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[faeriichaii]

hii, how are you? It’s me again. Could I request a Legolas x reader again? something funny and very fluff with a Legolas a little bit jealous because the hobbits stole all the reader’s attention, would be fun if she made them braids (feeling like a old sister taking care of them, not other intention i swear🙏), hope not to bother you and wish you a lovely dayy, thank u💗

Braiding Together ~ Legolas x Reader

A/N: Heyyy :) I'm fine and you?? I love it omg I really am a big fan of the little hobbits and I just want to hug them close and never let go 😔😔 I hope you have a nice day as well and enjoy the story <3 (I'm so sorry that it is like a lil short and that it kinda is bad djsifeh)

⇢ ˗ˏˋWarnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋWords: 910 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋRequest: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋMeleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You have always received compliments for your cute braids, so you decided to offer the hobbits to braid their hair. However, Legolas really doesn't understand, why you would do that.

You laughed softly at one of Pippins jokes, as he sat in front of you. Fingers nimbly combing through his wild hair. The hobbits have complimented your braids so so many times, so you decided to offer to braid each of their hair. All of them nodding in agreement and sitting down around you, almost building a wall, and waiting for their turn patiently. “Say (Y/N), do you redo your hair every day? Or do you keep some braids in more than just a day?” Pippin asked you, while his gaze was focused on the fire in front of him. “It depends. Sometimes my braids open up a little during the day, so I redo them the next morning. The only braids I never redo myself, are the ones Legolas does.” You said, while weaving the small strands of Pippins hair into a braid.

“Are they important to you?” Sam asked, as he intently watched your fingers. A small blush dusted your cheeks, as you thought about the night Legolas first braided your hair. You sat at a bonfire, much like this one, as he suddenly turned towards you and asked you if it would be okay to braid your hair. You remember being very surprised and overwhelmed, but in the end, you gave him your approval. Since then, it has been an almost daily occurrence for the both of you, to sit down somewhere secluded and start braiding each other’s hair. “Yes, they are very important to me.” You answer Sam with a gentle smile. Finishing the braid, you give Pippin your small pocket mirror, so he can take a look at the neat braid you have done. He turned around with a bright smile, until his eyes focused onto the something behind you. He quickly stood up, thanked you for the braid and left you alone with the others. Turning around confused, you raised an eyebrow as you spotted the elven prince. A scowl was present on his face.

“Meleth Nin, what are you doing?” He asked while looking at the three remaining hobbits around you. “I am braiding their hair.” Gesturing Sam to take the space in front of you, Legolas decided to join you on the log. “But… why are you braiding their hair?” Your eyebrows scrunched together at his question. “Well, they always compliment my braids and I thought I could braid their hair too. Plus, they look so adorable with their new hairstyles.” A hum left his lips, as he watched you brush through Sams hair gently. You felt the elven princes gaze on your fingers, as you parted the hair into the sections you needed. Taking a quick glance into his direction, you notice a confused expression on his face.

“My love, are you alright?” You asked, stopping your task at hand and turning a little towards him. He let out a little sigh. “I just am confused as to why you are braiding their hair. Elves tend to only braid their own hair or the hair of the person they court.” A gentle smile adored your lips, as you let go of Sams hair. “I apologize my love, I didn’t know. I just wanted to do it because they always look at me so sweetly when I do mine and so I wanted to offer them to braid their hair.” Legolas nodded understandingly, moving a little closer towards you. “You did this row wrong.” He pointed at the mistake you have made. “And this one just looks like a mess.” He pointed at another strand you have just finished. Rolling your eyes at him, you opened the braid again.

“Well, Mr. I-Can-Do-It-Better, how should I braid his hair?” A chuckle left Legolas’ lips, as he took your hands in his. “First off, you will start with this hand.” He shakes your right hand softly. “And with that hand you will grab a good amount of hair. Not too much though.” Guiding your right hand back to Sams head, you take a chunk of his hair. Apparently though, you had a little bit too much between your fingers, hence Legolas began to shake your hand once more. “Now you will part it into two sections and use your left hand...” He began to now shake your other hand. “…to pull a small strand from the right strand and pull it over it and under the left strand.” Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, trying to understand what he meant. He guided your hand around with his, until you finished a few rows together. A soft ‘ahh’ escaped your lips, as you finally understood the braid you were working on together with the elven prince. The both of you quickly finished the hairstyle and handed Sam your small mirror.

“Thank you so much (Y/N) and Legolas.” He said, before leaving you with Frodo and Merry. The struggle of brushing and braiding passed quickly, as you both finished off the last remaining two hobbits. A smile formed on your lips, as you watched each of them flaunter their new hairstyles. Legolas put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. Leaning towards him, you gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you for helping me my love.” “Of course, anything for you Meleth Nin.” Laying your head onto his shoulder, you both continued to watch the hobbits like proud parents, as they still sauntered around with cute little braids in their hair.

[heartsforvin]

watching a scary movie w vinnie and your laying on your stomach on his chest and every time you get scared you dig your face in his chest and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

HOLD ME CLOSE

this is soo cute, thank you for the request !! <33 gonna be just a lil blurb since i couldn’t think of a way to make it a whole imagine !!

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; cussing ??, use of pet names, fluff

summary; scary movies are not for you, luckily, you have vinnie to protect you

scary movies were never your thing, yet you loved to watch them. that’s only because you had vinnie to protect you, even if you knew the films weren’t real.

vinnie made popcorn as you chose the movie. you immediately smiled when you saw your boyfriend enter his room with the big bowl of the delicious snack.

he placed the bowl on his side of the bedside table before getting into his bed. taking off his sweatshirt to get comfortable, you did the same, only getting comfortable in a different way.

you scoot down the bed just enough so you’re laying on your stomach, head laying on his chest.

vinnie wraps his arm around you and kisses your head. “comfy, baby?” he asks you.

you nod your head followed by an ‘mhm’. vinnie grabs a blanket so it can cover the both of you before grabbing the popcorn and putting it where both of you can reach.

he looks down at you with a smile and asks if you’re ready for the movie to start. once you give him the go-ahead, vinnie grabs the tv remotes and starts the movie.

vinnie knows you’re not too big of a fan of horror movies, so he holds you close. his arm is around you, hand resting gently on your waist as you still lie on your stomach.

a jump scare appears about twenty minutes into the movie and vinnie feels you jerk against him as you hide your face in his chest.

he rubs your back gently as he kisses your head. “it’s okay, sweetheart.” he comforts.

you peak your head out to look at the tv screen again, fully giving it your attention when you realize the scary part is over.

“scary part’s over, baby. you’re okay.” vinnie soothes you as he continues to rub your back.

he finds it adorable how you hide your face in his chest everytime you get scared by a scene.

vinnie hears you mutter an ‘oh shit’ under your breath when another part you don’t like comes up.

you feel him squeeze your waist a bit to let you know he’s here and it’s okay. you dig your head more into his chest, hugging him tightly as the scene passes.

the two of you stay like that until you both eventually fall asleep. you didn’t intend to fall asleep during the movie but the two of you were so comfortable it was hard not too.

you’re just lucky you have vinnie to help you feel more safe and secure during times like these where horror movies scare you.

hiii i hope you liked this !! it was so cute to write (: im sorry if it was so short 🥲 wasn’t sure how else to make it without it being kinda like a run-on thing yk ?

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[auroratumbles]

I am aware you said strictly angst and fluff but I'm unsure if this counts as angst or not but could you perhaps write something about tartaglia before he joined the fatui. Like essentially, a Lil bit of daily life. The things he did to caused the attention of the fatui etc Etc.

sorry, what I meant with that is that I wouldn’t write anything nsfw <3

FIRST REQUEST WOOHOO

im so so sorry i know this has been in my inbox for a while i just didnt get around to ideas and stuff until now <33

also its short sorry

CHILDE // loss.

-He would so absolutely be infatuated with you

-literally would help you with everything.

-though, there was a chilling deadness in his eyes that unsettled you...

-malewife frfr

-the things he did to attract the attention of the fatui?

-He trained every single day; this man would not give himself a break no matter how much you asked him.

-his father, in hopes of tempering his thirst for violence, sent him to the fatui.

SCENARIO

You looked up at his seljuk blue eyes.

It wasn't fair.

Why did he have to leave the only things he had known his life?

The depths of his beautiful eyes hid sadness and loss behind the deadness of his gaze.

They also hid love for you.

Just before he left, he shared a small, intimate moment with you. An affectionate peck on the lips and a warm embrace.

You felt your eyes welling up with tears as you waved to him. He waved back and turned to the Fatui representatives escorting him.

As he walked away through the cold snow, you walked into the home and fell to your knees to mourn this loss.

Though he came back to visit occasionally, shortly after his 18th birthday, he returned and brought the news of his appointment as a harbinger.

Needless to say, you were unhappy with this development but regardless you still never stopped loving him.

Then came the day the two of you split up.

He didn't stop loving you and you didn't stop loving him; no, that was far from the reason.

He didn't feel he deserved you. He barely saw you anymore and it wasn't fair to you at all.

Though you accepted his decision with a heavy heart, you vowed to keep yourself right where you are if he changes his mind.

You would be waiting for him, no matter how long it took.

---

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[billiesgoodgirll]

hi hii !! i’m here to request some fluff :33 maybe abs and reader are going on their first date after being friends for so long ?? n it’s a bit awkward but adorable .. n maybe they kiss at the end<33 hehe ! 🧸💌💌

a/n: omg!! this is so cute <33 also lil side note i love your fics sm!! your my fav writer eek :)) your so so talented bby 🫶🏼🫶🏼 anyway i’m not the best writer so i’m so so sorry if it’s not what you wanted or if you don’t like it :(( but i’ll try my best!!! also it’s rlly short so i apologize i rlly hope you like it!!

pairings: abby x reader

summary: you go on your first date with abby!!

warnings: none!! it’s just fluff <33

smoothing your dress out a beautiful lilac summer dress checking yourself in the mirror for the 100th time that evening, today was your first date with abby and as much as you were excited you were terrified.

i mean this is your first ever date with anyone so you needed to make sure you looked good, smelled good and acted ‘normal’.

putting on a few sprays of perfume, you grabbed your doc martins and slipped them on your feet and grabbed your bag making sure you had everything.

your doorbell rung making you jump slightly, quickly going down the stairs you shouted a little “coming!” to who you assumed was abby waiting for you, opening the door after quickly checking yourself once more in the mirror you opened the door for abby as she stepped inside you took in her appearance she was. wearing a plain black short sleeved tshirt and black jeans, her hair was in her signature braid.

“hi! sorry the house is a bit messy didn’t have a chance to clean it” you rushed out your cheeks heating up getting embarrassed at your messy house. “hey, it’s alright baby i don’t mind” she chuckled looking you up and down, “should we get going?” she questioned placing her hand on the small of your back, “yeah okay!” you both walked out hand in hand to abby’s car.

abby opened the car door for you before getting in the drivers side, reversing out your driveway. “where are we going abs?” you sweetly asked, “it’s a surprise babe, you’ll see” she said smirking resting her hand of your thigh.

lil time skip your now there!!

“okay close your eyes!” abby said getting out the car and helping you out, you put your hand over your eyes giggling. “okay now follow me i got you” she said guiding you with a hand on your waist, you walked a short way before coming to a stop.

“okay now open!” abby exclaimed making lil jaz hands at her work, you gasped at the sight it was a picnic in front of a little pond under a big tree, “oh my god abby! i love it” you said practically making heart eyes at her “it’s beautiful” you sat down on the picnic blanket abby following.

“i’m so glad you like it sweetheart, got all your favorite foods too” abby said grabbing the basket pulling out multiple arrangements of fruits and sandwiches. you grabbed a strawberry moaning at the taste when you bit into it, finishing the strawberry abby noticed some juice around your mouth, leaning in she wiped it with her finger. you blushed at her being this close, so close you could feel her breath on your face.

looking up slightly at her you leaned in pressing your lips onto hers, abby grabbed your waist pulling you closer moving her lips against yours, when you finally pulled away she breathed out a little “woah”

you both spent the rest of the day feeding the ducks in the pond, eating majority of the food and sharing lil kisses, now the sun was setting making a beautiful array of oranges and yellows in the sky, your back was against abby’s chest as she leaned against the tree.

“i love you y/n” abby whispered

“i love you too abs” you whispered.

[bobbyshawsupremacy]

‘tis the season

for @thesevenumbrellas birthday!!! you said willex fluff, and willex fluff it is

There was a soft knocking noise, and Alex rolled over, squinting. His room laid cold and dark and empty. Probably just the-

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

He was out of bed in a moment, scrambling across the room, and yanked his window open, pushing it up. “What the fuck?” he hissed. “What are you doing, oh my God-”

Willie grinned at him, that familiar sharp smile that always tugged Alex into whatever the hell he wanted. “Hey, Al,” he greeted easily, as if it weren’t midnight and he weren’t dangling outside Alex’s window in the snow without a fucking coat on. “How’s it hanging?”

“I hate you,” Alex said flatly. “I hate you. You’re absolutely terrible-” He helped heave Willie in, brushing at his shoulders with a frown. “You’re going to catch your death,” he hissed. He tugged at Willie’s shirt to straighten it out. “You’re an absolute disaster, do you ever use your brain-”

“Alex.” Willie grabbed his face. “Alex. I’m totally okay.” Alex froze, staring at him. The room was still cold and dark and empty, still just another room with boring wooden paneling in another suburban house with a copied floor plan, but something about Willie’s eyes flooded it with light, and suddenly it was warm and bright and full of the both of them, full of the entire world in the few scant inches between them.

Alex’s hands twitched in Willie’s shirt, and he swallowed hard. “Still worried,” he replied, although his voice had lost a bit of its emphasis. Willie hummed, his thumbs rubbing over Alex’s cheeks. His face was soft. Open. Alex could fall into it, if only he leant forward-

Nope. No. No. Definitely not. He tugged himself back and pulled his scowl back on. “You’re an absolute idiot.”

“Mhm.” Willie still looked completely at ease as he reeled an arm around Alex’s waist and reeled him in so that their chests were pressed together. “Don’t let go, I’m cold,” he added, pouting. Alex meant to protest, but Willie was warm and solid and touching him tasted so sweet, so his words turned into a sigh and he wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him tight. Willie’s head laid onto his shoulder, breath ghosting over Alex’s neck. “You feel so nice,” he murmured.

Alex forced out a laugh, even if it was a bit choked. “You’re totally okay, huh?”

“Maybe I just wanted a hug.”

“Well…” he sighed again and tightened his grip. “That’s okay, I guess.”

Willie hummed. His head tilted a bit more, his cold nose pressing into the crook of Alex’s neck. His lips were on Alex’s collarbone as he murmured, “You give the best hugs,” and Alex couldn’t breathe.

They stayed like that for a while- maybe a minute, maybe an eternity, hovering together in the bright dark frigid warmth of Alex’s room, locked together with the wind still open, Willie’s lips sending shocks through Alex’s skin and bones. He let his eyes drift closed, enjoying the feeling of someone in his arms, enjoying the feeling of Willie sagging almost bonelessly into him, giving all his tension away in favour of Alex’s arms. This was a dangerous game, but he’d never felt this safe. He’d held home this close to his heart before.

Eventually, Willie pulled back to look up at him with those sparkling eyes that doomed him in the first place. “I didn’t just come for hugs,” he admitted. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”

“Now?”

“Yeah!” Willie tugged his hand. “Let’s go!”

“But-” Alex’s head spun slightly. “It’s midnight, and my pajamas, and the snow-”

Willie tightened his grip and fixed Alex with a pout. “But Al,” he whined. “I came all the way here, just to get you, and I want you to come so bad.” His pout deepened. “Please?” Alex lasted for all of two seconds before he caved. He did shove his Vans on first, though. Together, they clambered out the window, making it slowly down to the snowy ground. Alex shivered.

Willie noticed and slung an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t worry,” he said cheerfully. “I brought my car. It’s around the corner. Didn’t wanna wake your parents.”

Alex laughed, though the sound was shaking with cold, and leaned heavily into Willie’s side. “My genius,” he joked. Instant regret flooded him, because he’s not yours, dumbass, but Willie just laughed and grinned at him. The stars and the sun were still in his eyes.

The car was warmer, but not by much, and Alex spent several minutes grumbling and trying to wrap himself up into as small a ball as possible before he noticed the route they were taking. “Wait…” he peered out the window suspiciously, and then back at Willie. “Are you…” Willie did not answer, just kept smiling until they pulled to a stop. “You brought me… here?” Alex squinted at him. “So when you said you had something to show me… you meant your house? Dude, I’ve seen your house.”

Willie laughed, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Hey, I’m more creative than that,” he defended. “I know, uh-” he shrugged. “I know it’s been kinda hard for you, moving here, making new friends and stuff, and I know you miss California, but… you’ll always have me, you know that, right?”

Alex blinked. “I- yeah. I know.” He shifted to face Willie a little more, frowning slightly. “What’s all this about?” he asked, still slightly wary but mostly warm, full of a content that swelled through his bones.

Willie smiled. It was a touch nervous, Alex noticed, which was odd. Willie was rarely nervous. “Well, just-” he fidgeted for just a moment before jerking his head towards the house. “Come on, let’s go.” Alex followed him up to the front door, mind churning. What the hell kind of twist was Willie pulling this time?

The click of the door shutting echoed loudly. “Are your parents asleep?” he asked, keeping his voice soft in case they were.

Willie fidgeted slightly. “Um… no, not exactly,” he admitted. “Just…” he took a deep breath. “Come with me?” He held out his hand hopefully, and- well, it was Willie. What could Alex do but take it? He led him into the living room and pushed him into the armchair- literally pushed, Alex went tumbling into it and had to right himself with a grumble- before assuming a place in front of him with his arms clutched around himself, rubbing at his own arm with his thumb.

“Hey,” Alex said. He reached up to lay a hand over Willie’s. “Don’t be scared. Whatever this is, it’s okay.”

Willie smiled faintly and twined their fingers together. “That’s the thing,” he said softly. “It’s… you know, it’s always okay with you.” Alex blinked. He went to open his mouth, but Willie cut him off. “Don’t say anything. Please. Not until I finish.” He took a deep breath and squeezed Alex’s hand once before dropping it. “I, William Jarah River Covington,” he began, which was an odd enough beginning to have Alex reeling already, “Hereby swear that I am going to give you, Alexander Inez Mercer, the best fuckin’ Christmas of your entire life. But-” he paused. Took another deep breath. “I also swear,” he started again, his voice shaking a little, “That every year, till you don’t want me to anymore, I’m gonna keep trying to make it the best. And I’m gonna keep trying to make it better. Every single time. I’m gonna figure out your favourite foods and how to make them, and I’m gonna figure out your favourite Christmas songs and find the prettiest versions of them to play, and I’m gonna buy you the best gift I can, and-” his fingers locked together tightly, his eyes bright and insistent on Alex’s even as his vice wavered. “And I’m gonna make it all happen,” he promised, “Because I care about you so, so fucking much, and I’m gonna do it all standing right by your side, holding your hand, and making sure you know that you make everything in my life better. Making sure that you know you’re the best gift I could possibly get.”

Alex’s breath had caught in his chest, thick and stuck and keeping him in place, mouth half open, hands trembling slightly on the arms of the armchair. He let out a little squeaking noise, trying to shift forward, trying to reach out to Willie, but his body refused, still stuck processing.

Willie swallowed hard. “I just want you to know that you can always come to me if you want to come home for Christmas,” he finished quietly, and that was what it took to launch Alex up out of the chair, flinging himself into Willie’s arms.

“I don’t know what to say,” he half-gasped into his neck. “I- God, Willie, I don’t even-”

“Please, just-” Willie pushed him back by the shoulders. “I, uh. You do know how gay I sounded, right?” His voice was spiked with worry. “And you gotta know, like, you gotta know that was intentional.”

Alex reached up to cup Willie’s face. “Willie,” he breathed. “I know. I know. I-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Willie was surging forward, and there they were, kissing at midnight, his hands on Willie’s face and Willie’s chest pressed up against his, and it was clumsy but it was sweet and perfect and full of an adoration Alex had never tasted before. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Willie kissed him again. “Don’t thank me,” he whispered. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

And right now, being held like a treasure, staring into the sun and stars and moon that hovered in Willie’s eyes, standing a room that wasn’t cold or dark or empty, where he was coveted and covered and not alone- yeah. Right now, Alex can believe that pretty damn well.

[laawlesss]

;; State of Repair ..

— ;; minific monday ! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (.. usually .. )

>> in which law comforts you.

; words ? ; 2.1k.

; warnings ? ; description of a depressive / overthinking episode.

; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.

; request ? ; no.

; pairing ? ; trafalgar law x reader.

; notes ; hooo boy this one was written bc. why not. we all need a lil bit of comfort. no pronouns used for reader, so can be presumed however! ily, please make sure to eat and drink when you can <3 i might make this a mini series with some of the other one piece fellas, who knows ! i do wanna eventually tackle one for ace too :33 crossposted on ao3!

   You felt entirely numb. Your heartbeat was slow and heavy, an aching pain present in your chest. There wasn’t a specific name for the emotion— or lack of— that you were feeling, you just felt empty. You didn’t have the energy to feel anything, you couldn’t even get yourself to cry. Curling up in your boyfriend’s borrowed sweatshirt, you continued your doom-scrolling through social media, trying to find something that would hold your attention for more than a few seconds. 

    Soon you tossed your phone to the side, bored. Nothing was interesting, and there was nothing to do. You felt exhausted even though you hadn’t done anything that day. Your back had been glued to the couch, only ever moving to make yourself more comfortable amidst the plush cushions. The inner turmoil you were feeling was nearly bubbling over, you cursed yourself for being so lazy. You wanted to get up, to find something productive to do, but you couldn’t get your legs to move. The apartment you shared with your boyfriend was messy and could use a thorough cleaning, something you’d promised yourself you’d do the day before. But now the task seemed daunting and impossible, something that you’d never be able to do on your own. 

    Your thoughts began to spiral, taking you to even darker places. You were pathetic, not even able to get off the couch and do something as simple as a load of laundry. What was wrong with you? You were perfectly capable of getting up and doing the things that needed to be done, so why wouldn’t you? Too lazy to just stand up and get started. What a garbage excuse for a human being you were. 

    You were startled out of your thoughts for a short second when you heard the opening of your front door. Though your eyes never moved from the spot on the ceiling where they fixed, you knew who it was by the person’s footsteps and his relieved sigh as he came in the door. His gaze fell on the still-messy apartment, a slight frown on his face. Pulling his fluffy hat off his head, he hung it on a hook by the entry, before pacing towards you. You were still laid out on the couch, your breaths slow, not bothering to move even as your boyfriend approached. 

    “I thought you said you were going to clean the apartment?” He questioned, his dark mop of hair coming into view. He wasn’t mad, he was just confused as to why you’d been so determined to clean the day before, only to ignore the mess the next day. The second your eyes met his golden ones, you felt a pang in your chest, and you pulled your knees to your chest. You felt guilt and shame burning in your gut, and you turned to face the back of the couch. Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, you couldn’t get yourself to form a full sentence. 

    “I—“ Was all you could manage before your throat felt tight and painful, tears finally beginning to well up in your eyes. You shrunk into his sweatshirt, craving nothing but to disappear. “‘M sorry—“ You mumbled, covering your face with your hands. The man furrowed his eyebrows, before realizing what was happening. The way you hadn’t even reacted to him coming home when usually you’d race to him with a wide, warm smile should’ve been the first tell that something was wrong, but he’d been so distracted with his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed. 

    Sitting down on the couch next to you, he scooped you up and pulled you into his lap with ease. “You don’t need to apologize, I’m not mad.” He gently moved your hands away from your face, his expression soft. He wasn’t lying, he wasn’t mad. Sure, he was confused at first, but he recognized the signs of your episodes, and was happy to help you through what you were dealing with. 

    Your eyes widened and you peered up at your boyfriend with watery eyes. Law’s expression was stern but kind, his gaze soft. One of his tattooed hands came up to brush your cheek, his loving caress breaking the dam behind your eyes. Fat tears rolled down your face, and he pulled you into his chest, supporting your head as you let yourself cry. Law stroked your hair and let you release your built up emotion, holding you firmly. 

    Once you’d let out your tears, you pulled your head away from his chest, wiping weakly at his shirt. “Sorry, I.. I got your shirt wet.” You mumbled, wiping your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he helped dry your face with his thumb. As a second wave of tears threatened to spill from your weary eyes, he gave you a light kiss on your forehead. 

    “I can wash it. It’s not a big deal.” Law began to stroke your back, pulling you back into his chest. “Tell me what’s going on.” He said in a softer tone, shifting to get more comfortable as you curled up in his lap. Your hands gripped at his shirt, a quiet hiccup leaving you as you tried to verbalize what exactly you were feeling. It was like you felt everything and yet nothing, all at once. You felt bare and empty, and yet overwhelmed, out of your element. How were you supposed to describe the way your mind was making you feel? There weren’t accurate words, nothing would convey just what you were dealing with. 

    “…Just… A lot.” You finally breathed, letting your head drop onto Law’s firm shoulder. Every analogy you could come up with seemed cliche and stupid, nothing to really fit your situation. Your body felt weak and slow, your mind raced and battered you with destructive thoughts. Focusing on your boyfriend’s steady heartbeat, you let yourself be lulled into a state of placency, not quite healed, but not quite as shattered as you were. The surgeon’s presence was comforting, putting you slowly back together as you lay in his warm embrace. 

    He hummed softly, his hands still tracing slow circles on your back. “Alright, let’s start with how you feel physically. We can take it a step at a time.” Law nodded, ever the picture of calm and rational thinking. He was a rock in your chaotic river, unmoving and strong. After inhaling a shaky breath, you began. 

    “Nothing hurts, well, my throat does a little. So does my chest and my heart. It’s a little hard to breathe, but it’s not too bad.” You paused to regain your courage, swallowing thickly as tears threatened to spill again. “‘N my eyes hurt. My throat is starting to sting again.” Your fingers brushed against your throat, your cheeks burning as you slowly began to describe how your body was feeling. You couldn’t meet your boyfriend’s gaze, no matter how hard you tried. 

    He stayed quiet, his hand moving to massage the back of your neck as the other cupped your thigh, pulling you closer to him. Taking another deliberate deep breath, you continued. “Other than that, I have a little headache. But mostly my chest keeps aching and it won’t stop.” You murmured, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves. “It’s letting up a little now that you’re home, but it’s still there.” Your words were little more than a whisper, your body slowly relaxing and letting go of the tension that was wound so tightly in your muscles. 

    Law waited for you to continue, but once he realized you had finished speaking, he gave your thigh an affectionate squeeze before speaking up. “Good. Now what you’re feeling emotionally.” He encouraged you to continue with a soothing tone, so different from his usual aloof demeanor. You saw a side of him that he showed to very few people, so kind and genuine. Nodding slowly, you moved your tongue around in your mouth before you were ready to speak again. 

    “I don’t feel… anything. And it’s scary. I don’t like it.” You whispered, your heart starting to pound again. Law noticed your tells, seeing that you were starting to get worked up, and he placed one of his large hands on the small of your back, a sign to tell you to focus on your breathing and steady it. You did so, matching your pace to his, and soon you were breathing in time with him. “I just feel numb and empty. Not even sad, I don’t know why I have the urge to cry.” You sniffled, your tears pushing at your eyes and beginning to spill over your lash line. You didn’t bother wiping them away, though your boyfriend made a move to. 

    Gently tilting your head back, he wiped your tears away, pressing feather-light kisses to your eyelids. His gaze was half-lidded, but full of admiration as he calmed you down, each movement slow and cautious. “It’s okay to cry.” He mused, cupping your face. “It releases oxytocin and natural opioids, it’ll help you feel better.” Law nodded, his medical knowledge coming in handy. “Keep going, what’s going on in that head of yours?” He mumbled softly. 

    Sniffling and no longer bothering to hold back your steady streams of tears, you slowly began to speak up again. “It’s like… my brain is mad at me. I wanted to get up and clean the apartment, but when I woke up and made breakfast I just felt so… deflated after.” You trucked through your voice cracking with emotion. “I couldn’t even clean the dishes, I’m sorry, I—“ 

    Law cut you off for the first time since you’d begun your explanations. “Don’t apologize. Continue.” He urged you onward with a light tap on your back, only speaking up to say his small piece. His expression was still stern, but he wore an affectionate smile, his golden eyes full of care. Moving one hand, he laced his fingers together with yours, watching as you traced over the dull ink in his skin as you spoke. 

    “I… I wanted to get up and do stuff but I couldn’t. I tried, I promise.” Your voice grew hoarse and thin, and you smushed your face into your boyfriend’s chest. Law simply stroked your hair and back, letting you lean into him. He had no issue supporting you, he was proud that you felt comfortable enough to rely on him. He’d had his own share of self-doubts and he knew how difficult they were to manage on his own, so if he could offer you a shred of comfort, he’d be content. 

    “I believe you.” He ruffled your hair, and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The surgeon kept you securely in his embrace, even as you shifted to get more comfortable. “How about I help you with the dishes from earlier, then I can make dinner?” He offered, giving you a chance to back out. Though he phrased it as a question, a small part of you recognized the little cheat code he was using to help you out of your slump. “Do you wanna wash, dry, or put up?” He smiled, sweeping your hair behind your ear. He was breaking down the daunting task into smaller, easier steps for the both of you to conquer. 

    “I can dry?” You replied hesitantly, a bit unsure about how you’d react to the feeling of soap and old food. You really did want to help, but your overstimulated state was begging for an excuse to get out of the chore. At your words, Law pressed a kiss to your forehead, and affirmed what you said. He knew what you would pick before he asked, but figured you would feel more helpful if you got to choose. He was right, acting more like a psychologist than a surgeon, but it was all in the intention of helping you feel better. 

    “You can dry.” He nodded, pushing back his sleeves as he moved to get up, only to be stopped by your hand on his arm. Glancing down at you, he watched as you snuggled deeper into his embrace, leaning your head in the crook of his neck. You wrapped your arms around his abdomen as best you could, your next words slightly muffled. 

    “Can we have five minutes?” You asked sheepishly, wanting to stay in his arms for just a few more minutes. The comfort he offered you was second to none, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he rested his head atop yours, breathing a soft sigh as he rubbed your back. 

    “Sure. However long you want.” 

[doodleybugg]

Sirius Black Headcanons

[this post includes fluff, mentions to family trauma/trauma responses, smut near the end, different kinks, Sirius Black X Fem!Reader]

A/N: sorry about all the Encanto posts recently, I know this was originally a Marauders account, I'm just so so so obsessed, but I'm back to writing for my favourite boys, enjoy and, as always, my ask box is open!

Fluff HCs:

this man is the sweetest thing in the world

unless yk he's not

the first sign you're closer to him than nOrMaL PeOpLe, is that he lets you touch his hair

nobody, I mean nobody, is allowed to do that

except maybe Remus but

it takes a while for him to open up to you

but OH WHEN HE DOES

this mans trusts you with everything

his birthdate, childhood secrets, hell he'll probably tell you about distant family members weddings and how shit went down

everything

and he expects the same back

but won't push you if you're not ready, he gets the need to wait

he always needs his hands on you

or to need to be IN ARMS REACH

mans has issues, he's a baby™

He likes being able to hold your hand, or have an arm around you, even when you're sitting on a couch in the common room he has his legs tangled with yours

his friends are so bored already, but they're a little relieved all this affection he'd built up is finally getting out

he'll make you food

it's almost always burnt, raw, too sweet, or stale

but he tries?

when your sick, or on your period, he gets a lil awkward

he doesn't really know how to deal with it

he'd probably ask James what to do, maybe Remus on the off chance he can't find his adoptive mother

yes James adopted Sirius you can't tell me I'm wrong

you know I'm not, quit lying to yourself

he might be needy, true, but he knows when to give you space

he knows EXACTLY how your voice sounds, any change in volume of tone could cause him to either cry or hide (a trauma response he picked up with his mother and father, he does this with everyone)

and sometimes when he's feeling sick, sad, or even just tired, he's off to find you, he doesn't care if you're in class or busy, he needs you

he needs your snuggles, your jokes, maybe your fancy peel-off facemasks, you

nsfw under the cut <33 minors dni!

let's start back up again with the hair

once he's comfortable, he can't get enough

tugging, pulling, or even just having your fingers tangled

he might return the favour but not if you're uncomfy with it

uGH THIS MAN

he worships your body

the curves of your hips, the folds in your cute lil cunt <3 the bounce your tits do when your bra finally let's them go

this man ironically calls them his babies

maybe definitley has different name for each boob

he likes to call himself a hard dom, and for the most part he is, but some nights when he's not feeling the best, but still wants to ✨DaNcE tHe DeViLs DaNcE✨, he'll let you take control, prop you up in his lap and let you just ride <33

other nights though?

let's just say you're in for a great babes

ugh this man is really into bondage

just seeing you all tied up and helpless for him really gets him going

and biting

his teeth + your skin/lips/fingers

his nails are not long but they're not short, so scratching is DEFINITLEY on the tables

he definitely likes the pain aspect to sex, doesn't care which one of you receives as long as there's a safeword in place

he finds knife play/wax play/other stuff like that a bit scary, but he's open to try anything at least once

maybe pegging if you beg <3

speaking of begging

he likes when you're just at your tipping point, so close to climaxing, and making you bet for the final push

if you don't embarrass yourself during any sexcapade, was it really worth it

if he's in a bad mood, or feels like the "please please please I need it please" wasn't heartfelt, he'll stop touching you, and s lap your hand away if you try to touch yourself

he's good with punishment

he likes giving it out, but isn't too strict/mean with them

most of the time you actually get to pick what happens

that is, if what you did wasn't too bad

his favourite is spanking, or forcing you to masturbate in front of him, but he'll pull your hand away when he sees you enjoying it a little too much <3

has a slight daddy kink, but doesn't really get overused

animalistic nicknames for you <33

calling you bunny, kitten, angel, little one, or anything that's a little bit de-huminizing just UGHHH

he loves it

when you're in sub-space, he's quick to take care of you

he has warm towels ready for you and helps you clean yourself up, probably makes you some tea (with far too much sugar), etc

he knows what nicknames to use to keep you there longer if needed, knows what to avoid, he's amazing

might need some taking care of too, but feels awkward asking

[mangozcat]

if it's alright with you, may i request a jaemin or jeno angst with fluff at the end (lmao idek how it's going to be possible because i'm thinking of cheating au) but depends on you! you can leave it out. yes pls w a lil smut here n there up to you :) hurt me again pls need to feel something

btw i saw in your last post i hope you're feeling better :( you can take all the time you need pls just take a rest and eat lots of food and drink lots of water and take medicine if really needed. love uuu take care <3

genre -- cHEATING beware, VERY SLOW SMUT, theres a fingering scene yay, fluff and angst sandwich, established relationship, LOL FIRST FIC WITH PROTECTED SEX R U PROUD, reader is a virgin, i chose to annoy you with a stupid mc yw <3, lowkey jeno has a corruption kink, the usual bad boy/good boy triangle trope, a bit of exhibitionism but it doesnt last too long, im a terrible person for this, i fuckin suck at slow smut, AND YES THE ENDING IS SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY IM SORRY

a/n -- i'm a hoe for jaemin so you know i'm eager for this one btw ur the cutest anon ever and i love u too!! <33 i kinda mixed both jaemin and jeno, and you’ll see what i mean! hope you enjoy <3 I PRESENT TO YOU: A MESS but jenos part made me horny af

im sorry this took forever im a busy person (i lied im just lazy)

"I feel like I'm going crazy," you whined, tugging at the roots of your hair. staring down at your homework, all the words seemed scrambled and you were utterly drained. homework wasn't exactly your specialty- well, hours of it at least.

you felt hands massaging at your shoulders and someone chuckling behind you. you hummed in delight at the relaxing sensation, dropping your head to allow for better access as your eyes fluttered shut.

you could feel his breath on your neck with every hushed word, and you could hear the comforting tone of his voice as he gently sang to you, relaxing you easily. jaemin truly was a blessing, and you were appreciative to have him here with you.

"I'm sorry, jaem," you murmured quietly

jaemin hummed questioningly. his fingers worked out the knots in your shoulder and you smiled. "I know you didn't exactly expect to sit over here and watch me do my homework for the past hour and a half."

turning in your chair, although you weren't thrilled to lose his massaging hands, you wandered over to him and straddled his lap happily. he shrugged, hands going to your waist and gripping firmly, beginning to rub circles into the clothed skin.

"it's okay, I was just enjoying the view."

you felt a blush rise to your cheeks and your eyes widen a tad, instantly looking away, it took you a very short moment to realize he meant your clothes; a big sweatshirt and no pants. considering you were at home and busy doing homework when jaemin arrived, you forgot to change into something a bit less revealing.

"jaemin!" you exclaimed, biting at the inner skin of your mouth in an attempt to distract yourself. truth be told, you were happy that jaemin noticed you and thought you were attractive enough to admire your exposed skin, but there was just one issue.

you were a virgin (jaemin was your first boyfriend, but you'd never tell him that) and you never exactly understood the whole idea of romantic feelings. and by romantic feelings, you mean arousal- you weren't acquainted with the term all that well.

of course, you didn’t think jaemin cared about these facts. he could see your shyness and innocence, and he never seemed to press for much more out of you. although, the two of you only had been dating for a month or two now, you thought you had a general idea of how he felt towards you.

“yes, pretty girl?” jaemin questioned, bringing one of his hands up to your face. he cupped your chin, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly. you laughed at the sensation, feeling slightly ticklish from his touches. he grinned at you, admiring the cutesy way you closed your eyes with the biggest smile on your face.

you hummed at the boy, leaning forward to peck his lips quickly. “you’re the pretty one,” you said quickly, averting your eyes from his gaze. you could hear jaemin chuckle, but he cooed at you, pulling you back in for another kiss, though it lasted a bit longer than the previous.

“I think you mean handsome,” jaemin said, raising a brow questioningly.

immediately, you shook your head. “I said what I said.”

jaemin only smiled and shook his head, pulling you in for another kiss.

this is how your relationship with jaemin went. he’d come over and give you sweet kisses and whisper comfortingly in your ear. he knew you were dedicated to school, but he was willing and patient. if he ever overstepped any boundaries, or made you uncomfortable, he was by far the kindest man you’d ever met, and apologized wholeheartedly.

if he messed up, you’d hear him outside your bedroom door, whispering apologies. of course, he rarely messed up, and you always gave in soon. you’d open your door to find him looking upset, his eyes puffy from obvious previous crying. you’d give him a hug and tell him everything was okay, and then you’d cuddle on your bed until the two of you fell asleep, or jaemin had to leave.

your relationship with jaemin had a sense of peace written within it. it was as if your life was some fairy tale off a page, serene and extravagant. you didn’t know much about this whole dating thing, but you were ready to try.

when you met jaemin, you were closed off. your boundaries were extremely spread and you weren’t ready for anything serious. in fact, you’d never thought about dating before a day in your life. he came to you in one of your classes, asking you to tutor him in the subject, and it started from there.

when it came to work, you were serious, and your shy nature was practically thrown out the window. jaemin told you that he learned a lot, when in reality, he just had his chin in his hand while he started at your face. you could feel his eyes during those moments, but you didn’t dare look up, only continuing to ramble on.

he came to you with his test scores, giving you a big hug when you saw he was passing each one. of course, you didn’t think he really needed you, and was only pretending to not understand the subject, but you appreciated his praise anyways.

from there, the two of you were friends, and one day, he just asked you out. he told you everything would be nice and slow, and that he promised to never hurt you. you trusted him- besides, he’d never done anything bad before to make you think otherwise.

jaemin stayed true to his word throughout everything.

the one problem was; you didn’t.

it was a mistake. something you knew shouldn’t have happened, and it’s not like you wanted it to happen. you were sweet and shy and innocent, but alcohol does things. parties do things. and honestly, you regretted ever listening to jeno and showing up in the first place.

“just one drink won’t hurt you, baby,” jeno murmured into your ear. in your compromising position, trapped between his arms with your back against the kitchen counter, you weren’t sure you could deny him.

he had a sultry look in his eyes and a husky rasp to his voice. you could feel his breath on your neck, and the warmth of his body, only a mere inches away from touching your own. internally, your mind was screaming, and everything was becoming hazier and hazier as time went on.

you didn’t want the drink. you had places to be tomorrow and it was important to wake up early. get a good night’s rest, take a relaxing bath- so why were you here? why were you slowly beginning to nod your head to his request, giving in to his enchanting aura.

jeno had always been eye candy. he was attractive, somewhat sweet looking while looking sexy all the same. he’d attempted to woo you a few times, but you never gave in. he was nice, but you had jaemin. after your first drink, you couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend.

he was at your house right now, waiting for you to get home and cuddle with him. you wished you were there. yet, once jeno’s hands touched your waist and he had that dangerous smile on his face, you couldn’t help but compare your boyfriend to the man in front of you.

“you’re such a pretty baby,” jeno said, smiling. he tugged your body closer to his own, and you could feel every curve of your own body press against his. it was bittersweet, a feeling you enjoyed while dreading it all the same.

you wished he was jaemin, and in a way, you pictured him as such. as if that made the moment any better. you were clearly drunk, your words slurring and your eyes hazy, glossed over with a gentle fog. every time you saw jeno’s face, you closed your eyes and imagined it as jaemin.

eventually, after many drinks, their faces merged together and you couldn’t tell the difference. when jeno’s lips finally found your own, his hips pressed against yours and he tugged you impossibly closer, savoring the taste of you.

you weren’t sure how long it’d been since that night. you’d be lying if you said that you remembered all of what happened. everything was foggy and you realized; you were so incredibly shitfaced that night and you don’t even know what prompted it.

after the party, you woke up in jeno’s bed, stripped down to your bra and skirt, but you were still acutely aware of the presence beside you. jeno had been awake then, a pill and some water waiting on the bedside table for you to wake up and finally let the light hit your eyes.

you panicked at first. how could you not?

little memory, half naked, and in a bed with someone who was obviously not your boyfriend were three signs of trouble. after jeno explained everything, telling you how sorry he was for taking advantage of you, and giving you a drive home, you managed to make it to your bed before rolling up in a ball and crying nonstop.

it felt traumatic to you. everything happened too fast and it made your head swim, dizziness taking over. you were both relieved and heartbroken to find a little note on your laptop from jaemin, and his absence. you felt like you royally messed up, but at the same time, it felt so scary to think about coming clean.

after a long healing process for yourself, and a supportive and forgiving jaemin by your side (he was convinced you were heartbroken because you forgot to meet up with him), you managed to make it through the next month.

“what are you thinking about, baby?” jaemin hummed, making you acutely aware of your surroundings. you were resting in his lap, head thrown back against his chest. your eyes were staring at the tv, deep in thought.

he could tell something was wrong, that’s just how he is. he’s good at reading you and you’re scared he’s a bit too good. if he just looked a bit harder, you were sure he would know what happened that night, and expose your filthy secrets.

despite this, you put up your facade, beaming up at him as you straightened in his hold. turning, you threw your arms around his neck and leaned in, giving him a sweet kiss.

he smiled into your touch, pulling away just to give a small peck to your lips again.

“you,” you replied smoothly, grinning against his lips. he smiled cheekily, pulling you closer and embracing you warmly. his hands roamed down your back where they rested, stopping short above your butt before parting, coming to rest at your hips.

you hummed at the touch, savoring it for as long as you could before your alarm sounded, sending an echo throughout the room. jaemin huffed, only tugging you closer and hugging you.

“do you have to go?” he questioned, peppering your neck with kisses. you had a class now. of course, it wasn’t important and you could always spend time with your boyfriend and come up with an excuse for your absence later. you were definitely leaning towards that idea more than going.

“stay?” he asked, looking up at you. bringing his hands to your face, he cupped your jaw before dotting kisses across the skin, forcing you to lean your head back and relish in the feel of his lips. “for me, pretty girl?”

god, you wanted to stay.

“and what do I get if I stay?” you teased, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. he visibly shuddered, making you chuckle. he sent you a grin, pulling you closer to his chest.

“what would you like?” he asked. he closed his eyes blissfully, lashes full and dark against his skin. his cheeks were rosy, his lips plump and slightly bruised from your previous, hungry kissing. “what can convince my baby to stay?”

you smiled at the boy, admiring his features. jaemin was always eye candy and he never failed to take your breath away. suddenly, you felt lust overtake you, overcome by the need to admire as much of this beautiful man as you possibly could.

you were drunk on his essence, his aura- his everything- as you stole a kiss off his lips. he smiled, a beaming kind of happiness radiating off him in waves. hesitantly, you rose your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. every movement was particularly slow, careful, and precise. his breath caught in his throat and your eyes never left his lips, only darting up to his eyes once.

“no convincing needed,” you murmured quietly, stroking the skin of his face with your finger. you got closer- gradually- and as soon as your breath hit his skin, close enough to feel the warmth of your body, it was as if jaemin was struck with something.

what had been slow suddenly turned rabid and the breath was instantly stolen from your lips when he captured yours in a passionate kiss. this one was serious, opposed to all of your prior kisses. it meant something much more than it appeared.

at first, you could sense apprehension within jaemin’s actions. but as soon as his lips hit yours and his hands tugged at your sides, slipping under your shirt to rest on the bare skin, you noticed he was ready, just as you were.

this was what he wanted- what both of you wanted.

your hands slipped from his face and found his shoulders, pushing him back gently. he got the memo, instantly falling back against the covers, his lips never parting from yours. his fingers on your hips sent a shiver down your spine, despite the small, lingering ticklish sensation erupting from the spot.

your tongue met his, a mix of saliva and passion. he pulled away after a brief moment, his lungs filling with air as a heave overcame him. he wasn’t finished though, as you were quickly turned over, now laying beneath the gentle boy as his lips found your collarbone.

he teasingly kissed the area, erupting both a pleasant and annoyed sigh from you. you were painstakingly aware of his member pressing against you, forcing you to realize something; this was it. you were about to lose your virginity to a boy you cared for- though a fear still lingered within you.

sensing your pause, jaemin halted, finding your eyes. “is this really what you want?” he asked. he wasn’t sure what answer he wanted. he knew you were apprehensive of sex ever since the two of you started dating- hell, at first you were scared to kiss him.

“I think so,” you murmured, looking at him.

he grabbed your face gently, rubbing circles into the skin of your cheek, making you close your eyes at the comforting feel. “that’s not an answer I can trust, pretty girl,” he said sadly. “I need a definite answer.”

your eyes fluttered open after a moment, drinking him in. he looked just as scared as you were- after all, this was his first time too, right? jaemin was always a gentle boy, and that’s one of the reasons why you liked him. this felt right. finally, after a harsh swallow and a nod, you spoke.

“yes. I want this.”

jaemin didn’t need to hear much more. he sent you a soft smile before his lips found yours, and his kisses became more aggressive and hungry than you were used to. you somewhat liked the new pace, finding it easy to lose yourself in the pleasure he brought you.

when his hips suddenly snapped against yours, your back arched against the boy and a moan left your lips. he took advantage of your open mouth, slipping his tongue in to mingle with your own. your legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer so you could feel even more friction.

your head lolled back against the covers, a shiver wracking your body at how intense everything felt. nothing much had happened, but every sensation was new and incredibly pleasuring for you. you were clinging to jaemin, moans escaping your lips almost infinitely.

“you sound so pretty,” jaemin said, his voice husky. a groan left his lips when your hips met his own, pushing against him. almost instantly, his eyes closed and his head fell against your shoulder. seeing his reaction, you did it again, noticing how his grip on you got tighter every second.

when you tried to do it again, his hand held your hips down to the bed, making you frown. “why’d you make me stop?” you whined, trying to snap your hips up and out of his hold.

“I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he whispered into your ear, making a blush erupt on your face.

“oh...”

you were surprised- though excited- when jaemin’s fingers found the band of your underwear. his lips were still on your neck, kissing softly, while a fire began brewing upon the skin his fingers trailed. he was under your panties, making you nervous.

his finger teased at your slit, making an instant moan fall from your lips. you tensed at the feeling, a bit embarrassed when you realized how close he was to your pussy. it was washed away though, when his thumb rubbed slow circles into your clit, causing you to dig your teeth into your bottom lip.

his middle finger teased your entrance, before slipping in. you whined at the feeling, a breathy moan leaving your lips. you weren’t used to this sensation- an indescribable pleasure wracking your body. jaemin was enjoying himself, watching your facial expressions with curiosity and aiming to please.

“feels really…” you murmured, feeling your words slip away. he curled his finger up, slowly thrusting. the spot felt different- good enough make anyone fall limp. it was a toe-curling sensation and you stilled, your breath caught in your throat. a second later, you let out a choked moan, “g-good.”

“yeah?” jaemin murmured, pressing his hips into yours. he was incredibly hard and you could tell. a surprised gasp left your lips once he removed his finger, grinning mischievously. “this will feel even better, baby.”

when he started unbuckling his jeans, you fell back, attempting to catch your breath. you tried to prepare yourself for what was about to happen, though you knew it was pretty much impossible.

you lifted yourself up on your elbows, watching as jaemin opened his wallet that was tucked in the back pocket of his jeans. he grabbed a condom from the pocket, putting it between his teeth as he tugged down his trousers. when he took of his underwear with one hand, the other helping his teeth open the gleaming package, you felt a blush on your cheeks.

your first instinct was to look away. but, strangely enough, you couldn’t. as much as you wanted to respect him, your eyes stayed glued to his naked form. his chiseled abdomen and a perfect v-shape leading to his dick- and his dick; it was scary how big it was, and you found yourself wondering if you could even handle him.

jaemin merely observed you, a red tint on his cheeks. though he pulled both of you out of his when he put the condom over his dick, leaning down over you and getting into position. “you sure?” he murmured, asking again, his nose tickling your neck. he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the skin there.

“yeah,” you said, cupping his face. you forced him to look at you, pulling him into a kiss. “I’m scared but I trust you.”

he smiled.

lifting your legs with his hands, he made sure he could position himself perfectly between your legs. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling your heartbeat in your chest. in your position, pressed against jaemin, you found reassurance in one thing; his heart was beating wildly too.

it was slow. the seconds felt like hours and it eventually felt like an eternity. his tip seemed to tease your entrance for ages, before he started to gently push into you. you tightened your grip on jaemin, biting your lip to mask the pain. he was big, and you felt like you were being stretched uncomfortably.

eventually, he was fully inside you, and the pain had slowly started to subside. your head lolled back and your breathy groans quickly turned to moans. it felt good, and you couldn’t deny that you understood now why people were so obsessed with sex.

it felt so good, so sweet, like you were on cloud nine.

when jaemin noticed that you were ready for him to move, he started to thrust. your eyes snapped open and you let out a moan, clawing at jaemin’s back. “f-fuck,” jaemin murmured in your ear, feeling your walls tighten around him uncontrollably.

the smell of sex filled the room, and the echoing sounds of moans mixed with groans bounced off the walls. you wrapped your legs around jaemin’s waist, pulling him closer.

your lips met for a messy kiss, constantly broken by the need for air. as a band began to build in your stomach, jaemin’s moans began getting louder and louder. your moans had long turned to cries and you were desperately grasping for jaemin.

something was missing, and you needed it- though you weren’t sure what it was. you felt good and it was only getting better by the second, but there was something; it wasn’t enough.

“n-need more, jaem…” you said, closing your eyes tightly and trying to reach your breaking point.

he groaned in your ear, before one of his hands managed to sneak between the two of you. his thumb desperately rubbed at your clit and you cried- that was exactly what you needed.

all of a sudden, you snapped, your vision going white and your ears filling with a dull ringing. you panted, staring up at jaemin dreamily. he continued to thrust, making you hiss, though he finished a fee moments later with a grunt.

he collapsed onto you, holding his weight with his arms. “baby…” he said, though no words followed. he just laid there, holding onto you for dear life, as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

you couldn’t have asked for a sweeter first time.

>>

[now playing: you right by doja cat]

you stared blankly at your shopping list. you’d read over it about 5 times now, but still, every word seemed scrambled and you just couldn’t realize what it was you were shopping for.

you had been standing in the shopping aisle for about 10 minutes now, an empty cart beside you. eventually, you said screw the list, and started putting whatever you wanted in your cart.

cookies can’t hurt anyone, right?

these donuts too.

maybe I should get those poptarts.

“that’s a lot of junk food, don’t you think?” jeno said, his breath hot on your neck. you jumped, turning to stare at the boy. your heartbeat was erratic and you immediately shoved him back.

“you could’ve given me a heart attack!”

jeno shrugged, though an amused gleam was shining in his eyes.

“and no, it’s a perfectly healthy amount.”

jeno nodded as you strolled your cart off, trailing behind you. he watched as you shoved stuff into your cart. “several doctors would disagree,” he said, watching you struggle to reach something on a top shelf.

he grabbed it for you, tossing it in your cart. you mumbled a quiet thanks to the boy. “well, doctors aren’t exactly always right,” you said matter-of-factly, strolling forward.

jeno tossed his arm around your shoulders, smiling.

“we should talk,” he said.

“about what?”

he turned to you, trapping you against the shelves with his arms. the aisle was otherwise empty aside from the two of you, and you had never wished for the presence of strangers more.

“about you begging me for my cock at that party, baby,” he said quietly, a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. your eyes immediately widened.

“i didn’t do that-“ you said hastily. you remember making out with him- of which you regret-, but you don’t remember even remotely getting past the kissing.

“oh yeah, you did.”

his eyes were dark, lust swimming in the shallows. “you even told me exactly what you wanted,” he said, inching closer to you. you gulped. “you wanted me to spread your legs and give your cute little pussy kisses. then you wanted me to ruin you with my cock.”

you blinked at his vulgar words, shrinking under his hungry gaze. “I could do that right now, couldn’t I?” he asked, his lips right beside your ear. his hands wandered, finding your hips and inching under your shirt. he teasingly tugged at the waistband of your pants, pulling it back and letting it snap against your skin.

you flinched at the sensation, feeling a bubble in your throat. you struggled to find your words and everything came out as merely a little gasp. “It would be so easy to take you in the bathroom, y’know? or take you to my car.”

your heart was beating profusely and you were on the verge of moaning, picturing the scenes he was painting in your head.

“maybe I’d paint you in my cum,” he whispered.

suddenly, jeno pulled back. he admired the flushed look on your face, and the way your knees were seconds away from buckling. he sent you a sweet smile before backing up.

“hope you have a great shopping trip.”

god, what have you gotten yourself into.

>>

it didn’t take long for you to hook up with jeno. he was too tempting, sending you filthy texts every night before bed, all of which lead to heated sex with jaemin while you internally moaned jeno’s name.

you ran into each other at a cafe, and you couldn’t deny how alive he made you felt. he managed to talk you into letting him finger you in public, which was a surprise for you.

you never imagined yourself being into something like that. but jeno seemed to bring out the more daring part of you. you ended up getting a text from jaemin in the middle of it, which made you feel nothing but regret.

you promised yourself it wouldn’t last. jeno was a mistake and you wouldn’t let him ruin your relationship with jaemin. yet, you couldn’t uphold the promise.

you were finding yourself more and more drawn to jeno. the hookups became more passionate and frequent, and sometimes jaemin was even in the same room as the two of you.

you felt terrible, but you were attached to jaemin. you didn’t wanna break his heart but you genuinely enjoying being in a relationship with him, even if you were cheating.

but, of course, something had to go wrong.

you found yourself frozen, a cold chill running down your spine, as you took in the scene. jaemin, holding your phone in his hands, a white settling over his pretty skin. his eyes held hurt and he couldn’t even bring himself to look at at you.

you knew immediately:

jaemin saw jeno’s texts.

and almost instantly, your heart broke in two.

but it was too late: jaemin’s heart was already shattered.

[safespacespence]

listening to christmas songs on repeat

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS: 8 DAYS LEFT

[summary] you can't stop playing 'all i want for christmas is you' on repeat to force yourself to get into the christmas spirit. spencer is so sick of it. [pairing] spencer reid + gn!reader [warnings] none. [category] fluff!!! [word count] 0.4k [a/n] this is just a cute, short, fun piece that i did on a whim. did i listen to mariah carey while writing this? possibly! anyways, hope you enjoy this <33 sorry idk why it didn’t go up on time :”) tell me what you thought

“please my love i beg of you it’s been all day—” spencer winces, hearing the bell intro of ‘all i want for christmas is you’ again, for the nth time that day. “no. must. listen. to. this. song.” you glared at him. “besides, it’s only the what, tenth time in a row?” “sixteenth, and that doesn’t count this morning’s session. i really don’t understand why you’re torturing yourself like this.” “bECAUSE IT’S NOT SNOWING AND IT’S NEARLY THE WEEK OF CHRISTMAS AND I NEED TO BE IN THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.” you were forcing your joy, literally jumping up and down. “we could do a load of other things to be in the christmas spirit, you know, not just forcing ourselves to listen to one song for a day.” he said, head following your body as you bounced up and down.

you stopped, putting your hands on your knees, realizing he was probably right. but torturing him was just way too much fun.

“I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWNNNN MOOORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW, MAKE MY WISH COME TRUUEEE-HOOO, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ISSSSSSS—” you raised your eyebrows at spence.

“YOOUUUUU !!!”

spencer started jumping around with you, taking your hands and yelling the lyrics he learned to memorize after the second replay. he loved you too much to let you sing alone.

you both started dancing around the living room, not a slow dance, but hopping around and screaming the lyrics at each other’s faces. spencer went onto the couch, dragging you to jump on the cushions with him.

by the time the song ended, you were both out of breath, the dip of the couch consuming your feet. you collapsed to sit on the couch, and spencer started laughing at you.

“okay, so maybe it did get us into the christmas spirit just a little bit.” he smirked.

“see, told you! i’m always right.”

spencer chuckled and couldn’t hold himself back, and smashed his lips onto yours. both of you were now grasping for air while gripping each others faces. it would’ve gotten hot and heavy real fast, but you couldn’t stop laughing into his mouth. he was a bit frustrated—he just wanted to kiss his girlfriend.

“what, do i need mistletoe just to get you to kiss me?” he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at your face.

you struggled to get words out while laughing. “no, i’m sorry, it’s just funny how you said this wouldn’t work, but i got you dancing with me—”

he huffed. “oh whatever.”

he pulled you in for another kiss, with no intention of letting your lips part from his.

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[jaehyunhour]

34+35 ⭑ JOHNNY SUH

⭑ GENRE: fluff, smut

⭑ MEMBERS: fem!reader x johnny (mentions of jaemin and jeno)

⭑ DETAILS: yet another college!au, frat boy boyfriend johnny

⭑ WARNINGS: slight exhibitionism, mention of the word daddy, 69, oral [both f & m receiving], unprotected sex, lil bit of spanking

⭑ WC: 4,031

⭑ SUMMARY: as you're nearing finals week, you and johnny decide to help each other destress a bit.

⭑ AUTHORS NOTE: this is basically porn with little plot and is purely self indulgent, enjoy my babies <33

You straddle Johnny’s lap, hands placed on his cheeks as your lips connect with his. Your skirt rides up with each subtle thrust of his hips, his hands gripping onto your thighs tightly. It’s the middle of midterm season and you’ve booked a study room in the library to do work, but it quickly escalated as Johnny’s fingers trailed from your knee up to the wet patch on your underwear as you were trying to make flashcards for your Physics class. His hands reach up to grip onto your hips as his tongue slips into your mouth, fingers digging into your bones and forcing you to grind down against him and moan against his mouth.

“You might think I’m crazy, but you know what I’ve been craving lately?” You say, pulling back and tilting your head as Johnny’s lips trail down to your collarbones. He sucks the skin into his mouth, nibbling lightly and your mouth opens in a breathy moan. “To put it quite plainly—” you start, but are cut off by the doorknob jiggling. You groan, pulling yourself up off of Johnny and heading towards the door. You pull it open, not even bothering fixing your askew skirt or messy hair. You’re met with a group of boys you recognize from one of your classes and you flash a smile. 

“Can I help you?” You say in a sing-song voice.

“I-uh, we booked the study room starting at 2 and it’s already 2:15,” one of them says quietly.

“Oh! Sorry about that, we got a bit carried away,” you turn around to look at Johnny and fix your skirt. The boys push the door open a bit more, peeking into the room and Johnny throws his head back and lets out a sigh. He zips his pants back up, buckling his belt before picking his backpack up off the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. You bend down to pick your backpack up, flashing both Johnny and the group of boys the way your wet panties are sticking to you. Johnny feels his dick stir in his pants and he quickly grabs you by the hand and drags you out of the library.

Once outside, you grip Johnny’s hand tightly as you aimlessly walk around campus enjoying his presence. He walks slowly, enjoying the uncommon quiet of the school and the feeling of your hand in his. “So what was that about you craving something lately, princess?”

Your cheeks heat up at his words. Despite it only being approximately seven minutes since you were grinding on Johnny in one of the private study rooms of the library, you had already forgotten about what you had said. Truth be told, in the moment you were thinking of the last time you had sex with Johnny, the feeling of him filling you making you feel warm and content.

“I don’t wanna say, someone could leave one of these buildings and hear us…”

“C’mon, princess, don’t get shy on me now. You were about 3 minutes away from riding me in the middle of that study room and now you don’t want to admit that you just want me to fill you with my cum?” He tsks.

“Oh my god, baby, stop,” You blush and hit his arm playfully. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Hmmm, well we have a chapter meeting tonight that’s supposed to last for a few hours and I have to study for some exams.”

“That’s not the answer I wanted and you know that,” you say with a slight pout on your face.

Johnny’s hand slips out of yours and he lets out a laugh. His hand then comes up to your face, gripping your jaw tightly and effectively wiping the pout off your face. He slips his thumb into your mouth, and your tongue swirls around it instinctively before closing your lips around it and sucking on it. “What did you want me to say, baby? That I am going to do you all night? Hm? Fuck you till the daylight?”

You nod eagerly and he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, wiping it clean on your cheek and you whine.

“How bout you come over tonight after the chapter meeting and we can watch a couple of movies instead of studying for finals? We haven’t had any alone time in a couple weeks… I’ll even keep the suit on for you,” Johnny suggests.

“Fine, but I should get home now then so I can rest before I get over there. We’re not watching aaaaany movies tonight,” you respond.

“Let me walk you to your car.” He slips his hand back into yours, pulling you towards the student parking lot quickly. Once at your car, he presses your back into the drivers side door and leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

You grab onto his hand and push it between your thighs and underneath your skirt. “Are you sure you don’t want to come into the backseat with me for a few minutes?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Johnny sucks in a breath as he pushes your underwear to the side and feels how wet you are. He rubs tight circles onto your clit and you let out a whine that echoes in the parking lot. He turns you around, pressing you harder into the car door and pushing his crotch against your ass. 

“Ten minutes, max.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, unlocking the doors and crawling into the back, but not without a harsh spank landing on your ass.

“You really can’t keep it in your pants, huh?”

“Only because you’re a dream come true.”

Back at your apartment, you begin packing your bag for your overnight at the frat house. Johnny invited you over for movies, but after not having spent any alone time with him in nearly three weeks you know there is absolutely no way you’re going to be watching anything. After packing your bag with fresh underwear, your phone charger, and a couple of other things, you change into a fresh pair of comfy pajamas before getting into bed. You lay in bed in the dark, eyes closed and sinking into your bed.

Your roommate comes home a few minutes later, raising an eyebrow as she walks past your room and sees you laying in the dark but obviously not asleep.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Saving up my energy,” you respond. “I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”

“Are you pulling an all-nighter for midterms?”

“Nope. Going to the Sigma Chi house after their chapter meeting.”

“And you’re planning to fuck the entire house or what?”

“Just Johnny, duh. Although I wouldn’t mind getting some of the others in bed… Have you seen the new recruits? They’re absolutely delectable. There’s these two boys named Jeno and Jaemin, they’re best friends and my god are they pretty. I keep asking Johnny if we could invite at least one of them the next time we do stuff but he always says no.”

She fake sighs. “Your life is so hard. Have fun tonight, hope you can walk tomorrow.”

“Actually, my goal is to not be able to walk for the rest of the week. Rest of the month if I’m lucky.”

The drive from your apartment to the frat house is short. You park your car on the street in front of the house, not bothering to let Johnny know you’ve arrived. When you walk up to the house, overnight bag in hand, and knock on the door, you’re met with Johnny’s bright smile and it forces one onto your own face. You look him up and down; he’s still wearing the suit he’s required to wear for his chapter meetings, and it fits him perfectly in all the right places. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in his appearance. He lets out a laugh as he sees your eyes raking his body and he grabs your hand before pulling you into the house.

The inside of the Sigma Chi Frat house isn’t really what you’d expect from a bunch of frat boys. It’s fully furnished, neat, and most importantly: clean. Upon first glance, you wouldn’t think that around ten different boys all live here together — but then you walk into the kitchen to see they have a beer pong table in place of a dining table with a bunch of folding chairs around it, and realize that only a bunch of boys could live here. Johnny pulls you into the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you on top of him as he presses play on the movie he was watching. 

You straddle his hips, making sure to grind down on him as you press an array of kisses onto his neck. His hands hold onto your hips tightly, helping you move as his eyes are focused on the TV behind you. He’s not actually paying attention to the movie anymore, but he loves to make you work for the things you want. He loves the way you get needier and needier with the lack of attention he gives you, the way your hips speed up against him, and the way you whine against his neck. You pull away from Johnny, scooting back to put some space in between your crotch and his, letting your hand unbutton his dress slacks and pull the zipper down. Your hand slips into his boxers, pulling his half-hardened dick out and he lets out a hiss when the air hits him.

“Right here, princess? Where anyone could see?” Johnny asks, raising an eyebrow as your hand begins to move up and down slowly on his hardening length. 

You nod, his dick now fully hard in your hand, and you drop your head to his, forehead to forehead, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah, why? You got a problem with that?” Your hand moves faster and Johnny throws his head back onto the couch with a groan. His hands fall from your hips to the couch, and he grips the cushions tightly as you continue your movements. His hips buck up every time your hand comes all the way up, thumb wiping across his tip, and you can tell he’s going to burst any minute. Johnny lets out a shaky breath, willing himself to calm down before he cums all over himself in the middle of the living room.

His hand shoots out to grab onto your wrist as he feels himself seconds away from his orgasm, and he pants as he tries to recollect himself. You tighten your grip on the base of his dick and he lets out another groan. Before Johnny can say anything, though, you hear someone coming down the stairs and within seconds are met with Jaemin. 

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over,” Jaemin says excitedly, standing still at the bottom of the staircase and flashing you a smile.

The couch shields your lower half, and you smile back, continuing to move your hand discreetly over the length of Johnny’s dick, forcing him to bite his bottom lip to stop any noises from escaping. “Jaeminnnnn,” you coo. “I didn’t know you were home! I figured you would be out studying with Jeno.”

“Well, we were going to go to the library to study but figured we should just stay here instead. At least here we don’t have to put any pants on.”

“Riiiight,” you say. You focus your attention onto Johnny’s tip, moving your hand unbelievably fast, his head falling onto your chest. “If I had known you and Jeno were home, I would’ve invited you two to come watch a movie with us.” With your other hand, you grab onto the hair on the nape of Johnny’s neck, tugging his head back and giving him a mischievous smile. “Johnny, you should’ve told me that Jeno and Jaemin were staying in tonight. You’re so mean.”

“Yeah, hyung! So mean,” Jaemin echoes, walking into the kitchen without another glance at you. 

Johnny gives you a dirty look to which you can only giggle at. You slip out of his lap, your hand never stopping its movements, and slide in between his thighs, head meeting his crotch and tongue coming out to kitten lick the tip of his dick.

“You are such a tease,” Johnny says, hand holding the back of your head and bringing you closer to his aching dick. You laugh, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Within seconds Johnny is finishing right onto your face, most landing in your mouth but a little bit getting on your cheek, and he lets out a loud groan as he finishes. His fingers collect what landed on your face, pushing it into your mouth and you swallow before sticking your tongue back out to show him everything is gone.

Johnny doesn’t even allow himself a moment to calm down from the mind-blowing orgasm you’ve just given him. Instead, he quickly tucks himself back into his dress slacks and pulls you up off the ground. He grabs your overnight bag from the floor and heads straight to his bedroom, you trailing right behind him.

Just like the rest of the home, Johnny’s room is not what you would expect from a frat boy. His bed is neatly made, there are movie posters all over the walls, and he keeps everything on his desk organized. All of his dirty clothes are in the hamper in his closet, where they should be, and he has all of his shirts and sweaters in his closet organized by color.

Once inside the room, you crawl onto the bed and get on your back, watching as Johnny takes his suit tie off and hangs it on the outside knob of his door before slamming the door shut. He peels his blazer off, putting it back onto a hanger and into his closet where appropriate. He untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it one button at a time and you slip your hand into your underwear, fingers circling your clit lightly as you watch Johnny undress. A soft moan escapes your lips when you put pressure, toes curling at the much needed attention on your clit and Johnny laughs at the sound. He pulls his pants off, setting them on top of his dresser, then saunters over to the bed.

You spread your legs as soon as Johnny reaches the edge of the bed, leaving enough room for him to crawl in-between. Within seconds, Johnny’s hand is replacing yours in your underwear as his lips attach to yours. Your lips move in sync, tongues coming out to play with each other, and you peel your shorts and underwear down and kick them off to give Johnny more room to move. He collects your slick on his fingers, inserting two fingers into you without warning, a surprised moan getting caught in his mouth.

His fingers move in and out slowly, lips moving to suck on the skin of your neck and leave red and purple marks in its wake. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room, bucking your hips up as a silent plea to get Johnny to move faster, which he does. He drives his fingers into you quickly, thumb circling at your clit and your jaw hangs open, letting out every moan that bubbles in your throat. He pulls away from your neck for a moment, allowing you to remove your shirt before he bends down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks harshly on your nipple, fingers moving even faster in and out of you and your orgasm starts bubbling in your stomach. He lets the nipple go with a pop and then moves onto the other one, all the while curling his fingers to hit your g-spot and tightening the circles on your clit.

“F-fuck, Johnny—” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m so close, sososo close.” Your hips buck up in an attempt to get just the tiniest bit more of pressure that will push you over the edge, but Johnny pulls his fingers away from you as soon as he feels you beginning to clench around his fingers and you whine loudly.

“What was that for?” You say with a pout, kicking your feet and on the brink of throwing a tiny tantrum. Johnny laughs, bringing his fingers up to your face and forcing them into your mouth. You lick his fingers clean, sucking on them lightly and he smiles at you before pressing a kiss onto your nose.

“Good girl,” Johnny says in a low voice. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get to cum. I want to try something with you, though.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on the bedsheets and brings you in for a deep kiss. When he pulls away, you raise an eyebrow at him and he pets your head softly. “You want to try something new?”

Johnny nods. “You wanna 69?”

You let out a tiny gasp at his bluntness, but feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought. He laughs at your reaction, grinding his hips into yours and you can feel just how hard he is through his boxers. After thinking it over for a moment, you nod and Johnny gets into position, lying on his back and pushing his boxers all the way down. You get on top of his body, positioning your head just above Johnny’s dick, letting a trail of spit fall from your mouth and onto his tip. He groans at the feeling, hands gripping onto your hips and pulling your wet heat right to his face.

You wrap your lips around Johnny’s tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on it tightly. Johnny lets out a loud fuck, pulling your hips all the way down and licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance. The tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance and you begin to bob your head, slowly moving up and down and stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

He sucks your clit between his lips quickly and harshly, forcing you to moan around his dick. His tongue licks at your clit in quick strokes and you grind down onto him, chasing your orgasm from earlier. You pull your mouth off of his dick, using your spit as lube so you can stroke him quickly and resting your head on his thigh. You press your lips to the skin of his thigh, sucking the skin into your mouth to ease the sound of the moans coming out of your mouth. One of Johnny’s hands leaves your hip, two fingers slipping right into your wet heat as his mouth continues to abuse your clit. You bite onto his thigh, forcing Johnny to groan against your clit, and within seconds you’re falling apart around his fingers, clenching tightly as your hips stutter against his face and legs begin to tremble.

You release the skin of his thigh from your mouth, hand still stroking his dick so slowly he can barely feel it, panting as Johnny licks you through your orgasm. The sound of Johnny’s lips moving against you and tongue slurping forces a blush to rise on your cheek. the thought of someone walking past his room and hearing him eat you out coming into mind. Once you’re satisfied, you pull your hips away from him, thighs shaking violently as you try to hold yourself up over his body.

“You taste like candy,” Johnny says, licking his lips and delivering a harsh spank to your ass. “Do you think you can take another, babygirl?”

You nod, flopping onto the bed beside him and flashing a smile at him. “Are you even going to last?”

“Absolutely. I’m going to fuck you ’till the daylight, baby.” He steps off the bed, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. “Flip over, princess.”

“Yes, daddy,” you say jokingly, flipping over and pushing onto your hands and knees.

“Don’t say that,” Johnny says, pressing his tip against your hole. He pushes into you slowly and a moan gets caught in your throat at the feeling of his long, hard length sinking into you. You clench around him once he bottoms out and slaps your ass again.

“Why? You don’t like it?” You pause for a second. “Daddy?”

Johnny wastes no time, grabbing onto your hips and quickly thrusting in and out of you like his life depends on it. Your head falls onto the bed, your mouth hanging open and letting out a moan every time Johnny bottoms out and fills you completely. You start moving back, meeting each of Johnny’s thrusts as his hand travels from your hip, up your back, and digs into your hair. He pulls your hair, forcing your body up and off the bed and you let out a surprised scream at the feeling of Johnny tugging on your hair as his hips hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You’re so fucking nasty,” Johnny says through groans as he thrusts into you harshly. The sound of skin slapping against skin is heard in the entire room, his bed frame hitting the wall with every thrust. “Jaemin and Jeno are right next door and here you are, letting them know how good you’re getting fucked. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as best as you can with Johnny still pulling your hair tightly, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the mention of the younger boys. You clench around Johnny, and his hips falter for just a second before he’s back to his almost inhumane pace.

“J-johnny, I’m so close,” you say, clenching around him again. Johnny lets go of your hair, your upper body falling back down onto the bed, and his fingers move to rub your clit as he seemingly begins to thrust faster. 

“Come on, babygirl. Call out to them, give Jeno and Jaemin something to jerk off to tonight,” Johnny says, drilling into you and rubbing your clit harshly. 

You shake your head as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “I c-can’t, Johnny, I can’t.”

“Do it or I’m not letting you cum,” Johnny says, pinching your clit between his fingers, pushing you even closer to the edge. He angles his hips, tip perfectly hitting your spot and within seconds, you’re tumbling over the edge with a cry.

“F-fuck, Jaem-Jeno-o-Johnny, feels so good,” you babble, clenching tightly around Johnny’s dick as he continues to thrust, letting you ride out your orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around Johnny is enough to push him over the edge. He bottoms out, pulling your hips flush against his as he finishes in thick white ropes, filling you to the brim. You fall onto the bed, Johnny’s softening dick slipping out of you, and he crouches down to be level with your crotch. He watches as his cum begins to seep out of you, two of his fingers instinctively pushing it back into you.

“Too much,” you whine. Johnny laughs, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He slips into bed, pulling your body close to his. Your head rests on his bare chest, legs tangling with his as his arms wrap around you. He moves your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting out a satisfied sigh and sinking further into the bed. You close your eyes, snuggling into his side.

“I’m just going to take a quick nap,” you say.

“Quick nap? Baby, it’s nearly midnight, just go to sleep.”

“Nuh-uh. You said we’re going ‘till the daylight. Give me like 30 minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

“You’re insane,” Johnny says with a laugh, his dick stirring at the thought of going for another around.

“You love it, though.”

“You got me there.”

[tobi-momo]

Sweet

a/n: hi hi hi! this wasnt requested from anyone but my brain at 3 in the morning, so ya girl just quickly wrote sum down. plus- i need more midoriya works, like, cmon- its deku- our man needs some more love and appreciation🥰- also! i am so so so so close to 150 followers- thank you guys sm srsly yall are so supportive and awesome :))

Pairings: Midoriya x GN!Reader 

Genre: Fluff- a lil spice but nothin much

Warnings: it does get a tad bit spicy - a small curse? barely - making out - rotten fluff :) NOT PROOFREAD !!

pls enjoy <33

“Baby, what are you doing?” You ask, turning your head towards him right before he pours in an entire bag of flour in the bowl.

“I’m putting the flour in,” he replies, like he knows what he’s doing.

You walk over to him with a laugh, shaking your head while you take the bag of flour away from him. “You’re supposed to use measuring cups, silly, not eyeball it.”

He lets you take the bag and set it on the island before looking back at the empty bowl and back at you again with a confused look.

“What?” You giggle while opening a drawer to grab the utensils you need and closing it shortly after, walking in his direction once more. He backs away, allowing you to scoop the flour into the measuring cup, then tapping the side of the bowl to empty the flour into the bowl. He watches you, his eyes softening and admiring you with a smile. “Well? You gonna stand there and watch or are you gonna help?”

“Oh! Yeah, uh,” he brought his hand to the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching, “I don’t think i’ll be of much help,” he chuckles, backing away to the wall. You smirk at this. You got an idea.

“That’s okay, we can do something else then.” Observing his sudden stiff figure and tomato-red face, you assume his mind has gone to the gutter. Just as you wanted. You gently place the measuring cup on the marble surface, turning your body to face him, then walking his way, placing a hand behind your back. Your right hand finds its way on his bicep, fingers running up and down his muscle, his flustered expression making you want to laugh. You look up at him, your body inches away from his. His blush barely fading as he smiles down to you, leaning his head down to meet yours. You tip-toe, raising yourself and meeting his lips halfway in a sweet, luscious kiss. 

His hands make home on your waist, pulling you in closer while your hands place themselves on his cheeks. Both of your hands. 

He yelps on your lips before aggressively pulling back, almost hitting his head on the wall. “What the hell is that?” His head immediately whips to you; your loud cackles confusing his already befuddled brain. His hand instantly goes up to his cheek; half scared of what could be there. His fingers graze the substance, bringing it down to his eye level. “Frosting?” He shouts, a smile crawling back on his face when he looks back at your body, practically on the floor from laughter. He couldn’t help but giggle at you; a cramped abdomen and tears practically running down your face. 

“Ha ha ha ha, I’m- ha- I’m sorry,” you let out, trying to calm yourself and get your composure back, “I just ha- had to do it.”

He grins at you, wiping as much frosting off as he can before using his hand to help you up. Lifting you up, you grab the inside of his elbow to catch your balance, taking deep breaths to stop yourself from falling on the floor again. You lean into him, jumping back when something that wasn’t his hand sweeps against your cheek. 

“He- hey! Why’d you do that?” You try to act bothered, but your sentence comes out jokingly as you couldn’t help your laugh after you playfully hit his chest. You pout at him, making his grin smile widen before he pulls you into him, taking his thumb and wiping the frosting off your cheek, down to your bottom lip, and into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his thumb, gazing straight into his eyes as you collect all the frosting. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, trailing it down to your chin, perking it up while his head outstretches to catch your lips in a moist, succulent kiss. He draws back, twinkling at you. 

“Sweet.”

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sorry its short but meh its fiine

taglist: @zerohawks @combat-wombatus @hitosushi @katsuhera @toosharkinternet 

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

this is so strange to ask, but could you write something about Mando and the reader and about their age gap (she’s 20/22 - that’s because technically he’s 33/34 - i don’t remember well)? choose you if something fluff or anything else, obviously just if u have free time!! ☀️

This is not strange at all man, and yes I think that’s about right. Or at least it sounds right to me.

I decided to go for fluffy fluff with a smudge of angst and mentions of smut on this one since I’ve been writing a lot of smut lately, buuuuut if you all would like a smutty part two I would be more than happy to oblige as soon as I can!

This is also unedited and short I apologize. 

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You hate this. 

Din—you were there when Moss Gideon called him by his true name—is sitting with the Child in the hull, rolling that metal ball towards him on the floor, gently so that the Child has a chance to grab it. When the baby giggles, you grin and there’s a soft noise that escapes through the vocoder. It makes your heart swell with a longing ache. 

When you first met Din, you never thought in a million galaxies that it would go this far. That one job would lead to another with your skills, and eventually you would become the Child’s caretaker. That slowly, as you became more familiar, the Mandalorian started to creep into your every daydream. It soon escalated into your every thought, your every breath, and the butterflies in your stomach that flutter in a frenzy when you were around him; the very same ones that still reside within the confines of nervous giddiness. 

At first, you chalked it up to a stupid crush. You are young, early twenties, and he’s a man; just in his early thirties, and illuminating every bit of swagger and enigma that was just sexy and appealing to you. And Din is nothing but good towards you, even stoic and ever so distant in his way. He’s kind when he’s not bounty hunting, he’s soft when it’s just the three of you on the Razor Crest—with the Child more than you, obviously, but he never once has asked you to leave the room if you sit from afar and watch. It’s something that you could easily get over and eventually move on from. You said this to yourself every day and night when your thoughts drifted to that Din Djarin cloud of yours, and occasionally—if the need was too much—you’d stick your hand down your pants and think of his cock inside you as you came. 

Then he almost died. That broke you, made you realize that it was all more than just a crush; somewhere along the lines, you fell in love with him. Hard. Life is funny like that. 

But he just doesn’t feel the same about you and you will never be the to make him laugh like that and no doubt smile. You will never even have a chance of feeling a sliver of his bare skin against yours, or the brush of his lips. You will never hear any adoring words of affection from him that’ll turn you into a puddle of lovey gooiness. It’s something you have to endure and suffer through. 

“Hey.”

You blink through your daydream, realizing that Din—Mando, you have to remember to call him; Din is too… personal and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable—has been calling your name. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. “Just… thinking.”

“Yeah.” The modulator crackles. “Are you hungry?”

As much as it sounds appealing to you, you're in too much stress right now to put in the effort to eat, so you shake your head no and watch as he sighs and stands up. He stands in place and wobbles with one foot poised in one direction and the other in yours. It’s like he’s contemplating something and that brings your undivided attention. 

“Did I—did I do something?” He asks with uncertainty. 

You blink dumbly at him. “W-what do you mean?” You curse yourself for how weak you sound. 

“I—” He stops, puts his head down for a moment, then whips it back up to you and clenches his fist. “I mean did I do something to make you… distant?”

Distant? Oh. Oh. You thought you were really good at concealing your emotions, you really did. But you’re not as good as you like to imagine and now the jig is up. You’re going to have to tell him, because he’s, well he’s the Mandalorian; the one you’ve been partners with for a while, so he knows when you’re lying and you just—you need to tell him. It’s only fair to the both of you. 

You wring your hands nervously in your lap and chew on your bottom lip. Your heart is pounding against your chest rather uncomfortably that spreads to the rest of your body and makes your leg start to bounce with the increasing anxiety. 

C’mon. This is now or never. 

“Mando I’m—I’m in love with you.” It practically comes out a whimper, and it’s too fucking quiet but you take a deep breath and will yourself to keep going. “And I know that that probably makes you uncomfortable, and that you don’t feel the same way at all. So I’ll… you can drop me off at the next stop. I’ll be okay.”

As painful as it was saying, you can’t deny how good it feels letting it all out. Din—Mando—appears to be in shock. His whole body is stiff, and you’re sure if you poked him he would sway under the miniscule pressure. Your stomach is in knots, awaiting his response to your confession with tears burning in the back of your eyes. But you will not cry, not here and not now. 

“You think—” He chuckles, deep but without humor. “And here I was sitting here thinking that you didn’t like me.”

Wait. What? Is this real?

A gust of air escapes you with an airy laugh. “Wha—wow.” You don’t know what else to say. It’s like your brain is short circuiting, blank and unyielding in its chaos. 

“Yeah.” He sighs and takes tentative steps towards you until he plops himself down next to you, but doesn’t face you; he stares ahead at the Child. It’s quiet for a little, sans the gurgles and babbles, and you take this moment of silence to collect your thoughts. 

“Why did you think that I didn’t like you?” You finally whisper. 

The helmet tilts down. “Because… because you’re so young.” He whispers. “And I was trying to spare you from making you uncomfortable or—or hating me. And you still—” He stops. 

You nod your head eagerly and encourage him with a small smile. You need to know. 

“And you still call me Mando.” He relents. “I know that sounds stupid, and I know that you’re just being respectful and I appreciate that. But I don’t know, the doubt started to creep in when you didn’t ask your silly little questions like you always do, especially about my name.”

This is all just… ridiculous. You start to giggle, and you can’t stop even when the visor stares quizzically at you and you feel him tense even more beside you. 

“I-I’m sorry it’s just,” you manage to croak. “It’s just this whole time, and our own insecurities were holding us back.”

It takes a minute, but eventually you hear that sweet, raspy and robotic chuckle filter through the helmet. Your heart swells and your smile is wide to the point of discomfort that you can’t stop. 

“And with the age thing,” you start. “I don’t care about that. I’m an adult and you’re an adult. Just because your bones crack when you stand and you groan when you have to bend down does not mean I love you any less.” 

You grin at the end and expect him to argue back, or to laugh with you. 

“...Can I kiss you?”

Maker. Maker this is really happening. 

You lick your lips and nod, not fully trusting your voice. 

“Close your eyes.” It comes out soft, almost a whisper. 

You look towards the Child, who must have fallen asleep on the blanket Mando—Din, you can call him Din now—laid out as they played, and close your eyes. The anticipation is killing you already and it’s only been a second, but you’ve been waiting so long for this and it’s finally within your grasp. There’s a loud hiss that makes you slightly jump. 

Then there’s a soft wisp against your lips; that small ghost of air that flows from his mouth onto your awaiting kiss, teasing you. You keep your eyes tightly shut as he palms your cheeks in his hands—bare and rough but soft against and you wonder just when he took those gloves off—and he presses his lips against yours. 

At first it’s soft, just a cautious press. It’s still enough to take your breath away, to have to fight back the urge to keen into him and throw yourself onto him. Then he finally, finally, kisses you harder. You immediately gasp and he clumsily fits his mouth against yours, trying to move in perfect sync. You follow his lips, losing yourself to the language of this kiss; the first of the many that are to come, the one that’s a little unsure but absolutely reventing in the simplicity of it, begging for more and more. When you trail the tip of your tongue against his plump lip, you swallow his moan and explore the divine taste of him. Din responds just as eagerly and your body is on fire, and he’s the cooling water and the smoldering flame at the same time, bringing you into his warmth and completely enveloping you into… into his everything. 

You whine when he pulls away for air, and he indulges you into a few more pecks before he completely pulls away. It feels cold but your swollen lips thump with an untainted love that’ll keep you sated; at least for a little while. 

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[misterrightscenarios]

Flowers and a Flower Boy

Minghao is done with his best friends running circles around each other, so he sets them up for a date at the most aesthetic place he can think of: a rose garden at Ilsan Lake Park.

△ 1,999 words | fluff | oneshot | college student!Mingyu | requested by: anon | flower boy date game | beta by: @regal-kleio​ & @ccarats​ (thanks for helping me brainstorm on this one bb <33)

i’m sorry this took so long my dear T-T i kind of twisted it a lil bc i got carried away with the whole park (yo it’s so pretty???) but i hope you like this! <333 (you sound adorable btw im dying). This also concludes the flower boy date game! thank you to everyone who participated and shared a lil bit of themselves for these stories!

The hour and a half train ride from Gangnam to Ilsan gave you plenty of time to curse Minghao to the pits of hell and back. He had lured you out of the comfort of your home and into the humid late-spring air with promises of a fun-filled best friend day, complete with aesthetic pictures, and food. At no point had he mentioned that Mingyu--tall, obnoxiously good-looking, Mingyu--would be joining you.

You had been none the wiser until you’d arrived at the train station, only to be met by Minghao joking around with the very man you made a point to avoid. You took note of the fact that they were both dressed to the nines--wearing button up shirts and slacks, with each of them putting their usual unique twists to their similar outfits. It made you glad Minghao had at least been kind enough to inform you that there was a dress code for the day, so you wouldn’t feel like a shlump in comparison to the two tall males.

The greetings had been awkward, as always, with you and Mingyu avoiding each other’s gazes and Minghao sighing in exasperation as he led the way to the platform, muttering under his breath.

Now the three of you were sitting in the train, your eyes glued to the window while Minghao and Mingyu chatted away. The entire time you were cursing at Minghao in your head, glaring at the dark haired boy whenever Mingyu wasn’t looking, only to be scolded by one of the other’s reproachful looks which you knew was a sign to “behave, please.”

The trip seemed to last an eternity—even with the switching of trains you still felt trapped by Mingyu’s presence.

It wasn’t that you really held any animosity towards the brown-haired boy, after all, he was kind and funny, and almost charming to a fault. But at the end of the day, he was best friend’s with Minghao, your best friend, and the last thing you wanted to was to complicate or strain their friendship.

Given that, it was easier to pretend you disliked Mingyu—to try to find flaws in all of his actions and vehemently refuse any feelings of attachment. Mingyu, on the other hand, had never done the same to you; his smiles remained kind, he still tried to include you in conversations, but it all ended in him being shot down time and time again.

You’d never bothered to ask Minghao about the situation, because you knew how highly he valued his friendships. You knew he would hold a grudge against anyone that ever dared to mess with those for him. It kept you quiet, and kept you pretending you simply had a disliking for Mingyu.

Still, try as you might, you couldn’t fully ignore him. His laughter often echoed in any space he occupied, his voice soothing in its own muted quality. It reminded you of everything warm and made you desperate to drop your pretense so that you could be the one to hear every word he spoke.

Instead you settled for listening in, keeping your face as blank as you could manage and hoping Minghao would keep him talking.

It was around midday when the three of you finally arrived at Ilsan, with Minghao still being quiet as a mouse about your destination.

It was only a short walk from the station, but you should’ve guessed where you were heading, given that Minghao had been bugging you to go for weeks now. He’d dragged you all to Ilsan Lake Park for the international flower festival, and you couldn’t but feel the excitement bubbling. Despite the fact that you were upset with Minghao, you were at least glad he hadn’t lied to you about the reasons you should come out on such a pretty day.

The three of you set out towards the grounds, with you  walking slightly ahead of the two friends to look at vendors and what their stalls had to offer. You could already hear the shutter of Minghao’s camera going off, so you were a little more mindful of the way you were holding yourself.

About half an hour later, while you grabbed some food from a vendor, Minghao started shuffling, sighing every other second. You could feel his eyes going back and forth between you and Mingyu, but you studiously ignored him, chatting away with the vendor instead.

“Oh, look, an artist!” Both you and Mingyu turned to look at Minghao, who was slowly stepping away. His mouth was twitching in a way in you knew meant he was trying to bite back laughter, and you instantly turned suspicious.

“Wait, lets get food then we can all go,” Mingyu told him, sounding a little exasperated with the other male.

Minghao grinned now, “nah, I think you two could use some...bonding time. I’ll go off on my own. I’ll meet you back at the entrance at six?” He was full on stepping back now, weaving between bodies of tourists. You stared at him in chagrin, your eyes promising payback if he really left you alone with Mingyu.

“Hao?”

“Enjoy your date!” He said, waving with one of his signature giggles, disappearing into the crowd.

You were left to gape after him, completely in disbelief that your best friend could just abandon you when, as far as he was concerned, you and Mingyu were as good as strangers.

Next to you, Mingyu seemed just as frozen, broken sounds of protest coming from him. Once you gathered enough ire, you huffed, looking at him but refusing to meet his eyes. “Let’s go find him.” Your voice was hard, and you were ready to find the Chinese boy and drag him back to Gangnam by his ear.

Mingyu’s warm hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you, and you opened your mouth to protest, but were too caught off guard by his expression. It was a mix between hesitation and hopefulness, strangely reminding you of a puppy.

“What are you doing?” You asked cautiously, looking at his hand. Mingyu dropped his hold immediately, folding his arms behind his back and pursing his lips while he found his words.

“Well...he’s not wrong. I don’t know what I did to make you dislike me, but…I don’t think the same of you. Maybe if we spent some time together, you might find I’m not that awful?” His words were chosen carefully, you could tell, but there was still an underlying tone of hope.

You sighed, glaring at the spot off to the side of Mingyu at your dilemma. You didn’t want to call yourself out, but the guilt was eating at you now. Mingyu really hadn’t done anything wrong, per say, and it did seem extremely rude to continue acting the way you had. Then again, you really didn’t want to end up liking spending time with him so much that you forgot why you weren’t allowing yourself to act on your infatuation.

In the end, your guilt won, making your shoulders droop. “Listen, it’s not that I particularly dislike you.” You started, hesitating when you saw Mingyu tilt his head in question. “I just…”

You bit back a groan of frustration and missed to yourself. “Alright, fine, let’s leave Hao to fend for himself. I hope he gets lost.” You grumbled, starting to move away from the vendor.

Mingyu laughed a little, catching up to you in a few easy strides. He seemed a little more relaxed now, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. “He’s probably off to be a pretentious little prick,” he jabbed, but you could hear the genuine affection behind his words. It made your guard come down a little, and you couldn’t quite hide the small little laugh at his joke.

Mingyu was looking forward, but he was hiding his own smile too, it seemed.

Slowly, as you both walked along the path, you felt yourself giving in more and more into Mingyu’s soft personality, letting his laughter coax out your own and his soft brown eyes lure you into speaking in tangents.

You learned more about Mingyu than you’d ever thought you would: how he loved to take photos, how he adored his little dog, how well he got along with Minghao, and how much he’d like to have a fashion line of his own one day. In turn, you spilled just as much about yourself, letting him know of your love for art, how you also enjoyed fashion and photography.

The two of you walked off to the flower exhibitions later, your arms brushing now as you continued to question each other; it was around this time that it started to dawn on you that you were becoming helpless to your infatuation towards Mingyu, and that maybe you should start considering the possibility that Minghao left the two of you alone for that very same reason.

“Hey, stand right there,” Mingyu was pushing you gently by your shoulders towards a large arrangement of flowers, his grin wide. “A pretty backdrop for a pretty human.”

You tried to pretend your cheeks weren’t trying to compete with the color of the flowers behind you, and just allowed Mingyu to place you in front of the flower display. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, and you stepped forward with a frown.

“Shouldn’t I give you my phone instead?” You asked him, brows furrowing.

Mingyu grinned again, his eyes sparkling. “it’s okay, I want to remember this too.” He said, ducking his head for a moment and pursing his lips nervously. “Our first date.” He added, so low you almost thought you’d misheard him.

His hopeful wide eyes and tentative smile, however, told you it wasn’t your ears playing tricks on you and you could only duck your head, trying to come up with some sort of response.

“Is...is that okay?” he asked carefully, crouching a little to get your eyes to meet his, and only then straightening back up to his full height.

Your breath hitched a little, and losing yourself in the chocolate brown of his eyes and the pretty curve to his lips, you nodded your response. You swore you had never seen such a bright smile from the man in front of you for the entire time you’d known him, and you wondered if you hadn’t been as concerned with your friendship with Minghao, as you had been with the idea of Mingyu not reciprocating the interest.

The rest of the day ended up being a blur of pictures, eating food and trying to learn as much as you could about each other. At some point, Mingyu even bought you a flower crown, gently placing it atop of your head and letting you know he’d buy himself one too if it made you embarrassed to walk around with it.

(In the end, he bought one too, because you insisted that your pictures would come out much more aesthetic if you were both wearing flower crowns.)

When the sun was finally setting, the both of you ran into Minghao, whose arms were laden with bags of trinkets, and whose grin was smug when his eyes locked onto your arm tucked into Mingyu’s elbow.

“Had fun, did we?” he teased, tilting his head cockily.

You glared a little, but there was no venom behind it. Instead you were grateful to your best friend, for throwing you to the sharks this one time. “So did you, I see.” You teased back, raising an eyebrow at his bags.

Minghao shrugged, eyes sparkling even in the semi-darkness. “Yes I did. Now let’s go get food before I die.”

Both you and Mingyu shared a look, a playfully exasperated grin, and the three of you went off again, this time with your heart feeling much light than it had in the morning, all thanks to the man who looked at you as you walked and threw you a cheesy grin, and a playful wink.

[glassydear]

Receptionist Lady Love (jjk) Ch. 2

➛ Starting your new job as the receptionist at BigHit, you were determined to become friends with your coworkers. You certainly weren’t expecting to make Jeon Jungkook, the Head of Sales, avoid you at all costs.

pairing: Jungkook / Reader

genre: fluff, humor, office au, worker!bangtan, correspondence story

wordcount: 3,469

rating: PG

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From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:04 pm]

Hi Hoseok-sunbae! I was just wondering whether you would be able to help me out a bit. You guys have been so nice to me and I want to make sure that I do my job properly so that it isn’t an inconvenience for any of you. Which brings me to my problem of sorts. Not that it’s a problem because it’s not at all a problem but there’s this man who photocopies his own paperwork by himself and I was wondering who it was. I know that there are seven people in this branch, not including me, and I’ve only met six so I’m just a little curious. Sorry if this is a bother.

Thank you,

(F/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:08 pm]

(F/n)-ah! It’s no problem at all. I glad you told me. Would this individual happen to have brown hair and a bunny smile? Does he have a lot of muscles? Does he poke his tongue around in his cheek when he’s jealous? Is he shy? If so, that’s Jeon Jungkook. The guy I told you wanted to have lunch with you.

P.S. Don't be so formal, (f/n)-ah! You're part of the family already :)

Kind regards,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:10 pm]

Is that really him? Wow. He really is like a bunny. When he’s waiting for his copies, he’s all twitchy like he’d run away if something moved suddenly. It’s cute endearing. By the way, do you think he’s avoiding me? He always has a meeting or a call around lunchtime.

With gratitude,

(F/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:12 pm]

It could be but I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ll talk to him soon, I promise. :)

Warm wishes,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:13 pm]

I hope so. :’)

Thank you again,

(F/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:28 pm]

Jungkookie-ah~

I heard that you haven’t done anything about that crush that you have on you-know-who.

Fond regards,

Jimin

Senior Sales Representative 322-4177

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> Subject: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:31 pm]

You heard wrong. I am doing something. I’m ignoring it. This is a place of business and I’m an adult at work. Also, are you five? What’s with the ‘you-know-who’?

P.S. Stop with the ‘Jungkookie’. I am a man, goshdarnit.

Busy adulting,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:35 pm]

It’s because you never know whether HR is monitoring your emails plus, who knows what the receptionist can do to spy on people. Side note, if you’re a man then why say goshdarnit?  Another thing, you’ve started coming an hour before work starts just so that you can be the first in the building and hide in your office without her seeing you.

Warmly,

Jimin

Senior Sales Representative 322-4177

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:38 pm]

Do you really think that Yoongi-hyung would bother monitoring our emails? I did ask him though and he glared at me so we’re in the clear. The answer to the side note: I am a man and I say goshdarnit. Deal with it. No, not really. I’m afraid that Jin-hyung is monitoring my emails for swear words. Anyway, stop stalking me, you creep.

Best,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:41 pm]

Yah what have I done to deserve this disrespect? >.>

Also, if you don’t want her, can I have her?

Your hyung,

Jimin

Senior Sales Representative 322-4177

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:16 pm]

Kook, why have you not talked to her yet?! Or gone on the lunch date that I graciously set up for you!

Impatiently yours,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:23 pm]

Jin-hyung told me to do my own copies and I’ve been in a ton of meetings and sales calls lately so I haven’t had the time. I just got back from one right now, actually.

Professionally,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:34 pm]

So you're free right now?

Curious,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:36 pm]

Sure. Why? Up for some Overwatch or something?

Bored,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:37 pm]

Nah. I want lunch though. Meet me in the break room in five?

Your hungry hungry hyung,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:39 pm]

Hyung...the cringe is real. Please stop.

Also, sure. Sounds good. I'll meet you there.

Your cringing cringing dongsaeng,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:14 pm]

BigHit‘s Bulletproof Boys Instant Message

Jeon Jungkook: JUNG HOSEOK [2:14 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: I AM GOING TO KILL YOU [2:14 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: HE LOCKED ME INTO THE BREAK ROOM WITH (F/N) FOR MY ENTIRE LUNCH BREAK [2:14 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Oh my sweet, stupid Jungkookie… [2:15 pm]

Jung Hoseok: This is so great. I've been enjoying these past thirty minutes or so [2:15 pm]

Park Jimin: Me too :3 [2:16 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Me three that was so much FUN (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ [2:16 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: You two are fired. Clean up your desks [2:16 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Now now, oh stupid one. Don't be so quick to lay the blame when it was you who didn't see through Hoseok’s very very obvious intentions [2:17 pm]

Kim Namjoon: Honestly I thought you were smarter than that...now a little afraid that I made the wrong choice for the head of sales... [2:17 pm]

Park Jimin: I nominate me (╯✧▽✧)╯[2:18 pm]

Kim Taehyung: ME ME ME I CALL IT!! [2:18 pm]

Park Jimin: Suck it I called it first :P [2:19 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Fite me bish [2:19 pm]

Park Jimin: Bring it >> [2:19 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Gonna get your butt whooped, short face >:( [2:20 pm]

Park Jimin: Little kinky for right now isn’t it? Flattered but not into that :( [2:20 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Woah guys let’s keep that in the bedroom [2:21 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Yeah there's a baby bun reading these [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: I'm gonna kick all of your assets [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Assets [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Assets [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Assets [2:22 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: DANN IT ALL TO HELP WHAT THE DUCK [2:22 pm]

Kim Taehyung: AHAHAHAHA WHAT A BABY HE CAN’T EVEN SWEAR [2:22 pm]

Park Jimin: Don’t worry, cutie patootie lil bunny baby. (F/n) will probably think that your naive lil butt is cute [2:23 pm]

Kim Taehyung: What butt tho??? Find it for me on a map bb [2:23 pm]

Park Jimin: Hey hey my butt should be the only one you see ;)) [2:23 pm]

Kim Seokjin: You’re disgusting [2:24 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Don’t you realize that my baby boy is trying to go out with (y/n) and doesn’t need your homosexuality to mess with his tiny brain [2:24 pm]

Kim Namjoon: Well if all goes well he's gonna be (f/n)’s baby boy, not yours [2:24 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Ayy true true [2:24 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Wow have you two actually started going out? Congrats guys [2:25 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Don’t be delusional. It’s just part of our appeal to the ladies ;)) [2:25 pm]

Park Jimin: Yeah we’re [2:25 pm]

Park Jimin:  We’re… [2:26 pm]

Park Jimin:  What’s the word again? [2:26 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Homo [2:26 pm]

Park Jimin: No no that’s not it [2:27 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Oh so the other one [2:27 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Wow you’re so close. Almost there [2:28 pm]

Jung Hoseok: That’s what she said [2:28 pm]

Park Jimin: He- [2:29 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Omg yesss that makes sense ‘cause we’re guys [2:29 pm]

Park Jimin: Right?! [2:29 pm]

Park Jimin: Ok sooo [2:30 pm]

Park Jimin: Het- [2:30 pm]

Park Jimin: Heter- [2:30 pm]

Park Jimin: No that can’t be it [2:30 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Actually I think that’s it [2:31 pm]

Park Jimin: Wowwww ok then yeah we’re totally heter [2:31 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Come on just a little more. You can do it [2:32 pm]

Jung Hoseok: That’s what she said [2:32 pm]

Kim Seokjin: You ho [2:32 pm]

Jung Hoseok: That’s mah name ╮(︶▽︶)╭ [2:33 pm]

Park Jimin: Hetera [2:33 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Nah bro. We’re dudes so that’s gotta be an o [2:34 pm]

Park Jimin: Hetero?? [2:34 pm]

Park Jimin: Hetero [2:34 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Hetero!!!!!! :)))))) [2:35 pm]

Park Jimin: Does this mean that hetero females are actually shetero [2:35 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Oh hi is this the group of friends that locked me in the break room with (Y/n)? [2:36 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: They’re supposed to be listening to me complain and threaten them and then I’m supposed to kick their sorry assets [2:36 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: But they seem to have gotten distracted with their own STUPID IDIOCY [2:37 pm]

Min Yoongi: Wow the little kid has learned some big words [2:37 pm]

Kim Namjoon: I would say you’re welcome but idiocy isn’t exactly a big word so... [2:38 pm]

Min Yoongi: I have access to your emails [2:38 pm]

Kim Namjoon: It’s a very big word. You’re welcome, Kookie, by the way, for teaching you that [2:39 pm]

Kim Taehyung: I bet Kookie is all tongue pokey in his cheek right now kkk [2:39 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Go check [2:39 pm]

Kim Taehyung: But I’m the one who made faces at him through the window after Hobi locked him in [2:40 pm]

Kim Seokjin: That sounds like a you problem and not a me problem [2:40 pm]

Park Jimin: Don’t worry bb I’ll go see ;3 [2:40 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: OH YEAH JUST COME SEE ME IN MY OFFICE IT’S ALL GONNA BE OKAY I TOTALLY FORGIVE YOU [2:40 pm]

Park Jimin: Oops sorry bb it’s not happening. I choose life [2:41 pm]

Kim Namjoon: What will you give me if I go check and he’s not doing the thingy [2:41 pm]

Kim Taehyung: I’ll make Jimin stop taping pictures of your face on your condoms [2:41 pm]

Park Jimin: Wha? I don’t do that [2:41 pm]

Jung Hoseok: And here we see a mochi betrayed and forsaken by his own kind [2:42 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Ah nature...the circle of life is cruel...how sad [2:42 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Justice >:)) [2:42 pm]

Kim Namjoon: YOU [2:43 pm]

Kim Namjoon: I will deal with you later [2:43 pm]

Min Yoongi: He’s not doing the thing [2:43 pm]

Kim Namjoon: Damn it hyung I was getting to that [2:43 pm]

Min Yoongi: You’re spamming and I don’t appreciate it. [2:44 pm]

Min Yoongi: Also, kid, don’t rush. It never ends well  [2:44 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Awww that’s so sweet [2:44 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Awh grandpa Yoongs is so cute [2:44 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Someone change his name in the company registry to Cute Grandpa Yoongs [2:45 pm]

Kim Taehyung: On it [2:45 pm]

Min Yoongi: I will have your head [2:45 pm]

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From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:51 pm]

Didja enjoy your lunch with Ms.Thang???

Sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative 322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:56 pm]

F you, man.

Not in the mood,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:58 pm]

Mean. No, but seriously, did you enjoy lunch?

Yours sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative 322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:03 pm]

It was fine? I guess? It was awkward at first. Y’know, because I walked in expecting Hobi-hyung and saw her...and then you slammed the door to the office shut and he slammed the door to the annex shut and you both locked them...and then you both laughed at me while I swore at you and beat at the doors and stuff…

Suddenly embarrassed,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:09 pm]

GOLD. PURE GOLD. SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

I could probably file a report of violence in the workplace based off of all those threats, honestly. Could be the victim of a hate crime…

Plus you probably scared the bajeezus outta the poor girl. No wonder it was awkward. Maybe you do need lessons...should I call a meeting?

Very sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative 322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:22 pm]

Shut your face. That’s never necessary. NEVER.

And yeah, she kept saying that she had no idea what you guys were planning. She was all red and stuttery and yeah...kinda cute. Anyway, when I finally quit yelling at you guys, I grabbed my yogurt and sat down and honestly I was planning on being quiet the entire time.

I think she was too and then she noticed my yogurt and got this funny look on her face and said, “So I know this is weird and there’s no reason for me to know this, but Namjoon brought a yogurt container full of mayonnaise to work and put one of your sticky notes on it.”

How are you supposed to react to that?

I just sat there like an idiot for a good ten seconds before asking her whether it was the yogurt I was holding. Then she said yep and we just sat there with these dumb faces and then we both just started laughing our assets off. Then lunch went by really really well. I’ve learned a lot, hyung. Allow me to list them for you.

She plays Overwatch

Did you know this? You haven’t been playing with her, right? Don’t. Not without me. ‘Cause I like to play. That’s all.

She likes Iron Man the best

Or maybe Spiderman but I can forgive this

When she gets really bored, she throws paper clips into Jin’s coffee cup

Not entirely sure whether he knows it’s her or not so don’t tell

Okay so maybe I didn't learn that much but dude she's smart and pretty and all that good stuff so I CALL DIBS. I CALL IT. NO TOUCHY TOUCHY. NONE.

P.S. How many times are you going to reuse sincerely? Not very creative or sincere.

Creatively and without repetition,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:38 pm]

Awh little Jungkookie is all grown up and whipped for a girl he’s talked to once in his entire life. So proud. Can't help it if she falls for me though. ;)

P.S. Shut up. I hate these stupid things. What's the point? There's none. I could literally text you. But just because you're being mean...

Not sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative

322-4178

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:04 pm]

Locking me in a room with him wasn’t cool, Hobi.

Disappointed,

(Y/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:10 pm]

Oh, please. You loved it so I’ll save you the ‘thank you’ and go straight to the ‘you’re welcome’. You’re welcome.

With pleasure,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:17 pm]

Freak you.

Anyway...so we were talking over lunch and I found out that he plays Overwatch. He’s such a  weeb, it’s adorable. BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT! I was just wondering whether you would ask him to play with us tomorrow?

Doesn’t even care,

(Y/n)

Receptionist

322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:25 pm]

That’s cute but it’s a no from me. This oppa doesn’t play ;)))

No, but seriously. Just ask him yourself. I’m sure he’d love to play with you ;D

Wink wonk,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:29 pm]

Just wait until I make new friends. Your sorry butt is gonna be all alone, crusty and dusty in the annex.

Besides, what should I say? “Hi, it’s (y/n) from that time earlier today when we got locked in the break room together. Wanna play Overwatch with me tomorrow?” I don’t think so. He doesn’t need to see that awkwardness. No one does. No one. Just ask? Please? I’ll take you out to lunch :)

The epitome of awkwardness,

(Y/n)

Receptionist

322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:34 pm]

How cute. If only you were this cute all the time. But no, you have to be an adult and ask him on your own like a big girl. Just be cool and in control but cute.  Our baby boy loves a caring mommy ;)))

Wonk wink,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Overwatch

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:46 pm]

Tomorrow. 10 a.m. Overwatch. Let’s see what you got, weeb.

Mercy,

(Y/n)

Receptionist

322-4171

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: (Y/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:52 pm]

HYUNG!!!!!!!!!!! SHE JUST EMAILED ME ABOUT PLAYING OVERWATCH WITH HER! ASDFGHJKL WHAT DO I SAY?!?!?!?!

Help,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Re: (Y/n)

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:54 pm]

Just answer her, you dip. Don’t be stupid. Shoot her with that playboy charisma, Mr. Hotshot Golden Boy. And hurry before she leaves! Don’t leave her waiting, douche.

P.S. Did you know that douches are things that clean people’s butts? Joonie told me earlier and I figured I didn’t need to suffer alone so here’s this uselsess piece of scarring knowledge.

Sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative

322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Overwatch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:57 pm]

Already begging for mercy? Fine. Bring it >:)

McCree,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Overwatch

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:58 pm]

You know, smoking’s bad for your health.

Right beside you,

(Y/n)

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Overwatch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:59 pm]

Well, I have faith you can patch me back up, doc.

Much obliged,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

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Astro Ships: literal-ktrash

Hi Hi Nessa~. I'm not good at this but here I go~ hehehe. For ship request: I would say I'm an optimistic person, but if I'm in a bad mood I'm more of a realist. I enjoy all subjects, but my favorites are astronomy, physics, and anything having to do with writing/english. I'm a perfectionist with body-image issues (regarding myself) and am a bit too judgmental/critical of myself. I cry both when I'm sad and frustrated, and I'm a ball of emotions. I love cringey humor and puns, and I laugh a lot!

I wouldn't say I have a hard time making friends when I try, I just get lost in my own head when I'm in public and don't really approach people. I can't go anywhere without music, it's my lifeline (I basically only listen to KPop nowadays, but I used to listen to Pop and Hard Rock).

I really want to be an international english teacher, because I love learning other languages and understanding other cultures, and I believe english is the language that binds people around the world since it's used for business and the like~, so I believe it's important to learn at least some. I also love writing and have a love for poetry and novels - my dream is to write a poetry book in at least 3 languages one day.

I think anything is possible (even aliens! our universe is so big! how could they not be real?) and encourage people to dreams with all their hearts, so they can give their life their all! I care deeply for my friends and constantly worry about them, and I'm usually the "mom friend". I've been through depression and have relapses every now and then.

I know it sounds weird, but I can sense ghosts (O.O) - which is why I'm nervous around hospitals, I get all freaked out, my head hurts and my chest feels heavy when I'm in one. I'm also afraid of driving (which I'm working through now!). I believe people have lived many lives, that our souls get another chance to live if our past lives have been short or have been taken away from us too soon. I'm afraid of never finding love and ending up alone in my old age.

I also think everyone has soulmates - family, friends, and lovers, the people in your life are around you for a reason~ and maybe they've known you in another life! I'm a huge LGBTQ+ supporter. I'm not very religious, but I believe the only way to find god is through all religions - having the ability to see the world through as many people's eyes as possible, and understand those around us.

I think everyone deserves respect, from your grandmother to the local drug addict in jail, we're all just humans trying to figure out how to live ^-^. I love all animals (I actually spent like 10 minutes yesterday holding a lizard and calling him "friend"😂), but my favorites are dogs, cats, and horses. I've been a horseback rider for about 7 years and never get tired of it. I tried every sport under the sun in middle school, but never got the hang of basketball (I'm too short 0w0).

I used to get hit with the ball in soccer and volleyball, so I'm a bit scared of sports balls now. I'd rather be called cute/adorable than hot/sexy any day, and I melt when people give me pet names~. I want to learn to sing, dance, kick box, and pole dance (interesting combo, right?). I couldn't tell you what my favorite color is, I don't like discriminating against other colors (kekeke).

I also can't pin a favorite ice cream flavor, but I think eating ice cream with company makes it taste better (goes for any food honestly!). I want to travel a lot when I get older, taking pictures of scenery and cultures. I ADORE nature, and would choose the mountains over the beach any day! I love winter and I'm not a huge fan of the sun/heat. I'm a huge mommy's girl, she's my best friend and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her~.  

I blush easy and have never been in a relationship/on a date (^////^) so I'm quite innocent. My spirit animal is Stitch (since my birthday is 6/26 and he is Experiment 626!!) and I also just really love Stitch! I don't think I have an ideal type, but I want someone funny, who loves me for me ^^. Sorry if this was all over the place! I tried my best *hides my face* (I would like to apologize for how long this was~ hehehe ^\\\^)

((It’s quite alright, dear! ^u^ I tried to use as much info from your request as I could, but I was worried to make it too long;; I hope this is alright! <3))

I ship you with JinJin! <3

Explanation + Fluff:

OKAY LISTEN I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING;;

BUT IT’S NOT JUST BC HE’S YOUR BIAS >o<;;

you guys are just rly good at picking compatible biases??

but honestly JinJin’s perfect for you <3

he reminds you not to be so hard on yourself

and to love yourself, you know~?

you love him unconditionally and he does the same for you~

you two are a good balance for each other

bc JinJin’s rly optimistic too

but sometimes it can blind him a lil bit?

so you help him remember to see things realistically

and he helps you remember to look on the bright side of things

idk it’s just super cute~~ <33

the way you two actually meet is adorable

JinJin really wants to improve his English

since he’s the leader and he wants to be able to communicate with Aroha better and everything

so someone at fantagio hires you

and you’re like YES now I can teach English in Korea this is so cool omg

but PLOT TWIST

you’re teaching English to the members of Astro :D

OH BOy;;

everything’s going great~

but in your sessions with them JinJin just seems to not be getting it?

so you pull him aside after the lesson and ask him if he’s having trouble with anything

and he’s like no no it’s fine

and you don’t believe him for a second bc he’s acting rly weird

and then he just kind of blurts out

“do you wanna go out sometime?”

and you’re like O///O

and he’s like >///>

he starts rambling about how he kept daydreaming in class about going out with you and if you two actually go on a date then maybe he can concentrate

and you cut him off with a small “sure”

and he’s like “... uh, great!”

so he takes you out to a cafe

and you two have coffee and talk about life

and as you talk he just slowly falls for you even more

he thinks your views on life are really beautiful

after a while he offers to walk you home

and you let him

and it’s kind of silent as you’re walking

and then once you get to your place

he says to you (in English) “can we do this again?”

and you’re so surprised

like he said it so fluently

you’re like (in English) “of course we can”

and he smiles and kisses your cheek

and he’s like (in English) “see you tomorrow~”

aaaaand from that day on he does much better in lessons...

and you two kind of have a thing~ <3

alright now time for other cute stufffffff

ok but his sense of humor is right up your alley

like he will absolutely text you puns throughout the day

and cheesy pick-up lines

but he’s actually surprised that you seem to love it?

and text them back??

like i think in that moment he realizes you’re “the one”

he’s also super duper supportive of your writing

like he always says that someday he can’t wait to tell people he knew you before you were a bestselling author <3

don’t think this man won’t buy you a Stitch onesie bc he 100% will;;

or if not a onesie, then he’ll totally get you and himself matching Stitch key chains <3

and sometimes he’ll try and do aegyo by imitating Stitch...

it usually doesn’t go well;;;;

but you find it cute regardless~

bc everything he does is cute lbrh

will oftentimes ask to share earbuds with you

bc it lowkey makes him feel like you’re sharing a part of your mind with each other, you know?

he finds that to be a rly cool thing

and he loves your taste in music

whenever you're in public together he makes sure that you’re as comfortable as possible

whether it be talking to people for you, putting an arm around your waist or your shoulders, or taking a break somewhere secluded

your comfort and happiness is his no. 1 priority

he’s like your cuddly personal bodyguard <3

speaking of cuddly...

he loves wrapping you up in his arms

and resting his head on top of yours

kissing your forehead

he loves hugging you

and being the big spoon~

playing with your hair

and just spending time with you honestly <3

he’s always there to comfort you

whenever you’re sad or frustrated

he’s there with ice cream, hugs, and comfy sweaters~

I AM A FIRM BELIEVER THAT A HUG FROM ACTUAL TEDDY BEAR PARK JINWOO CAN CURE ANY SADNESS IN THE WORLD;;

he also loves it when you “mother” him

like telling him to bundle up or eat dinner

he rly needs a nurturing person like you in his life

and loves getting those reminders that you care~

STARGAZING DATES <3

just laying down together on a blanket spread on the grass

crickets chirping and owls hooting

pointing out different constellations

and you look over

and see him staring at you

so you’re like

“what?”

and he’s like

“nothing, you’re just so much more dazzling than the stars~”

and brushes your hair behind your ear

and you smack his arm and hide your face in his chest

bc HELLO?? >///<

but he just grins and hugs you

and even though it’s cheesy, you know he means it <3

he probably likes calling you silly things~~

like honey bun, cuddle muffin, ladybug, precious, sweet pea, etc...

he’s always told you that once he’s rich and famous, he’ll take you travelling anywhere you want to go

and eventually you do~

one of your destinations is Switzerland, and JinJin books a scenic tour of the Swiss Alps for you two

you two have been together for a while now

and he feels ready

so he bought a ring a few weeks ago

he’s been carrying it around since your world trip started, waiting for the right moment (and place) to do the thing

i’m sorry;; i just love travel proposals okay??? <3

and as you two hike along the trail, he looks over only to find that you’ve gone off the path

and are taking photos of this tiny cluster of purple flowers growing behind a small boulder

tucked away from the world

he comes over and admires your look of concentration while attempting to capture the small burst of beauty on the rocky trail

he thinks it’s just like you to find the good in an otherwise mundane setting

and he just smiles

and gets down on one knee right then and there

because he knows that he’s found his soulmate~ <333

This Astro Ship has the Nessa Seal of Approval ~  ☆

Ships now CLOSED <3

[osayoko-blog]

How about all the questions except 100? ( ◠‿◠ ) See, I'm nice.

ASK ME THINGS

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1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? Nothing, because they would still be snoring away happily next to me. My favorite thing to hear in the early morning.

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?☼♥ ☾

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?I think that’s the stupidest question someone could have come up with. Shouldn’t you care about every little thing concerning them? Ranging from when they experience minor headaches, to drug abuse, to their well being in general?

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?Ozaki = 5

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?Sober, maybe a little drunk on sleep.

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?Yes. But we’ll always go our way.

7. What does your last received text say?I don’t remember right now.

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?∞

9. Where was your last kiss at?The hospital.

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?I don’t have a sisiter but two older brothers.

11. What do you drink in the morning?Decaffeinated tea.

12. Where did you sleep last night?At the hospital.

13. Do you think relationships are hard?They are if you invest everything you’ve got. If they’re not, you’re probably just wasting away your days ignoring each and every occuring problem.

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?No. Although not everything went the most perfect way possible, I wouldn’t change anything. Life isn’t a video game you can restart if you made any mistakes that influence the progress of it. You have to live with your mistakes and the bad phases that come and go. Coping with the consequences makes you grow, cheating doesn’t help you improve but to eventually make the same mistakes again without learning through them. Everything happens for a reason and everything that has occurred to me within the past five months has gotten me to where I am right now. I like it, I’m happy. I’m enjoying my life and the connection I have to the people in it.

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?None.

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?Summer rain.

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?I don’t have a middle name.

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?Leggings.

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?It doesn‘t matter if it’s a relationship or just “us”. I think it will still be “us” three years from now.

20. Does anyone like you?Yes.

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?Technically.

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?No.

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?Yes. Are you human?

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?I appreciate art in every shape and form it comes in. I have considered it a couple of times. I love this kind of unforgiving commitment to whatever you choose to carry underneath your skin with you for the rest of your life.

25. In the past week have you cried?Yes. Never hold it in.

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?It was a cute Pomeranian. I can see why this question is important. It honestly made my day to see this white ball of fluff bouncing around and wrapping his leash around his owner’s legs in the process. They were all annoyed but it was an adorable sight to witness for me.

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?Drying off in the shower is such a pet peeve of mine.

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?No.

29. Do you think you’re old?I have an old soul but a young heart.

30. Do you like text messaging?It’s not that I like it to an extent where I can say that I enjoy it, but it has become ultimately vital for the people of our generation. Especially in my business it’s a great way to stay in touch with important contacts but also a comfortable possibility to talk to the people close to you when you find yourself being constricted by a busy schedule but don’t want to miss out on anything in their lives. I still prefer face to face conversations but I’m grateful we’re given these endless possibilities nowadays.

31. What type of day are you having?My day has been an odd mix so far; a little bit busy, a little bit boring, amazingly challenging.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?Actually, yes. I’ve done a shooting with Brooklyn All Day a while back where they put a fake septum on me and I actually thought this look was pretty cool and refreshing, enough to briefly wonder if it would be something I could enjoy on the long run, but I came to the conclusion that it’s not too convenient in this kind of profession. When I was younger, I always admired people with belly button piercings, too.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?I like both extremes. I like them, but I also find myself moaning as soon as I’m forced to cope with extreme cold or extreme warmth. Yet I enjoy being surrounded by snow or going to the beach on beautiful summer days. I don’t have a preference as it seems but I’m grateful for every season and its perks.

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?Always. My best friend.

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?I’d prefer no labels. They only do harm depending on the type of person you are. My answer will be neither, but I strongly believe that certain things don’t need to be named. Strong emotions don’t need such limiting cages. You will only find yourself clutching these golden bars, wishing to escape so the two of you can be free. But most importantly together. Why limit yourself when those feelings go far beyond human vocabulary.

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?I am as simple as I am complicated.

37. What song are you listening to?Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?It depends on who you are to me. But usually, yes. Especially when you’re close to me. The tighter the bond, the more I’ll have to swallow my pride to apologize. When I do, I do mean it.39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?My friend Akane.40. What made you start liking the person you like now?This is the toughest question so far. Mainly because I don’t want to write a bible for an answer, so I will try to keep it short. What made me like them, the very first thing that did, was realizing that for some reason our minds worked strangely alike. He spoke out things I couldn’t put into words, but he also took entire sentences off my tongue I wanted to write down and yet he was faster, just like he knew what I put my mind to that very moment. It was like speaking to my reflection in the mirror. And I hadn’t even seen him in person back then. This conversation got under my skin. Ever since I’m tied. Since day one.41. When did you last receive a text message?Yesterday.42. What is wrong with you right now?I think I’m frightened of the unknown and of the familiar, both at once.43. How well do you know the last female you texted?Barely.44. Does anyone disgust you?Remotely.45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?Yes and no.46. Are you in a good mood right now?As good as your mood can be when all you can think about is sleep.47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?Sono.48. What color shirt are you wearing?Grey.49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?Yes. I don’t think either of us liked it but it was necessary. I’m glad we had this conversation.50. Anyone you’re giving up on?The slow and mechanic form of life I have been the past couple of months. Goodbye.51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?Sometimes. But it’s never without affection.

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?Who didn’t?53. Do you like rain?I love rain. 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?I think I will simply refer to the question concerning drug abuse here. Though it also depends on how severe the consume of alcohol is.55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?Yes. Although I’ve learned not to waste emotions as I grew older. 56. Do you like to cuddle?Actually, yes.57. Are you shy?It depends. But a huge part of me is. 58. Do you get along with girls?I do. But I have a tendency of getting along with boys much better.59. Have you dated the person you texted last?Yes. 60. What do you carry with you at all times?My phone. 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?Yes, but I’d probably chicken out as soon as I hear as much as a creaking door. 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?Yes. 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?Yes. 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?I think it makes for a sensation of warmth and comfort, feeling utterly cared about.65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?Yes. My son produced his absolute worst diaper. So… cute…

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?Well, one of them was very very old, almost ancient. Rumor has it he’s almost fourty. The other is currently 4 months old and last but not least, I’m not going to give away my mom’s age.

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?I have phases where I feel artistic and want to do a cool design on my own nails, but let’s be real, it’s better and easier to just get them done by a professional.   68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?Leo.69. Do you have any stickers on your car?No.70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?Lil Wayne.71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?iPhone.  72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?I only recall having pizza from Domino’s.   73. Do you like diet soda?No. Go hard or go home.74. What color are the walls in your room?White. I can’t have my walls painted in extreme and distracting colors. It makes me feel uncomfortable because they’re too loud. White is very soothing.75. Are you 16 or older?I’m 10 in spirit.  76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?No.  77. Do you have a job?Professional food enthusiast.  78. What are your initials?S. O.79. Did you ever have braces?No.   80. Are you from the south?Damn right. From the best city ever! I also think Northerners are cavemen.

81. What does your last status on facebook say?I don’t really use this site.82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?Not really, no.   83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?I’m close to both of them. They give me more support than I could ever dream of. I’m close to either of them in different ways, I believe. I talk a lot about my concerns and problems to my mom. She gives the best advice. My dad is my rolemodel. He teaches me lessons about life whenever we interact. And he was the one making me attached to the sea ever since I was a little girl. I’m grateful they raised me the way they did.84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?Gymnastics.   85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?Resident Evil.   86. Do you smoke?I used to smoke. I can’t say that I don’t miss it these days.   87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?I love any kind of shoe. It depends on the occasion or the setting.    88. Is your phone touch screen?Is the sun hot?   89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?I like to wear it curly if I am in the mood to do anything with it. Otherwise I prefer to have straight hair since it doesn’t require any work while I get ready.   90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?When I lived back home with my parents I used to sneak out of the house or back inside often. Those were my wilder teenage years. Rebel phase, Kurt Cobain lover, living the gyaru lifestyle.91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?A lake.   92. Have you ever made out in a car?Yes.   93. …Had sex in a car?Yes.   94. Are you single or in a relationship?Maybe something so precious, no label in the world could ever express its beauty.   95. What were you doing last night at midnight?Driving to the hospital.   96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?New Years.   97. Do you like the camera on your phone?It’s okay but since photography is a hobby, I prefer my Canon.   98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?Yes. It’s common in Japan though.    99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?More often than I’d like to admit.101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?Yes.  102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Blah Blah Blah  103. Do you have any tan lines right now?None.   104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?I used to when it was a thing for gals.