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miedei · 7 months ago

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nonexistent rizz

the team is shocked to see that… early seasons!spencer pulls?? and he has pulled???? (aka, the team discovers that early seasons!spence has a girlfriend)

a/n: first cm fic!!! super indulgent, deffo way longer than it had to be but I don’t care, I love love love the dynamic of the s1/s2 team and I NEEDED to write it (look at '#mystery girl!au' on my blog to see more musings about them <3)

cw: alcohol consumption, reader referred to as a woman, reader is around spencer’s age in s1/s2 (23-24), completely inaccurate early 2000s technology i think, cuties being cute, not edited in any way

wc: 2k

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“‘O Keefe’s! My wonderful, wonderful sweethearts, we are going out!” The moment the team steps out of the elevator, Penelope is bombarding them, hands moving wildly as words seem to tumble out of her mouth. “And yes, Hotch, I am sure we have no cases lined up yet, and yes, I’m sure JJ can corroborate that the moment she gets to her office and no, you may not stay behind, tonight is compulsory. That stands for you too, Gideon!”

Hotch hasn’t even opened his mouth, shaking his head in defeat as he takes in Garcia’s determined face. Under the watchful eyes of the team, his shoulders slump, a tired hand scrubbing down his face. “Fine. We all have to finish our reports, but if we’re all done in half an hour, we can go. Gideon?” He turns his face, hoping for Gideon to find a way to bunk off, but there’s a glint of amusement in the older man’s eye. “Sounds like there’s no getting out of it.” With that, he walks off, to his office.

Penelope whoops excitedly, “Okay! That means we’re all going! That’s the first time since Gideon came back,” but her face sets slightly when she meets Spencer’s eye. “No. No, Baby Genius, you will not do this to me,”

“Garcia, I have pl-” “No! You are coming out with us, and we’re going to have a great time, and whatever Russian indie film you were going to watch will still be there for you tomorrow. Okay? No more complaining, baby, you know I won’t listen.” With a pat on his shoulder, she flounces off. Defeated, he doesn’t move from the elevator area, shrugging helplessly when Elle, JJ and Morgan brush past him to the bullpen.

With a sigh, he takes out his phone, pressing his newly-programmed speed dial and bringing the phone to his ear. From Derek’s vantage point in the bullpen, he can see Spencer, pacing back and forth in front of the elevator doors, and he can see the moment whoever is on the other side picks up. The younger man’s face lights up, like when he’s on the receiving end of a rare Hotch smile out in the field, but more spirited, buoyant. Only snippets of the conversation float in through the slightly-ajar glass doors, but they’re enough to give him pause, and still his fingers above his keyboard.

“...Garcia’s got this plan for us all, and…”

“Yes, I know, I do like going out with them, but that’s not what I wanted to do…”

“...I took the metro tonight, so I think I’ll just… Really? You want to?”

At that point, Spencer turns, his voice muffling, and keeping Derek from his vested interest in his conversation. But what little he heard is more than enough to pique his interest. He flicks a pencil onto Elle’s desk. “Greenaway. You know if pretty boy’s mom is in town or something?” Elle looks up from her monitor, head tilting, “Not that I know of. Besides, doesn’t she not like flying? I don’t think he’d have her come here. Why do you ask?”

Derek doesn’t reply, simply gesturing to the glass doors, where Spencer is walking inside, his mouth twitching to conceal his smile. His steps are measured, like he’s trying to feign calm. He settles at his desk, hunching his back in a way that can’t be comfortable, typing rapidly as his knee jiggles up and down. Elle turns back to Derek, eyes wide with wonder.

“That is not how you look getting off the phone with your mother.”

The incident is quickly forgotten, however, when the BAU team are crammed into a booth in the back of the low-lit bar. Penelope has roped Hotch into helping her bring drinks back from the bar, and the rest are speaking a little too loudly, arms flinging and bumping into the empty glasses littering the table.

All except for Gideon, who, despite having had three glasses of whiskey, is still just as calm and observant as he is fully sober. It is this that causes him to zero in on Spencer, sitting across from him, sandwiched between Morgan and the newly-returned Garcia.

There’s a pink flush across his high cheekbones, and he’s incredibly giggly, all things that are completely expected for him, a few drinks in. However, what the experienced profiler picks up on, are his darting eyes. Spencer can often be found staring into the middle distance, or, since Gideon taught him the importance of building rapport with victims and officers alike, trained steadily on the space between someone’s eyebrows, but this time it’s different.

His eyes flick to whoever’s talking, feigning interest, but every few seconds, it turns back down to his lap, where something is clutched in the hand he keeps under the table. If it were Hotch, Gideon would know with absolute certainty that he was watching his phone, waiting for a text from Haley.

But this is Spencer. The youngest person he knows. The youngest person he knows whose technological knowledge is somehow worse than Gideon’s own. What on earth would have Spencer acting-

Oh. Gideon nearly gasps at Spencer’s movements. On his fifteenth peek down at his lap, Spencer stiffens, then draws his hand up from his lap to get closer to his face. It is his phone, and Spencer Reid has somehow learned to text as quickly as Morgan does. His thumbs fly over the buttons on his phone, and he can’t hold back the smile that spreads on his face.

Gideon’s eyes furrow, and he can’t hold back from nudging Hotch’s shoulder, pointing in Spencer’s direction. Hotch pulls himself away from his conversation with JJ, and Gideon can see his expression morph from mild interest, to confusion, to complete bewilderment. After a beat, his face turns to meet Gideon’s and his normally stoic demeanor is shaken, eyes wide.

Spencer, however, doesn’t even notice his mentors’ faces, still tapping away at his phone and craning his neck to look around the bar.

It’s a while later, when JJ has pulled the team (minus Hotch and Gideon) onto the dance floor, a few drinks past tipsy at this point. She’s laughing out loud, holding Elle’s hand and twirling her under her arm. Penelope and Derek are mock-waltzing, bursting into laughter every few steps, and Spencer…

JJ pauses for a moment, before Elle pulls her into moving again. Her head whips around, trying to find Spencer, before giving up. He must be back at the table with Hotch and Gideon, he was never very comfortable dancing anyway.

The four on the dance floor quickly devolve into a mess, swapping partners until they’re all dizzy and laughing. JJ and Penelope are shimmying back and forth together, when Penelope gasps a little, tapping JJ’s arm without ceasing her movements. “Jayj! Look, see that girl at the bar?” She gestures subtly at a younger woman, probably in her early twenties, wearing a purple wrap top that has JJ sighing wistfully.

“Pen, I think I’ve seen my soulmate. Would it be weird for me to crawl over there and beg her for her shirt?” Penelope giggles, gripping JJ’s forearms so they can sway to the music dramatically. “Just a little, my sweet. How about we go ask her where it’s from, though? I think that would be a little more…” She goes uncharacteristically silent, and it has JJ twisting to see what shut her up. However, Penelope tightens her grip on her arms, keeping her from moving.

“JJ. My love, my heart. You’ll always be honest with me, won’t you?” Now she’s worried. JJ nods quickly, deciding to just focus on Penelope. “Yeah, Garcia, of course. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m seeing things, and you are one of the most qualified people in the world to tell me if I’m going crazy. I’m going to turn us around, and you’re going to look at the woman in that gorgeous top, and you are going to either scream, or send me off to Hotch for a psychological evaluation.” Her tone is serious, hushed, and JJ nods solemnly.

The intricate plan is conducted, and JJ is now facing the bar, her eyes searching for the girl, when she stiffens, sucking in a breath. “Yes! I’m not crazy, you see it right? What is going on!” Penelope smacks her arm repeatedly, but JJ can’t tear her eyes away from it. It being something she couldn’t possibly have prepared herself for, not in her wildest imaginations.

The girl is sitting on a barstool, sipping at a cocktail, and chatting to… Spencer. Spencer, the BAU’s Spencer, child-prodigy-lovable-dork-awkward-mess Spencer Reid, is stood in between her legs, smiling down at Mystery Girl without a hint of fear. It’s devastatingly sweet, his eyes soft in a way she’s never seen before, as he nods along with whatever she’s saying. Penelope jolts her out of her trance with a tap to the arm, JJ whispering, “He’s so… carefree.”

That’s the only way to describe it. He’s looking down at her, eyes locked onto hers, and he’s still. His hands aren’t tapping, his leg isn’t shaking. He’s just looking at her.

JJ can feel Morgan and Elle huddle near her, questioning Penelope about what they’re looking at, before shutting up as they see it. She hears them take twin gasps, and huddle even closer. They stand in silence, surely a hindrance to the people dancing, but they can’t tear themselves away.

It’s only when Spencer shatters their worlds once more that they finally find themselves able to move. Four pairs of eyes follow him, as he leans even further towards Mystery Girl, and they all bulge at once when he raises a hand, carding his fingers through her hair. Penelope whispers, “oh my god”, Elle grips JJ’s arm in a vice grip, and Derek makes an unseemly noise, before gripping their arms, tugging them back to the booth.

They collapse in the seats, faces pale as they look at each other, next to a very confused Gideon and Hotch.

“What? What is it?” Hotch questions them, brow furrowed deeply. None of them speak, however. Only Elle lifts a weak hand to point. She directs their attention to the sight at the bar, and they all turn back to it, gasping once again. They’re… “kissing,” Derek breathes, shocked. Hotch and Gideon stiffen, but still crane their heads until their eyes fall on what has rendered their highly trained team speechless. And their reactions are just as silent.

Mystery Girl has stood up, her arms around Spencer’s neck, and he’s leaned down to meet her lips, hands braced on her hips. It’s honestly not that scandalous, a lazy, casual kiss that they part from with twin smiles, but the FBI agents can’t handle it. They don’t say a word, straining their ears to hear whatever she is saying as he holds her hand (Penelope lets out a squeak at that), and walks with her towards the door, not even noticing that his coworkers have returned to the booth. Her voice is low, but Hotch manages to pick up a few of the words.

“...go home and watch that movie I was telling you about? Metropolis, I think you’ll really…” And they’re off. Spencer Reid has left a bar, holding hands with a girl (that he’s apparently spoken to multiple times? Who refers to a place as home for both of them?), acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

The group sits in silence, unable to muster a comment, when Penelope’s phone buzzes. She checks it, and silently turns the screen over so they can all read it.

BOY GENIUS: Hey Garcia. I wasn’t feeling well so I decided to go home. See you Monday :-)

“What?”

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chuluoyi · 2 years ago

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✎ wife

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

genre: fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding

note: it’s so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojo—loosely a continuation of protect

a part of gojo's love entries

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"Take that off immediately!"

"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"

Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.

"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.

Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."

"How does anyone ever put up with him?"

That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."

Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What the—wife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"

"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.

Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."

Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What woman��"

"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"

Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.

And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that day—

—which happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.

They were convinced that Gojo’s wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.

"He's irresponsible, egotistical—" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.

"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."

"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"

"I know!"

Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.

"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.

You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him later…"

Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."

"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.

And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.

So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.

“Why are you here?” Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."

“Satoru,” you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. “I’m perfectly okay and I don’t need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.”

Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didn’t. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to another—

Gojo-sensei seducing Nanamin’s wife? Nanamin’s wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?

In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: “Homewrecker. Homewrecker!”

Yuji’s shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.

“You absolute idiot,” Nobara hissed, face-palming.

“Oh, Yuji? Nobara?” Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. “And what do you mean by—?”

Yuji yelped. “You! You are! You’re trying to seduce Nanamin’s wife!”

Silence. Gojo’s eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.

“You seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isn’t married,” Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. “And this here, is my wife.”

“Y-your wife?!” Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “H-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a baby—”

“That would be my baby.”

“But how?!”

“Yuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-making—”

“Satoru!”

You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? I’m Y/N, and I’m in charge of the second years.” You gestured towards your husband. “And please, ignore most things he says. He’s a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."

“Wifey! How could you!”

“Shut up, Satoru! You’re embarrassing yourself!”

“What are you doing here?” Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.

Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. “Fushiguro! Gojo-sensei’s wife is a beauty!”

“…I know that already.”

Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"

“They… took me in.”

“THEY WHAT?!”

Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. “And what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?”

Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasn’t bothered at all. If anything, what offended him was—

"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.

Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.

“They look good together?”

“Nanamin is dependable?”

Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. “Tell me that isn’t true—”

You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, “Actually, you might be.”

And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.

Epilogue

“Satoru… come on, you know I was joking.”

Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadn’t faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.

He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my students. You’re so mean!”

You sighed. “I’m sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.”

“Hmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,” you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.

“That’s more like it! Now, now, there’s only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another baby—”

You smacked him on the head.

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inkedinshadows · 5 months ago

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Brooding, Cuddly Shadowsinger

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

A/N: thank you @pey2618 for this one! It was such a cute idea and I love it! I'm always down bad for soft Az. Note: i just finished writing it (it's 11pm here) after a full day of classes, so forgive me if there are mistakes or typos

Prompts: "You're not so scary after all, are you?" + "You're my new pillow now." + reader and az are out somewhere and he is all broody and scares ppl away but when they are home he is as sweet as a marshmallow

Warnings: none! Just fluff

Word count: 824

The party was going well. For you, at least.

When your friend had told you that you could bring Azriel along, you said you would ask, fully believing he'd decline. Instead, he'd agreed to come with you as soon as you mentioned it.

You were sure he was now regretting that decision.

When you were beside him, everything was fine. His hand was on your knee if you were sitting on the couch, on your back when you stood. But whenever you left his side—to get a drink, to dance, to talk with the other guests—it was like a bubble enveloped him. He became quiet, his brows knitted together, and he looked at people as if they might suddenly turn out to be an enemy he needed to fight. Even his shadows were restless, swirling around his shoulders and wings like a dark tempest, calming only when you joined him again and yet never disappearing completely. The all-black clothes definitely didn't help his case.

You couldn't blame people for avoiding him. And when you passed by two girls on your way back from the toilet, you couldn't help but chuckle as you caught a snippet of their conversation.

“I don't really know how she does it.”

“Well, he's very handsome.”

“Yes, but he's terrifying. Just look at him!”

“Yeah, he kinda is…”

You walked up to Azriel, a smile already on your lips. “You're scaring people off.”

His face softened as soon as he saw you, and he shifted to a more relaxed stance, his shadows settling down. But at your words, he frowned. “I'm not doing anything.”

You crossed your arms and looked him up and down. “You're standing here, just brooding.”

Azriel's gaze swept around the room. Some guests quickly looked away from him.

“Why would that scare people?” he asked when his eyes settled on you again.

“Because you're the big, infamous Shadowsinger?” you replied with a teasing smirk. “The High Lord's Spymaster?”

Azriel rolled his eyes, but his lips curled up at the corners. Before he could say anything, you playfully patted his arm.

“Try not to scare too many people, okay?” you quipped. “I'll be right back.”

His expression fell, and for just a moment, he reminded you of a lost puppy. “Why? Where are you going?”

“To say goodbye to everyone.” You were already stepping away, people parting to let you through after a quick glance at Azriel. “I'm taking you home.”

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Not even an hour later, you were back in your room, ready for the night.

Azriel was already in bed. As soon as you slipped under the covers, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. He rested his head on your chest, right on the soft swell of your breasts, his eyes closed as he let out a content sigh.

You laughed softly. “Are you comfy enough?”

He hummed. “Yes. You're my new pillow now.”

You laughed again, shifting just enough to find a comfortable position without disturbing him. Your fingers tangled in his dark curls, while the other hand came to rest on the nape of his neck.

Azriel melted in your arms as every ounce of lingering tension from the day left his body. His shadows vanished, and his wings splayed out above the sheets, covering you like a second blanket. You swore he purred like a cat when you began gently massaging his scalp.

There he was—the big, infamous Shadowsinger who had terrified everyone at the party just hours earlier.

“You're not so scary after all, are you?” you murmured. “Those people just didn't know you like I do.”

He nuzzled into your chest, his voice already groggy as he mumbled, “No one knows me like you do, love.”

You smiled and kissed the top of his head. “That's right. Just me.”

With another soft sigh, Azriel settled against you. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his long eyelashes tickling you every time his eyes fluttered.

The party had drained him, despite the fact that he hadn't danced or interacted that much. But being around so many people could be overwhelming for him, especially when in an environment so different from what he was used to. Yet he had still come with you.

“Why did you come to the party?” you asked quietly.

Azriel’s arms tightened around you. “Wanted to be with you,” he mumbled, the words blurring together.

He was adorable. Utterly, sickeningly adorable.

“Go to sleep,” you murmured. “I love you.”

You felt his small smile against your skin as he whispered, “Love you too…”

You continued stroking his hair, holding him close to your heart, right where he belonged.

To others, he might be scary. Terrifying, even. The Shadowsinger, the Spymaster, the one no one truly knew.

But to you, he was this—a sweet, cuddly male who needed the comfort of his mate's embrace.

To you, he was just Az.

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bbokicidal · 3 months ago

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Maybe Our Last .:. SKZ [L.FX]

Genre : Smut Pairing : Lee Felix x Fem!Reader Warnings : DUB-CON, Tentacle penetration I don't know HOW ELSE to word it!!, Hentai-esque themes, Monster Fucking (essentially), Throat fucking (kind of)

Kinktober Day 6 of 10 : Monster fucking w/ Felix Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 3.8K

I'm going to write a small snippet here because I need this to be clear; There is no sex between Felix and the reader; Changbin is the character who becomes the tentacle monster so technically he's fucking them both lol, and both Felix & the reader experience a sort of aphrodisiac which is why this is labeled as Dub-Con. If you don't like this type of shit just DON'T FUCKING READ IT LOL - also I've never written anything like this before so if it's bad... oh well.

You’d caught his eye the moment you walked into the party; The outfit, the style you’d worn your natural hair in, the dramatic makeup, the contacts, the thigh highs, the cute shoes –

Felix had seen that character multiple times before; A beauty from one of his favorite animes in the world and now it was like she’d come right to life in front of his very eyes in the form of your Halloween costume.

If he was honest, Felix wasn’t sure how he was going to keep his composure around you that night. You already made his heart race before, your demeanor was always so pleasant and kind towards him any time the two of you had bumped into each other or conversed as your friends spoke with each other, and now he knew you were about as big a nerd as he was; Which made you 10 times more attractive. As if you could get any more perfect.

Hell - He wasn’t even sure how he got you to sit down and talk to him on the couch like this; Your legs thrown over his lap, his hands resting respectfully atop them while the two of you chit-chatted as if you weren’t sitting in the middle of a massive college Halloween party. Biggest one that happened on campus, actually; Changbin just had that reputation going for him; Couldn’t let his people down this year, could he?

Music blared around the two of you, people dancing and singing, drinking ungodly concoctions of Rum and juice and edible glitter and making out against the walls; someone gagging just behind at the smell that was slowly flooding out of the downstairs restroom and towards the kitchen. Though, it felt as though none of it mattered as you were in your own little world with Felix.

“Yeah, I mean - her basic outfit is just so boring so I guess I tried to recreate the ascended version; I just think it’s cooler.”

“Definitely.” Call Felix a loser. He can’t keep himself from staring over at you in admiration, awe rushing through his veins the more you talk about what you thought of the show and what your opinions on different arcs were. His replies remain short and sweet - and you try your best to keep the conversation going, you do, but it’s hard to focus when he’s just so… pretty.

With a pink knitted sweater tucked into light wash jeans, he’d managed to secure a small pair of white wings to his back. He’d buttered up his look by applying glittering hairspray to the platinum locks that fell down over his shoulders and framed his face so well, a chunkier rose gold glitter overtaking the freckles on his cheeks. It seemed to complete the look for the cutest pixie you’d ever seen in your life; Not that you’d seen many.

“So you know the guy who lives here?” You question, tone soft. You’d heard of him before but you’d never talked to him personally; You’d really only been invited to the party because he was a friend of a friend.

Felix’s lips part before he nods, a shy and polite smile overtaking his lips. “Ah - Yeah. Changbin’s a close friend of mine. He’s pretty cool, I guess.” His eyes darted over to peek at said friend, Changbin’s head popping into the restroom as his hand secured its hold on the doorframe. He looks as though he’s investigating something but Felix hasn’t a clue what, so instead of fretting about it he turns his attention back to you. “You don’t?” Felix quips before continuing. “I mean - you don’t know him?”

You blink a few times, offering a small shake of your head. “Oh, no. He’s a friend of my friend, Hyunjin. They’re practically attached at the hip and I see him around every so often but I don’t think I’ve ever had a full conversation with him before, you know?” You smile, giving a shrug. “We just don’t really run in the same friend group I guess. No big deal.”

The hand that had previously been resting against your shin - which was placed in Felix’s lap as you lounged back on the sofa in Changbin’s living room - moved to instead gently grasp at your knee. Felix giggles, “You should talk to him sometime. He’s genuinely one of the nicest guys I know. I get that his physique can be kind of intimidating but he’s really a nice guy. Maybe after the party we can –”

“Oh my God,” A girl shrieking from behind the sofa causes your body to jolt in surprise, your leg pulling off of Felix’s lap. He selfishly misses the contact immediately but lets his gaze pull from you to the young woman standing just over your shoulder. She’s turned away, her hand shaking as she points to the bathroom doorway. Changbin was gone, but where his hand had previously rested was now an oozing trail of green slime. Like something had slapped against the doorway and left a puddle that dripped down the polished wood. “Changbin?!” She cries, free hand pressing over her mouth. “Are you okay?!”

Hyunjin pushes past a few people to get to the girl, his hand resting against her arm as he glances between her horrified expression and the bathroom doorway. “What -?! What? What’s going on? Why are you yelling?” He stares down at her, the girl trembling under his touch. Her face had gone ghastly white, her joints blushed with blood that tried to push through to her extremities that had long lost all sense of warmth.

“Changbin,” She gasps out her friend’s name, her fingers shaking horribly as they dig into her cheek in terror. “He was trying to figure out what that awful smell was but I just – I saw him get pulled into the bathroom by something! I swear, it was like a monster - It was –”

The atmosphere turns horridly tense. The air thickens with dread as people begin to back away from the bathroom and some even turn to leave, wanting to get out of the house in case something horrible had happened. What if it was another person and Changbin had just been attacked? What if there was a serious sense of danger in the house now? And as you listen in, your chest feels heavy enough to cave in on you. You didn’t know Changbin well but that didn’t mean you didn’t care about him. He seemed like a genuine guy and right now you could only hope that this was some sick, cruel Halloween prank happening.

By the time you push yourself up off of the couch to even move into action Hyunjin is already in the bathroom doorway. His rushed demeanor comes to a sudden halt as he stops where the door cracks open, his gaze settled behind it and directed towards the shower. Everyone seems so quiet now, waiting impatiently for Hyunjin to give them some sort of update.

The only response they get for at least five seconds is the color draining from his face. His jaw clenched as he huffs out a breath before his body turns back to the living room and he pushes himself to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He points, throwing his arm towards the front door that isn’t too far from where you stand. “Get out!” His voice leaves his throat in a scratching scream, begging for people to run from whatever it was he had seen in the bathroom only moments ago. “Get the fuck out!” He cries. “Run! Fucking run!”

People scatter; Dust settled on a shelf for decades now disturbed and dispersing into the once pure air. Footsteps are loud and heavy as some book it for the upstairs area, their shoes thumping heavy against the wooden steps. Most head for the front or back doors, Hyunjin’s hands pushing people to move into action as screams and cries fill the house and drown into the music still playing from the stereo speakers.

The bathroom door slides open and what emerges makes your blood run cold.

That wasn’t Changbin.

That was a monster.

With eyes pure white and veins pulsing angrily in his throat, the Senior exited the bathroom not on his own two legs; Maybe not of his own free will. His head lulled as if he was no longer present, the parasite within him pushing him to exit and begin to attack. His upper half looked as if it had been melted and glued to the body of an octopus - if that octopus had biohazard green tentacles and slime oozing from every orifice. It pushed out of the corners of his mouth as his expression turned into a heavy scowl, his head tipping in the direction of the people scrambling for the front door - one of the tentacles reaching out in a quicker manner than expected. It had taken him so long to reveal himself that you were sure he was sluggish when it came to movement, but the tentacle seemed to snap out and wrap around the closest person’s waist.

Hyunjin gasped in horror as the wet surface slid and soaked his band tank, grabbing onto him tight and curling around him a few times to ensure he couldn’t escape from its hold. The tip of the tentacle smothered his cheek in goo and he visibly cringed, pulling his head back as far as he could while it rubbed against his face.

You hadn’t even realized your own body had become frozen in its place until Felix had reached for you, his fingers lacing with yours to pull you back to him. “Hey,” He yells over the noise, gently tugging on your arm, “We’ve gotta go!”

Your eyes drag to Felix before you nod, surely out of it by everything you were witnessing. This had to be some horrible nightmare - surely. Changbin wasn’t some scary tentacle monster and Hyunjin wasn’t getting smothered in goo and this house party was not just taken over by some… alien octopus parasite!

Felix moves to guide you as far from Changbin as he can get you, which isn’t very far unfortunately. His attempt is futile; The moment he rounds the couch it’s already too late. A tentacle had wound around your ankle and begun to lift already, refusing to let you go while suspending you mid-air. Felix, also refused to let you go.

He cried out as his hand was ripped from yours, watching you be lifted towards the ceiling as you screamed and begged for him to find a way to get you down. “Felix!” Your gasps were slashes to his heart, the knife twisting and digging into the muscle, ripping it apart. “Felix - Help me! Help me!”

Though he’s no better off. A third leg had wrapped over Felix’s chest, slime oozing from what looked to be the suction cups of the tentacle - only open and gaping as they sucked and clung to his sweater tight. Felix’s mouth opens though no sounds escape, his body only reacting as it knows how to when he’s this terrified. His hands come down on the tentacle and he hates how smooth it is, how slimy and wet it feels against his skin. “Let me go,” He gasps out, his head turning to look over towards Changbin’s upper half. Not that he’s really Changbin anymore. “Changbin-hyung! Let me go! Let me go, I’m your friend!”

Felix’s head snaps in your direction instead as he hears your voice letting out soft whines. The tentacle holding you up by your leg had tightened its grip and squirmed down towards your inner thigh, still wrapped up against you so snug that it made the soft fat beneath it bulge under your thigh highs. He didn’t even bother to take in the way your skirt had flipped upside down to reveal the pink panties underneath - He didn’t care. He was instead watching a separate tentacle rubbing against your face as if it were nuzzling you, smearing a pale green goo over your cheek and towards your mouth that made you spit in disgust. The tentacle pushes lower instead and wraps loose around your neck, your eyes darting down to watch as the suction cups open and release what looks like a sort of gas.

Your gasps are immediate, the sweet scent filling your body as you cried, “What the fuck is that?!”

Felix barely even registered that the tentacle wrapped over his chest had done the same, and when he did he was dumb enough to look down right into it. The scent was… nice. Pleasant. It made his body hum with a pleasant vibration that made him feel so warm and fuzzy. A feeling akin to being drunk for the first time - feeling a little out of it, a little loose. It felt immediate, too.

His body slowly began to relax as the gas fogged around his head, the cups closing shortly after to let the air around your bodies clear. His eyes slowly pulled back to you, and though you were a bit hazy now, you were still there.

The tentacle wrapped over your neck slithered down towards your chest, wrapping beneath the swell of your breasts tight so the fabric pulled taught against your curves - and the poor pixie across from you couldn’t stop himself from looking. He didn’t even feel guilty about it at the moment either. In any other circumstance he would’ve been too respectful and shy to even steal a quick glance but now, something about it felt so shameless.

The tentacle slipped lower to give your body more support, leveling you out so you could essentially lay as though you were in bed instead of being hung upside down. How kind of it.

Felix swallows hard as his eyes trail over. He watches the tentacle holding onto your leg adjust itself so your thighs push apart for it and your body seems to naturally comply, your head tipping back as you allow the creature that was once Felix’s best friend to bend your body to its will. He finds himself whimpering when the tentacle pushes higher, the tip of the appendage wriggling and squirming over your skin until it tucked under your skirt and pried at your panties.

Your lips part in a sharp gasp, a heavy blush coating your cheeks at the realization that it’s trying to get at the most intimate of spaces on your body. The appendage curls tight around your panties before it begins to pull back, though when they refuse to move from your hips because of how snug they are - it opts to instead rip them right open. The fabric falls like nothing from your body before the tentacle moves back to work, your skirt ruffling against your hips and thighs as it pushes over your slit and curls the very tip around your clit in an effort to make you moan. And it works, of course.

Felix’s cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you being touched like this. He knows it’s gross - knows it’s dirty and knows you’ll no doubt judge him for enjoying nasty Hentai like this (if you even live to see the next morning…) but he really can’t help it. He can’t help that he’s getting hard at the sight of you like this. It’s like a scene right out of a movie he’d watched recently - The tentacles, your stupid Halloween outfit…

“Felix…” Your soft call of his name makes him snap back into reality - which isn’t far from his fantasies right now. His hands tightened down on the tentacle wrapped over his chest as he felt something push between his own legs; An appendage separate from the others had slipped up his left leg and prodded at the bulge in his jeans, curling slowly around the outline of his half-hard cock while he whined. His lashes fluttered and he squirmed at the feeling, the friction more than enough to make him chub up just a little bit more.

He curses, whimpering under his breath. “Fuck,” Felix gasps, biting down hard into his lip to stop any other sounds from escaping from his mouth.

His gaze darts back to you just in time to see the tentacle between your legs begin to squirm back. The cups along the inner section of the appendage open slowly and begin to once again ooz the slime that had slicked up your face and soaked into your costume’s top. It dripped over your inner thighs and as you sucked in a breath, the tip of the tentacle pushed carefully into your entrance. It eased it’s way in until it was nearly five inches deep - though this wasn’t quite like having sex with just.. Some guy. First of all - this was a monster; Second - the tentacle was thick.

It felt as though it was attempting to split you right in half, wriggling deeper before finally pulling back and pushing into you once more.

“Oh my God,” Your voice leaves in a desperate hum. Felix watches in both shock and awe as your head falls back at the feeling of your pussy being filled to the brim; The little suction cups kissing at your walls every time it pushed into you further, the tip squirming against the entrance to your cervix and begging to be let in - to fill you until you would burst.

Felix’s head swirls as his gaze drops once more. He stares at the tentacle wriggling its way into his waistband, his mouth dropping open to let out a moan that makes him feel disgusting. He’s enjoying this and part of him loathes himself for it. “Shit,” He whines, the appendage wrapping around his cock when it slipped into his boxers and smothering his length in slick, sticky goo. It soaked through to the denim of his jeans and caused a heavy, damp stain that made him embarrassed and made him whine in protest. His hands curled into fists, reaching down with both to try and rid the appendage from his waistband before another - smaller and thin as a rope - wrapped tight around his wrists at lightning speed. He trembles as his arms are pulled above his head, no longer able to defend himself against the tentacle wrapping around his cock and making him twitch and writhe in pleasure. “Fuck – Fuck,” He cries, his toes curling in his sneakers at the ache that forms through his abdomen. “Fuck –!”

Your eyes finally press open as you hear Felix whining across from you, your gaze settling first on his flushed and desperate expression before falling to watch as the tentacle below wraps around his cock and coats him in goo. You can’t see anything but you know it’s a delicious sight.

Though, the appendage previously touching Felix seems to realize something of its own - It can’t fill Felix like it can with you, so it would have to find another way to inject its semen into the man.

“Shit,” Your whisper is barely audible as you peek up, watching the tentacle drag over Felix’s chest before coming up and prodding at his lips. He barely has time to react as it forces it’s way into his mouth, pushing at the back of his throat and making him choke on a whimper as goo drips down the corners of his mouth. His gaze meets yours before you watch as his eyes flick down between your legs, watching the tentacle between your thighs pump into you quicker than before. Your shaky, unstable moans meet Felix’s ears and he hates that the mix of seeing you getting fucked and having his mouth used at the same time are what makes him coat the inside of his jeans in cum that mixes with the goo left behind.

Your gasps become frantic as the tentacle pushes further into you, stretching you as much as it can before it suddenly stops, burying itself into your walls and pumping something out of the cups that had once again opened. You can feel it; It’s hot and heavy, thick, creamy. Holding a promise of your demise.

It’s the same moment that the tentacle buried in Felix’s throat seems to release the essence, Felix choking and gagging and closing his eyes in embarrassment as it fills his mouth full. The tentacle retracts as quickly as it came, black leaking from the corners of the pixie’s mouth as he swallows and spits at the same time - trying to figure out what it is and what to do in his post-sex haze.

The appendage between your thighs retracts and as exhaustion waves over you, so do the rest. Your body falls from the air and hits the ground with a heavy thud, Felix’s following only moments later. You land on your side, eyes glossy with tears of fear and pleasure as you look over at where Felix lay on his stomach to your right. His eyes are closed, though it’s not long before they slowly flutter open and attempt to meet your gaze. Felix’s hand slowly shifts from his side, coming to meet your own. His fingers curl into your palm as he sighs out, his body giving into the exhaustion and slumping against the hardwood - his cheek squished against the floor and his brain shutting off.

While you remain conscious a while longer, your eyes slowly move around to what you can see of the room. Hyunjin sits slumped against the wall, black ooze dripping down his chin and throat. His mouth had been filled the same as Felix, though while it happened a bit earlier on after he was grabbed, his body had already begun to turn. He was no longer present, his lower half bubbling and steaming and his legs gone, four appendages already present and squirming as the others began to form.

Your eyes slowly dragged back to the blonde laying beside you, your thumb swiping over his knuckles in admiration. You take in the way his hair falls over his eyes, the way his lips part and the way the chunky rose gold glitter on his cheeks only adds to the charm of the deep brown freckles painting his skin. Part of you was… happy, that he’d fallen asleep before he’d seen what had happened to Hyunjin; What would happen to him now, too. Though as you lay in exhaustion and attempt to fight the sleep, as your brain clears itself of the fog and begins to be overrun by the slime that had entered your body and taken control of every functioning system left inside of you, and the fear settles into your chest; The realization that this would be the last time you would be human, the last time you would see Felix’s face. So you fight the sleep a little longer, just enough to try and memorize every detail of the man laying across from you before he becomes a monster, too. Your head pounds with the need to rest as your eyes finally drop closed, your body slumping and going loose as your future ahead of you lay unknown. But again, holding the promise of your demise.

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That's Life - M.S

A.N: After the stream where Matt said he liked the name June– which has been a name on my baby list for YEARS now – I couldn't stop thinking about this scenario, so I decided to write it. Sorry if it's bad. (I'd also say they are still very young in this, maybe 23/24. But imagine any age you want, I don't really specify.) Hope you enjoy!

summary: dad!matt - a cute snippet of Matt and y/n becoming brand new parents and Chris and Nick meeting their niece for the first time. mainly fluff :')

warnings: none, really. maybe swearing and mentions of blood? (also use of y/n because apparently that is hated? idk)

word count: 2.4k

"Kid, hold her fucking neck." Matt panics as Chris readjusts in his seat on the couch.

"Matt shut the fuck up, I think I know how to hold my own niece." he retorts.

"No, you clearly don't you idiot."

I peer to my left, he holds her with one hand under her head and one hand under her butt, propping her in front of him on his lap. She's perfectly fine, Matt just worries.

"Look she's fine. She's with uncle Chris." Chris looks at her adoringly but Matt cautiously watches, biting his nails.

"How are you feeling?" Nick asks beside me, rubbing my shoulder as I eat my burger. I was starving and the first thing I wanted after giving birth was In and Out, so Matt made sure Nick and Chris brought it for me.

"I'm so tired but just relieved everything went okay."

It was a long labor, almost 20 hours and about an hour of pushing. I waited to the very last minute to get an epidural and Matt almost passed out once he saw what it actually was.

"That goes in your fucking spine?" He squeaks, his face turning pale as he nearly keels over.

I'm sat up with the anesthesiologist behind me prepping the needle. I grab Matt's forearms and bring him to stand between my legs so he's hunching in front of me before I collapse my head into his chest and groan.

"Don't fucking look at it, hold my hands." I seethe through the pain as I wait for the contraction to pass.

"I'm so sorry," He says into my ear as they stick the catheter into my spine and I stay as still as possible.

"I want In and Out after this is all over," I breath out, beginning to feel my lower half go numb.

"I'm getting you whatever you fucking want, sweetheart." He looks me dead in the eyes.

"It's kinda fucking nuts that she was just inside you, how the fuck did you like..." Chris speaks up looking between the baby and me. "Push her out..." He hesitates and I burst out laughing as Matt throws his arms up and shakes his head at him, stopping himself from knocking Chris' shoulder.

"Well, it wasn't easy." I wipe my tears from my eyes due to my laughter and Nick gives me my water so I don't choke on my dry ass fries.

"Women are the strongest people on the planet." Nick chimes and Matt smiles proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's fucking right. So much respect after all I witnessed." Matt rubs his eyes, seeming to be mentally reflecting the past 36 hours.

"She's so fucking cute, looks nothing like Matt." Chris comments, a small smirk growing on his face at the playful jab.

"Okay, give her back you're pissing me off." Matt quickly but gently takes her back even as Chris protests and pouts, sulking back into his chair.

"Lost your baby holding privileges," Nick points at him as Chris makes a face and sticks his tongue out, a throaty bellow echoing in the hospital room.

Nick immediately hushes him. "Can you not act like a barbarian? Fucking idiot." He scolds him.

Matt cradles her softly and my heart still melts at the sight of him holding her. It makes everything I went through so worth it. The both of them do.

I lay there in shock with a wailing baby placed on my chest. I look up at Matt on my left and he's got his hand over his mouth and tears brimming his eyes, staring at our baby with so much love.

My chest blooms with warmth and I look down at our daughter. Anyone else would look at her and think she was gross, being purple, covered in goop and blood, but she was quite literally breathtaking. Matt blubbers and bends down so he's more level to me.

"Oh my fucking god," he laughs through his emotion, wiping his eyes quickly and placing a hand on her blanketed back, her cries dying down.

"How the fuck did you do that? You're amazing oh my god." He rambles, kissing my sweaty hairline and I shake my head not really knowing how I did this either.

They let Matt cut the umbilical cord before taking her off me to bathe her quickly.

Matt grabs my face checking in on me. He scans all over my face,"You okay? You did so good, oh my fucking god." I nod quickly, feeling my adrenaline still rushing. It's a weird feeling to describe, but I am so happy.

"She was so tiny, did you see her?" I ask him, my voice a little shaky and he nods laughing, tears still shining in his eyes.

"I did, I did. She's perfect. Thank you." He kisses my lips this time and then looks over to the nurses bringing her over to him.

"You want to hold her, dad?" The nurse smiles and he visibly pales but nods nonetheless and takes her into his arms.

He looks at her and begins to tear up again, having to compose himself by looking up shaking his head. When he looks back at me, I'm sent me over the edge into my own fit of tears.

I would relive this day over and over again to just see that look on his face.

He walks over to Nick who's still beside me, bouncing her slightly.

"Nick, cmon. You've yet to hold her." Matt nods toward Nick to take her from his arms. Nick immediately shakes his head and steps back.

"No she's too fresh and tiny. I don't want to break her." He declines.

"Chris get him the pillow. Nick, hold her. You won't break her I promise you." I give him a reassuring rub on the arm and his eyes widen.

"I'm scared," He squeals quietly as he sits down in the chair and Chris sets up the pillow in his lap. Nick covers his mouth as he watches Matt walk over to him.

Chris puts a hand on his shoulder, "Nick it's gonna be fine." He giggles at his antics and I stifle my own laughter.

"Dude c'mon, I'm telling you to hold my kid not a bomb." Matt rolls his eyes and Nick flips him off.

Matt places her carefully so she's snug in Nick's arms and he freezes immediately.

"What do I do?" He looks up at me in fear.

"Just that. You're doing fine. See, she's perfectly content in your arms." I tell him softly and grab Matt's arm so he stands next to me.

I kiss his forearm and he looks back at me with a warm smile, wrapping his arm around me and sitting beside me on the bed. He pulls me in gently before kissing the top of my head.

"I'm trying to see any real defining features in her but she quite literally just looks like a baby," he studies her face as Chris takes photos of them.

"She definitely looks more like y/n," Matt says, rubbing my arm lightly before stealing one of my fries from my tray.

"I think she has my nose for sure. She hasn't really opened her eyes yet, maybe you can try and wake her up. The nurse should be coming soon to help me feed her."

"I just realized, what's her name?" Nick asks, lightly rubbing her cheek with the back of his finger to try and wake her.

"Yeah, have you guys finally decided?" Chris sits down next to Nick on the couch.

Matt and I look at each other. We had been debating her name since we first saw her face. Of course we had a list prepared but we didn't want to settle on a name until we could match it to her face.

It was hard agreeing on names at first as we had very different tastes but there was one that kept coming back up in conversation and once we saw her it was a no brainer.

I nudge Matt, "Go ahead, tell them." I lean my head against his shoulder.

"Her name is June," They 'aw' in unison.

"June Iris Sturniolo." Matt tells them her full name and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

"I love that, such a sweet name.” Nick smiles down at her.

"Does it have a meaning? Or did you guys just like the name?" Chris pulls back her hat.

"Holy shit, she has a lot of hair." he comments.

"Explains all of my heartburn." I huff and Matt giggles beside me.

"We liked the name and we were looking at lot of nature names, month names, classic names. We landed on June a few times when going over names but didn't want to make it official until we saw her." I start and Matt nods before speaking up.

"Well, we had some music playing during the whole labor and everything but after Y/N started pushing, our playlist ended and started playing whatever. And right before June came out, the song That's Life by Frank Sinatra played. And in the song, there's a line that goes: You're riding high in April, shot down in May but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm back on top, back on top in June. Right when we heard that and then we saw her face, we knew that was her name." Matt concluded and I tear up.

"That's so fucking cool,"

"Stop I have chills, oh my god."

"And Iris was my grandmothers name, but we also liked how it sounded with June. It was proven really hard to find a middle name that sounded good with June and Sturniolo." I laugh.

“I love that her name has a cool story behind it that you can tell her one day.” Nick says and I get emotional thinking about telling my daughter the day of her birth.

"Hi June, you gonna wake up for us?" Chris speaks softly to her. She stays put as Nick and Chris look at her expectantly.

"I wouldn't want to open my eyes either if I were just in a a warm dark place for almost nine months and all of sudden I'm in a bright ass hospital room with a loud idiot." Matt speaks looking directly at Chris.

"She must take that after you," I say playfully and rub his chest. He rolls his eyes.

"Aw, a little Mattitude." Chris uses a baby voice, tickling her belly playfully. “Look she even makes Matt’s stank face he does when he’s mad.” He points.

“Oh my god she does,” Nick exclaims.

"Not to be weird, but you are all basically her father since you have identical DNA. Also if you guys have children one day, they'll be genetically June's half-siblings." I state my fun fact and all their faces drop.

Nick gasps, "Wait, that's actually crazy because I was just going to joke around and say 'aw she has my eye-bags'." His eyes widen and I shrug at him proving my point.

"That's so fucking weird." Matt shakes his head in realization.

Chris acts repulsed, putting a hand up. "Yeah, I don't like thinking about that. I'm no one's father, thank God." He does the sign of the cross.

"Yes. Thank God for that." Matt says shortly.

"I don't know, I think Chris will be a good dad one day." I defend him and Matt gives the side eye.

"Thank you y/n," He says with a hand over his heart.

He walks over to me and gives me a side hug. I kiss his cheek, offering him a fry and he takes it appreciatively.

"I'm definitely staying the fun uncle." Nick states, turning his attention back to June. "One day, you'll be big enough to stay at Uncle Nick's and I'll get you anything you want without your parents knowing," he says quietly to her but we can all still hear him.

She begins to stir in his arms and he freezes again.

"Oh no, she's waking up. Is she gonna cry?" he panics. "Matt quick, take her."

"She might want the boob," he says taking June out of Nick's hold.

She begins to fuss and squirm but Matt calmly shushes her and begins to bounce lightly.

"It's her feeding time in 15 minutes, should I try without the nurse?" I look up at Matt and he shrugs.

"I don't see why not. She's clearly hungry now."

"Uh, should we leave?" Chris says awkwardly and I wave him off.

"I'm gonna cover myself don't worry. Unless you want to leave," I say nonchalantly, not having a care in the world after just about everyone in this hospital has seen me naked. But of course I won't be flashing anyone.

"Junie don't cry, here's mama. She's got the food." Matt tells her quietly, bringing her to me as Chris clears my lap for me and goes to sit down next to Nick again.

"My baby," I pout as I grab her and her little cries die down once she's in my arms. "You already know the deal sister, let's see if we can do this." I talk to her confidently hoping I can do this on my own.

Matt stands beside helping me cover up and get June in the right position.

"There you go, all better." Matt speaks to her softly as she latches on and I exhale in relief. "Good job, mama." He runs his fingers through my hair and rubs my neck.

The nurse walks in mid-feed and praises me. "Looks like you've got it under control here." She smiles and checks my vitals quickly before stepping back out of the room.

Once June finishes eating I burp her upright on my lap, facing her towards everyone. At this point she's wide awake and everyone is staring at her.

"Oh my gosh, her eyes are like, gray," Nick says.

"Can she see me?" Chris waves at her, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out.

"Her eyes will most likely change color, they can change up until she's a year." I tell them. "And she can probably see you as a blob, Chris. Stop dancing." I tell him and he stops mid griddy.

"Oh..." He looks defeated and she burps loudly in that moment, making him laugh. "Why does she burp louder than me, she's like 12 hours old." he jokes.

I feel Matt's hand on my shoulder again and he gives me another squeeze. I look up at him and smile tiredly, he leans down to give me a kiss. Something we rarely do in front of others because we hate PDA. But we can't help it this time.

I hear a snap of a camera and we both look to see Nick with his film camera.

"I couldn't resist. First family portrait." he smiles softly. "I can't believe you're a father, Matthew."

"Believe it, kid."

"Nick, will you actually take our family photos when we get home." I ask rubbing Junie's back.

"The fact that you even asked that," he says looking offended and everyone laughs. "Of course I will, though."

#sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #dad!matt #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolohouse

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borathae · 24 days ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #58 - A Proposition]

“When you scratch Jungkook’s back for sleep.”

Genre: married life!AU, slice of life!AU, Fluff!!!

Warnings: Kookoo being the cutest bean to have ever beaned, he shadowboxes her hand and is cute with it, kissies and snugglies <3, he asks for back scratches <3, this is so cute and cozy

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: i just really love writing domestic fluff <3 especially with ogc!koo because he is actually THE CUTEST husband ever <3 have fun besties 🧡

The house is squeaky clean. The room is aired out and the sheets are as fresh as they can get. To top it all off, you shaved your legs and moisturised and washed your hair.

You have reached peak, enjoying it under the sheets with a good book on your phone. You love being clean.

Jungkook, your sweet husband and love of your life, leaves the en-suite.

“I just washed my hair, shaved and moisturised. I feel like a newborn”, he says, strutting to the closet for a fresh pair of loose boxers. He likes sleeping in them.

“I get you. Me too”, you say without looking up from the book. It is a really good book.

Newly dressed, Jungkook gets on the bed. He rolls over until he is by your side, making a sound for it as if he was in an action movie.

You smile to yourself and reach over to pet his head.

“Huah, huh, hwah!” he exclaims, boxing your open palm as quickly as he can with as little impact as possible. It makes the funniest slapping sound and doesn’t hurt in the slightest. You snicker in amusement.

“I’m just kidding. I love you”, he says and kisses your palm repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t serious. Heh. I love you.”

You finally look at him. He is too adorable not to. You want to be annoying back. You close your fingers on his lips so they are trapped in a pout, then squeeze.

“Meep”, you act as if you were using them to sound a horn, cackling loudly when Jungkook lifts his pretty eyes to glare.

You touch his chin and lean down to peck his lips. He retorts it all too eagerly.

“You’re adorable.”

He grins cutely, giving you a little snicker.

“Should we do something horny?” he asks.

“Why do you always ask that right after we changed the sheets? Can’t we enjoy fresh sheets for one night?” you ask, laughing.

“Because I get cozy horny when everything is fresh. I was just asking, you never know”, he insists very innocently, earning himself another smooch.

“Whatever, doofus. Maybe another time if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, that’s okay”, he says and gets a kiss for it.

After the kiss, you return to the book while Jungkook looks at you. Yes, he looks at you. This may sound boring, but it is the most exciting thing he could do. He wasn’t truly serious about his previous question – a whipped man had to do what a whipped man had to do. Maybe you would have said yes and he could have been even closer to you, but he doesn’t mind that you said no. He loves looking at you.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, pook. You’re pretty too.”

He lies down on his stomach and props his arms up on his elbows so he can rest his chin on his palms.

“I like your hair and your skin and your face. And I like your body and how you’re so pretty.”

“I like this about you too, baby.”

He kicks his feet giddily and giggles.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

You smile to yourself, petting his hair. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. Once you pull back, he continues to gaze at you. He gets comfortable by laying his head on your lap.

“Hey”, you say, giving him attention.

“Hey”, he smiles.

You retort it and take the phone into one hand so you can use the other to play with his hair and ear piercings.

“This is nice”, he lets you know, relaxing.

It becomes harder and harder for Jungkook to keep looking at you. Your loving touch is like a sleeping spell to him. The strongest and most wonderful sleeping spell ever. At one point he even has to break the silence to slurp.

You look at him.

“Are you drooling on me?”

“No?”

You glance at the wet spot he left on your nightgown and which he currently tries to wipe away.

“What’s that then?”

“Nothing. Listen. It’s not my fault that I got sleepy. You played with my hair.”

You laugh fondly, looking back into the book.

“You don’t have to stay up for my sake.”

“If I fall asleep, you’ll stop petting me.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

He nuzzles you, ending it with a kiss. Afterwards, he rests his head on your lap again, tracing your stomach mindlessly.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“This is either gonna be serious or silly.” You put your phone aside for now. “I’m listening.”

“I will give you a very long full body massage tomorrow if you give me back scratches right now.”

“Interesting proposition. What if I have to work late tomorrow? It’s gonna be Friday after all.”

“Then, I’ll do it Saturday. You’ll get it. Including a foot massage.”

“Wow, high stakes indeed. But only if I give you scratches right now?”

“Yes. Then I owe you a debt.”

You laugh softly. You are so in love with him and his little goofball jokes.

“Alright, deal. Get comfy.”

“Hell yeah, this rocks”, he says under his breath and rolls onto his stomach. He shimmies his hips to get them comfortable, then gives you a look from the corner of his eye.

“Like this?” you ask him, crawling to him.

He nods his head. His cheek is nuzzled into the pillow, he has his arms bent and hidden halfway underneath it.

You fix the blanket so it covers his legs and yours, then sit down on the back of his thighs.

“So.” You slam your hands on his butt because butt slaps are your shared love language at this point. “How do you wanna do this?”

“I want it on my back and my sides and my arms and also my neck. And when you do my hair, can you do it with your entire hands? Run them through it, you know?”

“You really thought about it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I love your scratches.”

“Alright, I’ll do it like that”, you say and begin.

He shivers within the first touch, skin covered in goosebumps. He closes his eyes, sighing in happiness.

“I just got the shivers. It’s so nice.”

“It is” you agree, falling into the moment of relaxation with him.

You aren’t on social media a lot because you actually have a life and don’t have time for it. But on the rare occasions you are, you sometimes see “relationship humour” posts about unhappy girlfriends who complain about having to scratch their boyfriend’s back. You don’t get those women.

You could pet Jungkook for hours. It is so nice for you. You love him so much – so incredibly much – and when you can pamper him, it feels as if you are able to cover him in your love. Each inch of him is so precious to you and knowing that you can adore them fulfills you.

Perhaps you are just unnaturally obsessed with him, but you genuinely could pet and scratch him for hours.

He relaxes and breathes deeply when you scratch his back. When you tickle his sides lightly, he shivers and melts deeper into the sheets. His arms instantly are covered in goosebumps when you run your nails over them. And when you play with his hair, scratching his scalp at the same time, he makes little sounds of relaxation.

It is awesome. Petting him is awesome.

“It’s so nice”, he whispers, sounding happy. Knowing that this brings him happiness is another reason why you love petting him.

You run your fingers to his back and include your nails. He likes it when you stroke them up and down his entire back and when you include his arms on your way up and his sides on your way down.

You love touching him. Of course it can be understood in a sexy manner as well, you are obsessed with him when it comes to that. But right now, this isn’t sexual. This is intimate and connecting. You love touching him because it connects you to him. Feeling is such a constant sense. The skin feels clothes, temperature, air, movements. You constantly feel and yet when you get to pamper Jungkook, you are finally aware of this sense.

His skin is so soft and his hair is even softer. You play with his baby hair at the nape of his neck, making him shudder.

He peels his eyes open, murmuring something you can’t make out. He looks very disoriented and sleepy.

“Did I wake you?”

“Hm.”

“Sorry, just relax”, you whisper and bury your hands in his hair to play with it.

He sighs and closes his eyes.

“I dreamed of you”, he is dragging his words sleepily.

“You did?”

“You called me handsome and you were so pretty.”

“You are, baby. You’re so handsome.”

“___, you can’t ever get hurt”, he whispers before his face relaxes completely.

His right arm twitches into a different position. This must have been his last desperate attempt to stay awake. You would recognise this arm twitch everywhere. It only happens when he falls asleep.

“Sleep tight, my sweetheart” you whisper and kiss his cheek. You straighten up to continue your scratches.

You promised him that you would continue. Besides, it is so healing for you that you don’t want to stop anyway.

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3amfanfiction · 6 months ago

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Our Girlfriend pt 3

Based loosely off of this reblog, i loved the artwork and the first drawing made me think of Johnny stuffing his cheeks with the muffins. so i had to write about him bringing the muffins into work that morning. 1k snippet that technically happens before part one, enjoy!

Part One || Part Two

To say that Johnny had a pep in his step on his way to work was putting it mildly.

In his bag was proof. Proof that you were falling for the guys just as much as they've been falling for you. He was whistling on his way into down the hall to the rec room, the sound bouncing off the cinder-blocked walls and echoing back to him with every step.

Throwing open the door he was greeted with an empty room. That was okay. He'd just wait for the others to get there and then he'd share the good news. It's not like he was vibrating out of his skin in excitement or anything.

Pulling out a chair, he took a seat at the table and pulled out one of the muffins. Biting into it, he couldn't control his groan of delight. How did you always manage to make them taste so good? He's watched you bake them before, knew you didn't put any special ingredients in, so why were they always so delicious?

The muffin was gone within four gigantic bites, nothing but the limp liner remaining and even that had been scraped clean as best it could. Balling it up he tossed it into the trashcan and settled back in to wait. Why were the rest of them taking so long.

Five minutes later saw him staring at the bag with a furrowed brow. He shouldn't touch the other muffins. They weren't his, they were for the rest of the team. They were your muffins that you gave to them. He shouldn't.

But he did.

It started with just one. His reasoning that he could give the two remaining to the first two in the room and promise double muffins tomorrow for whoever missed out. That would work.

With a plan firmly in place, the second muffin soon met its fate. He tried to slow down, really savor this one but it was a struggle. This forbidden muffin. Honestly it was the other's fault for not being on time. If they would've been here he would have already passed out the treats and this wouldn't have even been an issue. In fact, it was only right that the last person in shouldn't get a muffin. They should've been here when they were supposed to be if they really wanted one.

Making peace with himself he enjoyed the last few bites of goodness and the second wrapper was quickly discarded.

How long had it been? He looked at the clock but couldn't remember the exact time he'd gotten in. He knew it'd been at least 15 minutes though. His foot bounced as he fidgeted with his phone, sending a cute gif off your way before pocketing it once more.

Back to waiting.

Seriously, did the team get called out on a mission and they just forgot to tell him?

This was ridiculous.

It was with annoyance that he bit into the third muffin. If they thought they could just leave him here with no repercussions then that was on them. Now only the first person in the door would be getting a muffin. The other two would have to wait. And he might not even give them one depending on how long they took. It served them right for making him sit here all by himself. They knew he didn't do good with the quiet.

He had just shoved the last bite of the third muffin into his mouth when the door opened behind him. He swung around with a glare just to see the other three all walking in together.

"Why do you look like you want to murder us?" Kyle asked with a laugh, pushing to reach the table first and sit down, knocking a foot against Johnny's in greeting. "You're never the first one in, what got you up so early?"

With the reminder Johnny beamed.

"My lass sent you muffins!" He mumbled around his mouthful, reaching into the bag to pull the last one out and set it on the table. He swallowed the rest of his bite, "She let me know this morning that she was thinking about you all and she wanted to make sure you had something to help get you through the day."

With the air of someone imparting a great secret he dropped his voice. "You know, she's really warmed up to you three. She asks how you're doing and worries about you. She's been begging for you to come over," he thinks back to you mentioning how you'd love to meet his teammates. You'd made your wishes well known—and he was able to read between the lines.

With a non-committal hum Price looked down at the singular muffin sitting on the table, a piece pinched off by both Simon and Kyle already. "I thought you said muffins. Where's the rest?"

It didn't take more than a glance at Johnny's innocent face to know exactly what happened. Looking over into the nearby trashcan only confirmed it. Three balled up wrappers sitting innocently on top of the trash.

"An extra lap of PT for each muffin you ate, sergeant," he sighed before walking over and swiping the remaining treat that the other two were silently arguing over. Kyle gave an affable hum and leaned over to start picking at Johnny but Simon turned to look at the captain with a frown.

"You two got a piece, the rest is mine."

Furrowed brows.

"I don't have to share with you."

A tilted chin.

"Damn it, I'm the captain and if I want the muffin then I get the muffin."

That finally got a grunt of disappointment out of the stoic man who turned watch Kyle in his quest to tease Johnny for eating their muffins. Kyle was poking at Johnny's cheeks, pointing out a bit of missed pastry.

"Dinner tonight?" Price asked, frowning in thought at Johnny's eager nod as he swatted Kyle's hand away. "I'll try but I don't know if I'll be able to get away. I've got a full day ahead of me."

Kyle left off teasing Johnny and jumped up from the table as Price started to walk back towards his office, jogging to catch up to him. The two remaining men could hear him offering to help speed things along. Another pair of hands to quicken the work.

Turning to look at Simon as they turned the corner, Johnny offered, "Dinner tonight, LT?"

A single, silent nod was all the response he was given but Johnny's face lit up like a sunrise. His favorite people were finally coming together, what more could he want?

#fic: our girlfriend #i am having such a good time with these stories #thank you temp for starting this all off #tf 141 x reader

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sillymommy6969 · 7 months ago

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✵ writing for yellowjackets on @dillydally6969, requests are open! only rules are no nsfw works for megan (she just turned 18) and nothing stupid, crazy, insane

✵ anything that’s listed but not linked is a work in progress, i’ll update very soon for those! happy reading!

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ 𝕶ATSEYE

♱ Angel Baby - fluff, katseye x fem!reader - so eyekons have made a compilation of their favourite moments for each ship

♱ Yes, Angel (1k follower special) - slight!nsfw, katseye x fem!reader - how each member reacts to bratty!reader/how you react to bratty!katz

♱ Us Against Them (Masterlist) - tlou!au, katseye x f!r

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ 𝕾OPHIA LAFORTEZA

♱ Good Luck, Babe! (X’mas Special)- nsfw, Sophia x fem!reader - sophia left for dream academy and shattered your heart. now, back for x’mas, she’s getting some taste of karma

♱ Sophia - angst, Sophia x fem!reader - when sophia’s too scared to be honest with herself, you put it into a song

♱ Breakin’ Dishes - fluff, Sophia x fem!reader - sophia is a gentlewoman and she’s sure to show it… eyekons love when the leader turns soft for a certain member of katseye

♱ Breakin’ Hearts - fluff, Sophia x fem!reader - boyfriend sophia strikes away, this time she’s not even hiding it anymore

♱ Breakin’ Bones - fluff, Sophia x fem!reader - you and sophia aren’t even trying to hide the cute moments anymore

♱ The Bishop & Her Queen - fluff, katebishop!sophia x f!r - headcannons

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ 𝕸ANON BANNERMAN

♱ Bad Habits - slight!nsfw, Manon x fem!reader - manon indulges in a bad habit because it’s the only time she can feel love from a certain band member she desperately needed

♱ Yours Truly - fluff, Manon x fem!reader - manon gets upset over some pictures taken of her actress girlfriend getting too close to her costar both on and off set

♱ Eyes on Them - fluff, Manon x fem!reader - manon sucks at pr training, so it’s easy for eyekons to catch her slips when it comes to trying to hide a potential secret girlfriend

♱ Eyes on Them pt.2 - fluff, Manon x fem!reader - social media versions of bannern/n moments on a twitter thread

♱ Eyes on Them pt.3 - fluff, Manon x fem!reader - cuffing season’s here and many/n truthers come together to celebrate

♱ Old & Loving You - fluff, Manon x fem!reader - manon and y/n being an old married couple compiled into a yt video <3

♱ Bite Me - fluff, blackwidow!manon x f!r - headcannons

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ 𝕯ANIELA AVANZINI

♱ Subtle & Secret - fluff, Dani x fem!reader - snippets of dann/n moments in katseye content eyekons have pointed out

♱ Subtle & Secret pt. 2 - fluff, Dani x fem!reader - more dann/n moments in katseye content eyekons have pointed out

♱ Subtle & Secret pt. 3 - fluff, Dani x f!r - boyfriend dani may just be the death of you… and many other eyekons

♱ Caught Red-Lipped - slight!nsfw, Dani x fem!reader - getting caught making out by manon

♱ Such a Bad Girl - slight!nsfw, Dani x fem!reader - dani’s plan to get a rise out of her girlfriend backfires

♱ Pick & Choose - slight!nsfw, Dani x fem!reader - dani’s always been a territorial gal, but she’s taking a step too far when she finds out about your new boyfriend

♱ Like That - angst/fluff, Dani x fem!reader - dani gets a reality check when you start dodging her calls

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ 𝓛ARA RAJ

♱ Guess - smau+real life, Lara x fem!reader - when actress y/n is invited on set for katseye’s ‘touch’ music video, her onscreen chemistry with lara seems to extend beyond the cameras

♱ Friendly Fire - slight!nsfw, Lara x fem!reader - a friends w/ benefits arrangements go awry and lara is forced to tell you the truth about her recent change in attitude

♱ Exes & Os - nsfw, Lara x fem!reader - sitting vip at an award show, your girlfriend isn’t very happy when she spots someone from your past making a move on you onstage

♱ Obviously Crushin’ - fluff, Lara x fem!reader - rising global sensation y/n l/n isn’t keeping her celebrity crush a secret

♱ Say Please - angst/fluff, Lara x fem!reader - lara gets really jealous when you start talking to manon at a party, perhaps there’s a reason to her controlling edge?

♱ Dangerous Woman - slight!nsfw, Lara x bestfriend!reader - lara can’t help herself when her good girl is so eager to please

♱ Spun Together - fluff, Lara x fem!reader - spiderman x idol au, where you and spiderman!lara fall for each other

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ 𝕸EGAN SKIENDIEL

♱ I Love You - angst, Megan x fem!reader - when megan realizes she’s fallen for her best friend, it’s already too late

♱ I Still Love You - angst, Megan x fem!reader - burdened with newfound realization of her best friends feelings for herself, it’s a new chance for you to learn some things about yourself

♱ Only Angel - smau, Megan x angel!reader - a twitter thread on something called the angeleye era when katseye comes out with a new song, “only angels”

♱ Yes, Princess - fluff, Megan x fem!reader - megan may be a class clown, but she definitely does not joke around when it comes to protecting a certain member of katseye

♱ Yes, Sunshine - fluff, Megan x f!r - megan being a down bad simp for her chronically online other half

♱ Yes, Sugar - fluff, Megan x f!r - literally proof that megn/n is real you can’t convince me otherwise

#katseye x reader #katseye #daniela avanzini #daniela avanzini x reader #lara raj #lara raj x reader #manon bannerman #manon bannerman x reader #megan skiendiel #megan skiendiel x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #sophia laforteza #yoonchae

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golddustwomanwins · 3 months ago

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hi could i request patrick x reader where they’re kind of friends but he has a crush on her and over time he gets progressively more down bad and pervier (the intensity of perviness is up to you, whatever you feel comfort writing) and insane until he finally sees an in to make a move or someone catches him once. no problem if this isn’t your thing, your writings amazing and i love how you write patrick <3

I made this childhood friends because it was easier to write that way. Hope this is somewhat what you envisioned <3

LAVENDER HAZE

Childhood friends Patrick Zweig x Reader

18+

Patrick prided himself in the fact that you let him be friends this long. When you joined his high school, having moved new to town, he was ready to pounce the moment you stepped into the classroom, dark scowl painting your gorgeous features.

At sixteen Patrick was a teenage boy with only one thing on his mind and when he saw you in those jean shorts, tight shirt with low cleavage he shifted in his seat with straight determination.

To his luck he swooped in early enough, cracking through the ice that consumed you. Did you insult him quite a lot? Yes. Did you barely tolerate his presence? Also yes. But over time he got to know you better. While people only knew you as the cold prissy girl, too good for anyone in their school, Patrick knew that there was more to you.

You were funny and intelligent, and you cared a lot about what people had to say about you. Maybe too much sometimes. Which is why it was your default mode to scare them off in the first place, so they couldn’t get to know you and pick out all the flaws that would make them eventually leave you again.

You still didn’t show any affection in your friendship, which made Patrick crave it all the more. He was handsy all the time. While walking beside you he’d shove his hand into your back pocket, keeping you close to his side. When you’d reached for something high in the cabinets he’d step up at your back and get the glass down for you. There was no reason for Christ to touch your back other than he just wanted it to.

You didn’t mind. Patrick was the only person you trusted in your life and you were used to him being all weird about touching you. It was innocent to you.

All the years you two stayed friends and Patrick got to add more and more snippets of you to his imagination. When he was hanging out at your house you didn’t mind changing in front of him, his eyes taking in your cute little cotton panties with hearts on the fabric, bra cupping your bouncy tits perfectly.

His favorite time was summer. To see those legs of yours in a short skirt or shorts. Or your trips towards the lake, his sunglasses hid him ogling you for hours.

You’d always lay on your tummy, untying your top so the strings of your bikini wouldn’t leave an imprint on your skin. Soft pearls of water would cling to your skin and Patrick would catch himself wanting to be water just to be able to touch your skin this intimately, soaking into your bones and never leaving your body again.

“Could you put it on my back?” You mumbled as the sun bore down on you. Before Patrick could even think of an answer his body was moving.

You arched your back and hissed when the cold sunscreen hit your hot skin. Patrick’s rough hands slowly spread the liquid along your back and you sighed as his fingers dug into the aching muscles and knots. Patrick’s lips were parted as he moved his fingers to the side, just grazing the sides of your tits and he grew painfully hard in his shorts.

“Could you go a little lower?” You asked, stopping yourself from moaning out loud when his fingers pressed into the dimples in your lower back. Pictures flashed in front of Patrick’s mind. Situations were you’d be on your tummy, a pillow under you and Patrick’s hands on your hips as he slowly slid his cock inside you.

After that day Patrick used the image of the white cream on your back to fist his cock quick and mercilessly, cum splattering on his stomach in a matter of seconds with your name on his tongue.

It only grew worse over time.

He’d start taking things. That pink sequin bikini you wore the day at the lake? Stuffed in the drawer of his nightstand, ready to be taken out whenever Patrick found his hand wandering in his boxers at night.

You always wore that one specific lip gloss shade with golden glitter called ‘orgasm’. You thought you’d lost it but it found its way into Patrick’s jean pocket one night as he stayed over.

He’d start spreading the gloss on his lips, trying to imagine what it would feel like on him after you kissed him senseless. His cock was hard in a matter of seconds. His hand moved rapidly, tip leaking when an idea sparked in his head.

He opened the tube and spread the glittery gloss along his cock, groaning as his hips bucked up. He imagined your glossy lips slowly taking him inside, gagging when his hips strut forward. The whole gloss would spread around him as you moaned and took him deeper and deeper.

He spilled not a moment later.

Once, he forgot to wipe the gloss form his lips and when you came over unannounced you caught him.

“Is that my gloss on your lips?” You frowned.

Patrick sat up in his bed, heart threatening to spill out of his chest. “No,” he stretched his body slightly. “Was out on a date.”

You shrugged and plopped down on the mattress beside him. He slowly pushed your bikini bottoms with his foot down the bed before you could notice as you grabbed his chin with your hand. You turned his head this way and that, his eyes half lidded as they watched you inspect the lip gloss on his lips.

“Pretty shade,” you said, swiping one finger against his bottom lip and he was instantly hard again, even though he came just a few minutes ago.

You swatched the color against your palm. “The girl has taste.”

Patrick huffed a laugh but nodded. “Yeah, she does.”

Moving to college opened a whole new experience for the both of you. You slowly made a few friends outside of Patrick, mostly girls but Patrick could see the lingering gazes of other guys when you two walked on campus.

He’d had to watch multiple times when you both went to frat parties, how those douchebags approached you, their hands finding your waist, leaning down to talk in your ear. You always turned them down, your icy glare and spikey persona only turning them on more.

It was after all what made Patrick chase after you his whole life.

He was sick and tired of watching and he decided that if the situation appeared he’d make his move. He had to be sneaky though.

To his dismay, your icy demeanor melted slightly when a guy in your chem class asked you out on a date. You were currently standing in front of the mirror in your dorm, reapplying lip gloss as Patrick lounged on your bed, watching you.

“Is he even nice?” Patrick asked, arms propped behind his head. He was in his boxers, the California heat bustling through the opened window, curtains fluttering slightly from the creaky fan in the corner of the room.

“What do you mean is he even nice?” You looked at him through the mirror, lip gloss applicator hovering in front of your lips.

“I mean how do you know if he’s not an asshole?” Patrick leaned up on his elbows.

“I don’t,” you answered. “That’s the whole point of going on a date.”

Patrick huffed. “Why do you want to go out on a date with him when you don’t even know, if it’s gonna be worth it.”

You laughed and put the lip gloss down before walking over to him. “Why do you go on dates?”

He rolled his eyes before his hands shot out, grabbing you by the hips.

“Hey!” You squeal, chuckling when he pulled you into his lap. Your dress rode up on your thighs, your cheeks flushing when your pelvises met.

“Why don’t you stay here with me?” He murmured, his nose trailing along your throat, hands gripping you tightly.

“I see you everyday,” you chuckle, winding your arms around his neck. You knew deep down that this kind of behavior wasn’t normal for friends but it felt good. Patrick felt good.

“And?” He nuzzled your neck, inhaling deeply. He wanted to lick the scent off your whole body, burying it deep inside his system and never letting go.

“I have to eventually go out with a guy,” you huffed and he looked up at you. “Why?” His grip on you tightened, a slight possessive undertone in his voice.

“Patrick,” you frowned, leaning back slightly. The look in his eyes was gone a moment later and the sly grin painted his lips again.

“Just wanted to hang out with you, watch a movie or something,” he drew soothing circles on the exposed skin of your thigh.

“We can do that every day,” you got off his lap and grabbed your bag and keys.

Patrick fisted the comforter but tried to swallow his anger. “Is it all right if I stay while you’re gone?” At least then he could make sure that you actually came back in on piece and alone.

“Sure, I’ll see you later,” dropping a quick kiss on his cheek you walk out the door.

There was no time wasted before Patrick pushed his face into your pillow, his hips rutting against the mattress. One of your panties was wrapped around his cock as he thrusted into it, gruff moans falling from his lips.

What he didn’t take into account was the sound of the key in your door, not even an hour after you had left. He turned surprised, shoving his boxers over his aching cock, your panties still tangled around him in his shorts when you stepped through the door. Tears pooled past your cheeks and quiet sobs fell from your lips.

Patrick was still short of breath, his cheeks crimson but he was up in an instant, cradling your cheeks.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing just—“ a small sob escaped you and his arms wound around you in a matter of seconds. He steered you towards the bed, lying both of you down and you crawled into his chest.

“You were right,” you said. “He wasn’t nice. Didn’t think it was a date—he just wanted to go back to his dorm and—“ you hiccuped and Patrick softly stroked your back, pushing your locks behind your ear.

“Baby,” he whispered, dropping a gentle kiss against your temple.

“Is this my fault?” You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Did I make myself unlovable?”

There it was. His opening.

“No,” he protested, thumb driving over your cheek and catching a lone tear. “Fuck him, baby, you’re perfect.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, you think I’m lying?” He asked at the disbelieving look on your face. One hand wound around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

“When did I ever lie to you, baby?” He gripped your chin to make you look up at him, lashes stuck together with tears. “Never,” you whispered and he nodded satisfactorily.

“And you know I never will, yeah?”

You nodded quickly. One warm hand had slipped under the back of your shirt, exerting soft pressure. You were too distracted to feel his erection pressing against your pelvis, your sole wish for acceptance driving you on.

“That fucker didn’t deserve you. No one does, who doesn’t see what an amazing and perfect girl you are, yeah?” He still had a hard grip on your chin waiting for you to answer. You only managed to nod, heat rate slowly bouncing up at your close proximity.

Patrick smelled of sweat and musk, his cheeks still slightly flushed due to his earlier activities. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his gaze dipping down.

“They should all worship the ground you walk on,” he mumbled, it seemed like he was talking to himself at that point. “If I—I’d worship the ground you walk on.”

“You would?” You whispered and it snapped him out of his trance, looking at your eyes again.

“You want me to make you feel better, baby?”

“How?” Your tears had stopped by now, a different emotion finding place in your chest.

A slow Cheshire grin spread on his lips at your words. “Lemme show you.” With that he pressed a hot open mouthed kiss against your throat. His hand slipped fully under your top, his fingers moving to unclasp your bra.

You shivered slightly as his fingers trailed over your spine, lips trailing along your jaw, slowly working upwards until he hovered over your lips. He bumped his nose against yours, looking at you with half lidded eyes and you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

Your lips crashed against his in hot fervor, wanting anything to make the ache go away inside you. Patrick was eager to oblige. His tongue delved into your mouth hungrily, his whole body on fire. Finally. Finally he could squeeze your thighs generously, rocking your hips against his in the process.

You moaned into his mouth when he got rid of your top and bra, his eyes taking in your tits. “Fuck, knew you’d have the worlds hottest tits, baby,” he leaned down to capture one nipple into his hot mouth, tugging at it with his teeth. You whined desperately, tugging at his curls.

Noticing your neediness he slipped his hand inside your shorts, fingers slipping through your wet cunt until he found your clit. Sparks burst inside you at the sensation and a moan fell from your lips. “Patrick,” you huffed but he didn’t hear you at first, too occupied with your other tit.

“Pat,” you tug at his curls again, making him look up at you. “Mhh?”

“Would you…would you be open to. I mean—I need more,” you flushed and Patrick couldn’t believe it. This was the first time he saw you unsure about something, you were the inexperienced one in this. Your icy exterior finally melted to its last beats bearing you right in front of his eyes.

“What do you want me to do, huh?” His fingers slipped lower and slowly buried inside you.

“Ohh,” you arched your back slightly, eyes fluttering closed. He curled his fingers as he pumped inside of you. “This?” He asked. “Faster, slower, tell me what you need, baby?”

“Just—ahh fuck—just like that,” you said breathlessly. Patrick kissed you again, more tongue than mouth but you couldn’t care less in that moment. Your hand reached blindly for his boxers, manicured nails dipping inside until both of you froze.

You looked at each other as you frowned. “What’s that?” You slowly pulled the extra fabric out of his boxers, holding up a soft pink slip with hearts on it. Slowly, realization dawned on your face as you saw the sticky texture stuck to the fabric.

You looked back at Patrick, his cheeks flushed crimson. He waited for you to react. To yell at him, to call him a pervert and sent him out, screaming. His fingers were still buried inside you and after a moment your walls fluttered around them.

He looked at you astonished and you flushed. Were you…turned on by his perverse actions?

The panties were thrown on the ground in a hurry and you two were only a tangle of limps, teeth and tongue. You pushed his boxers past his ass, too needy to do anything else.

“Condom?” Patrick whispered in between frenzied kisses. You fumbled into the drawer of your nightstand, ripping one open. A moment later Patrick pushed inside you, bottoming out.

You both groaned in unison, until Patrick realized how tight you were. His eyes widened as he looked down at you but you wouldn’t meet his gaze, too embarrassed. At his realization he leaned down and kissed you gently this time.

“You okay?” He murmured against your skin, sucking and biting and licking. His hips slowly retreated, cock slipping through your wetness and you nodded. Winding your arms around his back.

“You can—can go on,” you moved your hips to tell him it was okay.

Patrick set a steady pace at first, trying to refrain from coming right on the spot. He alternated between kissing you and watching your tits bounce with every thrust of his, the bed creaking as his pace grew faster.

Soft whimpers fell from your lips when he told you to wrap your legs around his waist. The angle only got him deeper, making you both moan in pleasure.

“Fuck—wanted to do this forever,” he mumbled against your skin. “Could only imagine—but I knew your cunt would be perfect just like you.” He huffed, his hips slamming against you as he pounded your pussy.

“Patrick I—“ the feeling inside you grew tighter at his words.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, one hand wrapping slightly around your throat as he fucked into you.

“You gonna cum all over my cock like this?” His hand wandered from your throat in between your bodies, finding your clit.

“Oh god—fuck,” you whimpered and bowed up into his touch, the sound of skin slapping echoing in your ears and mixing with Patrick’s voice.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” with his next words you were done for. You came around him, your walls clamping furiously around Patrick and it took all in him not to come.

He rode you through your high, fingers only stopping their movements when you whined and pushed at his wrist. It only took him a few more sloppy thrusts.

“Oh fuck—gonna cum, baby,” he murmured. “Fuck—you’re so hot.” A moment later he buried into you to the hilt, his arms slightly shaking as his face nuzzled your neck.

You softly racked your nails over his back as he collapsed onto you with a long groan. You both stayed like that for a moment until he had the strength to get up and get rid of the condom, before slipping under the comforter and pushing your back flush against his chest. He pressed an uncharacteristicly gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

“How you feelin?” He mumbled tiredly.

“Good,” you whispered back, his arms feeling warm against your naked skin. You could feel him already drifting off, soft snores stumbling past his lips. A slow smile spread on your lips as you stared down at the panties Patrick had wrapped around his cock, pre cum still glistening on the fabric in the dim light.

#challengers #my writing #reading #smut #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you #patrick zweig smut

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revelboo · 9 months ago

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may you PLEASE write more starscream x reader heheheheh.... ive been eating them up ever since i came across ur blog

I’m glad you like them! That last anon question made me think of something I’m going to have to deal with eventually, though. I mostly write paranormal romance and my intention was to use Tumblr like my note board in my office- that’s what these snippets are- scenes I want to get down so I remember them and can expand them into a coherent story later- I have an AO3 ready for when I start doing that, but because of what the story arc will eventually lead to, it’ll be 18+ I’ve been avoiding writing anything… er, let’s say “spicy” here since I really don’t know the demographic on Tumblr and I’m not interested in corrupting/ mentally scarring preteens or kids. Though, to be fair, I imagine putting a warning up over there is exactly as effective as adding one here.

Everything is Alright Pt 27

Starscream x Reader- trust

• How can you ease him with such a small thing? Just a touch, given freely. Because you might care. He needs to believe that, needs this to be real, not all just an act to save yourself and stay in his good graces. Needs someone who needs him. The truth, though? He doesn’t know and that doubt lingers in the back of his processor as he lays flat on his back, a servo tracing along your back as you sprawl on him alongside his canopy. He can feel every little shift of your small frame against his, your breathing and the beat of your heart. Those sensations now familiar as the pulse of his own spark.

• He’s calmer now, but quiet and that doesn’t sit well with you. It genuinely hurt him that you’d assumed the worst. And even if he hadn’t hurt anyone, you’re sure he still destroyed someone’s home. It’s a reminder that he doesn’t actually care about humans. For whatever reason, you’re the exception. The one left holding his leash while knowing you can’t actually hope to rein in his behavior. Can’t hope to control him. That servo traces the curve of your shoulder. Down the line of your spine. Every stroke seeming to calm that awful anger more. When he vents, the warm air washes over you, stirring your hair. And if you have his leash, he has yours. How can you ever try to really escape when you know he’ll go on a rampage? You’re not even sure that you want to anymore and when did that happen? With that realization comes the one that whispers that you can’t keep writing it off as Stockholm’s. You do care for him as stupid as it probably is.

• Rumbling softly when your head lifts, the slide of his servo pauses because you’re staring at him and he isn’t sure what to make of that look on your face. “What?” He growls, immediately wary. His wings try to shift even though his position restricts them when you carefully stand, a hand on his canopy for balance as you walk closer to his head and sit on his plating where his chassis and neck meet. Still staring at him and he has to tuck his chin to see you.

• That confusion edged with annoyance is almost cute as he frowns at you. Trying to figure out what you’re doing, just like you are. There’s so much you want to say. To ask in that moment, as fragile, new thoughts flutter through you. And it passes, because you can’t risk ruining what you have. It matters to you more than it should. So you just lay a palm on his face, lean down and press a soft kiss to his warm, metal chin. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper instead of those dangerous, soft things you can’t let loose.

• Watching you retreat back to your original spot on his chassis and then lay down on your side with your back to his canopy, he doesn’t move. Not until your breathing eventually evens out and he’s sure you’re not awake. Then slowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he touches his chin, warmth spreading through him at that little display of affection for him. Venting, he lets his head fall back to stare at the ceiling as something stirs in his spark, kindling in the quiet and he lays a hand over your little frame to keep you safe.

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#transformers #starscream x reader #idw starscream #transformers x reader

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chucky-vs-the-giant-tortoise · 1 year ago

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clingy

Rafe Cameron x reader

(REQUEST): Hey. I just came across your tumblr and I lovedddd the Billy Hargrove x platonic sister reader it was sooo cute yet so Billy coded 😭. I was just wondering if you would write a Rafe x romantic gf reader based upon something along the lines of that they are at a party and Rafe despite being around his friends Topper and Kelce, he's just low key paying attention to the reader. A lil bit of separation anxiety if you catch my drift. Hope this request isn't too much trouble for you to write 😭😭😭

warning(s): sexually suggestive content!

a/n: i'm so glad you liked my billy snippet! your support means the world darling, and fulfilling your request is no trouble at all. i just hope that i did it justice.

Y/N hadn’t expected this from Rafe.

After all, Rafe Cameron was hardly the type to be so obvious. Y/N knew from experience that he preferred to keep things to himself, shielding his emotions from potentially prying eyes. He wouldn’t dare be caught in such a vulnerable position, yearning for his girl despite her standing only a few feet away from him.

However, that didn’t seem to stop him tonight as he watched Y/N from across the room, his eyes tracing her swaying hips as she threw her head back in drunken delight. Even in her state of intoxication, Y/N had felt Rafe’s eyes on her ever since they’d arrived at one of Topper’s infamous ragers. He’d long abandoned his conversation with Top and Kelce in favour of taking her in between shots of hard liquor, his fingers itching to find the small of Y/N’s back.

“Yo, you good man?” Kelce smiled, patting him jovially on his shoulder. Rafe turned to meet his friend's eyes, heat rising to his cheeks. He did his best to blame it on the alcohol.

"Yeah. Yeah man, 'm alright."

The words fell effortlessly from his lips, but Rafe wasn't even sure that he believed them. He wasn't used to this tightness gripping his chest, his body aching for the feeling of Y/N’s soft skin against his.

"He's fine, Kelce," Topper smirked over the rim of his drink. "Our boy here's just feelin' a little pussy-whipped. Aren't you, Cameron?"

Rafe's face hardened as the two boys laughed, his jaw clenching. "Fuck off, Top."

"Hey man!" Topper put his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling as he spoke. "No need to get all embarrassed. Just didn't know getting with Y/N would make you so soft, that's all."

Rafe gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to lose his temper. Y/N always hated when he thought with his fists and not his head, and he reckoned she wouldn't be pleased to watch him throw his best friend into the nearest wall.

Instead Rafe chose to stand with a slurred whatever, man, opting to leave Kelce and Topper behind in favour of the only person who could keep him calm.

"Hey," Y/N said softly, looking up as Rafe’s presence loomed over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile as she felt Rafe's hands admire her figure from behind, shuddering as they found their way around her waist. Rafe pulled her close to his front, swaying with Y/N as she continued to dance on unsteady feet. "Got bored of Top already, huh?" She nodded over to where his idiotic friends were now busy offering shots to any girls unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

"Nah," Rafe said, his voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. "Just missed you, kid."

Y/N turned, resting her head on her boyfriend's chest, and Rafe brought his hand up to cup the nape of her neck. God, he'd been craving this all night. Y/N's weight against his chest, the addictive smell of her perfume—just her presence had a way of pacifying him like nothing else could.

Finally Rafe felt himself relax, his face buried in Y/N's hair.

"That so?" Y/N whispered into the sensitive skin of his neck. Rafe chuckled, using his free hand to move a few strands of hair from her face.

"What're you playin' at, hm?"

"Nothin'." He found himself lost in the sickly sweet tone of her voice, pooling like honey in his ears. "Just surprised. Didn't think the Big Bad Rafe Cameron would miss little ole me."

Y/N whimpered suddenly as Rafe's grip tightened around the back of her neck, his hair brushing against her cheek as he leant down to her height.

“Why don't we get out of here then, kid." Goosebumps broke out over Y/N’s arms as Rafe spoke, low and steady. "Let me show you just how much I missed you."

#obx #outer banks #the outer banks #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron fluff

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yvesssssssss · 4 months ago

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thinking about natsuki, shin and heisuke seeing their cute gf for flirting on

Natsuki, Shin, and Heisuke Seeing Their Cute Girlfriend Get Flirted On

I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this one for you.(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki never thought of himself as the possessive type. He didn’t get jealous easily. He was cool, laid-back, and not the kind of guy to get worked up over something as trivial as his girlfriend getting attention.

Or so he thought.

That theory got completely shattered the moment he spotted you at a café, waiting in line while some guy struck up a conversation with you. At first, Natsuki didn’t think much of it. You were friendly, always smiling and polite—it was normal for people to talk to you. But then the guy leaned in a little too much, his smile turning just a little too smug.

And you? Completely oblivious.

Natsuki’s eye twitched as he saw you laugh softly at whatever the guy was saying. He wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop, but he caught a snippet of the conversation.

“So, what do you say? Wanna grab coffee together sometime?” the guy asked smoothly.

You blinked up at him, tilting your head. “Huh? But I’m already getting coffee?”

The guy chuckled, mistaking your genuine confusion for playing hard to get. “I mean, another time. You seem really sweet.”

That was it.

Before you could respond, Natsuki strolled up and casually draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His expression was relaxed, but there was a sharp edge to his gaze as he stared at the guy.

“Sorry, dude. She’s got a boyfriend,” Natsuki said flatly.

The guy’s confident expression faltered, and he glanced between you and Natsuki. “Oh. My bad, man.”

With an awkward chuckle, the guy quickly grabbed his order and left. Natsuki sighed, rubbing his temple before turning his attention to you.

“You seriously didn’t notice?” he asked, exasperated.

You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Notice what?”

Natsuki groaned, shaking his head. “Never mind. Just stay close to me, okay?”

You nodded happily, leaning into him. “Okay~”

Natsuki wasn’t sure if you were truly that oblivious or just messing with him at this point. Either way, he was keeping an arm around you for the rest of the day.

Shin Asakura

Shin had learned early on that hearing other people’s thoughts wasn’t always a blessing. Especially when he was out with you.

He had already sensed trouble when he picked up on some guy internally hyping himself up.

Alright, she’s alone. Just be cool. Say something funny. Compliment her. Girls like that, right?

Shin’s eyes snapped to the guy in question, who had just approached you while you were waiting for your street food order.

“Hey, you come here often?” the guy asked, flashing what he probably thought was a charming smile.

You, being your usual sweet self, smiled politely. “Yeah! The food here is really good.”

The guy grinned, clearly encouraged. “Maybe I could take you somewhere better. Bet I know a few good spots.”

Shin had to hold back a laugh when he heard your genuine thoughts.

Oh, he must be really passionate about food!

You nodded excitedly. “That’s great! Do you have any recommendations?”

The guy leaned in slightly. “How about I take you out sometime and show you?”

“No, thanks,” you said cheerfully.

Shin snorted. He loved that you were so straightforward without even realizing how brutally you shut people down. But the guy wasn’t taking the hint.

“Aw, c’mon,” the guy tried again, “just one—”

Shin had heard enough.

He strolled over and wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you flush against him. His eyes flickered toward the guy, sharp and unimpressed.

“She already said no,” Shin said coolly. “You got bad hearing or something?”

The guy paled, mumbling something under his breath before quickly retreating. Shin turned his attention back to you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You handled that pretty well,” he teased.

You pouted slightly. “I didn’t even realize he was flirting at first…”

Shin chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Yeah, I figured. Guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you, huh?”

You beamed at him, completely unaware of how much trouble you put him through. But Shin didn’t mind. If it meant keeping guys like that away from you, he’d gladly do it every time.

Heisuke Mashimo

Heisuke was not an intimidating guy. He knew that. His default setting was friendly, and his first instinct in most situations was to laugh things off.

But that didn’t mean he was going to let some random guy hit on you.

He had just won a plushie for you at the arcade, grinning ear to ear as he walked back. But before he could call out to you, he noticed some guy standing way too close, a cocky smirk on his face.

Heisuke slowed his steps, listening in.

“You’re really cute,” the guy was saying, leaning in slightly. “I bet you get told that all the time.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Oh, uh… yeah?”

“So, what do you say?” The guy smirked. “Wanna ditch your game and go for a drink?”

Heisuke frowned. He wasn’t usually confrontational, but he also wasn’t about to stand there and let this continue.

Plushie still in hand, Heisuke made his way over and slid beside you, his usual cheerful energy radiating as he held up the stuffed animal. “Hey, baby! Look what I won for you!”

You turned to him, immediately lighting up. “Aw! You got it?”

Heisuke grinned, but his eyes flickered briefly to the guy, his expression just a bit sharper than usual. “Yeah! Took me a few tries, but, y’know, all worth it for my girlfriend.”

The guy looked between the two of you, his confidence visibly shrinking. “Oh. You’re… together?”

Heisuke nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! Crazy, right? You’d think she’d go for someone taller, but nope, she picked me.” He laughed, but there was an underlying firmness in his tone that wasn’t usually there.

The guy let out an awkward chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. My bad, man. Didn’t know.”

“No worries, dude,” Heisuke said with an easygoing shrug. “Happens a lot.”

With that, the guy quickly walked off, and Heisuke turned his attention back to you. “You okay?”

You nodded, hugging the plushie he had given you. “Yeah! I didn’t even realize he was flirting at first.”

Heisuke let out a dramatic sigh, slumping against you. “Why is everyone always flirting with you?”

You giggled. “Because I’m cute?”

Heisuke pouted. “You’re my cute girlfriend. Can’t I get a break?”

You giggled again and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry, Heisuke. I only have eyes for you~”

Heisuke instantly turned pink, covering his face with his hands. “You can’t just say things like that! I have a weak heart!”

You just laughed, taking his hand in yours. “C’mon, let’s go win more prizes.”

Heisuke groaned but followed you, still flustered. He might not be intimidating, but at least he got the point across—you were his, and he was definitely keeping you close for the rest of the night.

#sakadays #sakamoto days x reader #sakamoto days #nagumo yoichi x reader #shin asakura #natsuki seba #heisuke mashimo #sakamoto days shin #natsuki seba x reader

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lilbluustar · 3 months ago

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Hii

I read your Yushi fic and the writing: amazing. Could you write something similar to that with Mark and he has a cute petname for the reader like sunshine orsomething? No worries if u don't want to! Thanks! 🩷

helloooo<3 omg anon! thank you for your wordssssss<3 i rlly appreciate them sooooooooooo much, thank you so much🩷🩷

and of course! here it is :)

mark as a boyfriend

if Mark were your boyfriend, he would be the cutest, funniest, most genuine guy in the world, because he would always find ways to make you smile and support you in your every dream. he would sing you songs (sometimes with lyrics made up just for you), tease you with affection, and hug you tight when you needed it most. with him, every day would be special, because his love would be felt in the simplest and most sincere details.

✧ he's the most adorable and clueless boyfriend, but incredibly thoughtful in his own way.

even though he sometimes forgets small details, he always tries his best to make you feel special.

his favorites are "sunshine", "baby", "cutie", but sometimes he gets to make up random ones like "squishy" or "my lil' star", and even though they sometimes sound funny, he says them with so much affection that you can't help but love them.

✧ from the first day you became boyfriend and girlfriend, he gave you a lot of cute nicknames.

“sunshine, how is it possible that you look prettier every day, it's like i glow more when i'm with you, seriously...”

whether it's sending you audios with his guitar in the middle of the night or writing you snippets of lyrics inspired by you.

✧ he dedicates songs to you all the time.

"i don't know if i already told you, but i wrote something today and i feel like it's very ‘you’... can i sing it to you?"

and when he does, he gets all red while looking at you with that shy smile.

“ba-baby... e-eh, it's just, ah... i don't know how to tell you, but... i love you, so much.”

✧ when he's nervous or embarrassed, he stammers and stutters, but that only makes it more adorable.

if he can't respond quickly, at least he leaves you a:

✧ even though he has a super busy schedule, he always finds time to send you little messages.

"thinking of you, sunshine ☀" or a "miss you, baby."

"i don't want to detach from you... just five more minutes, please, sunshine..."

✧ when you are together, he keeps hugging you. he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and hide his little face in your neck.

sometimes he inadvertently looks at you with that expression of complete adoration, like you're his favorite person in the whole universe. and when you catch him looking at you, he gets nervous and smiles embarrassed.

“have you eaten yet little baby, are you sure, because if not, you let me know and i'll bring you something, anything you want.”

✧ Mark in protector™ mode is the cutest. even if he's not the most intimidating, he's always looking out for you, making sure you're okay, comfortable and safe.

“b-baby, stop saying nice things, I'm going to melt...”

✧ every time you praise him, he laughs all shy and covers his face with his hands.

✧ loves to make you laugh. he goes into clown mode, making funny faces, silly dances or imitating others.

"sunshine, i don't like seeing you like this... do you want me to hug you? or we can watch your favorite movie, whatever you want."

✧ if you're ever sad, he stops everything he's doing to make you feel better.

as soon as he sees you, his face lights up as if you brought the sunshine with you. he grins from ear to ear and runs to hug you, wrapping his arms around you as he rocks you back and forth.

✧ when he sees you after days of not seeing you.

“god, sunshine, i missed you too much...” he murmurs into your hair, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

he always puts you on the safer side of the sidewalk without even thinking about it. If you cross the street, he holds your hand firmly.

✧ when he protects you on the street.

“let me take care of you, baby.”

and if someone gets too close to you on the subway or in a crowded place, he unhesitatingly pulls you against him, putting his arm around you.

he watches you silently and, without a word, takes off his jacket to put it over your shoulders.

✧ when he notices you're cold.

“i don't want you to get sick, baby.”

and if you protest, he just smiles and squeezes your nose gently with his fingers.

"no argument, sunshine, i'm fine. i want you to be comfortable."

he's not an expert chef, but he puts all his effort into making something special for you.

✧ when he cooks for you.

"okay, maybe the pasta is a tiny bit overcooked, but.... made with love, baby!" he says with a coy smile. and if he sees you enjoying it, he sighs with relief and smiles proudly.

“it's not that i'm jealous…but i just want to remind you that I'm the only one who can call you like that.”

✧ when he's jealous without wanting to admit it.

he purses his lips and averts his eyes when someone else tries to flirt with you. he tries not to be obvious, but it shows in how he squeezes your hand tighter or how he leans a little closer to you. when you're alone, he mutters under his breath,

“no way…how can you be so precious, baby?”

✧ when he finds you adorable without meaning to.

every time you do something cute, like laugh with your eyes closed or puff out your cheeks in anger, Mark looks at you like you're the cutest thing on the planet.

and sometimes he doesn't even say anything, he just watches you with that goofy, lovesick grin.

"five more minutes? i promise i'll let you go later…" but in the end, he always stays a little while longer because he just can't stay away from you.

✧ when he doesn't want to part from you.

after a perfect date, when it's time to say goodbye, he's left holding your hand, with a wistful expression.

mark can be shy at times, but when he really kisses you... wow. gently at first, but with an intensity that takes your breath away. one of his hands rests on your waist while the other caresses your cheek. and when he breaks away, he just stares at you, with that expression full of pure love.

✧ when he kisses you with more intensity than usual.

“tell me you're real, because I feel like i'm dreaming of you.”

he's embarrassed at first, but when you encourage him, he starts playing the guitar and his voice sounds so soft and sincere that it almost feels like his heart is speaking directly to you.

✧ when he sings you something special:

"this song...reminds me of you. always."

mark is the type to say "i love you" with his soul. he says it with a special sparkle in his eyes, with an emotion that trembles in his voice. and when he says it to you in a whisper, while holding you close, you feel as if those two words are the most important thing in the world.

✧ when he tells you he loves you.

"that's cute…although i think i'd like to see you better without it…and that i'm the reason."

✧ when he jokes about ruining your makeup.

you look gorgeous, made up and ready to go, but Mark looks at you with a playful smile and says,

✧ when his voice deepens.

Mark already has a beautiful voice, but there are certain times when he naturally lowers his pitch, almost hoarse, especially when he's too close to you. and if you notice the change, he smiles mischievously. "do you like the sound of that? because i like the way you react too much."

there are times when Mark looks at you with those bright eyes full of tenderness... but there are also other times when his gaze is darker, deeper. he scans you up and down, and his tongue subtly flicks across his lips before he smiles mischievously.

✧ when his gaze changes.

“don't look at me like that, baby, or i won't be able to control myself.”

mark as a boyfriend is the sweetest, most protective and loving guy. he looks at you like you are his whole world and tries his best every day to make you smile.

OKAY.... after writing this I need a boyfriend like mark 😭 or mark being my boyfriend?....

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borathae · 6 months ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #54 - Too Jealous]

“When you are way too jealous because of another woman.”

Genre: married life!AU, slight Angst, Smut

Warnings: jealousy, husband stealing women trying to get with Kook, while he is the most loyal puppy husband ever, insecurities, a fight because of her jealousy, but they make up <3, please he is so cute i couldn't be mad at him, subbiest!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, he wears bondage gear, and used eyeliner to write her name on his body, chastity cage, marking through hickeys & biting, subby boy tears, omfg he is such a cutie crybaby <3, nipple play & sucking, wearing of a buttplug, have i mentioned that he cries a lot? <3, very passionate sex in cowgirl position, where he is tied to the bed and whines and cries and is subbyyyy, he breaks the bed but stays put cause he is a good boy, choking, dirty talk, possessive talk, creampie, use of a vibrator, one quick face sitting for her please, he loves eating her out <3, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasm through overstimulation with the vibrator, where she makes him cum so hard that he squirts <3, gentle aftercare, they're deeply in love and this is actually softer than the warnings may make it seem, bruh i need to recover from this

Wordcount: 7.8k

a/n: listen. it would be unrealistic to create ogc!koo and not have women want him left and right. of course our queen OC feels threatened sometimes (she doesn't have to, he is her loyal puppy fr) and i NEEDED to write this like i fucking NEEDED this on my blog i just *sigh* i love subby crybaby!koo so much :( ALSO! i decided to include anonie's dream from some time ago heheh 🧡

Jungkook is without a doubt the most attractive, most handsome, sexiest and hottest man ever. This is not an exaggeration but the truth. He is drop-dead, insanely gorgeous. He has the perfect body and knows what clothes to wear to really show it off. His tattoos are so well done and perfectly fit his body. His face is quite frankly to die for, his hair is always perfect and to make it even worse, he always smells so good. Because he is Jungkook, it also means that the perfection doesn’t stop at his looks. He is perfect inside as well. His heart is kind and gentle, he cares, he is funny, he is witty and he actually respects women. He is also way too talented and overall a good person. And he never ever brags about being basically perfect (which he is) because he is humble above all.

In short, Jeon Jungkook is the most attractive, perfect man ever. And because he is, it means that you, as his wife, have way too much competition. Not that Jungkook actually sees any of this competition because his love-drunk puppy eyes have solely been fixed on you for years and they plan on staying this way. Yes, he is bloody loyal too. What a perfect fucking man he is. He is loyal and therefore blind to the competition, but you are aware of the competition. You can distinguish between a naturally friendly woman and a woman who is only that way because she wants to get with him. And Jungkook gets a lot of these women as his customers. You can’t blame them for swooning over him – whenever he tattoos you, you can’t stop staring either – but there are the kinds of women who still want to try to seduce him even after finding out that he is married. And because Jungkook doesn’t actually care for their attention, he is also not really aware that they keep coming back for more tattoos just so they could be touched by him or stare at him. Most of these women finally give up when they actually see you, but there is this one specific woman who seems hellbent on stealing Jungkook from you and she is currently at his studio again.

“___?”

You turn your head to the left at the sound of your employee’s voice.

“Yes, Katy?”

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring at Jungkook’s studio for fifteen minutes now.”

“I have?”

Katy nods her head, “did you guys have a fight?”

“No, but she is back.”

“Ooooh”, Katy realises, “Ariana?”

“Yeah…her”, you grumble, tensing your jaw.

“Again? Didn’t he literally talk about your wedding last time?”

“He did.”

“And didn’t he say that she had a boyfriend too?”

“He did.” You squint your eyes. “Stupid bitch, I bet she is currently looking at his tits and arms. God.” You stomp your foot like a stubborn child. “Why does he have to have such massive tits and arms?” you whine to which Katy laughs.

“You’re literally so jealous, it’s insane.”

“Yeah I am. He is so gorgeous and some women just don’t get that he is mine.”

Katy pats your shoulder in soothing.

“There, there. I bet he is not even giving her a first thought or a second or a third.”

“I hope he isn’t. Otherwise, divorce.”

Katy belts a laugh.

“You’re being so dramatic. Jungkook would already start crying if he so much as thought about the hypothetical of cheating on you.”

“I guess.” You send the studio one last glare then sadly have to leave your brooding position to tend to some customer with Katy.

A little over an hour passes like this, then the restaurant calms down again and you glare.

Katy, who notices, pats your shoulder again.

“Still not over it?”

“She hasn’t left yet.”

“Maybe it’s a bigger tattoo?”

“She never gets big tattoos because it means that she can come back as often as possible.”

“Wow okay, very scheming indeed.”

“Yes, very. I bet she is one of those women who get off on stealing taken men. You know what? I’m going over there.”

“For what reason?”

“I don’t know. Bringing coffee”, you say and grab one of the coffee jugs and two mugs. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Good luck, queen”, Katy calls after you, smiling fondly. It’s kind of cute how jealous you can be when there is truly nothing to worry about.

You see them from outside. They are in the front of the shop, hugging. Jungkook doesn’t touch her, keeping at least five inches of distance between his arms and her body while she is slung around him with her face in his neck as if she wanted to literally crawl into him. Judging by his widened eyes, he was not expecting this hug.

It you didn’t carry a jug full of hot coffee, you would have literally kicked the door in.

But instead you open it with a happy “yuhu” on your lips, following it up with a “I bring coffee, my darling.”

“Oh, sweetie”, Jungkook says, stepping back to escape the hug.

The wannabe home wrecker lets go of Your husband and takes a step back, studying you from head to toe judgingly. You place the coffee pot on the counter and hug Jungkook. He hugs you back instantly, rubbing the small of your back and kissing the side of your neck gently.

“Hey.”

“Hey there, my hubby”, you say and place multiple kisses on his neck and jawline. Then you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his face down into a deep, passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which lasts way too long and is way too intimate. You end the entire show with a squeeze of his butt and a goofy grin.

“I missed you today, my hubby bubby sweetie. I kept thinking about the amazing head you gave me this morning and how you kept telling me that you’ll always be mine.”

Jungkook is gawking at you with his mouth wide open. What you said wasn’t a lie because he actually did do that, but you are normally not exposing stuff like this to the public. Or kissing him like this as a matter of fact.

You cuddle into him, hugging his arm and shifting your eyes to the glaring woman in front of you.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t even see you there. Who are you?” You look at Jungkook. “Shoot, did I just expose us to one of your customers, darling? I’m sorry.”

“It’s uh…” Jungkook’s cheeks are bright red. “Forgive me Miss Grand, this is my wife- eek.” He squeaks and tenses up when you grab his butt unapologetically. “Sorry uhm, thanks for uhm coming for the tattoo today. Uhm, don’t forget to do proper aftercare on it and to use the cream I recommended you.”

The home wrecker is flabbergasted for a moment, but then catches herself quickly. She actually tries to shoot her shot in front of you. She steps closer with the plan of hugging him again.

You are in front of him instantly, staring her down like a lioness one second away from ripping apart her prey.

“You think I’m being funny?” You hiss. “I’ve been friendly with you up until now. Understood?”

Jungkook stays quiet for his own sake, but holds your hand and gawks at you with widened eyes. This is the first time he sees you like this.

The home wrecker finally gets the message and scrunches her nose.

“I’ll see you soon again, Jungkookie”, she coos and leaves with a flick of her hair.

The door slams closed. You stay glaring for a few more seconds then turn around. Jungkook blinks his eyes at you in confusion.

“You can’t stop thinking about the head I gave you this morning? Really?” he asks, cocking his brow up in question.

“Whatever. I was trying to say the most possessive thing ever”, you grumble, making your way to the coffee pot.

“Possessive?” Jungkook follows you with his eyes. He suddenly gasps. “Wait! Are you jealous?”

“What? No? I was trying to send a message.”

“Send a message about what?”

“That you’re married.”

“I think she knows. I talk about you constantly.”

You can’t help but smile. He is actually so sweet.

“I don’t think she cared. Now she actually knows that I exist and that I’ll fight. She’ll think twice about hitting on you again.”

“Aw baby, you are jealous.”

“Yes I am. You don’t get it. You’re so perfect and handsome and you sometimes don’t see how other women look at you, but I do. I see all of it”, you hiss at him, sending him such a deathly glare that Jungkook is actually taken aback for a moment.

“No baby, don’t even worry about them. I don’t care about how they look at me, I just wanna look at you”, he says, touching your hips. He flutters his lashes at you, smiling extremely cutely.

“Then refuse service to Miss Grand.”

“What?”

“You heard me. She is trying to steal you from me.”

Jungkook scoffs, “let her try, I don’t care about her.”

“No, you don’t get it, I-”

A customer interrupts you and him.

“Oh? Sorry for the disturbance, I didn’t know that you had another customer”, he says, looking sorry.

Jungkook studies your face with guilty eyes for one more second then sadly has to look away. He forces a customer service smile to his face.

“Don’t worry Duke, you’re on time. That’s my wonderful wife ___, she is running the restaurant over there and brought us coffee for our session”, he says, placing his arms over your shoulder to kiss your temple. But you only let him do so halfway then shake yourself free.

“Sorry, works calling again. Hungry people don’t like to wait”, you say. “Good luck with the tattoo.”

You leave the studio and with it a conversation which was definitely not over yet. Jungkook looks after you with sad, guilty eyes until you disappear in the restaurant.

Jungkook leaves the studio at seven like he always does. One more hour and he will drive home with you. He crosses the street and enters the restaurant like he always does. He promised you to stay with you during closing hour to keep you safe from creeps who don’t want to leave. And Jungkook always keeps his promises to you. Especially his marriage promises. He looks for you with a nervously racing heart, but can only find Katy and Joe.

“Are you looking for ___?” Joe asks.

“Yeah, I’m picking her up to drive home together”, he answers him.

“Damn sorry man, you missed her by about ten minutes.”

“She already went home?”

Joe nods his head.

“Did she say why?”

“Just that she was feeling a little tired tonight.”

Katy joins Joe’s side, staying way too close. You regularly give Jungkook updates about these two. They try to be sneaky about it, but you already figured out that they are secretly dating. Jungkook is always very excited when you give him updates about them during late night cuddles in bed. He feels so sad at the thought right now because he knows that he managed to hurt you today and now there won’t be any updates or cuddles.

“She’s gonna be okay, you know?” Katy says.

Jungkook nods his head, “I hope. I, uhm, Imma go now. Check up on her, you know?”

“Yes, do that.”

“Take care, you two.”

“You too.”

Jungkook drives home with a deep pit of guilt in his stomach. He doesn’t drive straight home, but takes a little detour to a florist to get a huge bouquet of flowers.

He cradles it like a baby for the rest of the drive home.

Thankfully, your bike is in the garage and your gear is stored in the closet. Jungkook makes sure that the garage door is closed and then hurries inside.

Like every night, Bam greets him happily, but Jungkook can only give him attention half-heartedly. He needs to talk to you.

“Babygirl, I’m home!”

You don’t answer him. Jungkook discards his keys and swerves past a confused Bam. He checks the kitchen and the living room, both of which are empty.

“Sweetie, your hubby is back!”

No answer.

He checks the bathroom and the bedroom, then his room. Lastly, he checks your room.

Bingo.

You are on your mattress with the television running.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere”, he says, hurrying to you.

He falls to his knees and presents the flowers.

“I’m sorry for today”, he says, bowing his head.

You glance at him, then the flowers. He got your favourites in your favourite colour and arranged in a heart. You sigh in defeat and turn off the television.

Jungkook lifts his head at the sound, meeting your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m stupid and dumb and a buffoon”, he says apologetically.

You scoff, stifling a smile. He notices it and closes in on you instantly. He tries to kiss your cheek, but you move back.

He sits back on his feet, pouting at you.

“I’m really sorry”, he says.

“I know, I guess you don’t have to be. It’s not like you’re actually entertaining her antics.”

He shakes his head vigorously.

“Never ever. I couldn’t care less about her, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll tell her to look for another tattoo artist.”

“No, it’s okay. I was unreasonable.”

“Well, do you want me to or are you just saying so?”

You hesitate but then shake your head, “it’s okay.”

Jungkook exhales in defeat. He scoots closer, holding your hand.

“___ baby, I love you and I only want you.”

“I know, thank you for the reassurance and the, uhm, flowers. They’re so cute.”

“Right? I told the florist to make a heart as big as my love for you, but she ran out of flowers before she could match its size.”

He makes you smile. Jungkook hooks onto it, finally leaning in to smooch your cheek. You still pull away however.

“I’m sorry. I need to be alone right now. Is that okay for you?”

“I mean, I’ll definitely feel really guilty the entire time, but I guess if you really need it”, Jungkook says with insecurity in his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll make dinner in the meantime, yeah?”

“I brought stuff from the restaurant. I already ate, sorry.”

“Oh, uhm, okay.” Jungkook hesitates, pulling back in insecurity. “Do you still love me?” he asks with sad puppy eyes

“I still love you, I promise.”

“I love you too. So much, as big as the flower heart. Even bigger.”

You accept the flowers and give him a smile.

“Thank you, Kook.”

He lingers, waiting – hoping – for you to make a move. You linger, waiting for your feelings to make sense to you. You don’t know if you are angry at him. He wouldn’t deserve it because he did nothing wrong and yet it feels as everything is his fault. If he wasn’t that perfect, that handsome and sweet, other women wouldn’t want to rip him from you all the time. Why does he have to be the way he is? You glare at him. Jungkook looks away instantly, shrinking in obvious helplessness.

“Okay then, I’ll be going now.” He says and looks at you hopefully. Maybe you want to say something now. But you only nod your head.

He stands up with a heavy heart, “you’re gonna miss out on couch snuggles, just saying”, he tries, but doesn’t get far.

He ends up alone for the rest of the evening while you lock yourself away in your room.

Jungkook tries to distract himself with a show and by taking Bam on a beach walk, but his mind keeps racing with memories of today. If only he did and or said the right thing. It feels like he fucked up everything. You have never been like this before, you never threatened other women or refused his apologies. It feels like the end and it makes Jungkook feel like shit.

When he comes back from his walk with Bam, your door is still closed. Nothing changed. Is this really it for you and him?

Jungkook runs away to the shed in hopes of finding distraction in a workout. Otherwise he would cry on the couch. He is in the middle of punching the punching bag as if it owed him money when he gets is a text message from you. He throws the gloves away and stops the music. He opens them instantly, eventhough he normally always forgets to check his messages. His heart is pounding in his chest to the point he has to sit down from dizziness.

- Wifey ♡: Today was too much. She called you Jungkookie and hugged you…

- Jungkook: I know! 😡 So weird!!! 🤢 it happened really fast, I didn’t wanna hug her and she never called me this way before. It’s so icky 🤢

- Wifey ♡: She’s a bitch�� I notice how women look at you and it makes me feel insecure. You’re so attractive and everything about you is so female gaze coded and so many of your customers are trying to take what’s not theirs.

- Jungkook: I’m so sorry that you feel this way…What do you need right now to feel better again?

- Wifey ♡: I don’t know. Maybe more effort from you? I’m so unfair to you, I’m sorry. I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but I still can’t be close to you right now. I’m sorry, I don’t know either why that is…

- Jungkook: I understand, sweetie. Don’t apologise. I’ll give you your space. My offer for couch snuggles still stands whenever you’re ready.

- Wifey ♡: I know. Thank you. I love you

- Jungkook: I love you too, my egg :D

- Wifey ♡: 🙄

- Jungkook: 😝😂

You don’t text him anything else anymore, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. You gave him a task. More effort. Jungkook will think of the best, most devoted plan ever and literally sweep you off your feet with it. Jungkook spends the rest of his nightly boxing session distracted with making up plans. Once his idea finally comes to him, he abandons the gym instantly, hurrying to get everything ready before you leave your room.

You are a little scared of facing Jungkook again. You sulked for too long. Now it is already midnight and he needed to go to bed alone. You know that he won’t be able to sleep and you are scared of the tired, sleepy begs he will give you. But you couldn’t help yourself. You felt so insecure today and looking at his perfect face taunted you.

With a heavy, fearful heart, you open the bedroom. You come to a halt, barely managing to close to door and then your mouth falls open.

Jungkook is kneeling on the floor by the foot end of the bed. He is wearing a black leather collar on which a thick silver chain is attached. Said chain connects to a pair of matching leather handcuffs. Another set of chains connects these with ankle cuffs. He has his head lowered and is completely naked. The only thing keeping his dick modest is a chastity cage.

The view is doing wonders. But what truly seals the deal are the markings he put on his own body. With the help of his black eyeliner, he wrote your name on different spots on his body. Under his nipples, all over his neck, right above his caged cock, along his arms, all over his thighs and his stomach.

“What’s that?” you gasp.

Jungkook lifts his head. He also marked his face for you.

“I’m sorry for being a bad devotee, my queen wife. I didn’t manage to show you the proper amount of devotion. My flesh and soul are yours to break tonight.”

You gulp. Just now, your eyes managed to brush over the array of sextoys he laid out on bed behind him. Impact play toys, cock toys, anal toys, nipple toys. He is giving you full and sole authority over his body right now and how it is supposed to experience pleasure.

Jungkook bows until his forehead rests against the wooden floor. The chains jingle as he moves.

“Please allow me to show you my devotion, my queen wife. I promise to take whatever you deem fit.”

The sight, his actions, the indications are all indecently sexy and hot but you still melt in fondness. First the flower heart and now this. You never doubted his love for you, but you doubted your own ability to keep him with you. This right here feels so good to experience.

You close the distance.

“Look at me.”

Jungkook lifts his head, gazing up at you like a believer seeing his beloved goddess. You take his chin between your fingers. He sighs, leaning into the touch.

“Those are some pretty letters you put on there.”

“They are the only letters which matter to me because they spell your name, my queen wife.”

“Oh my god”, you let out. “God Kookie…” You kneel down in front of him and kiss him.

Jungkook moans like a sinner finding resolution, tilting his head to deepen the kiss while his cuffed hands stay on his thighs, balling to fists.

“God fuck, Kook”, you get out, breaking the kiss.

Jungkook sighs, chasing you with half-lidded eyes. But another kiss doesn’t come. You move back, cradling his cheeks. Your eyes are a little glassy.

“I’m sorry for how I acted tonight”, you say.

He shakes his head, “don’t talk about this right now, my love. Just take it out on me.”

You smile without showing teeth, sniffling a little. Jungkook leans into your touch, gazing at you.

“If that’s what you want. If the idea is stupid, we can just cuddle and talk instead.”

“No. No cuddles. This idea is perfect”, you say, squishing his cheeks to the point where his lips stick out.

“Okay”, he mumbles with pouted lips, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Good.” You let go of his face. Ghosting your fingertips down his torso.

Jungkook chases your touch with shivers and sighs, gazing at you.

“Look at you. All of that is mine.”

“Everything. All of it”, Jungkook agrees, shivering especially deep when you feel up his thighs. He is so sensitive there.

“You know that you’re perfect? That you’re literally the most attractive man ever?”

“I am?”

“Mhm and it makes me furious sometimes ‘cause I have to fight stupid leeches left and right.”

“The only leech I want sucking my blood is you.”

You laugh. He laughs as well.

“So I’m a leech now?”

“Yeah, but you’re my leech. Just like you’re my egg.”

You push at him gently, “shut up, you’re the egg here.”

He grins cutely, cheek sticking out from it. You squish it and give it a kiss. Jungkook leans into it, wiggling his wrists and making the chains jingle.

You drop your hands to them, following them until you can intertwine your fingers with him. He squeezes you eagerly, gazing at you.

So now you are kneeling on the floor, facing each other while the bad day is left outside the door.

“We’re gonna be so tired tomorrow”, you say.

“Yeah, it’s worth it. I could spend forever in your arms.”

“Oh Kook”, you lower your head and sniffle.

“What’s the matter? Talk to me, my love”, he asks you in a caring voice.

“I just feel bad because I pushed you away.”

“Don’t. I get it. Jealousy can make one act really out of character.”

“Yeah”, you agree and lift his hands to kiss his knuckles. The chains jingle and he gasps softly. You linger on his wedding band for especially long, memorising the way it sits around his finger eternally and like it was meant to be there.

“Wanna make up for it”, you say.

“You don’t have to”, he assures you, despite secretly soaking up the affection and wishing for it to last forever.

“No. I do. I really do”, you say and kiss each of his fingers, “mine.”

“Yours. Forever.”

You guide his constricted arms behind your head next so he is holding you. Like this, you close the distance, releasing a sigh of relief the second you melt against his chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and bury your hands in his hair.

Jungkook closes his eyes, hugging you back as best as his constricted state allows.

“This isn’t right”, you murmur and fumble with the chains. They fall from the ring of the choker, next the choker itself falls off and your face can finally touch his neck.

You inhale and exhale, “yes. This.”

Jungkook quite frankly has to fight tears. He expected you to be a little mean to him, but not this. You are so tender and the hug feels so healing. Jungkook has a hard time not sobbing into your shoulder miserably.

It becomes almost impossible when you begin kissing his neck and quite frankly becomes impossible once you leave your first hickey.

The sensation soaks so deep into his fibers. It feels so good tonight.

“Oh god”, he gets out, rolling his head back and whimpering your name.

You claim his newly exposed neck gladly, starting your heart-fixing task of marking him. Some kisses here and some hickeys there. Jungkook gasps and whimpers with each of them, while you feel more and more reconnected with him.

Your hands touch him everywhere. His arms, his waist, his shoulders and back. But the most favourite spot is when you suck a hickey on his skin and you get to cradle the other side of his neck. It feels so deeply possessive yet gentle.

Jungkook finally breaks when you draw a little heart on his skin.

“Oh god”, he chokes out and hiccups a few sad sniffles. His constricted hands fall to his face, covering his eyes as best as possible.

You lift your head, looking at him worriedly.

“Are you okay?”

“Sorry, today was a lot”, he gets out, trying to mask his sob with a cough.

“Hey, Googie”, you gasp, pulling his hands away to check on him, “talk to me.”

“I would never cheat on you. I-I’m so angry at myself because I made you feel like I would.”

“Fuck, no you didn’t. Fuck Googie, come here.”

You hug him, Jungkook hugs you back as best as possible. He sniffles into your shoulder, but doesn’t need to spill new tears.

“I know you wouldn’t cheat, please don’t be angry at yourself.”

“So you know that I’m loyal?” he mumbles with a pout.

“I do”, you assure him, scratching him behind his ear soothingly.

“Thank god”, Jungkook sighs, melting into you.

“You know, Katy said that you would literally cry if you as much as thought about cheating on me and it seems that she was right.”

“I could never cheat”, he shakes his head, “I love you so much.”

“I know, Googie I know. I love you too. God, let’s just…let’s get on bed, where it’s more comfortable.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You swipe the toys to the side and push Jungkook onto his back. He lets you gladly, writhing with his eyes halfway closed and his cheeks flushed.

You open the ankle cuffs and chain, taking them off. The new freedom is taken by Jungkook instantly. He uses it to dig his heels into the mattress and open his legs.

Everything about his movements lets you know that he is riding it too. This wave of deep connection. It is as if your souls and energies are forming one synergy. You heal and in the process heal him. He heals and in the process heals you. This right now is one moment of utter connection.

You take off your pyjamas and sit down next to his hips. You cup his cheek, calling his attention.

Jungkook looks at you and whimpers. His poor constrained cock wants to twitch but can’t. It hurts, forcing a pained whimper out of him and a tortured squirm of his hips to run through him.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers, reaching for you with constricted hands.

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too”, you say and close the distance. You roll on top of him and let him put his arms around you. You rest above his caged cock, head sinking into the pillow next to him and lips brushing his neck.

Like this, you enjoy each other how nature intended it. Naked skin against naked skin, hearts beating in sync and body warmths becoming one.

“This is heaven”, he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against you.

“Yeah, it is”, you agree, getting lost in his scent.

The clock shows thirty past midnight by now. You and he are both so sleepy already, exhausted from a bad day and so ready for sleep. Neither of you want to fall asleep however, forcing your bodies to keep moving.

You keep you and him awake by beginning a journey to his cock. You suck hickeys all over his chest and stomach next to the letters he wrote, making Jungkook feel so fucking good that he has to twist the pillow once you reach his cock.

You shove his legs apart gently and do what drives Jungkook crazy. You leave hickeys on his inner thighs, which feels nice but which feels miniscule once you begin leaving bite marks instead. Jungkook whines so agonised that it borders cute little sobs. It feels so good but he can’t enjoy it freely.

The cage hurts. It is made of metal and digs into his erection painfully. It hurts so much.

You aren’t making it better by licking him over the cage. Warmth and wetness, the little spots which are bulging out between the cage elements get a feel of your soft tongue as well.

Jungkook begs. Of course he begs. Jungkook is such a natural at begging.

“Please. Hurts. Please, no more.”

“Keys?” the word tickles him, increasing his agony.

Jungkook mewls and lifts his hips. Your eyes flit to his hole. Stuffed with a purple plug.

“Are you serious?” you gasp.

“Yeah. Please.”

“Shit, this is so hot”, you rasp and tug out the toy.

His sweet hole gives it up groggily, pulsing in emptiness afterwards. He mewls, curling his toes in desperation. You can only take it in halfway, busy with opening the special plug. It is hollow inside and big enough to store a vibrator. On normal nights this is what fills the toy but tonight, Jungkook stuffed the chastity cage keys into it. You can barely fetch them or use them to unlock his cage because your fingers are shaking so much.

To think that he stored his means of freedom inside himself so you can decide when to give it to him. He is so hot and you want him so bad.

When the cage finally unlocks, you work quickly to get it off of him, throwing it to the side once you did.

Jungkook sobs, rolling his hips up. His poor cock finally springs into its natural position, it is purple and bruised at first but flushes more and more the longer he is free. You soothe it by rubbing him with two hands.

Jungkook moans your name, arching off the sheets. His tip flushes, leaking uncontrollably. It feels hot between your fingers as you massage it from both sides.

Your name leaves him again, as a mewled stutter this time around. He has to repeat each of your vowels twice before he finally manages to get it out. He must be so sensitive right now.

“I could fucking pass out right now. I need you so bad”, you say, rubbing your pussy on his thigh unapologetically. The friction is all that keeps you sane. The knowledge that you smear yourself all over his skin is doing the rest.

“Fuck me. Please”, he begs, throbbing and pulsing in your hands. He is leaking so much, unable to stop.

“I will. I fucking will”, you say and climb off his lap.

Jungkook doesn’t get it, whimpering your name.

“Please.”

“I will, just…need to do this”, you say and take his wrists to guide them above his head. You pick up the chain and shuffle up his body so you can fix the chain on the headboard. You installed your very own hidden hooks for it. They come in handy as you fix him into place.

Speaking of places, you accidentally picked out the sexiest place to tie him down. Right above his face and you aren’t even noticing it.

Jungkook makes sure that you notice by lifting his head and connecting his mouth with your pussy.

“Woah”, you gasp, dropping the chain to grip the headboard. You catch yourself at the last moment from sitting down on his face, but you can’t stop the trembles coursing through your legs.

Jungkook mewls, flicking and swirling his tongue eagerly. You taste so good tonight. You always do, but tonight it hits different. It brings him back to a better reality. A reality where he gets to love you without insecurities nagging at you. A reality where he is your husband and you know what this means. And a reality where his tongue still manages to make you arch your back and moan his name as you clench around nothing.

In this perfect reality this would have continued until he made you climax, but you deny him. You lift yourself and pick up the chains again, securing them on the hooks as quickly as possible just so you can shimmy down again.

Jungkook feels empty until you give him something else by kissing him deeply. His instincts tell him to sling his arms around you, but the chains hold him back.

He whimpers, destined to kiss you without hugging you while you slowly touch him. The agony becomes especially unbearable when you finally sink him into your warmth.

He rips his eyes open, moaning into your mouth but it sounds more like gurgled whimpers. You break the kiss, looking at him for those last few inches.

“Can you feel this?”

“Yeah, it feels so good”, he gets out, spilling tears. He is such a crybaby when you get him subby enough.

“Mhm, it does. Means we’re one. Right?”

“One. We’re one. ___ baby, I love you”, he gets out and sobs in sync with you bottoming out and picking up a rhythm.

He tugs on the chains again, voice turning from a sob to a moan and head rolling to the side. He squeezes his eyes shut, opening his mouth and furrowing his brows. The hickeys look so pretty on his neck and tears fit his face so well.

Your heart pounds and dances as you ride him because you are so happy and in love. Jungkook is the perfect man and he is yours. You don’t know what wondrous deeds you did in your previous life to deserve so much luck, but you are eternally grateful.

“Mine. You’re mine”, you chant, closing your fingers around his throat to cut off his blood flow.

Jungkook fights the chains, wanting to grasp your arms and force you closer to his neck. He can’t. He has to fight the chains and take the very passionate ride.

“Yours. Yours. Yours”, he keeps chanting, filling the silence up with moans and little sobs as you drive him to the brink of madness.

“Mine, yeah. Fuck, I need more”, you say and sit down on him. You slide your hands from his neck and look behind yourself.

Jungkook watches you, filling your pussy with his precum as his cock can’t seem to stop throbbing. It hurts to only be warmed. He wants you to bounce on him again. It feels so good when you do because you are so tight and warm and his cock gets jerked off so heavenly. Please he wants you to move and to choke him and to move and, and, and. This is all he needs. Great sex and intense pleasure.

“There.”

You make his agony unbearable by climbing off him so you could get the toy you spotted.

“Please”, he begs in a shaky whisper, staring at your exposed pussy and ass longingly. You are glistening and look just a little stretched open from his cock. You are also so puffy and look so, so soft.

He wiggles the chains, whispering your name, “please, it hurts.”

Luckily for him, you return quickly and sink him back inside even quicker.

Jungkook moans, swelling inside you happily. His eyes roll back and close, his back arches.

“You’re too needy”, you tease.

“I love you”, he argues and you have nothing to say to that.

He is so sweet, making you smile and pick up a rhythm again.

“I love you too, you egg”, you say, rubbing his tummy as you ride his perfect cock to pure ecstasy. The black eyeliner has smeared by now, sitting on his skin messy and unintelligible. It also spread to your skin, deepening the eternal connection you and he have. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous”, you moan, slamming down on him especially hard.

Jungkook mewls, tugging on the chains and curling his toes. His submission drips from each of his blissed moans. How flushed his face is, how messy his hair sticks to it.

The knowledge that you are the only fucking person who gets to see him like this makes you feel so good. The thought that you are also the only person who he allows to be close in such sinful ways does the rest.

His cock never felt better inside you, giving you pleasure so deep that you feel like floating. And you want more, shifting the toy you got into place.

His eyes are closed so the low hum of the vibrator turning on comes as a surprise to him. Just as the sensations do. The friction of your tightening walls hit him first, the subtle vibrations tickle him next.

Jungkook screams and tugs especially roughly. A dangerous crack follows and suddenly the chains fall from the headboard together with the hook.

“Did you?” you slow down, staring in shock. He broke the bed.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t stop, please I’ll stay put! Please don’t stop!” he begs, keeping his hands above his head.

“Holy fuck, you’re so damn sexy tonight”, you growl and pick up the rhythm again. You press the vibrator closer to your clit, resting your empty hand on his thigh so you can ride him like there was no tomorrow.

Skin slaps against skin, wet squelching and slurping joins it and the bed keeps creaking. Jungkook’s endless moans and helpless gasps for air almost overshadow the other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you”, he keeps chanting, looking so pretty as he takes the ride.

It is almost one in the morning. You and he are delirious in sleepiness, heads dizzy and drugged up from sex. This is so intense that it is soaking into the deepest parts of your souls.

“Fuck. Your moans”, you get out, hips stuttering.

Moving becomes difficult. Not only are you exhausted, but you are also insanely close to an orgasm. He drives you insane with his noises.

You drop to the front, slamming your hand down on his constricted wrists and burying his face in your tits.

“Gotta shut you up for a moment, otherwise I’ll pass out”, you say.

Jungkook sobs, sucking on your nipples respectively. He drools, he slurps, he cries. Your nipples have never felt more appreciated than they do right now and it is going to make you climax.

“Shit, this is…urgh Kook. Now”, your warning is useless because it still surprises him.

He muffles his yelp in your chest, fighting your hand because he wants to hug you. You won’t let him yet, needing the support to ride out your high. You moan his name and become a new person.

“Jesus fuck, woah Kook. Ah Kook, holy fuck. Googie baby…”

And Jungkook sobs, head dizzy and air sparse. He is so close. Your orgasmic convulses feel so good around his cock. The vibrations are so intense.

You are tighter after your high, wetter and hotter too. Jungkook is almost at the peak of what he can take. He thinks that he can’t take much more. And then you straighten up. You slide your hand to his nipples to play with them and Jungkook genuinely sobs like the subby crybaby he currently feels like. You stick the vibrator between his legs so it stimulates his rim and parts of his balls.

Jungkook was right. He can’t take much more.

“Please stop! I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, show me who gets you so high”, you allow him, rubbing the vibrator on his sensitive hole and pinching his nipple.

Jungkook wails, kicking the mattress and arching his back.

“___!”

He almost throws you off from how aggressively he bucks his hips up, but you are used to his wild side. You know how to ride the little beast that is your husband when pleasure really controls him. You slam your hips down, rendering him useless as you intensify his orgasm tenfold.

Jungkook cries real tears once it stops. He begs and begs and begs.

“Please no more. Please, it hurts. Please, sensitive. Please stop.”

And you listen. Well, in your own sadistic ways. You slip off his cock but give him no break. You press the vibrator against his frenulum and squeeze down on his lower stomach.

“Please, hurts. Please, oh god please”, he sobs and coughs, writhing and kicking helplessly as you overstimulate him. You are hovering above his shaky legs, leaking the thick creampie he stored inside you. What a shame that you are leaking, but it is for the greater good. Like this, you can torture him and overstimulate him until he gives you what you crave.

And because it is Jungkook and tonight left him so fucking ruined, it doesn’t take him long to reach it. Another orgasm. So much more intense and slightly painful it hits him. The pressure you have on his bladder decides his fate. He squirts what he held inside, ruining his tensed stomach and the sheets.

He keeps begging the entire time to please make it stop, to please know that he is sorry, to please be gentler. But he doesn’t get it as he orgasms, of course he doesn’t. You want him dry and empty with the knowledge that he will only find pleasure like this with you burned into his mind. This is your way of making sure he is corrupted and loyal to you like a starved man wanting more food.

“Please I’m dizzy, please” he begs, crying miserably. What a cute crybaby he is.

The gentleness comes after when you turn off the toy and throw it to the side, when you wipe the orgasm from his stomach and open the handcuffs. And then you hug him and he finally gets to hug you back, sobbing into your chest as his entire body trembles from what just happened.

“Oh god, oh my god.”

“I’m here. Let it out”, you assure him, holding him close as he pours out his vulnerable heart.

It is some time past one when he finally calmed down.

“Oh god”, he gets out, shuddering.

“Do you feel better?”

“Do you love me again?”

“What? Gosh Googie, of course I do. I never stopped loving you.”

“Then I feel better”, he whispers and hugs you closer, “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so fucking vulnerable. Oh god, everything is sore and, and warm.”

“Yeah, this was pretty intense. You did really well.”

“I just feel so good when I’m with you”, he presses out and looks up at you. His eyes are devoted and glassy.

“I feel good too, my love.”

He smiles and you smile too, wiping the remnants of his tears.

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Googie.”

“Oh god”, he giggles, kicking his feet, “I feel so good.”

“Mhm that’s good. Wanna talk about the broken headboard now? You felt a little too good there, didn’t you?” you tease him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break it. You made me feel so good and I couldn’t control my strength. Just wanted to hold you.”

“Mmh, it’s okay. It’s kinda funny.” You snicker and scrunch your nose. “And hot. My strong hubby.”

Jungkook giggles, heart fluttering.

“Yeah, yours. Your hubby. Yours. I love you”, he gets out, heart fluttering even more when you retort it.

“I love you too.”

“And you know that I’m yours?”

“Yes Googie, I do. You’re mine and I’m yours.” “Yeah, forever.”

You and he share a giddy kiss and get comfortable. You slip under his blanket and pull your pillow closer so you can stay on his side. The reason for your minimised space is the huge wet spot Jungkook left on your side.

“Sorry for dirtying the bed”, he murmurs.

“Is okay. It’s ruined anyway. I think we smeared your eyeliner everywhere.”

He giggles and hugs you closer, nuzzling his nose against you. You snicker, melting into him.

“Did you like it? I planned it really well”, he fishes for praise.

“I loved it. You look so sexy with my name on your body”, you give him the praise, sending his heart into overdrive, “thank you for your efforts, I really cherish them.”

“Anything for you”, he squeaks out, close to bursting in giddiness. He did enough! You felt his efforts and loved them! Oh, he will fly and dance and sing in his dreams tonight.

You and he are so tired, sleep is just an arm’s length away. Silence would be the most logical thing to share, but Jungkook still has something else to share.

“Do you wanna know something?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Katy and Joe were really close today when I came over after work. They were this close to holding hands, I think.”

“Oh my god, this is so exciting. I’m telling you, it’s gonna happen this week. They’re gonna hold hands.”

Jungkook agrees with a little excited squeak and a nod of his head. You and he share giggles, nuzzling into each other giddily. You and he feel so good. Not only did you have amazing sex right now and made each other feel like heaven, you even got to have your daily late night snuggles talks.

This is the best ending to an otherwise bad day. Even if you wake up deadly tired the next day. Totally worth it.

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