#her lil turkey neck

[melrosing]

vhagar’s sagging chin literally so endearing to me I’ll forgive her anything

[lotusunique]

The Engagement pt.4

Armando Aretas x Black Fem! Reader

A/n: I just realized I had this whole chapter just sitting in my drafts yall. So enjoy Ik it’s not much but😂

Continuation of The Engagement

The next morning

You wake up to Armando cuddling you, drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth, knocked out cold. You smile as you reminisce the events of last night…

You hop up from the bed, Armando’s shirt swaying with your movement. You make your way downstairs to see if there’s anything to make for breakfast. You look through the cabinet finding a box of pancakes and syrup before looking in the fridge, finding a pack of turkey bacon and eggs.

“Ouuu big breakfast don’t play”,You smile before pulling out the cookware you need. You set your phone down , turning on your favorite playlist from college.

You hear footsteps coming down the steps before turning to see Kelly in an oversized shirt,( obviously Dorns), and a blunt in her mouth. “Is this our bitches and bangers playlist from sophomore year?”, she asks a wide smirk across her face as she hands you the blunt.

The two of you exchange a look, knowing you don’t have to say a single word. The two of you start dancing to Lil Kim’s “The jump off”.

You continue to dance around the kitchen and cook with the blunt placed in between your brown lips. Before you know it the food is done and Kelly’s still dancing around the spacious kitchen.

You grab plates as you twerk a little like Tina fletcher. “Man I gotta piss”,Kelly groans before walking to the bathroom.

You turn around to see your ex standing behind you watching you dance. You straighten up realizing he can see your ass since your underwear was kinda up your ass. You pull the shirt down .

“Don’t worry baby , it’s nothing I haven’t seen before”,he smirks over at you. You scoff, “Don’t call me that shit” feeling grossed out.

“Now it’s don’t call you that”,he laughs sarcastically. “I said what the fuck I said. Call your girlfriend that bruh”,you roll your eyes. “Now that you’re messing wit that criminal, you got some base in ya voice”,He eyes you. “First off watch your mouth when it comes to my man. And that ‘criminal’ is more than a man than you’ll ever be. Trust.”,you say deadass.

He technically wasn’t your man and you wouldn’t say he was your man In front of him but still,point still stands.

“Now you standing up for him. You never stood up for me like that when we were together”,he grouches. “Well when the person who actually supports your dreams and makes you feel loved needs you to stand up for them it’s easy to do so”,You say with a smile.

“Ahem”,you hear from the steps. You turn to see Armando on the steps. “Good Morning princess”, He walks over to you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Hi my love”,you smile up at him.

He wraps his arms around your waist before turning the two of you to the stove. “That smells delicious”, he sniffs the air. “Good because I made it specially for you”,you smile. You really had made it for everyone but mainly You, Armando,and Kelly.

“You making me breakfast now?”,He smiles down at you. “Of course baby”,you smile. You were kinda putting on a show for Dex. But it felt nice to say all this to Armando..

“Let me taste it”,he says. You take a fork and slide a peice of a pancake onto the fork, that happened to be lying on a napkin nearby.

He leans his head back as he chews, “oh that is fucking amazing”,He says. “Really”,You laugh at his reaction. “Dead serious”,he laughs.

The two of you turn around to see Dexter still staring and standing like a dumbass. Armando still behind you, kisses you up and down your neck, softly, somewhat tasting your neck. You definitely gon have some hickies on your neck. “Did you need something ?”, you ask Dexter with a mischievous smile. “Nope.”,he says before stepping off. You turn around to Armando, “okay he’s gone. You don’t have to do that anymore”, you laugh.

“But I want to”, he looks down at you and pulls you closer. You swallow hard as Dorn comes down the steps. “Good morning”,he stretches. “Morning”,you look over to him. Kelly makes her way out the bathroom and damn near flys into her mans arms. You turn back to Armando, “Should we talk about last night?”,you say in a low tone.

“Last night?”,Dorn asks. “Oh do ya mean, ‘ohhh Armandoo’. ‘Yesssss’ ”,Kelly mocks you. “Fuck fuck”,Dorn mocks Armando. “Okay so you guys heard all of that”,You laugh. “For the record I don’t sound like that”,Armando says with a laugh escaping from his lips.

“Of course not baby it was much better than that”,You place your arms around his neck with a soft kiss on his neck.

“You wanna eat outside?”, he smiles down at you. “Yea sure”,you smile. “Go sit down I’ll make us a plate”, He says softly. “Okay”,you smile before going outside to sit near the pool.

“Bitch spill right fuckin now”,Kelly runs over to you . “Whadda ya mean?”,you ask playing dumb. “When the FUCK did that happen?”She asks damn near yelling. “Shut up damn”, you laugh. “I don’t know how to explain it things just happened.”,you say genuinely.

“What typa things. Bitch do not play with me right now”, She eyes you. “What specifically do you wanna know”,you ask looking over at her with a smirk. “What led to everything last night”,she says. “Honestly I initiated it when I was in the shower”,you shrug. “YOU DID IT IN THE SHOWER?”,she exclaims.

“No. Yes. Kinda “,you laugh. “And what was that exchange with Dex?”,she asks. “He’s just being a jealous asshole. Which is no longer my problem because Armando is the most secure sexiest man alive my god!”, you smile up to your ears.

You hear the sliding door of the balcony open and emerges Armando with two plates of breakfast. “Okay I’m gonna leave you two to it..”,Kelly hops up before exiting. Armando sits across from you on a pool chair.

“Thank you”,you say as he hands you your plate. “Your welcome love”,He smiles. “So about last night…”, you start. “I know that emotions may have been high yesterday so if you think that last night may have been an accident I understand”,you explain.

“Why would it have been an accident”,he eyes you. “I mean things happened so quickly. I just didn’t want you to feel like I pressured you into any of this.”,you say sincerely. “Y/n, if I didn’t want to do any of what we did yesterday…I would’ve said so”, he says softly.

You nod. “You know what I think.”,he starts . You raise an eyebrow. “I think you’re scared.”,he laughs. “Me?Scared?”,you glare at him. “Yep”,he pops the p. “And what would I be scared of?”,You ask, giving him a smile. “Of us. And how I make you feel.”,he says before sliding your chair right beside his. “And that terrifies you.”, he smirks over at you.

“Am I scared or are you just intimidating?”,you joke. “Both”,he laughs before eating the food on his plate.

[vvynia]

abby and your family’s thanksgiving

pairing: a. anderson x black southern belle!reader

genre: fluff w/ brief mention of smut (mdni)

word count: its headcanons so its short but idk the specific number sowwwy

warnings: not beta read, brief mentions of homophobia but only bc reader’s family isn’t like that, mention of family drama, pregnancy mention, brief moment where religion is talked about (saying grace/prayer)

synopsis: this is literally just headcanons of what would happen if our beloved abby anderson attended your family’s thanksgiving/reunion if you don’t celebrate. very much black reader-centric, but anyone’s welcome to read it esp if you’re from the south cause this is also heavily southern reader coded.

bringing abby anderson to your black (southern) family’s thanksgiving would be a sight to behold.

and imagine its everyone’s FIRST time meeting her too. assuming everyone is super cool and unhateful, i just know she’d have all the aunties’ attention. they see her height, her build and turn to you talkin about, “now, where’d you find her?”

abby would 100% be in ya grandmama’s backyard huddled around the grill with the uncles and dads. she’s got a lil beer in hand (she probably doesn’t even like beer but she likes fitting in and it isn’t all bad when the bonding is genuine) one of em goes “mhm that turkey bout done smokin” and abby is taking mental notes cause one day, she’s gonna smoke a turkey for you two’s family, in your backyard, and your grandkids are gonna be running around

the kids are OBSESSED with her. they climb her like she’s a jungle gym, ask her to throw them in the air, ask her all types of questions. “ABIGAIL! come play with us!” and she does, but the whole time she’s wondering how they discovered what her full name is cause she sure ain’t tell em lool

sometime after, she gets together in the livingroom with you and your cousins, then that one uncle or aunt comes in, says a few words, then leaves with a plate. the gossip commences lol and she’s so in tune to what ya’ll are talking about. she thought her family could dog somebody out?

all that pales in comparison to yall’s words. these sly (and sometimes even blatant) insults are unhinged, the storyline is juicy. she feels like she’s listening to an audiobook of lore. and whenever she asks a question for clarification, someone is always ready to start from the beginning with “see, what had happened was” and “to make a long story short” (the story was not made short)

then it actually comes time to eat, time for her to have her taste buds born anew

your family has whipped up some southern classics: sweet potato pie, pig feet, neck bones and collard greens, cabbage, pound cake, and every other dish you can think of.

you were in charge of the sweet tea, but this year you made a peach batch cause you know abby likes peaches 🥰

ya’ll say grace cause lets be real, if this is the south, somebody baptist and its probably the family matriarch lol

abby is respectful about it whether she believes in god or not cause your family has treated her with the most open of arms and she can feel the love and hospitality all around (if god is real, she thinks, he would’ve wanted everyone who believes in him to be like my sweet girl’s family)

when ya’ll are done and everyone has plated their food, they’re all silently waiting for the white girl’s reaction. they’re trying to play it off, be casual, not stare LOL but they know what’s coming i must admit

and abby doesn’t disappoint cause as you’re sitting next to her, soon as she puts some of them collard greens in her mouth and a couple candied yams and your grandaddy’s secret cast iron skillet macaroni recipe in her mouth, the satisfaction is written all over her face

everyone starts laughing when one of the kids say, “damn, girl, is it good?” to which they’re scolded lol but ofc abby nods like she’s trying to shake the hair follicles out her head

after everyone has ate and said what they’re thankful for (she says she’s thankful for you ofc but she leaves out how thankful she is for getting to strap you down at least twice a week), you two go sit on the porch alone.

you’re leaned against her in a two-seater rocking chair, bellies impossibly full, enjoying the gentle breeze and setting sun and the scent of food that is still wafting from the house

one of your cousin’s kids runs up from the backyard, comes up to you asking for help with opening a new toy, so you help

abby sees how cool you are, how in your element you are with your family, and this moment truly solidifies how much she wants this with you too. ya’ll have had the kids conversation before, so she knows you want at least one

she can’t help but think how gorgeous you’d look bein her housewife, barefoot and pregnant and divine and ethereal, starting a family, never having to worry for a thing bc she’s gonna take care of you

and she knows, when she needs it, you’ll take care of her too

I LOVE LOVE

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i miss the elementary updates sm 🫶🏽 ur writing means everything to me 💘

i’ve been missing them too!! here’s a lil something for ya 🤍:

The Show Of Appreciation

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: E (18+ only, oral sex (fem rec), fingering, dirty talk)

wc: 1.6k

series masterlist | joel masterlist

June 2010

“Baby, come quick!”

You were standing inside the kitchen, cutting up a watermelon into small chunks for your five and two year old children while Joel kept watch over them outside in the pool.

Dropping your knife as safely as you could manage with worry coursing through your veins, you ran outside, sure that you were going to have to rescue your drowning children, but instead finding your youngest, Miles, swimming across the shallow end to his father. Cracking a big grin, you crouched down by the edge of the pool behind where Joel waited in the water to watch Miles, his Star Wars themed floaties wrapped around his chubby little arms and a big toothy grin on his face.

“Good job, Milo,” Joel exclaimed, using a nickname the two of you had initially sworn off using, but that remained lodged into your daily vocabulary anyways.

“Those swimming lessons are paying off,” you added, adjusting yourself so that you were sitting down on the edge with your feet in the water. Iris, your five year old, came over from where she had been sitting beneath the shade, playing with her dolls. She stood behind you and draped her arms around your neck.

“Mama, where’s the watermelon?” she asked, trying her hardest not to whine. Joel lifted Miles out of the water and sat him on his shoulders, forcing the child into a giggle fit as he turned to face you.

“Yeah, mama,” he grinned. “Where’s the watermelon?”

“I was in the middle of cutting it when you scared me,” you answered, tilting your head at him sassily.

“I’m hungry,” Iris persisted, this time unable to hide her impatience.

You sighed and stood up, watching as Joel gave you an empathetic look as you walked inside with your daughter in tow to help you out. Iris held the big bowl of watermelon in both her arms while you carried three juice boxes and a beer for Joel in one arm and a bag of chips in the other. Joel and Miles we’re already sat at the patio table, dripping from the pool and eagerly awaiting the lunch you’d prepared for them.

“Gotta go grab the sandwiches,” you announced as you sat down the drinks and chips.

“Let me, baby,” Joel offered, standing up quicker than you could stop him. “Sit down, relax.”

“Mama, I can’t get my straw in,” Iris whined again, the sun clearly making her cranky. You gave Joel a knowing look before moving to help your child.

“Today’s not a relaxing kind of day for me, I guess,” you mumbled under your breath, hating that your exhaustion was ruining an otherwise lovely summer afternoon. Joel frowned and kissed the crown of your head as he passed behind you to go into the house to grab the sandwiches, leaving you to keep the kids occupied.

After finally getting Iris to eat her sandwich—she wasn’t happy that she was getting turkey instead of chicken—the kids were put down for the afternoon naps. You stood in the laundry room, moving the freshly washed load into the dryer so that you could wash the next batch, but before you could get started on it, two large, warm palms rested on your shoulders from behind you. You let out an exhale of relief as Joel started to knead at your tense muscles until you melted back against him.

“Time to relax,” his husked into the shell of your ear.

“Gotta do this load so Iris has her stuff washed for ballet tomorrow,” you mumbled, lazy and lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“I’ll do it,” he promised as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Go sit down, put a movie on. I’ll be right there.”

“Ba—“

“No,” he shook his head and used his hands on your shoulders to walk you out of the laundry room and into the living room. “Sit.”

“Yes, sir,” you smiled and took your usual seat, grabbing the throw blanket that laid over the back of the couch and unfolded it over your legs while Joel went back to the laundry.

You curled up on your side, flipping through channels until you saw that Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid was playing, and you were lucky enough to have caught it close to the start.

“You know me so well,” Joel smiled at you as he entered the room, finding his place on the couch, squeezing in behind you to hold you as you watched the movie.

“Paul Newman is so—“

“Dreamy, I know,” Joel chuckled against the shell of your ear, his palm flattening over the sliver of exposed skin between the hem of your tank top and waistline of your pajama shorts. “This movie’s gonna get you worked up.”

“You’re getting me worked up,” you corrected, smiling at the chills trickling down your arms from the simple contact of his skin on your hip.

“Am I?” he teased, kissing your neck before grazing his teeth against your earlobe. You hummed and nodded, closing your eyes to relish in his touch. “Good.”

Joel pressed himself into you, the thin material of his shorts doing little to contain the swelling of his girth as he continued to rock against you slowly. A shivered moan slipped from your lips as his palm slid up your front, underneath the cotton of your top until he was cupping the weight of your breast.

“These kids have been workin’ you into the ground, baby,” he husked, pressing his lips to your pulse. “I’ve been so busy at the office…not here enough.”

“S’alright—“

“No,” he shook his head and pinched your nipple, earning a gasped moan. “S’not. M’gonna handle the kids the rest of the week, baby. Gonna give you a break. God knows you deserve it. Such a good mama…such a good wife.”

“Joel,” you shivered as his hand slid down your stomach until it was slipping into your shorts and down to part your lower lips.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he drawled, low and needy as he circled your clit. “Have I been neglectin’ you?”

“A little,” you smirked, turning your head to look at him as he laid behind you.

“My apologies, Mrs. Miller,” he grinned, lowering his lips to hover over yours. “Don’t know what I’ve been thinkin’.”

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” you asked and he nodded. “That I miss your tongue.”

Joel groaned and pressed his lips against yours, sinfully and slowly swiping his tongue against yours as he lowered his fingers to curl up into your cunt, swallowing your moan down greedily.

“You want me to lick this pretty pussy, baby?” he purred, fingers targeting that blinding spot inside you while the heel of his palm grinded against your clit. You nodded urgently, brows already furrowed as the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened. “Want me to drink you up? Lick you clean?”

“Fuck, yes,” you shivered.

Joel pressed his lips against your shoulder before shimmying down the sofa until he was sitting on the opposite end, situating himself between your open legs as you rolled onto your back. Grinning at you, he slid his hands up your bare legs until he was hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts, peeling them off you.

“Look at that.” Joel licked his lips as he spread your thighs open wide, his palms splayed out over your thighs, gripping the soft flesh there as his eyes admired the arousal gathered on your cunt. “Makin’ my mouth water, baby.”

“Taste me,” you begged breathlessly, the pounding in your core turning you impatient. Joel grinned and leaned down, locking his eyes with yours as he stuck out his tongue and just barely grazed it across your clit. Your body reacted instantly, jerking at the teasing contact. “Such a tease.”

“Feels better when I make you wait and you know it,” he countered, placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

You couldn’t help but admire your forty-three year old husband as he looked at you from between your thighs, his tongue slowly and softly working in circles against your clit. His hair was greying now, but he looked even better to you than he did when you met him ten years before. You briefly found yourself hoping he felt the same about you and your body after ten years and two kids.

“Pussy tastes so fuckin’ good, baby,” he praised in between deep, wide licks up your seam. Your mouth remained opened in a wide “O” as you watched him work you up, each stroke of his tongue bringing you nearer to the sweet relief you’d been craving since he first touched you. “Need my fingers to cum?”

“Wouldn’t hurt,” you panted back, brows stitched together and your fingers buried in his hair. Joel smiled as he slowly slid a finger inside of your heat before adding another, curled them up towards the roof of your cunt while his lips sucked on your clit. “Fuck, Joel,” you whined, letting your head fall back against the decorative pillow beneath your head. “I’m gonna cum—fuck.”

“That’s it,” he panted, catching his breath before returning to your clit.

The tension that had been building and building finally snapped under the synchronized strokes against your nerves from inside and out, your fingers gripping his hair to hold him against you as you rode out the waves of your high.

“There you go, baby,” he purred, moving his mouth from you but keeping his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out just to watch you squirm and shake. When it all began to be too much, he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them clean before coming to lay in top of you, his head on your chest. “How was that?”

“Relaxing.”

[bigbighouse]

1, 3, 4, 14, 18, 19?

Song of the year?

jacob and the stone by emile mosseri, from the minari soundtrack. i was surprised to see this at the top of my wrapped but thinking back it really does mean a lot to me. it feels like home and missing home and having to create home for yourself, which was a lot of what this year was about for me. sometimes i listen 2 it and cry and miss my mom

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

ok unbelievably i had put 0 effort into listening to aurora's stuff despite the fact that i love her voice and her sick lil outfits and like. every song i've ever heard by her. but i got heavy into a few of her albums during yeehawgust and they were life changing i love that weird lil gal

4. Movie of the year?

rip like i said in the last ask i watch soooo little tv and movies that this is hard 2 answer. imma say avatar the way of water and ignore the everything about it for the sake of the fact that the aesthetics absolutely rip

14. Favorite book you read this year?

tie between watership down and my father left me ireland (michael brendan dougherty). i read watership down at the beginning of the year and i think? i had read it before but this time it hit so good and i knew it would. my father left me ireland was a more recent read about reclaiming culture as a young parent when (for the sake of survival) your ancestors were unable to pass it down to you. it was such a sweet and strong and reassuring book and i loved it

18. A memorable meal this year?

many answers to this. fresh crumchy green beans and lemon pellegrinos by the lake. steaming hot pho in the place that used to be across the street (rip) in the middle of january with freezing rain pelting the windows. the long half-meal that lasts from 7am to dinnertime on thanksgiving day, sneaking buttery potatoes and grammie's stuffing and bits of the turkey necks getting tender in their broth on the stove. and the radioactive red 40 cherry pie filling but that was on me and we don't have to talk about it

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

continuing to learn how 2 live. slowly lessening our dependence on the public food system and getting to know the people who raise our beef and grow our produce and bake our bread. putting down roots. lying in the sun. blowing up my phone in the microwave

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I'm deeply ready for the days off I've planned for myself, including PRIDE night for me and wifey (and maybe some new clothes to go with? Neither of us have had a new outfit in over a year. I think maybe for wifey for sure, as her wardrobe always take harder and faster hits than mine does)

I've got a nice four day lil 4 day weekend, and a 3 day weekend to follow, so hopefully by the end of it, I will be feeling much better rested and will have gotten a few things handked around the house.

God and I have our anniversary to plan for next month already, and I'm still neck deep in initial planning for our tenth so I honestly don't even know what that's gonna look like. Maybe just a nice dinner at our favorite place? And maybe buying a new movie to watch together and cuddle. A nice jug of cider for me to spice up.

Lord I'm just tired all the time lmao, and I'm trying to get myself in order, but I'm just usually so busy or exhausted or we've run thru the paycheck for the week, or whatever the fuck.

We definitely need to buy and build the chicken run first thing during my long weekend, because it's almost butchering day for the waffles, and the ladies are almost big enough to deserve real exercise space (the hen house is huge lol, and until now genuinely has been big enough for them all to not need outdoor space at all). They can managw another week together in there with no consequences, but after that, they're gonna need their outdoor run.

I think I'll buy the berry bushes and the fencing supplies all in one go so I don't have to worry about coming back to it later and disrupting the ladies. Which really means I need to find a local nursery with native berry bushes, because I don't feel up to driving all the way down the mountain to Ream in the same weekend if I don't have to. I can save that trip for picking up our trees later in the sunmer.

Man, I really am looking forward to having the garden set up and the ladies grown enough to lay. Free fresh eggs are a huge relief on our budget, especially if we keep doing periodic waves of meat birds to keep cutting down our meat budget alongside it. I'm thinking probably 2-3 sets of meat birds per year, maybe a dozen each time? I'm never doing Cornish Rocks again tho, these little abominations are a disaster to raise. Literally every bird we lost (4 total) was a fuckin Waffle, and they always died for the stupidest reasons. One literally just ate too much and then passed out for a nap under the heat lamp until he got heat stroke because he didn't bother also hydrating???? The only other birds I've raised with this kind of mortality rate are fuckin great white turkeys and they drown in the goddamn rain. Apparently it's not just us either. If I'd taken the time to research more instead of trusting the meat and egg chick mix, I'd have seen all the other homesteaders online panicking about half their flock dying and meing warned by more experienced folks that Cornishes are really only viable for industrial scale farming that can reliably take those kinds of losses. In retrospect, now that I *do* know that, I'm almost proud we managed to keep 80% of our Waffles alive.

Point being, I'm never going through that again. There are plenty of heritage meat birds, and I'll be sticking with them please and thank you.

I've considered starting to do rabbit too? It would cut down on our pet food costs a fair bit, and then maybe I could co-graze themand the chickens in a tractor along the yard to manage overgrowth of ground cover. I'd prefer a goat obvi, but I don't think the council will let me have one, even if wifey would lmao. That's definitely a later thing tho. Gotta get the humans more sustainably fed before I can consider any new livestock lmao

I think the chicken run, the berry bushes, the first order of seeds, and a chest freezer are probably the major expenses this coming paycheck. We might be able to postpone the chest freezer? Our freezer isn't overly full at present, and I think could actually fit 20 processed Waffles if needed. We'll need one soon regardless tho, cuz it definitely won't fit the next butchering day product at that point, nor the frozen fruits, veggies, and easy preps we'll be starting to make over the summer. So if not this pay period, then the next one.

God, I guess that means I should prep all my orders so I can place them first thing on Friday when I get paid, and price out the batches. Ughhhh I'm so busy today, that's gonna be hard to make time for during my breaks, and after work it's dinner and eorzea time, plus probably some tidying.

Awww fuck i gotta bring in the washing too and maybe do another load.

Whatever. Point is, I'm gonna be busy for a while. Which is good. But also means I have less time to sit and think and write which does make me a lil sad. It's just until harvest season is through tho! Once everything is planted and plucked and canned and stored, I'll be back to having time for other things. I'm probably gonna prioritize my writing and my sewing thru the winter so I can be ready for fiber processing in spring and publishing season in summer/fall. I'll want to get back to the zine soon too, because I really do want to add in the documentation I've been building around appalachian riperians

Lordt

Someone needs to tell my brain to pick a goddamn lane. This is how I end up pulled in so many directions that nothing gets done lmao

[pumpkinsy0]

i feel like visiting old aus so thats exactly what im gonna do, strap in for vampire purly everyone sit in a circle on the carpet and ill present everything to u like a story book

for this one ponys the vampire and if u dont know the au im talking about here it is just click right here and youll b caught up

• so the shepards. have a shit ton of meat just in their freezer for later foods and sometimes angela and tim just see it on the counter and think “oh shit hes finally cooking for once??” then he just leaves w it and when he comes back its just gone

•they ask where it goes and curly just goes “ate it all my bad yall🤷🏿‍♂️”

•i mean to b faor its a believeable lie bc curly’s definitely caught at least ONE sickness from pony cause they were kissing after pony ate raw meat, it wasnt salmonella but but was still bad😭😭

•curly letting pony feed from him????maybe,,,maybe a lil bit,,,,,maybe a lot

•pony doesnt rlly see the outside world as much for obvious reasons so one time (ONE SINGULAR time) pony heard curly play guitar and was just watching and being very fruity about the staring (totally isn’t influenced by me listening to the grinch by trippie redd guitar remix lololol nooooo def not)

•usually the clothes pony has r old clothes from this other places, and it uhhh, it doesnt look so good, so curly usually gives pony his clothes or angelas clothes that dont rlly fit her anymore so for this au pony has a pretty much gothic style or at least a style similar to the shepards

•ppl stare at them when they go out cause who is that pale ass boy and why doesnt he have a coag on in this weather😩

•i feel like curlys called pony THE “enemy of the sun” cause hes white and a vampire, bros taking 2 L’s from the sun

•so ponys don’t necessarily HAVE to eat human food but they can, and ponys never actually had food for a while until he met curly

•so for a while when curly was eating in front of pony pony would just,,,stare cause he literally had nothing to do, and curly got tired of it so he just gave pony food to eat too, and let me tell u, this nigga is a bottomless pit

•hes eaten 5 bowls of just rice and turkey neck and okra stew in one fucking sitting (pushing my haitian shepard propaganda once again mwahahahahaha)

•and BC i feel like letting vampires turn into vampire bats thats exactly what pony does

•and look, pony hasnt met curlys friends exactly just yet, BUT once theyve seen curly w a mysterious looking bat on his shoulder talking to em,,,,hmmm,,,very mysterious

•curly just chalks it up to being the bat whispered lol

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[eleanor-bradstreet]

Alright, excuse me Faye. How very dare you come for me on Thanksgiving?! The turkey is what’s supposed to be putting me in a coma, not the doctor!! 🥴 The board really should revoke his license if he goes around doing this to people! but I can’t say I didn’t like it 😏 Remember how this started as an absolute gag - a play on some joke about antiquated notions of female hysteria? And it was regency? And then you said stethoscopes weren’t invented yet, which prompted me to yeet the time period out the window and grant you all the creative license you wanted? I knew what I was doing. I knew this was the epitome of masochism. I knew that I was gathering the kindling for you to make the conflagration that would burn me alive. But I did it anyway. Because just the name, the very whisper of ‘Doctor Ben’ would do something to my insides that most assuredly would alarm the medical profession. And then you sprung him on me: the steth-draped first-year resident of my dreams, completing his sexual medicine rotation right in my drawers 🫠🥵 Call the attending and tell them my spontaneous corporeal liquefication is due to:

Okay, you set the stage to disarm by giving us sweet boifriend Benny boo. In his lil shorts, giving lil hugs, calling her a noodle and speaking his insightful truths. That kinky sadistic little shit is in there though, and how you demonstrate him balancing both so effortlessly and believably is just 🤌

And he already had a meal prepared, as if he knew she would need it. And of course it’s delicious, because he’s obnoxious like that 😩 The ease and comfort between the two of them is palpable. That will be important for trusting each other enough to….explore 😏

“I feel like I need to be one of those Regency ladies who is prescribed a trip to the seaside for my nerves, you know?” Bahahaaaaha, well hello Faye, nice to see you 😂

DORSET!! I mean, I knew the ‘toys’ would be his, but I still just love seeing him mentioned in fics 😊

“‘to alleviate the female hysterics’,” he chimes, affecting an old-timely announcer voice.” Why do I distinctly see him in the billiards scene waving his hand around in the air talking about Anthony ‘hurrying things along’? 😂  Same energy, same voice. You captured him!

OH GOD OH FUCK AND HERE HE IS - HE EMERGES!!! AND WHYYYYYYYY DID YOU ADD THE GLAASSSSSEEEESSSSS??????? 🤯😫😫😫🥵🥵 You didn’t just want to immolate me, you wanted to destroy me! Grind my bones into dust when the rest of me had melted away…. You wanted to atomize me!!! YOU CHOSE VIOLEEEENNNNCCCEEEEE. *phew* 😮‍💨 Okay, okay. I’m fine…I’m cool…. It’s just a pair of glasses and a stethoscope. I’m gonna be fine… *continues to whimper*

Grrrrrrrrrrr. Straight for the gloves and fingies…you know my buttons 🫠 Hell yeah I’d suck that probing thumb, I don’t have a latex allergy. I’d hoover the fucking thing off of him then get to demonstrating for my doctor how my gag reflex is gone. I mean….what? Who said that?!?! 👀 Then he just yanks her into a filthy kiss oh my ggawwwwwddddd 😵 oral exam passed indeed

Ehhhhhgeeeeebbbeeeeeee I dont even know if I can form words about this anymore… you may just get the sounds I burble in reaction. And the sound for growling, commanding breathplay appears to be ‘ehgeebee’ 🙃🥵 I just…you’re like…real good at describing the sensations. What’s cool, what’s hot, what’s shocking, what’s sensual. It’s a whole fireworks show over here and we haven’t even GOTTEN to the downstairs business!! BENACE HOW DO YOU DO THIS?!?! “You hold your breath until I say you can release,” *Eleanor holds breath until end of time because Benedict isn’t actually real. Has zero regrets*

Oh no….oh no….scruff of the neck like a hungry tiger and ready to throw her down onto the damn couch if she doesn’t follow orders 🫣🤤 Tiger Country indeed 😉 Doctor Ben Daddy Sir, I’m sorry. I’ll do as I’m told! not

And now we come to it 🥁 putting me to the test indeed… a gloved, cardiophilic tease. A worship of the body inside and out. Manipulations…responses…delayed gratification. The playful power dynamic…the just….UGGGGGHHHHH EVERYTHIINNNNGGGGGGG 🥵🥵🥵

“He menaces. “I will just edge you all night and listen to your heart thumping so hard for me it sounds like it wants to break out from under your ribs.”” ☠☠☠☠⚰⚰⚰ And that was the last thing Eleanor read before redefining Black Friday by blacking out in the powder room while hiding from holiday guests. They carried on, full of cranberries and tryptophan, blissfully unaware of her absence for the 73 minutes it took for her to regain consciousness and peel herself up off the tile. The puddle of drool she found herself in proved useful in smoothing her disheveled hair, but the glazed look in her eyes for the rest of the night was thick enough to rival Aunt Carol’s (in)famous glazed carrots. No one in the household knew what happened that day, but Eleanor knew - she walked out of her in-laws’ house having left behind one of her lives like a cat. A life where that phrase, Benace’s seductively promising growl, didn’t taunt her every night before sleep. But that was a life she was willing to leave behind. A little death she was willing to have 😉 if it meant she could hear this from him.

 AND THEN HE MAKES HER LISTEN!?!??!?! 🩺😵☠☠☠

Eleanor blacked out again soon after, on the ride home over the river and through the woods. Assuming she had imbibed too much liquid courage to combat Uncle Chris’ political rants, or maybe had one too many of Nana’s obscenely liquored rum balls, Mr. B drove on, none the wiser to the lascivious scenes playing out in her smut-addled brain.

*claws self across floor to Faye, rasping* Faye…please…..you can’t talk about his veins during this too. You just can’t…. 😫 I wont make it…😭 I want to see Season 3 🙏🙏

*trembling, clinging to the last vestiges of sanity and consciousness, I peer out to find we’ve cleared the crescendo* 🫣🫣🫣 It’s too perfect. How wistful he is about listening to her 😌 Dazed and sotto voce. That reverence is so much a part of the appeal. The inherent intimacy of cardiophilia. A whole other level of romance 🥹💖 Of course Ben understands and expresses it.

“You will need to see me morning and night for at least a month until I can properly assess whether the treatment plan is effective.” Saucy, sassy Benace at his best 😏 Sign me up for that prescription, YES PLEASE

Then he’s issuing orders again, simmering the already liquefied 🫠🫠 And the cheeky bastard has kept nothing between them this whole time but a pilfered cloak of authority. Kinky little whore 😜

I….I don’t know how she has the energy for dose number two, because I hardly have the energy to breathe or think. As always, you took a prompt and enhanced it with surgical precision. You took the playful and catalyzed it into the lethal. You unleashed Doctor Ben upon us, perhaps to soothe what ails us, but what you actually did was start a Benepidemic of thirst. And I was patient zero. ☠

Doctor’s Orders

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Someone decides to play doctor to ameliorate your bad day…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, doctor/patient roleplay, dom/sub tones, ‘medical examination’ with use of stethoscope and latex gloves, voluntary breathplay, cardiophilia, vaginal fingering, edging.

Word Count: 4.5 k

Authors Note: this is a long-awaited (9 months!) request fill for the lovely @eleanor-bradstreet. My dear, I hope this is somewhat worth the wait. To anyone medically trained, yes, I know what he does is wrong/inaccurate, but that’s the whole point: he’s a somewhat clueless but enthusiastic roleplaying boy, not a real doctor. Thank you to @colettebronte for the read-through and suggestions. Enjoy! <3

It’s been one of those spectacularly shit days at work. When you get to your boyfriend’s flat, all you want to do is shower, crash out and watch brainless TV together.

“Bad day?” Benedict intuits, wandering over from the kitchen, casual in shorts and a t-shirt, as you drop your bag like a tonne of bricks near his front door and pout.

“Hate my job,” you whine, burying your head into his shoulder as he chuckles affectionately, pulling you into his arms and busses a kiss onto your temple.

“No, you don’t; you love your job. You just didn’t love it today,” he smiles into your hair.

“Urgh, fine, yes, Mr EQ, yes, that's true,” you huff his neck, enjoying his clean scent.

“Come with me, my stressed-out noodle,” he offers good-naturedly, withdrawing from the embrace and lacing your fingers with his. He backs up, pulling you along with him further into the flat.

“Where are we going?” you pout again.

“To eat, I made us dinner,” he smiles, something melting in your chest at the sweet gesture. 

“Do I have time to shower first?” you ask, wanting to remove all physical traces of this workday from your skin.

“Of course, be my guest,” he nods towards his room, with the en suite bathroom beyond, and you drop a kiss on his cheek as you go.

—

Fifteen minutes later, you emerge freshly showered and wearing some of his clothes- a t-shirt that swamps you and jogging bottoms you have to roll up at the waist. You take a seat at the kitchen island and tuck into the amazing-smelling food he has laid out, even giving you a comedic bow as you reenter the room.

The food tastes like heaven, and you can't stop the appreciative moans at the flavour explosion on your tongue.

“Fuck Ben, this is delicious,” you assert as you swallow the mouthful.

His face lights up with that beguiling smile that hooked you in the first place all those months ago, and you can't help but lean in and give him a quick peck.

“So do you want to talk about the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? Or is this more of a big glass of wine and stfu sort of deal?“ he hedges amiably, assessing your needs.

You sigh as you finish your next bite. “Honestly? I don't know. I’m so stressed about it all I sort of don’t want to talk about it. I feel like I need to be one of those Regency ladies who is prescribed a trip to the seaside for my nerves, you know?” you jest, circling your empty fork in the air to highlight your point.

He barks a laugh. “Funny you should say that; I was just reading a book about hilarious historical cures.”

“Yeah…?” your interest piqued.

“Dorset left it out,” he explains, referring to his roommate, a junior doctor at Guys Hospital. “It's hilarious. But I don't think they would diagnose you with a trip to the seaside, at least not based on what I’ve read.”

You swivel on your stool to face him. “Oh no? Then what would I have been prescribed, Dr Bridgerton?” you jest, leaning your chin on your hand and arching a challenging brow. But you don't miss how his pupils dilate a fraction as you address him such.

He turns towards you with a laconic smile. “You likely would have been prescribed a course of pelvic stimulations.”

You are glad you hadn't taken another bite of dinner, as you would have sprayed him with food with that spit take.

“What?!? No!” you laugh incredulously.

“Don't believe me? Go look,” he challenges, gesturing to the book on the coffee table.

“So… Is that what I think it is? Women would literally be told, medically, to masturbate?” you giggle, disbelieving.

“Oh no,” he corrects. “You wouldn't do it; the doctor would.”

“What the…??”

“Yup… ‘to alleviate the female hysterics’,” he chimes, affecting an old-timely announcer voice.

“With what?” you ponder aloud, still utterly perplexed.

“Hands, I would assume,” he breezes. “Why? Would you like a helping hand?” he winks, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

“I mean….” you trail off, still laughing but feeling a tiny buzz between your legs at the idea. “I'm not going to say no… Doctor Bridgerton,” you banter back.

Benedict puts down his fork, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his bite of food and turns slowly towards you, an enigmatic glint in his eye.

“Well, now, you will need a thorough medical examination before I can determine if such a prescription is even the correct one,” he throws out, still with a jovial air, but the dropped octave is decidedly suggestive.

“How long until I can get an appointment?” you shoot back, feeling the atmosphere in the room shift, the dynamic between you playful but with a definite undercurrent of heat now.

“The doctor is always in… for you,” he answers, a hand landing heavily on your knee. “If you are ready, please go wait in the exam room,” Benedict responds, signalling to the sofa, that hand squeezing slightly. “The doctor can be right with you.”

You giggle and shoot him a ‘Are we really doing this?’ look. When he nods, you wiggle off the stool and drift over to the sectional as he disappears down the hallway, your half-eaten dinners now very much abandoned. Little butterflies in your stomach as you perch, eagerly awaiting his return.

When he re-enters the room, you almost forget how to breathe. He has obviously raided his flatmate's room and come out wearing a white doctor’s overcoat, his shapely calves bare beneath the hem, a stethoscope slung casually around his shoulders. He has also dug out his reading glasses to complete the look. He is so utterly convincing you don't know what to think, except…. Oh fuck yes.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/l/n,” he greets, stepping effortlessly into the roleplay. “I'm Dr Bridgerton. Tell me, what ails you today?” 

He sits on the coffee table right in front of you, looking at you expectantly for your response.

“Hello, doctor,” you begin, stilted, still a little discombobulated by his appearance and how utterly aroused you are by it. “I… I am overworked in my job and don't know the best way to relieve the stress I feel….” 

“Well, I am sorry to hear that. Let us do a basic examination so I can rule out any possible physical ailments and go from there.” Before you can respond, he produces disposable gloves from his overcoat pocket and snaps them on, your tummy fluttering at the sight of them pulling taunt around his long fingers. 

Oh, he means it.

He leans in, his hands cupping your jaw, warm even through the latex. You whimper quietly, realising he is pretending to feel the lymph nodes beneath your ear for swelling. But he doesn't let go; he just stares you down, his eyes glittering in the lamp glow. 

“Say ahhh,” he prompts.

You open your mouth instinctively, just like at the doctor’s. He pivots a hand so his thumb gently presses down on your tongue as he peers into your mouth.

“Hmm, I see no evidence of an oral infection. But I should check via other means too, to be thorough,” he murmurs, pupils dilating as you cheekily close your lips around his thumb and suck on it suggestively. The powdery flavour on the glove somehow just heightens the heat you feel spreading inside.

“Behave please, Miss,” he rebukes, but his actions say otherwise - extracting his thumb and trailing your saliva in a line down over your chin, your neck, resting it in your suprasternal notch as his fingers curl around your neck and tug you towards him.

His kiss is deep and breathtaking. His tongue unfurls into your mouth and probes yours as if this, too, is a thorough examination. You follow his lead, letting him dictate the terms, wanting to follow wherever he is going with this.

“I think we can rule out anything in your mouth being the problem,” he opines drolly over your lips. 

“Thank you, doctor,” you respond coquettish.

“Let me listen to your lungs to ensure there are no respiratory problems. Remove your clothing, please,” he orders brusquely, sitting back.

“All of it?” you inhale sharply.

“I suppose just your top for now,” he revises, looking a tad impatient.

When you whip off the top to reveal you are without a bra, his eyes flash, and the tip of his tongue pokes out as your nipples pebble in the cool air of the room. A wave of something behind your ribs as he unfurls the stethoscope from around his neck and places it in his ears.

“Please keep your hands at your sides at all times. And beware, this may be cold,” he warns.

You squeak as the cool metal is placed onto the flesh above your left breast, your hands curling around the sofa edge by your thighs so you keep them as told.

“Breath in deeply for me,” he instructs, and you do, taking a deep inhale, feeling your body bloom with his proximity as his face squints in concentration. When he doesn't say exhale, you hold, unsure what else to do, your lungs feeling tight. It seems much longer than necessary. “And out”

He drags the bell over your sternum to the same spot on the right side. 

“Again” he orders. You follow the instructions, taking a deep breath. “Hold it,” he alerts, as you start to feel the struggle for air. You do his bidding, feeling that trademark ache under your ribs under the exertion. “And release,” he instructs just as you want to disobey.

“Good,” he rumbles, “just one more.”

You pant lightly as he drags the scope down between your breasts, then jump as he presses it low into the sensitive spot where your ribs meet on your diaphragm. 

“In and hold.”

As you do, he tilts forward and suddenly seizes a nipple between his teeth. You make a strangled noise in your closed mouth, a zipping thrill right down to your clit. The surprise makes air escape out your nose, fingers grasping the cushion.

“No,” he gruffs into your breast, not looking up at you. “I told you to hold. You hold your breath until I say you can release,” he lectures. “Now breath in and hold it,” his voice taking on a steely edge that makes your pussy constrict.

Wordlessly, you do as told, and this time, he swaps to your other nipple, biting down, then lathing with his hot tongue as you struggle—tight lungs, intense pressure behind your cheeks. The thronging pleasure around where he teases you makes it an almost impossible task; starting to struggle a little, your body twitching, fingers and toes flexing.

“Let it out,” he permits, and you open your mouth, the air escaping in a loud ‘pahhhh’ sound.

“Well, I think your lungs sound very healthy,” he breezes nonchalantly as if this is just how a doctor does an exam.

“That’s good,” you defer to his faux expertise even as you feel his saliva drying on your areola. 

“Now, let's test your heart,” he proceeds, pulling the stethoscope from his ears so it rests around his neck. “Remove the rest of your clothing now, please, Miss.”

“Is that strictly necessary, doctor? Just to listen to my heart?” you waver, even as your hands go to the ties at your waistband.

“I am the doctor here, am I not?” he counters, raising a brow.

“Yes,” you demure, a pulse around your clit at how thoroughly he inhabits this role.

“You may find it easier to stand,” he chuckles as he watches you shuffling, struggling to remove your bottoms while seated. 

So you do as he suggests, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin around your belly button as you push the loose jersey material over the swell of your hips. He growls at the other surprise lurking—you wear no underwear, your bare slit inches from his face as the clothing pools around your feet, now utterly naked.

“Is this okay, doctor?” you simper, looking down at him sitting on the coffee table as he finally tilts his head to look at your face.

“Lay down on the exam table,” he commands, his pointer finger jabbing towards the chaise.

“Make me…”

Your tongue rebels before your brain can engage, wanting to see how much he will take control if you act out. He springs to his feet, towering over you, inches from you, and grasps the nape of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Are you questioning my methods?” he interrogates, his hold strong but not hurting.

Oh, yes, Benedict, well done.

“No, Doctor,” you simper, attempting to look innocent but knowing your eyes must be fully dilated by now, distracted by the pulse you see in his throat.

“I need to be very thorough before I can diagnose you accurately, Miss,” he cautions. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, doctor.” 

“Good. Now lay down,” he instructs brusquely, releasing his grip.

You drop to the sofa and lay out for him, a thrill zipping over your skin. He places a large cushion beneath your neck and head so you are tilted up and can see down the plain of your naked body.

“Now be very still and be very quiet. Keep your hands at your sides. Whatever I do to you is to ensure your heart is healthy. Do you understand me?” he tutors, his eyes roaming your body covetously.

“Yes, doctor,” you confirm, knowing your chest is rising and falling rapidly, the anticipation burning in your being.

He places the stethoscope directly over your heart and loops it back into his ears, the cool metal now a balm against your flushed skin.

“You have a good strong heartbeat,” he states casually, “But it is a little slow for my liking….”

His gloved hand loops around the leg closest to him and hauls it wide into his lap, your knee brushing a prominent bulge under the overcoat that makes your insides clench at the very thought of his cock.

“Stay still.” 

His clipped reminder is delivered as he trails his fingertips along your inner thigh, his other hand still holding the stethoscope against your chest. Your breath stutters as his latex-covered fingers nudge your folds, already weeping.

“Well, I see there is certainly no problem with your ability to get aroused,” he intones smokily with a tantalising brush over your clit. 

His moves are unrushed, his touch maddeningly light, not nearly enough, barely a glance over your soaked flesh, making you ache for more. After a few moments, you whine and defiantly attempt to push into his touch.

“Did I not tell you to be still and quiet?” he arches an eyebrow, and you pout but still yourself and fold your lips inwards under your teeth. “That’s better. Now let's see what happens when I….”

He expertly plunges two long fingers into your pussy, your arousal leaking over his gloves as he does so. He hisses his approval at your heated cling, pushing deep as you swallow your gasp, biting your lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. His fingers hook, and his wrist twists in slow corkscrew turns, dragging thoroughly over your walls as if giving you an internal exam. You crave more: more fingers, movement, friction, more of anything, your fingernails scratching against the fibres of the sofa, keeping them at your sides as told, even as you itch to grab his wrist and direct his motions.

“Interesting,” he mutters, his fingers swirling slowly, probing inside as he drags the scope fractionally on your sternum.

You utter a silent curse, your body already quivering. The room filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing and the sodden noise from between your legs as he leisurely rocks his gloved fingers into and out of your pussy, you suctioning around his knuckles, the stretch with each stroke making you want to beg for him to make you come.

“Your heart is definitely strong,” he declares, “but I think we need to put it to the test properly.”

His thumb presses onto your clit, and it's like a lightning bolt through your being. Something about the fact it's not his skin on yours lends an extra frisson. You can feel the warmth of his pad behind the latex barrier as he flicks against your swollen nub.

“More, please, Doctor Bridgerton, please,” you entreat desperately, attempting to tilt your pelvis to ride his hand.

He groans at your use of his name, not chastising you for vocalising. His rigid cock brushes your knee held in his lap as he surges his hips fractionally, your legs spread obscenely wide as he finger fucks you, his stethoscope leaving a circular imprint on your chest, almost bearing his weight into your skin. God help you both if his flatmate cuts his night shift short.

“Your bpm is rising,” he reports as his fingers move faster, wringing filthy noises from your body now, pushing harder with every stroke, his thumb circling your clit with unerring pressure. You just moan a litany of ‘Dr Ben’, and ‘yes’ and ‘please don’t stop’ as you spiral higher.

“That's it, yes, that's what I like to hear,” he encourages, “it's like music.” 

Even you can tell your heart is thumping now, hearing it loud in your own ears as the blood rushes to your head. Just as you are about to crest, he suddenly stops his ministrations and withdraws his fingers. You cry out as he rests the soaked glove on your lower belly, pressing down softly from the outside on that spot that aches for more, your own juices dripping down between your bum cheeks.

“Shhh shh,” he pacifies, the scope he still holds with his other hand feeling heavy on your flesh as his prideful gaze travels up your panting body, gleeful at his ability to do this to you. 

You plead with your eyes as his eyes finally reach your face, silently asking him to finish.

“Wonderful, your heartbeat is so strong in my ears,” he sounds almost wistful, dreamy. 

Your breathing slows, even as you feel the burn of an orgasm so denied, your pelvis throning, your clit painfully engorged.

“Hmm, let’s go again, shall we?” he smirks.

That’s all the warning you get before he plunges his fingers back inside, this time using three, the latex glove squeaking slightly around his palm. You scream and cant your body up off the sofa to the point he briefly lets go of the scope; his glove presses down on your diaphragm, forcing you back flat so you cannot ride his fingers like you want to.

“Please, doctor…” you beseech, voice reedy and wanton, uncaring about anything but being hurled over that divine edge.

“The more you ask, the less I am inclined to deliver,” he menaces. “I will just edge you all night and listen to your heart thumping so hard for me it sounds like it wants to break out from under your ribs.” he jerks the scope pointedly over your breastbone. 

You close your eyes and bite your lip, resigning yourself to obey. That he might keep you on edge for so long, you cannot bear—you need to come like you need air.

His handsome face is smug as he once again probes your body from inside, almost experimenting based on the tiny whimpers you make. He jabs a spot that makes your entire body spasm, and a crooked, dangerous smile spreads over his features.

“Oh, look what we have found,” his chest resonant with pitch, the tone dark and sweet.

Once again, you beg silently, but he indulges in the tease. Tapping gently on the spot rather than rocking into it, a slow, gentle touch that makes every nerve jangle, like an itch you cannot scratch hard enough.

“I love to see you like this,” he admits breathily as he keeps us at that vexing pace. “So strung out and desperate to come. You would do anything I told you to right now, wouldn't you? If I just promised to let you over the edge.”

You are nodding vigorously before he even finishes his sentence, his triumphant expression almost galling if not for the desire writ large on his face.

“Good,” he snarls and starts to jab on that same spot. Desire roars fire in your veins, and you scream, your body trembling. He leans over and captures one of your nipples in his wet, warm mouth, and you scream again, uncaring what any of his neighbours may think.

You are dangling on the edge, reality bleeding into pleasure when once again he stops, and the noise that escapes your lungs is feral—a wretched groaning wail as an inferno licks around every edge of your being.

“Listen,” he growls, roughly yanking the tubes from his ear and placing them over yours. The noise is almost deafening, a thumping rhythm so fast it is virtually interpolating and looping upon itself. It's fascinating and life-affirming even as your body cries out, your clit pulsing in tempo with the thrumming beat. Greedily, he grabs them back and places them over his ears again, moving the bell to the right, his breath gusting hard.

“Touch yourself,” he orders gruffly.

It doesn't take moments for your hand to slide between your legs and catch your clit, a hardened, searing nub so wet you can hardly find grip and so distended it doesn't even feel like your body.

He leans possessively over you, a vein in his neck pulsing as he listens intently, his eyes pinging between your face, the scope on your naked chest and your hand between your legs, rubbing vigorously.

When his fingers sink back inside you, your knuckles cradled in his palm as you strum your clit, it hurtles you instantly over. You grasp his bicep as you crest the wave, your whole body held taught then snapping, shuddering and pulsing forcefully around his fingers as you tumble down that abyss, his stethoscope almost bruising your breastbone as you writhe, him singing your praises. You don't recall the next few moments, floating far away as everything is fuzzy, as if behind a gauzy filter. 

“Oh, that was perfect,” he attests sotto voce as you return to yourself, shaking with tony aftershocks. “You should hear how alive your body sounds when you come like that. Fuck that was amazing…” he seems almost dazed, his fingers dormant inside you.

As he withdraws from you, you emit a mewl, overwrought and shaking from the intensity. 

“Well, Miss,” he begins, slipping back into his roleplay. “I can say without a doubt you are very healthy, so no concern there. I can also tell your stress level is much lower now. Thus, I shall be prescribing you a minimum of two orgasms a day. Purely for your health, you understand,” he adds with a knowing smirk.

“Yes, doctor,” you nod drowsily, slurring slightly. “Should I administer them mysel…?”

“No,” he cuts in. “I'm afraid it requires a medical professional such as myself to ensure correct dosage,” his tone gravelly, snapping off the gloves from his hands, balling them up and tossing them aside. “You will need to see me morning and night for at least a month until I can properly assess whether the treatment plan is effective.”

“Yes, Doctor Bridgerton,” you purr sibilant, too strung out to do anything but languidly agree to everything he says.

As you go to close your legs, he grabs your kneecap, preventing you.

“Oh no, we are not done here,” he intones with a tinge of menace.

“No?” you stutter.

“No, I need to be very thorough,” he counters, his voice rich like velvet. His bare fingers trail ticklish patterns over the crease of your knee as he smiles perilously, enjoying keeping you on tenterhooks. “I am nowhere near done with your treatment for the day. You have only had one climax, and I do believe I said you need a minimum of two per day," he reminds you, his stare blistering. 

You watch, almost stupified, as he removes the stethoscope and swivels to kneel between your legs, grabbing them and pushing them high and wide apart, the burning stretch along your inner thighs making you gasp.

“Now, are you going to do exactly what your doctor tells you to do this time?” he grills, his fingers digging into your flesh, his gaze intense.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good,” the word resonates through his being as his hungry stare slips over your body, down between your legs. “Now I think you need something more substantial than fingers, don't you?” he smirks playfully.

“Please, yes, please, Doctor Bridgerton,” you implore, canting your breasts up towards him, your eyes covetously sliding down his body as he hovers over you. Your breath quickens when you see the clear outline of his cock bulging against the overcoat. Oh god, is he naked under there? The thought makes you clench again.

You raise your hands and tug at the collar of his overcoat until the first popper opens, revealing his constellation of freckles. When he doesn't stop you, emboldened, you pull again, each popper relenting, a larger slice of his naked torso revealed with each ping. By the time you are down to the last two, you see the trail of hair from beneath his belly button and moan.

“You have been naked this whole time, doctor?!” your voice hitching almost scratchy.

He grabs your hand away, pressing it into the cushion above your head as he bears you into the sofa with his weight, one of that last fastened poppers snagging cold metal against your swollen clit.

“I cannot ask my patients to be naked if I am not as well, surely?” he rumbles, hot in your ear, his warm chest covering yours. He grabs your other wrist and guides it to the same place. “Now, hold onto the cushion under your head and don't move your hands until I say so,” he orders, his smoulder turning lethal as you do as told. 

He pulls up slightly and yanks the rest of the coat open, throwing it aside, giving you only a fleeting glance before surging his leaking, heated cock right over your slit.

“God, Ben, fuck me,” your errant internal monologue slips from your tongue before you can stop it.

“Who is Ben?” he quips duskily, rocking in a distracting manner, his tip glancing into your folds. “There is only Doctor Bridgerton here tonight.”

“Doctor Bridgerton,” you amend, fingers curling into the seam of the throw cushion, fighting the urge to grab him, “please fuck me.” 

He smiles triumphantly and lowers himself over you so you are swamped by him. 

“Well, as you asked so nicely…” 

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[c03xistentw01]

ight i have a lot on my mind i gotta write it all up real good real fast before i forget.

last night i went to some random ass town called Gorizia on the border with slovania for work. The whole region was so slovanian that even in the market where we worked the signs and shit they were all bilingual in italian and slovanian.

slovanian lowkey gives off turkish vibes.

not so many of us came from padova so we just hoped on a black van and left. the driver who gave off strong leonardo vibes was playing twenty one pilots for the good portion of the time. i liked him kinda. i was lowkey admiring his long neck the entire time of the trip when i was sitting behind him liKE A FUCKING PERV YES IKR.

i didn't get to have much convo with him. i actually got none. except for the time when after legit 6 hours of work in the market he saw me and was like "lets go lets go lets go" without even looking at me for a sec thinking well since I'm speaking english the lil bitch is supposed to I'm talking to her ight?

there was this other guy from pd who i legit got to have a convo in italian with which felt nice and ... weird? cuz I'm never mentally prepared to speak italian?

and oh my god I'll never forget 'Vlad'. My team leader there.

he would see me across the hall miles away and shout my name "Paaaaaaaria" with theatrical eye rollings. And then see my work and be like "Maaaaarvelous. If you ever need any assistance (except for of course boyfriend material stuff) just call me. I'm used to be called with any consonant".

he once moved some stuff which made a loud noise i looked at him he was like im sorry i didnt mean to be this much dramatic *followed by yet another theatrical eye roll".

basta. when i got home and to my bed i was so tired i couldn't even sleep. i woke up at 11 am tho. went to mensa. got anxious. felt short (about that i was walking in portello some other day with hilal when a tall girl was walking towards us with her friend i heard her say "bassa" looking at me and the other "si sente" and looking down.

yes.

ladies and gentlemen. this happened. people are mean dead-inside assholes. They say whatever shit they want, making more space in your mind to wonder whether other people have always thought the same but never mentioned it.

although the pain the bitch inflicted was soon oddly compensated when hilal said "but girl you are average".

later that night when we were already drunk we decided to go to hilal's house and get more booze on the way because why not and also because hilal left italy to turkey on the following day.

we got there got more drunk. ade joined. we got high. I started speaking italian ade was like wtf you're at least B1.

before that hilal was talking about berfin and sometimes i get this feeling when other people are opening up to me deeply that okay but why do i not do that with them? like why do i find it so freaking difficult to open up about something that happened to me and was way more brutal but there my friends. is exactly where you start losing friends. so you keep your mouth shut.

but anyway. that night i realized it's different with hilal. when she opens up mi sento piu leggere invece.

i saw fatima today at mensa after a longass time cuz she was in cividale and i was just ... busy surviving the shitwave of shit of which I've had nothing but recently. She told me about this weirdass roomie of her who according to her has been hacked by some creepy dude for the past 12 fucking years. the dude even deleted his thesis and stuff. Fatima said i even once asked her to share her internet with me through hotspot and she was like no this is how my sister got hacked as well i dont recommend u do the same. i mean the whole fucking situation is so fucking creepily stupid we all dont know whether to feel pity whether to laugh cuz shit looks so fucking um .... surreal? or to call the police asap cuz i mean cmon.

[bellafragolina]

How would the subway lads react to an s/o or friend when under-stimulated- will either tackle-hug ingo/emmet, fix their hair for them, adjust their big ol' coat sleeves, play with one of their hands (like moving a finger or holding his wrist and making his hand shake up n down), and if they're hugging then they wrap their arms around ingo/emmet and trace random things on his back

👉👈 might even just straight up shove their face into a twin's chest and hug his waist 😳

Like sometimes the twins can sense that they're about to get pounced on and smothered in affection and attention from their friend/darling. It's sorta paradoxical to how embarrassed they get with PDA in public but really want to hold the twins' hands or arm...

If Emmet and Ingo are busy then the friend / s/o will divert their attention to one of the bosses pokemon. Galvantula is cuddled like a body pillow, petted, and enjoys having its fuzzy pedipalps held. Archeops has its feathers brushed and cleaned, called a pretty bird, and loves to sit on their lap since perching on their shoulders will cause both of them to fall over

(Totally not basing this off my own experience and urge to hug my cat and rub my face on her lil tummy while calling her like 100 different nicknames 🫣)

I have a similar thing where I like to lay across people or hug them or scratch their backs whenever I'm lonely or wanting attention. My main mode of affection is through physical means, so all my friends (who are not as physically affection) have to deal with me wanting to be pinned beneath their body weight. They give that exasperated sigh and just let me get it out lolol

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

Ingo needs some getting used to it. He's used to the affection from Emmet, but you are another matter. He flushes easily as you explain your reasons for the affection you're currently laying on him, and he's happy to indulge you. Just let him get used to it

Ingo relaxes into your affections, no longer tensing or flinching from them. He kisses your head whenever you bury your face in his chest, a soft blush along his cheeks. He enjoys the feeling of you on his arm (he feels like a gentleman leading you around), and loves the domesticity of you fixing his hair or clothes for him. The hand thing takes some getting used to, but he comes to think of it as cute. You check to make sure his hands are working, which he finds sweet

He gets a tad jealous when you turn your attentions to Excadrill. He'll sit and pout and watch how cute you are, swinging the mole around and peppering him in kisses. He doesn't want to interrupt the cute scene of you giving his Pokémon affections, but he wants some too!

You've made him an addict, so don't make him quit cold turkey :(

Emmet:

Emmet adores you. You tackle hug him, he tackle hugs you. You bury your face in his chest, and he sweeps you up to spin you around. He'll act like a cat, nuzzling his face into your neck, chest, whatever he can reach while you stroke and play with his hair

He'll wiggle his hand at you, trying to entice you into performing "safety checks" on his hand. He wants you to crack his knuckles, shake his wrist so his hand flops around. He wants you physically molded into his body however he can have you

He will whine if you turn your attention to Galvantula. Sure, watching you bury your face in Galvantula's fuzz, watching you carefully move its legs in a mock dance as you sing to it, is the most precious thing he's ever seen, but. . . he's right here!! He'll dance for you! He'll sing too!!

Hope you're ready for Emmet to give back what you give too. He'll lay on you, play with your hair, your hands. Crack your knuckles, pinch your cheeks. All of it. He just loves you so much

🍓🍓🍓

I feel like both these boys love affection, Ingo is just more reserved and polite about how much he loves it, while Emmet has no shame.

Hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day, love!

~Renee

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

---

Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 

[agustdiv1ne]

home sweet home (m) — cyj

pairing: choi yeonjun x f!reader

genre: established relationship au, nonidol au, smut, a tiny bit of fluff

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: he was insatiable, even at your parents' house.

warnings: 18+, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, innocence kink, corruption kink, yeonjun is a horny tease, petnames, praise, a lil degradation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don't be stupid, wrap it before you tap it), mentions of subspace, breathplay/choking, slight dacryphilia, creampie

note: happy (late) thanksgiving! i started writing this yesterday,, and don't let the pretty header mislead you, this is very much not a christian girl fall type of fic LMAO

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“listen, we can’t be all touchy in front of my parents, they’re not used to that from me,” you sighed as you watched your boyfriend haul the luggage out of your rental car. you could see his muscles flexing underneath his maroon dress shirt, thanks to his ongoing gym routine. you wondered if he wore that damn shirt on purpose. 

he did love to torture you, after all.

he plopped the luggage on the ground with a loud 'thump!', turning towards you with a sly grin. before you could slip away, he had you trapped in his arms, picking you up so you were pressed up against the side of the sedan, his hips pinning you against the cold metal surface as his lips found yours. 

“guess i’ll just have to get some of my energy out right now,” he mumbled against your lips. strands of his bubblegum pink hair tickling your forehead as he kissed you with more fervor than before, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. you easily submitted, a tiny whimper escaping your throat as his hands squeezed your hips possessively. you nudged at his chest for him to let up, giggling dazedly at his antics when he finally did (not without one last kiss, however).

“you’re such a horndog! we can’t do this shit out here,” you panted, “my old neighbors will rat us out.” you cringed at the thought of linda sneering out her window right now, the bitter old bat. you were thankful she couldn’t see all too well. hopefully she wouldn’t recognize you.

“what are we, twelve? your parents probably already know, princess,” he squeezed your hips once more, nuzzling his nose sweetly against yours, “and fuck your neighbors, sweetheart, let them see.”

you whined at his crass words, "but it's embarrassing." you slapped his shoulder lightly, your face burning, the warmth spreading down your neck. he laughed, releasing you from the suggestive position you were in. you grabbed your suitcase, your other hand finding his. he linked his fingers with yours as you walked to the front door of your parents house. before you could knock, he caught your wrist.

“did you tell them about my pink hair yet?” he asked, a little sheepish due to his unconventional hair color, the result of a lost bet to soobin. he wasn’t mad, he knew he looked hot, but he didn’t want to disappoint your parents. he wanted them to keep liking him.

you flicked his forehead good-naturedly, giggling once more as he pouted, “i already told them, they think it looks good on you. and you already know how i feel about it.” 

you rang the doorbell as his chest visibly puffed up in pride. you just stroked his ego, which always ended with you getting railed one way or another (he acted like he didn't have praise kink, the liar). you swore he better not pull anything in front of your parents. 

the door opened to reveal your mother, a wide smile on her face as she took in both of your appearances. she greeted you with a tight hug before pulling yeonjun in for the same treatment. she pulled back to get a better look at him. 

“i love your hair, sweetie!” she exclaimed, much to yeonjun’s confidence. he shot his charming smile her way, thanking her kindly for the compliment. 

your mother waved you into the house, letting you drop your luggage at the bottom of the stairs before leading you to the living room, the smell of turkey hitting your nose as soon as you walked in. yeonjun shook your father's hand, and you smiled at how they welcomed him so easily. you knew they already loved him, his first impression was stellar, but it felt amazing to have someone that you loved so dearly be accepted by your parents. they had never loved any of your past partners as quickly and as much as they did yeonjun. 

it made your heart swell.

your mother’s voice calling from the kitchen snapped you out of your thoughts, “y/n, come make the yams please!”

you pulled away from yeonjun to head to the kitchen as he went to sit with your father. as you helped cook, more of your relatives streamed into the house. eventually all that was left was to let the turkey cook, so you went to sit with yeonjun. before you could sit next to him, he pulled you into his lap, his muscular arms circling your waist. you squeaked as he pulled you down, then relaxed into his form. 

“you look so pretty, princess,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers straight down your spine, “i could just eat you right up.”

“what did i say about being touchy?” you pouted, shooting your puppy dog eyes at him, “and don’t say those things with my family right here, oh my god.”

“i can’t help it,” he reciprocated your expression right back at you, a hint of mirth in eyes. you bit your lip the slightest bit, and his eyes flocked down to your lips, a small smirk growing on his face. his hand came to grip at your thigh. to others, it might have looked like an innocent couple in love, but you knew better. yeonjun was horny, and you couldn’t lie, you were too, but he needed to wait, dammit. 

you gulped as he started massaging your thigh lightly, falling into conversation with one of your older cousins who asked you two about your relationship. while it distracted you from yeonjun's actions, a gentle squeeze to your thigh was all it took to bring your attention back to him. your mouth went dry.

your mom called out that the food was ready, and yeonjun finally let you go, but not for long. his hand found yours as you walked to the kitchen table. he helped you grab your food, always the gentleman, before serving himself. sitting next to you, his hand came down to rest on your thigh once more, except this time it lay nearer to your core, over your skirt. you almost choked on your food, sending him a warning glance. he merely smirked, continuing to eat as if nothing was wrong.

dinner passed smoothly, with different family members joking and asking yeonjun random questions (”why is your hair pink?” one of your younger cousins frowned. you’d never seen his face turn that shade of red before as he explained himself.)

as your relatives dwindled until it was just you two and your parents, your parents decided that it was time to head to bed. 

“goodnight, lovebirds,” your ever-so-pleasant mother called as she followed your father upstairs, “see you in the morning!”

both of you responded with a 'goodnight' as well, before you took his hand to drag him up to your childhood bedroom. it hadn't changed since your teenage years. 

you walked in, switching on the light before taking one of his hoodies you had stolen to sleep in. you made a beeline to your bathroom, trying to avoid yeonjun's grabby hands. 

keyword: trying.

he caught your waist from behind, pulling your body back into his, “why’re you trying to run away, baby?” 

“i’m not,” you argue, squirming in his hold, “just let me change, please.” you pulled out your puppy dog eyes card again. it was very effective.

he eyed you as you continued to your bathroom, “just change here.”

“nope,” you popped the ‘p’ as you shut the door, winking at him playfully. you pulled off your semi-formal clothes and removed your makeup before slipping the hoodie over your head. you hair remained a tangled mess as you were too unbothered to even try to detangle it. that was now a problem for tomorrow.

while he waited, yeonjun looked around the room. pictures with your best friends littered the walls, along with posters from some of the animes you had watched. a desk held random trinkets and a small, circular mirror. he smiled fondly. it seemed so you, even if it was teenage you. 

but god, if he didn't want to ruin you on your childhood bed. 

you returned to your bedroom, yeonjun still in his clothes, much to your surprise. you didn't get to say anything before his lips crashed against yours. you squeaked in surprise, eyes widening before finally melting into his touch. he tossed you on your bed, slotting himself between your legs before his lips found home on your neck, kissing and suckling at the sensitive skin there. you shuddered when he bit down on the spot beneath your ear, feeling him smile against your skin afterwards.

“sensitive there, hm?” 

“you already knew that, shut up,” you breathed, whimpering when he bit the same spot again. your legs tried to close, but were stopped by his body between your legs.

“that’s not very nice, princess, but i’ll let it slide since you look so pretty in my hoodie,” he cooed as his warm hand slid up under the fabric. his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties, pulling them down and off in a single movement. he spread your legs before you could even think to protest, “i’m gonna taste this cute little pussy, i did say i was gonna eat you up earlier.”

your mouth opened to retort, but instead you cried out at the sudden sensation of his tongue circling around your clit before slapping a hoodie-covered hand over your mouth. your parents' room was just down the hall, and there was no way in hell you were allowing them to hear you. 

his tongue flattened against your core, licking a bold stripe upwards. his lips immediately attached to your sensitive bundle of nerves, a finger slipping into your wet heat with ease. he soon slipped in a second finger, stroking your walls with practiced confidence while sucking and tonguing at your hot button. breathy whines escaped your throat involuntarily, and you felt a fire growing in the pit of your stomach. he looked up at your shaking form, taking in your form covered by his oversized hoodie. you looked so innocent, so pure. this just made him want to give you the most intense orgasm of your life.

and when yeonjun wanted something, he got it.

his lips began to move with more fervor, wrapping his plush lips around your clit to deliver harsh sucks. his fingers picked up their pace, a wet slapping coming from your pussy as your arousal leaked down your thighs.

“f-fuck, yeonjun,” you panted quietly.

your orgasm drew closer with each passing second, the fire growing hotter, brighter until you finally snapped. your entire body quaked as your high overtook your weakened form. yet yeonjun didn't stop his ministrations, continuing to thrust his long fingers into your fluttering hole. he groaned into your pussy, the vibrations sending your foggy mind reeling.

“taste so fuckin’ good princess,” he mumbled before his tongue returned back to your overstimulated clit. the slight pain fed into your mind-blowing pleasure, your legs twitching and shaking as he threw them over his shoulders. you grabbed one of your stuffed animals that was now haphazardly thrown to the side of the bed, clutching the bear to your chest and burying your head in the soft fur to muffle your ruined moans. he could feel himself get even harder at the image, your innocence quickly deteriorating as he nipped at your clit. tears gathered in your eyes as your second orgasm of the night overtook your shaking form, releasing small hiccups as the tears began to roll down your face. 

“you sound so pretty, doll. my little princess will take anything i give her, won’t she? just to be good for me?” he shifted so he could whisper hotly in your ear, the words prolonging your high. you nodded rapidly as he pressed his clothed cock against your naked core, the fabric providing a delicious friction against your aching clit. it hurt so good. 

“beg, tell me how good you’ll be for me.”

gripping the teddy bear like a lifeline, you babbled desperately, your voice just barely over a whisper, “fuck, i’ll be a good girl, sososo good for you, just p-please give me your cock, need it now, please.” 

he gnawed at his lip, palming at his cock over his black trousers before finally slipping them, along with his boxers, down his toned thighs. he ripped the shirt off by the buttons, haphazardly tossing it to a random spot on the floor. now fully naked, his cock slapped against his stomach, and you felt your mouth start to water. before you could sit up to take his length in your hands, however, he assumed his position between your legs. his hands spread your legs embarrassingly wide, allowing him to see every inch of your drenched center. 

you tried to resist his grip, and he tutted in mock disappointment, “thought you said you were gonna be good for me? daddy doesn’t wanna have to spank you.”

that title always had you rendered putty in his hands, and you stopped resisting. you stared up at him desperately, waiting for his next move, a breathy 'daddy' escaping your lips. the name coming from you sounded heavenly, and this spurred him on. his cock was sheathed in your tight walls within seconds, a choked gasp coming from you as he began thrusting immediately.

“d-daddy!” you whimpered, tone a bit louder than previously. he smirked, speeding up his ministrations as you clawed at the sheets below you, stuffed bear thrown off of the bed. you gasped as you felt his fingers close around your throat, your eyes rolling back into your head as he squeezed the sides of your neck. the heady feeling of his piercing eyes taking in your every action had you trembling beneath him, his thick cock stretching your walls deliciously. 

“what happened to my innocent little baby? letting daddy ruin you in your childhood room, only daddy can do this to you,” he growled, the raspiness in his voice sending you further into your hazy mind state. your vocal chords couldn’t seem to work, whines and whimpers the only things your mouth could produce. he pouted mockingly when frustrated tears welled up in your eyes, loving how desperate you were for him. he squeezed your throat a little harder to cut off your blood flow the slightest bit more.

“bet your family doesn’t know how much of a cockwhore you are for me, with your innocent little front. but all you really are is daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” he continued, hitting the spot inside you that littered stars across your eyelids. his sweaty hair hung in his face as he angled his hips to abuse that spot, watching as the tears finally spilled over your warm cheeks. 

“you look so pretty crying for me,” his free hand trailed down to your swollen clit, two of his digits circling the nub. you nearly screamed, the ache almost too much for your body to handle. the coil in your stomach wound tighter, tighter.

you finally found your voice to form what you hoped was a coherent sentence, “c-can i p-please cum, daddy? please?” 

“good girl, asking for permission,” the praise sent shocks straight to your core, “now cum all over daddy’s cock.”

with his permission, you allowed your high to take over, eyesight flashing white as he continued his ministrations. your walls fluttered around his veiny length, and though you were out of it, you could hear his own groans as he released his seed inside you (thank god for birth control). you both panted as your highs subsided, and he pulled his now-softening length from your weeping hole. you whined at the empty feeling, biting your lip when you felt his fingers push his seed deeper into you. you squirmed, and he laughed before pulling his fingers away. 

“you did so well, baby,” he whispered, gathering your still-trembling form in his arms. you buried your head in his chest as your mind started working again, the effects of subspace slowly fading as he mumbled sugar-coated praises into your hair. you giggled as he tickled your sides playfully, slapping his bare chest in retaliation.  

“if we wake up and find out my parents heard us, i’m burying you alive,” you smiled sweetly, a direct contrast from your cruel words.

he shot a cocky smile down at you, “maybe you shouldn’t have been so loud then, princess.” 

“you suck,” you pouted.

he merely chuckled before resting his chin on the top of your head. your eyes fluttered closed as exhaustion finally sunk in, drifting to sleep before him. he glanced down at your peaceful expression, thinking of the ring he had stashed in his dresser drawer back at your shared apartment.

he placed one last chaste kiss to the crown of your head before drifting to sleep, dreams of his future with you running through his head. 

© to agustdiv1ne. do not copy, repost, steal, and/or translate.

[ulquiorra-cifer-4th]

It's a quiet day in the deserts of Hueco Mundo, the home to Hollows and the Espadas, along with their treacherous and intelligent leader, Sosuke Aizen. While said leader and his underlings are going about their business, the alarms within Las Noches blares loud and clear, indicating a possible intruder. Could be a Soul Reaper, could be the possibility of an Arrancar going rogue. That's until a crash is heard.

A certain teenage half-demon groans and holds her head, a relatively huge scratch that's fastly healing on its own. As she stands up, she looks around her in confusion, wondering where she is. Just before she could fully grasp the situation, the roar of a Hollow rings in her ears, causing her to curse whoever and whatever out loud.

"Oh that bitch. That stupid, bitchass motherfucker. That long neck, turkey neck ass Soul Reaper. I will shove my foot up his ass the second I see him, it is on SIGHT. I'm fighting him and his lil Happy Meal ass friend too. Them and that fucking Hollow can catch these hands and kiss my left nut. Fucking low down, dirty ass, bootleg ass, Peppa Pig looking ass, ain't got no teeth having ass hoes."

He was within Hueco Mundo, running his rounds as he stalked the white halls. He just left an annoying yet insightful conversation with Grimmjow. He was to take this little knowledge back to Lord Aizen, but the signals of a weak life force were suddenly within the sands of Las Noches. He paused in his strides, and he debated with himself if he should actually go and check it out, he decided to go and amuse himself, as the information he needed to give to Lord Aizen could wait. He was rather bored anyways, and this little annoying anomaly shall cure it. With that, he teleported towards the area.

Once there, he could immediately hear a young woman's irritated voice calling out profanities, he will admit, it was rather amusing.

Girl, what has brought you here, to Las Noches? For you shouldn't be here.

[jungshookz]

shy makeup artist y/n and her flirty client model!jk who she’s intimidated by but who is actually just as dorky and shy as she is but she’s so cute n awkward it makes him confident af she’s dabbing foundation down his neck and he unbuttons his shirt a lil more when her back is turned so she’s forced to go down his chest a lil and is tRYING to be profesh but wOWIE

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; model!jungkook au, mostly fluff, aLways comedy, it gets a little spicy at the end but not mind-blowingly spicy more like a tingly spicy 

➺ wordcount: 3.6k 

➺ what to expect; “if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”

➺ note; after ten whole years i have finally returned with a jungkook drabble!!! i loved this request with my whole ass!!! okay i’ll shut up now - happy reading! 

(also i couldn’t find the original source of this gif but if u know who made it let me know and i can give them proper credit!!) 

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“why do we always have to have these shoots in the morning?” your mouth opens up in an obnoxious yawn as you arch your back slowly

you stretch until you feel a satisfying little pop in your spine before glancing over at taehyung, “in my humble opinion, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with an afternoon shoot. i’ll even take a nighttime shoot!”

“you know these shoots are arranged around the model’s schedule, right? not ours?” taehyung hums as he busies himself with his camera, “i told you before you started working with me that you’d have to get used to waking up early so i don’t know why you still complain about it after all this time…”

“it’s seven AM, tae-“ you groan quietly as you reach up to rub your eyes, “on a sunday! seven AM… on a sunday! i’m pretty sure it’s illegal to be up this early on a sunday-”

“mm, i hear ya… could you get me my air blower? i don’t know how my lens got so dusty…”

you look over at the cart stocked fuLL of tae’s tools before reaching over to rummage through the top for the little tiny turkey baster looking thingy

…

ah!

here it is

“also, i’m aware that i should probably know this crucial piece of information, but… who’s coming in this morning again?” you hand tae the air blower and shoot him a sheepish smile when he raises an eyebrow at you

sometimes he feels like he should’ve hired someone else and noT his little dummy of a friend

but you’re a decent assistant AND you do wonders with a makeup brush (two birds one stone!!) and you’ve never asked for a raise or a christmas bonus and the two of you have never gotten into an argument so there’s that too

“jungkook’s coming in this morning, remember? we were literally talking about this a week ago. he’s going to be modelling some button-ups… slacks…” taehyung shrugs, “i think some suits, too? i’m going to have to read jin’s email again.”

your eyes immediately widen

oh!

right!!

jungkook is coming in this morning!

…

jungkook is coming in this morning?!?!?!

“…why do you look like you’re about to piss your pants?” taehyung nudges your side before holding the air blower out for you to take

you take it back gingerly before letting out a nervous chuckle, “no reason. i, uh… it’s just that i… jungkook’s coming in and i’m… not wearing my contacts today.” you reach up to tap your finger against the lens of your glasses, “i don’t wear these out that often because they’re a little geeky looking-”

“yeah, and the gaudy cardigan you’ve chosen to wear today isn’t helping either.” tae mutters under his breath and you let out a scoff of offence

hey!!!

this is a gREAT cardigan

it’s baby purple and there are daisies embroidered all over it!!!

“also, how do you simultaneously look like a toddler and a senior citizen at the same time?” tae reaches over to pinch at one of the space buns at the bottom of your head and you immediately whack his hand away, “it’s very impressive.”

“what time is he coming in??” you ignore his jab and check the time on your phone, “maybe i can pop back home really quickly and-“

“good morning, early birds!” you jump three feet into the air when the studio door suddenly swinGs open and tae reaches out to keep you steady

he treasures you dearly but good goD

you’re always so jumpy!!!

“y/n, my love, looking as cute as ever!” jin grins widely as he approaches you and you can’t help but grin right back

the two of you lean in to give each other quick kisses on both cheeks

(you learned from the very beginning that jin was a very affectionate person)

“how have you been? it’s been a while…” you hum as you pull away

“it has been a while! maybe it’s been too long… who allowed you to buy this?” jin reaches over to pluck at one of the green buttons on your cardigan and the smile immediately drops from your face

why does everyone hATE your cardigan???

“you’re certainly very energetic this morning!” taehyung laughs lightly before leaning over to peek over jin’s shoulder, “where’s our superstar?”

“he’ll be here in a minute or two, he just had to use the restroom. what’s the plan for today, mr. photographer?”

“pardon me- i’m just going to head over to the vanity to clean up my station a little bit.” you excuse yourself from jin and tae before quickly jogging over to your work station

okay

deep breaths

everything’s going to be fine!

but… maybe you should’ve wore your contacts today and maybe you should’ve rethought this cardigan and maybe you should’ve done something else with your hair

but other than those three things, everything is perfectly fine!

you look down at your neatly arranged brushes with your hands on your hips before letting out a breath

the last time you saw jungkook was like a month ago which really isn’t thAt long ago but still

every time you see him, you turn into this fumbling, slightly sweaTY mess!!!

and you have no idea why!!!

well, that’s not true

you have somewhat of an idea as to why you’re so intimidated by him

it’s literally just because he’s cute

and on top of that he’s very naturally charming and flirty and you just don’t have enough skills to reciprocate the charm or the flirtatious comments so your immediate instinct is to just shut up and stay quiet and keep smiling!!!!!

one time, you asked taehyung for some flirting advice and his little nugget of knowledge was literally just ‘i don’t know. just tell him he looks hot.’ and you were like ??? whA-

“those are a lot of brushes!” you spin around immediately and the brushes rattle on the counter when you bump up against it, “good morning, y/n.”

oh greAT

you didn’t even have time to give yourself a pep talk!

jungkook smiles sweetly at you and you feel your heart hiccup in your chest

oh boy

“jung- hi! good- hi.” you clear your throat as you quickly step away from the counter so that he can sit down, “good morning to you. as well, also.”

…what?

what are you even saYING

this is already going downhill

“you ready to make me pretty?” he takes a seat before reaching up to push some of his hair back

“well, i don’t need to do much, you’re already so pretty-“ you snort before immediately clamming up

hey, check it out!

a piece of your soul just left your body and is now leaving the building

yep

there it goes

right out the door

“okay, now turn your body to the left- yeah, there we go!” taehyung groans encouragingly as he continues to snap away at the camera, “look off to the side a little for me…”

you know

you would’ve thought that by now you’d be used to the constant flashing lights but to be honest you’re starting to feel a little queasy and you’re afraid you’re actually going to go blind somehow

like second-hand smoking but instead of inhaling someone else’s fumes it’s your eyeballs absorbing someone else’s light

you blink hard before reaching up to wipe away at a little smudge on your glasses lens

“hey-” jin pops up next to you and you let out a gasp of surprise

why does he always do that?!??

“what’s the matter with you, huh?”

“what? nothing.” you scoff before pulling a face and crossing your arms, “nothing’s- you’re the matter with you- nothing’s the matter with me-“

“good morning to you. as well, also.” jin mocks quietly and you immediately feel the tips of your ears beginning to burn, “oh, jungkook, you don’t need any makeup, you’re already so sexy-“

“i said he was preTTY-“

“you get so nervous for no reason it’s actually hilarious-“ jin hides a smile behind his coffee cup when you let out a squawK

“i don’t- it’s not that bad!!!!”

“just a little more to the side… yep, there we go…”

jungkook turns to the side before tilting his head upwards, keeping his gaze towards tae

“-so annOYING-!”

his eyes flicker over taehyung’s shoulder to you and jin for a brief second

a light chuckle leaves his mouth when he notices jin take your arm before waving it back and forth frantically at him

he resists the urge to wave back at you and instinctively takes his bottom lip in between his teeth when he notices you quickly averting your gaze from him

“no, no lip-biting. too cheesy!” taehyung waves his hand and jungkook immediately snaps back into it

whoops

his eyes flicker back over to you

all you’re doing is polishing your glasses with the sleeve of your cardigan but heck!!!!!

you’re so unbelievably cuTE

and he’s obsessed with your look today

the low space buns

the bright, fuzzy cardigan

everything’s just so cute!!!

you’re always cute whenever he sees you but today you’re just extra extra cute

he’s liked you for a while (and he’s been wanting to do something about that for a while) but the only issue is the fact that you seem to be terrified of him

and he doesn’t know how to make you noT completely petrified of him!!

the two of you met over a year ago and every time he comes to do a shoot you act like it’s your first time meeting him!!

you’re always so nervous around him and he feels awful that he’s the one making you drop your brushes and burn yourself on curling irons

and it doesn’t help that he knows about your crush on him (one would have to be blind to noT notice your crush on him) because it’s not like he can just corner you and be like you like me and i like you too!!!!! can we kiss?????

that sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen now that he thinks about it

anyways he tries his best to be friendly and sweet and charming and funny in an effort to make you open up to him but the most he’s ever gotten out of you was a giggle and a soft ‘you’re being silly’ (he ripped a slit into one of your old beauty blenders and stuck it onto his nose) ((honk honk))

with that being said

he certainly takes pride in the fact that he has the ability to make your knees wobbly and your cheeks go bright pink

one time he was doing an underwear shoot and when taehyung told him to look over his shoulder and not into the camera, he made direct eye contact with you instead and the whole time you looked like you were about to burst into flames

and he always makes the effort to give you a compliment whenever he can because he likes watching the tips of your ears go pink when you thank him quietly

you’ve actually gotten better at taking compliments!

you used to immediately clam up and try to change the subject but now you actually thank him befoRe changing the subject

he likes that he’s played a part in boosting your confidence :-)

it’s what you deserve!!!!

and he can’t forget about that one time you accidentally pulled his hair a little toO hard when trying to get a knot out of his strands and he said to at least take me out to dinner before pulling my hair like that, baby and your eyes widened to the size of saucers and you looked like you were about to pass out

the good thing is that you’re not aS nervous as you were the first time the two of you worked together

you actually respond to his flirty remarks sometimes and instead of greeting him with a respectful little nod, you always say good morning/afternoon/evening to him even though they’re still a little clumsy at times (“good morning to you. as well, also.”) and sometimes you even tell him about what you’ve been up to since he last saw you!!

jungkook’s happy that you’re obviously more comfortable around him but.,.,

he doesn’t know if this is going to make him sound like a jerk or not.,.,

it’s just that.,.,

can you PLEASE hurry up and just tell him that you like him?????

at first he thought that maybe he should make the first move, but then he decided that he wanted you to comfortable and that he wanted you to decide when you wanted to do something about the cartoon hearts floating around your head whenever he smiles at you

but for the love of god

you’re killing him here!!!!!

you’re basically dangling yourself over him and he’s always just out of reach

“…starting to cake up around your nose…” you mumble absentmindedly as you pat jungkook’s nose gently with a powder puff

he can’t help but stare at you as you continue to tap at the sides of his nose

you’re standing in between his spread legs (another indicator of you becoming more comfortable with him) and he resists the urge to reach up and pull you down onto his lap

you straddling him would probably be more comfortable for you!!

you wouldn’t have to bend down like this and have your poor back ache for the rest of the day

…what???

your posture is his number one priority!

there are no ulterior motives whatsoever

the two of you lock gazes for a millisecond and a smirk twitches at the corner of his lips when he notices the panic in your eyes before you’re standing up straight and turning to look down at the things on the counter

“so, um, i’m just going to apply a little foundation on your neck now.” you clear your throat as you pump some foundation out on the back of your hand

“sounds good.”

“tilt your head back for me, please?”

“mm.” jungkook places his hands on his lap as he looks up at the ceiling

he feels your fingers brush against his neck as you attempt to move the collar to the side a little bit and a little tingle rushes down his spine

“can i…” jungkook looks back at you and notices the apples of your cheeks growing pink, “can i undo one button on your shirt? both jin and taehyung would kill me if i accidentally stained the collar with foundation.”

“go ahead.” jungkook clears his throat, “…i could just take my shirt off, you know.”

“you-“ your voice cracks and jungkook bites back a cheeky grin, “you, um, you know, that is a very… creative solution! i think i’m just going to- just one button for now.” you let out a nervous chuckle as you bend down again and reach for his shirt

your fingers tremble slightly as you struggle to undo it and you feel your face growing hotter by the second (seriously??? it’s ONE button y/l/n pull it together)

“need some help?”

“yes, please…” jungkook reaches up and places his hand over yours and you feel his eyes on you as he undoes the button

yep

there goes another piece of your soul packing up and promptly exiting the building

toodle-loo!

“so, are your glasses new? i’ve never seen you wear them before…” jungkook trails off as you begin to smeaR some foundation on his neck with a brush

you smile lightly before shaking your head, “i, um, i was too lazy to put in my contacts this morning, so i had to come today wearing these bad boys.”

you reach up to push your frames up but they slide back down

“you should wear ‘em more often.” jungkook looks at you for a brief second before tilting his head back up towards the ceiling, “i like them.”

he does?????

hehe

your heart skips a beat for the trillionth time today and you let out a hum before chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously

jungkook is fully aware of the effect that he has on you and you haven’t decided yet if you like it or hATE it  

you stand up straight and lean back a little to see how the foundation looks

hm

taehyung wanted dewy and this is looking a little matte

a droplet of liquid highlighter mixed into the foundation can fix this problem!

as soon as you spin around to look for the little bottle of liquid highlighter (it’s from coverfx and it’s one of your favourite makeup products ever!!!!) jungkook quickly reaches up to undo three more buttons to open his shirt up a bit more before quickly putting his hands back down on his lap

heh

>:-)

he clears his throat and puffs his chest out a little when you turn back around to face him

you pause and your sneakers squeak against the floor when you realise that you’re looking at a lot more than just his neck

what on god’s good green earth is th-

he really wants to kill you, doesn’t he??

you swallow thickly as your eyes trail down slowly from his neck to his chest, taking in every little divot and-

“something the matter?” jungkook asks innocently and you quickly shake your head before letting out a chuckle

“nope! i was just… nothing.”

wow

i was just… nothing

very smooth!

nice save!

you’re a professional

so be professional!!

you feel your heart working twice as hard to pump blood around your body as you continue tapping lightly at jungkook’s broad chest

wowiE

he definitely works out every day

“you can tilt your head back down if you’d like.” you say softly as you press the sponge into his beautifully sun kissed skin

you feel your heart practically fall out of your aSS when jungkook tilts his head back down only for him to be at eye-level with you

“oh-!” his nose bumps against yours and your hand jerks in surprise

the beauty blender bounces to the floor but that’s the least of your concerns at the moment because heLLO

you feel like you’re completely frozen in this position but you manage to pull your head back just a teensy bit, “i-“

“you know, y/n…” jungkook grins cheekily and you feel a little lightheaded when he leans forward to nudge his nose against yours on purpose, “if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”

!!!!!!!!!

…

okay, yeah, you want to kiss him

oh goD you want to kiss him so badly

and it seems like he wants the exact same thing because his eyes just flickered down to your parted lips

should you do it???

should you just go for it???

frick

you’re VERy bad at being impulsive

would it be weird if you asked him if you could put on some chapstick fi-

“you wanna kiss me, baby?” jungkook teases and you feel a little flutter in your tummy, “because i definitely want to kiss you.”

you feel like you’re under some kind of a trance as you nod eagerly

yes!!!

yes yes!!!!!!!

(and jungkook would be lying to himself if he said that seeing how eager you are to kiss him didn’t make his own tummy flutter)

you find yourself leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee to stay balanced

what’s happening to you?!?

whO ARE YOU

jungkook reaches up to where your hand is placed on his chest and wraps his fingers around your wrist as his other hand begins reaching for your waist

your eyelids flutter shut as y-

“you don’t get paid to make out with our clients-!” you immediately spriNG backwards when taehyung suddenly barks at you and you let out a little yelp when you end up stumbling right into jin’s chest

jin wraps an arm around your waist from behind before pulling you a couple steps farther away from jungkook

“and you don’t get paid to make out with the stylists-!” he scolds jungkook before pointing to you and wagging his finger, “off-limits!”

you wouldn’t mind if a black hole suddenly emerged to swallow you up whole because this is definitely one of the top five most EMBARRASSING things to have ever happened to yoU

“we weren’t making out!!” you snort before letting out a sound of disbelief, “we weren’t making out.”

“that’s not what it looked like to us…” jin lets go of you and you stumble back towards jungkook

“yeah, y/n’s right!” jungkook chimes in, “…we were just going to kiss a little-“

you slap a hand over his mouth and smile sheepishly when jin and taehyung share knowing glances

“can you two lovebirds at least control yourselves until after the shoot is over?” taehyung smiles sweetly and bats his lashes at you and you can already tell he’s going to tease you forever about this

it’s finE

just act normal!

act like you weren’t just caught about to kiss jungkook

“no problem at all!” you swoop down to pick up the abandoned beauty blender on the floor, “he’s all yours-“

“yeah, we’re going to need a minute or five because we’ve got a decently-sized problem down here.” jin whistles lowly and jungkook raises a brow in confusion

what problem?

he’s ready to dive back into the shoot-

jungkook glances down and his eyes widen in panic

he scraMBLES to grab the suit jacket off the back of his chair before tossing it over his lap

oopsies

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

[supercantaloupe]

i don’t go here but 96 + oklahoma?

96. another person touching your skin with cold hands

[prompt list]

“I hate this time of year,” Laurey complains. She shoves her fingers into her armpits.

“What, you don’ like the snow?” Curly asks.

He stretches his arms out and grins. It’s a heavy flurry out, the first of the season, and it catches and alights on their hair and cheeks. “It looks good on you!”

“I don’ like the cold,” she corrects. She huffs and her breath steams in the air. “It’s freezin’ out here. This is why man invented fire.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he whines in that way of his. She rolls her eyes as he jogs back over. “Pretend you’ve still got a heart like a lil kid. Let’s make a snowman.” He scoops up a handful of snow and starts to pack it together between his gloves. It puffs out and falls back to the ground between his fingers.

“I’ve got a heart,” Laurey protests and swats him away. “It’s gloves I don’t.” She brings her hands up to her lips and blows on them to stave off the numbness.

“What happened to yer ol’ knit ones?”

“Wore out last spring. Ain’t got new ones yet.”

“C’mon. One snowball.”

“No,” Laurey repeats, firmly. “My hands are already cold enough as is.”

Curly grins again, and it’s the same stupid grin he always gets when he gets an idea. “You want me to help warm ‘em up?” he offers.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Sure thing.” He almost puffs out his chest like a turkey and starts to pull his gloves off finger by finger.

Laurey gets a grin of her own. “Alright.” Before he can move, she reaches over and presses her fingers to his neck, right below the collar of his jacket.

He just about jumps three feet in the air. “Je-sus christ, Laurey!” he exclaims, swatting her away and rubbing the skin she touched to bring it back to life. “What’d you hafta go an’ do that to a man for?”

“You offered to warm me up!” Laurey explains through peals of giggles.

“Cold as ice!” Curly exclaims.

“Did you not believe me?” Laurey laughs, and reaches for his neck again.

His eyes go wide as he catches on this time and ducks away. He brings his arms up to block hers as she chases. “Damn woman!” Laurey swats at him again. With a lucky swipe, Curly manages to parry her attack and grab one of her hands, holding it fast.

“Hey!” she exclaims, still giggling. “Let go!” She moves to use her free hand to pry her trapped one loose, but he grapples that one too and holds tight to both. “Curly!”

“You wanted me to warm ‘em up, didn’t’chu?” He grins at her again.

She tries to be serious and composed, but it’s hard to stifle the laughs. “Ain’t what I meant.”

“How’s this?” he says, squeezing less tight and maneuvering his fingers to interlace with hers. “Better?”

“Mm,” she hums. “Grand,” she says, and it’s warm as a stove at suppertime.