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marijmin · 3 days ago

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Jaehyun dad!au drabble

Warnings: reader jae and their daughter being cute. SMUT. MINORS DNI

A/N: this is my first time writing cause I decided to participate on the secret santa event made by the amazing @leejenowrld and I got to write for @jaem4eva , hope you like it and I'm sorry? Also english is not my first language so there might have grammatical errors

The kitchen is chaotic. There’s flour everywhere, eggshells on the floor, chocolate powder all over the counter and your cat is trying to drink milk straight from the bottle.

But you and your daughter are having so much fun.

“Mommy, when will the cookies be ready?”. Your 4 years old daughter asks you while sitting on the floor in front of the stove.

“Blink and you'll miss it”, you crouch down and bump her little nose. “Now let's help mommy clean the kitchen”.

She promptly got up to help you, and that was the second part of the fun. You absolutely love to spend time with your baby girl, relishing on how smart and beautiful she is. Astonished about how she's a perfect mix of her parents.

“Mommy! Mommy! Cookies are ready!”. Your daughter caughts your attention and runs towards the stove.

“Be careful, it's too hot”, you warn and she stops, waiting for you to open the oven. You grab the gloves and carefully take the tray out, pulling in the counter away from your daughter's hands so she won't get burned.

“Hope daddy likes the cookies”, she said dreamy.

“He will love it darling”.

It's December 23rd and with your husband Jaehyun at work, your daughter had the idea of baking cookies and making a surprise for her father.

You just finished decorating the cookies when you hear the door opening. Your daughter runs straight to it, calling for her dad. Jaehyun automatically picks her up and hugs her, with a bright, albeit tired smile on his face.

“Daddy, we made a surprise for you! Close your eyes!”, she puts her small hands in front of his eyes.

Jaehyun exaggeratedly stumbles with her in his arms making her throw her head back laughing. You cherish this view, smiling fondly. They reach you, your daughter runs back to the counter while he greets you with a quick kiss.

“Ta daaaa”, the little girl shows the cookies happily.

“It's so beautiful and it looks delicious.” he praised her. “You did all of it?”

“Yesss me and mommy”, she looks so proud and it makes you even more proud of her.

“Good job”, he messes her hair, going to grab one, taking a bite. “Hmm the cookie is so good, that's my girl”, his big hand met her small one in a high five.

The three of you eat the cookies in the kitchen. After, Jaehyun went to take a shower while you and your daughter waits comfortably on the couch, with 3 cups of hot chocolate on the living room table. When he comes back, you play games sitting on the floor for hours.

Your daughter is so electric, talking nonstop about how much fun Christmas night will be since she's going to spend it with her grandparents. Your grandmother is sick and she wanted the whole family with her in her house for the Christmas party. So you, your daughter, Jaehyun and his close family will also grant your grandma’s wish. And your little girl is more than happy with that.

When she yawned, you noticed it was her sleep time. You and your husband asked her to help pull away her toys. Despite whining and complaining she wasn't sleepy, her fluttering eyes told otherwise.

Jaehyun puts her to sleep while you finish tidying up the living room. You're so distracted you got startled when you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a deep low voice in your ear.

“Now it's just you and me baby”.

You turn around in his arms, your hands going to the hair on his nape. “And what do you suggest we do?” You ask provocatively.

“We're going upstairs to our bedroom and I'll give you an early gift that only I can”, he had that smirk when he knows he's getting what he wants. And he's about to.

At your shared bedroom, Jaehyun grabs your waist pulling his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. His hands going under your shirt and then grabbing the hem to remove it. You both slowly undress each other, the clothes scattered randomly around the room.

Jaehyun lays you on the bed, his body comfortably on top of yours as the kiss turns hungrier. His hands explore your body even though he has done it so many times. He runs his fingers through your inner thighs agonizingly slowly making you squirm and whimper.

“Patience sweetheart”, he tuts, taking his time to reach your heat and when he does you let out the longest moan.

He parts your lips and runs his finger up and down before inserting his index finger inside you, pumping slowly before adding his middle finger in.

The room is dark, only the moon illuminates the place giving an intimate and sensual atmosphere.

“You're so wet baby, all for me”, he whispers in your ear and you moan out loud. When he starts to pick up the pace, he stops and withdraws his finger. You whine, hating how empty you feel.

“Patience”, he repeats, but this time strictly, emphasizing the syllables. Jaehyun kiss you hard, tongue fighting with yours, lips red after he pulls away to spread kisses on your neck, nibbling and sucking the area making you almost rip his hair off.

He went down to your nipples, sucking one bud while squeezing the other, then inverting. His head reaches where you wanted him the most. He kisses your cunt before diving his tongue on your folds. You put your legs over his shoulder and arch your back. You feel your high approaching with how good he was sucking your clit, and he noticed it, he knows your body by heart. Moans and his name were the only things coming out of your mouth as you came.

Jaehyun soothes you, giving small kisses all over your face as you come down from your high, his chin still wet.

“You did so good honey”, he whispers softly in your neck, a contrast from his previous actions.

“Fuck me please”, you managed to whisper.

He groaned, grabbing the base of his cock lining up in your entrance. You moan as he bottoms out. Your walls so tight around him, you've been together for so many years but you still struggle to take him.

Jaehyun thrusts slow but hard, so deep you feel him in your guts. His hands holding your hips so tight it will leave marks the next morning.

“You're doing so good baby, you're perfect”, he praises you. You push him down and kiss him messy and hurriedly.

“Oh god you're so big” you whine after he thrusted too hard, hitting the right spot.

He holds both your hands on the mattress as he picks up the pace. You feel that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach and screams his name so loud he has to kiss you to swallow your moans. He rubs your clit and in a matter of seconds you're coming again. Jaehyun comes right after with a deep groan.

“I love you”, he says out of breath.

“I love you too”.

You both stay cuddled until he carefully pulls out of you and gets up to grab a towel to clean you up.

Now you're lying on his chest, his arms around you and your legs intertwined.

“Do we really have to go to your grandma’s house tomorrow? I want to do this again and stay like this”, he complained.

“It's just for Christmas night, cmon”, you replied lighthearted. Your family loves him and he adores them, even both of your families get along.

“I know I know, I like to hang out with your family but I’d rather stay with you”, you giggle and kiss his pouting lips.

“We have the rest of our lives for that”, you kiss him deeply, your love for him overflowing.

You feel like the happiest woman in the world. You have the sweetest daughter, your reason to live, the little person you love the most. You have an incredible husband who moves worlds for you. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #christmas drabbles #jaehyun smut #jaehyun fluff

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reevezs · 18 hours ago

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//lots of end-of-the-year shouting in this post, sorry if it gets too loud, I'm screaming into a read-more pillow... mostly.

there would be no Zach, Eric, and Ria (and Ver lol) without ByeNYC so:

thanks @byenycfm , its lovely admins, and every single member of the group, I obv won't tag all of you on an indie blog but I LOVE YOU. you're all amazing and amazingly talented, I love your characters. I'm grateful for Ria and her beautiful skeleton bio, thanks for letting me take care of this bby. thank you for *the* brotp I'll never get over, thanks for two heartbreaking ships and three heartwarming ones, for all the crazy headcanons we've got there, whether it's chasing zombies with an RC car or pushing one out of the window or down the stairs... most importantly - thank you for promising you'd come back after the group's hiatus and for actually coming back. we've created a community we wanna return to and we all deserve the biggest hug for that. 💙

thanks for coming back @renegadetulisrp , Old Ass RPers know what's up lol. we've known each other for more than a decade, holy shit. I love you and your babies - don't ever change, add more muses, write more crazy plots, you're one of my favorite reasons I'll always log back here 💙

@pleinsdemuses my bb! I love you and our 1000 verses where we hurt our babies for the plot and hand them some Happy Verse cookies so they don't kill us. my angst, smut, drama partner in crime, I don't think we'll ever run out of ideas. thank you for everything 💙

I don't know if I love us or hate us, @parvumchao , probably a bit of both lmao. it sounds like a threat, but I'll follow you everywhere, the dash without you is shitty. I love your muses - we don't have a single happy thread *shrugs*, but I really do 💙

@nikkiitalks , let's ruin our muses and cry over them like we're not responsible for their misery! thank you for finding me years ago and for keeping me. or for letting me keep you. I don't know, we're just holding hands and follow each other everywhere and that's how it should be 💙

another partner in chomper crime! I'm so happy you and your ocs joined BNYC, @myriadxofxmuses , so now our lovely nerd ship can sail in two verses, giving us diabetes! it wouldn't be the same without you, my dash here wouldn't be the same without you, I'm so happy I've met you! 💙

@ayakoito first-time husbands muns, I'm so happy for these two! we can have 100 threads and they find a new way to make me AWWW in every single one. we can ramble about everything and anything and I'm so happy to have you, but I'm sure you will understand when I say thank you for teaching me the most important word ever: verschlimmbesserung. 😂💙

thinking "oh god, so much cringe" already? it gets worse. more hugs and thank yous:

@plotsjotsandespressoshot and your girls - I apologize for being a shit partner and I miss writing with you, so we need a new thread or ten now lol 💙

@kierankyleculkin you hurt a bot but I think you're lovely 💙

@impcrsonatcr my fellow h.alsey human, big hugs! 💙

@thefvrious & @ghostsxagain and your chef's kiss muses - I'm a fan 💙

@dontcxckitup , @richardxoliverxmayhew , @kit-just-kit - I don't think you'll mind if I put your trio like this? that's how I see you, guys lol. your muses are among my all-time favorites. 💙

speaking of favorites - @notsoinnocentlittleangel I want you to know that Joanna is one of my favorite female ocs ever 💙

@brokenblondeprincess and pierogi is a full sentence 💙

@rcbf4 it's "Adam", not "Jake" 😂💙

@sugarandwhiskey and your lovely bby - thanks for popping on my dash 💙

@emeryfleming @corxunum @ghostsandmirrors @formaechao @heartxshaped-bruises @crew-from-capulet @bewitchingbaker @poisonedfire @brooklynislandgirl @thatslayer @facepeeled @alwaysanangcl - seeing you on the dash makes me happy 💙

people I've followed since my indie debut, @cheapxseats @heartonanoose - idk if you're still around, we haven't had a thread together in ages but thank you for the ones we had in the past 💙

#ooc: it's art again #//end of the year screaming 2024 edition lol

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withjaejae · 17 hours ago

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Hole-in-one | JJK pt. 4

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

High society, richie rich type

Warnings: slight angst, secret keeping, oral (f), vanilla sex (?), jk rips another thong, spit kink unlocked

A/N: Jungkook’s “If he wanted to, he would” moment.

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

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“And the final touch…” Your stylist sprays on the setting spray and a bit of glitter in your hair.

You stare at yourself on the full mirror, the deep velvet purple hugging your waist, the sweetheart neck pushing your ‘golden globes’ (because they belong Jungkook according to Jungkook) together.

“You look lovely, darling.” Your mom smiles as she stands behind you. “Jungkook is gonna lose it when he sees you.”

“Oh my god. Mom, please.” You playfully roll your eyes. She’s right though.

The charity ball is being held at one of Jungkook’s parents’ hotels and your parents are this year’s major sponsors.

Yesterday was graduation, you and Jungkook took photos like how all couple do. It was so cute that you’ve already made it a wallpaper.

As soon as you’re ready you take your lilac shawl and drape it over your elbows. The lavender clutch in your palms. A little too much purple? Heck no. Its not even enough.

The place was packed with your neighbors, investors, prospect, and some relatives. Even Taehyung’s parents were here but he missed it by a day by going back to Paris.

You scan the crowd for Jungkook.

“Looking for someone?” You smile as you turn to see your ‘freakishly handsome boyfriend’ (according to Jungkook).

He’s dressed in a custom Dior suit. A purple crystal flower tucked in his coat pocket.

He scans your outfit biting his lip.

“Wanna skip?” He asks and earns a smack to the head from his mother.

“At least wait an hour before running.” His father whispers while, his mother just rolled her eyes gives you a hug.

“I do hope my grandkids take after you.” She side eyes Jungkook.

The mention of grandkids made you laugh nervously. Jesus, its only been six weeks.

The host announces that the program starts in a couple of minutes for the guests to settle.

Jungkook offers you his arm and you both walk towards the table to the front.

Most, if not all, eyes were on you two. Heirs to the city’s biggest developers. You’ve heard the rummours, ‘arranged marriage’ ‘marriage scam’ ‘denying bankruptcy’ ‘the jeon’s dowry money’

It all ended up with marriage. Sure, you can see it happening but its too soon. Even Jungkook avoids the topic.

As soon as you settle at the table you share with your parents, the host welcomes everyone.

It was a talk about what the firm achieved, the items for auction, the progress of the charity. Its really something to be extremely proud of.

Your father finally took the stage.

He welcomes everyone and makes a speech about the future endeavors.

“… not only did I gain a new Interior designer, my daughter, YN…” You stand up and wave to the crowd earning some applause. “But I also gained a new architech, my future son-in-law, Jungkook.” Jungkook hesitates but his mother nudged him to stand next to you.

The announcement made you freeze, suddenly feeling covered in cold sweat but you smile through it as you clap for the man next to you. He smiles nervously.

When he wanted you both to be seen as a couple tonight, he didn’t expect a marriage proposal from your own father.

Jungkook had no idea what he agreed to when your fathers asked him to join the firm. His parents bought and invested in properties while your family did the buildings and designs, it only made sense but he didn’t think your father would make it this big of a deal.

As soon as your father leaves the stage and the silent auction began, you excuse yourself from the table, rushing to get some fresh air.

A series of congratulations met you along the way, all you could do was smile and nod. Doing your best not to be rude.

You try to tune out the noise, you can feel your name being called but you don’t stop walking.

“YN!” Your father’s sister blocks you by the hall and hugs you. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“Auntie, how are you?” You try to distract her.

“Same as always, drunk and single.” She laughs and abruptly stops. “Guessing from tour dad’s speech, you haven’t told him yet?”

“No and I will but…” You sigh.

“You should tell him, Spain can really spark up a lot of inspiration, when are you leaving?” She smiles then her eyes flicker to someone behind you. “There’s my future nephew-in-law.”

You turn to see Jungkook who already had his eyes set on you. His breathing heavily at what he just overheard.

“Kook.” You peep.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns. Your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out.

“This is my cue to leave.” Your aunt walks away slowly.

“Kook, its just an internship.” You finally say.

“When were you planning on telling me?” His piercing stare drooped down and now he looks like a kicked puppy. Damn it, you just wanna kiss him right now.

“Tomorrow…” You step closer. “Don’t be mad. I sent the application two months ago, I didn’t expect to hear anything back. They reached out a week ago…”

“A week ago? Baby, we’re together everyday and you didn’t tell me?” He starts pouting.

“We had graduation, the charity ball, my parents and then you with the firm. I haven’t even told my dad yet.” You take his hands in yours. “I didn’t know what to do with it yet. Is it the best program for interior design? Sure. Its it the only program? No. I was looking into some other options here—“ You were cut off by Jungkook’s lips.

“Babe, go for it.” He finally smiles, it was small and a bit sad but he does. “I’m just upset you didn’t tell me. I had to overhear it from your aunt.”

“She has an apartment there, I asked if I could rent it out for a couple of months—“ Jungkook groans and his lower lip juts out even more. “Again, still looking into it.” You kiss him again.

He sighs and holds your face with both hands. “Babe, do it. Come on, its Spain. The food, the architechture, the views, everything there screams beauty. It’ll be great.” He pecks your lips again. “Don’t overthink it.” You smile.

“My dad is going to be really really sad I’m not gonna be joining the firm asap.” He lets go of your face and intertwines his hand with yours.

“He will be. I’m not gonna lie, my part in his speech scared me for a second.” He chuckles. But that didn’t mean he was against it, he thought.

“Yeah, I mean its only been six weeks.” You both slowly walk down the hall towards the balcony. “It’s not that I’m not ready for marriage, I do love you but I don’t think we’re far from there yet plus—“ Jungkook stops walking. “What?” His eyes search yours.

“You love me?” You stare into his soul and bit your lip.

“Well, shit. Kookie, you make me feel alive and seen. You’re the best part about my day.” He pushes you against the wall, for anyone to see. He looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you. For a while now.” This time it was your turn to pout. She flashes you his bunny smile and you can’t help but kiss him.

“Oh dear Lord, at least get a room, honey.” Jungkook’s mother was standing to your left making you both stand up straight and hold back the giggles. “This is a four star hotel, the beds here are top tier.”

“Mother!” Jungkook scolds as his mom cackles just the way he does and turns away, waving us off.

He sighs and turns to you. The smirk you loved so much appearing on his face.

“Wanna test it out?” He wiggles his eyebrows while your furrow in confusion. “The beds, if they’re top tier.” You smack his shoulder but grab his hand.

“Lead the way.” You bite your lip.

Jungkook makes one call and you’re already being met by a hotelier at the elevator. It takes 10 more floors before it opens again, you shoot your mother a quick text about stepping outside with Jungkook.

By outside you mean inside a fucking suite. Jungkook tips the man before he shuts the door.

“Now, you don’t even wanna fucking know what that dress does to me.” He slowly stalks towards you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

You drop your shawl and purse as you hastly chuck your heels to the side, waiting for him to get to you on the couch.

The moment he reached out for you, your lips lock together. Teeth and tongue clashing, battling for dominance which he always wins.

He picks you up and takes you to the bedroom. You try to reach for the zipper but he stops you by snatching your wrist.

“Keep it on, for now.” He whispers against your lips.

He sits on the edge of the bed lies back taking you with him.

“Wanna taste you.” You mumbles and nudges you to sit on his face.

He wraps his hand on the band of your thong and you stop his wrist too.

“Rip this and I’m never wearing a thong again.” You warn and he smirks.

“Why wear any at all?” He goes ahead and rips the bands.

“Fuck, Jungkook. That’s so hot. But so damn expensive.” You whine. “Why can’t you take it off like a normal person?”

“Because…” He completes his sentence by letting the tip of his tongue tease your clit. “I can buy you all the thongs you want just so I could rip them again.” Jungkook is smart but he can be a dumb hunk when horny.

“You should just buy me— fuck.” You were gonna tell him to buy you the entire store but then he starts to lap up your pussy. Tasting your sweet saccharine juices. Its as if he’s feeding off you.

His view was perfect, your tits nearly slipping out of your violet dress, your hair getting loose from the bun. Your lipstick smeared over your cheek, mouth wide open chanting his name.

He reaches up to grab your tits as he fucks your hole with his tongue. You instinctively move your hips over his face. The sounds make you feel wilder than usual.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Your thighs start shaking. “Jungkook. Baby. Can’t hold in.” You moan and fall forward, your hands landing above his head. You let out a long moan as you cum all over Jungkook’s face.

He gives you as second to recover before gently turning you both over. Your slick running down his chin. He hovers his face for yours, you lick up your own juices of his face and he found that extremely hot.

He slowly reached behind you to unzip your dress, he’s taking his time tonight. Kissing every section of skin that shows as he takes it off.

You sit up once you’re naked and take time to undo his pants too. Staring into each other. Your souls speaking to each other.

He leans down to kiss you again, soft this time. As if the world stopped and he wishes it does because right here with you is where he always wants to be.

Fully undressed he lays you back down he starts kissing your neck as he gently enters you, sighing at the intrusion. You may have been fucking several times a week but he still gives you a stretch.

Your fingers laced in his hair as he takes on of your nipples into his mouth, teasing both tits alternately.

“Kookie, move.” You whine. He starts a slow pace, but even he has limits.

He starts catching speed. “Fuck. Harder, please baby.” You moan. Begging over and over. “Jungkook. Fuck, yes!” Your nails digging into his back, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he nips at your skin.

“So fucking tight for me.” He groans through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck, babe.” He pounds into you.

Your back arched off the bed, he’s lifting you by the ass. Slapping your tits.

“Open your mouth.” His wish was your command, he spits into your mouth. You moan, he feels you tighten around him. He smirks at the discovery of a new kink.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks as he rams harder into you. “You’re pussy takes me so well. So fucking perfect.” He places his hand on your throat. You fucking smirk.

He cuts off your air and you start shaking, your second orgasm ripping through you. He cums deep within your pussy.

He releases your throat as you both come down from your high.

He lands on top of you. Chest flushed against each other you can feel each other’s heartbeats.

“She was right, this bed is top tier.” You both laugh.

“I love you.” His lips tickle your neck and you giggle. “I love you, YN.”

“I love you, Jungkook.” You kiss him, over and over.

“Hey baby.” He picks up the call. “I miss you.” You’ve just gotten off your shift and decided to go for a walk to your favorite spot.

“I miss you more… Namjoon asked me to go golfing today. I said I couldn’t, not without you.” He says, you kick the pebble off the ground. You pout even though he can’t see you.

You’ve been exploring Barcelona for a week now. The program is going very well. But this is the longest time you’ve been apart since you started dating and it drove you both mad.

“Namjoon sucks at golf. Wish you were here, its getting cold.” You pout as you sit on the bench, admiring the Sagrada Familia.

“Okay.” He says before abrubtly ending the call.

Someone casually sat next to you, the familiar cologne making you grin. His arms wrap around you.

“Is this warm enough?” You turn to plant a kiss on his cold lips.

Of course he’d book a flight just because you joked yesterday that he should see your view from your favorite spot.

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A/N: Will end this with pt. 5. Please continue loving me.

#bts au fanfic #bts smut #bts fic #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #golf jjk #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts college au #jjk smut #jungkook fic

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lostintransist · 2 days ago

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You’re writing is amazing you’re amazing and just all the love my goodness I can’t get enough 💕

Oh my goodness! Thank you! I know sometimes (I feel at least about myself) that it reads as just a casual thanks! as if you were passing on the street but I need you to know that this is like caught me in the side of the neck with feels and I will gush about you to my spouse and my soul mate (I am supremely lucky they aren't the same person).

Now I don't know if you are a fan of König (or reading Chiseled Heart) but this has been rattling around my brain like those cans people use to tie to the bumpers of cars for people who got married so I want to share becase we are a long way from it showing up in the fic.

*I like to give people words when they stop by. I treat it the same way sevice people come to my house to fix things. "You want a snack? I got snacks."

I've only had one guy take a snack.

I keep offering.

König freezes, hand on the doorknob, as your voice drifts in from the porch’s open window.

“König? I really like him.”

Your words are full of soft meaning that slaps at him; beating against his skin like the hands of the children who would laugh and pinch him. Even when he was small he had been too big.

“What about him though?” It’s your friend, Tori, “We haven’t seen his face and yes he is built but he doesn’t say much.”

“He seems to treat you well. I guess what we are saying is that we are concerned. He is nothing like your usual type and I want to be sure this isn’t a rebound.” That is Amara, Tori’s girlfriend.

His hand is starting to cramp around the round knob. He relaxes his hold; nothing in life was built with him in mind. König knows he should move, leave, make his presence known, something. The deepest parts of him, those bits hidden that would flourish if only a spare drop of love could find its way down, made him stay silent and still. No one else had been in the house when he came in to use the restroom. The openness of the floorplan would alert him to anyone entering the front door. And so, he stayed.

An annoyed huff leaves your mouth as you must shift in your chair, cloth shifting against wood. He can imagine you, arms folded tight as you force your shoulders down.

“He is kind, and not only to me. Mara, I have seen him pay for a stranger’s tank of gas when we stopped once. I hopped out to use the bathroom. There was a line so I happened to glance outside and see him getting hugged by a sobbing man with his hand still pressing something to the machine. The two receipts for gas confirmed what happened. He buys gift cards every time he goes to the grocery store and often turns around and hands them to moms in line behind him.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath before continuing.

“My usual type is pretty. But pretty men only bring pain. König isn’t pretty.”

König had been stabbed several times, your words punched him with the same force. He shifted his weight to move away, deepest soul shriveling further at the imaginings of your harsh words.

“Have you ever had someone become beautiful before your eyes?”

Your friends must nod or respond in some way he can’t see because you go on.

“He is striking. König’s face is my favorite thing to look at because every time I look he has become more beautiful to me. There is a scar here,” you must be pointing somewhere on your face. Lord knows how many scars he has mapping the landscape of his. It is one of the reasons that he wears a mask even now. “That whites out when he smiles big.”

Something unfurls in his chest, a desert plant tasting rain.

Tori again, “But this isn’t a rebound?”

“I don’t see how it can be? He doesn’t know I like him this much. Honestly, I would be happy being his friend. If he got a girlfriend I would sob myself to sleep for a few weeks as I make friends with her,” you sniff and clear your throat.

“Ah, hun,” Amara croons at you, “You’ve got it bad for him.”

The watery laugh you let out trails König as he slips away to the front door and away from the private conversation.

“God, I’ve got it so bad for him.” The tears in your voice water his broken parts.

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mika-sob · 1 day ago

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Wolfgang Akire SFW Alphabet

- im delusional chat

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- this man’s love language is words of affirmation and gift giving

- he will shower you in love, bro is super wholesome

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

- your friendship will definitely get off to a good start no matter what your personality is. he will treat you with respect and care for you

- as a best friend he would get a bit more relaxed, not needing to keep up his professional behaviour 24/7.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

- he loves to cuddle. usually big spoon but in the times where you want to spoon him, he’ll go with it. just be warned, he’ll be a blushing mess

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- he definitely wants to settle down. he isn’t a ‘playboy’ type and due to his past he wants to create a great family.

- it’s canon that he has no idea how to do laundry, it’s kind of funny. since he never cooked or cleaned for himself, due to his family being rich cause lawyers, he is super bad at keeping rooms clean but tries his best

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- oh so this is angst yeah uh

- if he needed to break up with you, he’d be definitely in distress, wondering if it might be his fault.

- the day he breaks up with you, her sits you down, trying to keep his cool. he’ll put his professional behaviour back up like a wall, wanting to break up with you gently

- he’ll feel so bad afterwards. tears would be shed behind closed doors

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- he really likes the idea of commitment. he really only got with you cause he knew you were the one. he handpicked over 200 cases based on his gut feeling, he knows he will be able to grow old with you

- he isn’t really in much of a rush to get married. he’ll make sure about your opinions on marrige and settling down before considering on proposals. though he does want to get married before his 30’s, at least 40’s

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- super gentle and caring both physically and emotionally. no need for explanations

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- oh he loves hugs. like loves them so much

- any chance he gets, he’ll hug you, even as simple as a hand around your shoulders or waist.

- his hugs are super warm and comforting. feeling his long arms around you, securely holding you as he rests his chin ontop of your head is like heaven

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

- it does take time even if he loved you at first sight. since young he had many walls up around him, wanting to keep his feelings safe. only once he knows you love him back, he’ll say it as well.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

- when he’s jealous there would be barely any signs. when ever he sees a person trying to be all buddy buddy with you, he passive aggressively shooes them away and sweeps you away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

- his kisses are like his hugs. soft, warm and gentle. no matter what height you are, he lives kissing your forehead or hand. y’know those fantasy scenes where the prince kisses the princess’s hand? like that. he really loves it when you kiss him on his mole or lips, it’s just so cute

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- oh he’s amazing with children. like he can calm them down, make them happy, comfort them with only his words. best malewife fr fr

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- due to his lawyer job, he wakes up pretty early to get ready, but not before kissing your forehead

- on weekends, he also wakes up early cause he still needs to work on his cases. but with enough puppy dog eyes, he’ll definitely cuddle you till you fully wake up, or atleast stay in bed with his computer, combing through your hair with his free hand

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- mornings usually apply to nighttime as well. he has a lot of work so he doesn’t tend to get home early. after a long day at his office, he’ll cuddle up with you immediately, sometimes falling asleep in his suit

- on days he works at home, he’ll sit in bed with you as you try to fall asleep, working on his computer. he tries not to wake you or disturb you while working but once he looks over at your sleeping figure, he cant help but smile and put his computer away to cuddle you

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

- he’s actually pretty quiet about his opinions. die to his past, it’ll take a while for you to learn how he was raised

- he never wants to overwhelm and burden you with his worries so he might reveal things at a slow pace

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- oh he has a ton of patience. unless it’s something harmful or hurtful, he doesn’t get angered a lot. it’s the skill of being a lawyer really, he has good composure

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

- he remembers everything. picture perfect memory (make’s his past sadder)

- if you mention a cool book or thing you might like, he’ll gift it to you immediately. even in passing while glancing through a shop’s window. he’ll remember everything about you

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- when the first ‘i love you’ was said. he will never forget how he felt, butterflies in his stomach as he either heard or said it. it was just so wholesome

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

- oh he is super protective of you, not in a possessive yandere way though. he just makes sure you’re okay and comfortable during anything and everything and will help you calm down if overwhelmed

- honestly he feels protected with the sign of security. being secured down in a life routine and trustworthy relationship makes him warm in the stomach

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

- he is amazing at dates, anniversaries, dates and gifts but chores? that might be too much for him to handle

- he tries his ever so loving best but somehow he does something wrong. he’s so funny and cute

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- in ulyesses fte, he fomments on when wolfganf and him were bunk buddies, wolfgang would tend to leave his clothes everywhere and even not knocking before going into the bathroom. he was so irritated that he switched rooms to be with wenona

- pretty self explanatory

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- he wants to look his best for you. he’s always so used to being proper and polite in front of the jury but he puts extra effort when ever he’s metting with you. after a while in the relationship, he’ll let his guard down and not slick his hair back 24/7

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- yes yes yes

- if you guys ever break up, it’ll damage his emotional state badly. he always thought he had amazing intuition and really picture a future with youso it would break him if things didn’t work out

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- whenever you hug or kiss him outta no where, he’ll become bright red.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

- if they hurt others intentionally. big no no

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

- takes him a while to actually lie down in bed and try sleep but once his head hits the pillow, he’s out. he won’t even be sleepy but when he lies down and either you’re not there or sleeping, his body just knocks him out. maybe he should get more sleep if it’s that bad 💀

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sungnxxn · 10 hours ago

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Mięso | Meat |

[sad!parksunghoon x fem!character]

Genre: Angst

Warnings: smoking, emotional detachment, profanities, mention of having a family, Sunghoon needs a hug AND therapy, self desctructive jokes, mention of diagnosis

Word Count: 1,7k (1721)

Actually wrote this based on the song 'Mięso' by Taco Hemingway, yet it does not necessarily fit but the vibe of the instrumental surely does sooo give it a listen if you want

!!! DO NOT REPOST NOR TRANSLATE WITHOUT PERMISSION !!!

It is not like he planned on going into that cafe. He had not. He just passed by and his feet led him there automatically. He really did not plan that. Within a minute he found himself sitting at the table that was near the big window. If you were a passerby you could see the whole cafe from the outside if you decided to take a look through that window. 'Cozy setting' he thought to himself. The single lightbulb casting a small light right onto his table. In the whole cafe there were like twenty more of them though.

And it hit him. 'Why am I even here?' furrowing his brows he took his keys and a pack of cigarettes out. Placing them onto the table he could not mind of letting a frustrated sigh and leaning into the chair while confusingly scanning the whole room he found himself in. Seeing all the people - weirdly happy people - chatting, smiling, gesturing with their hands, as if they were having any kind of oral exam and the teacher asked them suddenly a tricky question, made him oddly uncomfortable. Not to an extent where he could not hold it anymore. Just a normal kind, you could suppose at least.

Rolling his eyes he looked out of the window wondering how could somebody be still smiling when the weather could be compared to aboslutely dog shit. It has been cloudy and rainy all week and today seemed like the worst day. Suddenly single rain droplets appeared on the window. 'Just great.' Taking a cigarette and a lighter out of the box, Sunghoon sighed once again. He promised he would quit. Seemed like not today at least. Positioning the cause of his long term addiction between his lips, he took a look around the room once again. Pacing his eyes among the people, he made eye contact with a child. Literal child. Just a child. Somebodys pecious and favourite human being.

The youngster smiled at him, yet he could not care less and roll his eyes away. 'Don't look at me like that.' She used to joke about having a kid with his eyes. His hair and his last name. ''One hell of disaster would that be.'', he told her back then. He would never want to see another version of himself in this world.

Finally lighting the cigarette and taking a drag, he could not help but note that the taste changed. Oddly nothing. No satisfaction. No relief. No comfort. No nothing. Just a cigarette with weird light mint taste.

Fidgeting with the lighter in his left hand, his eyes paced around the room once again. He made eye contact with the child. Again. 'What's his problem?', annoyed that somebody was watching him, Sunghoon tore the eye contact once again. 'Obnoxious little shit.'

Could have been his obnoxious little shit. Yet he was not build for that life - nor was she. Not then, not now, not even in the future.

Licking his lips, he shook off the ashes out of the cigarette. Darting his eyes to the world outside of the cafe. He saw her. Blinking calmly he looked out again. It was her. Her. Her. Her. Her. Her.

Suddenly his head started to hurt and his stomach had an unsettling feeling at the bottom. Yet the time did not stop, nor did the world. Spinning just like before. Spinning just like his head one and half years ago. Just like that time when she told him she wants to leave. She needed to leave. Needed to leave to pursuit the love she deserved, not the one she was getting from him at that time.

She was laughing even though she was soaked in the rain from head to toe. Laughing with somebody else. Somebody that actually made her laugh. Somebody that she did not have to fake her laugh around. Somebody that seemed to make her better. They did. Somebody that is just the right amount of love, respect, understanding, happiness and the right amount of sad for her. She could not handle Sunghoon. Even when she tried, he was too emotionally draining. If he ever showed his emotions in the first place.

He knew that something was wrong with him back then as well that something is wrong with him now, yet he does not see the sense of fixing it. It will fix itself with time. It surely will. It has to.

Just within a moment seeing her made him feel empty. Nothing. He was not jealous. Heck, of what? Of finding somebody that treated her how she should have been treated? It wasn’t jealousy that coiled in his chest, but something colder — acknowledgment and pure understanding, happiness even. She deserves this. Hell, maybe he did too, in some other timeline where he hadn’t turned his back on her dreams of something bigger, brighter, warmer. And maybe if he hadn't turned his back on his own dreams and health too.

'Great to see her genuinely smile. Suits her.' he thought. He started to shake his head. She is over him. He is over her. They are over. And so are her dreams that included Sunghoon. Her dreams probably contain the person standing just right beside her. The person she's smiling to. The person she really loves.

Sunghoon could never give her what she wanted. Not in this timeline and not in any other. He was just too blind to see, too numb to feel and too hopeless to live. He does not know any of it now either, he is just existing. Yeah, existing is the right word.

The right amount of vowels and consonants. E X S I S T I N G. What a lovely word. If you are existing you are not obliged to commit to anything. Family relations, friends, love, life. You just don't care… about anything in particular.

Sunghoon did not care if he had food in the fridge. He did not care if he smoked or not, or if he even had anything to smoke at all. He did not care if tomorrow he will be kicked out of his apartment, if he even has somewhere to live.

He kinda wished he was in his grave already. Obviously he would not say that out loud - except for those unfunny jokes that whenever the topic were ropes or something similar, he would just say ''Yea, perfect noose for a head.'' Or if the topic would be high buildings, it was natural for him to say that he would just love to try to fly. Just for those goddamn science reasons. Right??

The truth is, he does not know why he suddenly started to feel or think like that. He turned 14 and poof, no reason to live available. It is safe to say that him not talking about any of his very concerning thoughts did not help for his character development.

But it is safe to say that he tried to change or fix whatever was wrong with him when she entered his life. He went to therapy, secretly but he did. Maybe that was one of the reasons for their break up, when she would accuse him of cheating when he did not tell her where he was going for one hour every three days. He did not want to tell her anything that he himself did not know. Or maybe he was just ashamed. Of not being normal. Of not being perfect. Of not being the right amount of love, respect, understanding, happiness and sadness.

Or maybe the real reason for their breakup was his later shortly diagnosed emotional detachment. Towards her, his family, friends, coworkers. He was cold. No empathy. He kept all his sadness and anger inside. He kept his opinions inside. He was very objective. Even when he should take sides. The side of his partner. He should have been emotionally available for her when she needed it. He wanted but he did not know how to be vulnerable. Well,, we will never know. (?)

He learned that showing your emotions was showing weakness. He certainly did not want to be seen as weak. He loved her even when he did not feel anything in his chest. The only emotion that he felt physically was fear. And that is how he thought every emotion should feel like. Physically. He did not have any physical pain when he was supposed to feel adoration for her. Back then he convinced himself that he was feeling something. He was hoping it would come with time. It had to come with time.

The only thing that came was fear. Fear of not being able to love her, fear of not being able to feel anything.

Shortly after their breakup, Sunghoon decided that his therapy was going nowhere and it did not help him. He checked out. Told his goodbyes to his therapist that saw that idea as bad. Right before he was about to exit the counselling room, his back then therapist told him his concerns. How he was near the diagnosis of emotional detachment, depression and self destruction. Sunghoon called them money-greedy afterwards and never came back.

He obviously thought of that 'near' diagnosis, and decided to only accept the first one. 'Pure bullshit of a dignosis, I'm not depressed nor self destructive, what the hell.' A lovely mindset of his admitting to only one.

He could not pinpoint when exactly he got startled by a waitress telling him that smoking in a cafe was not allowed. Apparently he stared out of the window for solid 3 minutes causing his cigarette to nearly burn out. And stating the obvious, the smoke and smell alarmed a waitress.

He blinked at the woman working in the cafe and out of the window once again. He did not see her anymore. She vanished into the crowd of people running away from the rain. Then again, he looked at his cigarette or more like ashes piled in a stick, if ever, shaking them off into the ashtray and immediatly putting out the rest of the remaining cigarette.

Suddenly Sunghoon stood on his feet while startling the waitress, hiding his box of cigarettes and keys into his pockets. He left the cafe without a word.

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zombyjuice · 12 hours ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 —- jj maybank x reader 🍽️🍧episode one. Lucy's first day back | next episode

IN WHICH- Lucy Cameron is finally back, and she has no idea what the Pouge's and their new addition going through and what adventure lies ahead of her. Theres people to choose from, gold to chase, love to run away from. what will she do?

Its already halfway through summer and you are just now coming back to outer banks for the first time in a year busy at the school your dad got you in that is specifically aimed towards animals, you being in the marine department.

You didn't except anything big not many people paid any mind to you thinking your strange for a kook, but first day back so many people were making uncomfortable small talk and giving gifts you'll probably throw in a corner of your room. You didn't even think your family would care that much, but I guess a year is a long while.

You and the family are now on the way to the midsummers ready for the party, you in the backseat having a short and concerning conversation with your brother.

Your eyes shoot everywhere trying to see if what your brother said so loudly caught the attention of your family in the car, but everyone seemed to be in their own world, and Sarah out of everyone was acting stranger than usual typing fast on her phone, not being very interactive, remembering her tell you about not liking topper anymore, which wasn't surprising just, interesting.

Your eyes widen and your face shoots right back to your older brother "you're doing what?!" a sharp whisper spills out my mouth "crack...? what never heard of it? I'm surprised. you know, usually people with holes," he stops waving his hands around and he points and pokes at your lip and nose piercing "in there face, knows what that is... crackheads"

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As the Cameron family enter the decorated backyard everyone claps and cheers happy and big smiles. Lucy, had a long white cotton dress on with flowers embroided in it, once curly green hair now straightened falling to the deep curve of her waist with a golden flower crown that matches her sisters green one and dewy glittery makeup to pull the look together, she awkwardly smiles and waves with Sarah, noticing her get pulled away by her boyfriend and you just followed behind your parents till you saw Pope and Kiara, she was staring at you with what seemed to be a distasteful look but once you looked her way her eyes shot somewhere else. This was confusing knowing where they last left off on, very close friends. Lucy, Sarah, and Kie they know everything about each other lucy and Kie being way closer having similar views on things Sarah always being the more out of touch one but that didn't take away from the fact you all loved each other.

So she's goes up to them.

"Heyy pope, hey Kie, haven't seen you guys in forever!" pope cheerfully smiles and hugs you tightly "Hi lucy man we've missed you," he looks to Kiara who looks like she wants to die, eyes staring everywhere else and lip curling "right Kie?" he nudges, lucys heart dropped and the air shifts feeling now tense and awkward a scoff slips from Kiara's lips, and she rolls her eyes "I'm leaving" not forgetting to roughly push past your shoulder, you scoff and move next to pope watching her walk away "is she being for real right now? like what the hell" pope sighs "you've missed a lot, her and Sarah are on sum rocky waters" he pats your back "but hey, try this, its fire." you turn and pope gets ready and tosses the shrimp thinking you'd open your mouth but it only slapped your straight face "rocky waters?"

"Can you believe this Midsummer shit, man?" john be sighs "Of course I can. Happens every year. No matter how screwed up the rest of us are." jj scoffs and shrugs "So, like, what's the plan, exactly?" they begin there walk towards the party "Okay, look I need you to get this to Sarah." John passes a note towards JJ as he tries to speed up, "oo! can I read it?" "No, you can't read it." "who's Vlad?" "God, do you ever listen?" "Hold up. are you macking Sarah Cameron? "Dude, would you shut up, shut up!" "Your macking Sarah Cameron!" "All right man! I'm doin it for everybody, all right?"

JJ goes quiet a devilish smirk raising "what!" he shakes his head "nothin. Thanks for bein a team player, bro. hey, hey! maybe i should mack on sum lucy juicy, you know, for us" he starts to laugh "whats funny is that you havent seen or spoken to the girl in a year" "yeah man, whatever, don't be mad when you see me posted up with her... whenever she gets back. you know that shits not funny! Shes a sensitive topic" john b scoffs "yeah yeah now would you stay still" he begins to help jj with his disguise.

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"what are you doing out front, your parents are in there kid" one of the security guards say looking at me with a look of concern but doesn't leave his place on the stairs "oh nothing, I don't feel like being in there it's not what I expected" a sigh leaving my lips and I melt in my chair usually id enjoy going to a party with my friends at least, like a Keiger but I haven't been to one in a while, or to any party matter of fact the marine nerds aren't really party people. I feel like I poke out like a sore thumb in obx, now more than ever, and the one person I was excited to see somehow hates me, it's embarrassing honestly.

So i just settle with playing with my drink and looking inside the house watching everyone interact.

"I keep finding glasses way down the beach" like a dog my ears perk up and my back straightens to the familiar voice, but I don't act on it, I keep my head turned and just listen if its the voice i think it is i might just cry "Do me a favor. Try to keep 'em corralled, will ya? I thought you were security" the voice scoffs and you giggle to yourself, turning your head around as he turns the corner and go to follow him shortly behind.

From where your standing you can see him converse with pope and you can see how distress pope was you could tell something was wrong as the wheels start to turn in your head and the dots almost connect themselves you can now see his face, its beaten, and your heart skips an unwanted beat as you see him walk up to Sarah, you know why she doesn't like toper anymore and you know why everyone has been acting weird there's something going on with all of them but you don't know what or who.

You watch them interact closely and a smile you can't even tell is very apparent on your face. He's such a doofus. He shuffles around Sarah passing her a note, it must be from john b, wheezy told me about him and Sarah "flirting on the boat" but you didn't take it seriously. you watch as your crazy brother walk up to him and start to say something shoving him a bit and backing him u- Oh shit... your crazy brother.

"Well, here are the hors d'oeuvres. oh shit. lucy?"

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memorabxlia · 2 days ago

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A BIRTHDAY FIT FOR A PRINCE ━ 이한

genre: idol!au, parents!au, fluff summary: in which he surprises his family by cooking breakfast, leading to a heartfelt day of love, laughter, and of course playing prince with his daughters. warnings: terms of endearment, established relationship, idealized family life, kissing, mentions sleep and eating pairing: nonidol! leehan x fem!reader, wc: 1.3k a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEHAN, also I absolutely love this req nugget! (apologies for taking so long, I would answer your req but the answer button has seemed to vanish into thin air 😅) nets: @blossomnet @onedoornet @chrimatanet @k-labels @k-films

You wake up to an empty bed, blinking away the last remnants of sleep as you stretch. It's unusually quiet for this time in the morning, and the absence of Leehan by your side makes you frown in confusion. Your mind is still fuzzy from sleep when it hits you: it's Leehan's birthday.

"Of course," you whisper to yourself, a small smile tugging at your lips. You sit up and rub your eyes, already thinking of ways to spoil him.

But then you notice something: the unmistakable sound of clattering dishes coming from the kitchen. You get out of bed quickly, padding down the hallway in your pajamas. The scent of bacon wafts toward you, and as you turn the corner, you find Leehan standing at the stove, cooking breakfast.

"Leehan?" you ask, a bit incredulous. "What are you doing?"

He turns to you with a warm smile, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "Morning! I'm just making breakfast. Thought I'd surprise you and the girls."

You walk closer, arms crossed, and give him a playful glare. "But it's your birthday! You shouldn't be the one cooking."

He shrugs, casual and calm as always. "I wanted to. It's no big deal. You go sit with the girls. I've got this."

You huff in protest, but he's already back to focusing on the food. "Leehan," you press, moving to his side. "Seriously, let me take over. I want to do something for you today. You deserve to relax."

He shakes his head, shooting you a quick smile. "I'm fine, really. I like doing this. Go sit down; spend some time with the kids."

You roll your eyes but don't push it further. There's something endearing about how he never lets you fuss over him, even on his birthday. "Fine," you grumble, throwing your hands up. "But you're going to let me spoil you later."

"We'll see," he replies with a chuckle.

You shake your head, making your way to the living room where your two little girls are already awake and playing with their toys on the floor. They light up when they see you.

"Mommy!" your oldest, Mina, calls out, abandoning her dolls to rush over to you. Her twin sister, Minji, follows close behind.

"Morning, sweethearts," you say, kneeling down to hug them both. "Did you say good morning to Daddy?"

Mina nods enthusiastically. "He's making pancakes!"

"I know, but it's Daddy's birthday. Don't you think Mommy should be the one cooking?"

They both shake their heads in unison, giggling.

"Daddy's pancakes are the best," Mina declares confidently.

You laugh and ruffle her hair. "Well, you're not wrong there."

A few minutes later, Leehan calls out from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"

You usher the girls to the table, where Leehan has laid out plates of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit. It looks amazing, as always.

You sit down next to Mina while Minji climbs into the seat across from you. "Thanks, babe," you say, appreciating the spread.

"No problem," Leehan says, taking a seat. "Dig in."

The four of you start eating, the chatter between bites filling the room with warmth. The girls are old enough to feed themselves, though you keep an eye on them just in case. You take a moment to appreciate the scene: your little family sitting together, enjoying a simple breakfast. It feels... perfect.

After a while, you glance over at Leehan and ask, "So, birthday boy, what do you want to do today?"

He pauses, taking a sip of his coffee before answering. "I was thinking we could have a family day. I don't get much time with you all because of work, and I just want to relax with my girls today."

Your heart swells at his words, and you smile softly. "That sounds perfect."

Mina, always quick with suggestions, perks up. "We should watch a movie!"

Minji nods eagerly. "Yeah, a movie!"

You laugh, knowing exactly what's coming. "I bet I can guess which movie."

Mina grins, bouncing in her seat. "Frozen!"

Of course. You've seen it a million times, but you can't deny how much the girls love it.

"Well, it is Daddy's birthday," you remind them. "Maybe we should let him pick?"

But Leehan shakes his head, smiling. "Frozen sounds good to me."

The girls cheer in unison, and you chuckle, knowing you're in for yet another viewing of the animated classic. "Alright, Frozen it is."

Once everyone finishes eating, you all head to the living room. Mina and Minji race ahead, practically launching themselves onto the couch, while you and Leehan follow more slowly, hand in hand.

"I'm still going to do something for you today," you insist as you settle next to him on the couch.

He squeezes your hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Just being with you all is enough."

The movie starts, and before long, the familiar songs and scenes fill the room. You glance over at the girls, both of them completely captivated, and then at Leehan, who seems just as content watching them as the movie itself.

It doesn't take long for the soothing sounds of the movie to lull you into a doze. The comfort of the moment, the warmth of your family, it all pulls you under.

When you wake up, you blink groggily and realize the room is much quieter than it should be. Sitting up, you notice that the couch is empty. Mina, Minji, and Leehan are nowhere to be seen.

"Where'd they go?" you mumble to yourself, standing up and stretching. You wander through the house, checking the kitchen, the hallway, and finally making your way to the girls' room.

When you peek inside, the sight before you makes your heart melt. There, in the middle of the room, is Leehan, sitting on the floor with Mina and Minji. They've pulled out their dress-up clothes, and Leehan is fully participating in the game. He's wearing a plastic crown, a cape made of a pink blanket, and the girls are twirling around him in princess dresses.

You stifle a laugh, watching from the doorway as Mina adjusts the crown on Leehan's head.

"You're the prince, Daddy!" she declares proudly.

"And we're the princesses!" Minji adds, spinning in her gown.

Leehan looks at them both with pure adoration in his eyes. "Well, if I'm the prince, I guess I have to protect the princesses, right?"

Mina nods seriously. "Yes, from dragons!"

Leehan puts on a mock-serious face. "Dragons? Oh no! Where are they?"

The girls giggle, running around the room as if they're being chased by invisible dragons, while Leehan pretends to battle them off with a toy sword.

You lean against the doorframe, watching the three of them with a mix of amusement and affection. This is exactly why you love him so much. Even on his birthday, he's putting the girls first, making their day as magical as possible.

After a few more minutes of watching the playful scene unfold, you finally step into the room. "And what's going on in here?" you ask, grinning.

Minji runs over to you, grabbing your hand. "Mommy! Daddy's the prince, and we're playing princesses!"

You raise an eyebrow at Leehan, who just shrugs, still wearing the ridiculous crown. "I couldn't say no."

You laugh, kneeling down to join them. "Well, it looks like you're doing a great job as prince."

He grins, reaching out to pull you into the game. "Care to join us, my lady?"

You roll your eyes but play along, taking his hand. "Of course, your highness."

The rest of the day is spent in pure joy—playing, laughing, and enjoying the kind of simple, precious moments that make everything worth it.

Later, after the girls have been tucked into bed, you and Leehan sit together on the couch, exhausted but content. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Today was perfect," you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head softly. "It was, wasn't it?"

You smile to yourself, feeling incredibly lucky to have this little family, to have him. "Happy birthday, baby."

He squeezes your hand gently. "Thank you. For everything."

And in that quiet moment, as the house falls into peaceful silence, you realize that this is exactly how birthdays should be—filled with love, laughter, and the people who matter most.

❥﹒ boynextdoor taglist: @minkilicious @dobbiesvvorld

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bluebunnysart · 1 month ago

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I like how today's chibi sketch turned out so I'll upload it! 😊 Tsundere is nice <3

It's because I fell in love with this picture and I get SUPER excited whenever I think I can recognize my AU versions of them (and I definitely can in that pic, down to the expression and height and everything) so I wanted to draw them for real 🥰

My faves 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 (Android Miku x Chimera Teto)

#my art #hatsune miku #kasane teto #end of the world au #fanart of my fanfiction again #i drew non-chibis of them too but i'll probably be doing a lot of corrections digitally so i wont upload those #teto's wings are ridiculous (affectionate) so i want to draw them properly so it's not confusing xD #her wingspan is probably similar to her armspan so the main thing i'd want to correct is their shape #she's like okuu level wingspan for any 2hu fans out there lol #not quite as bad as okuu actually but she can hug Miku with them so lol #fun fact: i was considering whether or not i should give Miku the ability to blush cuz she's a robot but #since she's an android and removing that would be taking something pretty big away... she can do it xD #Miku's outfit is her original outfit but instead of being gray her shirt is white #you'll see later probably. idk how later tho #i still wanna complete that other drawing i showed a wip of #the picture i linked is so soo good... ahhhhhh #in my head i kept repeating 'love is real' after i saw it so you can probably guess how much i loved it (a lot)#i need to write them doing this immediately lmao (but i gotta do stuff rn so i cant)#at least i have my book about trash now tho xD

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dirt-str1der · 2 years ago

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Ocs can be so special and not reflective of yourself in any way

#Listen to my problems #just remembered that yancy has night terrors well into adulthood and he lives alone in a big house because his parents didnt want to move to #central city with him. and he doesnt sleep until he has to he stays awake in his kitchen drinking beer and crying sometimes just because #and when veronica moved in she would sleep on the sofa and take care of him at night ... (veronica has nightmares sometimes too...)#she had a major freakout about her missing eye and shes still steeped in paranoia that theyre gonna find her (unspecified they)#she doesnt like touching people much but she hugs him and only him and lets him give her silly nicknames .. x #and sol .. then sol came home with yancy ... and sol came into yancys room (yancy likes him a lot ...) and they would hold each other at #night simply because theyre both warm bodies #yancy doesnt know that hes just a machine .. sol was so much more to him. before he was gears and wires he was yancys friend ...#yancy is Callous about the wires. he forgets sometimes he loves machines but more than that he loves sol ... you see .... he is a cool #machine but theyre best friends they like each other ..#hes yancys bodyguard he takes care of him throughout the day and throughout the night #person by person yancys big house starts to fill up ..#just realised something funny. sol and grace are from the same hitman agency. sol choked yancy out and tried to break his neck before he #hired him and grace was invited to come over by sol and as soon as she stepped into the house she was chased around with a knife by veronica #like both of them tried to kill their special one thats really funny #i say special one because sol is yancys special one but grace and vero are literally just girlfriends who have sex

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strawberrypoundtown · 7 months ago

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Alright, hear me out I am thinking... Werebear. I just can't get my mind off of the idea of a werebear with his little round ears and fuzzy tail who gets disturbed while trying to hibernate (Which he's admittedly not very good at)

That's it, take it and run girly~

(OH it's just a quick one shot- sike, this was a lot longer than I planned and I had to cut some of it for another time lol I should have made it two parts, but whatevs

Enjoy the show - Strawberry 🍓)

Dummies Guide To Hibernation

Clayton Briggs x Fem!Reader

You move into a new apartment complex and notice your next-door neighbor being a lot more secluded and withdrawn lately as the winter creeps in. One late night, as you're walking through the hall to your door, you notice the door to his apartment is wide open...

Contains: unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink, light free use kink (?)

You had moved into this apartment complex just shy of 3 months ago. You were still getting your bearings, having not lived completely alone before. You always had roommates or family living with you, so finally being completely alone was strange. Your apartment complex wasn't very big. There were only two other apartments on your side of the hall, yours sandwiched between the two.

The older werewolf woman that lived on your right seemed to be pretty calm and quiet, albeit a bit paranoid. She looked to be about 40-50 years old, but could have been older. You hadn't seen her leave the complex property before, so you just chalked it up to her being a bit of a recluse. You occasionally grab her mail for her when she asks, and she's always grateful, giving you a handful of candy before sending you on your way.

The man that lived on your left was a very different story. You two had met late at night when he offered to help you move a very large chair that you had bought a few days after you moved in. You were struggling to get it into the elevator after regretting that you had ordered the orc size for the chair and not werewolf of something. Damn you and your enjoyment of large furniture.

A large, burly man with a bushy brown beard had appeared behind you during your struggle. His curly golden brown hair was short and messy. He seemed to be around a staggering 7'3" tall, easily towering over you. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, steel-toe workboots, and a reflective vest that people used on construction sites. Of course, you assumed that he just got off of work and was getting impatient with you hogging the only elevator. You were about to apologize for being in his way and try to get the chair out of the way when he put his massive hand on your forehead, gently moving you out of the way. With a faint grunt, he easily moves the chair into the elevator. He stands in the elevator with the chair next to him and enough space for you to stand next to him. He holds the elevator door open for you as he stares at you. He notices you hesitating and looks away from you, his dirt covered cheeks turning a bit red as he looked away from you. He was still waiting for you.

"O-oh. Thank you." You said softly with a smile as you looked up at him and stepped into the elevator. You clicked the button for your floor, and he nodded in response as he moved his arm, letting the door close. "You must be one of my neighbors. I just moved in about a week ago. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He let out another grunt as he nodded once again, only glancing at your occasionally as he avoided touching you in the cramped elevator. Saying he was a large man as an understatement. You had to strain your neck to look up at him, but looking at eye level or lower was even worse. He was built like a truck with a nice layer of chubbiness. He seemed so soft, so nice to hug. You just wanted him to pick you up and hold you. It was hard to focus on anything but him as his chest was only inches away from your face. You could tell that he had a very strong build, and you love a large dad bod. He was covered in dirt and sweat, but his scent was still a bit too nice for your comfort.

As the elevator doors opened, you found yourself trying to scramble out the door and out of the way as quickly as possible. You had let out a sigh of relief, trying to calm your racing heart as he lifted the chair out of the elevator with ease. He immediately started walking towards your door.

You quickly got out your keys and jogged down the hall to open your door. He moved quickly, so he was already at your door by the time you got there. Once your door was open, you led him inside your cozy apartment and towards your livingroom. As he stepped inside, he was surprised at the decore you already had up. Pictures and posters and a few fake plants with fairy lights pinned to the ceiling.

After he put down the chair where you told him to, he noticed the rest of your furniture. It was all fairly large, at least the size for most werewolves, but all covered in pillows and blankets to make it cozy. He felt like just looking at your apartment would make him fall asleep. He needed to leave. Your heart sank a bit, following him as he immediately turned to walk towards the front door.

"Thank you for your help! I don't know what I would have done if you didn't help me. I'm sorry I bothered you on your way home-" You say, but he cuts you off by holding out his hand to you to shake. You take it gently, and he begins to speak.

"Don't worry about it. If you ever need help with anything, I live next door on your left. Apartment 400. I'm pretty handy." He says softly as he looks down at you with a blank expression. His voice was deep and intimidating, but it made you feel safe and warm. His hand was big and rough, but he held your soft hand so gently, like he was worried about hurting you.

"Oh, thank you. I really appreciate that. Um... could I get your name? My name is (Y/n)." You say with a smile, staring up at him as your other hand comes up to rest on top of his. His cheeks turn a bit red once again as he stares at your hands for a moment before looking back into your eyes.

"I-I'm Clayton..." He says shyly before pulling his hand away and taking a step back. "It was nice to meet you (Y/n). I need to go." He said bluntly, his eyes avoiding yours as he rushed off to his apartment door. For such a large man, he sure was quick. You didn't even have a chance to say anything before you heard his door slam shut. You worried you angered him, but based on his pink cheeks, you assumed that he was just shy.

Over the next month, you would start conversations with him whenever you would see him. He would always stand and listen until you were done talking. Occasionally, you would mention that you were trying to do something in your apartment and would ask what kind of tools you would need. He would tell you, seemingly happy that he could give you advice. However, he never seemed to let you take his advice, because before you could even get the tools you needed, he would be over with his toolbox ready to go.

Need a shelf put up? He did it. Need your sink unclogged? No problem. He got it cleared. Need your lock replaced because your ex found out where you lived? He replaced your entire door and got you a doorbell camera.

He never accepted any money from you, always saying he just wanted to be a good neighbor and make sure you were safe. He did, however, accept food. You always made him a big plate of whatever you were eating that night. He always seemed to enjoy it after he got home, the plates returning to your front door completely clean the next morning.

However, as the fall passed and the winter started, you saw Clayton less and less. Whenever you would see him, he'd look absolutely exhausted, and you had noticed him getting thinner. He also started to occasionally walk around with his cute stubby tail and round ears out due to how little energy he had. You had found out from your other neighbor that Clayton was a werebear, so the winter season made him exhausted all the time. You felt bad for asking for so much of his time while he should have been preparing for hibernation, so you took it upon yourself to make sure he was eating enough.

Every day, you brought a container of food over to his door and left it in front of his door. You would leave a note on the container before knocking and running off so you didn't bother him further. The clean, empty containers would show up in front of your door the next day with a note that just said 'thank you'.

What you didn't know was how much it actually meant to him that you had been helping him in return. He had always struggled with his hibernation, having been raised by a pack of werewolves after his parents adopted him. They did their best, but he was never really taught how to hibernate properly. It didn't help that he had insomnia, which was very inconvenient for the big guy when it came to his hibernation time. Thankfully, during the winter, his construction jobs slowed down a bit, but it still took a lot out of him. Cooking himself dinner at the end of a long day was out of the question, so he usually got take out or nothing at all.

Imagine his surprise when he started getting food dropped off at his door every night. He loved your food. Everything you made was delicious, and he always licked his plate clean. You were so sweet with how you helped take care of him. The smell of the fantastic food you cooked flooding the hallway was amazing, but your scent had him even more entranced.

Ever since you had moved next door, just your scent from the hallway was enough to comfort him. He had already thought you were cute when you moved in, but as time went on, he fell for you even harder. Your more domestic side showing lately had been the killer for him, though. You would check in on him and give him food, a reassuring touch, like the angel you were. He wanted to help take care of you like you took care of him. He wanted you. He needed you. He always had such a hard time leaving your apartment because of how cozy it was. The moment he would walk in, he would feel like he could pass out on the floor and still be comfortable. He wished he could sleep in your orc sized bed with you and show you how much he cares about you.

He would listen unintentionally as you would take a shower or get ready for bed. The walls were so thin, and with his hearing as good as it was, it was impossible for him to ignore your whimpers from the other side of the wall whenever you'd be masturbating. Whenever he had gone in to help you put up a shelf in your bedroom, he could smell the arousal in the air from when you had given yourself an orgasm shortly before he arrived. He struggled to hide his erection the whole time. Just imagining what you did to yourself when you were alone made his dick throb in his jeans. Being able to smell that you were ovulating didn't help.

He knew what everything meant. You were his mate. He just had no idea how to tell you without sounding completely insane. You were just a human. A very soft, sweet human that surely only had the best intentions whenever they would interact. If only he knew how further he was from the truth. You had wanted him just as badly, if not more, but didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He just seemed shy to you, and you didn't want to scare him off. For such a big guy like him, you had hoped food would win him over. Every time you had him over to help fix something you didn't understand, you would fantasize about him driving his cock into you and letting out all his pent-up frustrations. And cum.

Once you found out he was a werebear, you did some serious research. You learned about how he needed a cozy environment he could use as a 'den' and how much he needed to eat. Werebears didn't sleep 24 hours a day, but they needed at least 10-14 hours of sleep every night to function somewhat normally during the day. They tend to need to eat a lot to keep up a healthy layer of fat. They can also get very, very backed up if they don't have a mate to hibernate with as they typically don't socialize during this time. You didn't know what his apartment looked like, as he had never invited you over, but you wanted to make your home as inviting to him as possible for when he came over. Especially your bedroom.

You were happy you rented in a monster-friendly apartment building due to the fact that you had an orc sized bed from the last place you lived in. It was at least 9' long, and you were always swimming in it, so you always had it loaded with pillows and stuffed animals and soft blankets. You figured that if you got some extra large blankets for him to use, he would be more inclined to come over.

But lately, he was so tired he had let his ears and tail show, his arms and chest extra hairy as it peaked out of his clothing. He was trying to conserve energy, and you noticed him not snoring much at night when he should have been sleeping, but still going to work in the morning with dark circles under his eyes. You also noticed that as the next full moon approached, he was struggling more and more to hold it together. He was nearly falling asleep standing up and more shuffled than walked to his apartment. You started making more and more food for him to leave by his door for when he got home.

Tonight was a full moon, so you knew you had to make him a lot of food because he was going to fully tranform tonight. The containers had started coming back broken with apology notes and money attached, so tonight you had gotten some disposable containers. You made him a huge spread of various roasted vegetables and fish and put all the containers in front of his door, saying that if he needed to, he could crash at your place.

That leads you to this moment, you standing outside Clayton's door. You heard him stumble home about 20 minutes ago and growling for about 15 minutes until a loud thud hit the floor. It shook your apartment, and you instantly rushed over to see if he was okay. You noticed the door was cracked open and hesitantly pushed the door open. Your jaw dropped as you saw his living conditions. It was clean, but barely had any furniture to keep clean in the first place. All he had was a large futon in the livingroom and a TV with a gaming set up.

You hear groaning coming from what you assume to be the bedroom as you carefully creep in. You peer down the hallway to see a large furry mass in the dark. A mess of ripped apart food containers were scattered down the hallway to in front of the bed. You gingerly made your way down the hallway as you tried to get a better look at him. You could tell he was already fully transformed, and it almost sounded like he was... whining? As you got closer, you noticed that he was so big half his giant furry body was hanging off the bed. He was facing away from you, but you could hear him panting and whining as his nubby tail wiggled. He was a giant ball of fur and you slowly walked up to his face. His head was huge when he was transformed. He looked like an adorable grizzlybear, minus the giant sharp claws.

"C-clayton?" His eyes snap open at the sound of your voice. Your sweet, beautiful voice. "Are you okay?... I heard a loud thud, and your door was open..." You were so kind. He couldn't believe you actually walked in here to check on him. He didn't know what to do. He was embarrassed at how his place looked. He had been so tired lately he hadn't wanted to do anything special for his hibernation, but he was regretting it now.

He bashfully looks away from you and scoots his head closer to you. You crouch down and gently run your fingers through his fur. His fur was so soft you gently rest you head on top of his as she scratched the fur around his neck. He lets out an odd growl that almost sounds like a purr as he nuzzles into your chest. He inhales your comforting scent deeply. You smell so sweet... He had to carefully pull his face away from your chest before he tried to rip your tank top off. He had noticed you weren't wearing a bra and wanted to know what your breast looked like so badly. He caught himself staring at your chest before looking up at you with his beautiful golden eyes.

"C-can I crash with you? Please?... this is bad..." His voice was hoarse as he groaned. He regret pushing his body so much and ignoring his need for a proper den. He knew your place would be perfect based on what he had seen so far. Not only that, but he would be able to convince you to share your large bed with him. It had been so long since he could cuddle anyone during hibernation...

"Of course you can. I just need you to follow me." You said softly, and you went to stand up. He stood up with you, and you couldn't help but freeze for a moment as you took in his large form. He was nearly 9' tall, staring down at you as he breathed heavily. All he had on were some boxers that were way too small once he was transformed. You could see the outline of his thick cock through the fabric. He put one of his giant hands on your shoulder and sleepily followed you next door to your apartment, being sure to at least close his door before he leaves.

Upon stepping into your apartment, he has to use his hands on your wall to stabilize himself. Walking through the threshold of your home and being hit with a wall of your scent was overwhelming. He stumbled through your apartment as carefully as possible, trying not to knock anything over. You had to guide him to your bedroom, him ducking a bit through the doorways. As he saw your bed, he let out a sigh of relief. The mass of pillows and giant blankets looked so welcoming.

"I-I hope it'll be okay. At least better than your place..." You let out a soft giggle as you opened up the bed more for him to crawl in. He didn't waste another moment before carefully crawling onto your bed. The bed dipped under his immense weight. You thanked yourself for getting a reinforced bedframe when you got your giant bed.

"Oh fuck." He groaned out as he fully laid down, his body going limp as he finally felt his body fully relax for the first time in ages. Fully stretched out, he's just as tall as the bed, but all the pillows and blankets with the softness of the mattress are perfect. He feels like he's in heaven as he turns onto his side and closes his eyes. His breathing began to get heavier, and you assume he's already starting to fall asleep. You grab the biggest blanket you have from your couch and as you lay it over him, his eyes slowly open. He stares at you for a moment as your body is illuminated in the moonlight peering in from your window. He hadn't really gotten a good look at you yet, and it was a good thing that he didn't. He wouldn't have been able to make it over to your apartment if he noticed you were only wearing a tanktop and tight boxer shorts. He could already feel himself getting hard under the covers, your scent overwhelming as he let out a soft groan.

"Clayton? Are you okay?" You ask with a worried tone. Your caring eyes are so beautiful in the moonlight. In a flash, you were pulled under him while letting out a loud yelp. He was proped up on his elbow on his side next to you, his other hand on your hip as he leaned over you. He held your body so close to his, trying his best not to rip your clothes off of you immediately. He leans down and nuzzles his face into your neck so all he can smell is you. He was annoyed at how your scent was so comforting but wouldn't let him sleep. He was pent-up, and you were his mate that made a den just for him... he needed to do something or he felt like he was gonna explode.

He moved one of his knees in between yours as he stared into your eyes, running his hand from your hip to your thigh to guide it to hook over his leg. Goosebumps appear all over your body as you feel his sharp claws drag across your skin. As you were held there on your back, you could feel his hard cock against your thigh. Fuck you were turned on. You didn't know what to do but stare back into his glowing eyes and follow his lead. He leaned in close to your face, bearing his sharp teeth as he struggles to find his words.

"I really need your help tonight (Y/n)..." He mumbles as he moves from smelling your hair to burying his nose in your collarbone.

"Look, I'm flattered... v-very flattered, but I'm not really a fan of one night stands." You say nervously, knowing that you'd want way more than just one night with him. His large, rough tongue rakes up the side of your neck, making you let out an involuntary moan.

"Who said I wanted a one night stand?" His hot breath brushes against your neck, causing goosebumps to go down your body. "I want you.. All of you... Always." His teeth ran across the skin in the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply. "If you want me, I'll stay... please..." He pleads with a deep growl. He sounds so desperate for you. You wouldn't have thought the stoic man next door would be reduced to a horny, cuddly mess, but here you are. "My mate..." He growls as he palms one of your breasts through your thin tank top, careful not to scratch you with his claws. The pressure of his body against yours is overwhelming in the best way, every touch lighting you on fire as you couldn't help but let out soft moans.

"P-please stay Clayton..." You begged as your self-control went out the window, grinding your hot mound against his leg. Your words and actions made him suck in a breath, pausing as he stared at you. He suddenly turned onto his back, pulling you on top of him to straddle his waist. He used his claws to rip a huge hole in your shorts, exposing your dripping wet pussy. You pulled your tanktop off quickly before he ripped that off while he ripped away his boxers. His massive cock sprang to life, smacking against your wet pussy lips softly. He pulled himself up to bring you in for a kiss, groaning as he

You bit your lip before grinding your cunt down along his dick. It was too dark for you to see properly, but his dick felt similar to a werewolf's dick, but much bigger. You hadn't taken someone that big before, so you were secretly happy that you were in the middle of masturbating when you heard him come home...

"Oh fuck." He strained his head back against the bed as he moaned. His hands reached up to hold your hips in place, rolling his hips back against you to get more friction against his sensitive cock. His hands were massive, both of them nearly completely encircling your waist as he held you in place. He fought against the urge to use you like a living fleshlight immediately. He felt like he was getting high off the scent of your arousal.

You brace your hands on his soft forearms as you find your footing by his sides. His waist is too big for you to straddle normally, but you don't care. You're gonna do your best. You were getting impatient, as he could feel from how his cock was completely drenched from your juices. He raises his head up to look at you, letting out soft whimpers as you pull your heat away from his needy dick. You earn a low growl from him as you decided to grab his cock and line his dripping tip up with your aching hole. His grip on your hips tightens, and you feel his claws threaten to break your soft skin. He applauded his self control in his crazed state, although every fiber of his being was telling him to just bury his cock deep inside you now. He needed you so badly.

You press yourself down on his dick, your arousal and his precum acting as lube. His cock slides into your pussy easier than he expected, but you're still struggling to take his size. His cock was so thick it stretched your pussy to the absolute limit and you were loving every second. You had only taken him about halfway, and yiu didn'tknow how much more you could take. You were trying to hold your moans as much as possible, but the attempt was futile. You groaned out in pleasure as the shape of his cock rubbed against your g-spot with every movement.

Clayton stared at you hungrily, growl in his throat that resonated through his whole body. You could swear you felt his dick vibrate, but then again, it might have been your walls fluttering to accommodate his size.

He suddenly snaps his hips up into yours, his hands on your hips keeping you in place as he buries his cock into you up to his knot. The drastic shock to your body made you scream out in pleasure. Your pussy stung as you felt the bulge at the base of his cock press against your pussy. You feel him shudder under you as you clenched your pussy around his length. You're given very little time to adjust before he starts moving your hips for you.

"F-fuck, I'm sorry... I can't control myself right now... you drive me fucking crazy... you're so fucking tight..." He growls as he watches your boobs bounce in front of him. He may have you on top, but he's the one in control. He holds your hips so firmly it may leave bruises, using your body as his personal sex toy. He is so desperate to cum, wanting nothing more than to fill you up and get you pregnant.

He wanted you to be the mom to his cubs. You were so sweet and kind. You could teach them how to make a den much better than he could. You felt so amazing stretched out on his dick. You were just so addicting.

Every movement he made you do made you feel just as crazy as him. His cock hit all the right places, your pussy quivering around him as you felt yourself getting close to cumming. Every slight curve and bend of his dick felt like heaven as he bounced you faster to chase his own release.

"I'm so close. I'm not pulling out. I want you to take my knot and have my cub..." He grunts, whimpering as you feel his dick twitch inside you. He's close, and so are you.

"Y-yes please! I want your cum in me, please! Make me cum!" You beg him, completely giving into the pleasure. You couldn't take it anymore. You were so close it almost hurt.

"Rub your clit for me, honey." He orders and you don't think twice before one of your hands finds your clit, your fingers working your sensitive clit while he works you. It only takes a few more seconds before you throw your head back, moaning like a bitch in heat as your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami. As you begin to cum, he snaps his hips up to meet yours, thrusting his huge knot into your already strained pussy. The rough action causes you to scream, squirting all over his crotch as your quivering pussy milked his cock. His dick throbbed inside you as he let out a roar, his claws scratching your hips while he came deeper than anyone had before. He filled your plugged up pussy so much your belly bulged slightly. You both struggle to catch your breath as his grip on you slowly relaxed. He couldn't help but stare at you and your beautiful body, your sweat shining in the moonlight through the window.

"I hope you're okay... I didn't hurt you, did I?" He groans out, a bit worried that in his haze he went too far. Your exhausted giggle eases him slightly.

"I'm more than okay..." You admit with a grin. Clayton chuckles in response as he feels his knot start to go down, letting him slip his cock out of you. You whimper and whine as he pulls his cock out, suddenly feeling every empty as his cum pours out of your used hole. He lets out a relieved sigh as he turns onto his side and pulls you close to him.

"I'm glad you're okay..." He whispers to you as he stares into your eyes with adoration mixed with exhaustion. You can't help but smile as his large body and thick fur make you feel like you have a living weighted blanket. His presence was just so comforting to you.

"I hope you don't mind hibernating with me." You say. He pulls you in close as he arranges the pillows and blankets around the two of you, using his arm as a pillow for you. He finally pulls the blanket over the two of you and wraps his other arm around you.

"Honey, I don't think I could have hibernated without you..." He says softly, ending in a yawn as you both settled in to get some sleep. As you two embraced each other, sweaty and satisfied, you couldn't stop thinking about how Clayton would be a really good dad. You secretly hope his seed already got you pregnant as you fell asleep cuddled into his chest. He took another good look at your gorgeous face before drifting off to sleep himself. Both of you were soon dreaming of your belly swollen with his cub and little kids running around.

He could get used to this.

#monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster x reader #monster imagine #monster smut #werebear #werebear bf

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endearng · 2 months ago

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Pairing: switch!Spencer Reid x sub!fem!reader Summary: Spencer gets unreasonably jealous of you. You let him take control to comfort and reassure him. That's what loving girlfriends do. WC: 3.6k Warnings: smut - oral (f receiving), edging, overstimulation, kinda softdom!Spencer, reader is compliant to everything he says, he's just as desperate as her, sir kink, creamp1e (i long for a better word), bondage, unprotected pinv, dirty talk (they yap), pet names, pussy slapping. Jealous Spencer deserves a warning of its own. Minors, please, do not interact. A/N: I have no excuse for myself (I'm ovulating). This is pure filth and indulgent because I was being tortured with thoughts of Spencer.

Feedbacks are always welcomed and appreciated <3 Masterlist

Subtle touches from Spencer all night had you going crazy. Well, they weren’t exactly that subtle.

During a particular conversation you were having with Rossi about Italian cuisine (you were an enthusiast, both of cooking and eating Italian dishes like nothing else existed), Spencer, who had an armed slung over the chair you were sitting on, started twirling your hair in his fingers. When you laughed at some remark about how French people are insane for combining dairy with fish, your boyfriend pulled your hair rather crudely. You glared at him from the corner of your eye.

You got somewhat angry because it was uncomfortable for you to be that intimate around others, but his teasing worked wonders on you. Now, you wanted his touch to be bolder, thirstier, needier, just to match your own sinful thoughts and wants. Right now, Spencer was saying goodbye to Rossi, who was waiting for a cab to take him and his wife back home. Spencer's hand rested at the small of your back. The wine you sipped all through the night, combined with Spencer's bratty behavior, was now making your pussy throb with need for your boyfriend. Nevertheless, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you all worked up in public. "Goodbye, Krystall, and again, happy birthday. Thank you for including me! It was incredible," you said to the woman, who hugged you warmly and thanked you with a smile on her face. "Looking forward to those cooking sessions you mentioned earlier," you said, a big smile on your face as you gave David Rossi a hug.

"Anytime, bellissima." He said simply as you pulled away, smile gracing his face. You held out your hand to Spencer to walk back to his car.

The nickname had struck a nerve. He wasn't jealous, no, he trusted you with his body and his soul, even if he, as a man of science, didn't believe in the latter — that's how much he loved and trusted you, and it was Rossi, for God's sake... Still, he was just another man. Another stupid, territorial man. He opened the door for you and you entered the car, giving him a peck on the lips, "Thanks, handsome."

"Anytime, bellissima," he said through gritted teeth after he closed the door and as you fastened your seatbelt, out of your earshot. He turned around to enter the car, taking the driver's seat.

You went home silently, but you could sense the heavy atmosphere between you on the way there. As you entered your apartment, he got down on his knees to take off your shoes for you. He always did it, no matter what. Apparently, acting weird was no exception to his care with you. You bit your lip, a little apprehensive to bring up the subject. "Thank you, baby," you said softly instead.

"You're welcome, darling." he said, not looking at you and taking longer than necessary in his task.

You sucked in a breath. "Okay, baby, what was that? We need to talk about it."

"What was what?"

"Just when we left the restaurant. I said thanks and you basically ignored me all the way here," you explained, even if you knew he definitely knew what you were talking about. your hand found the nape of his neck, making him look up at you. He had a guilty look on his face.

Busted.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I was mean." He apologized, eyes sincerely searching your form and hands reaching up to rest on the sides of your hips.

"Why did you do it, then?"

"Bellissima. You know what it means. I just got... jealous? I should be the only one complimenting you," he said, now standing at full height in front of you. Kissing your lips, hands caressing your waist, touch light as a feather, "telling you how much you mean to me," you sighed as his lips brushed the skin of your neck, "how much it drives me crazy just seeing you," he bit the sweet spot just behind your ear, "my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. Mine."

You pulled on his hair so he could see your features. Looking him dead in the eye, with an almost angry look on your face. You wanted him to pay for everything he had done that night. "Baby, you were touching me all night, knowing that you were driving me insane. knowing you're the only one who gets to do that," you leaned in to kiss him softly. "And then throw a tantrum like the spoiled little thing that you are just because someone said a word to me? You know compliments mean nothing when it comes from someone who's not you, baby. Thought you knew better."

Silence. He looked at you like you kicked his dog.

"Remind me, then," he retorted, looking you in the eye. "Remind me how much you're mine and mine only."

One of your favorite things about your relationship with Spencer was that, in public, your dynamic was totally different from what you were like between four walls. When you were surrounded by people, Spencer acted like a gentleman, always making sure to cater to your every whim, opening car doors, taking off your shoes for you, picking nice places to take you on dates, accepting your suggestions of what to wear — it was no coincidence that he looked a lot more styled lately, but you also loved his usual attires. It was how you met him and how you fell in love with him, after all.

But, in the bedroom (or wherever he decided to have you), it was totally different. You were compliant to everything he said, letting go of the control you had over yourself, over your relationship, over everything so he could take you to fucking heavens. You obeyed everything without so much a "yes, sir", and he fucking loved it.

He unzipped the skin-tight dress after leading you back to your shared room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, you stood before him, whose tie was loosened around his neck. "Is this all for me?" he asked as he saw what you had underneath your dress all night long, absolutely sick with the slightest idea that someone else could have that.

You sighed as he kissed your neck and trailed down to your breasts, easily unclasping your bra. "Yes, sir, all for you."

Just like clockwork, all his attention drifted to your breasts. One of his large, calloused hands held your waist securely and the other played with one of your nipples as he licked the other, his hot tongue circling the nub, making you whimper and sending a rush of wetness through your core. "mmm, always need my mouth full of you, angel."

"nnngh, it feels so good."

He smiled on your skin, biting your nipple afterwards. The sting made you see stars and desperate to feel him in some sort of way, you'd take anything he had to offer you. You just needed to be touched. As he continued your ministrations on your breasts, switching from one to the other, you moaned, your hands finding his hair. "Sir—ah—, can you please—touch me?"

He stopped his movements and looked up at you, laughing mockingly. "Is that all it takes, pretty? A few minutes of my mouth on you and you're already so pliant? So eager for me to touch you?"

"Yes, sir. I need you so bad."

"Tell me, then," he scoffed, "where do you want me to touch you?"

Your incoherent babbles meant nothing, so he just laughed at your poor attempt at an answer.

"You're so good at begging, aren't you?" You nodded, licking your lips with the sight of his wet ones. "Wanna kiss me, baby?"

"Always do. Can I?"

"Yes, you can." No matter how dominant he was, he could never deny you a kiss.

You leaned down to kiss him. The brush of your lips alone made Spencer crazy, craving more and more. He could spend hours just kissing you, never getting tired of the mind numbing sensation it had on him. You deepened the kiss, your tongue caressing his, earning a moan from his end. You smiled. "I love kissing you." You whispered as you barely pulled away, breathless.

"I know you do, pretty."

His hands trailed on the sides of your body, earning a shiver from you. Just as he reached the hem of your panties, they traveled up again, grazing the skin of your arms instead. As he found your hands, he gave them a gentle squeeze. He stood up and looked down at you, in for another kiss. "You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned. His words only spurred you further. "Take off my shirt. Slowly." he commanded. And you complied, taking every chance to brush your fingers against his hot skin, desperate to rake your nails on his chest, to make him shiver for you, too.

Spencer turned you around gently so you could see yourself in the big mirror placed in front of the bed. You watched as he pushed your hair out of his way, resting it on your left shoulder to give him access to your neck, his hands finding your breasts so he could play with them, too. He started with light kisses on your neck, lips barely brushing the area, making goosebumps soon erupt on your skin. His caresses got gradually more aggressive, making you blatantly moan his name when he bit the sweet spot behind your ear and grinded his clothed dick against your ass. You whimpered, overwhelmed with so many stimuli.

Turning you to face him, again, he sat you on the edge of the bed, covered only by your underwear in front of him. You could see the tent in his pants and you were desperate to taste him, to take him in your mouth in order to make him as crazy as he made you. God, the things you'd do to hear him whimper like he knew you loved to hear...

"Thinking about something, angel?" He chuckled, mocking you yet again when he saw what were you looking at and the position you put yourself in: cunt in full display after you placed both feet at the edge of the bed.

You nodded violently. That was how you always found yourself pleading for him. It didn't take much, honestly. "Please, sir, I'll do anything. jus', please, let me feel you,"

Anything...

"Aw, pretty, you're so desperate for me," his tone was condescending. "thought you'd wanted someone else for a moment tonight."

"No! No! Never, sir. Never. I only want you. I only want you to touch me."

Leaning down, his fingers raked over your stomach, ghosting over the fabric of your panties. Spencer groaned as he touched the wet patch on your underwear, glistening, begging for attention.

"'s just how much I want you..."

"Look at you, angel, begging me to have my way with you," he sneered, "so pretty..." he muttered, getting down on his knees.

Through your soaked underwear, Spencer caressed your mound and outer lips, almost as if he was drawing your cunt from scratch, tracing every single feature, making it cling even harder to the garment. Each touch made you feel eager. Want something, say something, right?

He teased you for what felt like hours, but when you were finally able to form a sentence, he pushed your panties to the side and he moaned lowly at the sight of you. "Spence—sir..." You started, but were cut by a breathless grunt that raked through you as he licked a broad stripe on your slit.

"You are soaked, princess, had to have a taste of you... you were sayin'?"

"Please, don't stop, sir," your hands flew to his hair, trying to push him back to what he had started.

"Nuh-uh, princess," he tsked, gathering his tie from the floor, "You don't deserve to touch me after the little show you put up today. I’m gonna have to tie you up, alright?"

There it was. Your punishment.

One thing about Spencer is that he always made sure to tell you whatever he was planning on doing with you, both so that you could say no if you wanted to and also because it turned you on beyond limits. It made your heart soar, he was so careful with you, making every man on earth seem like straight up Neanderthals. You whined at his plan as he looked at you to see if you were okay with the idea.

You jutted your lip out, brows furrowing, but you couldn't disagree with him. Adorable, he thought. He tied both of your hands behind your back, using his fucking tie. "... Yes, 's alright. I jus' wish I could touch you so badly," you complained.

"I know, pretty," he cooed, "that's why I'm gonna give you a chance to be good for me, and when you prove to me you can do it, you can touch me all you want."

"O-okay," you stuttered as he started placing teasing kisses on your inner thighs. You sighed.

"You smell so good. Want me to taste you too, hm? You're soaked, your pussy is begging me to do something about it."

"Yes, yes, I do!" you almost yelled. "Please, sir, I'll be good for you."

"I know you fucking will." he stated. Just then, he started licking your pussy, delicately at first just so you could get used to the feeling of finally having him the way you wanted. His hands held your hips in place to stop you from moving. He was the one in control, after all.

Then, once he sucked your clit between his lips, he started flicking his tongue against the nub, eliciting moans from you. The taste of you in his tongue was something he could never get used to, every fucking time felt like the first. He felt addicted to the power it had over him. The best he could do was at least try to be in control. You squirmed, almost like you wanted to get away from him, but his firm hands held you in place. "Be good and stay still," he muttered against your core, slapping your pussy once. You nodded, whining, too lost in the feeling after the sting, in the feeling of his tongue punishing you in a rhythm that put you in a frenzy. Spencer's middle finger slowly pushed inside your fluttering walls. "You're dripping all over my fingers. What a messy girl."

Knuckle deep inside your cunt and mouth feverishly and steadily working on your clit, your boyfriend started to feel more and more desperate by the second with the sounds coming from your mouth. You, on the other hand, could almost taste your release, a complete mess on the bed, chants leaving your reddened lips from all the biting, "yes, sir! You make me feel s'good, you're s'deep in me. Fuck! I'm your good g—" as he heard your words tinged with desperation in a high pitched voice and felt the muscles in your pussy tighten, he quickly stopped his actions.

He would bet money that it hurt him more than it did you.

"Noooo..." you whined, like a spoiled brat. A breathless, messy, spoiled brat. You knew what you were in for from the moment he took off your shoes. "Please, please, sir. You can f-eel how desperate I am for you," you blabbered, trying to argue. "Can I show you?" You decided to take matters into your own hands. Well, as best as you could.

He stood up. "Let's see what you've got, princess." He gripped his shaft in front of you, making saliva pool in your mouth. "You're not even being fucked yet, and you're already this dumb, baby?" He sneered at you. You looked up at his face, taking in his dilated pupils watching you. You looked like any man's wet dream, perfect pussy on display, chest heaving with anticipation of what was coming next, face contorted in the filthiest expression in the world.

He would be happy just to watch you, but he was actually able to taste, touch, see, smell and hear the whole thing.

He was the luckiest man in the world.

Half sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and already off of his slacks and briefs, he beckoned you over to his lap. You kneeled somewhat awkwardly on the bed to hover on his lap, cunt dripping arousal on his belly as you did so. He groaned, the dominant facade faltering for a moment. He had to be the most indulgent dominant man ever, because he was barely able to resist you and your seducing ways. "See how wet you make me?" You whispered, eyes focused on his, which looked directly at the sheer liquid pooling on his stomach.

"You're such a good girl, baby" in a weakened voice made its way out of his mouth. "Since you asked so nicely and you have proof, why don't you show me how much you love riding me, huh? Come on, pretty, sit on my cock. Ride me." His commanding sentences made your cunt gush yet again.

"Yes, sir!" you exclaimed, ready to obey his commands.

Spencer gripped his base and rubbed his dick against your folds. He groaned, biting his lip and it took every single ounce of self control not to kiss him senseless. After some more teasing, he muttered, "You can do it now."

You sat down on him, slowly, pushing the tip in. "Fuck," hoarse voice, just the way he loved it, "you feel so good, sir. And you're not even fully in yet."

"Come on, nice and slow, princess."

You sank a little further, his girth stretching you out so deliciously that it made you shut your eyes closed as goosebumps erupted on your skin, pure bliss running through you. "Fuck—ah— you're so, so hard, sir," you hissed.

"Yes, that's it," he grabbed your hands in one of his. He felt you clench around him. "Gonna make sure you get off on my cock alone."

Recalling his demand, you obeyed. Nice and slow, savoring the feeling of having him buried to the hilt inside of you. each time you pulled back just to slam his dick inside again made you feel dizzy. Spencer was mesmerized by the sight before him. First, your expression told him how much you enjoyed riding him, mouth agape to let out the dirtiest moans and words, unlike the poised woman he liked to brag about to whoever listened. "Fuck, you're so deep. 's so good, love it when you let me ride you, sir."

Spencer kept silent for a moment, still admiring your form. He watched as the hair on your skin shivered each time he started to meet your thrusts, eager to make you his. his eyes drifted to your breasts, bouncing with every movement of your bodies. It was wanton, watching you get off on top of him, using him to chase your own high, but the sight that got him enthralled was your pussy making his cock glisten with your arousal. "Yeah, pretty? So what do you say? D'you remember you have to be nice?"

"Thank you, sir"

"Thank you for what?" he urged.

"That's right. You're taking me so well, princess, fucking hell," he cursed. "Such a tight pussy, baby, so perfect for me."

“Thank you for letting me sit on your cock. Ah! I'm all yours, sir! Yours."

At this point, Spencer was a goner below you. You rocked your hips and he met you thrusts ruthlessly, focused on chasing your high. You slowed your movements, clit grinding against his pubic bone, dick still rock hard inside of you. You felt the telling signs of your orgasm approaching and, mind filled with thoughts of all the filth you've done with him. You still wanted to do much more. "Fuck, pretty girl—you're so good at taking me."

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, your tits brushing against his skin adding to the whirlwind of sensations. "Can I come, sir? Please! I want to come all over your cock," all your sentences sounded like heavenly, pathetic whines to Spencer's ears.

"You hafta take it, princess," he groaned, hands guiding your movements. "Take. It." He urged, words emphasized by two particularly hard thrusts. “Wanna come inside of you.”

"Yes, please! I'm all yours—Spencer!" You yelled out his name as your orgasm washed over you, still grinding against him.

The sound of his name leaving your lips was enough to follow you not shortly after. “Gonna come—fuck—inside you.” He gritted. After spilling inside you, he kept fucking his cum back inside with a few sloppier thrusts.

You crashed beside him, taking a minute to catch your breath. Spencer quickly reached to undo his tie on your wrists, kissing the soft skin after removing the garment. You chuckled at his care. “Don't ever stop me from touching you again,” you muttered.

“What are you going to do, angel? Stop me?” He laughed softly.

He cleaned you both up and you had your hands free to caress your boyfriend’s skin all night long.

The next morning, Spencer had you on the phone as he walked in the bullpen, saying “yes”, “of course”, and a series of different agreements, gleeful expression on his face.

He heard Derek Morgan chuckle. "Aw, Reid, she already telling you what to do?"

"There's no time for her to start, you know that, Derek," Emily quipped.

They had no idea you were telling him about the wet dream you had about him fucking you in the middle of the bullpen.

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