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princessbrunette · 2 months ago

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PLAYING DANGEROUS ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

♩ lana del rey — playing dangerous ♩

pairing: detective!johnb x reader.

cw: mentions of a murder, reader is a murderer, mentions of the law, slight age gap, abuse of power, sexual content.

you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day two.

nothing ever happens in this town.

nothing worth talking about anyway. only god knows why john b was stationed out here. what kind of detective work was there to do out in the sticks you might ask? jack all, that’s what. nothing but the occasional stolen tractor, and one time — oh, one time, somebody vandalised the town statue outside the city hall, leaving john b to figure out who did it. now that one was real exciting, he knows he’s not meant to — but he secretly loved the smart criminals. made his job just that bit more exciting. the vandal took out the security cameras facing the monument, and also had questionable motive for the graffiti. took john b the whole of two days to figure out who did it, and they didn’t even get an arrest. just a hefty fine. the criminals round here were boring as ever.

until you.

a murder, in his small town. it rocked everyone, as you can imagine. everyone knew everyone round here, which made things all that more interesting. a young man’s house had been burnt down, with him inside of it. john b had to commend you, you’d sent him out with a bang, not even bothering with a boring method of murder, more paperwork sure but god was it worth it. a real case, hell — he cracks this one and they might even move him up to the city. get him on some real jobs.

now not only were you apparently this young man’s scorned ex lover, the kid apparently being some kind of serial cheater — but john b had asked around, and apparently you hadn’t been careful enough to cover your tracks when purchasing large amounts of gasoline. to him, it was pretty obvious who’d done it— but there was procedures he had to take. things aren’t always as they seem, and john b couldn’t afford to jump the gun and ruin his chances at a promotion.

knock, knock, knock.

it’s late, he’s aware. 9PM isn’t the most appropriate time to show up at a perps door, but hell — with this case came a buttfuck load of paperwork that he hadn’t been doing before and it had taken up all his time. now it was time for some real action, his stomach stirs in excitement. shit, his cock almost hardens.

he starts observing you before you’ve even greet him. the sound of socked feet on wood. do you sound hesitant? frightened? confident and unknowing? is there an air of acceptance to your walk, knowing you commit the heinous crime? he pretends not to notice the jostling of curtains in the window at the front of the house as you undoubtedly take a peak. he figured that was fair, as it was so late — rocking comfortably back and forth on his feet with his hands behind his back.

you take another minute to answer, so he frowns, letting out a little whistle and going to knock again. “uh, are you—”

you swing open the door, big stepford smile on your face. here we go.

“officer?”

“detective.” the brunette flashes his badge, tight and polite smile as he peers into your hallway. “i’m sorry to drop by so late ma’am is this… this a good time?” he’s awkward, young in nature and not so much in stature, the lines in his forehead and around his eyes already telling you he’s a bit older. as you observe him right back, he clears his throat and fixes his tie.

“of course, detective.” you correct with a smile, a knowing one — like you were sharing a joke between friends. he’s unsettled by your energy.

“‘don’t mind if i come inside then do ya? kinda… chilly tonight.” he stuffs his hands in his pockets, pivoting his body round to glance at the blowing trees. your expression settles like you’d been waiting for him to ask, and you widen the door gap — exposing all of you. you stand in the littlest night gown, white silk against your skin and john b feels like letting out a comical gulp. he didn’t think you’d be beautiful. where do beautiful girls get off murdering people? beautiful girls could have whatever they want.

“my, i’m a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” you converse as he passes you, acknowledging that you did infact catch him looking. he says nothing, just smiles and huffs out an awkward chuckle from his nose as he respectfully dusts his boots off on your welcome mat before strolling inside. the house was dark, lit only by candles and you follow him to the living room.

“tea? coffee?” you offer and he lowers himself into an arm chair, patting the quilted arms a few times with his large flat hands. he wants to scoff, knowing better than to take a drink from a probable murderer.

“wh— oh no no, this uh. this shouldn’t take long.” he watches you just as carefully as you watch him, and you make the conscious decision not to sit. you stay standing infront of him, skin glowing in the low light. you were wearing so close to nothing it was distracting to a pent up, perpetually single man like john b. he feels like loosening his tie.

“very well then, detective. what seems to be the issue?”

“do you know anything about a fire, ma’am?” he sounds hesitant, eyes wide but only in the way where he’s stiff with observation, not wanting to miss a second of a tell you might give. there’s a pause of hesitation before you nod, crossing your arms over yourself. unfortunately the only note taken there was that the action pressed your tits together.

“yes. very tragic.”

“yeah, no for sure… not many fires in this town right? got down to a record break last year. only three fires and they were pretty small.” he converses, relaxing a little into the seat. you stay on your feet.

“was bound to happen at some point i suppose. men have a habit of being reckless, leaving things switched on and so on. probably fell asleep with a candle burning.” you sway, eyes flickering to your own candles like you were imagining the same fate for yourself.

“for sure, for sure…” john b nods slowly, taking a moment to look down at his lap as he thinks. where he looks back up, you’re staring.

“he was a uh, boyfriend of yours — if my intel is correct?”

“ex. ex boyfriend.” you correct, jaw tightened just a smidgen like you couldn’t help yourself. john b stares you down, infact he could swear his lips quirk upward just a tiny bit. he’d so got you.

he settles a little more, resting his elbow on the arm of the seat so he could prop up his chin, staring at you with a knowing look.

“mind telling me where you were on sunday evening?” shit.

he watches the shift of emotion on your face, the way it falls ever so slightly before immediately lifting again, like you had full faith on yourself. you smile, huffing out a breathy little giggle as you tilt your head to the side like a confused puppy.

as you speak, you slowly begin to slip the strap of your nightgown down the smooth skin of your shoulder. “gosh, i barely remember. i spend so much time here… all lonely… was probably… keeping myself company, if you catch my meaning, officer.”

“detective.” he rasps, eyes following the strap like the weakling he is. he clears his throat.

“apologies, detective.” you correct, before pulling down the other strap. “you mind if i slip into something a little more comfortable before we continue with this?” you shoot him the innocent doe eyes. he raised his eyebrows, and you drop the nightgown to your feet anyway, naked as the day you were born. “much better.”

john b chuckles, tilting his head to the side as he looks up at you. “this what we’re doing now?” he deadpans with that warm friendly smile that drew you closer.

you giggle, and this time it’s actually authentic, stepping closer until you brave straddling his lap. he winces like you’d placed hot iron on him.

“is it working?” you try your luck, and he’s distracted by the fat of your hips, his coarser hands sliding up them to grab at the meat of them, watching the way your folds part around his growing bulge through his black work pants.

“ugh, i don’t know.” he groans quietly. he knew there was another version of him somewhere, behind glass, watching this all go down. he’d pound on the glass, telling himself to stop, that he was throwing away everything all for some pussy — but the truth was, he was lonely too. this life didn’t leave much room for… socialising.

knowing you were close to breaking him, you roll your hips, letting out an exaggerated whimper as you watch his hands slide up to your tits. “m’sure i can change your mind somehow detective. you really don’t wanna put those tight handcuffs on me, i’m only a fragile girl.”

“fuuuucking shit.” he groans in despair, and you feel his hardness wedged up beneath you.

it’s not even five minutes later and you’ve got him inside of you, his pants around his ankles — a true testament to the way you’d caught him out, used his loneliness against him and it didn’t even take any convincing, he cracked pretty much immediately. shit, he loved his job — but maybe he didn’t wanna go big city cop after all.

your hips went from rolling to aggressive bouncing, your teeth grit, primal and forceful like you couldn’t help yourself. the sweet little mewls you let out after each bounce didn’t match the sheer force at which you were milking him. over the harsh plap plap plap sound — you lean forward to his ear.

“why you lettin’ me get away with it detective? s’it cos you like me? do you like me?” god you were insane, but the neediness in your voice filled a hole he’d craved. he’d always wanted one of those girlfriends, the type that cares too much, wanna know his every move. he knew it was wrong, hell — you’d killed someone. but something about it was getting him off just as much as it was you.

despite being older than you by quite a bit, his eyes held this puppy like quality to them, a youthful gaze he stares up at you with. “because you’re pretty. really pretty, and uh — you’re young.” wow, he was messed up. he’s not even sure why he said the last part, everything was just so twisted.

he was aware of how much he was screwing himself. but hey, john b had always been a sucker for doe eyes and pretty tits, so who could blame the man?

#div by crylynnluv #kinktober 24 ≽^• ⩊ •^≼ ₊˚⊹♡#john b prompt #finished this fic watching the sun rise over vegas ….

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drgnflyteabox · 5 months ago

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Malewife Gaz comes back from deployment desperate for his mean, office siren gf <3

MDNI / dub con-ish / public sex / overstim / anal play / grinding / Kyle is kinda gross lol I luv him / he eats it from the back :D / they're both switches / squirting

Reader works in an office, but it's not clear what she does. She does have her own private office though ;) you go girl!

You're ignoring him.

Your phone isn't turned off, it's not even on silent, but you haven't flipped it right side up despite the near constant buzzing. Kyle has been texting, calling, but you're cross at the moment and don't feel like having it out with him on a work day.

You should turn your phone off. It's distracting, and a little inappropriate to have it making so much noise even through the walls cushioning your personal office.

The thing is, it's a little gratifying that he's desperately trying to reach you. Part of it is the satisfaction that he's a little anxious and wants to make it up, and part of it is wanting him to be extra sorry when you gets home.

Kyle had been able to call you all through the past month despite being on deployment. At least twice a week, you'd be laid up in bed or tucked away on lunch in your office telling him about your day. A rare treat for someone of his vocation, and something you appreciated greatly. The expectation you always set for yourself was zero contact - something to keep you from being hurt or placing more stress on him. Truly, your workaholic tendencies made you perfect for somebody that spent so much time deployed. When he came back, he made you take a break. There was a balance.

Typically you'd get a window of time for when he'd be back home. Your favourite thing to do was to cook a British classic for the occasion, usually bangers and mash - his favourite. You always had his preferred beer too, a brand you noticed he copied from Price. So cute. Yesterday morning he'd sent you a message that he'd be home for 9pm, a little late for dinner but the boys wanted to catch up at their favourite pub before they separated.

Only last night you'd sat at the table waiting for two full hours by yourself before giving up. His meal was packed in the fridge while you'd eaten yours by yourself on the couch with a glass of wine, texts going unanswered.

The worst part wasn't that he hadn't shown up. Sometimes that happened, when missions ran long or he'd gotten too into his cups with his team. It was annoying, but your tradition was to spend the day together when he got back, and you didn't mind having breakfast with him instead. You just didn't appreciate that he didn't even call or text about it, and that in the morning you found him sprawled on the couch with just his boxers and a mess of clothing tossed on the ground from the door to the living room couch. Socks, pants, his tank top.

So, petty as you are, you go to work and forego the tradition. Ignoring him. You dressed nice, too, black stockings and as tarty as you could without getting a call from HR. He hadn't seen you leave, but you wanted to get home and remind him what he was missing.

Your office phone rang once, twice, "hello?" The secretary at the front of the building was a nice enough lady, but she rarely called you directly. "Your lunch is here - the deliveryman is just waiting."

"Deliveryman?" You say skeptically. You hadn't ordered lunch. You'd brought Kyle's leftovers.

"Yep. Should I send him up?" Though you probably know who it is, you tell her you'll be down in the lobby instead. You'd prefer to be safe than sorry, in case it isn't Kyle.

It is.

He looks like a kicked puppy, holding some kind of takeout bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. He knows you love Los Vaqueros, the little coffeeshop next door. It's probably a macadamia nut latte, your favourite.

"Babe," he starts, sounding a little rough. Probably battling a hangover. He's wearing your favourite shirt, a tight black compression shirt that shows off his tits. Grey running sweats. Oh, he's good. "Is your phone dead?"

"I've got a pretty busy day today, Kyle," you're a little snotty about it. Your hip is cocked to the side. You want him to work a little. "I was in the middle of a meeting."

"You can't be that mad at me. I brought you macadamia and a caesar wrap. Come on, baby." He shifts the bag into the same hand as the coffee, using the other to show you his palm in apology.

You peer at him a little warily. It's times like this you wish he wasn't so tall, so that you could look at him all judgemental secretary like. You settle for arching a brow and squinting. "Go away now, I'll see you at home. I better not see any dirty socks on my floor, either."

"I cleaned them this morning, I swear."

"Good. Now scram, and give me that coffee." You reach for the coffee, but he intercept and grabs your elbow. Pulling you closer. "What- kyle--" his hands slides up to your upper back, making you shiver. When you don't pull away, he grins like a schoolboy and starts steering you down the hall. "I have work -!"

"I know, baby, but I really wanna make it up to you. Let me make it up to you." He's speaking quietly as to not alert the secretary a few feet away. He's leading you to the bathroom.

"No! Kyle, I'm at work. Goddammit, I have things to do-"

"No you don't." When you've turned the corner and are out of sight, he slides his hand from your back to your ass, squeezing hard, making you squeak. "And I need you. I woke up so hard. I need your pussy." He's close to whining, tucking his face close to your ear, smelling your hair.

Your voice goes high pitched, flustered, not expecting him to try and cajole you into fucking in a public bathroom. At your workplace no less. "We can't!"

He used to do this when you first started dating; get needy, corner you in some barely secluded place and get you both off one way or another. Quick and dirty. He swore he never fucked anyone else while deployed, and if it wasn't the trust you had in him it was how desperate he seemed to get when he got back that assured you of his faithfulness. Sometimes it was your favourite, just how whiney and flustered he would get. As a treat, if he'd been very good during dinner, you'd wake him up by sucking him off the morning he got back. Surely he had missed that this morning, what with how fast he'd led you to the employee bathroom. Good.

He locks the door behind you, and you let him kiss you a little. You don't see him put your food down, but he must because both his hands squeeze your waist. You rub your thighs together to soothe the pulsing arousal building in your belly.

You hand goes to his chest, pushing him. He's so strong, it takes you slapping his chest and shoulders to move back, panting. "We can't, I'm serious. Do you want me to get fired?"

He licks his lips, not even looking you in the eye. "You won't get fired, baby. Just be quiet. Let me take care of you-" you interrupt him by grabbing his face and squeezing his cheeks hard, making his lips pucker up.

"Can you not think with your cock? Couldn't you have dropped lunch off and waited for me back home like a good boy?"

He slides his big hands down your waist to your hips, tilting his hard cock so its pressed against you. Despite you holding him, he walks you both forward until your back hits the wall and he can grind against you hard. "Kyle- I'm not kidding," you say sternly, but don't move away. His cock rubs deliciously against your mons, not quite where you want it, but a good enough tease that your breath shudders out in a moan.

"Please, please, let me," he begs, grinding. Pressing his body right up to yours. You acquiesce a little, moving your hand from his face to down his pants and into his boxers. "Hrmmn-nn fuck, fuck," he whines. Bypassing his dick, you feel him start to hump desperately, like a dog. He shudders hard and you're squashed against the wall as you palm his balls, playing with them a little. You feel wetness drip down your wrist.

"Did you just come?" Honestly, you're delighted, but you make sure your tone is disappointed. Mean. Your pussy squeezes, wets your panties a little more. "Bad boy. I thought you were going to make it up to me?"

"Oh fuck, thank you baby. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you still. Just give me a second."

"No way. Get to work." It's easy to bully him a little when he's so fresh from his orgasm. You push him onto his knees and lift a heel to rest it on that big, muscular thigh.

Your tits feel squashed in your bra as you breathe hard, looking down at him. He pushes his forehead against your stomach, pushing your skirt up while murmuring something into the fabric. You palm yourself, pinch your own nipples through the fabric. Feeling empowered, your hand goes to his hair and you grind your panty covered pussy right on his nose.

"Go on."

He licks you through the fabric, long laps of his tongue. Sucks on where your clit is, wetting the fabric. Kyle grips your thighs and pulls them wider apart, making you teeter dangerously on one heel, the other digging into his leg. He mouths at your panties and bites gently at you while your scratch his scalp and neck.

He moans, and finally pushes your underwear down. You clench as your wetness is exposed to the air, cooling you. Your clit stands up, peeking out of your hood. He gives it a little lick, directly on the underside where you're most sensitive. It makes you jump, not expecting it. He doesn't let you move away, instead wrapping his lips around you and sucking, hard.

"Oh Jesus--" your knees buckle a little, "Kyle, fuck," he pulls back and turns you around forcefully, making you arch. His hand finds your ankle and lifts your leg up and out, tongue finding your cunt once again. He eats you out like he's making out with you, like a sloppy kiss. His other hand squeezes where your ass and thigh meet, spreading you open.

"I missed you so much," he says. "I missed this pretty little cunt. Oh, jesus, I'm hard again." Of course he is - his refractory period has always been quick. This is a new record, though. "Can I fuck you, baby?"

You have to really force your words out, with how he spreads your asscheeks and licks your other hole. "Nn- no. You haven't - haven't earned it yet."

Kyle doesn't say anything to that, just curls his tongue in your ass and let's your ankle go to pinch your clit between two fingers, twisting it. You shout, then go still, remembering where you are. "Kyle --!" It sneaks up on you, how fast your orgasm comes. From your toes to your nipples, electricity shoots through you and tightens your skin. You tremble violently, soaking his fingers and his face. He stands up while you go through the aftershocks, hands stroking your belly and holding you from behind, crowding you and making you feel safe.

Kyle kisses your nape, sucks your earlobe a little. Waits like a gentleman. You lean back against him and squeeze his fingers.

"I'm gonna fuck you now." He's not asking anymore, and you're boneless, so you just spread your legs and let him push his cock into you slowly, enjoying the stretch. It makes you rise onto your tiptoes, letting him take your weight. He rocks into you slowly at first, hands roaming from your stomach to your tits to your throat. Pinching and squeezing, having earned your submission.

"I missed you too," you admit finally, breathily. "I love you, big boy."

Kyle hums, sucking a mark into your neck, picking up his pace. "I love you too." He nibbles on you a little. His thumb finds your asshole again, pushing in, making you whine high and thin. "You gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock? I've been waiting for this, you know. Your pussy feels like home."

Your cunt drips on him, making wet little sounds while he fucks you hard against the wall. You're still sensitive from coming earlier, so you squirm on his cock, squeezing around him. "Come inside me, please," you beg. You need to feel it. He uses his free hand to push your face into the wall, bucking into you once, twice, then holding himself taut as a bowstring. His hips grind minutely against your ass while he comes, flooding your pussy.

Kyle doesn't let you go, just pulls his cock and thumb out quickly, taking advantage of your stupor to cup your pussy and roughly squeeze your clit. You yelp, jumping, but keep your legs spread. Your peak is building again, and he knows it. Two of his big fingers find your stretched hole and push in, curling and rubbing viciously until the pressure builds and builds and your pussy contracts, pleasure slicing through your abdomen painfully. You cover your mouth with your hands just barely in time to shout, knees buckling with your orgasm.

If not for Kyle holding you up, you'd have fallen down to the floor. You shake, feeling cored. He nuzzles you sweetly, licking your ear. His hand pets your pussy gently until you push him away, way too sensitive.

"Can I take you home, babygirl?"

"Yes please," your voice is a croak.

Kyle is a little inconsiderate in this but I hope it didn't read as angst and more playfulness between established partners <3<3 I feel like Kyle is a very noble character and he puts a lot of pressure on himself. Always worrying about what the right thing is. I figure with reader he can let go a little :') reader is a little miffed but she's soft for her man <3

Also I wrote this on my phone between shifts during a 13 hour day so please forgive any typos or grammar mistakes

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princessmaybank · 1 year ago

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What Did Daddy Say?

Pairings: gentle dom!JJ x fem!reader

Warnings: masturbation (fem), cussing, caught, daddy kink, praise, gentle dom JJ, nickname: princess, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unedited.

Summary: You were missing JJ and you decided to pleasure yourself while he was gone.

Authors Note: Hi guys! Sorry I've been kinda MIA! I've been coming up with new ideas and this is one I've been working on since I've started this account. I hope you like it.

JJ was still at work and wouldn't be home until late tonight. It's already 9pm and he wouldn't be home for a few more hours. You missed him so much, he was on your mind all day, you craved his touch. You couldn't help yourself. You closed the bedroom door and got yourself comfortable. The clothes you were wearing were now on the floor and there was one nightstand lamp on. The bedsheets felt silky against your naked body, instantly relaxing you.

When your head hit the pillow, your fingers snaked down to your clit. The feeling of your cold finger tips against your hot pussy was enough to get you more wet and excited. You began to slowly rub yourself which caused your eyes to shut. Your other hand found its way to one of your boobs. You started playing with your nipple as your other hand started teasing your hole. The middle finger on the hand between your thighs was rubbing circles around your hole, slipping in after a few laps then repeating the process.

Eventually you gave in, slipping some fingers into your needy hole while your other hand slowly began to rub your body. In your mind, they were JJ's hands caressing every inch of your body. The memories of JJ's lips kissing your favorite places were being played in the back of your head. You remember how good it feels to have his pretty pink lips pressed to your wet little pussy.

Moans started escaping your mouth as your fingers picked up the pace. Your other hand was now rubbing your clit as you were fingering yourself. "Oh fuck JJ. Fuck me daddy." You moaned out. What happened next was very unexpected.

"What did daddy tell you about touching yourself princess?" JJ's voice echoed in your mind. You got embarrassed and immediately stopped what you were doing to sit up and face him. Your eyes fell on the man before you. JJ was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "J-Jay" You are shocked and stutter before he cuts you off. He took his shirt off and walked over to you. He got on his knees next to your side of the bed. "What did daddy tell you about touching yourself princess?" He asked, sounding more stern. You look at him feeling embarrassed. "You told me not to touch myself unless you tell me I can." He nods after your statement. "So why did I catch you touching yourself princess?" He put his right hand on your left hip and started caressing you up and down. He looked into your eyes with love. He wasn't mad he was almost hurt.

"I'm sorry J-" He cuts you off again. "That's not my name princess." He sounded a little bit more rough. "I'm sorry daddy. I missed you so much and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay awake for you. But you came home early!" You announced very happy. "So you just wanted to feel good princess? Because you missed Daddy's cock?" He smirked which caused you to nod slowly.

"Well I'm home now princess." He pushes you onto your back. He hovers your naked body and starts peppering kisses along your neck causing quiet whimpers to come from your lips. JJ moves his lips to yours, starting off with slow sensual kisses. His hands were feeling up your body. They moved to your boobs, needing them with his hands and making sure to not let your lips part from each other.

You were surprised when you felt his hand move down to your heat, teasing your folds. "Please touch me JJ." He pulled away from you and looked down at you with an upset expression. "There's only one thing you are allowed to call me princess." He lightly spanked your pussy. You moaned from the contact. "I'm sorry Daddy." He kissed your forehead then got on his knees in front of you. "It's okay princess, sometimes you need to be reminded." He smiles up at you.

JJ started kissing up your thighs while pushing you lightly to lay back. You were squirming from the contact that was tickling you between your legs. He finally made it to the spot you so desperately needed him. He began by teasing you lightly with kisses pressed to your heat.

Eventually you felt his cold tongue lick a stripe up your cunt. He was slow and gentle, which was nice but you needed more. You pressed your hand to the back of his head in hopes to get him to suck on your pulsating clit. He clearly understood. "Oh fuck.." You cried out. He positioned himself to stare up at you while sucking mercilessly on your clit. He noticed how undone he was making you and you felt a little smirk form on his face.

He moved down slowly, making sure he was still teasing you on the way to your hole. JJ pressed his tongue to your aching pussy and slowly inched his way back to your needy bud. He continued this motion several times until he finally had you caught off guard and thrust one finger inside of you. "Your pussy is so tight for me princess." You moaned in response.

His pace got quicker as he added another digit between your swollen folds. His mouth found your sweet spot once again, making you throw your head back. JJ knew he was doing good with you when he felt your legs begin to shake. "Fuck daddy I'm gonna cum." You whined. This caused JJ to speed up the process a little bit more. "One second princess, I'm not done making you feel good just yet. Hold it in." He retorted making you whimper. "Mmm that's it, you look so pretty with my fingers inside of you." He felt you clenching around his fingers. "Oh fuck yeah that's it princess, don't let me go." He smiled to you but you didn't notice.

You are fighting your orgasm harder than you ever have before. "You are such a good girl for me. Fuck look at this gorgeous little pussy ready to explode." He praised. JJ started sucking on your left nipple which was too much to handle. "I can't go any longer daddy. I have to cum please." You pleaded with JJ.

"You can cum now princess." He said with a slight giggle in his voice. You moaned his name as you released onto his fingers. "Fuck, you are just so perfect." JJ got into bed and held you close. He kissed your temple. "I love you princess."

#rudy pankow smut #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #obx fic #outer banks #rudy pankow x reader #obx x reader #outer banks smut #smut prompts

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mixtape127 · 7 months ago

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i dream about you and i ☆

taeyong x gn reader

genre : fluff, non idol au, college kinda au

summary : confessing your feelings is one thing, but the feeling in your stomach is another.

warnings : strong language, mention of panic and anxiety but really slightly because reader is confessing, cuteness overload, no caps, reader smokes and is def simping on sleepy taeyong, not really proofread but i hope there are no errors tho

words : 1k

notes : sorry english isn't my native language so i did my best !! taeyong is leaving for military soon and i can't handle it, so i'm coping with cute content. hope you enjoy ♡ lmk if a part 2 is needed !

the weight of my emotions had been suffocating me for too long, i couldn't bear the burden any longer and finally decided to do it; to confess my feelings. the mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine. my stomach was in knots, and i couldn't tell if the sensation was caused by a swarm of butterflies or my organs colliding against each other. it's a nerve-wracking experience, but i hoped that it would be worth it in the end.

my feet led me to his building. hopefully, his roommate won't be there. i can't imagine the scene and i'm almost sure i would run away if Doyoung opened the door.

i have already smoked three cigarettes in the last 15 minutes.

my heart was pounding so hard that i could feel it in my throat as I looked up at the darkened building in front of me. the streetlights cast a golden glow, painting the surrounding area in a sickly yellow hue. i squinted, trying to make out any signs of life or activity in his apartment, but all i could see was darkness. i know it's 9pm, but come on, don't tell me he's sleeping.

hoping that he is not asleep, i throw away my cigarette and head towards the main entrance. i climb the stairs one by one, my brain emptying little by little with each step. i thought of using the elevator, but i'm almost convinced it would fill the emptiness in my head since there was no music playing in there.

as i walked down the hallway, only hearing the sound of my footsteps echoing on the walls, the nerves in my stomach churned. before i knew it, i was standing in front of his door. my hand trembled slightly as it rose to knock, but i managed to keep it steady. come on y/n.

i knocked my knuckles against the wood apprehensively, but there was no answer. after a few moments of hesitation, i decided to ring the doorbell, hoping that he would hear it and come to the door. i pressed the button lightly, waiting anxiously for a response. and then i realised. he's probably going to open the door, and after that, there is no going back.

i feel like time is dragging on and minutes feel like hours. i even consider turning back, he's probably sleeping or just not there.

as i breathe out and adjust my jacket, the door cracks open, and the apartment is engulfed in darkness. the light from the corridor reveals a slightly disheveled Taeyong, with swollen eyes, indicating that he was probably sleeping. i can't help but think how beautiful he looks.

"y/n? what are you doing here at this hour?" he said in a voice slightly broken by tiredness.

my heart accelerates. "come on, it's not that late, were you sleeping? did i wake you up?"

he shrugged his shoulders. "i was just taking a nap" his fingers fidget with the door he's holding. "but you're making me worried, what's the matter? a problem with Doyoung ?"

no Taeyong, your roommate is not the problem...

i swallow hard, my own thoughts getting stuck in my throat. i feel like a thousand waves of feelings are overflowing my brain. “i have something to tell you but it can wait until tomorrow if you're sleep-..”

what am i even saying? i got up from my comfortable bed, walked over here, and woke him up to tell him that it could wait until tomorrow? love is making me act up for real.

"you've already woken me up, so come in." he smiles. that cute smile. that damn smile.

i come in and put my jacket next to the sofa. Taeyong turns on the little light next to the tv, scratching his head right after, not hiding the loud yawn that escapes from his lips. his t-shirt and shorts whose colours are matched as usual, his lips pouting slightly, his small eyes. i'm down bad.

“tell me everything, do you want something to drink?”

i nod. "it'll be fine ! it won't last long... i..."

all of a sudden, i feel like my saliva is stuck, and i almost choke. Taeyong shoots me a concerned look. "hey, y/n, are you okay? i'm really worried. i feel like you're about to confess to me that you've committed a crime, and i have to help you cover it up." he chuckles.

i take a deep breath and shake my head. my hands are folded together and i'm playing with my thumb anxiously. i stare at my socks as if they could magically give me courage. the reason why i want to confess my feelings to him is because i've grown tired of constantly doubting myself. since this summer - and now that we're in winter - i've been thinking about him non-stop. his smile, his voice, the way he could talk about his fishes all day, or his new shoes and hats, and the way he laughs - everything about him makes me madly in love.

because if he rejects me, i can finally move on.

"Taeyong, i'll get straight to the point. i like you. i have had feelings for you since this summer. i fell in love with you, even though the word seems strong to me and i almost never use it. but that's the case. i know that coming to your place at this hour to tell you this is crazy, but i didn't really think about it that much and just followed my gut. gosh, it sounds so lame..." i smack my forehead, closing my eyes.

all my limbs begin to tremble.

a long silence settles in.

and my breathing jerks.

i keep my eyes closed anxiously.

"so, you... like me?"

his voice echoes softly in the room. i nod slowly, still unable to look him in the eyes.

all i hear is a scoff, followed by his cute laugh. i can't tell if he's genuinely laughing so hard that air gets stuck in his throat or if he's suffocating.

"i was planning on telling you on tuesday after class that i like you." he said with an amused voice.

my eyes widen this time.

"you what ?..."

"i like you."

he smiles.

holy shit.

#taeyong x reader #taeyong x gn reader #taeyong #kpop #nct #the brainrot is real #nct 127 #taeyong lee #taeyong x y/n #kpop x reader #kpop x gn reader #taeyong i'll miss you #fluff #nct fluff #taeyong fluff #too soft to handle for me tbh

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leebitkitty · 1 year ago

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welcome back !! I've missed you sm 🤞

I'd like to ask for dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader with the prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and I'm hard, I'm sorry."

19: "I'm done being just roommates."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, I really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "I love you."

context: my idea was, jeongin living with his friends; he was crushing on reader and one night, he happens to be awake in the living room when reader goes for a glass of water, they see him; starts prompt 26 and for the rest I trust you <3

Hope its not too much, you can delete some prompts and adapt it as you want to !!

thank you so much for your time <3

– 🍥🍡 or 🍡🍥 Anon (can't remember, it's been a while 😭)

"i knew this would happen one day. us. together."

pairings: dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader

genre: tiniest bit of angst, smut

note: (its 🍥🍡!!) hi anon!! it has been a while lol i have missed you! i am going to remove prompt 19 since i have done that already😭 also this is like hella short.. and extremely rushed🥰🥰 anyways, please enjoy!

prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends, and i'm hard. i'm sorry."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, i really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "i love you."

warnings: explicit sexual content, roomate!jeongin, exhibitionism(?) jeongin has friends over, unprotected sex (be careful), penetrative sex (p in v), cumming inside, unestablished relationship

minors do not interact

"hey y/n, could i invite my friends here for a sleepover?" jeongin calls from the living room, eyes still glued to the tv ever since the morning. "sleepover? yeah, sure, i mean it's your house too," you say from the kitchen, jeongins happy face immediately turning towards you, giving you a big grin as you feel your heart swell at how cute he looked in that moment. "thanks! we won't be too loud, and they'll probably just be in my room anyways," he continues, eyes focusing back to whatever show he was playing.

and that is how you ended up with 8 men in your house. not in his room like he said, but in your living room. hogging the tv at 9pm. to be honest, you were a bit upset at just how many people he had invited. you expected a few friends.. but definitely not 7 people. you sprint to jeongin, who was currently making snacks for everyone in the kitchen. "you didn't tell me you were inviting this many people!!" you whisper-scream. "and they're not even in your room!" you continue, so angry that steam could probably be seen coming out of your ears.

"reeeelaaaax y/n, c'mon. it's not even that many people! they're just having fun," jeongin slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. you rolled your eyes and angrily stomped back to your room, slamming the door. why were you so angry? you honestly had no idea, and you felt mad at yourself for yelling (kinda) at jeongin when he was just having fun. you turned on the tv in your room to chase your thoughts away, falling asleep a couple hours later.

you wake up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat, your oversized shirt with nothing underneath clung to your body. you rub your eyes and look at the digital clock on your bedside table, reading 12:43pm. you fan yourself off for a bit before getting up off the bed and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. you walk towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for some ice for your water. "hey, y/n," jeongin calls out from his spot on the couch. "holy sh-," you nearly yelp out. "you scared me to death, jeongin. it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?" you continue, pouring your water.

"didn't feel like sleeping. my head hurts from the alcohol," he says, scooting over the couch to give you room to sit down. you sit on the couch, turning on the tv as you think. this could possibly be the perfect chance to tell jeongin you like him, you think to yourself. you look at jeongin once more as you scoot closer to him, eventually straddling his lap. to his suprise, he looked up to you, eyes widened, resting his phone on his pants to give you his undivided attention.

"i really need to tell you something," you start, staring into his eyes. "i.. i like you. always have. ever since i met you, i really could not stop myself from constantly thinking about you. i know its a bad time to say that but-" jeongin is quick to suprise you by setting his finger on your lips, smirking but still with a fond look in his eye. "shh.. i know." he purrs. "w-wait. jeongin?" you question, feeling something poking you from his lap. you look down, suprised to see him hard. "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and im hard. i'm sorry. but am i? i couldn't help it.. with you moving around so much and telling me how much you love me," he giggles menacingly.

jeongin looks down to find you slightly grinding yourself on his boner, seeing you close your eyes and breathe shakily. his eyes almost pop out of his sockets when he sees your glistening cunt peeking out of your shirt. "wait." he stops you, "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?" jeongin faintly murmurs. "mmm, i had a feeling we'd start doing.. this." you whisper. "you little whore. if you wanted me so bad you should've said it," he annouces. "can i.. touch you there?" he asks, reaching out to your clit. "yes, please, i really really need you," you whisper, bringing jeongins hand under your shirt to lightly trace your arousal.

"do you like it when i touch you there, baby?" jeongin rasps, kissing your clavicle. "fuck, i really need you right now." you grind harder, whimpering in his presence. "shh.. not too loud. we don't want my friends to wake up and see you helplessy grinding on my lap like a little whore, do we?" he interjects, ironically touching you faster. "f-fuck, no.." you lightly groan, muffling your mouth into jeongins neck. "i'm.. i'm close, jeongin," you quietly whine, grinding faster. jeongin rips his hand away from your cunt, putting his wet fingers into his mouth, rolling his eyes back. you look up and groan from the sight, trying to withdraw from jeongins tight hold on your waist to chase your already ruined high.

"mmm.. you taste so sweet, don't you? i've always wondered how you'd taste," he muffles, fingers still in his mouth. "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk," you mutter angrily, still trying to squirm away from jeongins grip. "ah ah ah.." jeongin smirks, "you're not going to get any pleasure by acting like a little brat," he firmly hisses, implying the last 3 words with a flick to your clit making you shiver. "would you rather i have you cum on my fingers or my dick? the choice is yours, baby." he says lowly, fondling with your tits under your shirt. "o-on your dick," you hush. "right answer," he pecks your lips, untying his sweatpants.

jeongin aligns with your cunt, both of you leaking like crazy. "can you be a good pup and ride me?" he asks gently, fingers tracing your lips. you nod, finally sinking jeongins cock in your hole. jeongin closes his eyes and lets the currently overwhelming pleasure take over him. "remember, we have to be quiet," he hushes, fingers playing with your shirt. you start moving, connecting your lips to jeongins neck leaving warm hickeys behind. you move faster, quiet whines leaving your throat. jeongin moves his hand to your mouth, silencing you from any loud noises. "fuck, you're doing so well," he strangles, lips pulled into a tight line, holding back his own moans. staying quiet was hard for him too, you thought.

"j-jeongin, i'm close," you say breathlessy, movements becoming sloppy and off-time. "relax, baby, i got you," jeongin sits up, thrusting up once, eventually pulling back out and thrusting into you again, setting his own pace. he keeps rutting into you, eventually touching your clit to get you to your high faster. you cum with a scrunched face, body shaking from the stimulation. jeongin feels you clenching onto him from overstimulation, cumming not much later.

you collapse on jeongin, both of your chests heaving, warm breaths fanning eachother. jeongin lifts his hand to pet your hair, calming you down.

"you make me so happy, y/n. i love you so much."

#this was so rushed #i hate it #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin smut #skz imagines #yang jeongin imagines #skz x y/n #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x y/n

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months ago

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AITA (30f) for losing my cool/snapping at my roommate and friend (30m, who I will call Kyle) because he was too loud playing games online with his friends?

For context, in case it's needed: this happened a couple months ago, but it's been on my mind. We are both autistic and thus got a late start in our adult lives, in several ways. We have been friends for 10 years and have lived together for roughly 7 of them, on and off (we adopted 2 cats together many years ago, its just easier like this so we dont have to separate them or force one of us to be away from the cats. we love them very much. kind of a coparenting situation lol). Kyle has a salaried tech job that's remote for 70% of the time, and I've recently become a full-time online college student after failing to "make it" without a degree.

We live in a tiny 2-bedroom house that Kyle's family owns. We're only charged for utilities, which is why neither of us are leaving anytime soon (contrary to what you might assume, Kyle does not make a lot of money), especially since it's giving me the opportunity to go to school full-time and not worry about rent. Kyle helps me a lot with groceries and other necessities and I do most of the chores.

So we are always basically on top of each other, and sometimes we get on each other's nerves. We try to be respectful of each others' space, but it's hard because there is not much space in the first place.

I had a really busy day studying and doing homework, which is basically every day for me, since I'm taking 6 classes, 4 of which are STEM classes. So I tend to fall asleep early if I'm not unintentionally pulling all-nighters. I was trying to sleep when this happened around 9pm.

He usually closes his door because he knows he can be very loud, but it doesn't help much. I ended up having to close my own door to try and drown out some of his yelling and laughing, which I understand is going to happen and I try not to hold it against him.

But then he opened his door and left it wide open, so I could hear everything, like he was in the same room. Something really funny must have happened because he started scream-laughing.

Despite this being a semi-regular weekly occurrence, I was really startled. I figured, it probably wasn't intentional and he'll try to quiet down and close his door. I tried to relax and as soon as I started to fall asleep, he did it again, except louder.

This time he didn't stop, he was full-on screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs. Kinda like those game streamers/youtubers where literally all they do is scream the whole time? Very similar. My cat, who was asleep under the blanket on top of me, got startled awake and scratched the shit out of my leg.

I think this all triggered a "fight" response because I was suddenly just so incredibly pissed at Kyle, which I tried to get under control, but he would not stop screaming and I literally could not hear myself think.

(I cannot wear earplugs or have anything in/covering my ears for huge sensory reasons.)

Then my cat wanted to leave the room to see what the commotion was, so I had to open the door, which gave me a direct line of sight to to Kyle at his computer.

I walked over to his doorway. Tried to knock and call his name, but he didnt notice with his noise cancelling headphones on. So I slammed my hand against his door to get his attention & yelled "Hey! Shut the fuck up, Kyle!"

He looked surprised to see me and laughed and kinds waved it off and said "sorry, it got a little intense" and he started to explain what they were doing.

I cut him off and said "I don't care. Shut the hell up." He said he could close his door again, and I said "No, you need to stop. Just stop! You're freaking the cats out too!" and I pointed to my leg with huge bloody scratch marks, shut his door, went back to my room, shut my own door. And of course after that I had adrenaline coursing through my body and I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After that, I didnt hear a single sound from his room apart from an occasional quiet laugh. I started to feel guilty. I think I overreacted and ruined his fun. I know this is his way of blowing off steam halfway through the work week.

I also felt embarrassed because his friends probably heard me throwing a fit. We have lived with them before, and they're exactly that loud every single night. I have had to ask them to quiet down multiple times, and Kyle told me later on that gave them the impression that I'm. Well, "neurotic, controlling bitch" was heavily implied. Kyle is usually a lot more chill, but being around these guys influences him to act more like them.

But, I guess being loud while having fun isn't a crime, especially when it's not even 10pm yet. I feel like I proved his friends right, maybe.

The next morning I apologized, he apologized too, and everything seems to be good between us, but it's been a while and he's a lot quieter during game night now. He's such a reserved and stressed out person, he hardly ever laughs except when he's playing games, so I feel like I destroyed an important outlet.

I told another friend what happened and she said I didn't overreact at all and she would have flipped out way sooner if her husband did that. (Not sure it's comparable I mean we aren't married lol) And for the record, this friend and her husband were once part of a now-fractured friend group including Kyle and his game night friends, but grew apart, for a lot of reasons, but I think mainly because the Loud Gamer Friends never really grew up while everyone else matured and moved on to different phases in life.

Basically my friends current impression of Kyle is that he is a decent person but incredibly emotionally stunted and feels like he may unintentionally cope in ways that often hurt me without caring as much as she thinks he should. Which....feels partially accurate, I guess. But isn't that placing too much responsibility on him for my wellbeing? He does a lot for me, so it felt like an unfair thing to say.

My mom on the other hand, seems to fully think I am an asshole fun-ruiner. She thinks I should have tried harder to calm down. Maybe I should have approached him sooner - nicely.

And I agree. He probably would have tried his best to oblige even if he couldn't fully succeed. But that's the reason I didn't bother - in the past he has only been able to honor that kind of request for maybe 10-15 minutes, then forgets, and it's exhausting to keep reminding him.

Anyway... what does everyone here think?

#aita #am i the asshole

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nakedtoasterr · 2 years ago

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Male reader month | April edition

This one is late so I apologize but life happens, hopefully I can get into a rhythm of getting these done before the end of the month.

I added 3 experimental fics this time around. Two of them are character x GN reader and the other is a Fem character x Male reader. I’m hoping you all will enjoy these and please tell me if you don’t! I won’t add any in the future if that is that case

Ps: if anyone wants to help with these hmu im so slow 😰

Sfw male reader

Kittens; scoups | @seventeenficsformalereader

Scoups(?) x male reader

None listed

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A Tease | @moonbyulsstuff

Kaidou x male reader

None listed

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Tea at 9pm | @anystalker707

Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader

babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

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Izuku midoryia x male reader | @odue-sp

Izuku x male reader

m/n has a problem with personal space and people touching him. m/n's quirk is tendrils, he is able to form them anywhere on his body they're usually invisible (warped areas). They're supposed to be visible but he's able to make them disappear.

Top male reader

Soft yandere Aether x MR | @dvlboy

Aether x male reader

Soft yandere aether

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Sub/bottom Dottore and pantalone hc

@bazthefirstborn

Dottore/ pantalone x male reader

crying, (A LOT) spit, sensory deprevation, rp, bj's, (m reader recieving) just general gay men activities

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who loves to be marked? | @chaepink

Izuku/Bakugo/kirishima x GN!reader

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

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Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader hc

@justice-maul

Tony stark x male reader

Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out (tell me if I messed any, I didn’t double check this)

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Bottom male reader

Daddy’s home | @dabisbratz

Gojo x male reader

light angst, daddy kink, bottom male reader, finger sucking, fingering, apology sex, dubcon (gojo’s a lil pushy but everything is consensual), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, biting, reader’s kinda bratty, possessiveness, established relationship, secret relationship, reader’s a regular civilian, anal sex, spit, mating press, sexualizing gojo’s thermographic xray vision, amab body terminology

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Momo x male reader | @trafalgarya

Nsfw head canons

mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

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The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy

@adoniss-tales

Gabriel x male reader

corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration : reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once.

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Ayato Petplay | @vikeii

Ayato x Male reader

pet play, established relationship, everything is consensual!!!, puppy play, mild praise kink, cockwarming, dumbification, male reader, belly bulge, mild overstim, mild nipple play, collars and leashes !! he/him pronouns for reader, amab reader, marking, biting

Hey y’all!!! I know I’m super extra late but I really did try… I’ll do my best to start earlier in the month so this doesn’t happen again I’m so sorry guys. Tysm for all the support on my last post!!! Seeing all the reposts and hearts really motivated me to finish this one. ❤️❤️

Extra apologies to the ppl I messaged when it was 3 am over here. I’m not my best when I’m bout ready to pass out

#bottom male reader #dom male reader #fanfic #fic rec #male reader #sub male reader #top male reader #x male reader #anime fic #hot anime guys #hot anime girls #I need them to step on me #sorry lol #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #fem character x male reader #bokutosproperty male reader months

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kalyxvfx · 1 year ago

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POLICE OFFICER ELLIE

Ellie x fem!reader

Summary: Ellie doesn’t have much time left over for you so you’re confronting her.

Content: angsty stuff, sweet story

Note: This is my first story so if there’s something not right with it or it doesn’t really make sense at some points feel free to tell me! I’m open for any criticism. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this!

Word count: 743

Another evening where you come home to an empty apartment with the lights off and just silence. Since Ellie got this job, which she worked very hard for, she always comes home very late in the evening or she doesn’t have much time for you anymore.

You love her, but you get kinda jealous of all the people that get to see her every day for several hours and you know it is a little pathetic but you couldn’t help yourself.

Throwing your bag in the corner next to the dresser, you take off your jacket and shoes. It’s October so it is really cold and rainy out there so you’re very glad that you finally come home after a stressful day at work.

Today a new trainee came to you in the office and you were the one who had to take care of her. She, Linda, always made mistakes that you had to fix afterwards. You could understand her since it was her first day but it was kind of annoying to you.

It is already 9pm so you start to wonder where your precious girlfriend is right now. After a few minutes you decide to call her, but you just hear the voice of her lovely mailbox.

“She has never been this late” you mumble to yourself. Maybe the day is as stressful for her as for you, you think.

Walking over to the kitchen you start to cook because waiting on Ellie will just drive you crazy or you’ll get frustrated. “Alexa, play “Blank Space” from Taylor swift on a low volume” you say to this little speaker which is standing on the dining room table.

After a while of cooking and enjoying the music in the background, you finally hear a key on the other side of the door.

“Hey babe, I’m home” Ellie says a little bit tired when the door opens. “Hey, how was your day?” You ask while she closes the door behind her and slips out of her shoes. She looks as if she had been run over, or at least like she needs 10 days of sleep.

Ellie is coming towards you as she replies “Good I guess.” in an exhausted tone. Good I guess? “An interesting answer when you’re away the whole day” You say with a hint of upsetness while she sights and you continue “and couldn’t even call your girlfriend back.”

You know that she probably has much to do at work and maybe it’s unfair to say it like this but you don’t see her that often anyway, and she can’t even call back?

“Okay babe, hear me out-” she tries to say but you cut her off. “No, no hear me out, I don’t get to see you much anyway and I just wanted to have a calm evening with you, eating your favorite dish, watching a movie together and laugh with you, you’ve been promising this to me since forever now” You explain more upset now than before.

Ellie looks at you a little bit disappointed by herself, “I’m so sorry my love, I didn’t know that this is hurting you so much.” She says while she comes to stand by your side, putting her arms around your back from behind. A faint sob escapes you and Ellie instantly knows that this can’t continue like this

“Hey, don’t you cry, we’ll find a solution okay?” She emphasizes, giving you a kiss on your temple. Just as she does, your head feels as light as a feather. You missed this, all of this. “Okay.” you slowly say, placing your hands at Ellies hands at your lower stomach.

“I’ll speak with my boss tomorrow and try to get better work hours. I don’t want you to be so sad. Why haven’t you said something before?” She asks softly, hugging you a little bit tighter now.

Why haven’t you said something to her before? Why did it bother you so much and you haven’t said something? Was it really so hard to say? Maybe, you think, not really able to get an answer out of your head except that all those worries were just ridiculous now that you think of it.

Her reaction was so lovely and that’s why you love her. “I love you” You say, turning your head to her. “I love you too.” She responds with a slight smile as she kisses your lips.

Communication is key.

#ellie williams #ellie #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #the last of us #wlw love #wlw #wlw post #women loving women #lgbtq #cute #angst #angst with a happy ending #light angst

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celli-ohs · 7 months ago

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awooga!

part one of accidentally in love! series shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future, idk yet)

2. beautiful glorious blue-eyed king (written portion included 1.9k)

Soobin is starving. It’s 8:47 pm, and they don’t close until 9. Not only that, he agreed to take Jaemin’s shift when he had an assignment due at 10 pm. Apparently, Jaemin’s friends were all at some club, and of course he could not miss out. If he were being honest, Soobin really didn’t mind staying, especially since Jaemin said he’d cover for him whenever he needed next time. But as his stomach grumbled from the lack of food, he was beginning to regret his choices. He’s idly cleaning the counters while daydreaming about dinner when the door chimes. A customer? At nearly 9pm? Soobin takes his time as he turns around to greet them. “Welcome in-” He suddenly chokes, coughing over his words. He quickly tries to gulp down some water. “Woah, are you okay?” Your sweet voice causes him to cough again.

What were you doing here?!? Why did you come so late, where there’s no one else but you and him!? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh god, as if he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough with the last time you’d come in. “Hey, you good?” You call out from the other side of the counter. Soobin’s coughing has subsided, but he still can’t look at you, he sends you an awkward thumbs up. He hears you shuffle behind him as he drinks a bit more water. Eventually he’s going to have to turn around, he can’t have you waiting there forever. So with a brave face, he spins around and gives you the most happy smile he could manage. “W-What can I get you?” He stutters, mentally kicking himself. You look up at him curiously, before your expression changes to concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem kinda pale.” You comment. He shakes his head, a bit too aggressively. “Yes, I’m fine! Sorry, I- Uh did you want to order anything?” He fidgets and gestures to the menu. Your attention moves to the list of various drinks. As you’re scanning for your choice, Soobin is busy trying to calm down. God you were so pretty, even prettier up close! Even when you’re dressed so casually, you’re so cute. Was he staring too much? It’s rude to stare, but he can’t help it, you’re stunning- “Can I get a hot chocolate, extra syrup please?” You ask, finally looking back up at him. “Yeah,” He nods, not even bothering to ring you up as he makes your drink quickly. “Thanks,” You take the hot to-go cup from his hand. “How much do I owe you?” You ask. Soobin only shakes his head, causing you to look at him confused.

“You’re Arin’s friend right? It’s fine, it’s only hot chocolate.” He insists, hoping that by giving you a free drink you’d feel his sincere apology from your last visit. But you stare at the cup, then at him, and then back at the cup. “You guys take tips, right?” You ask, gesturing to the jar. Before he can answer, you fish out a couple of bucks, tossing them in. “You don’t have to do that.” He feels embarrassed. You ignore him and ask him another question instead. “Have we met? Before the whole spilling-coffee-on-me thing happened.” He wants to burn that memory from his brain. You take a sip of your hot chocolate as you wait for him to respond. “N-No, not really.” He shrugs. “But I know who you are, Y/n.” There’s a shift in your eyes and he’s suddenly backtracking, trying to defend himself.

“I mean! Not because I’m weird or anything! Arin and Chaeryeong sometimes mention you. Sunghoon says you’re best friends with one of his friends, and actually my best friend Yeonjun, his frat throws parties a lot and you always beat him in beer pong. And I remember you dropped by our apartment once to give some things to Taehyun and- uh yeah, I guess I know you.” He rambles, though he can’t even look in your general direction as he does so. You probably think he’s a stalker, or some kind of weirdo fan. He hopes you just walk out the door so he can close up and quit his job so he never has to see you again. Why did you have to come in tonight?! “Well,” You sigh, signaling to Soobin that you haven’t left like he wished. “That makes me feel bad cause we’ve obviously met, but I don’t even know your name.”

Oh. Soobin stands up straighter, finally making eye contact with you. “I-It’s Soobin- My name is Soobin.” He tells you, almost excitedly. You smile at him and his heart is pounding so loud he almost can’t hear you speak. “Nice to officially meet you Soobin.” He loves the way his name sounds coming from your tongue. It’s so smooth and sweet, like frosting. He wants to hear you say it again and again and again. But he doesn’t, because the next thing the both of you hear is the loud growling of his stomach. Soobin is frozen as you stifle a giggle. “Are you hungry? You guys close soon right? Wanna grab some food?” You suggest. “Uh- sure. Yeah, I’d love to!” Soobin fumbles, looking at his watch for the time. It’s 9:02. “Let me just close up real quick, I can meet you outside.” He promises, and watches you head out. You can’t tell when he’s walking to the back room, but he’s grinning from ear to ear.

You’d be lying if you said you didn't ask Soobin out to eat because of how sad he looked. Because he admittedly looked really sad. With his flitting eyes, mumbling and shaky hands, you felt so bad when his poor stomach began to growl. But now you find yourself sitting side by side with him, eating spicy rice cakes under a tent. “Here,” You pour him some beer, as he shoves food into his mouth. “Oh, thank you,” He mumbles, covering his mouth as he chews. The air is stiff and awkward, you two have been eating in nearly complete silence since you came ten minutes ago. Feeling the need, you clear your throat. “So,” You swallow your food. “You said you’re friends with Yeonjun?” You try to start a conversation. Soobin sits up, eyes never meeting yours. “Yeah, we- we’ve known each other since we were kids.” You look up a bit surprised. “I’m also roommates with Taehyun, that’s why I said that earlier,” He references himself moments ago back at the cafe.

“Besties with a frat boy, roomies with an athlete, and working with the campus heartthrobs,” You tease, laughing to yourself. “You’re popular.” The word popular has Soobin’s eyes popping out of his head. “Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” He shakes his head and hands simultaneously, a gesture you find cute. “I’m not popular at all, I just, you know, know them.” He shrugs. “You’re way more popular than me,” He points out. For some reason that makes you frown. Soobin notices and begins to fret again, obviously thinking he’d upset you. “That’s not a bad thing! It’s nice to be popular.” He tries to defend. You blink and revert back to your smiley self, shaking your head as you wave him off. “Sorry, you don’t have to do that,” You go back to eating. The two of you fall back into silence, though this time the atmosphere is thicker than before.

With a brave face, Soobin asks the question that’s been bugging you. “Do you not like being popular?” You pout, deep in thought as you place your chopsticks down. “I mean it’s not a bad thing like you said.” You sigh, leaning back into your chair. “But it’s weird.” You finally look up, meeting Soobin’s eyes. “It’s almost as if so many people know me, but no one knows me.” As the words slip from your mouth, you instantly regret them. Why were you getting so sappy with a guy who was practically a stranger to you? You begin to internally panic, Soobin probably wasn’t expecting a therapy session with you when you offered to pay for his dinner. “Well, I’m kinda the same way, right? You said so yourself, I'm friends with so many people others know, but no one really knows me.” Soobin offers, just as he shoves a bunch of rice cakes into his mouth. You watch him silently as he eats awkwardly under your gaze.

Somehow, your situations were a lot more similar than they seemed. It was pathetic, in its own way. You sigh and nod, taking a sip of the warm fish cake broth. “I guess we are,” You mumble. The tension doesn’t seem to be relieved, but rather thicker. You feel as if you can’t even move, the sticky rice cakes stuck against the roof of your mouth. “I-Is that Gojo?” Soobin stutters, and at the sound of your fictional husband’s name has you wide awake. “Huh?” You sit up and finally realize what he’s talking about. He’s pointing to the little keychain you had attached to your bag. You’re surprised he recognized it, as it was technically a Gojo Cat charm, the white cat skipping happily with a smile and his iconic glasses. “You know Jujutsu Kaisen?” You ask, a bit surprised. “Yeah, I'm almost done with season 1.” Soobin answered confidently. You’re stunned as he begins to ramble. “Is Gojo your favorite? He’s mine too. Did you hear about the movie coming out soon? I want to go see it so bad! It takes place before Yuuji, it’s about Yuta Okkotsu, right? The trailer looked so sick, I can’t wait!”

You finally end up laughing so hard you almost knock over your soup. Soobin chuckles alongside you as you regain your composure. “To answer your question, yes Gojo Satoru is my favorite. I did hear about the movie, and yeah it’s about Yuta.” You answer all of his little questions with a smile. “It comes out next month I think.” You hum, beginning to eat again. “Do you read the manga?” Soobin asks. “Yeah, but I prefer to watch, I like to hear their voices.” You admit, and he nods along. “Especially Gojo’s, his voice is so sexy,” You exaggerate a sigh, and smirk at Soobin. He sits there in shock, cheeks reddening just a bit, before he scoffs. He sets down his chopsticks, and suddenly cups his own cheeks in the palms of his hands. “I know, isn’t he so dreamy? I could listen to him all day.” Soobin instantly begins to mock you. In playful defense, you gasp loudly, glaring at him jokingly. “Are you making fun of me?” Soobin ignores you as he continues. “And he’s so strong! The strongest! I just want him to rescue me like a damsel in distress!” Soobin clasps his hands together as he pretends to daydream.

You, on the other hand, are fighting for your life not to laugh, you're physically vibrating as you try to contain yourself. Seeing this, Soobin pulls all the stops as he pouts. “He’s so tall too! I want to climb him like a tree!” He practically shouts for all the strangers around you to hear. You can’t help but break character, snorting all over your food as your gut begins to cramp from all your laughter. “Stop it! Oh my God everyone can hear you!” You wheeze. “Okay, I’ll stop,” He chuckles, calming down. You’re wiping tears away just as he gives one last shout. “I just love my beautiful glorious blue-eyed king!” “

“Shut up!”

Bonus:

Y/n 100% forgot she came to the cafe to return Arin's hoodie the second Soobin offered her a drink

Soobin actually noticed the Gojo Cat charm on Y/n's bag on their walk to the tteokbokki tent but didn't know how to bring it up subtly

Someone DID in fact record Soobin spilling coffee all over Y/n and that someone was Jaemin (he decided to go on break right at rush hour and was recording snaps for his streaks, the incident just happened to be in the background of his selfie)

Y/n had to temporarily mute the gc because Jen exploded after Keeho's comment

Sunghoon actually has no idea if Soobin's gonna get fired or not, he just didn't want his friend to feel bad

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luvsforloak · 1 year ago

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Cuddles (modern au)

pairing: (basketball player) Lo'ak x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: no warnings

summary: y/n is tired from all the studying and waits for Lo'ak to come home from basketball practice.

words: 355 (im so sorry help)

taglist: @downbadforloak

a/n: it took tbh so much time to come up with this idea, its kinda embarrassing. but it was fun to write, if yall have more ideas lemme know

It was about 9pm at night and you were busy studying for your exams coming up. Even though it was only 9 you were really tired because of all of the studying. The only thing you wanted to do tonight was lay in Lo’aks arms and fall asleep. Sadly he was at basketball practice.

You were sitting at your desk looking out the window, waiting for Lo’ak to return. You slowly laid your head down on your desk, but you forgot that your laptop was laying right there, with a biology video open on youtube that you needed to help you study. Your head fell on your laptop, right at the spacebar causing the video to continue. You immediately jumped up from the scare, “oh shit…” you said while rubbing your eyes.

You decided to just go lay on the couch waiting for Lo’ak to return. While flopping on the couch you grabbed the tv remote and put on some netflix. You didn’t wanna fall asleep yet, but you were so tired, you immediately closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

“Hey babe i’m back.” Lo’ak said walking into your dorm room, “oh fuck ur asleep” he whispered to himself while putting his sports bag on the ground. He tippy-toed to the couch trying not to wake you. “Hmm…” you mumbled quietly in your sleep. He grabbed a blanket and put it over you while he sat next to you on the couch. You were curled up in a little ball, so he fitted perfectly next to you.

“Oh hey Lo’ak, how was practice?” you asked slowly sitting up, “it was good, I’m sorry that im late, it’s just my c-” he couldn't even finish his sentence, “no. no. no. don't apologise. It’s fine” you laid your head on his shoulder snuggling in his arms. “Can you maybe help me study tomorrow? It’s just all so difficult and I don't understand anything” you asked him yawning as if you were about to fall asleep. “Ofcourse baby, I’m not really smarter then you, but we can try” he said laughing a little bit. “Goodnight Y/n”

#loak sully #loak #avatar #loak fluff #loak x reader #loak x you #avatar fanfic #atwow #atwow fanfic #loaksdog #loak sub #basketball #avatar the way of water #neteyam #jake sully #neytiri #aonung #roxto

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mamaskillerqueen · 2 years ago

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The First Time || Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: This is kinda angsty but also not... idk you tell me. I’ll add warnings y’all think are necessary because I suck at that and I’m sorry.

A/N: I randomly came across a song on TikTok one time and that is what sparked this idea. You should check it out. It’s called The First Time by Sam James

There was a faint snoring that was coming from the man beside you, a ticking of a watch that was placed on the bedside table echoed as well. Normally these sounds wouldn’t drive you as crazy as it was right now. A slight glance at the glaring red numbers on the alarm clock next to him told you it was just passed 3am. What felt like days ago when you crawled into the bed with him those numbers had only read 9pm.

As you laid awake memories ran through your head like a carefree child running through a field of daisy’s. Nights like this used to be your favourite. Here in the eerie silence with the cold black of night and the miles between you and the man next to you, that was no longer the case. It was rare that Jake was home early on a Friday night with no plans for Saturday. They used to mean early nights of movies and cuddling and talking until the sun came up. Now, you weren’t sure when the last time was that you shared something other than surface level pleasantries.

Nearly two years together was a huge accomplishment for the both of you. Neither of you had been big on long term relationships prior to each other. That was why you found yourself silently suffering in nostalgia. Things had been a little different lately. You’d both fallen into a routine and slowly started neglecting the things that made you feel so close to each other. Almost like you’d forgotten why you fell in love.

Pulling you from your musings, Jake huffed as he rolled onto his side. Watching him turn away from you, a deep ache settled into your chest. An ache like this had never happened to you before. You missed a man that was right beside you. The absence of his snoring was only slightly comforting while you allowed yourself to spiral down memory lane. You couldn’t help your own sigh while thinking about the late night walks down the beach, holding hands the whole way. Those ended a while ago.

It was almost 3:30 in the morning when you couldn’t take it anymore. You slid out of bed as slowly and quietly as possible. Nights like these, when he knew he didn’t have to worry about waking up, Jake could be a heavy sleeper. Creeping down the stairs you were glad tonight was one of those nights. Tonight, while the house was quiet and dark you would wallow and eat ice cream from the carton.

Tomorrow with the sun rise, you would pretend like you slept fine and things weren’t off between the two of you. With the sun rise, you could pretend like the little bickering that had started recently was normal. You could pretend like it didn’t bother you. With daylight you could act like you weren’t hurting because despite it all, you were so stupidly, madly, crazily in love with the man in your bed.

It would be nice to be best friends with your boyfriend again but this was uncharted territory. The waters were choppy, and the waves won’t stop coming in for their attempt to drown your love. The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like this wasn’t good enough for you and it all to end. You would rather doggy paddle for your life to keep him in this way than risk losing him forever to the tide. So, a night of wallowing and ice cream would just have to be your coping mechanism.

The refrigerator door was hanging open, the light shining bright enough to illuminate the spoons in your silverware drawer. Your phone was quietly playing Jake’s Spotify playlist, a mix of songs he always said reminded him of you. It’s been at least two months since he’s added a song to it. You had gotten one bite of ice cream before you felt arms wrap around your waist.

“What are doin’ down here, darlin’?”

His voice was thick with sleep and the drawl of his accent sent shivers in all the right places. When you turned around in his arms you could see his hair sticking up in every direction. He looked like something the cat dragged in but you’ve never thought he looked more handsome. The spoon was still in your hand as you wrapped your arms around his neck and did your best to hide the fact that you were allowing the waters to pull you under. Even if just for a moment.

“Couldn’t sleep, so ice cream. Obviously.”

You felt the low rumble in his chest rather than heard his laugh. His arms tightened around your waist when you planted your feet firmly on the ground so you could turn back around. He had no intentions of letting you move from his view. There was an intense scrutiny happening and you hadn’t even realised it at first. His brow knitted together slowly and yours arched in response.

“You gonna tell me what’s really botherin’ you, sweets?”

The silence was different down here, mostly because of your music playing. Still the faint buzzing from the refrigerator was his only answer, aside from the slightly ashamed look that crossed your features. If the floor opened up a hole to swallow you, that would be preferable to answering that question. It was still dark. No sun on the horizon yet. Just a pale blue glow in a tiny kitchen shining on the wallowing you were allowing yourself.

Another song started up, faint guitar building into one of your favourites on the playlist. He had sung this song to you so many times, back when things weren’t so stuck. Part of you was hoping he’d just start humming, spin you in a few circles and forget about the pain in your eyes. You knew him too well, which was why you sighed.

“I really miss you.”

Confusion splashed across his face as you fought to come up for air. He clearly didn’t understand why you were drowning in the same water he was floating happily in.

“Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve talked about anything with substance? Since you’ve kissed me on the beach like we were the only two people on the planet? You’ve not sang me this song in so long…”

You hated how it sounded like your voice was cracking as if you’d swallowed too much salt water. A look flashed across his face, one you couldn’t place. The impending tide was slowly sweeping in and you were too tired to doggy paddle against it. And then it swept out, leaving nothing but sandy beach beneath your toes. You had no idea you could still touch the ground until the water was gone.

“It’s been too long,” he sighed heavily and you didn’t know it was possible but his arms tightened around you even more. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. You deserve so much better than what I’ve been givin’ you lately.”

It was startling to realise that the ground was still under your feet, and that Jake had a hold of you so tightly you couldn’t have drowned if you wanted to. As you looked up into his face you could see the weeks, the months tallying up in his head. You could see the choppy waters finally catching up to him.

The sand beneath your feet was a jolting feeling. It sunk between your toes and anchored you to the ground as the waves started to roll in again. You noticed almost immediately that you weren’t needing to doggy paddle anymore. Maybe Jake’s arms around your waist and his chest pressed to yours was the buoy you needed.

“I think I know what we need,” Jake finally muttered. The slow growing smirk on his face had the beat of your heart racing, but this time it wasn’t in fear of drowning. Now it was anticipation. You’d been together long enough to know that look in his eyes.

An arched brow gave him enough but you hummed in question still, hoping he’d elaborate a little more. Instead of words though, his arms unwrapped from you as he reached for the ice cream still sat on the counter. Ice started melting down the sides of the carton, pulling into a puddle on the counter top which was surprising because of the chill from the fridge still being open. Once Jake had replaced the lid and shoved the sweet treat into the freezer he grabbed the spoon from your hand and replaced it with his own.

“We gotta put time in to get back to normal, right? So, tonight I’m taking you back up to bed and I’m gonna fuck you like it’s the first time,” he’d tossed the spoon into the sink and had pulled you into his chest as he spoke. That smirk still prominent on his face. “And then tomorrow, we’re gonna stay in bed until noon. We’re gonna party with our friends in the evening, and then I’m gonna take you on a walk down the beach so you can fill me in on everything I’ve missed the last few months.”

A hand came up to your cheek, cupping your jaw as his eyes met yours. For the first time in so long you felt like the waters were calming, like you were no longer in water too deep to touch. You could stand here, and if the waters ever got choppy again you knew that Jake was your buoy. A smile pulled your lips up, and you didn’t have to worry about a mouthful of salt water anymore.

“I think you had me at taking me back to bed, Cowboy.”

#Jake Seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman x reader #the first time #anna writes stuff

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doiesfav · 1 year ago

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♡₊˚.Moving Day - Jungwoo ||

Pairing: father! Jungwoo x mother! Reader

Plot: The day was coming, Jungwoo and you always wanted to move to a pretty and cozy apartment but the real problem is dealing with a 5 month born kid at the same time.

Genre: fluff, parenthood, short story, fiction

A/n: And this is the last one for this series! I hope you enjoyed reading those and thanks a lot for all the support in this series (＾ν＾) also would appreciate reblogging or following if you don’t mind <3 (sorry if its too short😭)

wc-> 1k

From PARENTHOOD SERIES

MASTERLIST

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Finally, it was the day Jungwoo and you have been desiring so much, moving into your dream apartment. It was on the 7th floor of a new and modern apartment complex, and since the first time, you saw the advertisement you convinced your husband to move in there. You two were mature enough because of how many years you have been together, 4 years dating and 3 years married, that’s actually enough to progress the relationship and improve yourselves.

Last year you two made the big decision to try out for a baby, it may sound funny but it was new so also very complicated at the same time. Your parents have been nagging about having a baby all the time, the same goes for Jungwoo’s parents. And without having any complications you got pregnant, the baby was a boy and he grew healthy those 9 months in your stomach but discussing a name for the boy was kinda difficult and you two wanted it to be a perfect name. Just 2 weeks before giving birth the name was finally decided, Siwoo. It was quite a common name but you were satisfied with it, same with Jungwoo.

Back to the apartment discussion, the contract was done, and the redesign was also done, you just had to move the furniture from your old home to the new one. The problem was that Siwoo was born a few weeks expected so he needed a lot of attention since he was just a newborn. The first month with him was absolutely chaos due to being your first time as parents, it was quite difficult to adjust to a new schedule for the baby, waking up at 3am because of cries wasn't the best thing at all, and neither having to calm down your son every hour. But after all, you loved him a lot, endured all the trouble loved him, and gave your best to it.

That's just turned 5 months old, he's never been more active since he was born. It was extremely exhausting considering at the same time you and Jungwoo were dealing with other stuff.

It was gonna take 3 days to move things, so you and your husband planned out a schedule to take care of Siwoo.

1st day,

9AM - Everything was sorted out to directly move to the truck that was coming this morning, you and Jungwoo were already up, he was moving the boxes and you were breastfeeding Siwoo in the car. Jungwoo finished his job and you also finished changing diapers after breastfeeding.

11AM - You know it was late but Jungwoo and you haven’t eaten anything yet, but it was already planned. There was this bakery place near that was open right now and Jungwoo could grab some breakfast for you two, you were breastfeeding Siwoo and waited for him as he went there as fast as possible. After eating breakfast, Siwoo started crying like there was no tomorrow, both of you expected it so all the noise and cries disappeared smoothly.

3PM - Siwoo was sleeping and all the boxes have been moved successfully to the new apartment. It was time to leave, your now old apartment held so many memories but sooner or later you had to move out. Jungwoo and you said your last goodbye to it and headed to your new home. Now that all the boxes are here you guys only had to unpack them one by one, starting with the toiletries, it was easy, I mean it was small stuff so you two didn't panic.

9PM - It was getting late and the bathroom and bedroom stuff has been completed. And since the kitchen stuff isn't ready you decided to get delivery, the day ended with a shower for both of you, and got to sleep. Not until Siwoo got up in the middle of the night and cried.

2nd day,

4AM - Your son woke up and cried which meant he was probably hungry or needed to change diapers. He wasn't hungry and you were very tired so tried to wake up your husband to do it, both of you weren't feeling it but had to. ''Honey can you do it please?'' You said half asleep, he finally gave up and did it while you immediately fell asleep.

2PM - It was time for you and Jungwoo to eat something because you two haven't eaten breakfast yet and it was already lunchtime. Fortunately, the kitchen furniture and stuff were already placed and you could cook something, the problem was that you still haven't bought food so there was absolutely nothing. Again Jungwoo went to the nearest restaurant and bought some take out while you were feeding Siwoo.

10PM - The day felt like it was going on forever until the sky got dark, you and Jungwoo were unboxing things all day, and you swear when you finished unpacking, the next time you see a box it was gonna make you sick. The good news is that there were no boxes left, which made your shoulders feel lighter. Eating takeout again was getting kinda tired since you weren't a fan of it but there was no option left, you knew that tomorrow was grocery shopping time.

3rd day (bonus day),

8AM - You woke up due to Siwoo's cries as always, after taking care of him you told Jungwoo to get ready to go out, he didn't know what you meant but still did. On the way to the supermarket, you made him write all the things you needed for the kitchen. You arrived there and bought all the things you needed, but at the babycare section you felt like needing everything for Siwoo, unfortunately, is impossible to buy everything and just stick to one thing.

1PM - Finally you had some time to cook something with the new kitchen and utensils, to be honest, you were very excited. You put your son asleep so you and Jungwoo could have some time together, you two have done a great job and deserved a great rest. You were feeling good and made some sushi for both of you, it was yours and Jungwoo's favorite food, ''we deserve this, don't we?'' he hugged you from behind while you were making the rolls, he then started to kiss you which you of course allowed. Then some cries can be heard, and both of you sighed and looked at each other, it was funny how you two understood yourselves perfectly.

This is a bit different style of writing but thanks for all the support guys!! I have some fics in my drafts that will be posted soon so stay tuned <3.

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