#it's kinda nice tho finally figuring out what was with me

[ningtual]

i just got the nicest chair ever from the street i'm so happy 🤩🤩

[sliced-peaches]

hit it off right

Jeong Jaehyun x reader | 5.8k | friends to…?

After hearing about him for what seems like forever, you finally meet Jungwoo’s hot roommate. But it’s a lot more wholesome than anything else.

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a/n: seeing Jae getting drunk with YoungJi did something for me. I miss him and it’s really hard being a military wife. this is part of a larger collection coming soon, so nothing spicy. pls enjoy~

mentions of: other nct members, bff! Jungwoo, alcohol consumption, marijuana usage, light flirting, honestly tho everyone is just shy and cute and silly

A few days before the party, you’d asked Jungwoo what kind of wine his roommate liked. Since it was a celebration, you figured you should at least bring a gift.

“He told me to tell you to not bring anything.”

“How could he even know?” You whine, incredulous.

“Because I know you and your habit of balling out on people who are being celebrated.”

There’s not much you can say to that. You are known to bring a nice bottle of something that suits the taste of the one being celebrated. You love to see the joy on someone’s face when they get a tailored gift.

It’s the least you could do for someone when you notice their hard work. It feels good to appreciate someone, especially a friend like Jungwoo. It’s only natural you’d extend the perks to his roommate, right?

“You talk to your roomie about me?” You coo, poking his cheek. Setting his coffee cup down, he nods, seemingly pleased to share this piece of information with you.

“In passing. I told him you were coming, that I invited your coworker, too. I’ve gushed about her to him a few times. He just kinda smiled? Not in a weird way. Like… I don’t know. He just stared at me for a few seconds. Then he said he was happy to hear that. So-“

“Sounds like he’s in full support.”

Jungwoo smiles, bringing the cup back to his lips. Then he gives you a sly look over the rim before he speaks again.

“He also asked me about you.”

“What about me?”

“I guess I talk about you all the time, right? I told him about your art, all the art shows you’re in. I’m sure I’ve shown him a picture of you before, like from that time we went to the beach.”

“You showed your roommate my bikini photos?”

His eyes widen and he starts to immediately apologize when raise your hands to cut him off.

“Wait. Did he like them?”

“He… didn’t say much of anything if I’m being honest.”

“Oh.”

“Which doesn’t really mean anything, honestly. Sometimes he just doesn’t have anything to say.”

“…okay that’s a little better.”

It’s hard to imagine Jungwoo living with someone who doesn’t talk as much as he does.

The way you two often communicate is rapid-fire, dramatic, occasionally riffing off the other’s jokes. He likes to share his thoughts out loud and use you as a sounding board. You like to ramble about abstract art ideas and the special interest of the week.

Trying to picture your yap king living with someone who probably makes three facial expressions a year (says Jungwoo) makes you wish you could be a fly on the wall.

“How much have I told you about Jae? I know he’s always out, or at work so….”

His roommate’s name is Jaehyun. All you really know about him is that he’s close in age to Jungwoo, he used to be really competitive m, and that he has a cousin somewhere in Europe. Not much else past that.

“One time I was over you showed me a photo or two from when you guys were in high school. I’ve seen him in your stories too.”

“You said he was cute! I forgot about that.”

You recall a guy with dark hair and a cute bowl cut, wearing the same basketball jersey as Jungwoo. When you said cute, you were referring to their round faces and goofy hair cuts. The more recent pictures on Instagram were usually from an angle where you couldn’t really see his face, but he was always dressed nice from what you could tell.

“He was! Little cutie stranger man.”

There’s a beat.

“Okay, so about that. He’s was cute but now he’s, like, super handsome.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, he’s hot. Bulked up, started dressing nicer, smells good. His jawline is insane. He should actually model. I didn’t know he was going to look like that when we grew up, you know?” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Damn, you ever told him all that?”

“All the time, actually. He’s so sick of me. At this point I’m just saying something that’s objectively true. You’d be lying if you thought he was ugly. So that being said-“

He whips his head towards you, you watch a plot and scheme form in his brain. His lips curl into something devilish.

“Careful not to fall in love with my roommate, yeah?”

You blink at him, two times. Three times.

“Huh?”

His words sounded like a warning, but it feels like he very much would prefer you do the opposite.

“I just feel like he’s someone you’d fall for.”

“You’ve never seen me fall for anyone. Not once since you’ve known me.”

“Exactly. Which is why I’m saying… I think you guys will get along well.”

“Don’t hope too hard, but I’m sure he’s lovely.”

Sighing, Jungwoo offers you a sympathetic look. You ignore it and instead check for any emails from the art festival you’re vending at later in the month. It’s not much help, as you can still feel his eyes on you.

“I think he’d be good for you.”

“I don’t think playing matchmaker with your friends is that good of an idea,” you clipped.

Right before you met Jungwoo in senior year of college, you’d been in a relationship that ended pretty badly. You were in love, and you think he was, too. At one point at least.

But when things run their course, and you stay in them too long, they start to drain you of everything.

You’d lost a lot of time and energy trying to be pretty enough, interesting enough, desirable enough to keep the spark alive. To keep his attention. But to no avail. It was like he was just waiting for you to leave.

After a while, feeling empty and settling for whatever he could toss your way was too much to bear. It was just time to let go.

It was hard when at the end, you realized he just didn’t love you like you loved him. But was too scared himself to be honest with you about it.

Heartbreak was one thing, but grieving a relationship that wasn’t all that real was another. It took you a long time to move through that pain.

Jungwoo watched you put a lot of effort into rebuilding your personality, your self worth, your confidence. He was nothing but supportive, as were your other friends, dragging you to every show in the city, joining you at a new cafe or listening to your new ideas about art you’d been neglecting. And Jungwoo’s friends were a wonderful addition to your life, as well.

It was beyond being choosy- you’d taken yourself out of the dating game altogether, focusing on work, art, your friends. Yourself.

Now you were very careful not to let anyone in and disrupt that. It’s been a beautiful life to fall back into; you’d hate to lose it to the wrong person.

Jungwoo is nothing but understanding still, squeezing your arm instead of pushing any further.

“Well, regardless, I know you’ll get along well. Even as friends.”

You roll your eyes at him, a small smile creeping back onto your face.

“Don’t look into his eyes, though, seriously. He’s something else.”

On the trip over to Jungwoos apartment your friend tells you about her day, catching you up on some work gossip and her roommates string of interesting dates.

She laughs at how engrossed you are in her words, loving how excited you are to listen to the tea. You’re asking questions, connecting dots. The entertainment is delicious.

“I’m never on shit, so I’m living vicariously through you guys,” you sigh.

“We’re on shit tonight! I’m excited to party with Jungwoo.”

You flit your eyes over to her. “Yeah?”

“Girl, yes. He seems like a good person to party with. He’s always so bubbly and sweet when we go out for coffee, and always supportive of you so he’s good in my book.”

You wish she knew why you were smiling so big.

“He is a sweetheart, and a wonderful friend. I feel like you guys will get along well, I’m surprised we haven’t all gone out before.”

Pulling your phone out, you open your camera to check for a lipgloss reapplication when text from Jungwoo comes through.

woo-ah: 🎶 what’s ur ETA?🎵

“C-can I be honest with you?”

Immediately you lock your phone, adjusting your body to give her your full attention.

“Of course you can.”

She glances towards the driver, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth like she’s telling you a juicy secret.

“I think he’s gorgeous.” Her cute confession has you both giggling like schoolgirls in the back of the rideshare. “Don’t tell him, please!”

“Babe, your secret is safe with me.” You pinch your fingers together, pretending to zip your lips. “You wanna hear a secret?”

Her eyes widen in anticipation.

“I think he thinks you’re cute, too.”

“Shut up, no way!”

“Let’s just say I have insider info.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

you: appx 4 min 🤠

woo-ah: 🪩🕺🫶🏼

You lock arms with your friend as you lead the way into the apartment building, being here enough times to know what floor and that the right elevator is faster than the left.

She’s talking about the book her roommate just recommended her as you get to Jungwoos floor. You even ask her to send you a text, saying that she should start a bookclub as you rap your knuckles on the door.

Jungwoo opens the door, moving to hug you both and welcome you into the apartment.

“Come in, come in!”

Music is playing from a speaker, and a chorus of voices comes from the living room.

You walk ahead of Jungwoo and your friend, who are exchanging thank you’s for invitations and gifts of alcohol, and a chorus of voices welcomes you in the living room.

Doyoung and Donghyuck practically race and slide around in their socks to hug you and kiss you on the forehead and you pull them in for a haphazard group hug.

“Long time no see!” Doyoung clasps his hands together. “It’s so nice to have us all together at one time.”

“What a mom, we’re here to get shitfaced.” Donghyuck teasing Doyoung is secretly something you live for, but you pretend to defend Doyoung from him.

“Let us get a few drinks in before you start shit talking him, damn!”

The guys make sure you’re introduced to the rest of their friends, the ones you haven’t had a chance to meet yet. You’ve heard all their names in conversation, usually when talking about some social event or fun times they had back in school. It was wonderful to finally put names to faces, and they were more than happy to do the same for you.

“Jungwoo finally brought you around!” Renjun and Jaemin cheer. “We’ve been wanting to meet you for so long.”

You blush under all the affection from them.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you guys.”

“Come on, you have to try the cocktail YangYang made.”

Dragging you into the kitchen, you’re flooded by more introductions, jokes and insanely loud laughter, and it feels like you’ve been doing this for years with them already.

YangYang passes you a glass, a sliced lemon garnishing the side and all. You take one sip, then immediately take another. “Wow, this is delicious. Thank you!”

“There are three kinds of liquors in there,” he says, shooting you an apologetic look. “All light, but they told me I had to get everyone drunk, so-“

Before he can even try to apologize, stop him.

“That’s my kind of drink, then!” And you propose a toast with whoever’s in the kitchen.

The cheers begin to die down when someone walks into the kitchen.

Jungwoo has a lot of attractive friends. You knew this from the jump. He’s a model, he had model friends, friends who were in entertainment and the arts. From seeing whoever was on his Instagram story every few weeks, to getting drinks with everyone else occasionally, you’d gotten very used to being surrounded by pretty men.

Jungwoo did not prepare you well enough for Jeong Jaehyun.

“It’s our boy! Congratulations!”

The kitchen erupts into more greetings and well wishes as the man of the hour had just arrived. You sit back as everyone moves into pat him on the back, hug him or, like Donghyuck, kiss him right on the cheek.

Everyone’s voices just turn into background noise as you take him in.

He smiles the most beautiful smile you’ve ever been blessed enough to witness, and you have to force yourself to take a large sip of your drink so not to gawk at him.

Renjun and Jaemin motion for you to come closer, and you use the one solid second you have to steel your nerves as you step closer to them.

Jaemin slings his arm around you. “Jae, have you met our girl yet?”

Renjun playfully shakes his arm. “Jungwoo has been keeping her from us for eons.”

Jaehyun takes a step closer to you. He’s tall, much taller than you, so you have to tilt your head back to fully look at him.

And what a sight to see.

Jaehyun smiles again, a little shy but just for you. His eyes crinkle at the corners, smile so sincere and kind like he’s smiling at someone he’s known for years.

Extending his hand out to you, he wants to greet you properly. Shakily you place your smaller hand in his. But instead of shaking your hand, he uses both hands to gently hold it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.”

The baritone voice almost knocks you on your ass.

Taking take a moment to will some confidence, some chill to come through when you speak, you swallow and push your shoulders back.

“You as well, Jaehyun. It’s been a long time coming, yeah?”

It’s taking everything in you to sound normal and relaxed, unfazed by this man.

He cocks his head to the side and laughs, his nose crinkling and smile lines that resemble whiskers making themselves visible. The sight makes your head spin.

“A very long time.” He releases your hand, and you place it against the side of your glass hoping it will absorb some of the heat from the exchange. “Thank you for coming.”

With your resolve expiring in seconds, you’re so thankful for Jungwoo making his way into the kitchen. While he introduces your work friend to Jaehyun, you shuffle out the kitchen alongside Renjun and Jaemin.

You sit on the armrest of the couch, listening to them bicker over what game the party should play first, remembering how to breathe.

Jaehyun quietly settles into a chair for one close to you, tuning into the commotion. He doesn’t make a move towards you, and you’re glad even if just for a moment. Out the corner of your eye, you take him in.

Handsome isn’t the right word to use, you think. He’s dressed clean and simple, nice jeans and a white t-shirt. The side profile is something unreal, perfect chiseled features but his face still soft and welcoming. His dark hair is slightly pushed back, a few stands falling over his forehead. He leans forward to tap Jaemin on the shoulder, complimenting him on ‘how big he’s gotten’ at the gym, with the younger preening under his praise.

Just in the short time in the same room, it’s clear that Jaehyun is like a big brother. And from what Jungwoo has told you is super sweet and caring. That alone makes you want to know him more, and makes him all the more attractive.

Looking over at you, he offers you a small smile which you mirror to avoid coming off as awkward. Noticing that you are both nursing the same drink, he raises his glass towards you for a small toast.

“To you and the summer,” you offer, raising your glass as you do so.

“I can drink to that.”

You take another large swig of your drink, hoping after the third your nerves can handle more than two sentences next time.

It’s silly, you think, to be this affected by a man. An attractive one, yes. But just a man. A friend of a friend, even.

Jungwoo’s words echo in the back of your mind, that he thought you and Jaehyun would get along well. Part of you doesn’t want to prove him right, but another part of you wonders if getting along with Jaehyun wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

So you try your best to start and make conversation.

“I heard about your promotion, congratulations!”

“Ah thank you,” he says, smiling into his cup. “It’s actually more of a career change.”

“Really? What are you going to be doing?”

He takes a minute to respond, and for a moment you wonder if he even heard in the first place. Before you can repeat yourself, however, he’s speaking again.

“I’m… writing music. Singing some, too. For me and for others.” He points over his shoulder with his thumb. “I’ll be working with Taeyong a lot, in his studio.”

Eyebrows raising, you lean in a bit.

“You sing, Jaehyun?”

“Sometimes.” He takes a drink. “I write stories on artists, interview people in music. Do some editing. The company I work for was really cool about letting me try different things, I really liked working for them.”

There’s a moment where you’re not sure if he’s going to speak again, and right when you think you should ask another question he continues.

“But I always wanted to sing my own songs, produce my own work. My current line of business has its perks, a lot of connections too. So I’ve been working on my own stuff on the side.”

You didn’t peg him as someone in performance- he’s so pretty you’re surprised he isn’t a model or an actor honestly. But he doesn’t seem to be anything anyone would think at first glance.

“That’s so exciting. Especially working with friends, I like Taeyongie’s music. And ’m really happy to hear you’re able to chase after your dream.”

“Thank you, I’m excited to share.”

He looks at you through his eyelashes as he takes another drink.

So we’re both trying to numb our nerves, you thought to yourself.

“I hope I get to hear some music from you soon.”

He casts another smile your way, and that’s when you know the liquor is kicking in because it doesn’t send you reeling this time.

“I hope you do, too. Soon.”

“Shots?”

Everyone gathers around in the living room, passing small glasses around to those partaking in alcoholic festivities tonight. You pass one to Jaehyun, who holds it up against the light.

“I haven’t taken a shot in a long time.”

“I got you the good shit, Jae.” Jungwoo holds up two expensive bottles. “Whiskey? Or gin?”

“Oh shit… let’s do the gin. Sticking with lights tonight.”

He asks for your preference, and you do the same.

Jungwoo opens the bottle of gin and pours the first round of shots for the night. After he pours his own, he holds his glass up for a toast.

“I know this is, like, the fourth toast of the night but it probably won’t be the last if I’m being honest.”

Taeyong groans. “I’m betting on at least seven in total.”

“Those are rookie numbers,” YangYang yells out, the younger boys cackling and suggesting higher numbers.

“Anyway!” Jungwoo bangs the gin bottle on the coffee table. “This is the emotional one. It’s the end of the summer and I hate to see her go. But we’re moving into fall, and falling into our new lives-“

Donghyuck pretends to yawn.

“Dude shut up, it’s just Jaehyun-”

“I’m not finished!” And he taps the bottle again, your head falling against the back of the couch in silent laughter. “Thank you all for being part of another summer and thank you guys for coming to celebrate one of my closest, oldest friends.”

“Literally.”

Doyoung throws a pillow at Donghyuck and motions for Jungwoo to continue.

Jungwoo turns to Jaehyun, who’s made his way onto the couch alongside you and your friend. “I’m happy to see you make your wildest dreams come true. I can’t wait to see you become the sexy superstar you were always meant to be. Cheers!”

The room is full of cheers and then groans from knocking back shots with no chasers, but it’s a pleasant burn as it slides down your throat.

You blow a kiss at Jungwoo, wiping a fake tear from your eye. “Your speech was beautiful. Very moving.”

The next hour is filled with mini beer pong (players had to sip water instead of alcohol, many thanks to Doyoung), stories about the boys time in school or how some of them met their partners, and shared soju.

The boys complain that he’ll cheat if he plays so instead Jaehyun shares a strong bottle of peach soju, his favorite, with you and your coworker.

At first, it’s very cute to just watch Jaehyun laugh at all of his friends antics. He enjoys listening, occasionally cracking a few jokes or making funny noises. But he’s more than happy to settle back into the couch and observe.

But he’s also big on being a good host, even if he’s the one being celebrated- if he isn’t offering you another drink he’s offering to grab something from the kitchen for you. They’re small but clear gestures to make sure his couch neighbors are as comfortable as he is.

He’s laid back and quiet but attentive- it has you swooning a bit. It’s a contrast to the rest of the men in the apartment, who are also sweet but characteristically loud and rambunctious. You love it, but it’s fascinating to watch Jaehyun hum and giggle to himself rather than dominate a conversation.

After you clear the second soju bottle and Jungwoo has wedged himself between you and your friend, you think you hear Jaehyun giggle beside you.

“What’s so funny?” You laugh, setting the empty bottle down on the coffee table.

He just shrugs, cheeks beginning to flush from the alcohol. He’s pretty like this, you think.

“Are you a silly drunk, Jae?” You tease, catching the attention of Donghyuck.

“Oh man, he’s gonna start getting real silly soon.” The younger man comes to sit on the armrest closest to Jaehyun, affectionately brushing his hair off his forehead. He weakly tries to swat Donghyucks hand away.

“I’m not silly,” he tries to argue, way too cute and whiny compared to the man you met just two hours ago.

“You’re sooo silly right now,” Donghyuck laughs. “She’s going to have to take care of you soon!”

His eyebrows shoot up and he tries to sit straighter, attempting to coolly settle against the back of the couch. “No, no. I’m fine. I’m-“

“Come get some air with us!” Jaemin and Donghyuck pull him up by his arms, with little to no resistance from Jaehyun. He just rolls his eyes as they pull him to his feet.

Jaemin cheers, pushing him towards the sliding door to the deck.

Looking over his shoulder, he nods at you. “Need anything while I’m up?”

You wave him off towards the door.

“No, I’m okay. Go get some air.”

With you beaming up at him, Jaehyun swears the room has gotten a few degrees hotter. The air will do him good.

Jaehyun finds you in the kitchen later, just finishing one of the cookies someone brought. You pass one to him and he finishes it in one bite.

“How many drinks in are you?”

“Shit… I’m at about four. Not including that shot.”

“I think I’m at about the same,” he says, shuffling closer to you at the kitchen island overlooking the living room.

There’s a moment of silence that you share, watching all of his and Jungwoos friends (and yours now) fill up the apartment with laughter (and some screaming- Renjun set Mario Kart up on the tv).

Your heart swells knowing how loved Jungwoo is, as well as Jaehyun.

But then it dawns on you that you haven’t seen Jungwoo or your friend in a while. Before you can mention that to Jaehyun, he bumps his hip against yours.

The alcohol might not have been enough to turn the alarms off in your brain yet, but your body is slow to react to him essentially snuggling into your side. He’s warm, and he smells warm too. Like a vanilla candle. There’s something else you can’t place, but it’s more than pleasant.

“I have to tell you a secret.” He whispers, and it’s cute and kind of whiny.

“A secret?” You say, barely over a whisper. He nods slowly, looking into the crowd.

He can’t see shit, in all honesty.

“I may or may not be a little crossed.”

“That’s what I smell on you?”

“Shit, is it bad?” Just like that, he’s a little more self conscious than he is silly. He smells his shirt in a few different places, earning a laugh from you.

“No, you’re fine. It’s because you’re so close that I can smell it.” He sighs and laughs almost at himself. “Is that where you and the boys went?”

“Yeah. I don’t usually smoke but it’s something like a special occasion.”

“Absolutely it is. You deserve it.”

He simply hums, letting a a few seconds pass before he speaks again.

“You smoke?”

“Weed? Rarely.”

“Cigs?”

“Not once in my life.”

“Good for you, we’re all nicotine addicts in here.”

“Vape away, I could never judge.”

At that you both turn towards the other at the same time, chests inches apart.

His eyes are low from the weed, the whites tinted red. He’s looking down at you, a silly, boyish grin on his lips. You can’t help but blush under his gaze, lips curving into a grin of their own.

“Thanks for coming tonight.” His voice is soft, barely audible. You feel yourself subconsciously leaning into him, wishing to hear him a little louder.

“Of course, I had to support the homie. And play wingman.”

He tilts his head back to glance around the room , the realization hitting him then.

“Oh shit, I haven’t seen them in a while.”

“Then I guess I did a good job. I barely did anything but whatever.”

He laughs, voice deep and rumbly. “You did great.”

He leans onto the counter, his arm resting closing to where your hip sits against the edge. He slowly shifts his eyes back over to you, looking over your frame. Just once, even his sluggish brain is careful not to get ahead of itself.

“I’m glad we finally got to meet.”

“I am too.” Your skin is on fire under his intense gaze. It’s not so much intense as it is just so warm, so amiable. You deflect to take some of the heat off of you, quite literally. “Jungwoo talks about you all the time.”

“Yeah? What does he say?”

That you’re so fucking handsome and I’d be stupid to lie and disagree.

“That you don’t say too much, but you’re a really good friend.”

A surprised look washed over his face, then he turns sheepish.

“He’s…… that’s sweet of him.” Jaehyun rubs the back of his neck, thinking on his next words as carefully as his crossed mind will allow him. “I’m glad you’re his friend. He needs someone like you.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“Someone who isn’t as shy as him.”

“Haha, you think I don’t get shy?” It’s funny when you think back on how nerve wracking is was to shake his hand for the first time.

But he’s just giving you this knowing look now, a ghost of a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“If you do, you hide it well.” You could scream. Can he see right through you? “But seriously. You push him to do well.”

Jaehyun is slow to speak, but even inebriated he’s intentional. Something you’ve learned in just the past few hours about him is that it may take him a while to get his thoughts out, but it’s more than worth it to hear what he has to say.

You hang on to every pause like your life depends on it, eager to hear what comes out of his mouth next.

“Before you guys worked together, he was a lot more… reserved. And passive? Like, he’s good at everything he does. We know this. But… he never really sought recognition.”

“You’re right. But he deserves it.”

He nods while he thinks on his next words.

“Yeah. I remember in school he was just happy to pass and be included in things. Never attracted much attention to himself. Never wanted to be in the spotlight. But since working with you, he’s become proud of the work he does. His confidence has grown. He’s louder. Funnier. You pushed him a lot.”

“That’s all him, he works hard-“

“He does, you pushed him though. When he finally started modeling last year all he could do was say how thankful he was for you. How you encouraged him, helped him with headshots. Went shopping with him and made sure he felt good going into auditions. And it took off.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“He… he said that? Really?”

“He did. You’ve been a very good friend to him.”

Blinking away the tears that started to pinprick behind your eyes, you smile at Jaehyun whose own eyes are filled with mirth. Even cross faded, Jaehyun’s words were so sincere and kind.

“Are you crying?”

You sniffle, using your thumbs to collect any tears in the corner of your eyes so not to ruin your makeup.

“I was gonna but I’m okay.”

He laughs that hearty laugh again and ruffles your hair. It’s such a small gesture, but so comfortable. Domestic even. Like you’ve been friends for years. It makes your heart even fuller than it already is and if he keeps it up, it’ll burst before the end of the night.

The alcohol coursing through you is doing nothing but spread this warmth, double time. Happiness feels good coursing through you.

“Let’s get some water, yeah?” He cocks his head toward the fridge. “Doyoung brought some sparkling water.”

You begin to follow him as he takes a few steps backwards. “What flavor?”

“We have…” He starts, opening the door to the fridge. “I can barely see. Wow.”

“Move, I’ll look.”

You hip check him out of the way, and hear someone come into the kitchen behind you.

“I’m no better, but this looks like ginger peach. And calamansi.”

“Pass me a calamansi, please? You want a sparkling water, Taeyong?”

“Do you think it’s a good mixer for gin?” He asks, loud enough for someone in the living room to hear.

Then, that someone yells out: “Another round of shots?”

Laughing, you hand Jaehyun his sparkling water, and pass a ginger and peach flavored water to Taeyong. “Let’s find out, yeah?”

More cheering is heard as you shuffle back into the living room and let Doyoung pour the next round of shots.

He’s a sweetheart and pours the shots right into you and Taeyongs cans, Jaehyun sneakily placing a sealed water bottle next to your foot.

It’s well into the night, the hour a single digit when the party starts to die down.

Jungwoo is in the loveseat for one and a half, your friend snuggled into his side.

You’ve found yourself back on the couch with Jaehyuns head resting on your shoulder and one of his legs swung over Taeyongs. Miraculously, Donghyuck has found a way to lay across you all comfortably.

“I’m going to order a ride home for us soon,” your friend says through a yawn. Donghyuck is already whining, earning some light smacks from the older boys under him.

“We’re so comfy, why would you want to mess up our cuddle pile?

“I’m not cuddling, I’m being leaned on,” you tease, grinning down at Jaehyun who can barely hold his eyes open. He’s trying his best to focus on one of your faces because he sees three, but he’s not complaining.

“Hm… my bad.” He moves to sit up, but Donghyuck just nestles into him even further, and Jaehyun can’t seem to muster up enough strength to (care) knock him into the floor. “I really… I really did try.”

Jaehyun has hit peak silly hours. From little hums and cute noises to the worst dad jokes you’ve heard in a while, you understand what Donghyuck meant earlier. Jaemin and Jungwoo even got him to cutely pose for drunk selfies earlier.

Laughing through your nose, you use the hand that’s free to reach around and pat his cheek affectionately. In this state he instinctually leans into your touch, humming in approval. You have to fight the urge to squeeze his cheeks. “Jae you gonna be alright?”

“I told you she was going to have to take care of you!” At that, he and Taeyong had enough and pushed him into the floor. He lets out a squawk as his body hits the ground with a light thud. “Fuck. It’s comfier down here anyway.”

Jungwoo slowly stands up, helping your friend to her feet. “So Donghyuck is sleeping here, literally right there. No blanket. I don’t want to see you using something weird as a replacement either.”

While the boys still present start to bicker some more, Jaehyun taps your knee to get your attention.

“I’ll be okay. Just got a little carried away.”

“You’re okay. Let’s get you to bed then?”

His eyes open a little wider, mouth parting to say something. You wait.

“Are you staying over?”

“No I’m going home tonight.”

He pouts, and it almost sends you to another dimension.

“Aw don’t make that face, I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay. Good.”

You call to Taeyong, who really isn’t that much better, but he does help you get Jaehyun off the couch and down the hall to his bedroom.

You let Taeyong handle the hard part of getting him out of his jeans and under the covers, heading to the kitchen to fill a glass of water. “Jungwoo, you have any painkiller?”

“In that drawer by the stove.” He stands beside you in the kitchen. “For Jae?”

“Yeah. You want any water?”

“Nah I was good tonight. I’ll be okay.” He purses his lips. “You’re sweet for that. Taking care of him.”

“I’m not doing anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I know… exactly what I mean.” You shake your head and walk to Jaehyun’s room, entering while Taeyong exits.

“He’s decent, just whiny.”

“Thank you, I’ll just leave this for him then.”

You approach the side of the bed where he’s sprawled out, eyes barely open but you can see them following you even in the dark.

“Brought you some water. And some painkiller. Take it when you can, yeah?”

“Hm. Tell Jungwoo to give Hyuck a blanket.”

You chuckle and ruffle his hair before moving to leave.

“Have a good night, Jaehyun.”

“Hmm…”

unknown number: hey it’s jaehyun

unknown number: jungwoo gave me your number. thanks for coming yesterday. don’t be a stranger!

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 H.S.K.T huh yunjin x reader

🥣⊹ ❝have you seen a woman like this before? I got what you need❞ - lee hi

↳ warnings idol!au, katseye!yn, swearing, fluff, cuteness I promise no angst

yunjin would never admit to being a playgirl or bad at relationships, but anyone who’s been involved with her would likely tell a different story.

she just couldn’t bring herself to commit to anyone. being an idol meant constantly being on the move, and she never felt the need to be tied down. with that mindset, she’d definitely broken a few hearts along the way, earning herself a bit of a reputation.

and she never really cared about the reputation, why should she? at least people knew what they were getting into. so what if she’d broken a few hearts? that wasn’t her problem. it’s not like she was looking to commit to anyone anyway.

boy, did those words bite her in the ass.

when yunjin first laid her eyes on yn it was through her introduction for the dream academy, she was pretty, like idol pretty, yunjin knew right away that fans would be drawn to her and vote for her without a doubt.

and seeing yn in person? don’t even get her started. yunjin was mesmerized. she vividly remembers stumbling over her words every time their eyes met while giving the girls advice, earning confused looks from her members.

hybe idols weren’t allowed to vote for contestants, but that didn’t stop yunjin from secretly voting for yn in every mission.

she was drawn to yn, so drawn that she completely lost it when she found out yn had secretly swapped numbers with sakura to get advice from someone who’d been in the industry for years.

“give me her number,” yunjin demanded, glaring at the older member, who looked at her like she’d grown two heads.

“no.”

“why?” yunjin whined, throwing herself face first into a pillow.

“because I know you,” sakura said firmly. “and I’m not letting you mess with this innocent girl.”

“wha—wha—” yunjin sputtered, lifting her head in protest.

“I said no,” sakura repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

yunjin needed another way to get in contact with yn. she spent weeks trying to figure it out, but every option seemed like a dead end. the contestants had their dms turned off on instagram, so that was out of the question.

but then the day finally came yn’s name was announced. the smile that spread across yunjin’s face in that moment was impossible to miss.

the plan was simple and smooth. she’d slide into yn’s dms, shower her with compliments, casually suggest that yoonchae and eunchae should exchange numbers and be friends, butter her up a little, and boom, yn would be on a plane to korea to visit her.

let’s just say it did not go as smoothly as she hoped.

she was hit with this.

sakura told me not answer you.

charming but now that I’m under hybe I’ve heard about you jennifer…

I’ll give you yoonchae’s number for eunchae tho 🫶

yunjin couldn’t believe it, her playgirl reputation was finally catching up to her, just as she was starting to see where something could actually go with someone.

nah.

she refuses to let this get in the way of her getting that girl.

she just needed another plan.

“unnie you sound crazy.” eunchae said watching yunjin pace in front of her.

“I sound crazy, genius,” yunjin shot back. “so here’s the plan you’re going to find out from yoonchae when they start doing promotions in korea, and you’re also going to slip in some nice things about me. can you do that?”

“uh…”

“if yoonchae approves of me, that’ll help. but I’m worried about sophia—she’s the one I need to win over. I’ll text her, make myself seem perfect... they all seem kinda protective of her, don’t they? I just need an in. I’m charming, I can easily win her over. and then there’s sakura unnie—she’s getting in the way,” yunjin rambled, already plotting her next move.

yunjin was determined to make her move. when katseye finally arrived in korea for their promotional activities, she wasted no time.

every day, she tried something new whether it was a flirty comment, a lingering touch, or a perfectly timed compliment but each time, someone would interrupt, and it always seemed like the universe was conspiring against her.

it started the very first day, in the hallway of the music show venue. yunjin was walking towards the stage when she spotted yn in the distance, standing by the snack table, talking to megan and manon. she couldn’t resist. she approached with a confident stride, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"hey yn," yunjin said smoothly, leaning in just a little too close, "you’ve been looking even more pretty since you got here."

yn raised an eyebrow but didn't seem fazed. "oh? is that so?"

before yunjin could reply, she heard a voice from behind her. "yunjin, stop bothering her," sakura called out from the other side of the hallway, arms crossed, her usual stern expression on her face. "can’t you see she’s busy?"

yunjin shot a frustrated look at sakura, who was already guiding yn back towards the group, while manon and megan followed, yunjin sighed and glanced at the floor, cursing under her breath.

later that night, after a long day of rehearsals, the two groups went out to eat at a popular bbq spot.

yunjin made sure to sit as close to yn as possible, her hand casually brushing against hers when she reached for the sauce. she smiled at yn, her usual flirtatious charm back in full force.

"you know, it’s funny," yunjin began, her voice low as she leaned in just a bit. "I’ve been thinking about you a lot. it's like you’ve got some sort of pull on me."

yn turned to her, playing with her chopsticks, a teasing grin creeping across her face. "oh really? and what kind of pull is that?"

just as yunjin was about to answer, a loud voice interrupted them. "yunjin, you’re blocking the sauce," kazuha said, not looking up from her plate, though she clearly noticed the interaction.

yunjin let out a long sigh, slumping in her seat. "seriously? can’t you guys let me have a moment?"

yn chuckled, clearly amused by yunjin’s frustration. "I’ve been complaining about you interrupting me all day but seems like you’re the one being interrupted."

"yeah, no kidding," yunjin muttered, but she didn’t give up. every glance she sent yn’s way was full of intent.

a couple of days later, they all went out to a late night cafe after finishing their schedule.

the atmosphere was more relaxed, all the girls scattered in little groups and yunjin took the opportunity to close in once again. she spotted yn sitting with manon and sophia laughing at something, and made her way over.

"sophia, you mind if I steal yn for a minute?" yunjin asked, flashing a bright smile at the girl, who seemed a little too amused by the situation.

"sure," sophia said, almost too casually getting up from her seat, she gave yn a knowing look before waving her off. "but remember, she’s not just anyone." manon added in a teasing voice, following behind sofia.

yunjin’s grin only widened as she slid into the seat beside yn. "I don’t need to be told twice," she said, her tone playful.

"wow, you’re persistent," yn teased, nudging yunjin lightly with her elbow.

"that’s because I know how to handle challenges," yunjin replied with a smirk. "and you are quite the challenge."

just as the conversation was taking a more flirty turn, eunchae wandered over, almost dragging yoonchae behind her. "isn’t it late?" eunchae asked, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. "yunjin unnie, we have practice early tomorrow."

yunjin rolled her eyes but stood up, a playful grin on her face. "I guess this isn’t meant to be."

yn watched her with amusement in her eyes. "maybe you’ll get your moment eventually," she teased, though her tone was softer, almost encouraging.

days passed, and yunjin’s frustration grew. she kept trying to get yn alone, but every time, something or someone would pop up. and then, just a couple of days before katseye was scheduled to return to la, it happened.

yunjin found herself alone with yn, just the two of them walking down the hallway, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

"yn," yunjin said, her voice suddenly serious. "I know my reputation isn’t the best. I’ve got this whole image.. but I want you to know... I want you. and I want this. I know it’s a mess, but I can’t stop thinking about you. since I first saw you on that introduction screen, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind."

yn paused, her smile faltering for just a moment. she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms “you’ve got quite the reputation yunjin, I’m kind of scared.”

yunjin’s heart raced. "I’m not playing games, yn. I’m serious. just... let me show you. let me prove it."

yn bit her lip, her eyes searching yunjin’s face for sincerity. after a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice playful but knowing. "alright, one chance, yunjin. but that’s all you get."

“one chance is all I need.” yunjin said a sly smile making its way to her face.

"just know, you're gonna be the one telling everyone about us," yn replied, her tone teasing. "no one actually thought i'd give in, it’s just been all fun and games for them.”

the smile on yunjin's face faltered, her confidence momentarily slipping. "what?"

yn's grin widened as she took a step back, glancing over her shoulder. "have fun telling sakura," she sang, her voice light with amusement.

and with that, yn turned and walked ahead, leaving yunjin standing in the hallway.

“shit.”

[alllgator-blood]

FINISHED THAT ONE COMIC I POSTED ABOUT ALMOST 30 FULL DAYS AGO?? I FINALLY REMEMBERED IT EXISTED AND FINISHED IT. I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY ABOUT MY LAMB NOW THAT THEY'RE FINALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER IN A LONG COMIC, BUT it went on forever so I put it below the cut.

While we're above the cut, I have a bunch of REALLy good asks I'll be trying to draw for soon. But keep an eye out for a poll coming up soon...cause now that this is out of the way, I want another big project to have in the background and I have Big Ideas for Big Angst Comics........

OH YOU CLICKED THE THING, NICE. OKAY. SO:

Have I ever talked about how my lamb works?? I need to do more with them but I'm a bishop enjoyer to an obsessive degree. The lamb operates on the same kind of level as kallamar did during the breakdown comic, but on a more permanent, more stable level. After being told to hide for their whole life, to never show their face and not even being given a name......being beheaded by four gods and recruited by a fifth forgotten one who claims they're the Chosen One just made the lamb think "OH! None of this is real. My brain wanted me to feel important before I died, and this is my dying vision. Okay, I'll play along >:)" and now they're the equivalent of when you beat a game and replay it while picking the funniest/worst options to see what'd happen.

USUALLY their decisions are clouded by the assumption that nothing they do actually matters, but they're still......a person who held things dear and had standards while they were alive. So they love hijinx, but aren't like leshy who launches people out of catapults for fun, or kallamar who sees mortals more as lab rats than people living their own lives. They'll do some things for the lolz but their humanity definitely shows through when dealing with someone like shamura.

I think they went into the bishop slaying quest wanting to hate shamura, assuming they were an irredeemable antagonist that deserved to be vanquished. They were told by narinder that shamura was the big bad, so they figured there was nothing to it beyond that. But then they actually MET shamura, who wasn't at all what they were expected to be. Every other bishop is just like "RAHH I'LL KILL YOU" when you meet them, and then shamura is the only person who actually tells you about what happened, speaks to you like a person and not an obstacle, and doesn't seem bothered about the fact they're going to die. So that got them thinking....hmm...perhaps these people are slightly more realistic than I anticipated. Still gonna kill them tho

I'm not sure the lamb hates the bishops, especially after the realization that they're a fucked up family acting out in desperation rather than logic. When you're born into circumstances you know will eventually doom you (like being a sacrificial lamb destined for slaughter) you kinda...lose the ability to care after a while. They don't really *forgive* the bishops for the slaughter of their people, and definitely enjoy bullying them and kicking them around now that they're powerless mortals- but the initial horror of being born to die has subsided. Now that they're presumably in some kind of afterlife, and have better, more fun things to move onto now that they're the ruler of everything- it's not worth it to hate those five forever.

I think *because* the lamb has only been a god very briefly and still remembers mortality well, that's why they're the one god who does things "because they're funny" but also is respectful of people like shamura. It's like when you're playing GTA V and you accidentally drive over a dog while trying to pull over and look at it closer. Is it a real dog?? No but you're still gonna feel bad!! So like I said, in the lamb's mind they have NO reason to care about any of these people or show them mercy, but the fact that they're not as detached from mortality as the bishops were makes them a benevolent god. I'll be doing a comic about this very subject in the future and it WILL be depressing >:)

Also. Unrelated. But if you read this far, I feel the need to justify why heket and leshy suddenly have boobs in this comic. I'm sure it's obvious that I headcanon the gods don't have sex characteristics cause like...why would they need those. I don't want to draw that. But as MORTALS they would probably need to have all their organs intact to function properly, so pour one out for shamura + leshy who probably completely forgot they were transgender until they woke up in mortal bodies. NOT SURE HOW KALLAMAR WOULD REACT, I think they're more just horrified they lost all their tentacles

I debated doing another silly comic about the concept but I don't want this blog to get too raunchy, so instead have this epic ms paint art (I CAN MAKE THESE JOKES, I'M AFAB TRANS I DESERVE THIS ONE THING)

[mncxbe]

Can I request Dazai, Ranpo and Chuuya with a s/o that’s never been in a fully healthy and loving relationship so they sometimes get confused or shocked by the bare minimum? Like if they say they care about their consent for anything they’re like “Wait you what?- you do? Fr?” Or if they say smth they can do they go “Wait I’m allowed to do that?”

Totally not self projecting

sure dear omg this is lowkey so sweet. hope you like it♡♡

// also tysm for 400 followers hihi♡♡ love you all

°☆●

Kintsugi

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ light angst maybe?

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he probably figures it out during the first weeks of the relationship

asks lots of rethorical questions and lowkey pushes you into telling him all about it (he just needs to know) but he doesn't actually force you to tell

"Bella, you know I'd never do or say such things to you. Your exes just weren't real men, aight? Didn't know how to handle a beauty like you" (he thinks he's a smooth talker fr)

super kind to you overall; he'll pay attention not to be toxic to you

"Wanna play a game, bella?" Dazai cooed, curling on the couch next to you.

You carefully set down the cup of honeyed tea you were drinking and scooted closer to him, a wide smile stretching your lips.

"Sure. What do you have in mind."

"How about a game to get to know each other better? We ask questions and the other one answers. I'll even let you go first my sweet." he said with a wink.

"Um... ok?" you said reluctantly "Cats or dogs?"

"Cats. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?" he asked playfully.

"Hm... probably figs. Figs would be nice"

This little game of yours went on for around twenty minutes until your boyfriend finally decided to ask you a more serious question.

"What's the worst relationship you've ever had?"

Although he asked that question in a lighthearted tone, there was a hint of urgency to it. Seeing the blank expression on your face, Dazai added:

"It's been weighing on my mind for a while now."

"Well... I gotta say all my exes were kinda shitty. I've never actually been in a healthy relationship and the worst part is that I didn't even know they were unhealthy at that time." A light chuckle rolled off your lips as you reached for your cup and took a small sip. "You see, I didn't wanna tell you about this. I assumes it would be a burden"

Dazai's eyes softened upon hearing your statement. "Bella" he began, taking your hand in his "Nothing that you do or say will ever be a burden to me."

"Alright then" you replied with a sheepish smile "Then I guess I could tell you"

And then you did. You told him everything you've been through: your first ex who never let you go out of the house without him because he thought you'd cheat on him, your second who always made you cook dinner for him because "that's what a real woman would do" and the last one, who constantly brought his friends over although he knew how shitty they were with you. As he listened to you tell your story, his thumb gently brushed over the soft skin on back of your hand. It did hurt to hear what you've been through, but what pained him most was the fact that you didn't think he'd understand and accept your trauma.

When you were finally done talking, a deep silence fell between the two of you.

"You know I'd never treat you like that?" he eventually said.

You gave a small nod "I know. I just... I guess I'm not used to healthy relationships."

Dazai's arm snaked over your shoulders as he pulled you in a gentle hug; your head coming to rest on his chest. He simply placed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

"In that case I'm honoured to be the one to teach you what love should be like"

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he probably knows from the start

it was the little things: the ways you'd always ask him if you're allowed to do certain things, the fact that you were always so aware of all his moods and actions

so yea, he figured it out

doesn't force you to talk about your exes tho, he'll wait for you to open up or ask you casually

so supportive fr; reassures you that he'll never do something like that

"Y/N you deserve the best really. And lucky for you I'm the best"

protect him at all costs fr♡

Your boyfriend's ultra deduction was something that never ceased to amaze you; but still you didn't expect him to catch on so fast on the fact that you have never been treated right in a relationship before.

When he finally called you out on it all you could do was look him dead in the eyes; your fingers fumbling with a loose string on the cuffs of your hoodie.

"So?" he asked again, pouting.

"Yea, you're right. I've never had a healthy relationship"

"I knew it!" he exclaimed but immediately regained his composure when he realised this wasn't something he should be happy about.

"Look, sugar. I won't force you to tell me anything about it but just know that I'm not like them."

"I know Ranpo my sweet but-"

"Nuh uh" he interrupted, pressing his index fingers against your lips to shush you "Let me finish. First off, you're allowed to go out with your friends whenever you want to. Just text me from time to time so I know you're safe. Second off, please tell me if I'm ever crossing your boundaries. And third stop apologising for every single thing you do, ok? It's not a good habit"

"I know I'm sorry but-"

Ranpo raised a brow and smiled lightly "What did I just say love?"

You took a deep breath in and returned the smile "No apologies, noted." After a minute of silence you eventually spoke again, this time with more confidence "Thank you dear. For being so patient and understanding with me. Maybe one day I'll tell you about my exes, I want you to know. But I don't wanna let the past affect us."

"And it doesn't, my sweet. Did you forget?" he giggled, flashing you his signature smirk. "I'm the best boyfriend ever. Nothing could ever determine me to see you as less than perfect."

You suddenly leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips; the saccharine gesture taking him by surprise.

"I'm so happy I'm with you Ranpo. You make me happy." you beamed and the detective felt his heart melting. His entire body felt like pudding, a soft, mushy mess. This was the effect you always had on him.

Your boyfriend hugged your waist and burried his head in your chest as your fingers combed through his dark locks.

"I'll do my best to be worthy of you" you said after a while.

And Ranpo only nodded, smiling against your chest. His slender fingers found yours and loosely intertwined with them "You already are, sugar."

𝑪𝒉ū𝒚𝒂

"What? What do you mean if I let you go out with your friends tonight?"

he's so confused fr; doesn't understand why you ask such questions

such a sweet boy fr

at first he doesn't realise why you're so moved by every small thing he does, but after you tell him about your past relationships... oof

you know he's gonna threaten to kill those guys🫡

he's even more gentle with you now and reassures you that you're worthy of a good man (he's talking about himself hehe) and that he'll treat you well♡

literally the definition of "You can wear whatever you want. I can fight."

JUST BECAUSE FLOWERS🌹

It was around 8:30 p.m when you heard the door open, announcing the arrival of your partner; you quickly discarded the fluffy blanket you were wrapped in and tip-toed to the hallway.

"Chuu. Let me tell you what happened today you won't believe it!" you said excitedly as you turned the corner and... you stopped dead in your tracks.

There he was; Chuuya Nakahara, your beloved boyfriend, holding a bouquet in his arms. Honeysuckles, milesii irises and golden daylilies perfectly wrapped in a coffee coloured craft paper with drawings of the Eiffel tower and French bistors. 'La vie est belle', it read.

"Hey honey. Sorry I'm so late tonight but I stopped to get this for you." he said casually as he handed you the flowers.

You took the bouquet from his hands and held it to your chest, breathing in the sweet, fresh scent of the blossoms. Chuuya must've noticed the disdained look on your face for he came closer to you, gently placing an arm on your shoulder.

"My love are you ok? Do you not like the flowers or..."

Suddenly you burst into tears, a wide smile rising to your lips. "No Chuu I love them. I love them so much thank you I just-" you stammered, choking on your tears. "I just never got flowers before."

Chuya's heart sank upon hearing your words, a wave of sadness washing over him. "My sweet love." he began, his calloused hands gingerly cupping your tear stained cheeks. "You deserve all the flowers in the world."

His words only made you cry harder. Both of you were smiling, gazing into each others' eyes; from time to time Chuuya wiped away a pearly tear that streamed down your face with his thumb. Between you the flowers were getting squished but neither of you could care less.

"You're a silly girl, you know? Crying over something like this." he said playfully, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Oh shut it" you replied in the same tone as you kissed him on the cheek.

Your boyfriend took the flowers from your arms and carefully placed them on the counter before pulling you in a tight hug; he breathed in your scent and God, you were even sweeter than the blossoms.

"You know I'll give you everything you want and more darling." he said in a hushed voice, causing you to sob quietly.

He let you cry for a while, whispering sweet nothings and caressing your hair until you finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry Chuu. That was embarassing" you chuckled lightly but your boyfriend didn't miss the hint of guilt in your voice.

"Not at all, silly." he said, pullng away. "I know we've talked about this before, the way your past relationships impact our own and I wanna remind you that it's ok if you react like this. To be honest you're cute when you get so worked up over my little gifts"

"Hey don't tease me" you cried out, wiping away the last tear from your reddened cheeks. "Or I'll cry again"

"Now we can't have that, can we?" he replied as he slid an arm around your waist. "Let's put those flowers in a vase and get you a glass of water. I think you need it love."

A smile rose to your lips as you looked at him, chest swelling with love and pride "Yea. I think I do, love."

[strniohoeee]

Changes

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Between hot flashes, nausea and extreme hunger. Y/N can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. It isn’t until hours later when something happens, she ends up finding something out..☁️

Warnings⚠️: None, kinda short, kinda boring. Love yall tho😔🖤

Song for imagine: Accidentally in Love- Counting Crows

I was annoyed, tired, sweaty and really really hungry. I kept snapping at Chris everytime he “annoyed” me and I began to feel bad. I felt like my clothes were too tight and like I was being suffocated. I was so irritable and all I wanted was to be left alone.

But man was I starving…

“Is nobody else hungry?” I said groaning as I searched for something to fan myself with

“I mean not really we just ate” Chris said laughing

“Well yeah, but that was like three hours ago” I said sliding a magazine out from the stack and fanning myself

“Are you okay?” Nick asked me laughing

“Yeah I’m just sweating and so hungry which is making me feel nauseous” I replied fanning myself and shutting my eyes

“We can turn the air down a bit so it’s cooler in here” Matt said as he shut the fridge and walked over to the AC unit

“Could you please I don’t feel too well” I said leaning back

As he lowered the temperature, Chris came over to me and touched my forehead

“You feel a bit warm but nothing crazy, whats wrong babe?” He asked concerned

“I think I’m about to get my period, it’s making me a not so nice person” I said giggling

“You’re never nice” Matt said plopping down on the couch

“I may not feel well, but I’ll kick your ass” I said popping one eye open, to which he stuck his tongue out in response

“I’ll get us something to eat and some of your feminine hygiene stuff, and I’ll be back” Chris said giving me a kiss

“Thank you my love, please please please bring authentic tacos” I said pleading

“Yes ma’am” he replied before heading out with Matt

Nick and I stayed back watching tv as I tried to feel less sick.

Soon after they came back with the food and I swear it was like a beast took over me. I mean I was inhaling tacos left and right like a freaking vacuum.

I think I had 5 tacos before I finally felt sufficed.

“I’m already feeling 100 times better” I replied as I helped clean up the kitchen

“Maybe your blood sugar was really low” Matt said shrugging his shoulders

“Yeah maybe, I should make a doctors appointment” I replied back

We spent the rest of the evening watching movies and laughing. That was until I started to feel sick again

“What’s wrong baby?” Chris suddenly asked

“I’m having the worse cramps” I said groaning as I leaned against him

“I’ll massage your stomach” he said as he began to rub my lower abdomen

About an hour passed when suddenly I jumped out of Chris’ arms and to Matt’s bathroom.

Barely making it to the toilet I puked what felt like my guts out. And then I puked two more times.

What the fuck??

Cleaning myself up and washing out my mouth. I decided to get a grip and calm myself down.

“You okay in there?” Chris asked me

“Yeah! I think I had too many tacos or maybe I have a stomach bug” I responded back

“Aww my baby” Chris responded

“I’m okay I’ll be right out” I said back

I slid my phone out my pocket and opened up my period tracker to see if I was about to get my period.

Suddenly my world crashed…

I was late by 2 and a half weeks. That’s when my brain went into panic mode. And I flew out the bathroom towards the living room.

“I don’t have a stomach bug and I didn’t eat too much. I’m also not about to get my period because I missed it by 2 and a half weeks” I said shocked as I help up my phone towards them

“WHAT” they all yelled as they jumped up on to their feet

“Yeah… I might be pregnant” I said chewing my lip

“Oh my- I'M GOING TO BE A DAD” Chris said practically jumping around

“I don’t know, but if I’m truly 2 weeks late I might be over a month pregnant” I replied

“Let’s go get some tests NOW” Matt yelled grabbing his keys as we ran to their car

Making it back home with a bunch of tests. I ran to the bathroom and took all 5 of them.

15 minutes later Chris and I walked back into the bathroom and opened our eyes to 5 positive tests.

“OH MY GOD” “HOLY SHIT” was all that came out of our mouths

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god” I said blinking faster

“Baby we’re going to be parents” Chris said pulling me in for a hug

“I can’t believe this” Chris said kissing me

“I can’t believe I’m finally pregnant” I said getting teary eyed

Matt and Nick came over to the bathroom and their mouths dropped when they saw the positive tests.

“WERE GOING TO BE UNCLES” They yelled

“Holy shit guys, congratulations” Matt said hugging us

“I’m so happy for you guys” Nick said wiping his eyes and also hugging us

That night was a very overstimulating night. But the next day I made an appointment with my primary doctor and then an OBGYN.

Once I found out my pregnancy was in fact positive and I was in fact almost 2 months pregnant that’s when Chris and I decided to tell our parents at a big get to together back home.

Who would’ve thought a night of hot flashes and tacos would’ve landed me finding out I was pregnant…

The End

Idek what the freak this is, but I thought about it and found it kinda cute. I love yall dearly and I’m sooo grateful for all the love and support. I’ll try and update more often 🙂‍↔️🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[lovelykil]

DUDE…. Kyle and Stan reacting to there S/O asking for hand pics… (I have a rlly weird fucking hand fetish, my bad 😭)

─Headcanons─

kyle & stan x reader older ver.

hc; asking for hand pics

cw; none

note; HELPP no cs me too......... ermm anyway 😊 ⤵

Kyle—

omg his hands are pale, nice, and slender

Big but not too much, and they are surprisingly soft.

I say surprisingly because he plays basketball.

You'd think they're maybe rough.. they are– he just uses lotion to make his hands soft to the touch

Makes him feel better and clean

Anyway

You LOVEE his hands you sometimes just admire them as he helps you with homework.

Your gaze was drawn as he moved the pencil across the paper, his hand guiding the tool. Some veins faintly appeared as he did so.

You couldn't help but imagine what he could do with them right now if he wasn't blabbering about math homework.

Alright now the GOOD STUFF

As any other person who was just asked if they can send hand pics, he is very much flabbergasted.

He was just writing an essay for his English class when he saw the text, he was so CONFUSED and concerned.

disclaimer I didn't know what the hell to do for usernames so matching it was 🤦🏾‍♀️

He stared at his phone like

'😧' and then '🤨'

Why do you want a hand pic???

For what reason would you send that for 😭??

Well..

He got his answer ☠️

His face IMMEDIATELY went red, setting down his phone to process this situation.

It took like 2 minutes for him to calm down before he took a breather and grabbed back his phone.

He opened his camera and set his hand on his desk, trying to figure out a good camera angle.

I don't know why but bro was stressing

But he finally got a pic he was sorta okay about 🫶🏾

His brain process during this was just all like

what the hell

Why

Why

No I don't like this angle, how about this way

My hand looks stupid she's gonna hate it :(

WHY IS SHE EVEN INTO THIS ANYWAY

I am dating a weirdo.

Anyway he opened back your chat and sent it after a few uncertain seconds.

BARKBARKVAK4KEKKEES

okay sorry, that is literally how I see his hands

so yummy 🤤

After that text message sent, he set that phone down so fast.. and immediately went to type back on his laptop again.

He wasn't too crazy about this request though nothing would compare to when you asked for that whimper audio from him.

He still thinks about it till this day, wanting to die inside

It's okay tho cause you were happy :3

anyway on your end when you saw his notification pop up, you clicked on it FAST

thirsty ass mf

The way you grinned so hard was insane, you were kicking your feet and giggling when you clicked on the photo.

You saved it to your camera roll to add to the rest of the hand pics you secretly had of Kyle..

He doesn't know about this and never will

You went back to your messages with him and texted back

something is purring

and it is not a cat.

Stan—

He wears rings (ohohohoo)

His hands are rough and have calluses from playing his guitar.

Not too rough though just a neutral rough if that even makes sense

When you guys hang out he sometimes likes playing for you

SOMETIMES.

he's a lil shy, he practices alot to play for you so he doesn't look like an idiot.

Sooo that's why his hands are so rough. But you kinda liked it anyway?

The way his chipped black nail-polished fingers strummed his guitar made your stomach do the thing.

Plus his sliver and black rings?

Oh god

It's just the way he glides his fingers tbh I swear

Like play with me like the way you play your guitar 🫤!!

☠️

anywho

Stan was laying in bed, scrolling on TikTok

The usual when he can't sleep and you were already asleep.

Well he thought you were asleep, you sent him a gn text??? But he received a text message 20 minutes later

He's in a little blushy blushy mess now.

What will he do? Send the pic so his gf can rest peacefully? If you said yes...

WRONGG

I'm jk

Idk kinda almost chill wit it? But he definitely felt a little vomit come up in his throat from you thinking of him.

I mean he cares a little like why would you ask that 😭

But it's late so he doesn't really question it

In the pitch dark he snapped a photo of his hand, checked to see if it looked decent then sent his pic.

His rings were off in his 1 😞

but nonetheless you smiled hard, when you saw the picture

Something about his hands screamed

LOSERR that or I just have a problem

but in a hot way ofc, he's a loser but your loser

You giggled like a whore, getting yourself comfortable on your bed.

You then replied back

😭😭

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks, fluff

Touya hadn't been out on his own this late since before the war.

It was quite nice actually, being out in the city like this after dark with no nefarious intent, no rival gangs to worry about, just being able to take it all in, peacefully.

"Meeeowuurrrhhh"

Okay, so maybe not that peaceful.

Another loud mewl sounded from somewhere to Touya's left, and damn, it was probably the loudest cat he has ever heard.

He should just ignore it.

He knew that.

But as a third cry broke the silence of the night, Touya's feet was already taking towards the source of the sound.

This was going to be a mistake.

-

There was a cat in their apartment.

A loud cat.

Keigo was trying his best to not look as confused as he was, but it was kinda hard.

Touya were standing in front of him, his face a mix of soft affection and anxious anticipation, and it was very hard for Keigo not to be reassuring in the moment.

But the cat.

The loud cat.

"So, what, you just... picked him up and brought him here?" Keigo asked, tilting his head.

Touya shook his head so hard that his fluffy, white hair stood around his head like a cloud.

He cleared his voice to the best of his abilities, and tried to speak loud enough to be heard.

"No, I picked HER, she's a girl, up, took her to a shelter to get her checked out, then when they told me she is deaf I -"

"She's deaf?" Keigo cut him off.

Touya nodded.

Ever since he woke up from the coma after the war, his vocal cords hadn't really recovered.

Some days were better than others, but more often than not he'd opt for sign language to talk to those who understood it, but it was kinda hard to do with a cat in his hands, so he put the her down gently on the floor.

"She's like me," he signed, and Keigo's face softened.

"You're sure nobody owns her?" he asked softly as he sat down to let the cat sniff his hand.

Touya nodded and cleared his throat again.

"She wasn't chipped, and she's -" Touya cut himself off as his voice broke, and Keigo looked up at him so he could see him sign.

"She's thin, but she's otherwise fine, she just needs someone to understand her and give her a chance."

Keigo took in what Touya signed, before he looked towards the little black cat again.

Touya and Keigo both knew a thing or two about second chances and how somebody understanding you could change everything.

"She's very cute," Keigo said finally, as the cat rubbed her little face against his hands, making his talons scratch her behind her ears.

Touya beamed.

"I didn't even name her, you can do it if you want," he signed eagerly, and Keigo huffed a laugh.

The little cat looked at them for a second before letting out another loud mewl.

"Is she alright?" Keigo asked, a little nervous.

Touya nodded.

"She doesn't realize how loud she is, she's just a talkative cat," he signed before smirking and adding;

"Figured you two were perfect, since she can't hear all your blabber, and you feel like someone listens when she actually replies to your chittering."

Keigo pouted, but broke out into a laugh as the cat started to purr, that too ridiculously loudly.

"She is rather sweet," Keigo admitted.

Touya hummed, and Keigo got back up from the floor, but not without picking up the cat first.

"So, is that a yes?" Touya signed, and Keigo looked down at the little cat face again.

"Yeah, yeah, like you didn't already know," Keigo said softly, and Touya grinned.

"Great, now give her here," he signed, and Keigo did like he was asked.

Touya lifted her up to his face and mumbled some soft words to her, which she of course couldn't hear, but she must have gotten the idea because she started up purring again, the sound more alike to a chainsaw than a cat.

With Touya's raspy cooing and the cat's loud purring Keigo couldn't help but laugh.

"You guys sound alike," he grinned, and Touya stuck his tongue out at him.

"She still needs a name tho," Touya managed to say, and Keigo nodded.

"What about Chainsaw?" Keigo grinned, and Touya guaffed.

"How about no," he rasped, and let the cat back down.

"She looks like a void," Touya signed as the cat sat on the floor, looking up at them.

Keigo hummed.

"Void," he said thoughtfully, and Touya grimaced.

"She's a little too fancy for that, don't you think?" he signed, and Keigo chuckled.

"What, she's more of a Lady Void to you?" he asked, but the way Touya's face lit up told him all he needed to know.

Lady Void it is.

// kicking the writers block in the face, one drabble at a time! there's def more to this au as well, so maybe I'll post a part 2 some day!

[head---ache]

hi im gonna drop brass' lore on you bc i didnt realize i never did

Just for context, Brass and Emmie are the same age, with Brass being born a couple of months after. So, while Emmie was cooking in the tube, Starline, who we're gonna say is alive, steals Tails' Tube Baby Project™ files, and tries to copy it, because he believes this is an attempt to make a bio-weapon at the same level of Project Shadow, and he wants to be ready for that, and besides, this seems like an improvement from Surge and Kit to him.

So he gets on with it, and he of course has Surge's DNA, but he doesn't want to combine it with Kit's because he can't imagine the result of that mix would be of any use. At some point he gets his hands on one of Amy's quills, probably by being a creepy stalker to all of the main cast, and decides to mix it with Surge's DNA in order to continue with his Anti-Tube Baby Project™, however, he then realizes Tails is actually attempting to take down the power levels and make his project more stable, which is not at all what Starline is looking for. And also, most of the power Tails' baby project would have comes from both from the Chaos Energy Sonic and Shadow have, and the Black Arms DNA passed down from Black Doom, which are things Starline simply can't get his hands to: Chaos Energy? Maybe, but not nearly enough, and it would probably be fake, highly unstable energy. And Black Arms DNA? Simply impossible.

So he just gives up. Tails isn't even making a weapon out of his project, so Starline doesn't even need his own anymore. So he abandons the hedgehog baby he made, inside the tube, and forgets about them for months.

One day Surge and Kit break into Starline's base, looking to steal some stuff from him, mostly Surge's idea just to annoy the guy. They eventually come across the big tube holding the small green hedgehog, still in the tube, however, pretty ready to go. And Surge just acts out of instinct, she doesn't even stop to think for a second before taking the baby with her and running as Kit follows her and keeps trying to ask her what she's doing. The thing is, she doesn't even know, but leaving this baby behind was not an option.

And when they got home it finally dawned on her, that now they had a baby at home and she didn't know what to do with it.

"So, uhm- Are you gonna raise it?" Kit asked, and Surge suddenly snapped as if nothing had happened. She stood up and walked away from the baby, crossing her arms behind her head and turning away.

Chaos, no. She was already a terrible mother to Mareep, she couldn't do that to another child.

"Nah! You can keep it if you want, tho." She shrugged.

Kit moaned, wavering.

And so Brass grew up with Surge and Kit, but they wouldn't call either of them their parents, although Kit would maybe be closer to that, as Surge seemed to be trying very hard to not be a parental figure to another kid.

On the other hand, Brass' relationship with Amy is fine, they can talk, Amy does try to be part of their life, but Brass is very indifferent to the idea. I'll share a little dialogue I have in mind because to be honest I don't really have much context for it, but it explains Brass and Amy's relationship kinda well.

"Listen, Amy, you're nice, and all, but you're not my mom."

"But I could be, Brass. I want to be, if you let me."

"I just- I don't think I want that, yeah? You can just pay attention to your actual children, I'm fine."

And also about Brass relationship with Mareep, it's also fine. They get along, they're just not super close. But they also have a mutual understanding, and Brass might be a little jealous since Mareep at least has Lanolin. And Mareep is a little jealous because Brass doesn't seem to be doing too bad even after being raised by Surge, while on her end Surge was kind of the root of all of her problems. But they get along fine.

Basically Brass wasn't super close to anyone (but acting as if it was fine), until she met a certain hedgehog-alien girl and her AI girlfriend TEHEHEHE (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[66sharkteeth]

Weekly thoughts- Ep 180

Claude has literally nothing to do with this episode outside of that one panel, but that image is one of my fav panels I've drawn in ages so I'm using it.

Anyway... Such a fun episode! I really loved writing this one. Aaallll season I've been seeing people say they miss the old Lyss (which is a little ironic bc previous seasons I only heard about how much people hate her? I guess people will never be 100% happy when it comes to Lyss). But trust me, I missed writing her being fiery and spunky too, we just needed to get to the point where she could get her spark back and it's finally there. I mean, I do think a big part of her spark was her almost cartoonish hatred for blanks, so when she lost that, there wasn't as much for her to get giddy and violent over, but now she's got a blank to RESCUE so we can have it back.

As for the actual plot... haha, yeah, everyone 1000% predicted what was gonna happen with that serum. Last week when I said that I had a plan for this fake out and to let me cook... That's kinda all I meant haha. But it looks like you guys were able to figure out what I was cooking based on all the ingredients, which I'm glad! It means people are like...ya know, following the story.

Lyss and Nia weren't a duo planned from the beginning (I wasn't even sure until not long ago if it was gonna be Lyss or Desmond that "died" during the exchange), but they've been so fun to write together and it was just so nice to draw silly Lyss again. It's been ages since I got to draw her in more light-hearted scenes again.

Anyway, this was such a fun episode to write, tho this is officially the start of the episodes that killed me to draw and why I'm down to only 2 episode buffer. I think you'll further see why in the upcoming episodes why I'm so damn behind now, as the episodes lately have been taking far longer than average to draw.

[lawrites]

Gender neutral! Reader X Gotham Rogues Crochet Headcanons

This is so self-indulgent and too detailed for how dumb this concept is...my God. Anyway, crochet headcanons for the Gotham Rogues. How do they react to your crochet hobby? What do you make for them?

Featuring: The Penguin, The Riddler, Zsasz

The Penguin (Ozzie my beloved)

One of Oswald's most prominent love languages is gift-giving (he is SUCH a sugar daddy, c'mon)

So whether you already know how to crochet before meeting him or gently bring up wanting to try it while sharing dinner one night...

He is already getting out his card. A set of beautiful, ergonomic crochet hooks with colors to differentiate between the sizes, a leather yarn bag and organizer, plus yarn to fill it up.

He IS such a snob about fibers tho, he would get you local wool spun right outside of Gotham, bamboo, etc. anything expensive and natural and beautiful. (Even if you beg for some cheap acrylic just to start out with)

He also gets you little penguin stitch markers. He does his research on gifts and makes sure you have EVERYTHING you need to start a new hobby. (Now why is that so hot? Anyway)

He enjoys nothing more than sitting by the fire with you, drinking brandy, (or sometimes nice hot tea), and letting you cuddle up to his side as your nimble fingers create something.

He never gets tired of the cute face you make when you concentrate, or the joy and pride you show when you finally finish a project.

The first project you EVER made had to be a little amigurumi penguin. It was terrible and lopsided and you were almost ashamed to show him. You wouldn't have, actually, if he hadn't been sitting by you the whole time you were making it.

"Little Dove, is that for me? You shouldn't have." His hands plucked it from yours before you could protest, and he hugged it to himself and complimented you. He was so cute and so genuinely happy with it. And it stays on his little bedside table to this day.

BUT to truly make something for him? You try to go with the classics, as Ozzie is a classic guy.

Hat, scarf, mittens.

You use smaller yarn and stitches to give it more elasticity, the yarn is all a deep, darker purple and SO soft. (Cashmere bought on his dollar but it's the thought that counts right?)

You even managed to make a little penguin on only one side of the scarf, making it a little secret for Ozzie while still keeping the scarf classy.

He loves any gift from you but this? He starts planning his winter outfits to match your creations immediately.

He can smell you on the scarf still, since you spent so much time with that yarn, and it makes him smile even as the wind bites at him on cold days in Gotham. 💜

The Riddler

Listen, he's great but we all know he is kinda patronizing and a little bit of an asshole right? (Some versions more than others)

So he supports your hobby, even if your yarn and supplies take up space that he could be using for traps or riddles.

He does to research and figure out as much as he can about the hobby, but he won't dedicate time to it like you will, so he never gets as good. But he DOES know the basics, which means he can now critique you.

You are having trouble with a pattern? "Darling, that's just a double crochet into a half-double crochet into a triple crochet repeated 10 times into a magic ring. Simple."

You lost track of your stitch count? "Well I guess we can't all be multitaskers like me. I'll be silent for a bit while you count. 🙄"

With that in mind, he DOES leave you riddles in crochet pattern form occasionally. They take forever to solve but he's with you for a reason. And success is always...pleasurable for you both. 👀

Your first creation around him was just a little round frog. Green, because you thought you could gift it to Eddie.

It turned out misshapen and lumpy (listen all first projects are like this). And he teased you mercilessly for it.

"I suppose it could be a frog, from a certain angle. Maybe it's supposed to be abstract?"

It went missing after that. (Secretly Eddie keeps it at his workbench and squishes it when he's feeling stressed. The cute face you put on it does make him smile, too, but don't tell anyone 🔪)

For your actual real gift for him? You make a little crochet Riddler plush! You know the man well and he loves himself just a bit too much sometimes. (except maybe Dano Riddler but he would love it too for different reasons)

You decided to not go for realism and keep it simple in the face. But you DID go all out with the clothes. A little green suit jacket, pants, even a belt!

And you found little glasses to put on it. 🤓

When you presented it to him, he was speechless.

He takes it from you, examines it, and the wonder in his eyes makes your heart swell with pride. That is until he opens his mouth again. "I couldn't think of a better subject, truly. Though the face needs some work, dear, it doesn't truly capture my likeness."

But he says this all while hugging it to his side absentmindedly. He hugged it to himself for the rest of the night, actually. (And he now has another crochet project at his work bench)

You sometimes hear him talking to Ed Jr. while he's working, and you just smile to yourself and leave them be, turning back to your own crochet project and enjoying the peace.

Victor Zsasz

My headcanon is that Zsasz is into needlework and crochet, maybe someone in his family taught him?

He recommends what most seasoned crochet people will tell you, don't buy the fancy stuff and get some $3 goodwill hooks to start out with.

He also gifts you some yarn remnants to practice with, and when he doesn't have a job he'll sit next to you on the couch while you watch a movie, patiently helping you with steps you may struggle with.

Sometimes he may silently correct your form, showing you a different way to hold yarn tension or helping you remember how to make a slip stitch.

Your first project was just a simple washcloth. ("Nothing fancy to start out with, get the basics done first and then we may start with other stuff. If you do good.")

And you succeeded! Turns out it IS easier to do something basic at the beginning. Who knew. (Victor did)

After that you continued to have YouTube Video Essay/Needlework nights. Victor would sometimes not even work on anything and just lay against your side.

Sometimes he would even lay in your lap, spitting out any yarn fragments dramatically if they got in his mouth and pouting up at you until he got your attention.

Anyway. The actual project you made him was a nice, cozy sweater. And it was HARD to hide from him. Luckily, his profession DOES sometimes take him out of your apartment for hours upon hours at a time, so you have the ability to work in secret.

You think a simple black sweater is just perfect, something made of cotton or wool and maybe lined with red on the collar/trim, but that's it.

His immediate reaction when you gave it to him was to kiss the LIFE out of you, thanking you for thinking of him.

Then he pulls it over his head immediately, poking his head out and grinning goofily at you.

That night, you don't work on any crochet projects because he takes up your whole lap, cuddled up in his sweater and rubbing his hands up and down your sides, your hips...

Yeah he distracts you well.

And he wears the sweater proudly, but not on jobs. He reserves it for walks around town with you, so he can say his partner made it for him.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

the idea of a "not zombie plague" at the hotel.... what an effing comedy it could be...

thanks @sunsetcougar and @insert-funny-name-here69 for making me picture it XD

Vaggie comes back from Cannibal Town snuffling, no big deal, maybe it's all those feathered hats and fur stoles (sUSaN) or nice flowers or whatever. Vaggie goes to bed like normal, wakes up the next day GROANING, stiff and grumpy and shuffling around the hotel

Oh no!- Charlie the protective gf cries- what if there's some hellborn illness angels are weak towards??? It's time to physically carry Vaggie back to bed for rest (and keep doing that a few times until it sticks and she puts Razzle on guard at the door) (also print out and past their room's windows with pics of her own pleading pout so Vaggie won't try flying to freedom again) (and crashing again)

well this is kinda a weird and kinda funny for the rest of the hotel... until the Symptoms start to spread

sneezing is the first stage, the infection fun, a sign you've already got it, but everyone wants to blame Susan and Susan's specific perfectly matching (aka hostile harsh and annoying) choice of perfume lingering around the hotel, so they all (not vaggie) (vaggie thinks susan is The Coolest) just walk around sneezing and yelling "FUCK YOU SUSAN" afterwards instead of "bless you" or whatever

loss of appetite isn't that big a deal at first- between the guy with the drug addiction, his friend also with a drug addiction, an alcoholic, a tiny woman who can fill up on a single ritz cracker, a guy who eats rotting dear corpses, a pig who regularly gets his appetite spoiled with treats, an egg boi who doesn't know what he eats without his boss around to tell him, a goat demon stuffie hell bent on only consuming doughnuts, a demon princess too busy singing and scheming happiness plans to do things like SLEEp never mind EAT, her girlfriend who will care about stuff like hunger once everything else is taken care of and not a second before, an the KING of hell who hasn't even had an appetite for LIFE in ages.... no one notices the lack of eating going on at first, until it's Too Late

stiffness and aching of the joints has everyone complaining when it hits tho. Angel Dust is pissed it got in the way of his performance. Husk feels old again and gets grumpy when he gets called old man which makes him even MORE grumpy. Niffty enjoys it for 4 minutes until it throws off her rat kill rate. Alastor pretends to feel nothing but every time he moves there's a horrible CRACK from any and all bending joints and Cherri finds him stiffly stuck in a chair a least once. Cherri is the best off bc she mainly just feels like she got blown up and is used to it. Vaggie is having flash backs to the pain and weakness right after losing her first wings- Charlie wants to help but is hunched over so far she regularly rests her chin on Vaggie's head and doesn't have the energy to drag her back to bed. Lucifer is ACTUALLY hobbling around using his cane, snapping to false casualness whenever someone looks his way, secretly using a rubber duck as a stress ball. They grudgingly agree they can't blame this one on Susan (actually...) and migrate to the lobby as a group, trying to figure out what KIND of hell bug they've somehow caught.

Now is where the loss of appetite finally gets notices. Vaggie dragged out some food for the war council and NO ONE can stand even LOOKING at it. there are, however, at lot of OTHER looks going around....

Husk edges away from Angel, who's eying him even more hungrily than usual but without any of the sultriness. Niffty scuttling past gets his attention and makes his tail do the little pre-pound wiggle as he sinks his claws into the sofa to keep from FOR REAL pouncing. Cherri is staring at her bestie Angel Dust and gritting her many sharp teeth at the hallucination that he's limbs are actually full of drugs. Alastor's eye is twitching, the hotel gusts all having taken on the shape of deer carcasses from his point of view. Lucifer is fine until he looks over at Vaggie- he looks away instantly and shoves his ducky in his mouth to BITE, panics, yanks it free again, and when he looks down it's morphed into a stylized duck version of Vaggie with bite marks. Vaggie has gone dead quiet and is staring at her future father in law, clutching her spear, mentally roasting him over hellfire on a spit in her mind's eye.

Charlie sees all this happening like what is going ON guys, why are you all acting so... sooooo............Hm. Charlie wonders aloud if Razzle, Dazzle, and the Egg Boi have always had such a close resemblance to juicy little roast chickens?

Then Niffty bites Husk's tail and the hotel is overrun from the inside

it's not a ZOMBIE plague- it's CANNIBAL FLU- and now sinners are chasing sinners down the halls with knives and forks, Charlie is trying NOT to eat the little hellborn as they try and fail to nibble on her lanky limbs, and Vaggie and Lucifer-

there is a new hole in the hotel where Vaggie tackled her future dad in law through the roof and now anyone looking the hotel has great view of them both snarling, circling each other in the air, spitting out mouthfulls of feathers from successfully blocking each other's bites while failing to to grab any FLESH with their own

Thankfully Rosie had finally gotten wind of Vaggie leaving with a 'slight head cold' last time and waltzes over just in time to toss some of her best stock into the hotel, a fine selection of sinner, hellborn, and even some leftover angel steaks from the battle, smartly distracting the hotel crew from hunting and tearing into each other instead

One very upsetting but ENERGETIC meal later, the blankly traumatized (and blood spattered) hotel crew huddle in groups back in the over turned lobby, listening as Rosie assures them the worst is over and they should be good as gore by tomorrow morning!

Alastor politely informs Roise that the mention of gore at just that moment might not have been the BEST choice of words

right on cue, Husk starts making hairball noises, and everyone else looks suddenly sick

Vaggie sighs, patting her gf on the back as Charlie tearfully hugs Razzle after having had her jaw unhinged in preparation of swallowing him whole when Rosie made her timely arrival (Razzle forgives her, he was planning to try devouring her from the inside out or die trying) (meanwhile Charlie had put both Fatty Nuggets and the Egg Boi on a frying pan and was preparing to have a nice cozy ghibli-style family meal- of friendship. literally. of friends)

-alright, Vaggie gives in, fine. Just one time I'll say it too.... Who do we blame for all this?

SUSAN everyone growls

this reminds Rosie to pass out the "shove your groaning up your asses" cards Susan made for all of them, which are, of course, scented

Vaggie sneezes at the scent and there's a stampede as everyone not wildly in love with her tries to run and save themselves

cannibal flu. it puts the "i" in cannibal as in that's what it makes YOU

cannibals are immune to this party bc they would barely even notice if they had it, for them, it's just suddenly turning into picky eater for a few days until the craving is satisfied :3 sometimes with your next door neighbor but really, isn't that what neighbors are for~?

(charlie falls into bed that night, exhausted, only to look around at a strange chewing noise)

(it's vaggie. on the window seat, hunched over with wings huddled around herself, looking up frozen in the act of gnawing on lute's torn off and left behind arm)

Vaggie: ".... Susan sent it over for me, special."

Charlie: "Uh huh."

Vaggie: "I'm not sick anymore! I just, was kinda curious..."

Charlie: "Vaggie, I support you biting the arm of the woman who tore out your eye. And you look great smeared with angelic blood." (pouting) "....but can you be cannibal curious in the morning and snuggle with me now?"

Vaggie: (tossing lute's arm into the bathroom) "Always, sweetie."

Charlie: "Mmm gooood. Now kisses!"

Vaggie: "Shit wait, I should wash my mouth-"

Charlie: "Or not?"

Vaggie: "..not?"

Charlie: "I'm kinda curious too~"

and thus was Susan's cannibal propaganda successfully spread, by the power of gay love, and how hot the demon princess of hell thinks it is when her angel girlfriend is spattered with someone else's blood

[wooahaes]

this love is full of fairy tales

pairing: non-idol!felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship au. engaged au.

warnings: food. talks of marriage. vague mentions about having kids in the distant future. felix and reader being dorks in love.

word count: 1.8k~

daisy's notes: kinda reflected on some personal stuff while writing this one oopsie!! its not in the fic tho dw

As cheesy as it probably sounded, Felix loved the fact that you spoke with your hands a lot. Right now, it meant your engagement ring would catch the light every so often, and he could quietly smile to himself with a giddy joy that he was getting to marry you one day. The fact that this restaurant had intimate lighting only made the experience better in his eyes.

The waitress had been politely chatting with you as she prepared a pot of cheese fondue for the two of you, talking animatedly about her own husband once you revealed that the two of you were engaged. She had her own wedding stories to share, and advice to impart on the two of you in order to ensure a happy day. Felix just kept looking at you, smiling to himself at how pretty you looked in the low light. When he told you where the two of you were going, you’d dressed up with glee over the fact you had an excuse to look nice. Most of the time, the two of you went to casual places—or a place where the most ‘dressy’ you had to get was maybe a nice shirt and pants. This place was expensive and filling (the best of both worlds, in his opinion) and he knew you loved it from a prior visit a while ago… So why not? 

The waitress left soon enough, and the two of you began to dive into the cheese course. Felix offered you a piece of bread from his own fork, watching the way you pulled it off with your teeth after a moment. “So…” 

You looked up, hand cupped over your mouth as you chewed. “Mm?” 

“We’ve talked about it before, but since you brought up the wedding…” He absentmindedly picked at food for a moment. “I was wondering how dress shopping has been going.”

“Ugh.” You frowned a little for a moment. “I mean—I like the dresses. But… I dunno. There’s so many, and some of them don’t look good on me when they look great on other people, and…” You trailed off for a moment, frowning. “Sometimes I just kinda wish you were there with me.”

“Do you want me to be?”

Pressing your lips together, you nodded. “At least to help me narrow it down. If it’s important to you, I won’t show you the final dress… But I’d feel better if I had you there to help me narrow things down.” 

He reached out just to take your hand, kissing your knuckles before letting it go. “Then I’ll be there.” He paused for just a second, “Oh! Seungmin said he’d take our engagement photos. I figured we’d get someone else to do the actual wedding, but—”

“No, that’s great,” you beamed. “As long as he doesn’t mind.”

The two of you kept talking casually, both about the wedding and about other day-to-day things. Yet Felix’s mind kept going back to the day he proposed to you. He’d been talking to so many people about it. To his parents, who told him to follow his heart. Getting married around your mid-twenties wasn’t a bad thing at all, even if it did feel young at times: the two of you still had plenty of time to do other things if that was what you wanted (which Felix later realized was their subtle way of saying that there was no race for the two of you to have kids right away). He’d talked to his sisters about it, and they’d teased him but basically told him the same thing. Eventually, he had lunch with Chris and talked to him about it… followed by the two of them going to look for rings. Felix had your ring size written down, after all, and who else to help him pick something than the person right there with him. 

“I think she’ll like whatever you pick for her,” Chris had said to him while standing over glass cases, staring down at different designs.

He nodded along. Felix had known for years that you weren’t picky with jewelry, aside from preferring silver over gold. Yet he couldn’t ignore the way his heart seemed to race in his chest, the realization that this was real having set in. He was going to propose. The two of you had talked about marriage again months ago, and you’d basically said you could see yourself getting married to him. Whether that be sooner or later, you were fine with either… and something in his heart said soon. If he was going to spend his life with you like he wanted to, then why wait? No one said he had to marry you immediately, either. If the two of you wanted to have a long engagement, then you could do that. He stopped when he saw this small ring that had tiny diamonds along the sides of it, alternating in this leaf-line pattern, with one slightly larger gem in the middle of it. It made him think of fairy tales, if he were honest. Dreamy. Romantic. Things that he associated with you for so many reasons.

Chris came up beside him, looking down at it. “This one?” He pointed, just to be sure he was following Felix’s line of sight correctly. “I think she’d love that one, actually.”

Every day, Felix was glad the two of you had separate accounts for things like this. One joint one for things like bills and shared expenses, but he liked knowing he could surprise you easily by dipping into his own account. The ring practically burned a hole in his pocket for weeks as he tried to plan out the best way to propose to you. He knew he was going to get at least one or two of his friends to record it happening, just so the two of you would have that memory together. He’d thought about proposing at a nice restaurant, much like the one the two of you were in now…

“Felix?” You called out, and then giggled when he came back to reality. “Hi, sunshine. Everything okay?”

It was. With you in it, it always would be. “Yeah,” he said. “Just thinking.”

“Oh?” Your voice held a playful lift to it, and he wished he could kiss that smile now. “You wanna share?”

You would tease him if you knew. So he shook his head, changing the topic to how work had been treating you lately. Things had been rough before, and you seemed happier, so…

And then he let himself drift back into that memory. The two of you had gone on a picnic together by the river. One minute, the two of you were in deep conversation… and the next he’d been texted that Seungmin was in place and ready to record as soon as Felix took you down to the river. It’d been easy enough to get you to come with him (and Felix glanced back to see Jeongin had sat down at the picnic spot once the two of you were gone, just to protect it while Seungmin tailed you), talking about the early days of your relationship. You had been so shy with him, but that was okay. He had been shy, too. He didn’t want to mess anything up with you.

And then he turned to you. “I really love you, you know?” 

It earned a giggle from you. “I love you, too, you dork.” You drew him in for a quick kiss. “You’re sentimental tonight, huh?”

He had a speech planned. He had so much he wanted to say to you. And then he teared up, pulse racing as he reached up to wipe his eyes. 

“Lixie?” 

“I’m fine!” He said, “I just—” Fuck it. He took a deep breath and then got down on one knee, pulling out the box. “I was going to say so, so much more, but… I think I should just ask you already.”

You ended up crying, too. But you said that one magic word when he asked, and he slipped the ring on your finger. You gushed over it for so long, and ended up taking him to a store to have him pick out his own ring. 

“It’s only fair, you know,” you had said to him, looking into the cases. “You should show something off, too.” 

Even tonight, he noticed the way you kept noticing how his own ring would shine in the light. He cared for it so carefully, never taking it off for long unless he was polishing it. It was a gift from you, after all: he always took care of the things you’d get for him, regardless of how big or small they were. He noticed your own subtle smiles over it, too.

“Hey,” Felix said at one point. The cheese course had been cleaned up, and the two of you were enjoying your salads. “I know this is kind of random, but… I’m really glad I met you in this life.” 

Your gaze softened so much as you watched him. “Oh… Felix.” Your foot brushed against his calf, a safer way to let him know you were listening instead of your usual way of taking his hand considering the built-in cooktop between you was still hot from the cheese. “I’m really glad, too.” Then your nose scrunched as you giggled. “God, it feels like you’re going to propose to me again.”

“Maybe I will.” He smiled at you, turning a fork between his fingers. “If they didn’t already know… We could have probably gotten something for free.”

It earned another giggle from you, one that he never wanted to stop hearing. He’d trade everything if it meant he could keep you as happy as he could for the rest of your lives. “I’ll stop bragging, then.”

“No, don’t.” He rested his head in one hand, just to admire you for a moment. “I don’t think I could, so… It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Do you brag about me?”

You were teasing him, but he’d always be honest. “I do,” he said with this soft smile. “It’s kind of hard not to.” 

You sputtered for a moment, face growing hot, and immediately went to take a long sip of your drink. The two of you had been together for so long, and still he found ways to mess with you like this. “Yeah,” you said after you’d composed yourself. “Uh. Ditto.” 

He snorted a little. “Ditto?”

“Don’t poke fun at me!” You pouted at him. “You know being sweet like that scrambles my brain.”

Felix just smiled, stabbing his fork into another piece of his salad. “I think it’s my job now to poke fun at you,” he said. “You’ll do the same, though. I know you.” 

Again, your foot brushed against his calf. “Yeah… You do.” You relaxed once more. “And I will.”He wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Especially if it meant he could kiss you at the end of each birthday, mumbling a soft “Happy birthday, my star,” against your lips.

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[b2cute]

boy next door

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you stumble into someone at a party one day, drink and confused. he was willing to take you home which you accept, only for things to change…

warnings: suggestive, drinking, smoking

notes: first ever series (if you saw this already no u didn’t)

"Honey, come down for breakfast before it gets cold!" My mom calls out. I was hungover from the night before. my best friend Trinity and I partied a bit too hard, after all, I had a rough week.

*flashback*

"C'mon, it'l be fun y/n. you never go to parties with me and this is the best way to get out of your shell for once" Trin cheers. her friend Brayden was hosting an end-of-the year summer kickoff and wanted me to go with her. Finals were finished so I had no school to worry about, it was just the fact that Trinity was all I had.

Earlier that year I was in a big friend group. We were so close and told each other everything. One night at a sleepover, I was getting ready for bed when one of the girls told me to go and pick up the doordash order outside the house. I get up from my spot and go to the door and look around and see nothing when I heard the door slam and a lock click behind me. My clothes were thrown out from the windows next to the gate and I was left stranded at 3:00 am. I couldn't go home. not after an argument with my mom, so I decided to go to Trinity's. We were only lab partners so she was weirded out when I showed up to her house but quickly understood the situation.

Ever since, we have been inseparable.

"Fine I'll go, but don't expect me to have fun" I groan throwing my head back. "Yeah yeah, that's what they all say" Trinity rolled her eyes back and laughed. We were sitting on the floor in her room in front of a huge mirror. I was doing my makeup and Trinity was straightening her long, black hair. She was perfect in my eyes. Icey blue eyes and a tall figure, it was like a model sent to me. Trinity always knew the best advice and encouraged me to be my best self which I appreciated everyday.

As I finished my makeup I started on Trinity's and added some rhinestones as eyeliner to her face. We quickly finished packing everything up and began choosing our outfits. I wanted to be simple, so I decided to go with baggy camo pants and a black-fitting top. I added gold jewelry pinned my front pieces behind my ears and threw shoes on. Trinity dressed up in white cargo and a blue tank top with matching dunks.

While waiting for our Uber, Trinity took insta pictures for me and I reciprocated by doing the same to her.

Eventually , the Uber got to her house, and we went out.

-

We pull into the driveway and leave the Uber, thanking him in action. the house was average-sized, your typical house party with red solo cups everywhere, flashing lights, drunk people dancing, and of course couples on top of each other. I never really understood PDA. It kinda grossed me out. Just the thought of getting all up in your partner's business wasn't something | partook in, but others disagreed with me completely.

Immediately the smell of weed and the purple LED lights hit at once, and I felt my head starting to spin. "Hey! I'm so glad you two could make it. Y/n, right?" a tall brunette figure spoke. "Hi it's so nice to meet you as well, I didn't quite catch your name tho." I returned. Trinity pulled him into a hug, laughing at my comment. "Brayden" the boy spoke. He pushed his hand to his chest acting hurt by my words which I returned a playful slap on his shoulder.

We kept walking through the party and met up with some other girls, immediately taking shots. I normally didn't drink but who cares? It's the first day of summer might as well.

-

It was starting to get late. I knew I was going to drink but after one drink and another, I couldn't stop. My legs felt like jelly and my arms were going numb. My head was pounding, but I still felt so good. "I'm going to head out Trin, I'll see you later," I say to Trinity, barely in my mind. "Okay, get home safe and drink water," she remarks, even though she is just as drunk. I nod and start to find the nearest bathroom, needing to pee before ordering an Uber.

Once I reached the bathroom, I pull out my phone to order an Uber, but fail when my phone dies. "Are you fucking with me, cmon" I whine to myself, extending the “n”. I decide that's a problem for later as I use the bathroom and finish up.

I open the door and begin walking down the hall, back to where the party was happening, maybe Brayden was sober and could give me a ride.

As I start walking I hold onto the wall next to me, stumbling every so often. My head was pounding and I couldn't think straight when suddenly a liquid was splashed all over my top. "Holy shit I'm so sorry" a voice spoke over me.

I looked down at my top to see it drenched in whatever they had in their drink. "I swear it's only water, so it shouldn't ruin your top." The voice spoke again, now with a worried tone. "It's fine, don't worry about it," I said, backing up a little to see who I was speaking to, but fail as I stumble backward.

Before I could hit the floor, I’m picked up with my arm wrapped around them. The smell of cologne hitting me immediately. "Mmmm you smell good" I say against the person holding me. "Dior Sauvage sweetheart, are you alone?" they questioned. I look up to see a brunette boy, not Brayden but definitely similar. He was wearing gray pants and a hoodie. "N-по im with a friend but I was just leaving now" I mumble. My head was now throbbing and all I could think about was my bed.

"If you trust me enough I can give you a ride?" he offers. I knew it was risky, but god did I want to go home. "Yes please" I eagerly replied, both my hands were grabbing his biceps to keep me up, and his hands stayed right above my waist, at a respectful spot. "Okay," he said, and in one quick swift, I was being carried. My arms find a way around the boy's neck and I hide my head into his neck. I close my eyes as the smell of weed hits me once again while we exit the house.

-

"We’re almost at your place hang in there, kid" The boy chuckles. I was lying in the passenger seat with the chair reclined slightly and my feet were on the dashboard. My head was against the window as it still banged in pain. I nod to let him know I am listening, but instantly knocked out.

*end of flashback*

I finally roll out of bed and make my bed. No matter how hungover I was, my need to be organized won me over. I tidy up the room and head to the bathroom. I freshened up my face and threw on lounge clothes and uggs as I made my way to my vanity to start my makeup. I kept it light, considering my head pain, but I needed to look presentable so my mom wouldn't get suspicious.

It’s always been me and her, my dad left before I was born. For so weird reasons, I never found interest in finding him or even wanting a dad. Sure, Father's day was awkward, but other than that, I didn't mind. It wasn’t like I even knew his birthday.

I threw my hair in a slick back bun and sprayed my signature perfume. Finally finished, I head downstairs to my mom.

"Look who decided to show up," my mom says. I roll my eyes sit down on the stool and begin snarfing down the waffles she made me. "How was girls' night?" she asks. I almost choked on my waffle remembering I lied to her. "Oh u-uhm it was good!" I lied, my face was burning up. I quickly drink some orange juice to help with the coughing and took a deep breath before continuing my breakfast.

"Well I'm heading out for a shift, but can you bring this plate to the house across the street?" my mom says. She was holding out a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Mom, no one lives there who would eat those?" I say. the house has been up for sale a while now. "A family moved in there yesterday morning, but I forgot to get them anything so I waited 'till today" she continues.

I groan before taking the cookies and placing them next to me. "You’re the best sweetheart, I won't be home till later, so feel free to use my card and get yourself dinner" she says, kissing me for head and beginning to leave. "Thank you, mom, love you!" I call out. I look out to see her blow me a kiss and start the car before driving off to the hospital. She is the best nurse I know.

I finish my breakfast and put it in the dishwasher before grabbing my phone and the cookies while heading out of the house myself. I lock the door and step out to the porch, the cool hair hitting me in an instant. I make my way to the house across the street.

Similar to mine, it was a two-story traditional house. The house had a brown exterior with a beautiful lawn that had a basketball court in the driveway. I skip over some steps and give the big brown door a knock and waiting a moment for someone to answer me. "I'll get it!" a voice shouts from inside. I hear shuffling to the door before it finally unlocks. But, my face instantly drops in shock.

It was the boy from the party.

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[sinsandsweetness]

i have stepdad!rick brainrot rn, i’d love one where he punishes the reader for being out past curfew, rick sitting by the door watching another boy drop her off

i’m so excited to see where you go with this omg <33

cw- stepdad!rick, dub con? kinda toxic tbh but… it’s fictional so… all for funsies <3 oh and um… not proofread (is it ever anymore?)

The porch light is on and you know you’re screwed. Walking up the creaky steps to the front door and gently turning the handle. Your stepdads figure, standing at the counter sorting some papers. He glances over at the sound of the door latching behind you.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” His gaze goes back to the stack of papers he’s sorting.

You place your bag on the stool next to him and go for the fridge. Grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before answering.

“We lost track of time, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s 1 in the morning. Curfew is 11.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t have a curfew that’s ridiculous.” You almost laugh.

“You live under my roof don’t you?”

He’s fully focused on you now. Standing there. No papers in hand.

You want to scowl back. But you’re already in trouble. And being a brat won’t help your situation. Not when Rick is already coming in at you. Backing you into the corner cabinet. Your ass hitting the cool marble as he approaches. Cornered.

“Answer.” He demands. Annoyed. No. Angry.

“Yes. I do.” You day through a clenched teeth. He’s still in his work clothes. The police uniform that Deanna gave him way back when they first arrived here. When he first met your mom. When he first took notice of you.

“Who were you with?”

“A friend.”

He breaths out what you assume is a laugh. An unimpressed huff of air and the smallest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“A friend, hm. Don’t know many friends that touch eachother like that.”

He must have seen you. Watched the boy drop you off from his spot on his chair under the living room window. Watched you kiss the boy goodbye after he opened the car door for you. No doubt catching the way his hand grabbed your ass when he pulled you in for another.

Though Rick seems exceptionally calm if he had seen.

“I’m sorry.” It’s not sincere. And Rick can hear it too.

“About the boy? Or about being out past curfew. Curfew that’s been set in place for all of Alexandria by the way. Not just you.”

“Since when?” This is news to you.

“Since one of your friends fucked up and got three of our people killed.”

There was an incident. A recent one. Only a few days ago actually. Some pretty heavy drinking was involved. Shitty decisions were made and it cost the community three precious lives. An open gate in this world will do that.

“I didn’t realize. No one told me.” You’re telling the truth. He must sense it because his jaw relaxes slightly.

But he moves in even closer. If that was possible. You feel trapped. A heavy weight pulling you further into the counter space between his hands. Ricks strong arms framing your entrapment.

“You missed the meeting,” he leans in, though it doesn’t feel particularly intimate. More intimidating than anything. “I wondered why that was. Wouldn’t have to do with some… friend would it?”

You shake your head. Your heartbeat is off the walls and you want him to close the gap between you so desperately. You want him to bend his own house rules and make a fucking mess out of you right here on the counter. Right here in the kitchen where your mother could walk in at any moment.

Right where he refuses to touch you out of his own moral agenda. Outside it didn’t matter. But in this house, touching you was rare.

He’s so close it hurts. His nose almost brushing your cheek. The stubble on his jaw scratches your cheek as he moves to whisper in your ear. Lips so warm against your ear. Brushing the gold metal hanging from your lobe.

“I don’t believe you.”

His voice is quiet. Soft and deep. But It makes you shiver as if he’s just yelled at you.

“I-I…“

“Shhh,” he cuts you off. He’s smirking against your cheek. Though nothing about his demeanour is funny. You’re in trouble. That’s all you know.

“You broke the rules. And you lied to me-“

“I’m sorry-“

“Sweetheart, if you interrupt me one more time, your ass is gonna be sore for a week.”

You gulp. Fuck. Ok.

“You’re not getting away with just a slap on the wrist this time. Not tonight, baby.”

He kisses your lips. Gentle and warm. And you’re more than eager to kiss him back. To make it up to him. Anything. Everything. All for him.

It’s not like the boy from outside means anything. He’s nothing compared to the man you live with. The one that sleeps down the hall from you every night. Tempting you with just the smell of his skin and the blue in his eyes.

Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in close.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against his mouth between kisses. Muffled and faded into the moans that can’t seem to stay put.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, sweetheart.”

You tug on his hair. Hoping he’ll just let you give him your body as a form of repentance. But it won’t be enough. He needs to punish you himself. To show you some real discipline.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask finally, pulling away for a moment. Just for show really. Giving your most innocent doe eyed act in hopes of even a smidge of pity from the officer.

He doesn’t buy it for a second.

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You know by the look on his face that you’re in for a night. A week. Maybe longer.

You realize quickly that it isn’t a matter of what he was going to do to you. It was a matter of what he would refuse to do to you. No matter how hard you begged.

And judging by the arousal already seeping through your panties, he’d have you begging on your knees in no time.

—

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[sluttyhusband]

I’m Drunk In You

Dad’s Best Friend!Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Chubby!Male Reader

Title based off TWICE’s “Alcohol Free”

Requested by the gorgeous, wonderful @buckyshusband0 once again: “Dad's best friend!ATJ x Male Reader. Seeing reader grow up from a small child to a grown young man was something his dad was proud of. y/n just graduated from college and was now visiting his father at his small modern house with luggage because they were going to go on a small vacation. One thing y/n doesn't know... his father's best friend, his childhood crush, Aaron. Aaron was someone who y/n had a crush on growing up, but he knew it was wrong.. he knew it was forbidden. When y/n sees Aaron for the first time in years, Aaron is taken aback by the beauty of the boy he basically helped raise. That small child was now a young man. (You can decide how the scene goes on from there.) 3 days later, they are all at the beach and y/n is wearing such a tight lingerie in public, making Aaron want him more than anything. (Maybe y/n notices how Aaron stares at him..) Now a few days later, they're all staying in a hotel room. y/n's father speaks up and tells him he's going to get a drink from the bar and invited Aaron, but he softly declines. Now it was just them two in the room. Aaron speaks up about how he notices how y/n looks at him and slowly gets up and puts his finger under his chin. (Smut scene.) After sex, Aaron kisses y/n for the last time before whispering to keep this forbidden action a secret... Kinks: edging, armpit play 🤭, praising, body worship, marking (hickeys)”

Your dad closed the car’s trunk, grabbing the last of your bags before heading inside, “You excited for these next few months champ?”. You grabbed the last of your things from the middle seats, closing the door and walking alongside your dad. “Sure am! Finally graduated college and now ready to just… relax! Just to figure out things first.” Your dad set down your bags and closed the door behind you, “Of course! I did the same thing after college, kinda. I fooled around, but not you, you’re a good kid”, he pinched your cheek as you chuckled.

“You know you don’t have to worry about me dad”, you grabbed the bags you could and made your way upstairs, to your room, your dad following suit. “I know I don’t, you’ve always been an angel. I’m not even sure you’re even my son”, you both laughed as you two set your bags onto your bed.

You both let out a sigh of relief, you began to unpack, putting things into your drawers and closet. Your dad’s phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket and looked at it, he smiled and looked to you, “Hey, you remember Aaron?”, you turned to him, “Aaron Taylor-Johnson?”, he nodded. “He’s coming to stay over for a bit”, you continued to put your things away, “For how long?”. Your father stayed quiet for a bit, then answered, “He says for a few months. You okay with that?” You set down your empty bag so you can sit on your bed, “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Haven’t seen him since I graduated highschool, it’ll be nice to catch up.”

Your dad left you and you immediately started giggling like you were back in middle school. You’ve had a crush on him ever since you’ve discovered what a crush even was. In fact, he was the reason you realized that you’re gay. So you couldn’t wait to see him and see if he was still as handsome as you remembered he was.

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Your dad and you spent the next few days preparing for Aaron’s arrival, your dad told you he’d be staying in the room next to yours.

When he arrived, you couldn’t believe your eyes at what you saw. Your bedroom’s window faces the street, giving you a view of the car that pulled into the driveway, and out stepped a man that you couldn’t believe was Aaron. He was so much more manly, he was wearing a shirt that hugged his body, accentuating his pecs and abs. It was as if he was just muscles all over, his arms were huge and had amazing biceps.

God… you imagined what those arms could do to you. You moved to head out, then you looked down and… you were sporting a boner. “Goddamnit!”, you decided to sit down on your and let it go away before heading down outside.

You stepped out and you immediately caught Aaron’s eye. “Y/N!? Is that you?”, he ran towards you and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received. It was so familiar, and you possibly breathed in how he smelled.

And possibly so did Aaron.

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All three of you spent the entire day catching up. Learning about what’s happened in all of your life’s in just the past four years. And you and Aaron sneaking glances at each other when neither of you were paying attention.

That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron. You had a wet dream about him, the last night that happened was in highschool. It was a pool party and you couldn’t stop thinking about him in those swim shorts. They hugged every part of his lower half so well. You woke up with morning wood, as well as cumstains in your underwear.

The same thing happened again, you woke up and moaned as you stretched. You then touched your boner and felt the dried cum on your underwear. You just shrugged it off and changed into your regular clothes and brushed your teeth.

You made your way downstairs and was met with Aaron bumping into you, you just stumbled back and looked up at him. “Morning”, he said while looking down at you. “Good morning”, you said, rubbing your eyes. ‘Eye boogers, that’s really attractive’, you thought as Aaron kept looking at you with a smile.

“I made some pancakes”, he pointed to a plate filled with pancakes on the counter. “Some plain, some with chocolate chips, and some with blueberries. Didn’t know what you liked so I just made a few of each”, you smiled at Aaron’s kind gesture.

“You made breakfast for me?”, you smile gently. “Of course. Kinda figured you’d need it since you didn’t have much for dinner last night”, you smiled, “Thank you”, he waved a hand. “Of course”, he grabbed his jacket that was draped over the couch, “I’ll be at the gym. If your father asks for me, tell him I’ll be back probably when the sun goes down.”

‘Geez, no wonder he’s in incredible shape’ you thought. With that, Aaron left and you sat there eating one of each of the pancakes he made. After you were done, you decided to do the dishes. And after the dishes you decided that you’d might as well clean the whole house. Your dad was gone fishing, as he does most weekends, Aaron’s out so you thought it was a good chance.

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You had finished cleaning the entire house, by the time you were finished the sun had begun to set. You were resting in your room with your window open and curtains closed, the sounds of outside calming you and the orange sun rays inside your room made for the perfect resting time.

You napped and woke up from time to time to use the bathroom. This time you had woken up because your phone rang, it was your dad. You picked up, a little nervous, “Dad?”, you asked. “Hey kiddo! Listen I’m on my way home but I’m leaving right after because an emergency meeting just came up at work. So I’ll be in and out”, you let out a sigh of relief. “Ok dad. How long will you be gone?”

“Don’t know, maybe a few days, maybe even more. Tell Aaron that I’ll be out”

“Alright dad. Drive safe and hopefully that meeting goes well.”

“Alright then, bye”, your dad hung up and left you to once again go back to sleep.

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This time you were awoken by two things, a strong cold breeze, and your door opening quite roughly. You jumped at your doors opening and were ready to defend yourself. “Damn”, you heard a voice call out. You sighed in relief as you saw that it was just Aaron. “Holy fuck you scared me”, you said as you got up and closed your window.

“Sorry, I was just wondering where everyone was”, Aaron gave you an apologetic smile. “Oh, well I was just resting since I cleaned the whole house. My dad left to go to an emergency meeting at work”, you sat down on your bed.

“Oh alright”, Aaron stepped into your room. “You mind if I sit down?”, you moved over and made space for the man. “I’m sorta beat myself”, Aaron laid down in your bed.

“Why’s that? Gym wore you out?”, Aaron just scoffed. “Was hoping it did, instead a bunch of the equipment wasn’t working. Only was able to do chest and lift weights”, you stared at Aaron's drenched shirt. “Seems like you worked out a lot though, your shirt’s drenched in sweat”

Aaron sighed, looking at you, “Yeah, which reminds me that I need to shower, dumb gym showers were broken”, Aaron sat up and walked to the door. “See ya tomorrow”, Aaron stepped out and then poked his head back in, “Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow? Weather calls for a lovely beach day”, you nodded. And then fell back asleep.

Both of you excited to see each other shirtless.

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You went upstairs and packed your bag for the beach, you grabbed your swimsuit and put it on, putting back your shirt and shorts over it, figuring you’d just take them off when you’d get to the beach.

Aaron was in his room and packed his bag as well, “You ready M/N?”, he called out, “Yes!” Aaron grabbed his bag and headed downstairs, you followed behind him.

When you got in Aaron’s car you tried your best to not stare at him. He had on his swim shorts and had an opened button up shirt. His amazing body was on display and it didn’t help that the windows were rolled down as the wind blew open his shirt.

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You two arrived at the beach, it was mildly crowded but nothing terrible. You and Aaron found a spot and Aaron laid down a towel for both himself and you. You set up the umbrella as Aaron took off the shirt and applied sunscreen.

You took off your shirt and shorts, revealing probably the most tightest and revealing one piece swimsuit ever. And began to apply the sunscreen you brought. “Hey M/N?”, you looked over to Aaron and he was holding the sunscreen in his hands with his back to you, “Can you get my back?”, Aaron stood as you began to apply sunscreen to his back.

“You need any help?”, Aaron asked, as he applied sunscreen to his arms. Aaron turned around and felt his breath falter when he saw you. He coughed once he was finished, “All right, well I’m going to go for a bit of a swim. Care to join me?”

You shook your head no, “Think I’ll just lay here for a while.” “Suit yourself”, Aaron jogged towards the ocean, going out far but not far enough where he couldn’t see you.

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It was an hour that Aaron was spending in the water, and you laying down in the sun.

You had your eyes closed, enjoying the day when you heard a ball thud next to you. A guy about your age came up to you. “Oh sorry”, he said, “It’s fine”, you smiled and got up. Grabbing the ball and heading towards him.

You tossed the ball towards him, “No problem”, you said, not noticing that underneath his sunglasses his eyes roamed your body. “Seems like you’re enjoying your day, really sorry I disturbed you.” You waved a hand, and you noticed that his skin was just a bit red.

“You put on any sunscreen?”, he shook his head. “We ran out. Came here with a couple of friends”, you gestured towards your bag underneath the umbrella. “I have some extra. I don’t mind giving you some.” He perked up, “You really don’t have to. Really!”

You shook your head and walked towards the back, the guy waved his friends over. “Could my friends get some too?”, you got the sunscreen from your bag. “Sure! I have enough, I think.” You turned around and saw more bush show up, you blush at the way they smiled at you.

“Uh- I’m Jake by the way!”, the guy who you first talked to said. He pointed to the guy on his right, “He’s DeMarcus”, DeMarcus waved. He pointed to the guy on his left, “He’s Jaxon”, Jaxon flashed a smile.

Aaron was swimming around, loving the water. He went underneath for a bit then stuck his head out. He noticed the guys talking to you, seeing how they made you laugh. He scoffed, slowly swimming closer. He began to swim faster as you began to apply sunscreen to one the guy’s back. He could’ve sworn that they had boners, there’s no way that swim shorts tent up like that by itself.

Well, on some degree he could understand. In took every fiber in Aaron’s being to not just pin you down and fuck you in that swimsuit once he saw it on you. Gave him a raging boner.

“Thanks for this”, Jake said, giving his friends a knowing while they rolled their eyes. “No problem!”, DeMarcus leaned in close to Jake, “Dude. Let us have a chance will you?”, Jake just stuck out his tongue.

Aaron got out of the water, damn, why’d you both have to agree on being so far? He made his way close to this little group. You were applying sunscreen to DeMarcus’ back. Him not so subtly flexing as he asks you for help with his arms.

You giggled, “You seem really strong”, you finished applying the sunscreen. “Yeah I work out a lot”, he said, turning back to you. He began to pop his pecs. You felt your face heat up, “You like that?”, he asked.

Before you could answer, Aaron came up to you and grabbed a towel that was on your shoulder and used it to dry off. You glanced at him, “Have fun?”, he towered behind you, staring down at the guys. “Sure did, though it would’ve been better if you joined”, you were about to apply sunscreen to Jaxon but Aaron snatched the bottle away from you.

He handed it to Jaxon, “Keep it.”, it came out more as a demand rather than a suggestion. “Uh yes sir”, Jaxon said, stuttering as DeMarcus picked up the ball. “M/N”, Aaron said, with a smile on his face, “Join me this time?”

You smiled and saw him smiling back at you. You blushed and looked back to the guys, “Well, if you’re from around here then I guess I’ll see ya”, you waved as you made your way towards the water. “As if”, Aaron said.

Aaron turned back to the guys, “So”, he turned to DeMarcus, “You think you go the gym as often as me?”, DeMarcus gulped. “And you”, Jason’s face went red as he saw the way Aaron stared him down. “You like getting felt up by my boy?”, Jason stepped back as Aaron stalked towards him. “I-I-I”, Aaron just stepped closer. “I didn’t know! I swear! I swear if I knew he was in a relationship, and especially with someone like you, we wouldn’t have made a move!”, Aaron just scoffed.

Aaron turned to Jaxon, “You’re off the hook because you barely got an experience”, Aaron just gave them an icy cold look. “Now go back, don’t come near M/N again. Got it?”, they all nodded their heads in understanding as they hurried their way back to where they were playing with the ball.

Aaron just sighed as he turned to the water, not seeing you and began to worry. But you then resurfaced and you waved to him. He smiled like a fool and made his way back to the water. He dived in and began to swim towards you.

You two swam with each other, sometimes racing, sometimes just letting yourselves float on the surface, splashing water at each other.

It was like this for a couple of hours. Before the two of you decided that it was time to head home.

You dried yourselves off, packed up everything and shook off sand off things. You placed towels in your seats, Aaron started the car and began to drive away, the sun setting, and you slowly fell asleep as Aaron drove.

He turned to you and smiled, ‘So handsome’, he smiled. And then he took a look at the rest of your body, the swimsuit hugging you in all the right places, ‘Fucking shit’, he thought as felt himself get hard again.

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When you two arrived home, it was dark, Aaron shook you awake. “We’re here”, he said softly, you stretched and got out. You grabbed your things and headed towards the front door with Aaron next to you. “I had a great time Aaron”, you said smiling up at him. Aaron couldn’t help but envision you saying those words after a date. You’d probably be cuter than you are now, and he’d kiss you after he’d walked you to the door.

He shook those heads away. “I did too”, he smiled back, you unlocked the door and Aaron headed to the garage as he dropped off some of the beach stuff. He walked back in with his bag in his hands. Going through it to make sure he had everything.

He looked up and saw you walking up the stairs, and he had an amazing view of your ass. The swimsuit looked like it was a thong now and Aaron could’ve sworn he could cum right then and there. “Fuck”, he said under his breath. “I’m gonna shower then I’m going to bed”, Aaron stood there before snapping back to reality. “A-alright! I’ll see you in the morning then. Night!” “Night!”, you called back, Aaron looked down. He was sporting a major boner, he groaned as he headed towards his room.

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You awoke to a beautiful sunrise. You stretched and readied yourself for the day. From your bathroom window you saw Aaron outside, doing some yard work. You saw how his arms fixed as he picked up big bags of dirt for the garden, and you noticed his ass whenever he bent over. “Not bad”, you said as you began to brush your teeth. Aaron now headed into the shed.

You went downstairs to find a plate of breakfast in your spot at the table. Aaron must’ve made it, you happily ate it as you scrolled through your phone. Once you were done you washed your plate and utensils and joined Aaron outside.

“Hey”, you called out. Aaron peaked his head around the corner. “Oh M/N! Morning!”, he smiled as he dig some dirt. “What made you decide to work on this?”, Aaron wiped sweat from his forehead, “Your father talked to me that he wasn’t able to tend to the garden as good as you do, so figured I can do what I’m able to”

“I can help”, you said, “No really. Let me do this for you?”, Aaron smiled. “Alright”, you gave him a small smile. “I should be done in a few hours”, Aaron looked to the patio. “How do you feel about burgers later?” You thought for a second, “Sure, I’ll have to go into town for the things though”, Aaron stood up, “All right. I’ll work on the garden and make it as pretty as you and you prepare the stuff for later.”

You nodded as you felt get warm at the garden comment, walking back into the house, grabbing your keys and going to your car. You get in and start it, driving off into town.

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You return when the sun is beaming hot. Taking the things from the trunk of your car and heading towards the door. Walking in and setting the things on the kitchen island.

You walk out into the back to see the garden come back to its beauty that you’ve had before. You gasp, walking out and seeing Aaron planting more flowers. “Aaron”, you said, he turned around and smiled proudly. “What do you think?”, you stare at him and go over and hug him, not caring that he’s absolutely drenched in sweat.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful, almost exactly like what I had it as”, Aaron hugged you back. “But”, you pulled back, “Have you been out here since I left”, Aaron nodded. “Aaron, it's boiling hot! Get inside right now!”, you grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. He loved it when you got like this, all worried about him, you were so cute when you did.

“How about you help me with the burger stuff, the garden is practically finished, we can do finishing touches or whatever tomorrow”, Aaron sat down as you brought him a beer. You handed him tomatoes and cutting board and a knife. “Slice these.”

“Sir yes sir”, he chuckled, he smiled as he you be so attentive with the other things. Even with sometime as simple as burgers you were completely concentrated on.

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You finished preparing the last patties, “Can you fire up the grill for me?”, Aaron walked out onto the patio and fired up the grill. He was prepping it as you were inside finishing the sauces and whatnot. Aaron poked his inside, “Grill’s ready”, you grabbed the tray of patties and placed some on the grill as Aaron helped.

Aaron saw you bring out the rest of the stuff and decided to help with that as well. You gave him a small thank you, you grabbed a spatula and stood at the grill, ready to flip the patties.

Aaron stood next to you with a plate of burger buns, ready for you to place them. “You know”, Aaron said, catching you off guard. “I’ve really liked these past few days with you M/N. It’s been so long, I’ve missed you”, you smiled with a heat spreading across your face.

“I’ve missed you too Aaron, feels like it’s been years since I’ve seen you”, you grabbed a patty and placed it on a bun that Aaron held on the plate. “Being with you makes me feel at home”, you said with a smile. And Aaron swore that he could feel his heart melt.

You put more patties onto the buns, “Alright, think this is enough for us”, Aaron agrees as he began to prep his burger to his liking. You followed suit, once you were finished you sat in one of the lawn chairs next to Aaron.

Feeling bold, you spoke up, “I like being with you Aaron”, you turned to him. “I like being with you too M/N”, he smiled as he wiped sauce off the side of his lips.

You smiled, as you continued to eat your burger. Both of you enjoying the nice day.

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Aaron was packing his suitcase and was putting it in the trunk, noticing that you came out with your bags too, he ran over and grabbed them from you, his arms flexing in that tight shirt he was wearing, “Thank you Aaron”, you said, “No problem M/N”, he placed your bags alongside his and opened the door for you.

Once everything was accounted for, you two began to drive off, “So does this means your dad’s meeting is over or something?”, Aaron asked looking at you. “I don’t know, he didn’t say on the phone, I’ll ask when he get there.”

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You two had arrived when it was noon, your father waiting in the lobby, “M/N! Aaron!”, your dad came over to hug the both of you, “Hey dad”, you smiled as you hugged him back. After doing a bit of catching up, your dad went up to the front desk and ask for room keys, “This is great! You two are right next to each other”, your dad smiled as he handed you your room keys. “Now we’re not all on the same floor, you two are three floors above me. But that doesn’t really matter.”

Your dad then went to the elevator, the bell boy following, “I don’t think there’s enough room for all of us”, he said. “Doesn’t matter, we can take another one”, Aaron said as he put an arm around you and walked to another elevator, and pushed the up button, waiting for it to come down.

You had arrived on your floor and you opened your room and it was huge, the bed was huge, the bathroom was huge, the window was huge, it was all huge. You sat on the bed, you told the bell boy to leave the bags in a corner. You had gotten up and took what you brought and put it on, your regular clothes going above it.

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It had been a few hours, your dad, Aaron, and you all talking, you asked your dad if he’d be back home soon, and he said no, these hotel rooms were just a commodity because they’d be going to the next town over, and that they had to be out of hotel rooms by the end of the week. But it didn’t matter to him.

The sun began to go down.”Hey Aaron”, your dad said, “They have a bar downstairs, wanna join me for a couple of drinks?” “Sorry pal, not tonight, maybe some other time”, you spoke up, “Don’t make a fool of yourself dad, you know how you are”, he waved a hand at you. “Don’t have to tell me twice, I already made a fool of myself the first night here.” Your dad got up and walked out, “Well, have a nice evening you two.”

When the door closed, Aaron spoke up “M/N? Can we talk?”, you nodded, making room for him on the bed.

Aaron sat down, “Hey”, he said. “Hey”, you said back, a small laugh came from the older man. “M/N, I really meant it yesterday when I said I’ve been enjoying my time with you. And that I like being with you. And…”, he took a deep breath, “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.” He was scooting closer to you. “And, I’ve seen the way you look at me”, Aaron grabbed your chin, angling your head to look him directly in the eyes.

“Aaron”, you voice was shaking, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Aaron placed a hand on your thigh, “What do you think I’m saying?”, he leaned in closer, “Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, please”, you didn’t say anything.

Instead you let Aaron kiss you. You couldn’t believe it, Aaron Taylor Johnson, your crush for years, your dad’s best friend, was kissing you! You let him take over the kiss, his hands shakily coming up to grab your face and you held them. You could feel yourself completely melt at the way he kissed you.

Aaron pulled back, a huge small was spread across his face, “Was that ok?” You nodded, licking your lips and smiling, “It was more than ok”, Aaron stared at you, “Then you won’t mind if I do it again?” Before you could respond, Aaron began kissing you again, his tongue entering your mouth, a moan coming from you.

You felt Aaron’s hands roam around your body, then, Aaron grabbed you and place you on top of him and he began kissing you once more. His hands were on your back, but they soon began to roam lower, soon finding your plump supple ass. One hand was grabbing at your ass while the other was cradling your head, Aaron grinder onto you, drawing a moan from you. He pulled back, “Please”, he said, “Please can we have sex? I can’t take another minute of pleasuring myself thinking of you.”

You were taken aback, he wanted you this badly? “You’ve thought about me?”, he nodded. “I’ve thought about you too”, he just smirked and grabbed your hips and grinded into you again. “So then please, let me make you feel good baby”, you looked down at him. “Alright”, you said, taking off your shirt, you leaned down to kiss him again. This time his hand went inside your shorts, and he expected to feel something, like boxers or something like that, instead he just felt flesh. His hand squeezed your ass, then found a string.

He pulled back from the kiss, looking down at your ass, both hands going underneath your shorts and pulling at a string. Aaron looked at you with a smile, “M/N L/N, are you wearing a thong? A g-string thong?”, you felt your face heat up and nodded. He got a look in his eyes, “Take these shorts off. Now.”

You rolled over next to him and stared into his eyes as he stared into yours as you removed the shorts. He immediately followed suit and tore off his clothes, his shirt and pants on the floor, leaving him in his underwear. “C’mon”, you whined, “Take them off.” Aaron smiled, “I will, under one condition”, he sat up and raised his arms and began to flex. “Kiss my muscles”, you just laughed and sat in his lap. You leaned over to kiss his biceps, he flexed his arms as you did so, smiling down at you.

You moved over and kissed his other one, licking it and softly biting down on it. Aaron bucked his hips slightly, his hard cock poking you. You looked up at him and kissed him. He smiled down at you, “I’m assuming you want your body done too?”, he nodded. You started at his happy trail, kissing your way up to his eight pack, “An eight pack? Jesus…”, Aaron chuckled. You kiss and licked each individual one.

You got to his chest and kissed him all over, licking his nipple and flicking at it with your tongue, a slight moan coming from him. As you suck in his nipple, your nose sits nicely near his pit. And you breathe in, “Hey, when was the last time you showered”, Aaron’s eyes go wide. “Oh shit!”, Aaron jumped up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand, “I never said I didn’t like it”, you said, biting your lip.

Aaron just looked at you and chuckled lightly. “But!”, you said, “Have you washed your ass?”, Aaron made a face. “Of course I have. I just sometimes forget my armpits”, he paused, “And my crotch.” You smiled and dragged him back down, taking off his underwear, “It’s obvious I’m gonna be the bottom of this relationship, and you don’t like a dirty ass right?”, Aaron shook his head. “Well I don’t like dirty ass either. Besides, I have dreamt of eating you out before.”

Aaron kissed you, his hard cock rubbing against your barely clothed one. “Trust me, this ass is clean”, he kissed down your neck, then stood up and raised his arm and took a sniff. “So, you really like how it smells now?”, you nod as you bite your lip. “Oh baby are we gonna have some fun”, he smiled as he laid back down, arms raised.

“Take all the time you need baby, gonna give you a big prize once you're done”, you smiled as you sat in Aaron’s lap, his cock resting on your ass as you dove your nose into his lightly haired armpits. A moan escaping your mouth as you inhaled his scent. “So really”, you said, “How long has it been you’ve cleaned them?”, Aaron thought for a second while you began to lick his armpit. “It was the day we went to the beach, so really not that long,” you grinded your hard cock onto his stomach, a moan leaving your mouth.

You moved onto his other armpit, this time Aaron placed a hand on the back of your head, shoving you deeper into it. “Sniff it boy”, he said as you were taking in deep breaths of his smell. Aaron pulled your head back, your face was shiny in the sweat that drenched his armpit. Aaron brought you into a kiss, tasting the salty sweat on your tongue and he moaned. “So fucking good”, he said, bringing your head back to the pit. You began to lick at it.

Aaron stuck a finger in his mouth as he began to toy with your hole, putting the thong string aside. A moan escaped your mouth as you finished licking his pit. You sat up and breathed heavily, “Now you smell like me”, he said, “Make sure that everyone knows your mine”, he said as he brought you in for a kiss.

Aaron sat you on his lap, “Like those boys at the beach”, Aaron said coldly. You looked at him, “Are you jealous?”, Aaron gave you a look. “Oh my god you are jealous”, you began to laugh as Aaron wrapped his hand around your cock, cutting off your laughter and being replaced with a moan. “Oh Aaron”, you moaned, an arm wrapped around his him as you kissed him. He kisses back, jerking you slowly and softly.

He took the precum from his own cock and yours and used it to jerk you slowly, the thong’s pouch now laying at the base of your cock. Aaron jerked your cock quickly, moans escaping you, wet slick sounds filling the room as well. “You’re so pretty like this baby”, Aaron said as you began to whine. “M’gonna cum Aaron”, you said, Aaron kissed you. “Yeah baby? You gonna cum for me?”, you nodded as you looked at him with glassy eyes.

Aaron then suddenly removed his hand, leaving you to cry out as he stretched. “Aaron”, you whined, “Aaron I was about to cum”, Aaron looked at you and kissed your cheek. “I know. That’s what you get for laughing earlier”, you let out a sound. “Aaron please I’m sorry.” Aaron looked at you.

He once again wrapped his hand around your cock, beginning to stroke it slowly, a pleasured moan escaping your mouth. Aaron sunk his head down to your neck, softly kissing and leaving bite marks and hickeys all around. “Aaron”, you said breathily, he but down on your shoulder as he let go once again.

You cried out, Aaron ignored this, simply kissing your cheek. “Face down, ass up”, he said into your ear. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine, you obliged. As you positioned yourself, Aaron stood up and grabbed a packet of lube from his pants pocket. Your cock was hard dripping onto the bed below.

Aaron moaned at the site. “Such a pretty pussy”, he said as he moved the thing aside. You moaned as he called your hole a pussy. Aaron ripped open the lube packet and poured it on his 9 inch dick. He spat out onto your hole, before kneeling down slightly as he licked a stripe across your hole, drawing a broken moan from you.

He then began to tongue fuck you, his tongue going deep inside you. “Fuck Aaron”, you cried out. He smacked your ass, drawing another moan from you. Aaron pulled away from your delectable ass, licking his lips as he breathed heavily. He now opted for his fingers once again.

“Gonna make sure that you can fit all of me inside, sweetheart”, he said in a low voice. You whined as he did so, his other hand gently pulled on your hard leaking cock, causing you to cry out. “When can I cum?”, you asked with tears in your eyes. “You’ll know exactly when sweetheart. But for now…”, Aaron put you in your back, his hands on the bed right next to your head. “Gonna fuck you till I fill you up.”

Aaron slid in the tip, moans escaping from both your mouths. You breathed heavily, your cock twitching, “Remember”, he said as he slid in slowly, “No cumming.” Aaron leaned down to kiss you. Your moans slipping into his mouth. One hand slipping down as he began to play with your nipple. A loud whine coming from you.

“So pretty like this baby”, he said, staring down at you. Your face felt hot, your chest was rising and falling, your eyes were filled with tears of indescribable amounts of pleasure. “Please”, you said weakly, “Please what M/N?” You breathed in heavily, a moan was heard as the tip of cock grazed your prostate. “Make love to me”, you said. It sounded so desperate, so genuine. Aaron couldn’t deny you that feeling.

“Of course baby”, he said. He removed his dick from inside, causing you to whine at the emptiness, he shushed you gently, placing you on the bed like he was putting you to sleep. He grabbed the pillows and put one underneath your head and a few around you. “Only the best for you M/N”, he said as he kissed you softly, his cock once again entering your hole.

This time, Aaron was able to thrust fully, both you moaning into each other’s mouths as Aaron began to gain speed. With each thrust, Aaron’s kissing got sloppier, an indication of his nearing orgasm. “My pretty M/N”, he said as his tip would hit your prostate. “You’re taking me so good love, you’re absolutely insatiable.”

Aaron kissed you one last time, a broken moan left his mouth as he came inside you. His legs were shaking. He pulled out and was breathing heaving breaths. “I just knew that you’d have a hole to die for”, he laughed. You laughed back, admiring the sweat glistening on his body.

Aaron looked down, your own cock never got its release that it craved. Aaron made a sound, grabbing your cock and pulling on it gently. “Remember when I said that you’ll know when to cum?”, you nodded as you shivered at Aaron’s gentle touch. “I hope you still know”, he said.

In a flash, Aaron took your cock into his mouth, his nose all the way in your pubes. Your body squirmed as your mouth opened in pleasure, just an ‘O’ shape, no sound escaping. Except for tiny gasps each time your cock would hit the back of Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron pulled back, licking your shaft and sucking Your balls, “Hold in out for me baby? Know it’ll be worth it”, you just nodded as you reached down and grabbed his hair. Pulling him back onto your cock, holding him in place as you began to buck your hips into his mouth, your balls slapping his chin.

You were like a man on a mission, choking sounds coming from Aaron, “Fuck. So fucking good”, you said. Aaron’s hands roamed your body, gliding over your skin before he began to play with your nipples. Aaron decided that one hand would play with your nipples. And the other would play with your hole.

It seemed to be the last straw for you, you stopped bucking your hips into Aaron’s mouth, you let go of his hair. You were cumming, cumming a lot and hard. You practically screamed as you came. Aaron moaned as he let some cum go down his throat. But he also pulled back and let you paint his face. He laid there for a second, breathing heavily.

“M/N, baby…”, he said, licking his lips. He crawled up next to you. “Fucking incredible”, he said, as you began to lick your cum off his face. Aaron grabbed your chin and kissed you, the two of you shared your cum.

Aaron got up and stretched, heading into the bathroom and you heard the sink running. He walked back in with a towel. He stopped by the mini fridge for two water bottles. He tossed you one as he drank from the other one. You drank yours and set it on the nightstand next to you.

Aaron got back to bed and began to wipe away any stray cum that came from either of you. He wiped your mouth, stomach, and cock. Aaron lifted your leg and placed your foot on his shoulder, he kissed your calf as he looked at you with a soft smile, cleaning his own cum from your hole. He walked back into the bathroom, setting down the towel, and once again he came back to bed.

He laid next to you, wrapping an arm around you. You looked to him, he leaned down to kiss you, “I love you M/N”, he said. You felt your heart burst with joy, “I love you too Aaron.” Aaron smiled as he got the sheets untucked and covered you both. “M/N, your dad can’t ever know we did this. He’ll kill me”, you looked at Aaron.

“I know”, you sighed. You kissed his cheek, “But”, you paused, “What are we now?”, Aaron looked at you and smiled. “I was hoping you’d be my boyfriend”, your heart fluttered. “Of course”, you laid a hand across Aaron’s chest as he pulled you in tighter, chuckling as he grabbed your leg and placed it over his two. Aaron reached over and turned off the lamp. The room is now in darkness.

Aaron spoke,,“M’always gonna try my best to make you happy M/N. Gonna love you as best I can”, you sighed happily. “All you gotta do is be with me Aaron, I’m happy whenever you’re around.” Aaron smiled like a fool.

“Goodnight M/N”

“Goodnight Aaron”

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