#cheesy garlic bread at home

[beeseverywhen]

I don't talk about this enough but I found the perfect ingredients to make cheesy garlic bread and now it's my go to easy meal and my life is just complete in a way it wasn't before

[mando-and-bucky]

mozzarella-stuffed garlic pull-apart bread 🧀 🧄 🍞

🤤🤤🤤

[upwardsonwards]

cheesy toasties hit SO different after a night out.

[ghostyeyestohide]

I Put A Spell On You

Pairing: Terrance (Foe) x Valerie (Plus Size Black Fem OC)

Warnings: SMUT (not too extreme), 18+ (MINORS, SCROLL AWAY), buildup (if you got the attention span of a squirrel, DONT READ), titty fondling, oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), bisexuality (from m), masturbation, slight edging, spitting, slapping, smoking, choking, striptease, some femdom, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, cussing, aftercare, mentioning of death, a hint of voyeurism (from Junior), and Non-Canon.

Parts: Part Two • Part Three

Summary: After a day of examining Junior, Terrance returns home for a sit down dinner with his wife, Valerie, who wants to do a little more afterwards.

A/N: So, I basically restarted this app with a new account just to snoop around and read smut. I noticed that Aaron became even more popular now, and since there is already a lot of Terry fics, I thought it would be perfect for me to finally show my idea of how I think Foe should’ve went if I was in the writers room as someone who has seen the movie and read the book. I’m making this a two (or four) part series as I got the perfect bisexual hookup scene for Terrance, Junior, and OC since Ian and Garth didn’t want to give it to us in the movie, so that’s otw! And this is a one time thing as I been retired for a decade from fanfic (smut) writing, so ENJOY!

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do not copy or repost my work. I do not authorize it.

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Valerie was in the kitchen, spreading parmesan and fresh basil on top of the toasted cheesy garlic bread when she heard a car pulling up in the driveway. She walks to the window near the door, pulling the curtain back a little to see who it was.

The sounds of the door unlocking is heard, with it lifting up. Out comes Terrance, her husband and OuterMore’s hardest worker. He looked exhausted in his light brown top, black slacks, and black dress shoes, but happy. She smiles, walking towards the door to greet him.

“And there’s my beautiful girl in her pretty, ruffled dress.” Terrance states as he walked through the door, smiling as he puts his suitcase down and pulls her into an embrace.

Valerie chuckles before placing her lips over his, giving him a long but sweet kiss, to which he responds by doing the same.

“Sounds like someone had a good day today.” says Valerie, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him.

“Yes, I did. Love to tell you about it over dinner because my word, it smells wonderful in here.” he replies, getting a chuckle out of the both of them.

“Oh stop! It’s nothing crazy, just spaghetti with meatballs, cheesy garlic bread, some Caesar salad with the crisp parmesan, and that bottle of white wine you got from your previous assignment.” she replies sly, tracing her finger over his shirt.

“And I’m guessing you’re the dessert?” he asked in a low, seductive tone that enhances his British accent well while rubbing over her curves. Valerie laughs as she pecks his nose with a kiss.

“I mean…..I could be that, but I was looking forward to eating my homemade lemon loaf, drenched in homemade lemon buttercream, with that vanilla ice cream I also made, but we can go with your first option!” she responds with a smile.

“Dont tempt me with temptation already out there, Val.” he replies, kissing her again.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Terrance stammers, looking for the correct thing to say.

“You know I’m talking about that cake, dear. But, I’ll go change so I don’t keep you waiting. I am hungry after all!” Terrance exclaimed, kissing her one more time before going up the stairs to their room.

“Hurry! I’m not one to be waited on, Terrance!” she replied jokingly as she picks up his suitcase and places it on the living room table before walking back to the kitchen.

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As the couple ate their dinner and drank their wine, Valerie started first with how she spent her day crocheting new clothes for herself to wear, reading some books, and prepared the food as Terrance talked about what him and Junior did, from him watching him do farm work to doing scans on his body for measurements, assuring he has everything that the real Junior gave them.

“And then, I had dinner with them. Of course, I didn’t eat as I told them you were cooking, just some wine and whatnot. For some odd reason, Junior started going off.” said Terrance as he bit into his slice of lemon loaf and ice cream.

“Going off?” asked Valerie, very confused since he told her he was perfectly fine all day.

“I told them the trip to the space station is coming sooner and he knew this when I told him on the farm. But now, he was mad, saying “I don’t want a robot living with my wife!” angrily and demanding that we go outside and fight.”

“With a broken arm?” she asked as she ate some of her slice. Terrance nods as he dranked some of his wine.

“You had to be there to get it. It was a bit scary, but…..it was very indecent that he was doing all of that while not looking at Hen not once.”

“Hm.” she nodded, looking down at her bowl.

“And what was Hen doing by the way?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh. She was trying to calm him down. Saying “do the fight test with me, not him” blah blah, and then, I can’t remember the exact words, she said something and he basically called her stupid. I laughed, which I shouldn’t have and she got mad at me. So, she got up from the table, crawled across it slightly, and slapped me…..” Terrance replied, with his voice going quiet with the last few words.

Valerie sat there expressionless, taking in the words that just came out of her husband’s mouth. Hen slapped Terrance kept replaying in her mind, slowly adding to the burning sensation that was growing inside her. Finally, she got up and put her bowl in the sink.

“Val, are you oka—“

“You let that miserable bitch slap you…..you let Hen, who changes emotions like she has a permanent period, slap you?!” Valerie cuts him off, looking at him with anger all over her.

Terrance gets up, slowly walks up to her in order to not make her even more mad.

“You have to understand: I deserved that slap. He basically insulted her and I had no business laughing!” he responded with.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re the one who insulted her, she had no right to put her hands on you! And you’re calm about it?” she said, slamming her hands on the island in front of her, startling Terrance.

Valerie shakes her head, thinking if he should continue his assignment of watching Junior and Hen or stay home permanently for her sanity.

“I can’t do anything or we’ll accidentally reveal what he truly is.” he replies, throwing his hands up. Valerie scoffs, just in shock at how calm he’s being about this.

“Why couldn’t she take it out on her walking sex toy since he the one who said it? You’re the not the one in a loveless marriage.” she states.

“……do you see yourself as that?” he asked her.

“In a loveless marriage?”

“No. What you called him.”

“…..no. I’m just…..ugh. How can you hate your actual husband, but fucking on a replica of him?. Is it love? Is it hate? Or is she just confused…..” she said, stopping in her tracks before looking away from Terrance.

Terrance looks back at her confused, trying to figure out how would his wife know that if he never told her much about Hen. Then, it hit him.

“…..you been reading my files behind my back again. After I told you not to do that”

Valerie lets out a cold laugh before looking at Terrance again, tears swelling up in her eyes.

“That’s the only way I can keep pretending to live the life the real Valerie would be as the man, who makes endless promises to not push her to the side, fawns over his growing sexual attraction to his newest assignment in Junior.” she responds with, tears now falling down her face.

Terrance exhales quietly, leans up against the counter as he faces away from her.

“You read that in the notes, huh.”

“…..is it true? Or are you just toying with him and keeping proof?”

Terrance sighs, rubbing his face as he stands near the island in front of her. Taking in what she said, he pulls out a cigarette, lights it up and smokes it, blowing the smoke away from her.

“Okay. I am attracted to him. I’ll admit it.” he replies.

Valerie wipes her tears, inhaling and exhaling quietly before clearing her throat.

“Always knew the minute you can home and told me about meeting them. The way you mention his name, what he does, how he acts, his instant rejection to being chosen to go to space…….almost similar to Valerie’s story. Which I’m assuming you have yet to mention that to them.” she said, locking eyes with him.

“They don’t need to know that.”

“Why not? Will it make things worse when you ask him to run away with you?”

He looks at her in disbelief, caught off guard with what she just said.

“If you think I’m leaving you for him, I’m not. I can’t have any type of sexual contact with any of our subjects or I get terminated. And they take you back since you’re their property. You knew this the minute you were made.” he says, blowing more smoke out.

Valerie looks down, slightly embarrassed about throwing that accusation out. She was afraid that he was going to risk everything by being with Junior, putting everyone in danger. Terrance blows out smoke one more time before tossing the cigarette and stands in front of Valerie.

“Hey.” he gently holds her chin up, looking into her eyes. “I can’t throw off this feeling I get when I’m around him. He just brings something I never seen in other subjects out of me. But, I have control. You know me too well for me to abandon you like that.”

He wraps his hand around Valerie’s face, wiping away tears as he kisses her.

“Those notes don’t mean shit to me right now. You do. You’re the only thing I have left of her, replica or not. You been with me all these years and never once have I ever did anything that seemed like I don’t value you anymore. I never forgot about the things you love, the things you do, and the things I do for you that make you happy. I always go home to you, which OuterMore hates since it violates the ‘staying at the subject’s house’ rule, but I refused to let you be here all alone out here. And this won’t change that.” he says as he begins to rub on her body.

“I know you’re being genuine, but this……this is becoming an obsession and it needs to stop.” she responds, pointing at Terrance’s suitcase on the table.

He laughs, gently rubbing his hands all over her body as Valerie tries to fight against it, but fails.

“I’m serious, Terrance.” she states, gently pushing him back.

Terrance turns Valerie around, with her back against him as he has her pressed against the sink. He begins placing soft kisses all over her back and neck, making her let out some soft moans.

“He’ll be home soon. That Junior will go back to the factory and we’ll move on from all of this. It will always be just the two of us. You. Just. Need. To. Trust. Me. Val.” he responds, with each sentence and word ending with a kiss as he slowly lowers himself to his knees, positioning himself in front of Valerie’s ass. He starts tracing over her legs, brushing closer and closer to her pulsating heat.

“Uh-uh” she responds, placing her right foot against his chest and gently pushing him back, creating some distance as she turns around.

“I can’t get a taste first?” he asked, looking into her eyes with a pathetic, begging look.

She shakes her head ‘no’. “Go sit on the couch.” she says as she gently removes her foot from his chest.

Terrance smirks before carefully getting up and walking to the couch. She grabs their wine glasses, pouring the remaining bottle in each one before bringing it over to where he’s seated at.

She places his glass on the table before walking over to their vinyl player, turning it on before placing the needle on the disc, tuning the volume as the song begins to play:

Turning around to face Terrance, who has his wine in his hand now, she begins dancing seductively while drinking, hitting her marks as she lipsync to the voice of Nina Simone.

I put a spell on you

Cause you’re mine as she points at him, earning a smile back from him, who is slowly becoming even more aroused at her movements.

As she slowly walks over to stand in his view, she notices a male stranger is standing outside of their window near the door, watching them. He looked intrigued, with his messy clothes, dark brown hair, Roman-sculpted face and piercing blue eyes staring at her. Noticing a bandaged arm wrapped against his chest, she realizes who this stranger is.

“Junior,” she said in her mind.

“Everything okay, baby?” said Terrance, very concerned for why she stopped suddenly.

She snaps back into motion, not mentioning to him that his subject is also watching her do a dance that’s only meant for his eyes. She doesn’t seem to care, only focusing on showing where the love should always be.

You know I can’t stand it

You’re running around

You know better, daddy as she gently sits in front of him on the table, placing her glass on her left. She begins to untie the knot on her strings that hold her breasts up, letting the top fall down to expose them.

He leans forward, tempted to touch her, but she slaps his hand away, belting out the next part:

I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine as she stands up and walks behind the table.

You’re mine as she removes the rest of her dress, leaving her in just her lacy underwear. She gestures him to remove his clothes, but play with himself afterwards.

Now even more aroused, he complies with her order, gently taking out his semi-hard length and begins jacking off slowly, growing with each stroke.

Sipping her wine, she locks eyes with Junior to see if he’s still watching. To her amusement, he was, gently breathing against the window while slowly stroking himself. This is exactly what she wanted to happen: two men who are avoiding each other to not violate the rules both salivating over her. Just one gets to fully experience her as the other one watches.

I love you, I love you as she sits in a chair that faces Terrance, rolling her hips as he watches with hunger in his eyes.

I love you, I love you anyhow

I don’t care if you don’t want me as she gently removes her panties.

I’m yours right now as she tosses them towards him.

Oh you hear me

I put a spell on you as she opens her legs, exposing her glistening bliss towards him, gesturing him to come to her, but slowly.

Terrance gets up, walking towards her as she gently rubs her clit, looking at his girthy, long length swinging back and forth.

Because you’re mine as he kneels in front of her, giving her a fat sloppy kiss before moving down towards her pussy, placing his mouth over her slit, making her inhale loudly at the friction of being touched.

He begins to flick his tongue in and out, burying his face deeper in between as she places her hands on his head, gently pushing it down a bit more.

“Wow, you really were hunger.” she laughs before being replaced by her moans.

He hums on it to vibrate around her, gently rubbing her folds with one hand as the other creeps up to her breasts, gently rubbing them.

“Fuck…you’re so good when you’re on your knees, pleasing me.” she whispered as she exhaled loudly when he inserts one finger inside, gently rubbing at her spot that she likes that he hits while fucking her.

As he adds another finger inside and speeds up the pace, she looks at Junior once more, see his self pleasuring has sped up too. There shouldn’t be a reason that Val is enjoying this so much, being devoured by a man who helped create her to replace the emptiness of his deceased wife as a replica of another watches them hungrily, desperately wanting to join them.

“I’m getting closer and close—oh, fuck!” she exclaims as Terrance begins sucking hard on her clit, repeatedly plunges his fingers inside her, watching her squirm with his eyes locked on her.

After her moans grow louder and louder, she finally releases, the sensation washing all over her and Terrance’s face. After a few minutes of regaining herself, he removes his face from her, which is covered in her essence.

“Come here.” he mumbled as he gently pulls her up for another sloppy kiss, mixing in her juices with her mouth. She responds by kissing him back harder, gently wrapping her hand around his length and stroking it, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You know that, right?” he says, throwing his head back as she strokes around his tip.

Valerie gives an ‘mmhm’ as she places kisses all over Terrance’s chest and abs, leaving a few marks as she trails lower and lower to his length. She lets go, tracing it with her tongue before engulfing him into her mouth, making him let out a soft moan.

“Just like that.” he says as he gently grabs a fistful of her curls before she slaps his hand away.

“I mentioned you have to work for it. That means no touching me and following my orders.” she said as she looks up at him, stroking his length in her hands.

“You let me eat you out. And push me down into it.”

“That’s your job. Being on your knees for me and me only.”

Terrance chuckles quietly, nodding his head as Valerie continues sucking him, gently massaging his balls as she strokes the rest of what she can’t fit into her mouth.

She looks out the corner of her eyes to see if Junior was still watching, but noticed his disappearance. I guess he couldn’t bare to see more of something he can’t touch physically. She looks up at Terrance and begins bobbing her head & hands faster, going off the adrenaline that sudden decided to pop inside her.

“You’re gonna make me bust fast, doing that.” he groaned, tensing up at his growing climax inside him.

Valerie laughed, speeding up the pace. Terrance began letting out some expletive, hinting that he’s near. Just as it was about to release, she stopped just in time, with him inhaling and exhaling hard.

“Told you you’re working for it.” she says, winking at him before letting it go and laying back in the chair. He laughs slyly, licking his lips as he examined her body. Her curves fit in the right places, her skin glowed like she was a diamond, and her busty elements enhanced her beauty. She was the perfect woman for him and he wouldn’t give that up for anything. Not even him.

“Where do you want me to be?” he asked, gently stroking himself.

Valerie repositions herself, put each leg on the post of chair, exposing her heat like she did previously before he ate her out. She gently taps her pussy, gesturing him to insert there first. She was eager to feel him inside her, waiting enough to get what she wanted.

He nodded, lining himself up to her entrance. Before he inserted, he let out a long trail of his spit out of his mouth, using his tip to rub it all over her clit and lips. He then inserted himself inside, both lovers letting out a loud gasp as she instantly clenched around him. He gripped her legs, gently moving his hips to get her adjusted.

“No matter how many times we make love, mm,….it still feels like you’re getting bigger and bigger each time.” she whispered, gently scratching over his abs.

“Oh yeah?” he asked before pushing all of him inside her, lifting her legs towards her chest. Valerie gasps, taken aback by the sudden move. He laughs before gently kissing her face, swaying his hips around a bit.

“What do you want me to do now? Since you’re in charge.” he mumbles against her cheek.

“You know how I like it. Don’t overexceed it.” she replies before moving his right hand around her neck, keeping both her hands wrapped around it.

He starts with a quick thrust, causing her to let out a low moan. Then, he picks up the pace a bit, continuously slamming his pelvis into her thighs. He squeezes her throat a bit as his thrusts become even more aggressive, making her let out a bunch of lewd sounds she never thought she could make mixing in with the sounds of her wetness being poked fills the living room.

“Fuck, you’re gonna break me, Terra-mmhm! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she yelled as he hit her sweet spot over and over, moaning louder.

Terrance puts his left hand on top of the chair, holding it in place as he continued fucking her, slowly building up both of their releases as Valerie becomes a pleasure mess under him.

“Come on and let me release, Val. I already got your release coming and I’m not too far behind you.” he states as he looks down at her, giving her deep thrusts.

She lets out a hoarse chuckle before being cut off by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, feeling herself on the edge of release. Just as it was about to occur, she pulls his length out, feeling it beating hard in her hand.

Terrance, puffing very hard, looked at her in disbelief, once again being denied release. He scoffs sarcastically, gently rubbing her breasts.

“You’re making me work hard for mines, you’re denying your own.” he said.

“Makes this even more fun. And worth the wait. Now lay across the table.” she replied, gently pushing him off her.

He bits his lip as he walks towards the table, grabbing a few pillows and placing them on it before laying onto, carefully positioning himself.

“Hands above head.” she says as she gets up.

He obliges, placing his hands above, anticipating what she’s gonna tell him to do next. The cool air in the air, settles on his skin, creating goosebumps as his heated length slightly moves up and down, yearning to be touched again.

As she walks over slowly, something in the window between the kitchen and the living room (by the fireplace) catches her eye. She notice its Junior instantly, admiring her and him. Had he been standing there the whole time or does he moves to get a better a view of the show?

Becoming even more aroused, she kneels down in front of Terrance, beginning to place a trail of kisses, from his thighs to his length to his chest to his neck and lastly, his mouth, positioning herself on top of him. She sits up, looking down at the man, who’s looking at her with a dark glare in his eyes.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me? she asks, slightly moving her hips to grind on his length, making his hands and mouth twitch.

“Mmhm.” is all he could get out, fighting real hard to not touch her.

Suddenly, she slaps him across his face. It wasn’t hard, but with the way she gasped, that wasn’t her intention at all. Trying to play it off, she wraps her left hand around his throat, squeezing it. He lets out a stifled groan, breathing hard as the stinging brewed on his cheek.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, not a sound. So let me ask you again: are you going to be a good boy for me?” she asks, tilting down towards him.

“Yes. Yes. I am going to be a good bo—“ he’s cut off by her lowering herself onto his length, causing him to buck his hips upwards.

“Fix yourself right now. Or you don’t get a release.”

He relaxes, letting his hips lie down as she begins moving her hips back and forth, creating a aphrodisiac motion that makes her moan his name a few times and praising how good he’s making her feel right now.

“Touch me up here and look at your art, please.” she cries out as she pulls his hands towards her breasts, letting go of his throat. She looks at him quickly, who is mesmerized at what she’s doing, before look back at him, slamming herself down on him again.

Terrance gently massages them, breathing hard as he was in awe at how much she’s enjoying doing this. Every bounce, every speed, every curve, every moan, he was happy that this was pleasing her as much as it’s pleasing him. He can feel her release building up again as she begins to slow down her pace.

“Mm. Can you…can you finish……” she asks as she collapses onto his chest, breathing hard. He chuckled, amused that she lasted almost close to her release.

“Do I have permission to receive my release?” he asks, gently massaging her back.

“Yes. You deserve it, finally.” she replies in an exhausting manner.

He kisses her forehead before hooking his arms under her legs, picking her up as he stands up, not fully removing her from his length. He gently lays them on the couch, positioning a pillow under her before he started to pound her, causing her to let out some screams.

“Not so dominant after slapping the shit of me, huh?” he asked, aligning himself face-to-face with her as he wrapped his hands around her neck, still having her legs hooked in his arms.

Valerie lets out a stifled ‘no’, moaning loud as she watches his length go in and out of her, feeling like she’s losing oxygen at the sensation.

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see this beautiful pussy cumming all over me, this masterpiece of a body shake, making its mark as I fill you up. Can you do that for me, Val?” he whispered as he deepens his thrusts, sweat dripping down his face and body on her, who is in a daze with her body’s reaction.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” she yells as finally, while rubbing her clit, her release washes over her, causing her to shake unbearably and squirt all over him and the couch.

Terrance moans “that’s my girl” as he thrusts a few more times before releasing inside her, letting out grunts as his load pumps into her womb, laying on top of her until he was finished.

The couple laid in silence, calmly rubbing each other, for a few minutes before Terrance removes himself from her, both groaning at the separation. He gets up and goes to a different room, disappearing for a few minutes.

As she waits for him to return, she looks again to see if he was still watching. He was gone this time, taking what he saw with him back home. She smiled, knowing this about to be so awkward when they finally meet.

A wiping between her legs snaps her out of her thoughts. She looks up and see Terrance, wearing a robe now, wiping off any juices or sweat with a wet cloth. He sits her up, lays a robe near, as he walked to the dirty laundry basket, tosses the cloth in there before walking to the kitchen. He grabs the both of them a bottle of water and sits next to her, taking out a cigarette to smoke.

“Drink.” he whispered, handing her a bottle.

Valerie nods, taking it and sipping some of it. She grabs the robe and puts it on as he lit his cigarette.

“Anything feel loose? Feeling low on your fluid? I can go grab your case so you can change your tab.” he said.

She shakes her ‘no’, tying the robe string around her waist to close it. She leans over to give him a few kisses, placing some over his face.

“…I’m sorry for slapping you.” she says, giving him puppy eyes.

“You’re good. You were just in your element, that’s all.” he replied, puffing out smoke.

“You sure? Cause I can see my hand mark slowly forming on your face.” she said, leaning over as she traced it with her fingers.

“At least you marked your territory.” he responded with, making both of them laugh.

Valerie laid on Terrance’s shoulder, slowly closing her eyes as she is exhausted from the partaking she did. He gently traces over her thighs, looking down at her.

“Did you see something out there while we were making love?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You kept looking at something towards the window for a few moments. Was there something there?”

“….no. I think I was….getting myself caught in my own spell. And I kinda like it.”

“Glad you do. It makes you even more hotter.”

She feels him smile against her head before he placed a kiss on it, continuing his smoke as she fell asleep on him, tiredness finally taken over her. He looks at his suitcase again, thinking about what the next few weeks here is gonna look like.

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A/N II: Started this at 8 PM on Saturday and I finished it this morning. This is how you know I’m a writer with experience (writing fanfics, essays, screenplays, reviews of film and tv) because I cannot believe I wrote all this in two days.

Part 2 is currently in progress and it is now a four part, but two of them will be like a little emotional so I can show a little more of my writing in screenplays style.

If you want to be tagged in it when I publish it, let me know so I can make a list. Have a good day/night, everyone! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[m4rv3l-girl]

Wanted

Bucky x Y/N

Y/N takes care of Bucky in a way that makes him feel a different kind of “wanted” than he’s used to….

Requests Open!

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.

The front door creaked open, the faint jingle of Bucky’s keys cutting through the quiet of the apartment. You glanced over your shoulder from where you stood in the kitchen, a wooden spoon in hand, stirring the bubbling pot of tomato sauce. The scent of garlic, oregano, and freshly baked bread filled the air—a warm welcome compared to the chill that seemed to cling to him as he walked in.

“There’s my handsome man,” you greeted with a smile, setting the spoon down and wiping your hands on the dish towel slung over your shoulder.

Bucky stepped inside, his movements slower than usual, his posture slightly slouched. He let the door close behind him with a soft thud, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. His lips curved into a small smile at your words, though the edges of it seemed weighed down by something unseen.

“Hey, Doll,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

The sound tugged at your heart. You left the kitchen and crossed the room to meet him, your bare feet padding softly against the floor. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He stiffened slightly at first, as he always did, before his body relaxed into yours. His vibranium hand hesitated at your back before settling gently there, his flesh hand curling around your waist.

“Rough day?” you asked, your cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Bucky hummed in response, his chin resting lightly atop your head. “You could say that.”

You pulled back just enough to tilt your head up and meet his eyes. There was a storm behind the blue—a weight he wasn’t ready to put into words yet. Cupping his face, your thumbs brushed along the faint stubble on his jaw. “Good thing you’re home now,” you said softly. “I’ve got lasagna in the oven and a bottle of wine breathing.”

His brows lifted slightly in surprise. “Lasagna?”

“Homemade,” you added with a wink. “With extra cheese, just how you like it.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You didn’t have to do all that, Kitten.”

“I wanted to,” you replied, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his jaw. “You deserve to be spoiled sometimes, you know.”

His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “I’m not sure about that,” he muttered under his breath, but you didn’t let it slide.

“Hey,” you said, your voice firm but kind. “Go change into something comfortable, and let me take care of you tonight. Dinner will be ready in twenty.”

For a moment, it looked like he might argue, but instead, he gave a small nod. “Alright, Doll.”

When Bucky reappeared a while later, he was dressed in his usual gray sweatpants and a worn hoodie that you secretly loved on him. He lingered in the kitchen doorway, watching as you set the table with mismatched plates and lit a single candle in the center. The warm glow of the flame bathed the room in a soft light, making the space feel even cozier.

“Smells amazing, Darling,” he said, his voice softer now.

You turned to him with a smile. “Wait until you taste it.”

Dinner was a quiet, intimate affair. The lasagna was rich and cheesy, paired perfectly with the glass of red wine you poured for each of you. Bucky’s shoulders began to relax with every bite, the tension in his jaw easing as you filled the silence with lighthearted stories and little quips.

“Okay, but you have to admit, I’d make a terrible spy,” you teased, twirling your fork in the air.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “You? A terrible spy? Never.”

“I’d trip over something or accidentally blurt out classified information within the first five minutes,” you laughed, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “But you’d charm your way out of it. No one could say no to you, Kitten.”

His words made your cheeks flush, and you reached across the table to playfully swat at his arm.

After dinner, as you cleared the plates, Bucky stood and began to gather the glasses. “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes,” he said, his tone leaving little room for argument.

You placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Not tonight, Bucky. You���ve had a long day. Go sit down—I’ll take care of it.”

“But—”

“Ah, no buts,” you interrupted, giving him a mock-stern look. “Go. Couch. Now.”

He hesitated, his blue eyes searching yours for a moment before he relented with a small sigh. “You’re too good to me, Doll,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before retreating to the living room.

By the time you joined him on the couch, the dishes done and the kitchen cleaned, Bucky had already queued up one of your favorite movies. He lifted the blanket draped over him, inviting you to curl up at his side. You didn’t hesitate, snuggling into him as his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the movie playing softly in the background. Your fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into a sense of peace.

“You’re always taking care of me,” he said suddenly, his voice thoughtful.

You tilted your head to look up at him. “Of course I am. That’s what you do when you love someone.”

His gaze softened, the vulnerability in his expression making your heart ache. “I’m just not used to it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you said gently, your fingers brushing a strand of hair from his face. “But you deserve it, Bucky. You deserve to be loved and cared for. And I’ll remind you every day if I have to.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he processed your words. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Kitten,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“You just have to be you,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him softly. “That’s more than enough for me.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your hair. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice muffled but full of gratitude.

You smiled softly, your fingers instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. The strands were soft beneath your touch, and you gently combed through them, your nails grazing his scalp with deliberate tenderness. He melted into you almost immediately, his breath hitching for a brief moment before it steadied, slow and content.

“You know,” you began, your voice low and soothing, “you’ve got the kind of hair people would pay good money to have.”

Bucky chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your chest. “Doll, you’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m serious,” you teased, continuing to card your fingers through his hair. “It’s thick, soft, and so perfect. I could play with it all day.”

His only response was a quiet hum, his body relaxing further against yours. His head rested more heavily in the crook of your neck, his vibranium hand curling around your side as if grounding himself in your presence.

The way his eyes fluttered shut, the tension slowly melting from his features, made your heart swell. It wasn’t often that he let himself feel this kind of ease, this kind of safety.

“You’re really good at this,” he murmured, his voice drowsy, like the gentle rhythm of your touch was lulling him to a place he rarely allowed himself to go.

“At what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to press a kiss to his temple.

“Making me feel…” He paused, the words caught in his throat, as if they were unfamiliar or too heavy to say aloud. Finally, he whispered, “Wanted.”

Your chest ached at his admission, and you tightened your hold on him, your fingers still gently weaving through his hair. “Oh, Bucky,” you said softly, your lips brushing against his skin. “You’re so much more than wanted. You’re cherished. Adored. You’re my whole world.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, his breath warm against your neck. But then he shifted slightly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His blue eyes, soft and glassy, met yours, and you could see the gratitude and wonder swimming in their depths.

“You’re too good to me, Kitten,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Never,” you countered, smiling as you traced a thumb over his cheekbone. “You just have to get used to being loved, Bucky. Because I plan on doing it for the rest of my life.”

His lips twitched into a small, almost shy smile before he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with every unspoken word he couldn’t yet find the courage to say.

As the night wore on, the two of you stayed curled up together, the movie long forgotten. For Bucky, letting down his walls wasn’t easy, but with you by his side, he knew he could learn.

And for now, that was enough.

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So, any cavities?

[bunnis-monsters]

Hello!

I really love your writing and the way that you portray the reader 💕✨

I just wanted to drop this doggy bag of ideas at your door and you can do with them what you will!!

Warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, slight colorful language, most of it is suggestive, the last one is more explicit

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My favorite/comfort vibe: the character genuinely loves the reader and doesn’t make “I hate being married” jokes, the Gomez Addams type of guy. Always supportive and never disrespectful. More loyal than a dog. Literally being rude or hurtful is not even in their operating system. Pure embodiment of gentle chivalry. Maximum dose of respect human beings and living creatures juice every morning. I literally can not get enough of this trope

It’s the old west and that rancher with a spotted tail and a large set of horns sticking out of his head is looking mighty fine as he wipes his freckled chest and neck with his patterned bandanna. You, a sweet young lady who is just passing through the town, offers him some water to drink. He accepts it with gratitude and chugs it down. You try not to stare at the lump moving in his throat, or the stray drop of water that you feel jealous of, it getting the chance to caress his skin instead of you. You try to play coy, but he takes his deep breaths into his large muscular barreled chest, he smells your sweetness and can look down and notice your legs shuffling closely together, your cheeks looking a little more flushed. He wonders if your other cheeks could flush the same way. His patterned ears flick and he tries not to get too excited as his tail swishes back and forth. He gives you back your canteen and offers you a ride to your temporary lodgings. Maybe he can convince to stay indefinitely, maybe he can convince you to do it by his side. <3

The og type vampire! Dracula but a himbo/science genius that studies you to learn about humans. He made a special trip to the village to buy more candelabras for you to move around and 3 more long flowy dramatic gowns that accentuate your curves and allow the moonlight to caress your soft skin just as he wishes to caress you. He leaves your favorite snack lying fresh for you in odd places, he seems to think this is all you need to live in way of nutrition, I mean, he only consumes one thing right? He assumes it’s the same for his little human. Cue hijinks of her escaping to the village to eat and teach the vampire how to take care of humans, and her learning about his vampire ways and his fancy new witchcraft (which is just sciencey things). He loves garlic but is severely allergic to it. Literally has been looking for a formula to cure it for like so long, it’s basically the only reason he got interested in science. He mumbles about cheesy garlic bread when he is in one of his rare sleeps.

The protective punk/gang leader pixie! with nasty ass styled jet black hair (and a hauntingly beautiful shimmer to it) protectively grabbing his girl by the waist, pulling you close as an “accidental” foul baseball narrowly misses your face. He glared back at the team who had just realized that they chose the wrong person to pick on, their smirks sliding off their faces. He does enjoy a good game! He likes to use his baseball bat (decorated with dragonflys that you made to match his wings) for more…unsavory things. He’ll be stopping by the afterschool meet to teach them how one could really use a bat, with them as the kind, totally willing volunteers :) He comes home to you with strange stains on his white tank top, you try not to stare too long at his slender and molded waist, perfectly framed by his high waisted fitted denim jeans. He catches you looking though, and gives you a “c’mere baby doll and gimmie some sugar” an annoyingly smug smirk plastered across his horribly perfect face. You were already glued to him, cursing yourself for loving such an insufferably wonderful and rough and tough fool.

The succubus! Butler who literally never stops thinking about you. Who is with you from sun up to sun down to serve you and care for you in any capacity that your little heart desires. Literal doormat, might actually fantasize being a door mat for you tbh? Loves seeing you in elegant and lavish shoe wear, he hates dirt for existing and never wants your feet to touch an unclean floor. Would literally pass out if someone inconvenienced you. You just roll your eyes and smile. You pat the space between his horns, pulling him close to your chest and resting your head atop his, gently reminding him again that you live in a reasonably priced apartment in a reasonably priced area and you never asked for a butler or to be treated like royalty and that he can relax and just enjoy your company. (He literally just showed up one night and decided he wanted to be your butler). He won’t hear of it though, you are a goddess that must be attended to! Don’t take this from him, it makes him so happy to be of service! You begrudgingly allow him to spoil you once more. This time though, you manage to trick him (you didn’t, all you did was ask) into the bathtub with you where you press your bare chest flush against his back and softly scrub his chest with a softly scented product. You insist that this is his reward for being such a dutiful and kind partner, and he’s glad that the bubbles hide the situation happening between his legs. You’re just as happy to help him with that too, reaching around front and reminding him again how beautiful he is and how lucky you are to have him in his life and he literally went feral, water and bubbles coating the tiles as you two tangle around in the water. The next morning he bring you breakfast to eat on the balcony, he happily watches you eat your meal, happy to see you eating and getting full just as he did to you last night ;)

The Undead!Soldier that never wanted to be sent off to the war in the first place and constantly looks at the photo in the heart locket you gave him and wishing to come home safe to your arms. Wishing to free himself from endlessly reviving in different places where he becomes a part of an undead army, only to be defeated and re animated again, praying to one day respawn somewhere close to you, where you can be his light and save him from this dark and endless maze. When you finally manage to free him, you took him to the local necromancer to get put back together, you guys couldn’t find his ring finger so the necromancer threw one in for free. It had a cryptic and eerily familiar tattoo on it resembling a small yellow creature with blue overalls. A shiver went down your spine and you cringed, the two of you went to another necromancer the next day to get it replaced immediately.

The town crook, swiper no swiping type bitch. He has a large fluffy gray and black ringed tail and a cute matching set of ears. His jaw is sharp and his fingers are dexterous, he can never seem to keep them to himself. It’s hard to get something of yours back once he’s managed to sneak it away from you and into his stash. You’ve certainly been spending a lot of money and time buying new undergarments. One night, you catch him rummaging through your panty drawer. He stops like a deer in the headlights. No, not because you caught him, took you long enough anyways. No, it’s that nice little lingerie nightie that you’ve got on. Now just who did you wear that for? He’s no stranger to your clothing habits (him? A peeping Tom? Nooooo~) You surely must have worn it for him!! You’d never admit it but you did wear it in hopes of stalling him long enough to get a good look at your secret admirer. He blushes profusely as you stalk closer to him, studying the planes and details of his handsome face up close. His fingers twitch uncontrollably by his sides as he desperately fights to keep them off you without your say so. He can smell your sweet scent up this close and- what are you doing to him?! He’s about to make a mess in his pants and you haven’t even touched him yet! Your arms playfully clasped behind your back as you lean back and walk over to the bed, stopping before it. You slowly tease the panties down your plush thighs and flick it in his direction without looking, sliding your soft legs underneath the covers. “Come back soon lover boy” you wave him goodbye as he hops out of your balcony window into the night, a dainty pair of panties worn across his face. The next morning, you awoke to a collection of expensive jewelry and colorful stones mixed with various and obscure snacks, a ringed tail peeking out from atop your window/

the out of luck wolf!mutt street fighter with nothing to lose finding the girl of his dreams when he meets eyes with a widowed Governess. She never actually met her late husband but at the wedding, he promptly left to serve in a far off war and never returned. The Governess publicly shamed and pitied all the same in the eyes of the people. He didn’t care about any of that, he didn’t care about her status or that she was once married or that she probably wouldn’t even recognize who he was if she saw him again. He hasn’t seen her since he was just a scrawny runt, beaten and bruised just as he is today, but with the difference of being able to defend himself now. He remembers your sweet chubby cheeks and plush arms that always felt so safe to be in. You two were just children, him a dirty street urchin, and you, a daughter set to inherit a duchy upon marriage. You to had lost touch as you got busier with your studies and began to grow up. He had honestly let you fade from his mind as well over time. But he’ll never forget when he saw you again. Now fully grown with eyes so striking that you reminded him what life was supposed to feel like with a single spark. His barren and brush covered heart caught fire and the only thing that could quench it was getting a taste of you. He manages to find ways to insert himself into your life and get to know you again. You like to read? He never learned how but he’d be happy to try if you did it with him! Otherwise doesn’t see the point. Wants to impress you with his fighting skills and never understands why you get upset for his safety and getting roughed up. He came back alive right? What’s a few more scratches? (He also loves it when you play nurse on him, he loves being doted on). Nobody understands why the widowed Governess would hang out with a mutt like him, he’s quick to silence the rumors and hate, and you’re growing suspicious of how eagerly he allows you to bandage him. He clicks his teeth when he notices that you’re catching on. He needs to be careful, this is the only time he feel like he can get close to you and get a whiff of your scent. He always feels bad that he’s dirty and smells of the streets. Maybe with time, you can tempt this sweet stray into your safe and open arms, where you can help clean him up, and instead of a street fighter, he’s a dude in a nice suit that he has already managed to fuck up, fighting in the street with the bus boy he tripped into. You’re at the snack table minding your business and letting him get his energy out, getting ready for when you two have to release some different energy in the comfort of your shared home later that night.

The highelf!pervert!artist in his mansion with an garden containing an insurmountable amount of foliage and beautiful landscaping, eyeing his sweet plump little maid from afar, savoring the sight as he paints your soft figure onto the canvas. He hisses as his hand softly brushes up and down his member, the skin with a shimmery undertone and a flushed mushroom tip, long and monstrous. He stops and lets his poor leaking cock go again, it swings down and the weight of it almost seems to stall it from popping back up against his softly defined abdomen, some precum staining it sheen. He furiously paints you, his enhanced eyesight allowing for him to see across the courtyard, his studio conveniently being directly across the way from your room, when you lay on your back, your hand between your plush thighs, his sensitive ears picking up on your soft gasps and moans that occasionally sound like his name. It has to be his name right? Surely you must be doing this to him on purpose!! He finishes the last paint stroke that he needs to complete his first coat, he quickly moves his pillow to the window with a bench built in underneath it. He wastes no time bucking his hips in to its softness, imagining that it was you, he sees you struggle to get your release and he just can’t take it anymore. You’ve known each other for years, you were his favorite maid and the only one that he ever paid attention to. You sure took your sweet time getting comfortable with him, he’s positive that in the past few months, you’ve been deliberately teasing him and trying to get his attention. Surely that’s why you must be driving him insane like this?? Unbeknownst to him, you were just that fucking clueless, but don’t worry, he’s about to come and show you exactly how he’s feeling towards you! When he gets his hands on you, it’s game over for being apart from him. He’s always going to want his pretty little muse to be within his line of sight! How else is he going to paint that lovely portrait of you if you keep closing your legs? Here, he knows a few ways to help you relax!~

Sorry for the long ass ask, I just wanted to share some ideas with you since I’m too lazy to ever do anything with them. I hope you’re doing well and getting all the rest and hydration you need!

For now imma share these ideas with y’all and ask which one y’all like best!!

Comment below what you’d like to see me expand on :3

[eyesofshinigami]

Eddie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, very very mild sexual content (blink and miss it)

Prompt: For @lihhelsing "Love is helping them unwind after a rough day"

WC: 852

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 19

Eddie knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as he woke up. He managed to stub his toe twice on the way to the shower. His waffles got burnt in the toaster and they were out of syrup. He missed the bus by a minute, watching it drive away from the stop just as he ran up to it. It started raining while he was waiting for the next bus, so of course he got drenched.

He hoped that it had ended there, but no. Eddie got to work fifteen minutes late due to a traffic jam, wet and hungry and already done with today. His boss yelled at him and put him on tape-sorting duty, marking down the new shipment of tapes. Of course, halfway through, his pen exploded and covered him and the sheet he was using, so he had to start over.

By the time the end of his shift had rolled around, Eddie was tired, had a headache the size of Montana, and he was ready to throw himself into the void. Mack, the other guy on shift, patted him on the back and all it did was make his skin crawl. 

The journey home wasn’t much better. The bus was late again, and Eddie couldn’t find a seat so he had to stand. The bottom of his sneaker apparently acquired a random hole and he had to walk back to their apartment with wet socks.

Eddie was done. He was so fucking done that all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed and cry until he couldn’t anymore. He also hoped that Steve wasn’t home yet from work; he was scared that something bad would happen, like they would end up arguing or not speaking to each other.

What Eddie didn’t expect was to come home to a house that smelled a little like heaven. It was warm and he called out, “Steve? That you?” 

“Yup! In the kitchen!”

Eddie toed off his shoes and stripped out of his still damp jacket and hung it up on the rack. He still felt really keyed up from the day he had, so he steeled himself against his own feelings and headed into the kitchen. 

Their table was set. A lasagna was cooling in the center, set on a potholder right next to a spray of daisies. Two beers were set beside their plates, still cold enough that condensation was gathering on the glass. 

Steve himself is dressed in comfortable clothes, bent over the oven and pulling out what looked like cheesy garlic bread. Fuck, if it wasn’t all of Eddie’s favorite things wrapped up in one beautiful little scene. “Hey! I must have timed it just right!”

Eddie felt tears starting to gather in his eyes. “How… how did you know?”

Steve set the garlic bread down on the stove and pulled off his oven mitts before he reached up to cup Eddie’s cheek. “I heard you this morning. And then Mack called me before you left, saying you’d had a pretty shit day. So… I got home a little early and wanted to surprise you with something good.”

Okay, yeah, Eddie was absolutely going to cry now. “For me?”

“Of course, baby. After dinner, I figured we could take a bath together and I could wash your hair? Then we could crawl into bed and watch that new Beetlejuice movie? I grabbed it on the way home.”

“Steve… that…” It sounded incredible. It was perfect. So why was Eddie blubbering like he’d just been told his dog died? 

But Steve, wonderful, beautiful Steve, seemed to just understand. “Because you deserve it. You had a bad day, and I just wanted to make it better. You’d do the same for me, have done it in the past. Let me take care of you, okay?” 

What else could Eddie do but nod?

Dinner was delicious, Eddie ate until he couldn’t anymore, realizing he’d forgotten to eat lunch in the midst of the rest of his terrible day. He listened to Steve talk about what he’d done that day, letting his boyfriend’s words wash over him. 

The bath was just as nice. Even if they were two grown men, they managed to squeeze themselves into their tiny tub. It was ridiculous, but it made Eddie laugh and he felt light for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. Steve had washed his hair, took his time rubbing conditioner through Eddie’s curls, and then it ended up with them wrapping hands around each other’s cock and Eddie panting into Steve’s mouth.

Fuck, but he loved this man so much. 

Loose from the bath and from his orgasm, Eddie crawled into bed with Steve and curled up as the movie started.

“Love you, Eds,” Steve murmured, kissing the top of his head. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table to fast forward through the previews.

Ed smiled into Steve’s collarbone. The day might have started pretty fucking awful, but Steve had turned it right around. Now, it felt like the best day ever.

[steviewashere]

They Were Roommates

This is a text fic! All the tags and such are on AO3, but here's a snippet below of what to expect <3

Rated Mature for sexual themes

Pairings: Steddie, Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, Robin & Eddie, Robin/Chrissy

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Robin has created a group chat with two other people

Robin: the next time you guys resolve the issues you two idiots create for each other, can you let me know ahead of time? you’re lucky I didn’t bring Chrissy home with me from class.

Eddie: I don’t know what you’re talking about nothing happened

Robin: I thought somebody brought home a girl, but it was just Steve.

Steve: Do I sound like a pretty girl at least?

Robin: the prettiest, but seriously. 

Robin: I don’t need to hear you guys getting it on while I’m trying to eat my after school taco.

Eddie: don’t you need Chrissy for that ??

Robin: I’m going to put nair in your shampoo.

Steve liked a message: "the prettiest, but seriously."

Steve: I’m ordering pizza. You guys want cheesy bread?

Robin: Yes!

Eddie: plz? With the garlic dip too 🥺 ??

Steve liked a message: "plz? with the garlic dip too 🥺 ??"

Robin: you text like a bottom

Steve: Trust me, he’s not. ;)

Robin: uggghhhhh!! I’m so proud of you two but also go fuck yourselves, you turds

————— Read the rest on AO3

[vodika-vibes]

CONGRATS ON 500!!

Long time lurker, I am here every morning around work, and have reread most of your fics at least 3 times. Your writing is amazing!

Okay I'll stop gushing 🙈

For the follower event, I was thinking Kix, Emerald, and late night.

Thank you, and congrats again!! 😊

I'll Wait Forever

Summary: When an emergency makes Kix late to pick you up for your date he’s incredibly apologetic. What he doesn’t know, and what you need him to understand, is that you’d wait forever for him.

Pairing: Post-Stasis Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 830

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your nice comment! I'm so glad that you like my stories enough to come back to them! I hope this is close to what you wanted, you didn't specify, so I chose to go with Post-Stasis Kix rather than TCW era Kix. Both are swoon-worthy. My goal is to keep all of these under 1000 words. I wonder how I'll do, lol.

The fall of the Empire, and the rise of the New Republic, has made you a very wealthy person. Wealthy enough that you, and a group of your friends, were able to repurpose a Lucrehulk Class droid control ship into something a little more useful. 

As of now, and with the permission of the New Republic, the ship is home to over two million displaced individuals (many of Alderaanian descent), it’s also home to a massive shopping center, and is the home point for this sector's Bounty Hunters Guild.

It is a point of some pride, yes.

And, at this point, it basically runs itself. Which means that you only have to do a little bit of work to make sure it stays running smoothly. Which, for you, means that you have to play nice with the politicians in the New Republic.

But that only happens every so often.

Which means you’re able to focus on more important things.

Like writing your novel…and spending time with your boyfriend.

Both are very important to you, though you’re not ashamed to admit that Kix, your boyfriend, is far more important to you than anything else that you own. Including the ship that you currently call home.

He travels a lot, and you don’t mind, because in the end he always comes back to you. 

Speaking of said boyfriend, he said that he was going to take you on a date tonight.

You tilt your head back to catch a glimpse of the chrono on the wall, and you release a sigh, though there’s a smile on your face. It is well past closing time for all but the seediest of restaurants, which means no going out tonight.

Ah well. Such is life.

You flick your gaze back to the first draft of your novel, and you make sure to save your work before you set it to the side.

Time to make dinner, and if you’re lucky, Kix will join you for dinner. 

You meander into your kitchen and you put some water on the stove for the pasta, before you dig around your pantry. Might as well make a proper meal.

You’re about to put the pasta in the boiling water when the door to your suite slides open. Absently you pour the whole box into the water, before leaning back to look into the main part of your suite, and a bright smile crosses your face.

Kix is gorgeous. 

Tall and broad, with thick curly hair and an equally thick beard. The tattoo under his hair just barely peeks out at his temple.

You’d quite happily follow him into hell, if he asked.

Not that he ever would.

“Welcome home,” You chirp from the kitchen, “I started pasta for dinner, do you want cheesy bread or garlic. I have both because I have no self control when it comes to bread. It’s a problem.” You check the water and then leave your posting in the kitchen to walk over to him. 

He sets his helmet on the table next to the door, and then casts his gaze to you, something akin to guilt crosses his face when he takes you in, “I’m late.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You got all dressed up for me.” Kix says, his lips turning down.

“I got dressed up for myself. The fact that you also appreciate it is just a bonus.” You grin at him, and slide into his arms, your arms twining around his neck, “Now. Garlic bread or cheesy bread. This is a super important decision, Kix.”

His arms tightens around your hips, “I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s just bread, Kix. It’s not really that important. I can make both.”

He laughs softly, but there’s something almost broken in his voice, “I’m sorry for missing our date. Again.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. It’s really, really not. You deserve better than…this.” He vaguely gestures to himself.

“I don’t want better. I want you.”

“Even though I neglect you?”

You slide your hands to his face, and you lightly brush your fingers under his eyes, “Hold on there, mister. You don’t neglect me. I have never once felt neglected.”

He tilts your head back, “How can you say that?”

“Kix,” You grin at him, “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

You stand on your toes to brush your lips against his, “I’d wait forever for you. You’re worth it. I’d follow you into hell if you asked.”

He exhales sharply, his breath washing across your face, “I love you.”

You beam at him, “I know, I’m very lovable.”

Kix arches a single brow, and he moves his fingers to your sides, lightly tickling you, pulling a startled giggle from your lips, “Is that all you have to say?” He asks, a smile playing on his lips now.

You hop into his arms, his arms sliding securely around your waist to support you, as you kiss him deeply, “I love you too. Always. Forever.”

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Our Love Story: Protecting You

Nanami Kento x Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

(Song Inspiration: More Than Words by Hitsujibungaku)

You arrived back home with exhaustion hitting you the moment you entered inside. Nanami looked up from his book. He marked it shut before he walked up to you and hugged you tightly.

“How much longer until you go back to nights?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you answered sadly. “I don’t like the mornings. I even have to wake up and leave earlier than you.” Nanami softly smiled and kissed your forehead. You gasped when Nanami carried you and brought you to the living room. He had your feet rest on his lap. Before you knew it, he massaged your foot. “Best boyfriend in the whole wide world.”

The sound of your phone ringing caught both of your attention. You didn’t recognize the number that appeared on your screen. You answered it, leaving the phone on speaker.

“Hello?” you answered as you looked at Nanami. A familiar voice called your name making you nearly drop your phone.

“You there baby?” Nanami watched you carefully. The way your body froze the moment the person spoke, the way you caught your breath, and the way your eyes widened in fear. “It’s you right? Baby? I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. Please come back.” You tried to speak, but you couldn’t find your voice. Nanami slowly reached for your phone.

“Hello? May I ask why you’re calling my girlfriend?” Nanami asked politely.

“No, she’s my girlfriend. Who the hell do you think you are? Hey! What are you doing hanging around with some random guy?!”

“I’m going to hang up now. Don’t call her phone ever again. Don’t even bother contacting her,” Nanami said calmly and hung up the phone, cutting off the other end.

“T-Thank you,” you mumbled.

“This is the first time he called you right?” Nanami asked. You nodded.

“You’re not mad right?”

“I am mad, but I’m mad at him. There’s no reason for me to be mad at you, love.” You softly smiled. Nanami finished massaging your feet and you moved closer to him and sat on his lap. “You’re going to tell me if he keeps bothering you right?”

“I will not handle it on my own,” you assured him.

“Show me a picture of the guy,” he said. “Gojo-san and Geto-san can help me keep an eye on him.”

“They’re going to use some cursed technique on him,” you said.

“I will too if he does something to you. He hurt you. No one messes with my lady.”

Gojo: that man WILL be the mission!!!

Geto: Chill. We’re just watching over our little sister-in-law.

Gojo: nope! If he’s gonna creep around, I will annihilate him.

Nanami: Quit it.

Nanami: That’s my job.

You couldn’t help but feel followed everywhere you go. You kept your word, constantly telling Nanami about anything strange within your days.

Nanami opted to stay in the city rather than stay at the school. If he wasn’t around, Gojo and Geto would keep an eye on you if they can. You preferred to stay in crowded areas or stay at home.

“Kento-kun, I don’t have a good feeling about today,” you said. You were at the mall, hoping that you could distract yourself.

“Keep letting me know your location if you go somewhere new okay? I have to go on a mission. It shouldn’t be long though,” he said. “If you can, call Gojo-san or Geto-san.”

“Be careful okay?” you said worriedly. “Come back home to me.” You heard Nanami chuckle.

“I promise, my love.”

“I’ll go to the grocery store! I’ll make us dinner. Do you have anything specific you would like?”

“Chicken Alfredo sounds good,” he said. “With garlic bread.”

“Can I make it cheesy?”

“Of course, my love. I gotta go. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too.”

You quickly looked up a recipe on your phone as you waited and rode a bus to a store nearby your apartment. You checked the time and smiled, knowing you had some time and hoped for Nanami to return back safely.

On your way home, you spoke to Hana. You laughed as she spoke about Yumi’s drunk night. Since they started to work before you, you haven’t had the time to spend time with them. So you happily agreed to go out with them soon, especially since Keiko was going to travel in two months for work.

“Yeah I’ll see if Satoru-san, Suguru-san, and Shoko-san can go too,” you said. “Maybe we can also go out for lunch while Keiko is still here.”

“Let’s go out for mimosas! I know an all-you-can-drink place!”

“Wait! The one a few blocks away?”

“Yeah!”

“That sounds—“ The gut feeling suddenly hit you and Hana called your name worriedly. You quickly texted her.

You: Someone’s following me.

“Run,” Hana said and you quickened your pace to your apartment door. You quickly opened the door. You thought you were safe, but you felt a hand cover your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. It’s just me…” You dropped your phone.

Nanami sighed in relief. He sheathed his blunt sword back behind him and quickly reached for his phone. Seeing Hana’s name wasn’t questionable as she would contact him to know if you were doing okay. You weren’t the best when it came to responding back to messages. But he missed 10 calls.

“Kento-san! Hurry back home! I-I think she’s in trouble!” Nanami quickly walked back to Ijichi, who was waiting patiently for Nanami’s return.

“Can you tell me what happened?” he asked worriedly. “Last thing I know is that she’s going back home. Were you with her?” He then looked at Ijichi. “Ijichi-san…” Ijichi saw the urgent and worried look on his face.

“Her house or yours?”

“Hers.”

“We were on the phone catching up while she was heading home. I heard her trying to yell for help and she dropped her phone. There’s no answer. I think he came back.” Anger rose in him.

“Thank you, Hana-san.”

“I’m calling the cops.”

“Don’t worry, Hana-san. I can handle this.”

Nanami rushed up the staircase to your complex. He saw your phone and picked it up. He heard you crying and a male voice telling you to be quiet. Swiftly, he unlocked the door. His eyes widened when he saw your half naked body on the floor with a stranger on top of you.

“Get off of her!” Nanami yelled angrily.

He wanted to badly use his cursed energy on him. He was ready to rip his limbs apart. It was tempting. The man got up and ran to punch Nanami. But when his fist hit his face, the man groaned in pain. Nanami didn’t flinch.

“Who the hell are you? Her ex-boyfriend?” Nanami asked as calm as he could with anger seething through his voice.

“And who the hell do you think you are to ask me that? Her rebound?” the man questioned. Nanami grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off from the ground. Your body was frozen as you watched Nanami handle him. You continued to let your tears fall.

“I’m her boyfriend,” Nanami answered. “I told you to stay away from her.”

“Please, I know she wants me. You look too…serious to be her type.” Nanami was now annoyed. He definitely had a mindset of a cocky man who believed he can get anything he wanted in any way possible. Nanami tightened his grip.

“I suggest you run away. Run away and stay away from us,” Nanami warned. “Because right now, I’m going easy on you. Harass her again, I won’t hold back. And you’ll regret it.” Nanami dropped him and walked over to you. His demeanor changed, and he was back to his caring and soft self.

“Behind you,” you said. Nanami turned around. The man kicked his stomach, backfiring him. The man fell and winced in pain.

“What the fuck?! You’re a fucking superhuman!”

“You’re just a weak man,” Nanami said. “I’m still going easy on you.”

The man gulped and ran away. Once the door shut closed, Nanami knelt down to you. You wore only your bra and underwear. Your body was frozen. He assessed your body and felt anger when he saw bruise marks and redness on your skin.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said quietly.

“Kento-kun,” you said in tears. You felt yourself relax and immediately hugged him, sobbing in the crook of his neck. Nanami held you tightly.

“I won’t let anything and anyone harm you again. Are you okay? He…He didn’t do anything else right?”

“He kept trying to kiss me,” you mumbled. “I kicked him and he got angry. And-And-And then he…” you cried some more. Nanami softly shushed you and caressed your hair as he hugged you tightly.

“It’s okay, my love. You don’t have to say anything anymore.” When your crying was quieting down, he pulled away slightly. He caressed your red cheek. He softly kissed your cheek. His lips trailed down your neck where he saw light marks. And then down to your shoulders and your arms. He saw your wrist becoming purple. “You put up a fight.”

“Y-Yeah, I-I tried my best to.” Nanami kissed your wrists. You sighed in relief as he kissed your body.

“My sweetheart is so strong and brave,” he said. He looked at you and locked his lips with yours. He picked you up from the ground, both of your lips still together. He gently laid you down in bed and kissed your neck. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll stop and—“ You cupped his face, eyes pleading him to continue.

“Don’t stop, please,” you said quietly. “I love you so much.” Nanami nodded.

Everything about your first time with him is just like you imagined yet better. Nanami is gentle; always making sure you were okay before he continued to go further and further. Even with rough hands, his touches remain as gentle as always. The two of you cuddled naked in bed while Nanami continued to whisper sweet statements to you.

“I don’t want you to live here anymore,” Nanami said. “He knows where you live.”

“I don’t want to either,” you replied. “I should look for a place right now then. Probably first thing in the morning and—“

“Move in with me. We live together now, just in different locations right?” You nodded. “But if you’re not comfortable with it then—“

“I would love to move in with you,” you said happily. Nanami smiled in relief. You giggled and kissed him. “And we can be like this most nights.”

“You’re okay though? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You shook your head.

“I’m okay, Kento-kun.”

“You don’t regret this right?”

“Of course not. Do you?” Nanami shook his head and kissed your forehead.

“Never.”

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 23: Two is Better Than One

Chapter Word Count:5,525

TW

Mouse is going to be the death of me. Period.

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One by one or in small groups, the guys came home, tired eyes sending silent greetings as they went to change and wash up before dinner. You had successfully changed, and with the help of Wonwoo and Jihoon, the table was set and the food was ready to be served. Jihoon was more helpful in cooking all the pasta while Wonwoo did a majority of the table settings. Your only final touch was making cheesy garlic bread, a lot of it, and the savory smell alone had you smiling. 

It was clear by the moment Jeonghan entered the house, he was trying not to hover. If you were in the kitchen near the sink, he was standing on the other side of the island in line with you. If you moved to simply grab something from the fridge for someone, he was trailing closer but never entering into your personal space. When your phone alarm went off to pull the garlic bread from the oven, he moved faster and pulled them out, only to retreat away to his original spot by the island when finished. 

In comparison to your boyfriend, Joshua was actively avoiding you. The second he stepped foot through the garage door and saw you in the kitchen, he tensed up and went straight to his room. It left a bad taste in your mouth and you tried to shake the feeling. Jihoon had offered to switch spots with you for dinner, placing you between Soonyoung and Mingyu, which you gladly accepted because sitting you between Seokmin and Jeonghan was going to be too much. 

Dinner was…quiet. Everyone was seemingly too drained to converse, not that you minded. The only words that were said came in the form of gratitude for you cooking, and that it was good. You thanked them in return but fell silent otherwise. 

The only issue you found was the feeling of someone watching you. Looking up through your lashes, Jeonghan was staring before turning his head away the moment your eyes caught his. He cleared his throat, only to shovel more pasta into his mouth. With the impending discussion, you didn’t have much of an appetite, having to force at least some food down from the already small portion you plated for yourself. Pushing your chair back, you grabbed the finished plate and near silently started to clean up the pots and pans from dinner. 

Someone called your name quietly, Vernon coming into your peripheral vision with his plate. “I can clean everything, you cooked dinner.” 

You hummed and waved him off, tapping the counter beside the sink. “I got it, just place the plates here.” 

He did listen, placing the plate down, but a pair of arms were wrapped around your waist and your feet were off the floor. You let out a squeal of surprise, thrashing about with a fork and a sponge in hand. 

“Vernon! Put me down right now!” 

His hold was firm, easily walking a few steps away from the sink and dropping you on your feet. You turned to yell at him but the utensil and sponge were taken from you by Seungkwan, already walking past you to the sink. 

“Whoever cooks, never cleans. You know the rules, Mouse.” Seungkwan said in a sing-song voice, rinsing the dishes, placing the ones allowed in the dishwasher away while the others were left to be hand washed.  

Letting a long breath out through your nose, you accepted the defeat, grabbing a towel to dry your hands. Jihoon slid up beside you, a stack of plates in hand, stopping right beside you and leaned over. 

“Good luck with your kicked puppy.” He looked over his shoulder and you followed, seeing Jeonghan sitting at the table, picking at the skin of his nails, gnawing on his bottom lip.

Dropping your shoulders, you trailed off towards the hallway, stopping when you caught Jeonghan’s eye and nodding your head down the hall in a silent request for him to follow. You could hear him sputter out a goodbye to the guys and the soft patter of his sock covered feet on the hardwood floors trailing behind you. 

As you pushed the door to his bedroom open and flicked the lights on, Jeonghan closed the door but stood off to the side, clearly unsure of himself. You managed to crawl onto his bed, situating yourself against the headboard, tugging the covers up and over your legs. 

“Jeonghan,” His shoulders tensed up but he nodded at the call of his name. “You can sit down.” 

“Yeah- yeah, right. Sitting.” Jeonghan made quick work of climbing onto his bed and sitting across from you. He sat criss-cross, shoving his hands between his legs, probably to stop from picking the skin around his nails raw. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes prominent, and his eyes were looking a little dull. 

“Before I start, is there anything you want to say?” 

“I know I fucked up bad.” He sighed, “But that’s all I want to say for now, I deserve whatever you are going to say.” 

“It was, it was really fucked up.” The harshness in your tone made him flinch inwardly. “You not only manipulated me, but you also manipulated Shua to play in this mental game. I know you might not have the best idea of what normal is compared to the normal you have now, but my feelings, anyone’s feelings, aren’t something you toy with.” 

Jeonghan downcasted his eyes, seemingly unable to meet your sharp gaze. You wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t staring him down in disappointment. 

“On top of that, what if this went terribly wrong? What if the plans you and Seokmin came up with backfired? What then? I break up with you and I go with Shua, or I break up with you and leave SVT? Did you think of that?” 

His shoulders deflated and he shook his head. “No..” 

“And!” Now you were getting heated, hitting a hand against your thigh in frustration. “And you did all this because you knew Shua liked me, but you decided that instead of using your words, instead of talking this out, you were going to force it and play puppet master! Don’t meddle in that shit! Talk to me if you have information like this! Sometimes I’m oblivious.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t meddle, really.” Though it did little to calm the frustration, he sounded genuinely apologetic.

“Do you want to know the opinions I’ve heard over the week?” It was rhetorical. “Cheol told me to be understanding that you are fucked up but to kick your ass if I wanted. Wonu called you an idiot, said you can make smart, informed decisions, that I shouldn’t be making excuses for you, and Jihoon called you a fucking moron.” 

Once more, he flinched away, looking small in his spot across from you. 

“But you want to know what? I can’t fucking hate you which makes me desperately want to punch you. I want to beat the idiot out of you.” Slumping yourself, you ran both hands over your face, groaning out in anger. “Nearly three weeks I’ve been trying to figure out you, me, Shua, and Wonwoo has not been helping at all, saying some shit, almost like he wants me to consider all of this and-” 

You dropped your hands and the moment Jeonghan looked up at you with wide eyes, you grabbed a pillow beside you and threw it at him, hard . 

“And before you start getting your hopes up! That is another thing that needs to be discussed because I didn’t originally sign up for that going into this relationship! I don’t know how any of this will work, or if it isn’t even a good idea!” 

“Can I say something?” He raised his hand timidly, running the other hand through his hair to push it back and hugging the pillow close. With a small nod from you, Jeonghan sighed. “I want to apologize again for what I did. The moment you started spilling your heart and telling us the truth, I started to regret everything. I’m sorry for dragging Seokmin into it. It really did start as a joke but we both got way too into the plan and once Seokmin saw that it was working, we thought we couldn’t back down at that point.” 

He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I also…didn’t really think of how the dynamic would change if you started to date Shua. I’ve never been in a relationship where there was more than just the two of us but it didn’t seem like a bad idea when I thought about it. I know Shua and I are similar but very different. From what I’ve heard, you both compliment each other well like we compliment each other. The only thing I’m worried about, which is probably dumb because I’m the one with the actual poor communication, is the idea that you would just up and leave me to be with Shua fully.” 

You are supposed to be angry at him- 

But your currently icy heart was melting and your gaze softened. “Hannie…” 

“All I’m saying is that if you are actually going to leave me, can I get some sort of warning?” 

“Jeonghan, I don’t think that is something you’ll need to worry about, but I appreciate the honesty.” 

Then…Then you talked, really talked about the situationship . You had asked Jeonghan to explain when he found out Joshua liked you, which was the day of the god damn gala, why didn’t you notice it earlier? It apparently took days of probing from Jeonghan to get a straight answer from the third leader. Jeonghan realized it the moment you walked into the living room when Joshua’s breath caught in his chest and his eyes were only on you. Then throughout the night, Jeonghan caught him stealing a glance or simply staring openly. 

Though you really wanted to keep it to yourself, Jeonghan pressed you to tell him when you started to notice Joshua in more than just a friendly way. You didn’t break until he had your face in his hands, teasing you , cooing that he wanted to know your little secret. Then he was laughing at you because you brought up the first time you went to Ruby… Between his fit and gasping for air, Jeonghan insisted he knew it and he had been waiting for so long for it all to come to light. 

You hit him on the arm, but Jeonghan grabbed you, laughing still as he pulled you into a tight hug. As you did return the embrace, you muttered he still needed to make up for his mistakes, which he promised he would. 

The only thing Jeonghan asked in regards to the time you’d be splitting is to try and make it equal. He admitted to wanting a lot of your attention, he was your boyfriend first, but he promised to talk out any jealousy he might feel if it came to him actually feeling jealous. Both of you admitted to wondering what the new territory would look like, and you really hammered down on the idea of communication since you wanted fairness overall. 

Then he brought up if you wanted to sit down with him and Joshua, seeing as the other man was avoiding you. Part of you knew it was for the best to talk after a week of mutual silence, you also needed to talk with Seokmin and give him a piece of your mind, but he looked like a kicked puppy all week so you might go easy on him. 

And that's how Jeonghan was peeling himself away from the hug he captured you in, peppering sweet kisses over your forehead, cheeks, and nose, before he was out the bedroom door. You managed to sit yourself back up against the headboard, tapping your hands over your legs to distract yourself from any looming anxiety since you didn’t know how Joshua would react or if he’d even agree to the already questionable poly relationship.

And there was something you completely forgot about to ask Jeonghan because if this was turning into a more open-ish relationship, does that mean either of them would be going off and dating other people too outside of you?

Now that left the most disgusting, sour, jealous taste in your mouth. 

Your train of thought was cut short when the door opened once more and Jeonghan walked in, trailed by Joshua. The oldest of the two simply bounced his way onto the bed in his original seat and patted the empty space beside him for Joshua to sit. 

“You look suspiciously happy.” Joshua managed to mutter out, his gaze pointed at Jeonghan but sat down beside his friend. 

“Can’t someone just be happy, Shua~?” Jeonghan teased, but you willed yourself to not roll your eyes. 

“It’s late.” Was all Joshua retorted, moving his eyes from Jeonghan to you and suddenly you felt self-conscious. “I’m guessing you guys talked?” 

You opened your mouth but quickly glanced away from him, nodding. “Yeah, we talked.” 

“Cool, can I punch him?” 

Furrowing your brow, you looked back to Joshua, able to see there was probably residual anger in his eyes from last week. “Uh- I mean, I’m not gonna stop you if that’s what you want to hear.” 

It was only a matter of seconds after your answer that Joshua hit Jeonghan in the arm hard. Then Jeonghan punched back and then they were trying to get each other in a headlock, leggings being kicked out- 

“Hey- whoa! I’m sitting here and I don’t wanna be kicked by either of you!” You grabbed a pillow and sat up, pelting them with the fluff filled weapon when neither of them listened. “You had all week to fight him and you are not going to fight when I want to have a conversation with both of you!” 

At this point, both were yelling and whining at one another, clothes getting disheveled and hair sticking up in a few directions. They stopped for a moment once a few of your pillow attacks hit. Joshua had successfully grappled Jeonghan with his arm around the other’s neck but no pressure was applied. They looked at each other than at you and you hit them both once more each. 

Leveling each of them with a glare, they untangled themselves and sat further apart, each huffing out in annoyance. Both were either pouting or sulking and you weren’t going to tolerate any of it. 

“If you both are going to pout and scoff like kids, I’m not going to continue talking for the night.” It was like dealing with children. 

Joshua was the first to murmur out an apology, crossing his arms over his chest. Jeonghan was quick to follow, pushing his hair back to hopefully tame some of the unruliness their scuffle caused. 

“Now that you are here, Shua…I’d like to discuss the- oh god what do I even call this? This situationship.” Clearing your throat, you settled back down, tracing unknown patterns with your fingers against the pillow you used against them. “I want your honest opinion on it. What you thought of…Jeonghan’s suggestion.” 

His eyes wandered around in thought, a twitch to his lips when something popped into his head. One look at Jeonghan showed he was sharing some of the same anxiety that coursed through you. 

“I’m not sure what to make of it.” Was what Joshua managed to say, lifting his eyes to look between Jeonghan than you. “Would I like to be in a relationship with you? Yes. I think the two weeks we spent hanging out and doing things together let me imagine what dating you would be like. However, because of a certain someone,” A glare was focused at Jeonghan, “I’m curious how piss poor his communication would be.” 

“I’m trying to get better at it!” Jeonghan tried to defend himself but Joshua continued to glare. 

“I think the concern is fair.” Nodding along, you sighed. “A relationship with more than two people involved relies heavily on communication that I think all of us could be better at. It requires a lot of honesty, ground rules, and maybe some boundaries depending on how things work out.” 

“I’ve spent the last week trying to wrap my head around it. If we are being honest here, I’ve been avoiding both you and Jeonghan since you left the penthouse last weekend.” Joshua sighed as well, “I think Jeonghan and I can both agree we usually don’t get really mad at one another, maybe we’ve had some banter and useless arguments but nothing serious like this.” 

“I’ve been apologizing for a week straight to him too. It got to the point he blocked me until yesterday.” Jeonghan jumped in. “Kinda sucks having your girlfriend and best friend angry at you. Even when it is well deserved.” 

“I’d like for us to try this out though.” Joshua’s word had you pushing out a deep breath. “I don’t want to break up whatever relationship you and Jeonghan have, but I also know that I’ve been getting more jealous as time goes on. Seeing the two of you together-” He scratched the back of his neck. “Anyways-” 

“Should we talk about rules?” Jeonghan flopped onto his side, resting his head near your legs, taking one of his pillows to get comfortable. 

With a nod from both you and Joshua, you pulled your phone out and opened a note, ready to write down whatever the three of you agreed on.

The first major rule you wrote down without needing proper approval was communicating in person when you need to discuss anything regarding the relationships. You did not want to have arguments or relationship problem discussions over text or the phone. Both thought it was for the best to mitigate miscommunication since there was already an issue there. 

The second rule Jeonghan insisted on being added was fairness in time spent between him and Joshua. There wasn’t going to be priority over either one of them. If he gets to see you x amount of days, so does Joshua and vice versa. Joshua also made a suggestion of spending time together as the three of you as well. He was still Jeonghan’s friend and did want time to hang out with him outside of work. There would be no set schedule other than telling each other the plans for the day and if one of them wanted to take you out or you were busy so you couldn’t. 

That led to Jeonghan making a group chat. The moment the name popped up, you rolled your eyes hard. “Did you really name it Threeway? ”

“I see no issue with this.” 

Joshua brought up that he didn’t care if he heard about your dates with Jeonghan now since he didn’t have too much of a reason to be jealous anymore. Jeonghan agreed that he actually liked hearing about your little dates with Joshua when he was away, knowing you were being well taken care of. 

The more the three of you spoke, the more little things were added into the rules. One of the main things you wanted was regular check-ins with them to see if things were working or if something needed to change for the better. If something was wrong, you wanted to know and figure out how the three of you could fix it. You hoped each of you would be heard properly.

Then…you brought up them specifically dating other people. Your words were hesitant, unsure, but both of them stared at you in bewilderment.

“Mouse, what the hell are you talking about?” Joshua asked first, taken aback. 

“I’m just saying!” You put your phone down, trying to make sense of the words in your head. “Like- That’s like the other thing about Poly, right? You guys….dating other people? I don’t know!” 

Jeonghan snickered, sitting up from where he was beside you. “Awe~ You really think I’d find someone else to put up with me? That’s cute.” 

“I’m being serious, guys.” Slumping, you sighed, sulking at him. 

“And that is what makes you adorable.” He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to your pouting lips. “I don’t know about Shua, but I am perfectly content, no one else is needed.” 

“I’ll second that.” Joshua chimed in, sitting back on his hands. “And you guys are gross.” 

“Oh shut up, you’re going to be kissing her in no time!”

“Scratch my earlier comment, Jeonghan, maybe I do hate you.”

By the end of the rules and regulations, Jeonghan was half laying on your lap on his phone and Joshua was sitting beside you, looking over your shoulder to peer at your phone, finalizing the list and sending the list over to the group chat. 

“So!” Jeonghan sat up quickly, beaming at you and Joshua. “Who gets to take Mouse on the first poly date!?” 

You and Joshua met eyes before a pillow was in your hand, hitting Jeonghan directly in the face with it.

The youngest three dragged you out of the house mid afternoon the next day, Seungkwan’s hands covering your eyes while Vernon and Chan guided you outside. You hadn’t even changed out of your pajamas, only lounging around the living room since getting up and out of bed. They said something about a surprise but you were hesitant with your steps out the front door from what you could tell. 

“It’s nothing to be scared of, promise.” Seungkwan’s voice next to your ear had you frowning.

“Why don’t I trust you?” 

“Because you never trust him.” Vernon chimed in, taking you slowly down the stairs. “Ready?” 

“No? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be ready for!” 

There was a snicker – no, a giggle – and you knew Minghao was outside. “Is this a family fucking spectical?!” 

No one responded aside from Seungkwan, hearing him count down from three before his hands were removed from your eyes and the light hit your face. 

You blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust, your gaze fell on a car and the huge, bright red bow sitting on top of it. 

But…it wasn’t just a simple car …it was an expensive car…It was a Corvette…A silver Corvette Stingray…

You blinked once, twice, thrice…

“Do you like it?” Seungkwan popped into your line of sight. 

Your eyes flicked to him then back to the car. “This is a hundred thousand dollar car…” 

“Yeah! But it was nothing!” He strolled towards the vehicle, opening the door and did a ‘presenting’ hand motion. “You said you didn’t have a car, so I got you a car-” 

“You got me a car?” Your eyes narrowed into a glare. “Really?” 

“Well, it was me, Nonnie, and Chan!” There was a change in his tone that had you raising a brow. 

“Why do you sound like you are lying to me?” 

“Lying?” Seungkwan scoffed and you knew instantly he was lying to you. “I’m not lying to you, Mouse.” 

There was a moment where Seungkwan’s eyes flickered to the side, to one of the other guys, and you followed his gaze only to have your eyes land on Seungcheol who was looking away from either of you. The leader was trying to seem uninterested but there was a tension in his shoulders. 

“Seungcheol?” 

He glanced at you with disinterest, raising a thick brow. “What?” 

“Did you buy me this?” 

“Why would I buy you something?” There wasn’t a bite to his tone. 

“I don’t know, Seungcheol ,” You almost said his name like a mom, “Why would Seungkwan be lying about being me a car?” 

His lips twitched but no answer came. You both stood in a stare down before he turned away, waving a hand over his shoulder as he walked inside, muttering something under his breath that you didn’t catch. You didn’t miss Joshua and Jeonghan sharing an unreadable look. 

Chan appeared at your side, taking your hand and dragging you over to the car, babbling something about needing to take you to an empty lot to really test the power of the car's engine, sliding a key into your hand. 

“How the fuck am I going to explain this to any of my coworkers if they ask?” 

“Uhhh, I dunno, say Seokmin got it for you.” Vernon suggested. 

“Vernon…” You gave him a deadpanned glare. “That is worse than saying I have a sugar daddy.” 

In the background, you could hear a gasp come from the aforementioned man before a whine of your name followed. 

“Then, I dunno.” Vernon whined, “Say some long lost uncle or some shit got it for you. Also why does it fucking matter? Just tell them to piss off.” 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “See, this is how I know you’ve never worked in an office ever in your life.” 

You had determined that after taking the car for a small joy ride, you’d find Seokmin in the house and talk. That small joyride turned into Soonyoung giving you an impromptu driving lesson, also known as basically street racing. Jeonghan and Joshua had a small argument of who was going to drive with you first after that but Mingyu was already in the passenger seat. 

There was a joke from Wonwoo that they could get rid of Jihoon’s car to make space for yours in the garage but you waved him off when Jihoon bulked in disbelief that he was being ‘ tossed aside ’. You promised you wouldn’t get him booted from the garage, but you’d definitely boot either Joshua or Jeonghan for the joke. 

When you managed to get inside, you found Seungcheol on his phone, laying down on the couch. Sighing to yourself, you trudged over, standing beside where he lied until his eyes lifted to you. He didn’t say anything, but the longer you stood over him in silence, he frowned. 

“Why are you hovering?”

“I’m debating on if I should say thank you or just annoy you. Haven’t decided yet.” 

“Make the choice faster, I want to take a nap.” 

Closing your eyes to stop them from rolling, you shoved your hands in the pockets of your sweatshirt. “Thank you for the car.” 

All he did was hum in return, flicking his eyes between your face and his phone. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Sure, Jan.” You shouldn’t have expected anything else in response from him. “Either way, thanks.”

Steeping away, you huffed to yourself. What the hell was his problem with you constantly? 

Anyways…you were on a slight mission.

Getting Seokmin to sit down with you and talk was easy.

You totally didn’t just barge into his room after hearing the sound of different Tik Tok audios, only to find him curled up in bed half asleep. He barely reacted, staring blankly in confusion as you shuffled over and flopped beside him, pulling some over his comforter to cover your legs. 

Seokmin didn’t have a moment to question your presents before you whined about how you had a car now and you couldn’t sit in the car together for the entire trip to the house talking mad shit. You could hear him chuckle but you continued on. 

“I can’t even believe this dude got me a car!” You sat up quickly, staring down at him in exasperation. “Do you know how expensive that car is? I’m not a car girl but I’m not an idiot.” 

He tried to hold back his laughter but a snort was heard. “It’s even better when I tell you he had it shipped in since he got a top of the line model.”

“I’m going to short circuit. Why the fuck did he get me a car so expensive?” 

“You’re guess is as good as mine. He ordered it, like, the day you said it was too expensive to get a car. Cheol texted me asking if red was okay and I said you wouldn’t like it so he got it finished in matte silver.” 

“Everyone at the office is going to lose it when they see it.” Lying yourself back down, you turned on your side to face him, pout prominent on your lips. 

“Ah~ You’ll be fine.” He snickered, giving you a bread smile before he sighed. “Are we good?” 

“I dunno, are you going to pull some stupid shit with Hannie again in a plot against me?” 

“I don’t plan on it because it all worked out in the end~” You hit him in the arm, he hit you in the arm with the same strength to not actually hurt you. “But I will do stupid shit with Jeonghan anytime because that’s what friends are for.” 

“I hate you.” 

“Honey, you could never hate me.” 

Why Soonyoung thought it was a great idea to drink, you didn’t know. He had the lowest alcohol tolerance, he just wanted attention when he drank, and this moment was no different. 

Here all of you were in various stages of being tipsy or drunk. Jeonghan was sipping slowly on a glass of wine sitting at your side while Joshua was on your other side, arm slung over the back of the couch behind you, nursing a rum and coke. For yourself, you joined Joshua on his beverage of choice, hearing Seokmin and Mingyu arguing with one another. 

The sight was comical, Soonyoung was hugging Seokmin around the waist, half asleep while the latter was holding himself back from possibly fighting the giant for Soonyoung’s sake. Mingyu was standing in the middle of the living room, literally and figuratively talking down to Seokmin. 

“I’m such a better shot than you!” Mingyu yelled through the living room, throwing his hands up. “Minghao can confirm it!” 

Seomin looked ready to kill him. “Well, you are pretty fucking bad at dodging them!” 

You choked on your drink, the alcohol burning the inside of your nose. There was silence for a moment before Jihoon bursted out laughing. You were stunned, jaw dropped and speechless. Joshua was really trying not to laugh at your side, but Jeonghan was simply smirking at the two of them. Wonwoo didn’t look too pleased with the argument but he simply continued to drink from the beer in his hand. 

“Both of you are morons.” Seungcheol’s gruff voice had everyone settling, “I’m the best shot out of everyone here.” 

Then the room was loud , everyone trying to defend themselves against the leader’s cocky comment. Everyone was talking over each other, pointing comments being flung around until Seungcheol continued once more. 

“Nah, nah, I’m the best shot, the best driver, I’m the best looking-” 

You scoffed, “ God, shut up. I’ve worn heels higher than your dick size.” 

The sound of Jeonghan choking had you lifting your eyes from the glass in your hand, confused before taking note that everyone's eyes were locked on you. 

That was the moment you realized you said the comment out loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Excuse me?” Seungcheol was staring daggers at you. 

Something inside you couldn’t back down from the impending bullshit you were going to endure. 

“I said,” You downed the rest of the rum-coke easily, clearing your throat. “I’ve worn heels higher than your dick size.”

“Do you want to put money down on that?” 

You shrugged. “Twenty bucks is twenty bucks.” 

There was a moment where you thought he was going to retort, he looked ready to by the fire blazing behind his eyes, but Seungcheol said nothing. He simply lifted the glass he had been drinking from to his lips and downed the rest of whatever he had and got up. 

“I’m going to bed.” 

Making only a small detour to place his cup in the sink, Seungcheol was disappearing down the hall. Joshua had long finished his drink, empty glass being held on his thigh. Jeonghan was still smirking, his wine glass was still half full. 

“Welp, it’s been an eventful day.” Seungkwan snickered, standing up, taking Vernon’s empty beer bottle and Chan’s glass before going to the kitchen. “I’m done for the night.” 

Slowly, everyone branched off for the night. Joshua had taken your and Jeonghan’s glasses once the older man was finished and Jeonghan whisked you away. 

Joshua did stop in, placing a small kiss to the crown of your head with a goodnight before he disappeared, but for the first time, Jeonghan stayed for the night. He changed in the bathroom while you only tugged your sweatshirt off and curled up, stretching your limbs out. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend joined you, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you close to his body. He peppered kisses to the back of your head, your cheek, and on the back of your neck.

He whispered sweet goodnights between those kisses, even pulling a small snicker from you when he nestled in comfortably behind you. 

“Goodnight, Mouse.” 

“Mhmm, Goodnight, Hannie…”

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[bunny-theia]

What would re4r order from a pizza place?

This post is simply my opinion from seeing play-throughs and getting a feel for these characters personalities. If you disagree, please be kind and feel free to tell me your own personal headcanons in the replies and reblogs. ♡

Ada Wong:

Ada probably doesn't order much because she's always busy, so I can imagine her just getting the potato wedges most of the time she orders.

Definitely likes the BBQ chicken pizza but can't choose between that and a vegetarian option, so she gets a medium half & half.

Severely dislikes margherita pizza because she wants something with more flavour.

Will never share her pizza.

Ashley Graham:

It's confirmed that she's a sorority girl (her phone has a sorority sticker on it), so she's probably ordered many pizzas in her life after parties or after her college lectures.

This girl is experienced in pizza choosing and uses the create your own option to get pepperoni, green peppers and whatever other options she wants to change it up.

Never orders a side.

Leon Kennedy:

Nobody can convince me otherwise that this man gets anything other than an American hot pizza and still complains that the jalapeños are too spicy after (even though he devours the whole thing).

He probably gets extra chicken on his pizzas for the protein.

Always orders one when he gets home after a mission because he's too tired to cook and is not eating any more raw fish.

His favourite side is the fries.

Luis Sera:

Luis would probably go for something heavy and rich like a meat lover's pizza. This man is if a heavy spanish cologne was personified, no way he'd eat a hawaiian or light vegetarian pizza.

Orders cheesy garlic bread on the regular.

He probably ordered quite a lot when he worked in the umbrella labs because he'd want to relax, or he'dinvite a colleague to smoke and eat together.

[abiiors]

cozy making dinner wt home/movie night blurb !!

oooohhh i love writing domestic fluff!!

the whole kitchen smells absolutely mouth-watering. what’s even more mouth-watering, however, is matty at the hob, flipping the chicken on the cast iron griddle. one side of it is deliciously golden-brown and crispy, and under his breath, matty hums some tune. 

so you sit there at the dining table and watch him in his element—quick deft movements as if he’s had a chef’s training. but this is not supposed to be anything special, just him cooking for you after what’s been a really hard week at work. 

fifteen minutes ago, he announced that all you need to do today is sit still and look pretty. he’ll handle the rest. 

“you always look pretty anyway,” he grins, “just need to sit at the table and talk to me love. let me take care of you.”

and so here you are, sipping on a can of coke and talking to him about some trivial work drama. 

“she won’t even acknowledge that it’s her fault!” you whine and matty hums in response, “and then me and my team have to clean up her messes, can you believe it? if this were my business, i would have fired her ages ago.”

“so stop cleaning up her messes,” his tone is nonchalant, and matty rests the spatula to one side. 

“babe,” he crosses the distance between you, standing right in front of you now and placing a little kiss on your head. “i’m serious. stop cleaning up after others. i don’t like seeing you so burnt out and exhausted.”

you take another, knowing what he’s saying is right. this is not your cross to bear. “yeah, i know, i know…” 

there’s a pause where the only sound is the chicken sizzling on the griddle. but then you sigh, softly nuzzling your head in his chest. “you’re right. you always are—”

“i’ll remind you of this the next time you argue with me,” he teases and you shush him with a playful glare.

“but! i’m not going to waste my breath on that. not when you’re being so sweet to me.”

his squawk of outrage makes you giggle. "i'm always sweet to you!"

at that point, it’s almost irresistible to control your impulsive thoughts. so just as matty turns to go back to the chicken, you slap his ass, laughing at the dirty little look he throws your way. 

“look at you, a proper house-husband!”

matty rolls his eyes, thoroughly unimpressed but at the last moment you see him crack a little smile and shake his head.

“go pick out a movie for us to watch,” he instructs and then winces, “but please baby… please! do not make me watch a hallmark christmas movie again.”

“i thought this was about making me feel better?”

he groans, defeated by that logic, and you stifle a giggle knowing you were on your way to do exactly that.  

ten minutes later, as you settle on the sofa under heaps of blankets and covered in the glow of the telly, matty appears with two plates loaded with pasta and garlic bread. his hair’s all over the place, messy curls everywhere, and his collarbone is visible from the way the sleeve of his jumper falls off his shoulder. but what melts your heart the most is his soft smile and even softer eyes. 

he sets the plates down on the coffee table and makes his way next to you under the blankets. his arm wraps around your waist and matty leans in to give you a quick kiss before handing you your plate. 

the pasta smells absolutely delicious and looks gorgeously creamy so it’s no surprise when you moan at the cheesy first bite, barely even paying attention to his laugh.

“that good?” he asks. 

“the best! when did you get so good at this, huh?

“oi!” he pokes your side, doing it again when you try to squirm away from him, “i’ve always been this good.”

he knows not to wait for a response because you’re already busy inhaling the food. instead, matty faces the telly again, groaning fondly at the hallmark christmas movie that’s waiting for him. 

[madameaug]

I really love your stories sm idk if you take requests or not but if you are could I request where Jungkook won’t stop smacking and grabbing his girlfriends butt (we all know he’s an ass man i can 100% confirm that ☝🏽🤓)

Agreed, agreed. Jungkook may not be touchy in public, but in private. Heh well that's a different story.

Pairing: Jennette x Jungkook

*this is just the outfit Jennette is in*

"I hate the cold so much," Jennette muttered to herself. She had gotten up twice in the past two minutes to grab a thicker blanket. The thermostat read 67 degrees, but it felt like the Arctic. Winters in Korea were no joke. She yearned for nothing else than for the Georgia heat. After taking the next big step in their relationship. Jennette made the big move across two large oceans to Busan. Her adjustment period was much quicker than that of other Americans moving to a homogenous country. She had her boyfriend Jungkook, his friends, and her co-workers. Who knew South Korea was in desperate need of social workers. Jennette worked for a private multi-million fertility adoption clinic. Ensuring that children who were in foster care went to good homes. She loved her job, the people she worked with, and the couple extra hundred dollars in her biweekly paycheck.

After another week of going to the office, Jennette and Jungkook decided to host a game night. It was a tradition that started six months ago that the two couples and Yoongi would hang out with each other at least once a month.

She had Twister, Cards Against Humanity, Game of Life, and Uno across the glass table in her living room. Earlier in the week she deep cleaned the carpet. So she could just relax and wait for her guest and Jungkook to arrive. With perfect timing, Jungkook's key chains rocked against the door, announcing his return.

"I got the pasta, baby." Jennette had been talking about her favorite cheesy pasta dish at the local Italian mom-and-pop shop. It was loaded with four different types of cheeses. The pasta was made in-house and beautifully cut into an angel hair shape she loved, along with the prestigious garlic bread with just enough crunch.

"Thank you so much, bug." Handing her the bag, Jennette took a moment to allow the thin paper bag to sit on her lap. Enjoying the transfer of heat from the food onto her thighs. She relaxed into the couch, slowly transcending into heaven.

"The girls texted me not long ago. They are crossing the bridge, so they should be here soon."

"Okay."

Coming back from the kitchen, Jungkook admired Jennette's form. She is beyond a blanket burrito status. All you could see was the round puff of her cheeks and her purple glasses. Two thick comforters wrapped around her head from head to toe.

"Baby, are you that cold?"

She couldn't even respond to the simple question due to her uncontrollable teeth chattering. Motioning her to come to him. Like a cricket, Jennette was rubbing her feet together. Attempting anything to get some warmth.

"Its to- too cold."

"Lemme warm you up." He leaned over and flipped the switch, igniting the fireplace in the living room. The fire put on a warm glow on Jungkook's olive skin.

"You have two minutes." It took Jennette a couple of seconds to untangle herself from the wrap of blankets. Shuddering over to Jungkook, she hugged him. Her hands slipped past his denim jacket and touched his warm, bare skin. Jungkook had to control himself from jumping at the cold touch. He placed his head horizontally over hers. Jungkook rarely had an issue with skinship. He was going to take any chance he had to be in Jennette's personal space. If he could shrink himself to fit in her skin, best believe he would.

Jennette sunk her head so that her face was in front of his abdomen. Her lower back was now low enough for Jungkook to get the perfect view of her butt crack.

Jungkook took it upon himself to rub her butt is a soothing manner. Jennette was too busy soaking in the warmth to nag him about his frisky hands. Jungkook used the palm of his hands to rub her behind in a circular pattern. This would have put her to sleep if they weren't expecting their friends to arrive in a few minutes. The couple stood in a comfortable silence, slightly rocking. Jennette couldn't lie and say that Jungkook was an efficient heater. She squeezed him tighter.

"I don't know how you can remain so warm. YOO! WHAT THE FUCK!" Jennette screamed, holding onto her pants. Jungkook, slightly embarrassed, hid the smile growing on his lips.

"Sorry baby I got carried away."

In one swift motion, Jungkook's big hands took an oversized grip on her ass. He lifted Jennette off the ground with all his strength, effectively startling her. Calming down, she swatted his chest.

"I gotta keep my eye on you." Jennette laughed off the manner, not knowing what more the night and Jungkook would have to offer.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The six adults were in an intense round of Twister. Jungkook and Nala were already out for not keeping their hands on the designated color. Now, it was just Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jennette. Hoseok looked like a cool cucumber. Twister was simply a flexibility test to him. A piece of cake. He was glad he was pretty limber, or this bridge position would have been challenging to hold. He now had to move his left foot to a yellow dot just an inch away from where it originally was.

"Ha! Easy."

Now it was Jennette's turn. Out of the three of them, she was in the most accessible position. She was a simple upright position with her legs slightly spread. Yoongi was hunched over with one hand touching the mat. The spinner was behind her, so she asked Jungkook to flick the spinner for her.

"Ooo, left hand on blue." Nala cheesed.

Jennette gulped, assuming a downward dog position. She could only maintain this position for a few seconds until her right hand could be another circle. Preferably another blue circle. Trying to keep her balance, her hips swayed in the hair. Catching the lingering eyes of Jungkook. From this angle, nothing was stopping Jungkook from staring. Sipping on his beer, he found himself in deep thought.

Did Jennette's butt get bigger?

Jungkook looked like that meme of the woman with math equations floating across her face. The further he lingered on his girlfriend's curves, the more complicated it would be for him to pretend to be expected in front of his friends. But genuinely, he was confused. The loungeset was naturally baggy. Even her pants pooled at her ankles. Yet it appeared to become body-contouring at certain parts. Her thighs and butt to be particular. There was no panty line shown in her pants. Just the upper fatty portion of her behind. It was a sunrise over flat land. All you can see is how big and wide the sun truly is. There are no trees or buildings to shrink the overgrown star.

Her butt must have really gotten bigger.

Letting his impulses get the best of him, Jungkook popped Jennette's behind. The force was enough to get Jennette to break formation, eliminating her from the game.

"Jungkook!"

"One down, one more to go."

"That's not fair!"

"Don't be a sore loser, babe. Come join us at the loser couch."

Hoseok was okay with the obvious Jungkook interference. He was too competitive to care about 'fairness'. Out was out, and he now stood a more substantial chance at winning. In his eyes, Jungkook just helped his case by eliminating Jennette.

" You're the worst." She folded her arms now watching the battle between Yoongi and Hoseok.

<3 <3 <3 <3

"Alright, what is up with you?" Jennette pulled Jungkook into the kitchen away from their friends' sitting, watching a cheesy Hallmark Thanksgiving film.

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything."

"Your hand was literally down my pants." He wasn't being completely inappropriate. He was tired of massaging the fabric of her lounge pants. He wanted to touch the real thing. He had to ensure that his eyes weren't playing tricks about the actual size of Jennette's ass. So he slid his hand down her pants, rubbing her bare behind.

Jennette stuck her head out, ensuring her friends were still watching the movie. She could see that they were dozing off. Yoongi's eyes were closed, and his baseball cap covered his eyes.

"You don't want me to touch you? That's all you had to say."

"No, it's not that. It's just- well. You are typically more reserved with your touches, especially in front of others."

"You're beauty had just been hitting different baby. I don't want to take it for granted."

"I literally look the same Jungkook."

"Your pants say otherwise. You've been filling out your pants, baby."

"Nig- boy shut up. Stop playing."

"I'm serious. You getting thick on me." Jungkook new what words to blow up Jennette's head with. For all of her adult life, she was on the slimmer side. A 'skinny fat'. The weight that she did gain went to her thighs, skipping her ass entirely. Now hearing from Jungkook that her butt was getting bigger, she was feeling herself.

"Are you sure." She spun around to examine her own butt.

While standing in the kitchen, she fixed herself another scoop of the cheesy pasta that she had yet to finish earlier.

"Before, I only needed one hand, but now I need two. Almost a third hand."

Jennette busted out laughing. Jungkook tapped Jennette's butt rhythmically. Playing with her ass like there were literal bongos (no Cardi or Meg)

Taking her spoon, she gathered a generous amount. She held the spoon ready to feed Jungkook. He opened his mouth and accepted. Moaning at the four different cheeses.

"See? It's so good." She alternated feeding him and herself. Yet again Jungkook's hands found themselves on her butt. Grabbing handfuls of her butt, with not a care in the world.

XOXO

(now cleaned up)

[ask-shane]

Shane, it's Elsie. Can you grab a pizza on your way home, and maybe some garlic bread? I burned dinner.

Okay, love you champ, see you in a few.

(sorry I couldn't resist sending a sweet little ask from my OC because she loves her chicken man oh so much and so do I).

hey elsie. you burned dinner again…?

that’s fine. you of all people know i don’t mind some pizza for dinner. with some cheesy garlic bread? you could burn every meal.

i’ll pick that up for you when i come get from work. hang tight.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in a Home-Cooked Meal

Summary - Part 50 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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A/N: Happy New Year! I hope you all had some great celebrations with family and friends. 

Over the few days without Sam and Dean, you and Destiny do face masks, makeup, manicures, pedicures, and watch many movies. You both enjoy the freedom and relaxation of it all. You and Dean text as much as possible, assuring the other that you’re safe. You Google the property from the newspaper and peruse the photos for hours, imagining what it could look like with your few belongings inside and with your and Dean’s touch. You almost send him the link to the advertisement, but stop yourself. He always takes things better in person, and so many changes have already occurred recently. You don’t know how he’ll take another massive life change so soon. 

He texted you this morning saying they were hitting the road and coming home today. The hunt had been more difficult than they had hoped. But that’s not unusual. There’s always some turn that drags them out. You know the territory well, so you didn’t complain or make him feel worse. You just offered help from the Bunker; completing research late into the night while Destiny slept. 

Now knowing he’ll be home for dinner you set off working hard in the kitchen, Destiny at your side. Despite not liking the smell or taste of any of the ingredients, she helps eagerly. With her help, you manage to cook a decent-looking three-course meal. You have cheesy garlic bread and tomato soup to start, a mixed roast with chicken and veggies for the main and a large apple pie for dessert. You feel bad that Destiny won’t enjoy eating anything she helped create, but her happiness shows you that she just enjoyed the process and being able to do something nice for Dean especially. Once you’re done cooking, Destiny even helps you with the mountain of dirty dishes, not wanting to create or leave any extra work for the boys when they get home after the rough hunt and long trip. You want to just snuggle up with your husband after dinner and not worry about anything. 

While they’ve been away, you even had Destiny sleeping alone in her room. You would stay with her and chat until she fell asleep and then wait a while after but then you’d sneak out to the library to do research for the boys. And for the first time, last night she finally stayed the whole night in her own bed. She didn’t wake up crying or crawl into your bed. You’re not sure if it’s all the relaxation techniques you’ve been trying or if she’s just finally adapting, or a mix of both, but you’re glad all the same; for her sake and yours. You just hope she’ll do it again tonight so you can finally have a quiet night – or even an eventful one – with your husband alone. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The boys finally arrive home around 6 pm. You and Destiny are snuggling on your bed watching another anime when Dean walks in. He instantly dumps his bag on the floor and dives onto the bed with you both, wrapping you both up in his arms. 

“I’ve missed you guys,” he says as he kisses Destiny’s head and then pulls you in for a soft kiss.

“We’ve missed you too. But we had a fun girl’s week too.” You pause the movie causing Destiny to pout. “But you must be hungry. Dinner’s ready and waiting.” Dean looks at you mischievously and you instantly know what he’s thinking. You give him a stern look and shake your head. “It’s in the kitchen.”

“Can I tell Sam?” Destiny asks, surprising you both.

“Sure, go ahead,” you say encouragingly. You smile as she crawls off the bed excitedly and scurries down the hall. 

Dean takes the opportunity to pull you closer to his chest and kiss you passionately. He starts to get carried away, pushing you down into the soft memory foam mattress as he crawls over you. “I’m sure you cooked a delicious meal, but the only dinner I want is right here.” he kisses down your neck as you fight to contain yourself.

“As amazing as that sounds…the door’s open and that little girl will have a lot of questions if we don’t go out there or if she sees this. And I’m not ready to answer those questions. Are you?” you ask as you push him to sit up.

He sighs. “No. Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because you love me. And she’s growing on you. You’re great with kids, I know you wanted one. Anyway, you’ve lasted longer celibate.”

“Yeah, but I only just got to give that up and get you back again. I miss you. I miss feeling you and making love to you.”

“She slept all night in her own bed last night.”

“Really?”

“Yep. No nightmares. No waking up.”

Dean kisses you deeply with a big smirk. “Let’s go eat. The sooner we eat, the sooner it can be bedtime,” he says excitedly when he pulls away.

“You’re such a dork,” you say laughing as he climbs off the bed and pulls you with him.

“But I’m your dork.”

“That you are. For ever and ever.”

With a spring in his step, he leads you to the kitchen where he finds the feast laid out on the small table, complete with the best cutlery and crockery you could find in the dusty old cupboards. Sam and Destiny are already sitting down. Sam has a plate full of food in front of him while Destiny has the cow heart you put aside earlier; it’s a stark contrast to the vision the rest of the meal creates but you accept it. While researching their case, you also looked through the library for a cure for lycanthropy but the only thing you could find was for newly turned werewolves and only if they hadn’t fed on human hearts. Destiny being born a werewolf and also the fact that her father was feeding her human hearts exclude her from that option. But you and Dean agreed to take her on as she is in that park, so you accept her, cow hearts and all. You smile as you sit down beside her and start to fill your own plate. Dean sits beside Sam, across from you, and starts to fill his plate too. 

“This is delicious. Thanks Y/N. Much better than diner food,” Sam says. “I could get used to you staying here and us coming home to this.”

You smile at him and nod, but you feel guilty. The photos of the house on the hill filter through your mind. Could you really be happy here, like this? Raising a little girl in a Bunker? Will Dean ever really get out if you stay? He promised. He said he wanted to get out. He’s finally ready. But if we stay here… 

Dean notices the small frown as your mind wanders and nudges your leg under the table, bringing you back to the present. He catches your eyes, silently asking if you’re okay. You nod and focus on eating the meal you put so much time, effort and passion into cooking. Of course, he’s not convinced but he lets it go for now. He knows you’ll talk when you’re ready. 

After dinner and dessert, everyone helps to tidy up from the meal and do the dishes. Sam then retreats to his room while you start on the nightly routine you established over the last week. You make sure Destiny showers and brushes her teeth before you tuck her into her bed. You then sit on the end of the bed and go through some of the meditation exercises you found online that are meant to help with nightmares and insomnia. You have a feeling these exercises would be beneficial for your husband too, but you know it will be a push to get him to try them. Maybe in time, you can make them a family thing, but for now, you’re content with doing them with Destiny. When she starts to yawn and curl up in the blankets you place a kiss on her head and turn out the main light, leaving just the little dog-shaped nightlight on. You thought it was a little on the nose at first, but she chose it and wouldn’t put it down in the store so you happily bought it for her. You sit in a comfy chair by the door and wait for her breathing to even out. As you wait you start to drift off, but Dean peaks his head in and kisses your head.

“She asleep?” he asks quietly.

You watch the steady rise and fall of her body as she breathes for a moment and then nod. He offers you his hand which you take and he leads you to your room. He’s dressed in a pair of loose sweats and an old T-shirt, indicating he already showered while waiting for you. You frown as he climbs into bed, beckoning you to join him.

“I haven’t showered yet.”

“Sorry, did you want me to wait for you? I can always shower again if you want me to join…” You shake your head. “Come on, you look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up. Shower later. Come cuddle your husband. He’s so very cold and lonely. And misses having his sexy wife in his arms.”

“Only if he stops talking about himself in the third person.”

“Just come here, Sweetheart.” He opens his arms wide, inviting you to lay on his chest. You don’t make him wait, you crawl onto the bed and into his waiting arms. He tightens his grip around you as you get comfortable.

Despite, falling asleep not minutes earlier and the comfort of Dean's embrace and steady breathing you couldn’t be more awake. The thoughts of what Sam said earlier along with your own concerns and the images of the house swirl around your mind. 

“You still awake?” you ask quietly, not wanting to wake him if he is.

“You wanna talk about what was on your mind at dinner?” he asks as he rubs your back.

You nod, and then say, “Are we still planning to get out?”

You feel him tense a little as his hand stops moving on your back. After a moment he nods. “We’re not gonna raise Destiny in the Bunker forever are we?”

“Are we gonna stop answering each other's questions with more questions?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? To what? We’re not answering with questions or?”

He chuckles lowly. “Both. I meant it when I said I was ready. We’re married now, we have a daughter (essentially), you cook delicious three-course-meals…I think we can manage.”

“Hey!” you say mocking offence. “I kinda enjoy the housewife, stay-at-home-mom thing. I think I’d want to do something eventually, especially when or if Destiny goes to school full-time. But for now, I’m happy for the break. I know you’d need to stay busy though…”

“Maybe I could follow in Bobby’s footsteps. I am pretty good with cars. We just need the house in the suburbs with the white picket fence.”

“Or maybe we don’t…” you reach over onto your bedside table for your phone and bring up the ad as he looks at you confused. “It’s not in the suburbs and it doesn’t have a fence, let alone a white picket one, but I think it’s perfect.” You bite your lip as you hand him your phone and he scrolls through the photos.

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