how amazing he is at guitar, you smelt.. pizza? You saw Bonnie nod in approval, and you went back to the kitchen. There was Chico holding a bouquet of your (favorite flowers). You smiled seeing him, but your eyes then landed on a big heart-shaped pizza! It was so romantic, yet u felt so hungry.

“ Eheh.. I know it might be cheesy, cupcake. But I want you in my life forever. You wouldn’t mind sharing that pizza, though, eh? “

You smiled, shaking your head no. Chico walked up to you to give you a big hug! He rubbed your waist with his thumbs just the way you like it. Resting his chin against your shoulder humming.

“ Well.. we can do other stuff if you’re up to it? “

You gently hit his chest as a playful no!

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - DEAN WINCHESTER

warning(s): none? Maybe swearing?

AN: I actually love him sm <33

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Well, besides hunting? Getting food in the middle of the night.

Also him forcing you too watch ‘doctor sexy’

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Best-childhood-friends.

Flirty at that.

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Yes. Either you just lay over him like a blanket or it’s after a hunt.

Sleeping, his head in the crock of your neck, you slowly going over his back and hair, mumbling, reading/watching something in the background.

He’s definitely big in hugs.

Soft and suddel touches are his specialty.

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Jamming out too classic rock in baby is a given of course.

But slow dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or rocking out in the kitchen in the middle of the night is something he’d so do be up for.

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

He definitely doesn't like some of the people you call ‘friends’ (like Crowley, Gabriel, etc) if you call any demon/angel your friends he’d probably doesn't love them.

But Lucifer? Pain in the ass for both of you.

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

Probably over you putting yourself in danger. He takes a while to cool down but after he does it you talk it out.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

You’d be one of the only people he’d trust to actually talk about what makes him sad.

And the way you’d be there for him, telling him everything’s going to be okey and that he’s doing great, he doesn’t need to be ‘Strong’ all the time, he’d be there for you.

Whatever you need, he’ll get for you.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He rarely does because of him being scared you’ll look down on him.

But it’s definitely when your alone, closed of era.

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Hurt? What or who ever hurt you is fucking dead. So fucking dead.

Sick? Baby you as a joke, but of course gets you medicine and food.

Will even cuddle you even if it could get him sick.

“Dean- you’re going to get sick.”

“Mhmm, yeah, but your worth it.”

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Most of the time the jokes on you, but like in a loving way.

He’ll also jokingly flirt. Like a lot.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Sometimes while he hugs you from behind he’ll plant a kiss right on top of your head.

Love (how do they show you they care?)

He’s very touchy, in a calm way.

Definitely voices it, maybe no by saying ‘I love you’ but I’m other ways.

Makes you a mix tape, let’s you pick the music in baby, even MAYBE would let you drive her.

Definitely tells you random facts about classic rock.

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Childhood friends.

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

At motels, if you want too, he’ll let you sleep in his bed with him, gladly cuddling if you let him.

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

I can imagine that there’s a place near Bobby’s that you used to go too sense you were kids, maybe like a cliff with a tree house. Going there whenever you want to be alone.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Very protective.

Definitely understand that you can take care of yourself from monsters but still would take a hit for you, putting himself in danger just so you don’t get hurt.

Again, will beat up anyone who decides to fuck with you.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

Doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking to much, everyone has secrets, especially him, but also doesn’t want to you hiding something massive.

For two reasons:

One, it could way you down and make you sad / not feeling like you could be yourself.

Two, it could be helpful in hunting.

That might sound dark and mean, but maybe if it could help he’d really like two know.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Definitely once got mega black out drunk and just wouldn’t shut up about the most random things.

all from his crushes, fictional or real.

Too how much he loves and cares for you.

And then too really embarrassing moments in his life he has never told anyone.

When he woke up the next morning, very hungover, you had a lot of fun teasing him about it for the next year.

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

Well, it depends on what it is.

You like something? If he sees something that is alike he’ll steal get it for you.

Lgbtq? Same. (He definitely has some internalized homophobia but he could never point that at you.)

Wants to get out of hunting? Don’t forget him, please, but if you could, he’d be so happy for you.

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Tells you it in looks.

As long as you trust him, he trust you.

If you’re unsure about a plan and is a little worried it’ll fuck up, he’ll give you a look of ‘it’s okey, I trust you that this will work’

And when it does work he gives you another one of ‘see? You got it.’

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Tell him how you feel safe and protected around him and he’ll just start to tear up and pull you into a tight hug.

Knowing you feel safe around him is better then anything.

He’d try too get you out of the place that got you down and then ether just talk or listen to music, in baby of course.

If you want to talk, he’ll listen and give advice the best he can.

If you just want to listen to music, even if he’s not into it himself he won’t mention it, singing along.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

I mean, outside hunting? Probably not. No where long at least.

Maybe he’ll take you to a diner or some silly place you’d like to go (like a cat cafe) but not like airplane travel/vacation.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Every time you’re away. Especially on hunts alone. Leaves you messages and if you don’t respond for some days he drives up there himself.

(Yes, a little clingy but he has attachment and abandonment issues okey?)

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

‘Son of a bitch’ is a word you never said before you started hunting with dean. You kind of just picked it up.

Not really relevant, but sharing looks of ‘damn (s)he’s hot’ and ‘huh’ and even ‘what the fuck’.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

You’d see like a pineapple or something and just burst out laughing for the dumbest reason.

Like I’d be that you mispronounced something once and whenever you say the word, he’ll correct you with the wrong way you said it like 20 years ago.

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

He can be so silly when he’s not sad.

Doing wired shit, making stupid childish jokes, talking shit, watching movies, shopping (with stolen credit cards ofc), even going to like painting or pottery, the places where you just make stuff.

[loopspoop]

Hehehe Chapter 2 for Snowmon AU has arrived >:3 I’m putting the poor guy through the wringer!

TW: hypothermia, post drowning symptoms

“Are we there yet?!” Lupin called as he glanced at Jigen, pulling Goemon closer to his chest.

“Stop askin’ every 30 seconds!” Jigen called back, white knuckle gripping the controls.

It had been three hours and Goemon wasn’t improving. He was dry but the shivering hadn’t subsided, it seemed worse actually. His body temperature was low and the energy his body was using to try to stay warm was draining enough to keep him barely conscious at the best of times.

“Can’t this damn thing go any faster?!” Lupin snipped, glancing down when the samurai nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got it full throttle, damnit!” Jigen glanced back, frowning. “How is he?”

“Not great! We need to get him somewhere warmer!” Lupin pulled the blankets closer around their bodies.

Frowning, Lupin checked Goemon over again anxiously. It seemed like they were doing well to stave off frostbite, but the other symptoms made him more nervous as the minutes ticked by. He cringed as the samurais breathing caught again, holding him tightly as Goemon gripped his arm as firmly as he could in his weakened state and doubled over to try cough up more seawater.

“I’m right here, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Lupin’s hands were shaking, he could feel it despite Goemon’s violent shivering.

He was sure Goemon wouldn’t notice how panicked he was in this state, though Lupin was sure that Jigen could hear the stress building in his voice every time he asked the gunman how much longer until Perth. He was worried every time Goemon tried to clear his lungs, every hitched breath making his heart jump in panic. Every pained noise, every grasp at warmth, it made Lupin more and more worried.

“C-Co-old-“ Goemon gasped through rattling breaths, grasping at Lupin as a few stray tears made their way down his face from the effort of trying to breathe.

It broke Lupin’s heart. Goemon’s efforts to try to get even a smidge of warmth into his freezing body by seemingly trying to crawl into Lupin’s skin..and the thief couldn’t do anything more than hold him and try to help him breathe easier. Biting his lip, Lupin wiped the tears from Goemon’s face as tears of his own began to well up. He was so worried that Goemon would slip away before they managed to get to Perth…all of this over some stupid diamond. Why hadn’t he done more to make sure this was safe? Jigen had said it himself…what was keeping any petty thief with a plane from stealing the diamond before they did? What kept anyone from planting a fake with a motion sensing explosive? He didn’t think it through like he should’ve and Goemon was paying for his mistakes.

“Jigen!” Lupin called, voice shaking. They needed to be faster!

“Lupin, I swear, I’m goin’ as fast as I can make the plane go!” Jigen called back, pushing the throttle further anyway in a desperate attempt to get even a bit faster.

“‘S..’k-ka-ay..” Goemon slurred, squeezing Lupin’s arm slightly as he tried to focus on the thief through hazy vision. “‘S…’s..’ka-kay..”

“Goemon..” Lupin held onto him tighter, breath catching as tears ran down his face.

He was still trying to assure him that things were okay…even barely conscious and freezing, Goemon was ever loyal and trying to focus on him and Jigen. Lupin swore to himself, once they got to Perth he was going to show Goemon how much he meant to them.

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“Hurry, hurry, come on!” Lupin urged, carefully letting go of Goemon as he stood.

He cringed at the sound Goemon made when he moved away, the way the shivering picked up with the lack of Lupin’s body heat. But it had to be done. They had to get him to the hideout and warmed up to an acceptable level. Wrapping the blankets around his shaking form, Lupin gathered Goemon into his arms as best as he could before meeting Jigen at the planes door.

“Fuck, Lupin, he needs a doctor.” Jigen frowned, helping the them get to the getaway car they had stashed nearby.

“We can’t just waltz into a hospital, Jigen! Pops will be all over us!” Lupin snapped, sliding into the back as he pulled Goemon close to his chest.

Jigen frowned, choosing to ignore the thief’s tone as he got into the drivers seat and made for the hideout. “Well we can’t just leave him like this either.”

“I know that!” Lupin frowned, chewing his lip as he fixed the blankets around Goemon. “I’ll take care of it!”

The gunman huffed quietly, focusing on the road as he sped up. Lupin brushed the hair from Goemon’s face as he looked at him anxiously. His breathing was still just as slow and rattling as before, making him worry about pneumonia or some other chest infection or even dry drowning. He could do more research at the hideout for treatment options and get into contact with someone who could treat Goemon under the table..they just had to get there first.

Ever thankful for Jigen’s ability to evade traffic at high speeds, Lupin bailed out of the back seat with Goemon as soon as Jigen had stopped outside their hideout. All but breaking the door down, Lupin quickly laid Goemon in the loft bed and covered him up as he removed the damp blankets they had used from the plane and managed to at least get some boxers on him. He knew Goemon preferred more traditional clothing but he had to work with what they had on hand. Heart pounding faster at the sound of pained discomfort coming from the samurai, Lupin quickly grabbed all she spare blankets they had stashed around the hideout and piled them on top of Goemon in a hasty attempt to replace the lost warmth.

“What do you need me to do?” Jigen called from the doorway as he secured the locks. He didn’t need any unwanted visitors trying anything when things were this bad already.

“Shit, uh, check the bookcase for any first aid books while I check the computer!” Lupin called back, going to the desktop computer as he frantically searched online for answers.

Jigen rifled through the books before pulling one off and skimming it. Finding the section he needed, Jigen read it and reread it before hauling ass to the kitchen and grabbing water bottles from the cabinet. Turning on the hot water in the sink, Jigen placed the bottles in to warm them.

Lupin huffed, shutting the computer off as he quickly went back to Goemon. “Find anything, Jigen?!”

“I’ve got it! How is he?!” Jigen called back, checking the water bottles before drying them off.

Lupin frowned, checking on the samurai anxiously. He seemed less shivery with the additional blankets and warm apartment but his breathing was still concerning and he wasn’t super conscious but he seemed a bit better. Making sure Goemon was situated on his side so he wouldn’t choke, Lupin glanced over when Jigen made his way up the stairs with his arms full of water bottles.

“Put these under his under his arms and between his legs. They’ll get his blood warm.” Jigen dumped some on the bed as he carefully got to work putting them against Goemon

Lupin frowned, helping Jigen get the bottles against Goemon. He wanted to warm him up as soon as possible. He was worried about the long term and what would happen to Goemon if he was cold for much longer.

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I'm pretty sure I'm the first to ask this so yay

What do the characters with superpowers/inhuman abilities (The Doctor, Teacher etc.) do if they ever get out of control like, say, if the Teacher's neck somehow starts stretching on it's own or something?

Did an Opinions on Their Powers prompt eons ago. But, for this...

The Maw

Six: She honestly has the hardest time controlling her powers. She doesn't like asking for help, even if that's the best idea. The best thing she can do is literally eat everything in sight the Lady: Rarely loses control, even when things get too stressful. If she ever feels her magic getting funky, she'll probably go to the Granny for help the Granny: With what little power she has left, the Granny knows when she feels off. Her usual recovery is just sleep it off, or watch a few tv shows to chill the Runaway Kid: Freaks the fudge out when he can no longer understand the Nomes. He won't ask anyone for help since everyone thinks his ability is weird, so he's fixing himself on his own. But in the meantime, he's coming up with an alternative way to speak to his Nomies

Pale City

Mono: Believe it or not, Mono doesn't lose control on his powers often. The one power he has the hardest time controlling is the world bending one. He's warped cluttered rooms on accident before and just leaves them there... the Teacher: She takes very good care of herself and her neck. She has to, or else she'll be in pain for days. As soon as she feels a twinge in her neck, she's seeing the Doctor about it the Doctor: Probably the only person that doesn't quite understand his abilities, as he just does stuff. So, when gravity actually works on him, he stares at the ceiling dumbfounded. In a couple of minutes or hours, his powers will work again; and he's still not sure why the Thin Man: Like the Lady, he doesn't lose control ever. There was a time he tried to be more powerful by allowing the Eyes to full assimilate into him. It became too painful, and it was one of the few times he slept to recover

The Nest

the Butler: Loses control as often as he gets a headache, which is frequent. He knows what to do and forces himself to go rest in a cool, dark room the Pretender: While she's still working mastery her abilities, she's learned that her dissipation powers work on organic material. When she sees that she accidentally evaporated a hairbrush or a doll, she runs to the Butler for help. She has a pair of special gloves that nullify her powers, and that's the only thing that works

Extras

the Humpback Girl: Won't know her powers are out of wack until she passes by a mirror. Things either start falling out of them or something tries to grab her. She'll run and hide, since she didn't want these powers in the first place and this is the best she can do the Forked Boy: Thinks it's funny that he keeps multiplying until there's about 100 of him. He's discovered that his clones have a low pain tolerance, so he and his clones brawl it out until there's one left

the Ferryman: It's safe to say that none of the master lose control of their powers often, but have in the past. For the Ferryman, he's accidentally shapeshifted into something he didn't intend because of an illness. Depending on what it is, he'll take cover and rest until he can be his old, yellow, saggy self again the Mirror Man: Doesn't lose control of his powers, per se, but losing control of the Mirror Dimension. He can just feel something slip away from him and he looks into it quickly. After that, he's back to spying on people from the other side the North Wind: Loses control when embarrassed, flustered, or angered; and you DON'T want that to happen. They're too powerful when they're fine. An out of control North Wind is exactly like watching a tornado race across the land, but it's every weather phenomenon at full force

The Nowhere Peeps

Low: Knows his powers don't/stopped working when he runs headfirst into a mirror and nothing happens. Kind of pouts and waits until his powers come back, but doesn't know why they stopped at inconvenient times

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The Importance of Orthopedic Health: Tips for Preventing Injuries

The skeletal system is crucial in health because of the roles it plays in the body. It is necessary for people to have equal value as they age. These include the bones, joints, muscles, and ligaments that give our bodies support and enable movement, walking, and performing activities. For any physical person–be it an athlete, a fitness freak, or a person who sits on a chair all day at work–orthopedic health needs to be taken care of to avoid injuries that hamper movement and bring the quality of life down. Shreyaditya Hospital is now emerging into the position of the Best Orthopaedic Hospital in Jaipur, and we encourage people to go for regular check-ups with our splendid Orthopaedician to maintain a healthy and sound Orthopaedic life throughout the years.

Why Orthopedic Health Matters

The system consists of bones, muscles, tendons, and joints, working together like machine parts. It is bound to wear and tear daily. This natural process, coupled with factors like poor posture, stress, and inadequate diets, leads to musculoskeletal injuries. Some common conditions affecting the skeletal system include breaks and fractures, ligament and tendon strains, and sometimes inflammation of the joint besides joint pain because of arthritis. These conditions, if not well managed, are likely to become complicated, necessitating operations or permanent soreness. If you act in a manner to prevent orthopedic mishaps in the first place, you can avoid a not-so-fun lifestyle of chronic pain.

Shreyaditya Hospital is the Top Orthopaedic Hospital in Jaipur. It provides preventive health check-up services with treatment for orthopedic disorders. We have the best solutions to guarantee our patients get the best and most recent service.

Possible Suggestions to Avoid Orthopedic Injuries

Maintain a Healthy Weight

Obesity is not only painful but also unduly taxing on bones and joints, especially the knee, hip, and spinal columns. It leads to excessive pressure on the joints leading to the early development of rheumatoid arthritis. It could be a powerful force that could effortlessly be discharged by managing one’s we, eating the proper diet, and doing frequent remedial exercises that would assist in maintaining the stable condition of the orthopedic system. If you are doubtful about how to begin, consult an Orthopedic doctor at Shreyaditya Hospital, the Best Orthopaedic Hospital in Jaipur.

Strengthen Your Muscles

Muscles give vital support to individual bones, and joints protect bones from getting sprained or fractured. Other than stretching, one should do exercises for developing the muscles like, squatting, lunging, and lifting weights. They should all be involved concerning major muscle groups and the muscles in the Abuse that support the spine and help to maintain good posture. 

Practice Proper Posture

With the current development, we sit in the wrong postures that exert pressure on our back, neck, and shoulders, developing long-term orthopedic complications. Specifically, body mechanics is applicable whether involving sitting at a desk or lifting weights however large. Equip yourself and your co-workers with ergonomic chairs and desks and get up every hour to stretch and adjust the positions of your muscles. Another contact to address client attraction specifically and guide clients on how to avoid improper posture that strains muscles and bones is Shreyaditya Hospital – an Orthopaedic Hospital in Jaipur.

At Shreyaditya Hospital, our specialized doctors focus on preventing orthopedic problems and treating existing ones. Being the Top Orthopaedic Hospital in Jaipur, we provide complete orthopedic care, covering everything from prevention to treatment and physical therapy. Take care of your orthopedic needs now, and enjoy a future full of movement, strength, and vitality.

Know More about Orthopedic - - Understanding Common Orthopedic Injuries: Causes and Treatments

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Shreyaditya Orthopedic & Super Speciality Hospital delivers expertise care across various specialties to meet all your healthcare needs. For your knee, hip, and joint replacement in Jaipur, choose Shreyaditya Orthopedic Hospital. We offer a specialized Joint Replacement Surgery service led by highly experienced Orthopedic surgeons, assistant surgeons, and a team of physiotherapists. We are just a call away, connect us at +91 8949296371 to problems related to joints, ligaments, etc. Visit us today. Know more about Shreyaditya Orthopedic & Super Speciality Hospital  https://bit.ly/4cLubDD

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5 Facts Men Need to Know About Laser Chest Hair Removal

Hair on the male chest is apparent. Long length and high chest hair density need significant efforts to maintain them. However, removing the chest hair is necessary due to the unfavourable body odour and limitations from wearing the deep neck costume or unbuttoning the shirt. Laser hair removal therapy has replaced traditional shaving and waxing to groom the chest areas. This advanced hair removal method offers freedom from unwanted chest hair with no downtime and pain during the procedure. As a result, laser therapy has become highly in trend. But still many individuals need to be made aware of this procedure. You should go through this blog if you are one of such individuals.

In this blog, we discussed five vital facts about laser chest hair removal. Regarding this, insights have been taken from top-notch experts in laser hair removal in Chhattarpur, Delhi, and other regions. These insights make the blog enriched and trustworthy to consider. So, you are advised to go through this blog carefully.

Laser Chest Hair Removal 

It is an advanced laser treatment for unwanted male chest hair. In this method a mild range of manageable laser lights are used. These lights penetrate the epidermis and target the follicles of unwanted hair. The laser light destroys the targeted hair follicles. As a result, a reduction in hair growth starts. 

Five Facts about Laser Chest Hair Removal 

The top five facts about laser chest hair removal are given below-

Cuts Down on Sweating and Body Odors

If the chest has more density of hair then sweating will be more. Furthermore, body odor from sweat is something nobody likes to wear. Laser chest hair removal removes sweat and body odor from the first session. After that, each consecutive session will gradually remove the hair until it stops growing.

Take Out All Ingrown Hairs

Men with a lot of chest hair usually develop ingrown hairs since they must shave or wax frequently. Since the laser destroys the hair to the point where it will never grow again, the finest laser hair removal procedure completely removes the possibility of ingrown hairs so that you won't experience any long-term adverse effects and will feel much more comfortable with a smooth chest.

Defend Against Skin Rashes

No matter where on your body it is, shaving and waxing might irritate your skin. While there won't be any long-term skin irritation with laser chest hair removal, you might experience discomfort during the procedure and in the immediate aftermath. This is not the same as shaving or waxing, which can cause days' worth of skin irritation.

Multiple Treatment Sessions

For the best results, you'll need at least a couple of laser hair removal treatment sessions spaced several months apart. This is because hair grows in phases, and the procedure is only effective while the hair is actively developing (anagen phase). Even after the first treatment session, you will still see fantastic benefits; however, the full effects will only appear after the completion of recommended treatment sessions.

Treatments Are Almost Painless And Quick

One of the most often asked questions by males is, "Is laser hair removal painful?" Many medical experts use cooling equipment throughout the procedure to reduce pain as much as possible. Nobody wants to schedule a laser hair removal procedure that takes up much of their day. Even on an adult man's chest, most treatments only take a few minutes. 

Conclusion

Laser chest hair removal is an advanced, painless hair reduction procedure. This method offers long-lasting freedom from unwanted chest hair with no downtime and ingrown hair. It eliminates excessive sweat release and body odor, too. To consider this treatment for your chest or any other body part's unwanted hair removal, visit Skination Clinic. It is the best skin clinic in Chhattarpur, Delhi, where Dr. Rajat Gupta, a top-notch laser expert, practices. The doctor is also a co-founder of the clinic. He uses customized laser lights to give one of the most satisfying outcomes. 

Original Source:- https://scoopearth.co/health-2/5-facts-men-need-to-know-about-laser-chest-hair-removal/

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Meet Dr. Brandon Parry who is the primary & co-owner doctor of Central Maui Chiropractic that is a graduate of Central Maui Chiropractic. Chiropractic care is an aggregate method of health care that basis on the treatment, diagnosis, and prevention of musculoskeletal disorders.

It is based on the belief that the body has an innate ability to heal itself and that chiropractic adjustments can help restore proper alignment of the spine and other joints in order to reduce pain, improve mobility, and promote overall health. Chiropractors use a variety of techniques to adjust the spine, including manual manipulation, stretching exercises, and electrical stimulation.

By restoring proper alignment of the spine and joints, chiropractic care can help relieve pain associated with musculoskeletal conditions such as back pain, neck pain, sciatica, headaches/migraines, carpal tunnel syndrome, whiplash injuries from auto accidents or sports injuries.

Additionally it can also help improve posture and flexibility as well as reduce stress levels. Schedule an appointment or Call now (808) 353-6300!

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Home-Made Remedies For Neck Pain

A stiff neck can dismantle your daily routine and stop you from putting your best foot forward. The neck pain in Boulder, CO clinic suggests you some remedies on how to get over it.

Quick Fixes for neck pain relief

1. Stretch out

Stretching out your neck can relieve your neck pain symptoms. But moving your neck vigorously or beyond 10 times for 30 seconds is not advised.

2. Ice and heat therapy

Ice and heat therapy ease neck pain and reduce inflammation. Start with ice wrapped in a plastic bag or in an ice pack. Apply it for 15 minutes after every 3-4 hours.

3. Relaxing Massage

A massage facilitates neck movement and can soothe muscle tension. 

4. Chiropractor

If these methods do not yield results, visit the neck pain in Boulder, CO clinic! The expert doctors will counsel you and have tools that can provide you relief from the pain. They will advise you on exercise routines, nutritional guidance and specific techniques to relieve muscles stress. If this does not work, the neck and back pain clinic in Boulder will try manipulative strategies.

Winding it up

Neck pain could be the origin of high stress. So, whatever the cause, we advise you to visit the neck and back pain clinic in Boulder. We will make treat you and provide individualized treatment that works. Don’t wait much; relieve your pain and restore your life to normal; by scheduling an appointment with Upper Cervical Boulder.

[stay-healthy-org]

Mobility Is Not Just About Stretching

Mobility Is Not Just About Stretching - Moving shouldn’t around hurt, at least not always. If you have what is considered a normal range of motion, you should be able to stand up, squat, walk, bend down, and reach over your head without any real effort or pain—and without having to warm up (LOL, sorry that made me giggle – reminded me of a scene from Zombie Land). Kelly Starrett is a Doctor of Physical Therapy co-author of the best-selling movement book, Becoming a Supple Leopard, and the founder of The Ready State, an online movement coaching service and gym in San Francisco. Starrett emphasizes the importance of movement and mobility to avoid pain and stiffness in the body. He discourages traditional static stretching and being “bendy” and instead prefers to talk about things in terms of mobility and mobilizing. He emphasizes that the body is “robust, tolerant, and anti-fragile,” and that the resting state of the human being is pain-free. However, the body has a “use-it-or-lose-it” policy. For example, if someone sits at a desk for hours each day, their hip flexors, hamstrings, and joints will stiffen, potentially leading to back or knee pain and trouble walking. Starrett explains that if someone doesn’t use their body in specific ways, they can lose the ability to do so. Too much typing or other computer use can impact the entire upper body.

Mobility Is Not Just About Stretching

Starrett breaks down the normal human range of motion into seven basic shapes: four shoulder shapes (arms straight overhead, straight out in front, tucked by the side of your body as if you’re about to do a press up, and by the side of your body with your elbows pulled high), and three hip shapes (a deep squat, a deep lunge, and a deep pistol squat). Every human movement is performed using some combination of these upper and lower body shapes.

Mobility Is Not Just About Stretching

If someone is struggling with everyday movements, these shapes should be considered pointers to the things that need work. If reaching overhead isn’t comfortable, they should spend time working on their shoulders. If they can’t reach down to the floor, they can target their hamstrings. When someone’s lower back or hips feel tight, the best thing they can do is spend ten minutes doing a couch stretch on each leg while watching TV.

This is NOT a couch stretch....

...more like THIS woman stretching while watching TV. Starrett believes that the body should be able to do the things someone wants it to do when they want to do them, whatever they happen to be. People shouldn’t have to warm up for two hours to go to the gym or play with their kids.

Pain Is Information

"Doctor, doctor, it hurts when I do this", Doctor: "Well, STOP doing that!" One of the most important things to know is that the body is fully interconnected. If someone has back pain, the problem might be in their back, but it could also be above or below. The back is a system that’s connected to the hips, so if someone is talking about back pain but not talking about how their hips move, they’re not actually talking about the back, they’re talking about 50% of the system. You remember the old children's song, The hip bone's connected to the back bone The back bone's connected to the neck bone, The neck bone's connected to the head bone, Now shake dem skeleton bones! ANYway.... The same is true for a lot of other problem areas. If someone’s neck is stiff, they also need to look at their shoulders, upper back, and ribs. If they’re having issues when they bend their knee, the problem could be in their calf or thigh muscles. People should not focus on one area but instead work everything around it. Pain is the body’s way of telling someone that something is up. The sensation can come from an injury or physical impairment, but it can also result from tissue stiffness, not moving enough, or sitting weirdly. People shouldn’t be walking around sore every day. Working in an office shouldn’t leave someone hurting. If it does, it’s a sign that they need to address something. They should locate the problem, figure out what system it’s a part of, and find an exercise that will help. People don’t need to leave home and dedicate their lives to yoga to start working on mobility. They can incorporate these movements into their everyday life. Starrett advises to stand up every 20 minutes if someone is sitting for a long period of time. They can do a couch stretch while watching TV. They can squat down when picking something up off the floor. That means simply moving more. “We suggest 10,000 steps as the first level, but some day you’ll only get 6,000 and some days you’ll get 15,000.” Just moving and using your body more, rather than staying seated at a desk or in front of a TV, is enough to mitigate a huge number of problems. If you aren’t getting up and wandering around every so often, start doing it now. Starrett also recommends people mobilize for 10 minutes before bed. This can be as simple as getting down in a deep squat or lying on your back and stretching out, or you can take a more active approach and use a tool like a lacrosse ball or foam roller to work over any areas that are giving you trouble. Your muscles shouldn’t hurt when you press down on them or stretch them out, and you should be able to breathe comfortably while you work on things, Starrett explains. If you’re lying on a foam roller and you’re in agony, stop—you’re doing something wrong.

Find What Works for You

Starrett is a big ole strong guy. He’s a former elite athlete, runs a CrossFit gym, and throws around heavy weights. If you’re a bit of a meathead, like me (I am a Giverik or a Kettlebeller, BIG bells), his approach might work well for you. But if you find Starrett’s stuff a bit too intense, you can also check out Jill Miller’s Tune Up fitness and Sue Hitzmann’s MELT Method. Both are pretty 'mild' and a great way to increase mobility or maintain your current state of good mobility. Or just go your own way entirely. It’s your body—do what works for you. Steve Maxwell, my fitness guru, often expresses that we need to create our own workouts and fitness routines. Not everyone can, or should, do the same thing.

You’re Not Trying to Win

Moving well and without pain isn’t a game you can win. At no point can you just declare victory and say you’re done; that your knee is totally fixed and you’ll be able to hop, skip, and jump into your 90s. Modern life is always going to throw you curve-balls and you’ll need to adapt. “You’ve just got to continue to play better and feel better,” says Starrett. “This is an infinite game.” How you play is up to you. Read the full article

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Headaches: When should you go to a doctor? Colorado Springs

Migraine Specialist Colorado Springs. Are you someone that struggles with headaches or migraines? If so, you're in the right place. https://www.noveraheadachecenter.com/

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The Accident

Spencer Reid x paramedic!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1677

WARNINGS: a lot of dialogue (as always), mentions of a crash, mentions of a hospital, swearing

REQUESTED: no, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: When an accident occurs, Spencer is worried out of his mind not knowing if something bad happened to you.

A/N: finally kinda done with requests, so i can write some of my ideas. this is a crossover between the show's criminal minds and chicago fire, but it’s not very relevant to the story. it’s more leaning against criminal minds (obviously, it's spencer) and it’s not chicago fire anymore cause it’s happening in quantico😂 gif credits to @toyboxboy

The sound of a siren goes off, signalling it’s time to go. You look up, eyes searching for your partner, just as she comes up behind you, tapping your shoulder.

“Ready?” she asks, earning a nod from you. You hop on the passenger's side, your partner sitting down on the driver's seat. The door opens and the two of you are on your way to help the old lady who, according to the dispatch, fell down the stairs. You just hope it’s not too bad.

“So, how’s it going with that agent of yours?” Shay suddenly asks, making you remember she’s one of the nosiest people you know.

“First of all, he’s a doctor. He’s very sensitive when it comes to that,” you laugh, the blonde mirroring your actions. “And it’s going amazing. He’s so sweet, I love it when he rambles about the most random things and even though I don’t know what he’s talking about half the time, it reminds me of home. I really don’t get why people are so annoyed by his facts,” you say, now already starting to ramble.

“Wow, you’re in bad, girl,” she states, a big grin on her face. It’s her thing - she’s happy when she knows people around her are too. And that’s one of the many things you love about her, even though it can hurt her from time to time.

“Don’t I know it,” you sigh, looking out the window, thinking about the genius. You’ve been dating for a couple of months now, almost a year actually, and he’s the best thing that has happened to you. Despite the horrible job he does, the horrors he sees he’s one of the nicest people in the world. He always tries to come home in time to at least kiss you goodnight, and when he’s on a case he never fails to find some time to call you.

“Can you check if we’re close already?” Shay questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hum, looking at the GPS.

“Yes, we should be there in half a minute,” you inform, just as the blonde passes an intersection. The next few things that happen are a complete blur - it all happened so quickly. A truck ran over a red light, crashing into the ambulance. You hear glass shattering, pieces of it falling everywhere. That’s the last thing you feel before darkness overtakes your senses, losing consciousness momentarily.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the brightness. You can hear sirens from every direction, the sound still slightly muffled by the ringing in your ears. And then you feel a hand on your neck, stilling you as the other person wraps something around it.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” a voice calls out, a head appearing in front of your eyes. It takes some time to register who it is, just to recognise one of your co-workers.

“Matt?” you ask, all of a sudden aware of your aching muscles, literally feeling the pain in your bones.

“Yes it’s me, you’re going to be okay,” he mutters, letting the paramedics lift you up to a gurney.

“Shay?”

“She’s going to be fine,” Casey quickly replies, not wanting to scare you even further. The truth is, she’s in a far worse shape than you are, the truck crashed into her side.

“Please call Spencer,” you murmur, just before the doors of the ambulance close, Matt nodding.

~

It was a slow day at work for Spencer. There wasn’t a new case, just piles of paperwork. If he wanted to, he could finish it in an hour or two, but he really doesn’t feel like it today. He doesn’t know what’s happening but the day is somehow longer than usual. And it also seems like it’s affecting everyone, not just him.

Taking his eyes off the report he was working on, he looks across to Morgan’s desk, where the man is almost sleeping already. The genius quickly takes an eraser that was sitting on his desk, throwing it on Derek’s desk. That startles him, wildly opening his eyes before he realises what’s going on.

“Reiddd,” he groans, throwing the rubber back. Spencer just laughs, slightly shaking his head. Morgan was about to say something else but Spencer’s phone rings, shutting him up. He picks up, quiet chuckles still coming out of his throat.

“Hello, this is Spencer Reid,” he introduces himself because it was an unknown number.

“Hi, this is Matthew Casey I work-”

“With Y/N, yeah, I’ve heard great things about you,” Spencer finishes for the lieutenant. Slight worry settles itself into the younger man though, cause why would the man be calling him? “I’m sorry, but is everything okay?” Reid asks, a sigh is heard from the other end of the line. He knows that kind of sigh - it’s an “I’m about to deliver you some bad news” kind of sigh, he heard it a million times before, even did it himself. “What’s wrong?” he now says, his expression changing completely. That catches Derek’s attention, dropping whatever he was working on and focusing on the conversation instead.

“Y/N, she- she was in an accident. She’s fine, she just has a concussion, some bruises and cuts. She’s at the hospital now. If I’m honest, she was really lucky,” Casey finishes, worry now written all over Spencer’s face.

“Which hospital?” he almost whispers, his head still not fully wrapping around what happened. That alerts Morgan, standing up and coming to his friend’s desk.

“The one closest to our firehouse,” the blonde replies, still staying on the line despite someone calling him.

“I’m on my way,” the doctor states, hanging up and quickly walking to Hotch’s office. “Hotch,” he greets as he steps into his office just enough so his boss can see him.

“What is it?” Hotch quickly asks, knowing the expression on his team member’s face all too well. He can’t quite pinpoint what it is, but it’s bad.

“Y/N, she’s at the hospital, I have to- can I-”

“Yes, of course, take as much time as you need,” Aaron comments, standing up. “And please, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything,” he adds, Spencer already half on his way down the stairs.

“Morgan can you-”

“Right behind you, kid,” Derek mutters, grabbing his jacket and running after the genius.

~

Arriving at the hospital, they stop in the parking lot, Reid practically jumping out of the car. In a matter of seconds, he’s inside the hospital, frantically looking around for your coworkers. They’re all seated in chairs, some pacing up and down, running out of patience. He’s quick to approach them, startling some of the men.

“She’s okay,” Severide states the second your boyfriend is in the line of hearing. A breath leaves Spencer’s mouth, one he hasn’t even realised he was holding. Now that he knows you’re fine, there’s one more thing he has to ask, knowing both you and him have to know. Shay is the only person Spencer has officially met from the firehouse and he took a quick liking to the woman. She’s funny and makes people smile, so he’s happy you found a good friend in her.

“How’s Leslie?” he questions, a lump forming in his throat. He swallows hard, fearing the answer. A shake of Severide’s head is all it takes for him to know. “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, they’re operating on her right now,” Kelly informs, his voice slightly breaking at the end.

“Y/N’s in the room down the hall,” someone who Spencer assumes is Herman says, earning a nod as a thank you from the Agent. On the way he momentarily grabs Severide’s shoulder, squeezing it as a reminder that the blonde girl is going to be just fine. After all, she’s very strong from what Spencer heard. Kelly thanks him with a look and a small, sad smile.

Knocking on the door of the room where you’re in he opens them, stepping inside. Your sitting form immediately shifts to the intruder, quickly standing up and jumping into his arms. He wraps you in a tight hug, a little too tight considering your injuries but you don’t say anything, you’re just happy you’re in his arms again. A tear rolls down your cheek because right before you passed out, all you could think about is how you won’t see him again - but by some miracle he’s here, standing in front of you.

“Please don’t do that to me ever again,” Spencer whispers, his voice muffled by your hair. You just lean more into him, adjusting your hands. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, now his turn to cry. He also thought he lost you forever.

“Spencer, no one will tell me a thing. How’s- How’s she?” you manage to get out, slowly starting to pull away from him so you can see his face.

Spencer knows there’s no point in lying. After all, you do deserve a truth. “It’s bad. She’s in surgery, that’s all I know. The whole firehouse is out there, we can go wait with them if the doctor cleared you,” Spencer sympathetically implies, earning a firm nod from you. You stop quickly though, your head started pounding, just as the doctor said. You had a concussion, you knew your head was going to be a bitch for the next week or so.

“Please, I need to know,” you mutter, grabbing your things, accepting Spencer’s offered hand. He leads you to them, all of them looking up once they hear the footsteps.

“Oh, Y/N, we’re so glad you’re okay,” Gabby immediately stands up, wrapping you into a gentler hug than the one you received before this one. You take a deep breath, knowing how hard the next few hours will be. And all you can do is wait - wait with friends by your side, with the love of your life sitting next to you. But deep down, you know she’ll make it; she’s Leslie Elizabeth Shay for God’s sake.

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Take My Breath

Prompt: pairing up with the best Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist in the country, you find yourself focused on more than just your patient. Pairing: min yoongi x reader W/C: 3,137 genre: smut tags: spanking, degredation, unprotected sex

You've already made up your mind.

There's no way in hell you'll ever date another co-worker again, let alone Min Fucking Yoongi.

You have had your fair share of colleagues trying to stick their tongues down your throat and you just weren't feeling it anymore. There wasn't a single day where you walked into work and thought to yourself, 'hey, _____! You know how you're a well respected pediatric surgeon and have half the country fighting over you? Yeah! Let's throw that all away by fucking your fellow doctors in the on-call rooms of the hospital you think you'll spend the rest of your career at.'

Until in this exact moment.

Yoongi sits behind you on his computer, scrolling through the aimless files the two of you have collected.

Being a General Pediatric Surgeon, your job often requires you to work with specialist doctors when a case pops up in front of you that's particularly difficult. A mom showed up to your ER last week with her 15 year old daughter complaining of migraines. Fifteen years old, with migraines so incredibly bad that she finds herself doubled over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach because her body doesn't know how to process the pain.

Of course your first instinct after giving an examination, was to slap the girl in a CT scan, but the scans came out clean. An MRI was next, honing in on the head and chest, but again, nothing pops up. Baffled and at a loss, you call Min Yoongi, an Ears, Nose, and Throat specialist who works at the hospital in the town over. He was willing to work with you immediately, though his experience with children was limited.

Having only met him in passing at conferences, you only knew him as the ENT specialist who helped save a 43 year old mother of 6's life when he happened to notice her swallowing was a little off, they found a tumor and caught it just in the nick of time. It was an impressive feat, and taught the ENT specialists around the country to pay closer attention to the smallest details. Because of that, Yoongi was your first choice.

It's only been a week since he transferred over to your hospital temporarily, but you feel as though you've known him for a life time. Conversation came so easily, and his passion for helping his patients is just as strong as yours.

"Doctor," Yoongi breaks you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn away from your salad, "have we considered pressure points?"

Tilting your head, you feel slightly embarrassed by your distraction but wipe it away as you're the only one aware that it even happened. "One of the first things I did was check for pinched nerves in or around the ear canal."

"Is she beginning puberty?"

When Yoongi first arrived, he immediately asked all the surface level questions to see if he was even needed. Like, was she experiencing occasional vision loss, neck stiffness, increased urination. He's good at his job but for a moment you thought he was undermining your performance. It quickly occurred to you that he was just double checking, it never hurts to double check.

"She's been menstruating for 2 years now." you reply, popping a cherry tomato in your mouth.

Yoongi rolls his chair over to your side of the room, grabbing a crouton from your salad and munching. You open your mouth to protest but Yoongi swallows quickly and speaks, "Has she experienced Post-Drone at all?"

"She hasn't had the chance to," you lean back in your chair, "the pain has been constant. She's in her room right now with all the blinds shut and her ears covered because even the slightest sound makes her cry out in pain."

"Is she on any medication?" Yoongi stares into your eyes, watching as you wrack your brain.

"She's a dancer and regularly takes Acetaminophen to help with the aches she gets fro- oh my god." you toss your head back and pinch the bridge of your nose, only to be pulled up by Yoongi and following his brisk pace down the hall.

"How could we have missed Acetaminophen? Fucking Tylenol?" Yoongi asks abruptly, having not let go of your hand since he pulled you out of your office.

"I- I don't know! Allergies that cause Migraines are so rare, especially in children, that I didn't even think about it!" you're getting defensive, but Yoongi is grinning. Why is he grinning?

"What have we been putting in her IV drip?" Yoongi stops outside of the patient's room, resting his hands on her shoulders.

"Fucking Acetaminophen." you pale. This entire time, you've been mistakenly making this poor girl suffer even more.

"Don't beat yourself up, Doctor. We're going to walk in and fix it, right now." Yoongi grins again, patting your cheek lightly, then turning to open the door.

As soon as the door opens, you both hear the heart monitor spiking.

Rushing in, you immediately turn the patient to her side, "She's seizing! Call a code Blue!"

Yoongi presses the blue button on the wall, rushing to her IV drip and turning it off. As soon as the nurses arrive with the code Blue cart, Yoongi grabs a tongue depressor and carefully places it in the patient's mouth, holding her tongue down and clearing her airway.

With each passing day, watching a patient suffer does not get any easier. When you began med school, you were told repeatedly that it can easily traumatize those who are not fit for it. Through every episode, you have to remind yourself that everything will be okay. Her MRI was clear, she does not have a tumor on her brain, and she is simply reacting to the visual aura of her migraines. Once you get her on something other than liquid Tylenol, everything will be okay. Everything will be okay. EVERYTHING WILL BE O-

"_____, check her eyes." Yoongi takes a deep breath once the seizure ends, laying her on her back. You grab your flashlight from your pocket, lifting her eyelids. Her pupils dilate regularly, and she seems to be responsive.

Pushing your hair from your face, you let out a sigh, "We should have caught that way sooner."

"We were wrong, it wasn't the Acetaminophen." Yoongi watches as the patient slowly comes back down.

You glance towards the door, where a nurse is informing her mother of what just happened. The mother looks panicked, but quickly calms down once she makes eye contact with you. You turn your lips up into a small, calm, smile. It couldn't be any further from the truth, though, as you now are panicking internally yet again.

"What happened?" the patient's voice is low, confused. You instantly turn your attention back to her and rest a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You just had a grand mal seizure," Yoongi explains, "have you been having any visual hallucinations? Blurred vision?"

"N- no, but the pain has moved from my head to my nose in the last hour."

You share a look with Yoongi, who seems just as panicked. He does very well at hiding it with the patients, though. Something you definitely still need to work on.

"Okay," Yoongi swallows, "I'm going to take a look inside your nose. Has it bled at all?"

She shakes her head. Her mother finally enters the room and rushes to her side, sitting on the bed beside her. Yoongi tips the patient's head back, glancing in the left nostril... then the right... and he nods.

"Okay, sweetheart. I want you to lay back for me and I'm going to press this cotton swab into your nose. You let me know if there is any pain." Yoongi's tone is smooth, collected. You admire him from the end of the bed, watching him as he skillfully moves throughout the room. Slipping on gloves, he grabs a cotton swab and presses the tip into her nose.

Instantly, she screams.

"That's it!" she cries, "That's it! That's where it's coming from!"

Yoongi pulls the cotton swab out instantly, turning to you and giving you the smallest grin.

"So, what you have is called an Anterior Ethmoid Neurovascular Complex. What this means is you have an inflamed nerve just on the inside of your nasal passage, and you will need to have surgery to fix it." Yoongi explains perfectly, but the mother instantly stiffens.

You take a step forward, "Not to worry, though. Doctor Min is the best ENT that I have ever worked with. He will perform your surgery and make sure that everything goes smoothly."

"Of course, with every surgery there is risks, but I believe that Doctor _____ and I can have this done carefully and safely." Yoongi continues for you, causing you to nod as the mother relaxes. The daughter looks up to the two of you, "So I'm not going to die? Because I have a competition next month."

Yoongi chuckles, "You will be up and running a week before then."

~*~*~

The champagne bottle pops in your office, Yoongi pouring each of you a glass as soon as the surgery was finished.

Throughout the surgery, Yoongi and you worked together efficiently, and you couldn't help but feel as though there was a bigger connection than you initially let yourself believe. At first, you simply had thoughts of sleeping with him, but now you want to know everything about him. How he became a Doctor, why he chose his profession, what his favorite food is, how he likes his breakfast.

Needless to say, you are whipped, and you'll fully admit that to yourself.

"To a perfect surgery," Yoongi clinks your glasses together, "and to us making a perfect team."

Your stomach swarms with butterflies.

Downing the champagne, you lean back in your chair. "You're one hell of a surgeon, Yoongi."

"As are you," he walks to your side, leaning against the desk just in front of you, "I was scared shitless working on a child."

"You did so well, I'm honestly proud."

"Yeah? You're proud of me?" Yoongi smiles shyly, his face shining red even in the dim lighting of your office. In the week and a half you have known him, this is the purest reaction you have gotten from him. Both relief and pride is evident on him, his posture much more relaxed than before.

"Of course I'm proud of you, I'm proud of us! We kicked ass in there, Yoongi. There's no way I would have been able to do this without you." you grin, standing up to his level. Wrapping your arms around him, you squeeze him tight. He hesitates, and you fear you may have overstepped a professional boundary. You didn't want to make it obvious that you wanted to sleep with him, but a hug wouldn't harm anything.

He graciously wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, "We do make a great team."

"It only took us a week to figure out a simple procedure," you joke, "but other than that it was fantastic."

"I can honestly say I was probably too distracted to figure it out." Yoongi breathes.

"By what?" you giggle, looking up at him from his chest.

Meeting your eyes, he tilts your chin ever-so-slightly. A gentle touch of his fingers makes you melt in his grasp. Maybe it's the way he's looking at you right now, or maybe it's the words he's spoken to you, but you feel emboldened. Your heart races as you raise on your tip toes, coming face to face with Yoongi.

Yoongi's eyes bore directly into yours, his breathing ragged but he can't look away. You smile softly, your nose gently brushing against his. He pokes his tongue out slightly, licking his lips.

"What distracted you, Yoongi?"

He doesn't respond, his breath hitches, and he leans in. Your lips connect quickly, the kiss turning feverish in a matter of seconds. The champagne is long forgotten as Yoongi allows his hands to slip downward towards your ass. A gentle, yet firm squeeze causes you to moan into his mouth.

You're not sure what takes over Yoongi in the few seconds of kissing, but he's suddenly flipped both of you over and spread your thighs perfectly for him to fit.

"You distracted me," Yoongi groans into your mouth while he begins unbuttoning his shirt, "every time we were researching, I couldn't help but imagine you bent over this very desk with my cock shoved deep inside you."

"Fuck, Yoongi." you gasp. You're almost paralyzed, only able to move when he touches you. His words send a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and he hasn't even begun to fuck you yet. His throaty tone is so sultry that you feel nothing but want and need, for him.

"All week," he slips his hand up your shirt, undoing your bra, "every time we were alone, I wanted to fuck you. You make it so hard to concentrate."

As his hands, warm from the alcohol, tread down your spine and to your hips, you feel your heat soaking between your thighs. His cock is hardening in his pants, and every so often it treads your clothed heat and makes you moan. He's toying with you, as if you've purposely distracted him. He wants to regain the power you unknowingly held over him the entire time he's been here.

You'll let him regain that power.

"Then fuck me, Yoongi."

He chuckles, gripping your hips and flipping you over the desk. Your pants are ripped down to your ankles, and you thank the gods that you decided to wear a thong today. You let out a victorious and relieved laugh while he slips the thong slightly to the side.

"Mm," Yoongi moans, running a finger up your slit and to your asshole, "already so wet for me. I think I'll have to clean you up just a little before I make you cum."

Before you're able to ask what exactly he means by that, you feel his tongue lick a long stripe from your clit, to your cunt, and back down. Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don't have time to process his movements as he quickly slides two fingers into your heat.

The squelching of your wetness fills the room, Yoongi's moans being the only thing louder. Of all the things you wished to know about Yoongi, his ability to be so vocal during sex is the most unexpected.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I can't wait any longer." Yoongi stands up, sure to keep his fingers rubbing circles on your clit as you hear him unzip his pants from behind you.

You shiver with anticipation, unable to see anything behind you but watching Yoongi's reflection in the glass painting on your wall. His cock is blocked by you, but you feel it twitch when it finally brushes against you.

Shaking your ass slightly, you move backwards just enough to feel the tip slip into you. You both gasp, but Yoongi quickly pulls out. You don't get the chance to complain because you feel a sharp spank on your left ass cheek.

"Yoongi!" you shout, but Yoongi pulls you up just enough to cover your mouth.

"You don't get to sink onto me, you whore. You distracted me from my work, so I'll fuck you when I want to." Yoongi's tone is sharp, deep. You moan, because you are a whore. You're the biggest whore, but only for Yoongi.

"You said you couldn't wait." you wriggle your ass against him one more time, just to test him. To see what he'll do next. He chuckles, but it's different this time. It's dark, almost venomous. You watch in the reflection as he brings his hand back, slapping the same cheek but just a little harder. The pain reverberates into pleasure, your clit tingling and your jaw dropping.

"Oh, you like being spanked?" Yoongi questions, the head of his cock slapping against your ass.

"I love being punished," you swallow, "I want you to take me like the whore I am."

"As you wish, my gorgeous slut."

With one last smack to your ass, Yoongi slips fully into your cunt. You feel obscene, dirty, but oh so good. Never in your life did you think that you would be bent over your desk at the hospital you work at, getting your guts rearranged by a fellow doctor. A colleague, someone you said you wouldn't sleep with. You can't focus on the messy details of it right now, because Yoongi's careful movements turn precise, his cock aiming as deep as he can get it.

The room is filled with his moans, and you stay silent to listen to his pleasure. All you want to do is please him, make sure you make up for distracting him. You want him to fuck you as long as he wants to.

He stills for a moment, "You're not making any noise."

You smile, "I just want to hear you."

Yoongi takes a deep breath, and you move your hands to grip the edge of the desk. You can feel your orgasm already, but you know Yoongi won't let you cum just yet, that's too easy. He gets to cum first, you're going to make sure of it.

"You like hearing me? You like listening to me use your cunt to please myself?" Yoongi laughs, "I get to use you to cum."

Yoongi's pounding is relentless, harsh, and oh so skilled. Every time you think he's going to slow down, your grip on the desk tightens and you fight your orgasm harder.

Suddenly, Yoongi comes to a complete halt.

"W- what's wrong?" you stutter, your legs feeling numb from pleasure. Yoongi flips you around, not leaving your heat and causing you both to moan at the knew sensation.

"I want us to cum together, okay?" Yoongi seems to have dropped the act of using you as a fleshlight, your pleasure sinking back into his mind while his thumb finds your clit again. "I'm close, baby, please tell me you are too."

"I've been close this whole time." you smirk breathlessly.

Yoongi leans forward, whispering into your ear, "Then cum." he sinks his teeth into your collarbone and the pain from the bite mixed with the feeling of Yoongi emptying himself into you pushes you over the edge instantly.

Your legs lock around Yoongi, shivering against him while you both ride out your highs.

"I didn't mean that, by the way." Yoongi leans back, catching his breath.

You furrow your brows, "What do you mean?"

"You're not a whore." Yoongi whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"You're such a nerd." you laugh, pulling him into another kiss.

Okay... Maybe sleeping with one colleague won't hurt.