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A little devil’s lettuce

Sarge 2nd Gen, Summer 1983

Elvis Presley fanfiction

Summary: In the hustle and bustle of the day before Jesse’s wedding to Donna, Elaine finds time for a little bonding with her eldest boy and then her husband

Warnings: Fluffffyyy Mcfluffy! but really this is just goey soft, warnings being diaper changes, some heavy/smutty flirting between Elvis and Elaine, the sneaky use of marijuana by Jesse and Elaine, stoned silliness talking about mermaid holes and “little scarves” and making a baby at 42

Graceland is abuzz with wedding preparations, every flat surface seems cluttered with tulle or flowers or programs, and every table not full of that sorta rubbish is supporting refreshments for the out of town friends and family swarming the place.

Only Elaine Presley would think entertaining people for a week ahead of a wedding was an easy thing to do.

Despite it being preparations for his own wedding, Jesse finds himself mildly overwhelmed by the sheer abundance surrounding him. Abundance of noise and people and flowers and shit lying about. He made one attempt to squirrel away upstairs in his old room and was summarily dragged away from that attempt by Marie who wanted to take pictures of him and Donna. Then take pictures of him and Jack, citing what a rarity it was to have the whole of them together. Jack had a ugly black eye on him, he cites a bar fight in california but oddly, no story of victory is forthcoming so Jesse assumes he got licked and made no further inquiries.

Donna is now preoccupied with Ella and with Tracey Cooke, laughing and squabbling over choosing boutonniere combinations like it really matters how much baby’s breath gets pinned to a fella’s chest. With Daddy, all large belt and white pants and glowing tan presiding over the floral squabble, Jesse has little doubt that Donna will win by choosing whatever he decides would suit her cheeks best.

Thicker than thieves those two already.

Jesse sees his chance and he ducks out of the living room and books it through the kitchen, receiving a taste test of some icing from Mary as he goes, and finally lets himself out the back door.

He slumps to a seat on the garage steps, and knowing time is precious, he lights up the blunt he stashed in his pocket for times like these. A harmless little pastime he’d probably get decapitated by Daddy for if he found out, but it does the trick and it don’t hurt anyone while he’s homebound and off the road.

A few minutes later the door cracks open behind him and Jesse goes to smash the blunt beneath his boot until in an air conditioned gust he sees it’s just his mama. Elaine smells the stink of grass and makes a little sympathetic noise before closing the door behind her and sitting down next to him.

“But Mama -your shorts!” Jesse protests, her pale blue linen getting soiled by the steps.

“Eh, it’ll brush off.” she grins and bumps his shoulder in that way he knows she’s about to conduct a check up on him. Sure enough after watching him take a few puffs she asks sweetly, “You alright, Butnin?”

He grins at the nickname and his laugh is a cloud of green tinged smoke, “Yeah mama, just tired, took awhile to get to sleep last night.

“What kept ya up?” Elaine asks, knowing with the wedding there might be all sorts of nerves to account for. But Jesse has never exhibited even the slightest hint of unsurety about marrying Donna. He’s had to wait four years and now he’s finally getting what he wants and there’s never been a more lackadaisical groom about his hitching himself to the old ball and chain. Elaine reaches out and ruffles his long hair anyway and smiles at the way there’s a sheen of reddish chocolate amongst the black locks when she tousles them just so.

He hands her the blunt and to be perfectly frank, Elaine has been feeling that old craving for champagne to dilute all the craziness and so she draws on it, letting the smoke burn her lungs and rush to her head.

Jesse’s been puffing for a good bit by now and feeling uninhibited in a way he’d never be even two puffs in -which is sorta the point of the smoke anyway- but it serves to loosen his tongue until he answers her without prevarication, “Mermaid holes.”

It’s true, it’s kept him up. Probably brought on by a chat with Jack and furthered by Jesse’s confusion over his brother’s lack of dating since the Great Gardener Debacle. He knows the kid isn’t embarrassed, not as much as the rest of them, so it serves to reason he’s got a dolphin harem to keep him occupied or else…mermaids. But then, how do mermaids…work?

Elaine glances at the blunt she’s already puffed on and wonders at its strength, wonders if a little relaxation is gonna turn her into seeing pink elephants or talking like an idiot.

“Mermaid holes?” she repeats, the subject suddenly a little more intriguing that it was before her last puff. Her head feels light and her aching toes are a removed sensation and suddenly everything seems quite fascinating, even the beetle crawling up Jesse’s jeans and the curiosity of mermaid anatomy.

This stuff is way better than champagne, she thinks.

“Yeah mama, where do they go?” Jesse insists with his cherubic face puckered up in grave contemplation.

She stares at him concerned while taking another hit before passing it back. “Where normal holes go?” she mutters but even to herself it’s a flimsy speculation.

“Maybe they grow legs n’shit.” Jesse decides. “Like when ya pull ‘em outta the water, maybe they grow legs.”

“Ah that makes sense.” Elaine nods, her face puckered too, and if anyone caught them at this moment it would be like finding carnival twins, so mirrored are they in expression and carriage. “Or maybe it’s higher up!” she suggests eagerly, “Like a belly button.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Or- maybe the scales pull back.” Elaine warms to the theory.

“Ooh,” Jesse draws his exclamation out with admiration for his mama’s sharp mind, “like daddy’s scarf, or some shit.”

“Yes!” Elaine gushes, entirely baked alongside him and utterly unrestrained, “they’ve got shiny little scarfs to keep them safe! Keep out the sand and salt, keep them safe from being aggravated and chafed.”

“Oh lord, mama,” Jesse laughs suddenly, “do you ‘member that time daddy got sand in his scarf? At the beach?”

They both start snickering at the memory from ‘62. “Yes!” Elaine agrees, carefully running a finger below her eyes to collect the smearing mascara as her eyes fill with tears of mirth, “I do but…he caught that frisbee, didn’t he?” she giggles.”And he looked so good in those red shorts. Tiny little things.”

“Mhmm, but at what cost?” Jesse agrees and mother and son lapse into another fit of laughter, not at Elvis’ expense but in that fond way of sensible people who humor their insane beloved ones.

“And Rosalee wantin’ to cut it off so it didn’t hurt him no more!” Jesse wheezes beside her in reminiscence.

“Daisy had a k-bar from Rex, she was ready.” Elaine recalls.

“And Jack was hopin’ it was fatal.”

“He was not!” Elaine slaps Jesse’s arm lightly even as she giggles, “You all act like he was a terrible child but he wasn’t! He was sweet!”

“To you.” Jesse clutches his belly. “To the rest he was pretty fuckin’ scary for awhile there, made ‘Elvis’ shit himself sometimes.”

“Language!” Elaine reprimands without any heat, “Y’all didn’t see all the mornings that little darling would wake up and laugh his heart out with Daddy playing shark under the covers. They loved each other…at times.”

“Hmm, Mhmm, i’guess.” Jesse concedes, “Jack’s a lot more tolerable now he’s got his own thing going.” he adds.

“Yes, always good to establish yourself, especially with someone like that, so headstrong both of them.” she murmurs with a sigh, “No house was built for two Elvises.” and she starts snickering again at that thought or whatever scenario it inspired inside her head.

“Maybe he’s chilled out ‘cause of the mermaid harem.” Jesse suggests because Jack is still Jack and having his shit straight ain’t in his wheelhouse. Not all of it, at least. Something’s gotta be up, Jesse can feel it, clear as the kid’s black eye.

“Those dimples would make any mermaid grow legs.” Elaine giggles.

“No mama, it’s a scarf, we decided it’s a shiny scarf.” Jesse reminds, nearly falling off the stair that he’s seated on from his wooziness.

“Yes a little scarf.” Elaine recalls as the door behind them opens and Jesse’s soon to be wife, Donna, steps out and observes them and the skunk grass fumes wafting around them.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me -Ms. Elaine!” Donna gasps in glee at this little rebellion in her otherwise entirely circumspect mother in law.

Elaine spins round with the blunt still between her painted lips and pulls it out in a gust of smoke, a wavering grin on her face. Donna’s not sure she’s ever seen her look so young, though she gets that way around Jesse, like he takes her back to her early mothering days.

“Don’t tell daddy!” Elaine vacillates between a beg and a threat but her smile grows and Donna wonders how the stoned lady intends to keep this a secret but she makes a motion of zipping her mouth anyway.

“Won’t hear it from me!” she swears, “But Elvis is asking for you, he’s halfway through a diaper change and can’t find any wipes. He swears you’ve got the disposable kind somewhere. Johnny tried to find them but he’s given up, too.”

“Oh lord, little Desi uses them to ‘remove her makeup’ so- who knows where they might be.” Elaine refers to her eldest grandchild, Ella’s little girl who likes to mimic her grandmother in all ways. Elaine stands up with a wobble that is steadied by Jesse’s shoulder and Donna’s waiting hands. “Wait, who’s getting their diaper changed?” She asks, suddenly confused by the request, “Did Danny soil himself? Thought we were past that.”

Danny is three and potty trained and as independent as he is loving, and much as Elaine is proud of her toddler’s successes, she misses having a baby, a true baby, in the house.

“It’s one of the neighbor kids, Danny’s friend-“ Donna explains, “-they brought their baby sibling along, no more than a year old I bet. The mom’s at work or something.”

“Oh, alright then.” Elaine shrugs, accustomed to strangers in the house, and she opens the door.

“You’re going in?” Donna asks in some surprise and a little alarm.

“Yes, Elvis needs me.” Elaine answers and that’s not something anyone can argue against and so Donna steps aside and makes certain her mother in law doesn’t trip over the threshold in her heeled sandals.

“Do you really give a damn about those boutonnieres?” Jesse asks his girl as soon as mama has closed the door

“Oh not really.” Donna murmurs, “They’re gonna be gorgeous either way. Elvis is seeing to that.”

“Then don’t go back inside.” Jesse suggests with a drunk grin and his blue eyes beg with such softness as he pats his lap that Donna has no choice but to plop atop his legs and stay with him in the muggy heat.

Miss Mary watched Elaine sashay through the kitchen with narrowed eyes, she’d not seen such a hip swinging gait to the lady of the house in years. A decade perhaps, not since the house used to rock with parties and before the champagne had been used like medicine.

“Lordy Miss Laney, you alright there?” she asked carefully, amusedly watching Mrs. Presley stand atip-toe and rummage in a cabinet, pushing aside spray oil and vanilla.

“Yes, grand, just needing that emergency stash.” Elaine assured over her shoulder and Mary paused in whipping the icing lest she be needed to catch a teetering boss lady. “Aha.” Elaine pulled out a package, “Of these!” she explained as she turned round, presenting the new fangled package of disposable wipes.

Stashed behind the cooking oil. Sure, why not.

Miss Mary grinned back and shrugged, “You’ve got dirt on your behind, Miss Elaine.” she pointed out and the elegant lady of the house was swatting at her plush derrière with a bashful grin as she traipsed out of the kitchen in search of Mr. Elvis, still swaying and jovial.

Entering the somewhat crowded dining room, Elaine found a group of people congregating with outstretched hands and feebly helpful concern around her Ella’s Johnny who had Rosalee standing on his shoulders, switching out a bulb as if they couldn’t afford ladders.

“ ‘Lee?” Elaine questioned it with even less reproof than usual, fully used to such bizarre occurrences and entirely baked by this point, Jesse’s weed having turned everything to middling interest and zero concern, even the picture of Rosalee a good ten or more feet in the air and swaying precariously with feet planted on Johnny’s broad shoulders.

“The bulb’s out!” Rosalee explained with a face red from straining to reach the high mansion ceiling despite her human stepstool and her inherited long limbs.

“Oh, the bulb’s out.” Elaine repeated softly, processing as she stared out the dining room windows at the bright sunshine glaring through.

“Hey Mrs P!” Johnny, tried to turn his neck to face her but Rosalee wobbled from the movement and so he went back to parade rest. “Elvis was looking for ya, needed the wipes for a diaper. I couldn’t find them anywhere, I swear Desi buries them in the potted palms or somethin-“

“Oh I’ve got some right here.” Elaine smiled and waved her package in front of his face enthusiastically.

“Oh. Great.” Johnny’s frown lines deepened in confusion at her enthusiasm. “I uh, I tried looking behind the dog food, Elvis said you keep one there.”

“This one was behind the cookin’ oil.” She whispered conspiratorially and Johnny gave his brief, aborted giggle that had made Elaine like him the instant Ella paraded him through the doors.

“Behind the cooking oil. Naturally.” He quipped and Elaine swatted him with the package causing Rosalee to shriek and beg for stability. “Hey Ella. Mama’s found some wipes!” Johnny called to his still searching wife.

“Where were they, mama?” She asked, coming into view and pushing her hair from her face, not even surprised by the bulb changing.

“Behind the cooking oil.” Elaine tapped the side of her nose and giggled while Johnny and Ella shared a bewildered look between the two of them.

“Where’s my fella?” Elaine purred, looking around the semi crowded room as if it were possible to overlook Elvis Presley. Only at Graceland, during one of Elaine’s parties and surrounded by a horde of children was it possible for Elvis to be anything but the center of attention.

“He’s in Rosalee’s room, mama.” Ella informed her, which in turn had once been Gladys' little lilac refuge. It had taken ten years for Elaine to ease Elvis into using it but eventually a long succession of single, halfway liberated teenage children ended up sleeping in it before moving out to seize life by the horns and pave their own lives and pay their own rent.

It would be quite a few years before Marie had need of it, if the sweet little girl ever even needed it, so devoutly home enjoying as she was, Graceland or Circle G, Texas or California, it all was the same to Marie so long as she was with family. Graceland would sooner be seen giving Marie Presley the boot than Marie Presley voluntarily taking leave for good.

Elaine moved her way through her crowded home with a pleasant smile on her face and a discrete hunch to her shoulders that enabled her to slip past the various conversations wishing to clutch at her, an old art of being able to get from one end of a crowded place to the next when needed by husband or child, that she had honed to perfection.

She felt dizzy and tasted a strange surge of anticipation the closer she got to the tucked away little room downstairs, it might seem silly, but she missed him. Everything had been so very busy the past few days that she had seen her own husband about as much as everyone else had, across crowded rooms or smashed together on sofas, wonderful instances that were topped off every night with a bed crowded with children and grandchildren and adopted God sons and daughters.

There had not been a moment's peace practically, and in a girlish moment of someone newly assured of affection, Elaine felt her fingertips tingle when she reached for the knob and opened the door.

He had pulled the shades and the blindes, which with the glare of the rest of the house was hardly a surprising choice, and only the lamp was turned on in a room that was now no longer Gladys’ soft lilac but now Rosalee’s light sage painted walls, copious English ivy plants spilling over the tops of wooden bookshelves lining the walls. The floor was a plush ivory carpet and Elvis sat on it with one leg tucked in and the other stretched out, his white linen shirt and pale blue slacks looking perfectly at home in Rosalee‘s habitat, blending well with the academic and whimsical atmosphere. Elaine leaned on the knob and appreciated the sight of a stranger's little baby, no more than a year old surely, laying on its back in the vee of his long legs, disposed of diaper safely out of reach, midway through a process that had been stalled by lack of wipes.

Not to be thrown by such unforeseen occurrences, Elvis had waited it out until his Tink came for him as he always expected she would, and in the meantime he was making earnest conversation with the infant about the Christmas list, even though it was currently summertime. They were weighing whether or not a chainsaw could be made to size for such little hands, Elvis’ own lean, tan and long fingers squished a doughy bicep playfully and insisted that the child was almost capable.

“Awww looooook at youuu.” Elaine cooed, leaning heavily on the door knob and clutching her chest at the sight, the raucous outside the room having disguised the sound of her opening the door to Elvis’ ear.

He looked up with a disoriented look as if having quite forgotten the world outside him and the baby’s Christmas plan until his eyes landed on Elaine in the doorway and his grin flashed, the old natural one, all cheesy teeth and lips tucked in. “You got my wipes?”

“I do.” She preened.

“Well, hand ‘em over woman, I’m bout ready to gag over here.” he beckoned, rings still glittering on his hand and Elaine didn’t doubt that one day the baby would tell stories about how Elvis Presley changed their diaper without even taking off his bling for it.

Elaine closed the door behind her and traipsed over to him on jelly legs, her heeled sandals sinking precariously into the deep shag of the carpet, she steadied herself on his shoulder and handed down the wipes.

He looked her up and down with curious amusement, as if something was amiss but he couldn’t place it, yet with diaper stench so close he didn’t spend time on it. Elvis took the wipes and began to complete his task, Elaine sank down to her knees beside him and put her chin on his shoulder, watching him work, wrapping her arms around his waist like a clingy little koala to his back.

“Who is he?” she asked her husband about the baby he was tending so naturally. It wasn’t uncommon, their house being constantly full of strangers and friends of friends and their children’s buddies. She had seen Elvis caring for a kid or two like this before, or else baths or a good hosing off or, without fail, he provided them snacks at the least suggestion of hunger or even boredom. But she didn’t know this little one and something about seeing Elvis at this task when their Danny was too grown for it -it made her sentimental and she held on a little tighter, squeezing her appreciation for the sight into his flesh.

“Kid brother of Clarke, the kid two blocks over?” he explained, “The one Danny invites? Yeah, apparently their mama’s workin’ double shift today and the babysitter stepped out and Clarke thought he’d come on here since the house was empty. Poor little feller must’ve been scared stiff.”

“You mean little Clarke walked all that way carrying a baby?” she gasped.

“Yeah,” Elvis grunted. “I sent Sammy H. to go stay at the house and let the mama know her kids ain’t been stole by that trash sitter. Poor woman.”

“Poor woman.” Elaine echoed, neither of them ever quite getting used to the tales of hardship they were uniquely situated to hear of day after day. “Well, you tell her Elvis, tell her we’ll watch him from now on, Clarke too. Danny needs more friends his age besides. -What’s his name?” she asked after a minute of babbling to him herself.

“Dunno, but he responds well to buddy.” He shrugged, “Ain’t that right, buddy, huh? I ain’t forgot about lettin’ you play the piano, Buddy, no I haven’t, Uncle Elvis keeps his word, yes he does.”

Elvis could feel her grin grow behind his back and like clockwork her anticipated finger came and scritched at his right sideburn with her nail. “I’ve missed seeing you with babies.” she whispered with a giggle.

“We have a baby.” Elvis let out that staccato, huffing laugh of his.

“Danny is three.” Elaine pouted.

“And you’re four—ty…twooo.” Elvis goofed as he propped the newly changed and docile little boy up on his roly-poly legs.

“I’ve already had a baby as a grandmother.” Tink mused and she cocked her head to the side and watched the baby wobble towards Elvis with his entire little hands clutched onto Elvis’ index fingers like handlebars. “But I married such a pretty boy.” she sighs as if out of nowhere and drags her hand admiringly right down the length of Elvis’ bicep, in appreciation for the flexed muscle beneath linen.

Elvis let’s out a little squeak of surprise and turns on his ass to give his wife a more searching once over. She stays grinning on her knees, long tanned legs tucked beneath her in those light blue shorts that coordinate with his trousers, loopy grin on her face.

“Lord have mercy,” he falls back a little, taking the baby with him in his scramble till they look like little lambs being watched by a ready to pounce cat, “Aunt Delta spike the punch again?”

It’s not that Elvis doesn’t appreciate when Tink gets…admiring…but she sure does pick the queerest times for it, in his mind. The hell was so dreamy about wiping shit? He’s yet to understand her in many ways but from over twenty years of marriage, he knows those glossy eyes ain’t from eye drops.

“No, nobody’s touched the punch.” she giggles and begins to crawl closer, dyed auburn hair falling forward in large, barrel rolled curls.

The baby boy begins to laugh, thinking she’s playing tiger. Effortless Elaine switches into the role he wants and raises a hand like a claw and makes a dive for the baby's round little belly and Elvis ducks and rolls, taking him with him.

“Careful, careful, Laney, there’s a diaper -“

-somewhere.

He’s not sure where, it’s a mercy his back doesn’t squash it or his head thud in its foamy fullness as he rolls away from his wife, a stranger's kid giggling like mad while braced to his chest. He throws a halfhearted karate kick at her and the angle is awkward with being mid roll and on his side, she grabs his leg anyways and proceeds to tickle his ankle and he aims his kicks in earnest in response. Elaine straddles his leg as he lays on his side and she crows like it’s some victory, then sways in confusion, like she’s second guessing her own success.

He can practically see the slow as molasses thought process in her airy little head. The hell did his wife take? There’s no liquor on her breath and she swore -they made vows to each other, each giving up the drugs and booze that had gotten them estranged from each other and themselves. He knows she wouldn’t. “What now?” he asks her in dry amusement and after much thought and no production, she shrugs and slips off his leg, landing with a wince inducing thump by his side.

“I dunno.” she admits and closes her eyes, small smile on her lips as they lay panting on the floor, the clink of Elvis’ rings the only immediate sound as the baby plays with them between the married couple. “I just missed you.” she says.

“Well, I missed you too.” he melts, throwing his arm out and running his fingers through her splaying hair. She leans into the touch, grin fully breaking out.

“Our boy is getting married.” she murmurs, as in the production of the whole thing, the significance has dwindled except for the quiet moments.

“Strangest thing, that it’s time for that.” Elvis agrees, softly. “I ‘member him just this age, rollin’ ‘round with me on the floor in Bad Nauheim, got more carpet burns than him. Now…Gettin’ married.” he let out a long whistle and scratched at Elaine’s scalp. “I don’t feel that old.” he admitted after awhile.

Whatever mood Tink was in, whatever goofy laziness had imbued her with such sangfroid about her duties and her guests, it served for a much needed little heart to heart and Elvis snuggled closer to her on the shag carpet and let the baby climb over his shoulder and pull at his hair, wincing at the small tortures but determined not to be a wimp.

“I don’t feel old either.” she agreed and her eyes popped open, the grin suddenly going from dreamy to having a decidedly vampiric quality. Elvis had often seen that look on his wife right before he got eaten alive.

“Sweet Jesus -no, simmer down, simmer down. Tink!” he tried to avert the plans swirling in her glossy eyes.

“Doesn’t my pretty baby wanna make me happy?” she cooed to him and between the actual baby tugging at his hair and the wife patting his cheeks it was all a guess to Elvis whether he was a father of a twenty something son or Elaine Presley’s pretty boy, ever at her disposal.

“Mamas, if you needs…some…tenda lovin’ care…” he gave her a significant look of expectation to understand his child-proof code, “then we can go find ourselves a little space in this house and uh…tend to it. Bed’s been real full, I know.” he soothed.

Elaine clutched her heart dramatically again and sighed, staring at the ceiling before propping up on an elbow again and gripping his chin with her hand, she put her face next to his and whispered with throaty care, “What I want, pretty daddy, is to maul you.”

And with that she laid back down beside him, after having watched her words register and the punched out moan of his gust over her lips. She stared back at the ceiling and sighed. “It’ll have to wait, but…soon.”

Elvis licked his dry lips with a tongue that had suddenly gone equally arid. “O-o-okey mamas.” he stuttered out in a whisper that ended with a wheeze as the baby hoisted themselves to dance on his belly like it were a trampoline.

“I’m very wet right now.” Elaine began again after he thought they’d shelved it.

“Laney!” he begged.

“I am!” she hissed petulantly, kicking up a leg and shaking her foot at the ceiling, “It’s making sticky noises when I walk.”

“I-I-I highly doubt that.”

“It is!” She insisted.

“Alright. It is. If you say so…ok.”

“Nothing to do about it though.” she sighed.

“No.” he agreed warily.

“What would you name him.” she asked suddenly, turning on her side and offering her hand as stability for the baby balancing on Elvis’ stomach. Good thing he had muscles of steel or else he’d be a mess right now with the digging little footsteps.

“Name who?“ Elvis sputtered, bewildered by the changes in topic.

“This baby. If he was ours.”

“Oh.” He sniffed. “I dunno, actually. Baron, maybe?”

“Hmm..” Elaine was unenthused.

“Who says we’d have another boy though?” he argued suddenly, “I mean who says this hypothetical baby we ain’t gonna make -no we ain’t mama’s, you’re crazy- would be a boy. What if it was a girl.”

“I’d name her Peace.” Elaine didn't skip a beat.

Elvis pondered that, fingers back to stroking the curls splayed on the carpet, “Mm. Shiloh.”

Hope y’all enjoyed! I’ve missed these babies and I’m grateful for y’all’s patience. Your “bugging” and “screaming” is music to my ears, fuel to my fire and keeps me writing, please never hold back -this is a safe space for feral little Elvis loving rodents…like you and me. 💋

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“Couple of Dates?”

Warning ⚠️: smut | 18+ | fluffffyyy (yes it needs a warning) | a little

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“Did you two fuck or what?” Shoko questioned the morning after, her head throbbing, as you passed her some pain killers, orange juice, and a plate of breakfast. “No Shoko. We did not “Fuck” You air quoted. “Okay. Maybe not fuck, but did you finally lose your V-card?” She questioned, setting the orange juice down, and eating the food you cooked. “No… We talked… thenheaskedmeonadatesoimgoingtodinnertonightathisplace.” You said ungodly fast. “WAIT!” Food flew out of her mouth. “You better slow your fucking words woman!” She pointed a finger. “Ugh! Shoko! Hiromi… Hiromi asked me on a date, and so tonight I am going to his house for dinner.” You crossed your arms, trying to be nonchalant. “Oh my fucking god.” She stood up dramatically, pacing around the kitchen. “What could you possibly be freaking out over?” You sighed. “Freaking out? Bitch this is great news! You stay your ass in this house all god damn day, thank whatever sex god is out there, that is about to get your ass LAID!” She emphasized, sitting back down, eating her food. “God… Shoko… Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with you.” You shook your head as you walked out the kitchen, your cheeks flushed, and your mind spinning.

You felt like you spent pretty much the entire day overthinking the entire dinner, changing your outfit about 10 different times, until you settled for the most basic thing you could possibly settle for, some black biker shorts and a big hoodie. You slipped on your nikes, as your curls were half up in a messy bun, and the other half was laying over your shoulder. “You are not wearing that.” She pointed out before you walked out. “Yes... I am… I know Hiromi, and I am not going to play some façade. He either is going to like me for me or not like me at all.” You snapped, as you walked out the apartment, and waiting for your uber. One thing you will say though, with majoring in literature… You read more books in your life and you have spoken words… scary books, drama, romance… The extra pair of underwear in your bag was an indication of where you could possibly end up later, maybe even needing later on.

“Hiromi.” You smiled as he opened the door. You were glad you dressed comfortable, as he was in some sweats, and a V-neck. “Glad you didn’t dress up.” He leaned down, pecking your cheek, and letting you in. “Yeah I figured a dinner in, sounded more comfy than a dress up party… Not that Shoko agreed.” You chuckled, as you followed him to the kitchen, sitting at the island. “Drink?” He questioned, “water is fine.” You smiled, as you took the plastic bottle from his hand. “How was your day?” He questioned, as he stirred the pot on the stove. “Decent, I guess. Filled out some paperwork for my new job, and read a book. Oh also had to feed and take care of Shoko from her wild night of celebrating “I am a Dr. Bitches!” You laughed, which made Hiromi laugh. “Shoko is something else…” Hiromi responded. You noticed his speech was much lighter and he didn’t speak as much, maybe it was the lack of alcohol? “What about you?” You questioned, as he turned around to look at you. “Um... Well I woke up pretty late, surprisingly. Caught up on emails, did some paperwork to close out a case, and then here I am.” He looked nervous, he looked like he was about to explode in emotions. “Hiromi.” You smiled, tilting your head. “Is this crazy?” You ask, chuckling to yourself nervously. “Yes… and no… yes because it’s been years… But no, because you have been on my mind since we were 16, and if there is anyone I want sitting right there… It’s you.” He sighed out. “I’m nervous, I won’t lie to you.” He scratched his chin, and looking away. “I am too…” you smiled shyly at him, as he watched your cheeks turn pink. “I really like being here… Right now… It feels… good to be around you. It always has.” You said in such an affectionate tone. “I knew you didn’t actually hate me… But the nose comment did sting a little.” He chuckled as he stood there, looking devilishly handsome. “Oh... gosh… I forgot about that.” You embarrassingly cringed at yourself. “I actually really love your nose, it actually fits your face so well now.” You tried to fix your past mistake, while blushing ferociously. “Now?!” Hiromi gasped so unseriously. “So what you’re saying, is I was a big nose… what was it that you said? Oh yes, you said… “I would never have sex with you, you big nose jerk!” Hiromi laughed loud and dry, straight from his chest. You covered your face with your hands, “La La La I can’t hear you!” You felt like Armin from Attack on Titan, when he burned almost to death. So sad by the way. Hiromi chuckled as he looked at you, his eyes soaking in your bright cheeks, glistening eyes that brimmed with tears from laughing so hard.

“You’re so beautiful.” Hiromi smiled, while you looked over at him, heart beating fast, mind 100 miles an hour. That was when you did it, you lifted yourself on the counter, crawling over to him in one stride, sitting at the edge of the island, as he picked you up, smashing his lips onto yours. You both moaned into one another mouth, you felt his tongue in your mouth, while you were basking in the feeling of kissing for the first time. “Fuck…” Hiromi groaned as he sat you on the counter, leaning back, his hands on the sides of you. “I’m sorry.” He huffed out, catching his breath. “Why?” You questioned, looking straight into his eyes, as his face was so close to yours. “I don’t want to rush you.” He softened his face. “You aren’t… Please let’s just… kiss more.” You pulled him to you, kissing him again. You both found your rhythm, as he felt around your body, and you held him tightly to you. He lifted you up with ease, bringing you to the couch, lying on top of you.

“Let me take you on a couple dates first… Before… having sex.” Hiromi pulled away, trying to slow down your progression of this situation. “What? Why?” You questioned. “Look… We haven’t gotten to know each other in a long time, I want to treat you right, I want to give you an experience that will show you why I’m better than any man out there… You deserve all the first times… Let me just ease you into it first… Let me show you a boyfriend, and something more.” Hiromi had grown to be such a romantic.

“Probably should try to calm down…” You giggled shyly, as you sat up, and looked at him. “I’ve never controlled myself so much.” Hiromi groaned as he plopped down and laid his head in your lap. You raked your fingers through his hair, pulling a content sigh from his mouth.

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babymilkawa · 4 years ago

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hello darling! love your work :). i’d like to request an imagine where fem!reader is crushing on armin and she attempts to tell him but she walks in on armin confessing to the frozen annie and thinks that he doesn’t feel the same. later he thinks abt their interaction and realizes he’s had feelings for the reader.

~if you can,,ty!!!

:00 I love this it’s so cute sjsjk

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armin arlert

gn!reader :)

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word count; 1275

warnings: s2 spoilers :>

you were going to do it today for sure. you had already prepared a script that you memorized, added in some gaps for him to react, and practiced in front of the mirror.

walking around the building where armin usually hung out, you set out to search for him, bumping into jean and connie to question them about the blonde’s whereabouts.

finally, you were told from hitch that he was in the room where annie was being kept again. you internally sighed at that. ever since armin became the colossal titan, he had to visit annie's room at least once. countless times, you had to convince yourself that it was only because of bertholdt that armin felt this way. there was no other reason. why else would he always offer to walk you back to your cabin late at night? or help you launch onto your horse if it was being uncooperative?

it felt like armin was unaware of his feelings and that he wasn't giving his heart a chance. the personal connection he felt with annie was false. that's what you wanted to believe. but you didn't want to be selfish either. if armin really had feelings for annie, he would reject you today. then you would just simply move on.

coming around the corner, you saw the door to her room in view but it was left slightly ajar. a small sliver of golden light was peeking out and you could hear a familiar voice.

"annie..I don't know what'll happen. when you'll wake up. but just know that I'll be waiting for you."

hearing those words made you stumble over your boots, leaving an echo to bounce off the walls.

"hello? is someone there?"

the sound of his boots grew louder and the door creaked open. he was met with the sight of you leaning against the wall, surprised at the sudden encounter.

"y/n? what are you doing here?"

"I-"

"oh..did you hear what I said?"

you swallowed, not knowing what to do in this situation. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you simply wanted to talk to him. but your curiosity took over you.

"I just- yea I heard. but I didn't mean to! I just wanted to talk to you, armin."

through the glow coming from the room, you could see armin's face heat up and his fists clench at his sides. you couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or angered.

"I'm sorry, you know what, I'll just go." and with that, you turned your back to him and took off on a hurried walk.

as he watched you leave, armin remembered that you wanted to talk to him. but it was too late. you were gone.

going back inside the room, he looked at the girl trapped in front of him. all of a sudden he felt embarrassed. embarrassed that it was you who had heard his confession, because he had always felt unsure around you. meaning he didn't know what the two of you were. you talked and had laughs with each other but it never escalated into anything more. yet he always felt a tug in his heart at the sight of you. or a feeling of annoyance whenever one of the corps got too close.

so..was what he felt for annie not real? was he only convincing himself because he was the one who inherited bertholdt's memories? did armin feel so detached from everyone that he sought comfort from a girl frozen in place? no. he was giving her company. because he knows that she'll wake up one day and that she'll need someone by her side. but there's always the question of doubt. will she wake up? and what happens after? what if she resents armin?

lost and confused, armin left the room. he didn't like this feeling of uncertainty. he couldn't be selfish and want two people at the same time. that was unfair to the both of you. he also didn't want to choose you over annie just because there was the possibility that she would never wake up. that'd just mean that you were his second choice. he felt like he had to figure it out. first by talking to you and asking what you had to say.

it was almost past midnight when you heard a knock on your door. it was unusual yes, no one really went outside when it got dark unless it was an emergency because of the freezing temperatures. but in case it was someone in need, you slowly opened the door. only to be met with the face of the blue-eyed boy.

"armin? what are you doing here, it's- do you know what time it is?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up. but I just felt like I should ask what you wanted to talk about. sorry if I looked..unapproachable earlier."

“oh, no I get it! Haha I didn’t mean to eavesdrop anything uh but don’t worry about it, it wasn’t important, goodnight!”

“Wait!”

his foot stuck in between the door and its frame right when you were about to close it. the look in his eyes seemed to be desperate and distressed. you wondered if something had happened since you last saw him.

feeling a chill from the wind outside, you opened the door a bit wider to invite him in and he gladly accepted it.

“Y/n I’m sure whatever you have to say is important.”

jeez, it was as if he knew what you wanted to say and was taunting you. why was he being so persistent all of a sudden? armin could ask himself the same. he had no idea why you were looking for him but he had a feeling it was important and needed to be said.

you sighed. alright, if he wasn't going to leave you might as well have him settled down. after getting him a warm drink, you sat down in front of him. your own mug was filled with your favorite, but the warmth did nothing to stop your hands from shaking. deciding it was best to set the mug down, you looked over at the blonde in front of you. neither of you said anything nor knew where to start. it wasn't usually this awkward between the two of you.

until you realize that he was waiting for you. oh!

"Um, so what I wanted to say armin...was that I, I um.." just do it, y/n. everything you had rehearsed in front of the mirror felt like it just went out the window. "I like you. and I was wondering if you felt the same." you spit the last word out and immediately grabbed your mug from the coffee table, taking several gulps.

glancing at him, you saw that his eyes had widened and a blush had crept up to his cheeks.

"you, you like me?"

you nod, hesitantly. was he..going to make fun of you? or was this embarrassing for him just as it was for you?

"I think I like you too."

suddenly your drink felt so hot you couldn't swallow it down. he liked you too? you felt so giddy inside that you didn't even ponder about how he was unsure if he liked you or not.

"oh," you say. "oh. so..what now?"

then he looked up and you were met with ocean blue eyes. he looked..beautiful. even with the dirty yellowish glow from your lamp, he looked mesmerizing. and at that moment, you knew what to do.

you leaned in and very gently, pressed your lips to his.

a/n: hope u liked it! aaa I put this off for so many days cuz I j didn't know where to start T-T

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markhyuck · 8 years ago

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@ sm stylists please do doyoung's hair like this everyday pl e a se

#its so messy and ruffly and fluffffyyy and cute

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riseofmoonxchild · 6 years ago

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intro to ‘btsneverland-aeseo’

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Hi there~ 안녕하세요, 여러분! (⁄ ⁄^⁄ᗨ⁄^⁄ ⁄) ^^~

I just wanted to briefly introduce myself- er, this blog? Well, both in a way. Mmkay.. Well, first of all- thank you for stumbling upon my small, little corner of cyberspace, or at least the Tumblrverse. I hope you’ll stay for a bit, enjoy little specks of stardust floating around because of seven glowing-angelic-fairy boys, and hopefully us fellow armys can get to know one another! ♥

Anywayyy, so I’ve been writing for awhile (many things), and started writing BTS fanfic in like 2015. Sadly, my blog and everything I shared out there got wiped out yesterday ≧◇≦’’. So! I’m starting anew, sharing my old stuff, and hopefully am inspired to write new things that have been on my heart for awhile! Please take care of me. 🙏✨

I want this space to be more than just a place to share fanfiction, but sort of reflections on and responses or analyzations to the stories that BTS tell through their music and relationships with fans/each other. I also want to be able to converse with other armys! Please don’t be shy~ (〃ー〃)

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2016: on origin of “btsneverland-aeseo”

✩- Over the past few months, BTS has been growing into a more prominent part of my life. I really want to be able to express my love and support for them through writing! Thus, ‘btsneverland-aeseo’ (or BTS in Neverland), is my own little part of the universe where I can relate my love for these seven amazing boys through writing, in which they’ll always be just what they are to me, out of the bounds of time.

✩- Also, I get the feeling that some of this stuff is gonna be really sentimental, but I also want it to be super fluffffyyy. Like, cotton-ball-huge-pillows-you-wanna-hug type fluffy. ☆*･゜ﾟ･*(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆

My writings here are devoted to BTS, so that through them I may support BTS and discover the essence of who they are. I hope that I would be able to capture glimpses of their dreams, hopes, fears, and youth, which will all live on infinitely. I’m just aspiring to be a part of preserving all of those things, in the best way I can.

✩- Also, I really, really want to be able to share my love for BTS and fanfic with other armys! I usually don’t get to get excited or happy or anything over them very often. I want to meet you guys and just, like, be friends! ♡♡♡

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방탄소년단 사랑합니다!~♡ 전 너무 감사하고 비티에스가 많이 고생했어요. 힘내세요!

- your fellow army and chingu,

Moonie☾✧

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bigmetalbastard · 3 years ago

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They're so fuckin fluffffyyy

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yaoi-enthusiasts · 10 days ago

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"Big Nose Jerk"

Warning ⚠️: smut | 18+ | fluffffyyy (yes it needs a warning) | a little angst

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“Literature? What, you study about Shakespeare all day?” Hiromi scoffed, “Yeah and what do you study? How to be a fucking asshole? Boom you passed your bar exam.” You snapped back at him. “Alright alright stop fighting!” Shoko snapped at the both of you. “How about you two go fuck already and move on.” She added which made both you and Hiromi turn and look at her. “WHAT?” You both said in union. “I would never… not with her!” Hiromi scoffed then started walking away. “Yeah and I would never have sex with you, you big nose jerk!” You hissed.

You had graduated high school early, you were currently 20 years old, getting your masters in literature, and then already signing up for your PhD program so you could be a professor. While Hiromi, was on his first year of law school. The both of you had known each other since high school, alongside your dear friend Shoko. But for some apparent reason, you and Hiromi simply just did not get along... most of the time. Why? God knows. Maybe hormones, maybe the way his eyes scanned your figure and then when he would catch that you saw his stares, he would scowl at you. But that’s neither here or there… Hiromi dodged you after that encounter, and simply focused on Law School, which thankfully for you, was somewhere else.

That was your last interaction with Hiromi until now. 26 years old, PhD in your hand, and a new job under your belt.

“Babyyyyyy!” Shoko your friend & roommate groaned. “I swear if anyone else heard you call me that, they would call us lesbians.” You chuckled. “Oh whatever! You are too innocent for me to date.” Shoko responded. “Anyways, noooooooowwwww that I am a Dr… and starting my residency, I am having a dinner tonight, you have to come.” She tugged at your arm. “I don’t know Shoko… I’m tired…” You groaned, laid up on the couch in your PJ’s. “Bitch… It’s Friday, get the fuck up.” She pulled you up as you groaned. “Fine… God… I could never marry you… You’re to pushy.” You teased her, walking to your room.

“Satoru!” You smiled, pulling the white haired man into a hug. “Well you always look beautiful, per usual.” He was a flirt, nothing you weren’t used to. You hugged your friend Suguru and Kento, smiling ear to ear, your heart calm, your mind steady until... you saw the bastard that had flipped your life, and mind around… Hiromi Higuruma.

“Shoko…” He smiled faintly, as her eyes widen, and pulled him into a hug. “Proud of you… Don’t think I’d let you do surgery on me still… But still proud of you.” He lightly teased. His demeanor was much more quiet now, maybe even more grim. He stood straight, and had a serious expression, as he smiled like he was talking to a client, shaking the other men’s hands, before his eyes got to yours. “Higuruma.” You extended your hand, that was when you saw it, the smirk on his stupid handsome face. “Well aren’t you a sight to be seen.” He chuckled, as he pulled you into a hug. “Ah! I didn’t say you could hug me bastard!” You groaned. “Still as lively as ever.” He pulled away, putting his hands in his pockets, and had a genuine smile on his face now. Cocky son of a bitch… “What are you doing here?” You questioned, but not in a way that came off mean. “Shoko invited me, I had the evening off, so decided to drop by and say hello, and congrats.” He nodded to himself. “What about you?” He questioned. “Well unfortunately, I live with her, and she demanded that I escape the “confines” of my pajama’s and reality TV, and join this shindig.” You chuckled, which made him laugh. Your heart fluttering at the dry chuckle that left his lips… When was the last time Hiromi laughed at something I said? “Pajama’s and reality TV does sound really nice…” Hiromi groaned, as Kento handed him some scotch. “Thanks man.” Hiromi nodded at the business man.

The night was actually nice, you all smiled, laughed, drank, and enjoyed one another’s company. You felt Hiromi’s eyes on you the whole night, making your spine tingle. “Hey.” He said walking up to you. “Hey.” You said back, looking up at him. “I live close by and didn’t get to hear much about you getting your PhD…Maybe we can talk more?” He scratched the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red. “Are you asking me to come over Hiromi?” You raised a brow, “I mean… When you put it like that…” He looked like he was about to burst at the seams, “Plus, I’d really like to get into my comfy clothes.” He chuckled. “Hmm.. Okay… I’ll go.” You concluded, grabbing your bag. “You two leaving?” Shoko slurred. “Yes my love… Your wife will be home later on, just going to walk Hiromi home.” You leaned down, kissing your friend’s forehead. “Ugh! You aren’t gayyyyy!” She giggled then slapping your ass. “Bye Hiromi… Be a gentleman!” Shoko threw her arm over his shoulder, then whispering something in his ear, which made him nod his head, and smile to her. “Good night Shoko.” He patted on the back.

“What did she say?” You questioned as you two walked out the pub. “Something about you being a virgin.” Hiromi bluntly replied, and chuckling at you gasping. “Oh my god!” You nearly screeched, covering your face with your hands. “She is so… horrible when she gets drunk like that. She’s always worried so much about me… I don’t date enough, or I don’t go out enough, or I don’t talk to anyone.” You went on and on, while Hiromi listened. “I love her though… She helps me get out of my shell, even though sometimes I wish she wouldn’t.” You sighed. The both of you walked into this extravagant apartment complex, getting into the elevator he pushed a button to the top floor. The ride up was silent, you felt the tension between the both of you, the way your eyes would flicker to his, and his to yours. You heard the elevator door ding, stepping out and following him to his door. “Restroom is down the hall if you need. Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee? Wine?” He questioned. “Wine… Please.” You said as you slipped your shoes off. “Do you want something to wear? I’m sure that dress isn’t the most comfortable.” He suggested, making your face heat up. “Um… No… I think I’ll be okay.” You smiled softly.

“So professor huh? What you teach about Shakespeare all day?” He teases you. “Oh you got jokes…” You laugh dryly. “Still an asshole, I see…” You sipped on your wine, and smiling at the man who appeared in front of you today after years on no contact, the one straight standing man, neatly dressed was now 4 buttons of his shirt undone, you could see the wife beater tank top underneath, while his chest hair peeked, and his sleeves rolled up, his cheeks were flushed. “We fought a lot as teenagers… Why is that?” He questioned, as he sipped his whiskey. “God knows.” You replied. “I know why…” He interjected. “Oh do you now? Please… Enlighten me.” You set your glass down, then crossing your arms. “You…” He pointed. “Me?” You nearly gasped. “Yeah… You… Look at you. You always had this spunk to you, always snapping back no matter what. But man… Smart as hell, and don’t get me started on those eyes.” He said so casually, you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, it left you absolutely quiet. “The way you would stroll in during our study sessions, with your big hoodie, and biker shorts. Swinging your hips around, and placing my favorite coffee right in front of me… “Here, so you can focus on helping people and not being a dick.” That’s what you would say, sitting right next to me. Passing me sticky notes with doodles, until one of us would say something to get under each other’s skin… When the whole time I just wanted to be inside of you.” Hiromi stood there, looking you straight in the eyes, your breath had halted, shallow, and light, yet felt so heavy. You wanted nothing more, than to smash your lips right onto his, and for him to sheath himself deep into you, that's all you've ever wanted. All the venomous words, and snapping at one another, it was almost like foreplay for you. “Hiromi…” You nearly moaned. “Tell me right now, you don’t want me to come around this island, and show you my true feelings?” He questioned, watching your eyes watch his. You picked up your glass, gulping down the last bit, looking at him from across the island.

“I can’t.” You sighed, while your core throbbed for the man. Hiromi’s face fell, looking at you, confused. “I… I want to… But… I don’t want my first time to be… when we are both intoxicated, and… I don’t want to worry that you’ll wake up and regret it.” You started off, feeling yourself become shy. “I… I don’t want my first time to feel like a one night stand…” You looked up finally, he held the softest gaze. You watched as his lips pulled into a cheeky smile, walking around the island, and pulling you into a hug, he kissed the top of your head, and pulled back. “You could never be a one night stand… But I understand. Tomorrow? Come over for dinner?” He asked. “Are you asking me on a date?” You questioned lightheartedly. “I am.” You thought for a moment, and then nodding. “Okay.” Hiromi smiled at your acceptance.

You ubered back home, Hiromi walked you outside to the car, but before that he made sure to put his number into your phone "Big Nose Jerk", and your number into his "Viper". “The only number I need.” He smiled as he looked down at you. “You’re such a cheese ball… Jeez.” You snickered as you opened the car door. “Goodnight Hiromi.” You leaned up, kissing his cheek, then slipping in the car.

The drive home felt so quick, your heart raced, your mind was wandering around. What were you gonna tell Shoko when you got home, honestly she probably was gonna be passed out by the time you got there. But what were you going to tell her the day after? Or what were you gonna tell her when you were about to leave the apartment to go on your first date? You didn’t know what you would say, but you knew you were feeling an excitement you only ever felt when Hiromi was around. That was enough for you…

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ao3feed-ateez · 5 years ago

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by Rottenpetals

My darling baby and killer hubby bear one shots of Mingi and Yunhos life that I didn't put in the books.

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PLEASE READ DATES WHEN READING! THEY TELL WHAT TIME THE STORIES ARE TAKING PLACE!

Words: 14537, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of My darling baby series

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, Yungi - Character

Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Yungi - Relationship

Additional Tags: Blood, Gore, Smut, Lotta Smut, Blood Kink, Knife Play, BDSM, Fluff, fluffffyyy, bloody and flufffyyyy, Angst, dom yunho, sub mingi, Super fucking fluffy, so much fluff I wanna puke, cause its cute, i guess, Spanking, Cum Swallowing, Mingi is a subby slut for his hubby bear Yunho, cucumber sex

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mywitchcultblr · 3 years ago

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He's so fluffffyyy

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yaoi-enthusiasts · 19 hours ago

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"Take Your Pants Off."

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“How was your hot date with Hiromi?” Shoko leaned up from the couch, looking at the clock- “1AM, tsk, young lady.” Shoko pointed with a laugh. “Oh shut up… It was good. He made dinner, we watched a movie, made out a little, and now I have a boyfriend.” You said so nonchalantly, even though deep inside you were freaking THE FUCK out. “BOYFRIEND! Are you saying my innocent little doe is about to get dicked down?” Shoko exclaimed. “Oh my god, you are sick.. Have you even called your girlfriend once today?” You raised a brow, giving her a look of disappointment. “Ugh, we broke up! She didn’t like it when I had fun.” Shoko groaned, throwing her head back. “Pfft… More like you’re still in love with Utahime.” You chuckled, which meant Shoko shot daggers at you. “Hey! That name is not meant to be spoken in this home.” She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. “Sure… Sure… You two were just friends?” You teased at her, because Shoko was notorious for downplaying her unrequited love. “Dating Hiromi is making you more of an ass.” She pouted. “Oh hun… I’ve always been an ass.” You giggled, as you leaned down and kissed her forehead, then walking to your bedroom.

It was the next day, and you had spent all day cleaning, doing your full skin care and body routine, catching up on all the me time you lacked due to school, and life. You looked at the clock as it blinked 9PM, you realized you hadn’t ate once that day, and were starving. You felt your phone buzzing, when you finally sat down.

“Hello?” You picked up your phone, seeing Hiromi was calling. “Hey.” He sounded rushed, maybe even a little breathless. “From the sound of your voice, you made it home safe last night?” He added after a moment of silence. “I did… I got home, and the drill sergeant started interrogating me.” You chuckled, sitting at the edge of your bed. “Pfft… Sound like Sho.” He chuckled, the noise in the background was louder, almost like he was outside, and the wind was blowing. “Are you outside Hiro?” You questioned. “I am…” He stopped walking, “Y/n… What would you say, if I told you I was standing outside your place right now, and if you came to your window, I would have two bags with burgers inside, milkshakes, and your favorite churro stuffed with Nutella?” He questioned you, which wasn’t really a question, it was more of an open the fucking door. You ran out of your room, which alerted Shoko, who of course, was sitting on the couch, watching Netflix. “What are you doing?” She questioned, as you yanked your front door open. “Hiromi.” You smiled brightly. He was in a black long sleeve, and jeans, looking so fucking eatable.

“May I come in?” He questioned lightly, “Oh yes yes.” You blushed, letting him in. “Hiromi Higuruma… What are you doing here at all hours of the night?” Shoko tried to act like a concerned mother. “Well I know how much of a foodie you are, so I brought you a burger, fries, and your favorite Oreo milkshake." Hiromi extending the bag to Shoko. “Oh you angel… Please stay as long as you like.” She smiled, taking the bag and munching immediately. “I swear to god.” You laughed at Shoko, as she looked like a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed. “Let’s head to my room, she’s nosey.” You pulled his arm to follow you. It was silent, you both ate, as you had your TV playing some anime. “I love their burgers man… It’s a pleasurable experience each time.” You sighed in content. “You were busy today from what it seemed?” Hiromi asked. “Oh yeah, the house needed a deep clean, and then I needed to have some self care time. What about you?” You crumbled the paper bag, throwing it in the trash in the corner of your room. “I cleaned up as well, called my parents and then met with a Client in the afternoon.” He laid back on the bed, resting his eyes. “Are you tired?” You tilted your head, as you lied on your side, while he was laying on his back. “I am…” He chuckled. “Then why’d you come? You should have rested…” You scolded lightly. “I wanted… No… I needed to see you.” He finally opened his eyes, turning to his side, looking at you. “Me? I think you could have waited…” You chuckled, as you pinched his nose. “Impossible. Missed you too much.” He pinched your cheek. You felt both of your eyes watch one another, fighting the urge to rip one another’s clothes off. “You said a couple dates right?” You leaned in a little, trying to gage his reaction. “Hmm…” he smirked, as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you in. “You are quite the minx…” he leaned in further, finally breaking that barrier. You felt your lips move in sync, and you climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss. You pulled a moan from his throat, grinding yourself down on his groin. “Hey y/n, is this yours?” Shoko walked into your room, catching you on top of Hiromi. “Oh my god, straight sex, my eyes.” She closed the door, and blushed. “I’m going to kill myself.” You groaned as you put your head on his chest. “We aren’t having sex… What do you need Sho?” You questioned, lifting yourself off of Hiromi and his boner. “Yes?” You asked as you opened your door. “I should have knocked.” She was red, and looking down. “You should have, but now that I’m here… What do you need?” You questioned once again. “This sweet treat… There’s 3…” She sulked. “Take one Shoko…” You sighed and laughed at her shyness, but her love for food. “Call Utahime and don’t bother me for the rest of the night.” You pinched her chin, then shutting the door.

“Take your pants off.” You said to Hiromi as you walked up to him. “W-what?” He was blushing brightly. “Take… your… pants… off..” You said your words slower, as lust filled your eyes, and body. “If you don’t want to do this, you need to go now… Because I might cry if I don’t feel something in between my legs in the next 5 minutes.” You moaned, as your core was sopping wet, and it ached deep within. “Let me take care of you… Please…” he stood up, lying you on the bed as he pulled your shorts down, along your underwear, as you stripped your top. You didn’t know what came over you in that moment, but then you realized you were butt ass naked in front of Hiromi… RIGHT NOW. You closed your legs, and covered your chest quickly, feeling yourself getting shy. “Mmm please don’t.” He cooed into your ear, as he moved your hands from you chest, and parted your legs with his knee. “Wan’ see how wet you are for me.” He whispered into your ear, making you nearly gasp at such vulgar speech. “Hirooo.” You moaned, as he kissed down your chest, circling his tongue around your perk nipples, and sliding his hand down in between your legs. He ghosted his fingers over your folds, slowly dipping them in. “You are so wet baby.” He took a deep breath, as his head travelled down your body, putting his knees on the floor, spreading your legs wide, while he opened your folds with his fingers. “D-dont… look so close…” You moaned, as his breath ghosted over your sensitive bud. “How am I supposed to taste you, if I can’t see where my dessert is at?” He smirked, then diving deep into your core, licking fat stripes from your hole to your clit. Attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it, feeling it twitch in his mouth. You arched your back, feeling a sensation you have never felt before. “Oh.. fuck…” you moaned as you pushed your hands into his hair, pulled at his head to be deeper. He travelled down, thrusting his tongue into your tight hole, licking up all your fluids coming out. “T-taste so fucking good.” He moaned into your cunt, as the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive bud, and his tongue was in your pussy. “Oh fuck!” You gasped. You always fantasized about his nose, and him being face deep in you, licking you up like you were ice cream on a summers day. “I-I’m gon’ cum.” You moaned, as you humped his face. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, as you let out a high pitched moan, and he licked all your essence up.

You looked up as Hiromi stood up, looking down at your fucked out expression. “Fuck…” He groaned, as he unzipped his pants, and pulling his throbbing cock out. “Oh…” You moaned, seeing all 9 thick inches of him… “S-so big.” You reached out to him. “It’s goin’ to hurt…” He sighed, as he grabbed his wallet, slipping a condom out. “It’s okay… just want you inside… Please…” you moaned, as he lined his tip to your core. “So good for you.” You moaned into his ear, and wrapping your arms around his neck. “So good for me.” He replied back, pushing a couple inches into you. You squeezed him tightly, letting out a staggered breath, feeling him push deeper, as youthful cunt swallowed him… You were so wet, that you both didn’t even need lube for him to easily push into you. “So tight…” he groaned, pushing the rest of his inches deep inside, staying still. Your body tensed, and you scratched his back, that was now naked, and slicked with sweat. “Not lettin’ you go anywhere… Ever… This is all mine…” He groaned, as he pulled back, pushing into you again, slowly thrusting in and out, as you adjusted to his size. “So good…” You moaned into the crook of his neck. “You feelin’ good baby?” He muttered into your ear, you nodded quickly, as he picked up his pace, hutting that sweet spongey spot. You felt the pads of his fingers start massaging your clit, and pulling moans out of you. “Cum on my cock baby.” He groaned, thrusting faster, deeper, feeling his balls tighten. “Oh yes. Yes...” You arched your back, as he ripped yet another orgasm from you. “So so so good.” You moaned like a cat in heat, not caring that Shoko was just in the living room.

“Jesus…” Shoko mumbled to herself… “Hiromi, yes…. More…” You had fallen apart on his cock, as he spilled into his condom. “Fuck…” He groaned, as he pulled out, seeing a little blood, but it didn’t bother him at all. He pulled the condom off, throwing it in the trash. His cock was still erected as he walked up to you, as you were lying down, truly fucked. “More…” You moaned out. “Fuck.. I don’t have, I don’t have another condom.” He groaned, as he watched your cunt twitch and aching for him to be deep inside again. “It’s okay… Trust you…” You moaned, as you pulled him to you with your legs. “You’ll kill me. I’ll get you a morning after pill.” He said, then flipping you on your stomach, making you get on your hands and knees, pushing back inside of you. You felt him so fucking deep like this, your face was red, while your vision was fuzzy. “Yes…” You moaned, as he quickened his pace, fucking deep into you. You felt him lift you up, your back against his chest, turning your head to the side, he smashed his lips onto yours, as he fucked you deep. “Hiro… Oh yes… More…” You were a mess, you were genuinely satisfied. You came on his cock once again, and he pulled out before he could come in you, nutting on your back. “Fuck…” You sighed out as you lied on your stomach. “Wait here, let me clean you…” He said as he lifted you up, seeing the bathroom door, and opening it. “Take a shower with me… Stay the night…” You cooed into his chest. You watched as a smile appeared on his face, “I’d love to.” He kissed your forehead, and started the shower.

“Where’s my churro.” You questioned as you came out your bedroom, freshly showered, and freshly fucked, because one thing about Hiromi, he was going to fuck you again for a third time in the shower. “You guys are loud… Its on the counter.” Shoko fake rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, you are louder when you are alone.” You scoffed, taking a bite of your churro. “Wanna bite?” You looked at Hiromi, he nodded, as you put it to his mouth, letting him take a bite. “Who would have know… Two people who fought like cats and fucking dogs everyday, would be giving one another googley eyes, and having loud sex.” Shoko chuckled, as she kept her eyes on the TV. You smiled, as you looked at Hiromi, that had already been smiling at you. You raised your brow, as he put his forehead on your shoulder, huffing out. “You’ll kill me with those eyes one day…”

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