#thanks for letting me cook-/j

[sunny1927]

✨🔎Spy Mickey 🔍✨

Out of no where an idea occurred to me, since Mickey is already a detective in the comic series. What if he is a spy aswell…👀 (him basically having an alter ego of himself as a spy in the night time, but at day he’s a detective. Hope that makes sense!)

So for a plot idea? I suppose, is that Mickey becomes an undercover agent/spy who goes by the name “Agent Mouse” or “Agent 28” (I don’t know which one to choose so-) to track down the villains and stopping them for good with their no good evil plan, without blowing his cover as a detective in the day. Not only Mickey has to stop the villains but also protecting his love ones from danger as well and other people (as he figures out some villains out there is trying to harm them…👀)

Anyway that’s all I got! Let me know if you wanna see more of this! (Sorry if it doesn’t makes sense I didn’t really plan out a plot 😅)

Also I wanted to draw Paperinik as well… or is it Duck Avenger? I don’t know aha-

[dasketcherz]

the tomb raider post kinda got me thinking!! what if, as a sort of prologue to vat7k, varian and raps went on an exploration of corona's depths together, yknow just for old times sake!! 🤭 (i kinda imagine this to be a multi-episode ordeal mhm yep 🙂‍↕️)

and thats where they would end up discovering the light trial and/or the deactivated portal to the enternal library?? :0 (if it is the light trial, i like the idea of varian and raps potentially competing it together) they would likely ask xavier if he has any knowledge of this (spolier alert: he does lol)

its this lil adventure with raps that would kickstart varian's journey across the seven kingdoms :)

ohhh!! this is actually a really cool idea!! :0 like how the curiosity started from corona and ends in corona, i fw that a lot!! gotta love a full-circle moment in storytelling <3 like OKAY OKAY YOU GOT MY GEARS TURNING SO!!! HERE WE GO, HERES MY THOUGHTS!

altho, as much as i love the notion of freckled siblings figurine out the light trial together (it's a cute thought for sure), i think varian already solving one of the trials at the very beginning before his journey even starts (or even finding out that his mom was a scientist) kinda kills the momentum of building and hyping up the mystery surrounding what they just found in the depths of corona was (the portal) imo?

(Like I imagine Demanitus must have designed some of the trials in a way that you cant proceed to the next one without the previous totem(s) in hand, like the totems itself becomes an inclusive puzzle piece to solve the other trials and that according to ulla's research the first trial is the fire trial, not the light trial—i think this would elevate how crucial it is to follow the trials step by step to even get to the library)

So instead, I'd personally go for a scene akin to Raps and Varian perhaps needing to clear the underground tunnels of corona for business related reason. Like they initially went down there to re-purpose the tunnels for smth useful again (like this could be the perfect fill-in-the-gaps on how they extended the hot running water system that was located under old corona all the way to the capital to put more context to new dream's voice over in the finale of the show mentioning how corona altogether became the first to have hot running water in the 7 kingdoms) and they just decided to have fun and treat it like an adventure while on the job as queen and royal engineer cuz they are sillies like that.

And amidst of just having fun, thats how they accidentally stumble across an area that, to their surprise, was not familiar to both of them. And Varian can say "Huh...I've retraced our steps around this tunnels before (when he came back down there to fetch the automaton and replicate it during his villain arc behind the scenes, cuz I love subtle callbacks thats naturally brought up in a scene) but I've never come across this area. I didn't even know there was another passage down here."

And it could have totally shared heavy similarities to the structure of the passage beneath the vault from s1

Except it looked far more aged with time than the one from the show and thats how the two figured this is different from the one below the vault.

And has a similar center piece that resembles the one from the show

except it's much wider and bigger with an unassuming decrepit arch (that looked withered out or unfinished/destroyed to freckled sibling's opinion) at the middle surrounded by pillars (thats meant for the gang to place the totems that will power the portal back on after they retrieve all seven of it) Something like this:

And there are letters (similar alphabet from the demanitus scroll) carved in the arch. Knowing this dead ancient language by memory, Varian tries to read what it says and its a cryptic passage that def reads like smth you'd find in a mythology to freckled siblings. Hence them going to Xavier askin about it later on if it rings any bells to him, to which indeed he recognize the passage and tells them it's talking about the legend of the eternal library—but Xavier claims that the legend itself is very vague about how to even get there, the only clear instruction was retrieving the totems.

Plus I like to think Varian needs the blueprint for this portal just like he did in s3 to figure what specific parts he needs to assemble it back into functioning condition because this is Demanitus we're talking about, that man is paranoid af (pretty valid considering the kind of shit he's tampered with during his lifetime) and leave everything he knows in form of riddles and cryptic messages.

And the only other copy in existence of said blueprint—is in Ulla's journal and she had it laid out in the very last spread pages of her book. And that's the moment it finally clicks to Varian what the answer to "where's the entrance and how to find it" question is, "Hold on... I've seen this arch. Wait...oh, OH—OF COURSE! OH IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW—guys guys!! I know where the portal to the library is!!"

and boom, thats how it comes full circle in my head. thank you for coming to my ted talk (bows)

[jadelemonadee]

give me a complex rundown of samuels personality in your mind when i say complex i mean complex like 3 paragraphs

shiiiit okay here we go fasten your seatbelts (guys idk if i’ll be able to stretch this shit out into three paragraphs but I DID get the best score on my essay about bottled water for a standardized test soo…,) also im going to be stealing a lot of stuff from genius annotations and other things beware

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO so how i see him personally is just this annoying, stuck up guy who is the #1 george III glazer (/j) + he views himself as above the revolutionists and sees them as these vulgar barbarians who are trying to lead people to “the dark side” (don’t let them lead you astray) BUUUT although he acts all righteous, hamilton pushes him off of that high horse of his (and almost his box…,literally) with his AWESOME EPIC WITTY writing and argumentative skills showing that seabury wasn’t even all that in the first place (and NOT ELOQUENT!!!! cmon man you can’t be acting all high and mighty and then epically lose a debate to someone young enough to be your son HUMBLE YOURSELF BEFORE THAT 19 YEAR OLD DOES IT FOR YOU😭😭) another thing ive noticed is that whenever hamilton speaks there’s little to no instruments in the background maybe showing that he doesn’t even need music for support of his arguments and to completely obliterate samuel (just listen to the instrumental trust…….idk where im going with this alright it’s 12:10 as im typing this part)

okay some other things i want to add are little details about this whole shabang like how seabury’s accent seems almost forced, as if he’s trying to create similarities between him and the beloved figure of his majesty (/sar 😛) and the fact that seabury went by the name A.W. farmer in his papers about the revolution which IN THE MUSICAL could maybe be another example of my previous point since one of the king’s nicknames was “farmer george” (although as far as i know it was used some with political satirists….SAMUEL FCS DO SOME RESEARCH BEFORE MAKING YOUR KING GEORGESONA OR SMTH😭😭😭) secondly i really like the detail that lin had both seabury and the king’s songs both include instruments like the harpsichord + they both use formal vocabulary meanwhile The Revolution People (TM) use more modern slang + instruments in their songs, showing the growing contrasts and conflicts between the loyalists and patriots!!!! so cool we love you LMM anywho also the fact that seabury soon realizes after hamilton starts interrupting him that he won’t be able to beat hamilton with words so he might as well try to physically get ahead of him (pushing the box in front of him ect ect) and then doing his big “FOR SHAME” near the end as a last resort, “modulating the key” as they call it /j (this one was said by thayne himself) lastly just the fact that you can hear the guys making barking and whining noises after hamilton makes his epic mange joke….,,like that’s so silly i love that for them

i did it i technically did three paragraphs ARE YOU HAPPY ANON /j

[cheeseceli]

Husband Minho

Pairing: Lee Minho × gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, extreme minor angst, headcanons

Request: could u do a husband minho ver. please?

Warnings: mentions of food, dad!Minho at some point, he is an idol

A/n: thank you @lucciet for helping me here🙂‍↕️ I'll be thinking about dad!Minho for weeks now | daily click

Chan ver. | Minho ver. | Felix ver. | Seungmin ver.

Boyfriend!Minho who had been wanting to ask for your hand for MONTHS, maybe even a year, but was overthinking too much about it

Boyfriend!Minho who wanted the proposal to be perfect, and that's why he took so long to even plan on what to do

Boyfriend!Minho who throws it all over the window and ends up asking you to marry him on a Friday night, at home, with only the cats and an open heart

Fiancé!Minho who takes embarrassingly long to understand that you said yes, which means that you both will be marrying each other soon

Fiancé!Minho who starts to see possibilities of a future with you everywhere. He passed by a house that was on sale? He's thinking about what your future house will be like. He's driving somewhere? He wonders what places he could take you once the holidays arrive. He sees a kid at a concert? He is now thinking if you'd like to ever have a family with him one day

Groom!Minho who vows to love and protect you in any circumstances, and he is ready to do it for the rest of his life

Groom!Minho who takes you by your hand and runs away from your own wedding ceremony, intending on staying the entire night with only you

Husband!Minho who loves to cook for you on the weekend

Husband!Minho who officially calls the cats as your kids now

Husband!Minho who always calls you on dance practice breaks (and can never talk to you properly as the boys are already shouting at the back)

Husband!Minho that feels like sharing a bedroom and sharing an entire home with you is pretty much just an eternal sleepover

Husband!Minho who loves to have random dates at the most random hours, like cooking something at 2 am just because you're both hungry after your date (that fancy restaurant had extremely tiny meals)

Husband!Minho who drives you to your job and then drives you back when your shift is over, always wanting to know how was your day

Husband!Minho who is scared of not being a good husband because of the nature of his job, but forgets his insecurities immediately whenever you show up backstage with a kiss and a hug

Husband!Minho who always sleeps after you. He always admires your dreamy face and wonders what he did to get that luck whenever you are by his side

Husband!Minho who had to take care of kids for a variety show (once again) and now he can't stop thinking about what it'd be like if you and him started a family of your own

Dad!Minho who looks at your son with stars in his eyes and has to hold back his tears, although he does let some of them go

Dad!Minho who is always taking the most unflattering pictures ever of his son (and he shows it to anyone who is willing to see it)

Dad!Minho who makes the kid wear the cat's clothes for fun (and has thousands of pictures of those moments)

Dad!Minho, the industry's best dancer, who somehow always loses in just dance against your kids (and sometimes loses against you, but just sometimes)

Dad!Minho who refuses to let Han and Hyunjin anywhere near his kids/j

Dad!Minho who lightly teases his kids but is also the most reliable person to exist, always being there for him

Husband!Minho who would do anything for you, his kids and this little family of yours

Minho who didn't know life could be that good, until you came in it and lighted it up

Masterlist | you'll probably like: awaken beauty

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup

Dividers by @strangergraphics and @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

❤️ Black History Month - Queer Books + Black Authors

🦇 Good evening, beloved bookish bats. I hope you're having a wonderful weekend so far! Are you trying to read more queer books this year? More books by diverse authors? Books by black authors, not only for Black History Month, but all year long? Do I have a list for you (now featuring four new slides / 48 new books!).

❓What queer book and/or book featuring black characters have you recently read? Which one is on your tbr?

❤️ The Taking of Jake Livingston - Ryan Douglass ❤️ Mademoiselle Revolution - Zoe Sivak ❤️ Brown Girl Dreaming - Jacqueline Woodson ❤️ Alex Wise vs. the End of the World - Terry J. Benton-Walker ❤️ The Forest Demands its Due - Kosoko Jackson ❤️ Monstrous - Jessica Lewis ❤️ Thank You for Sharing - Rachel Runya Katz ❤️ Salt the Water - Candice Iloh ❤️ Trailer Park Prince - Andre L. Bradley ❤️ Blessings - Chukwuebuka Ibeh ❤️ Escaping Mr. Rochester - L.L. McKinney ❤️ Whenever You’re Ready - Rachel Runya Katz

❤️ Blood Justice - Terry J. Benton-Walker ❤️ Something Kindred - Ciara Burch ❤️ Infinity Alchemist - Kacen Callender ❤️ Vagabonds! - Eloghosa Osunde ❤️ Songs of Irie - Asha Ashanti Bromfield ❤️ Love and Sportsball - Meka James ❤️ Dead Girls Walking - Sami Ellis ❤️ Sleep Like Death - Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Where Shadows Meet - Patrice Caldwell ❤️ Family Meal - Bryan Washington ❤️ Where Sleeping Girls Lie - Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé ❤️ Leather, Lace, and Locs - Anne Shade

❤️ Brooms - Jasmine Walls & Teo DuVall ❤️ Lush Lives - J. Vanessa Lyon ❤️ Second Night Stand - Karelia & Fay Stetz-Waters ❤️ Broughtupsy - Christina Cooke ❤️ Skye Falling - Mia McKenzie ❤️ It’s About Damn Time - Arlan Hamilton & Rachel L. Nelson ❤️ The Color Purple - Alice Walker ❤️ And Then He Sang a Lullaby - Ani Kayode ❤️ Till the Last Beat of My Heart - Louangie Bou-Montes ❤️ Stars in Your Eyes - Kacen Callender ❤️ Prince of the Palisades - Julian Winters ❤️ Icarus - K. Ancrum

❤️ The Black Period - Hafizah Augustus Geter ❤️ How Long Til Black Future Month? - N. K. Jemisin ❤️ The Poisons We Drink - Bethany Baptiste ❤️ I Think They Love You - Julian Winters ❤️ Dear Senthuran - Akwaeke Emezi ❤️ Another Brooklyn - Jacqueline Woodson ❤️ D'Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding - Chencia C. Higgins ❤️ So Let Them Burn - Kamilah Cole ❤️ Sister Outsider - Audre Lorde ❤️ Red at the Bone - Jacqueline Woodson ❤️ How to Live Free in a Dangerous World - Shayla Lawson ❤️ I’m So (Not) Over You - Kosoko Jackson

❤️ Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender ❤️ Under the Udala Trees by Chinelo Okparanta ❤️ Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa ❤️ I'm a Wild Seed by Sharon Lee De La Cruz ❤️ Real Life by Brandon Taylor ❤️ Ruthless Pamela Jean by Carol Denise Mitchell ❤️ The Unbroken by C.L. Clark ❤️ Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Córdova ❤️ Skin Deep Magic by Craig Laurance Gidney ❤️ The Death of Vivek Oji by Akwaeke Emezi ❤️ That Could Be Enough by Alyssa Cole ❤️ Work for It by Talia Hibbert

❤️ All Boys Aren't Blue by George M. Johnson ❤️ The Deep by Rivers Solomon ❤️ How to Be Remy Cameron by Julian Winters ❤️ Running With Lions by Julian Winters ❤️ Right Where I Left You by Julian Winters ❤️ This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kacen Callender ❤️ The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum ❤️ This Is What It Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow ❤️ Son of the Storm by Suyi Davies Okungbowa ❤️ Black Boy Joy by Kwame Mbalia ❤️ Legendborn by Tracy Deonn ❤️ The Wicker King by K. Ancrum

❤️ Pet by Akwaeke Emezi ❤️ You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson ❤️ Once Ghosted, Twice Shy by Alyssa Cole ❤️ Cinderella Is Dead by Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Let's Talk About Love by Claire Kann ❤️ A Spectral Hue by Craig Laurance Gidney ❤️ Power & Magic by Joamette Gil ❤️ The Black Veins by Ashia Monet ❤️ Treasure by Rebekah Weatherspoon ❤️ The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow ❤️ Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James ❤️ Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett

❤️ The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta ❤️ Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee ❤️ A Phoenix First Must Burn (edited) by Patrice Caldwell ❤️ Rise to the Sun by Leah Johnson ❤️ Things We Couldn't Say by Jay Coles ❤️ Black Boy Out of Time by Hari Ziyad ❤️ Darling by K. Ancrum ❤️ The Secrets of Eden by Brandon Goode ❤️ Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé ❤️ Off the Record by Camryn Garrett ❤️ Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers ❤️ The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar

❤️ How to Dispatch a Human by Stephanie Andrea Allen ❤️ Black Girl, Call Home by Jasmine Mans ❤️ The Essential June Jordan (edited) by Jan Heller Levi and Christoph Keller ❤️ A Master of Djinn by P. Djèlí Clark ❤️ A Blade So Black by L.L. McKinney ❤️ Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo ❤️ Dread Nation by Justina Ireland ❤️ Punch Me Up to the Gods by Brian Broome ❤️ Masquerade by Anne Shade ❤️ One of the Good Ones by Maika Moulite & Maritza Moulite ❤️ Soulstar by C.L. Polk ❤️ 100 Boyfriends by Brontez Purnell

❤️ Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender ❤️ Quietly Hostile by Samantha Irby ❤️ A Little Kissing Between Friends - Chencia C. Higgins ❤️ The Death of Vivek Oji by Akwaeke Emezi ❤️ If It Makes You Happy by Claire Kann ❤️ Sweethand by N.G. Peltier ❤️ This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Better Off Red by Rebekah Weatherspoon ❤️ Friday I’m in Love by Camryn Garrett ❤️ Rainbow Milk by Paul Mendez ❤️ Memorial by Bryan Washington ❤️ Patsy by Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn

❤️ Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon ❤️ How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole ❤️ Yesterday is History by Kosoko Jackosn ❤️ Mouths of Rain (edited) by Briona Simone Jones ❤️ Dead Dead Girls by Nekesa Afia ❤️ Love's Divine by Ava Freeman ❤️ The Prophets by Robert Jones Jr ❤️ Odd One Out by Nic Stone ❤️ Symbiosis by Nicky Drayden ❤️ Thanks a Lot, Universe by Chad Lucas ❤️ The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons ❤️ Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

❤️ Little & Lion by Brandy Colbert ❤️ My Government Means to Kill Me by Rasheed Newson ❤️ Pleasure and Spice by Fiona Zedde ❤️ No Gods, No Monsters by Cadwell Turnbull ❤️ The Stars and the Blackness Between Them by Junauda Petrus ❤️ Filthy Animals by Brandon Taylor ❤️ The City We Became by N.K. Jemisin ❤️ Peaces by Helen Oyeyem ❤️ The Beauty That Remains by Ashley Woodfolk ❤️ Every Body Looking by Candice Iloh ❤️ Bingo Love by Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, Joy San ❤️ The Heart Does Not Bend by Makeda Silvera

❤️ King and the Dragonflies by Kacen Callender ❤️ By Any Means Necessary by Candice Montgomery ❤️ Busy Ain't the Half of It by Frederick Smith & Chaz Lamar Cruz ❤️ Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo ❤️ Sin Against the Race by Gar McVey-Russell ❤️ Trumpet by Jackie Kay ❤️ Remembrance by Rita Woods ❤️ Daughters of Nri by Reni K. Amayo ❤️ You Know Me Well by Nina LaCour ❤️ The Summer of Everything by Julian Winters ❤️ Butter Honey Pig Bread by Francesca Ekwuyasi ❤️ Gingerbread by Helen Oyeyem

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 6

Enjoy Chapter 6! Ch8 will be a look into what has been happening in Ghotam and Ch9 will probably follow the first episode of Invincible.

We're slowly approaching the main timeline age, so if ya'll want a specific character to make an appearance or would like to see a specific plot line this is your time to speak now or forever remain silent /j

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 6 >>next

He is crazy- he can’t just- He-!

You couldn’t even know where to begin telling what happened. One moment you were relaxing, enjoying the sun, living the dream- and then this old, 6 feet and 2 inches of pure muscle, alien-man thing just up and kidnaps you. Omni-Man kidnapped you with a simple “Hello, kid. Let’s go home.” You were more shocked than angry, to be honest, the man was just spewing nonsense as he flew you across the states.

Now, Nolan wouldn’t call it kidnapping- why, he’d never! He was just- cleaning up the streets, helping a homeless kid, even though he knew where she lived- it was adopting without all the other steps!

He was meticulous in his watching, not stalking, but watching, observing. When Cecil first called him, bringing to his attention a mysterious flying person coming and going from NYC, he was ready for a villain, an alien preparing to overtake NYC, anything but a tween kid shakily flying, almost hitting buildings and nearly being taken down by other flying heroes.

He knew she was no threat; he told Cecil as much- but he kept coming back. Something kept making him come back, just to look, to make sure she didn’t hurt herself or others- he kept telling himself. He knew deep inside why he came back every day for a year, it was the same reason why he married Debbie, it was the same reason why he couldn’t bring himself to hate his son.

Sure, she was living well, but the food she ate, if she remembered to, wasn’t sustainable, she needed home-cooked food, she needed socializing and training, she needed- she needed a family and stability. Nolan took the initiative to pack her bags and everything in her little apartment and move her into his and Debbie’s house, in the room next to Mark’s. And then, he took her.

You didn’t put up much of a fight if one at all, but really what could you say or do when Omi-Man has deemed you his and his wife’s kid, the man spoke of her highly, his son too, but still- He kidnapped you, you wouldn’t just stay- “And Debbie is making this roast beef with baked potatoes-“…

Some would call you weak, others would say you can be easily bought, but this was the greatest roast beef you had tasted in a long while. “This is amazing food, Mrs. Grayson.” You could play along for a while. The woman just smiled and thanked you, insisting on you calling her Debbie. The offer of ice cream made you sure you could play along for a long while.

She wasn’t initially happy with Nolan coming with a random kid under his arm, but one look at your disheveled appearance and wide eyes made her rethink everything. A daughter wouldn’t hurt, two kids would make the house happier, and you reminded her of those scuffed up little kittens, she didn’t have it in her to let you go without a meal at least.

Over dinner, you answered every question they threw at you, from your name to Mark asking if you like comics, but when they asked your age, you just shrugged. “Around 13-14? Can’t quite remember, I haven’t celebrated my birthday ever, mom just told me how old I was and then-“ Your body went rigid.

You were telling too much, getting too comfortable- but, maybe this was your chance at a true family. Can’t back down now, you could always just leave if you really wanted. The two adults understood as soon as you tensed up, Debbie immediately acting as her hand soothingly rubbed at your shoulder and back while they let you decide whether to continue or change the subject. “She died when I was five.”

She smiled at you softly, apologizing for prying and giving their condolences, something not even Alfred did. All Nolan saw was an opportunity to grab you and never let go, to give you what the father that clearly wasn’t in the picture never gave.

Mark just grabbed your wrist, a sad frown on his face. “I can share my parent with you. I know I’d be sad if mom or dad were gone. We can be siblings!” His bright smile was contagious, making you smile just as bright before your hopeful eyes met Debbie’s. She was sold a while back, as soon as you called her pretty while calling Nolan a bum and asking how she had the misfortune of marrying a brute, making the man grumble as he sat you on the couch, your hopeful glance just set it in stone.

Despite having a room all to yourself, you wanted to push. They were different to the Waynes, that was clear. They were warmer, talked to you, and it all felt so much better. So, you wanted to test the water by asking Mark if he’d be willing to share his bedroom with you tonight, not wanting to be alone. Not when you had the opportunity to soak in any attention they give you.

The boy was excited to have a sleepover in his room, eager to show you all the comics and toys he had- and neither Debbie nor Nolan could say no. Not to two pairs of puppy eyes. The adults were sure this weakness to saying no wouldn’t last… Hopefully.

Spending the night with Mark was amazing, it was everything you thought Dick and the other would give you. He showed you all his comics, letting you read all of them, and as the night settled and the stars were high in the sky you taught him about them. In the end, you both fell asleep in the pillow fort you made, comic books lying open around you. Your plans of escape quickly went out the window, this family thing with them felt like it was worth trying. You liked NYC, but maybe Chicago is where you belonged. And if the adults heard you two giggle and fuss around all night, they didn’t say anything.

By next week you were a Grayson, thanks to Cecil’s string-pulling. Looks like Nolan knew exactly what to say to make the man agree.

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[whoreforgyu]

pb&j

MDNI 18+

✌︎ pairing; neighbor!kim mingyu x fem!reader

✍︎ genre; smut, neighbors to lovers, au, fluff

ⓘ tldr; after finally mustering up the courage to ask your fine ass neighbor for help opening a jar of raspberry jelly, he makes sure to fill yours up with some cream by the end of the night 😏

⚠︎ warnings; under 21 drinking (20yrs but turning 21 in a few days (& dw even though i am 19 i don’t drink personally, this is just for the fic 😭)), mingyu has a slight thing for older girls, mingyu is a sophomore and reader is a junior in college, mentions of ‘95 liners, awkward reader, mentions of food, lowercase intentional

✎ note; i’m a new writer so this is my first fic let me know how i did 🫣 got the idea to write this after i spent all night trying to open up this jar of coconut oil from trader joe’s lol 😭

⇅wc; 2.4k

after what felt like an eternity of twisting, turning, and damn near college level research on how to open a glass jar, what are the odds that not a single thing has worked.

“run it under some hot water” they said.

“tap the lid with a heavy object to break the seal” they said.

“slap the bottom with the palm of your hand” they said.

but despite the hundreds of google searches and youtube videos you’ve watched, the tin lid to your jar of organic raspberry jelly hasn’t budged an inch.

“ugh!” you screeched, nearly throwing the damn thing at the wall. but you would much rather go to bed hungry than have to clean up fruit preserves mixed with shards of glass from the ground, or even worse, eat a dry peanut butter sandwich without jelly.

now, was there a quick an easy solution that you have thought of, but didn’t dare to act upon? well, yes! but that would require having to interact with your fine ass, johnny bravo-esque, tank of a neighbor— mingyu. at first, that option was off the table, but soon hunger got the best of you.

so here you are, standing in front of apartment 406 in some skimpy boy shorts that expose wayyy to much ass and a sweater, holding the infamous jar of raspberry jelly.

*knock, knock, knock*

the apartment goes silent, you feel nervous as the sound of foot steps walk up to the door, pause, and a zipper opens moments before hearing the lock turn. your cheeks heat up at the sight of him in a tank top with grey sweats. trying to stop yourself from ogling at his biceps, triceps, and quadriceps on full display, and you peep how his matching grey hoodie is coincidentally hanging from the coat rack.

the smell of sweet and savory spices bless your nose, if there’s one thing about mingyu, that man could cook. sometimes he’ll hand deliver you a bowl of whatever food he’s making, under the pretense of, “i made extra,” as opposed to “i was thinking about you, so i made a larger portion just to share with you.” and you swear he’s ruined your whole perception of food, you can’t help but think about how much better everything would taste if mingyu was the one who made it instead.

“oh hey _____, is everything alright?” he asked, looking up and down your figure, taking notice of the jar of jelly in your hand.

“yup!” you say awkwardly, accidentally look down at his man-cleavage “i just wanted to know if you could open this for me please?” an innocent grin plays on your lips as you shove the jar towards him, trying to ignore the way he was staring at them.

he laughs while gripping the jar and lid, twisting them in opposite directions before hearing a-

*pop*

“there ya go,” he says, handing back the jar. you sigh of relief before thanking him and turning to walk back to into your apartment, all while feeling a pair of eyes burning into your ass.

“y’know,” he blurts out. stopping you in your tracks, turning around to listen to him. mingyu couldn’t help but trip over his words at the sight of your doe eyes looking expectantly at him. “i’m making dinner right now, n’ i was just about to bring some over to you,” the tips of his ears now turning red, “but- i mean, since you’re already here, would you mind joining me?”

“yes!- i mean no- like no as in i wouldn’t mind,” shit, you think to yourself, what the fuck am i saying?

“okay perfect” mingyu says trying to hold back his smile (you know that cute 😗 face he makes), letting you into his apartment, allowing himself a closer look at your ass.

to no surprise, his apartment layout was an exact copy of yours, only furnished to his liking, of course. a dark stained wooden coffee table accompanied by a matching tv console, upholding a flatscreen tv and ps5, and a dark blue ribbed suede couch. hm, interesting.

“almost done, just need to finish sautéing these veggies,” he says now facing the stovetop, and you take the opportunity to get a real good look at his back muscles. you’re so glad you got front row seats to see them, since the view through the peephole of your door every time he came back from the gym wasn’t cutting it.

“could you help set up the table?” mingyu turns off the stove and grabs some plates and glasses from the cabinet above, breaking you out of your trance.

“yea, of course” you squeak, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way you were drooling over him just then. you set down the jar of jelly you, for some reason, still had in your hands on to the counter, and grabbed the placemats, utensils, and glasses from the drawers mingyu directed you to. he brings over the dishes and sets them onto the table before going back to grab a bottle of wine.

“you drink?” he asked raising a brow.

“not really, but i don’t mind having a glass,”

“how old are you?” he questioned.

“twenty one, how ‘bout you?” you wary.

“twenty.” he replied. there’s a brief moment of silence between you two before he’s sporting a stupid grin, like he knows he’s doing something he’s not supposed to, waiting to see your reaction.

“so where the hell did you get that from?” you pressed, raising your voice, baffled by his audacity to ask for your credentials when he, himself, isn’t even qualified.

“a frienddd~” his tone playful as he laughs. “relax, i consider this my early birthday gift, i’ll be twenty one on the sixth of this month.”

you think it must be from one of of his older friends, specifically seungcheol or jeonghan, those dudes from your engineering class who come by often, not that you’re keeping count. you sigh, you can’t blame him. you’ve had your own fair share of alcohol during your birthday party that you celebrated the weekend before your twenty first, especially since you could not afford to get lit on the wednesday night before your exam.

“fine,” you gave a tight lipped smile as mingyu pours you both a glass, starting to loosen up as alcohol soon calms your nerves.

“wanna watch that new ‘baby reindeer’ series, i heard it’s crazy as shit!” mingyu laughs, as you two are finishing dinner.

“ yeah i’ve been meaning to start! just haven’t gotten around to it,” you finish up the rest of the bottle, while mingyu takes the dishes to load them up into the dishwasher. you grab the remote turning on the television, and plop down on the couch, briefly pausing to remind yourself that this isn’t your place, but he sure does make you feel like it.

after drying off his hands mingyu plopped himself right beside you, leaving only about an inch or two in between, and smoothly snakes his arm around you, being careful not to make contact though. you laugh to yourself at how respectful he’s trying to be, and wonder if he’s truly oblivious to the not so respectful feelings you have towards him.

half way through the first episode, you can’t help but feel warm, almost hot due to his body heat. his scent isn’t helping either, he smells like fresh clean laundry and natural musk. you want to study his face now that you’re up close, but it’d be too obvious, he’d notice right? wrong, frankly, his ass is not paying attention to you, so you take initiative and scoot closer into his touch, resting your head onto his shoulder, smirking at the sudden tension of his body.

“you alright?” mingyu speaks lowly into your hair, subconsciously helping himself to your scent. turning down the volume on the tv, he tilts his head to hold your gaze, dammit, there she goes again with those eyes, he curses. swiftly glancing at your lips, and back up to your eyes, it’s like he can read your mind. cautiously, lowering his hand to your ass, he helps you onto his lap. “whatchu tryna get into?” mingyu teases.

“i dunno know you tell me, you’re the one who’s got me on their lap” you tease back giggling while biting your lip.

mingyu uses his teeth to now bite your lip between his before kissing you deeply. he couldn’t wait for the day he could he could get his lips on your pretty plump ones. not a day goes by where he doesn’t think about getting the chance to mess with his pretty ass little neighbor.

whimpering at the sensation of his sunken fangs into your lip, you quickly match his energy, grinding your dampening cunt against his growing erection. his hands now gripping your ass like a vice, increasing the relentless speed and friction between you two. hand nearly getting crushed in the process, you reach between your bodies to free his now rock hard cock from his sweats, beginning to stroke him while slowing down to a more sensual pace. he breaks the kiss, letting out a loud whine as you spread the bead of precum, focusing right on the tip, and dip the pad of your thumb right into the dimple before rubbing circles around it.

mingyu’s body shudders as he throws his head back in ecstasy, blabbering a whole bunch of nonsense, while you lick and bite the sensitive skin from his collarbone all the way to his jaw. continuing to stroke his aching cock, “ah! ouu~ shit- baaabe- baby oh! fuuuuck~ m’ boutta-” are the only coherent words he’s able to slew before you cease all movement. his head shoots up, wide eyed as he looks at you as if your head’s missing.

you give him a sweet— almost taunting, smile before reaching under his tank to reveal his sculpted torso, chest rising and falling as you scrape your nails against every nook and cranny of his flesh. you lean forward to give a few licks and and sucks to each of his nipples. mind you, the man is still staring at you in disbelief. giving a sinister laugh, he holds you by your hips and and in one swift movement, shifts his body under you, so instead of sitting on his lap, you’re now sitting on his face.

mingyu wastes no time lapping at the mere outline of your pussy, desperately sucking your arousal through the fabric of your shorts. like a rabid dog he rips through the fabric with his teeth, lips immediately latching onto your clit like a vacuum. you let out a loud cry desperately grabbing fistfuls of his hair as a poor attempt to ground yourself before he’s gripping your waist, gliding your cunt alllll over his face.

“gy-gyuuu~” you whine, your legs starting to shake as you the feel pressure building up in your core. your thighs now locked tight around his head, you’re scared you may suffocate him but you’re far to worried about reaching your own orgasm to stop. “mmmph~ shiiit pleaseee~ oh my- no gyu! piece of shit!” you scream, as mingyu removes himself from under you, a shit eating grin playing on his lips, his face covered in your juices.

you squeal as mingyu rips off any and every remnant of clothing you still had on, and throws you over his shoulder— face down ass up, giving it a quick harsh slap before heading into his bedroom. throwing you down on the bed, he immediately attaches his lips to yours as he slips his thick middle and ring fingers inside of you, curling them just enough to make you cum better than any one of your pathetic toys ever could. if he could give you mind blowing orgasms just with his fingers, just imagine what universe he’d take you to on his cock.

mingyu teases your entrance with his fat tip, gliding it along your wet folds. his cock was looong, thick, and heavy, a vein running along the left side of the shaft. it felt like steel wrapped in velvet. he begins pushing his way into you, nothing could prepare you for the stretch he gave, he felt invasive, greedy, selfish. invading any space he could find inside your small tight cunt.

“just hold on to me baby,” he growls in you ear, his breathing ragged as he bottoms out, pelvis right against your ass. the man desperately trying to help himself from releasing right then and there at the feeling of your wet pudgy walls sucking him in, as if your body was trying to create a mold of his cock to remember forever.

your legs wrap tight around his torso, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he’s rutting into you like a dog in heat. he desperately pants, holding another vice-like grip onto your hips, the combination of your pornographic moans and walls beginning to clench and spasm around him making his cock twitch inside you like a bolt of lightning.

not even science can measure the amount of pent up tension that has built up in your core, the feeling painfully delicious. the sharp thrusts of his cock soon becoming sloppy as you feel him starting to shudder once again, his mouth now on your neck, sucking harshly at the flesh. he brings his hand down to your cunt, beginning to rub messy circles onto your clit making you cry out, sending you over the edge.

the knot in your abdomen comes un done, feeling like an explosion as mingyu shoots what felt like the entirety of earth’s population into your poor pussy. your body goes numb, your vision, seemingly no different than looking out of a kaleidoscope, seeing shapes and colors you didn’t even know existed.

mingyu lays on top of you, cock still sunken deep inside as if he’s trying to fertilize each one of your millions of eggs, his heavy breathing sinking you into the mattress even deeper than you were before. looking up he sees your fucked out state, locking eyes with you before giving you the filthiest smile you’ve ever seen.

you smile back, matching his same filth, before pulling him into another heated make out session. “ready for round two?”

[cybrasigilism]

Can you do nsfw alphabet w nam-gyu? 🤭

NSFW ALPHABET with Player 124 (Nam-gyu)

warning: smut and all things of the like, the usual | not proofread | lowercase intended | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differs from your own

character: nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: since i have another nam-gyu request lined up and cooking in my drafts i figured this would be a great way to get comfy in writing for him. it’s nice to see some player 124 fans up in the fandom especially since he shouldn’t be getting hate for the same shit thanos was also doing (yes i know he did kill se-mi and he did lose some credit with me for that, but i fear i saw that one coming a mile away). also, THANK YOU GUYS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS? i’m genuinely blown away by the sheer amount of support y’all have given me and I’m eternally grateful :’)

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

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A= Aftercare what they’re like after sex

↳ based on how clingy he is with his friends? yeah, he’s gonna be down for a cuddle post-sex. if it’s a one and done thing though, don’t expect much in the regards of after care. at most he might offer you a smoke but he’s only super affectionate if you guys are in a relationship

B= Body part their favourite body part of theirs + their partners

↳ his and your favourite part of his body is his hands, without a doubt. his favourite part of his partner? hands down we’ve got ourselves another ass man, and who’s surprised?

C= Cum anything to do with cum, really

↳ bites his lip when he gets close (just gonna put this here and run off)

D= Dirty Secret a dirty secret of theirs

↳ really, and i mean really, loves how you look with his hands around your neck

E= Experience how experienced are they? do they know what their doing, etc.

↳ i get the impression that he’s fairly experienced, and he does know what he’s doing in the regards of rougher sex. however he does need guidance when it comes to more intimate, gentler sex

F= Favourite Position this one speaks for itself

↳ any position where you’re riding him is his favourite. he loves being able to feel you up and take as much control as he feels like, while still letting you do most of the work.

G= Goofy are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous, etc.

↳ regardless of whether he’s on top or not, he will be mocking you. it’s all out of love of course, but sometimes that can be called into question

I= Intimate how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect?

↳ it really takes a while for him to warm up to gentler fucking, especially since he’s so used to rough + sloppy one night stands. it’s always jarring to see him get vulnerable with you though

J= Jack off masturbation headcanons

↳ talks you through touching yourself OH MY GOD THIS DAMN WIND AGAIN SOMEONE SHUT THE WINDOWS-

L= Location their favourite place to do the do

↳ semi-public sex turns him on, need i say more?

M= Motivation what turns them on, gets them going?

↳ total cliche, but seeing you in revealing outfits totally gets him aroused. if you’re wearing something that hugs your ass just right, yeah you won’t be wearing it for much longer

N= No something they won’t do

↳ i don’t feel like there’s a lot this guy wouldn’t do, but if anything it’s probably pegging

O= Oral their preference on giving or receiving oral, how skilled are they, etc.

↳ couldn’t care less if he’s eating you out or if you’re sucking his dick, he’s always down for oral sex. hell, he’s probably into doing 69 but that’s for him to know, and for you to find out

P= Pace are they fast + rough? slow + sensual? etc.

↳ he’s typically going to be pretty rough, he’ll be gentle somewhat at the start if you specify that you’re a virgin but trust that the gentle act will cease quite soon into the fucking™️

Q= Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

↳ he absolutely loves quickies, there’s something about that adrenaline kick that he can’t get enough of

R= Risk are they game to experiment? how do they feel about risk?

↳ if any one of the squid game characters is down to experiment with risk, it’s nam-gyu. if he’s willing to take crazy unknown drugs from thanos in the games, he’s willing to experiment in bed

S= Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? etc.

↳ is it the drugs? is it his experience? god knows. but whatever it is, his stamina is pretty crazy. he will usually outlast you in the matter of rounds, but that might also be because of how thankless he is on your pussy

T= Toys do they own any toys? do they use them on themselves or their partner?

↳ i’m not sure he’d be the kind of guy to own crazy toys, definitely owns a couple fleshlights, and he will use vibrators on you if you bring them

U= Unfair how much they like to tease/be teased

↳ lets not kid ourselves here. he is the king of mean teasing, he’ll tease you the whole time if he feels like you deserve it

V= Volume how loud they are, what sounds they make etc.

↳ definitely not much of a moaner, more so grunts and what have you especially if he’s in control. he’ll call you his “personal fucktoy”. something i could totally see him saying while he’s fucking you is “fuck, ‘so tight for me. nice to see what a pathetic little slut you are.”

W= Wildcard a random headcanon for the character

↳ really good with his hands. he will tease your clit if he’s able

X= X-ray what’s going on under those clothes?

↳ is he super jacked? no. does he have a fair amount of muscle on him? yes absolutely. for size, he’s easily 6” hard

Y= Yearning how high is their sex drive?

↳ his sex drive is almost concerning. point blank

Z= Zzz how fast they fall asleep after

↳ don’t expect him to wait up for you. if he’s super worn out he’s heading off to snooze-ville before you do

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thanks for the request! i’ve been meaning to write for nam-gyu especially since he does not get enough recognition in the fandom :)

as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a gorgeous day all 💋

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[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds !! sfw alphabet

let me know if ur interested in an nsfw alphabet! enjoy <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

bob comes across as very shy and closed off with newer people, but with his friends he's very touchy and sweet. he wants the people he cares about to understand how much he cares about them with hugs and gifts and acts of service. he needs the reassurance so he assumes everybody else does.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

kind of like how the thunderbolts took one look at this sad wet cat and decided 'that's mine now', he kind of has that affect on everybody. he trusts you a lot.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he would cuddle with an s/o or a best friend. bob loves the contact, it grounds him and makes him feel human so best believe he's all about cuddles when he's comfortable enough with you. He likes to spoon the most, he doesn't mind being the big spoon but he prefers little.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

as i've said before, bob can't cook great. he makes decent sandwiches thanks to his horrible upbringing but he's used to survival foods since he spent most of his time high or backpacking and homeless. he's hesitant to have kids though he does want one or two if you're interested.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he would hate himself for it, but it would take a LOT for him to even consider it. like a lot. he wouldn't end it over text, he'd want to treat you first with dinner and maybe let you down easily, staying friends if it wasn't an absolutely horrible thing.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

you're gonna have to propose. he's a nervous wreck, scared of committing in case he messes it up. he has a lot of past trauma and baggage that he doesn't want to put on anyone, despite you telling him it's okay. once you're over the first part of your relationship and he's comfortable with casual affection, he'd 100% want to get married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he's very gentle. like you're fine china gentle. after he voided out and learned what he was capable of, he was scared of himself for so long and would hate himself if he was even a little rough with you. emotionally, too, he's very hesitant to share his feelings and emotions, he's very much a push over and easily manipulated.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

when the thunderbolts defeat the void with the power of friendship. send post. yes, he likes hugs. yes, he initiates them often and he is very soft and warm, he runs hot.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he says it platonically, so he's fast to say it with his partner. his friends are very close to him and he truly does love them all.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

bob doesn't get jealous, he just gets really sad. he needs the reassurance. if you're touchy with a stranger, he's stuck in his head and thinking that he's not doing good enough for you, or he doesn't satisfy you enough.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

he loves forehead kisses but regular chaste kisses on the lips are great too, makes him flustered when you pepper them all over his face. he wasn't so experienced when he kissed you at first since he's never had time for anything romantically charged, but he gets it quickly!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he likes children, he's good with them, but they make him uncomfortable when he's babysitting or have to be around them a lot. he hates children in restaurants.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are slow. he gets out of bed late, slips out quietly and reads a book with a mug of tea. very calm, very nice.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are also slow, very relaxed and sweet. he likes to cuddle in bed and is very touchy when he's tired, his hands glued to your hips or waist. the physical contact helps him feel like everything is real.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he does it very slowly and needs to be prompted. he works through things with his therapist, helping him with his memory issues. those would be a big hurdle in getting to know much about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he gets angry and sad at the same time. like the shaking with tears. if he's being annoyed nonstop he will cry, but if something's happening to his friends and he can't do anything about it. boom. void.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he tries his best, bless him, he's not the best with remembering things. he knows your full name, birthday, but that's pretty much it. unless there's something big about you that's similar to him, he's already forgetting it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

he loves the little things but his absolute favourite moment is when he was trying to bake cupcakes for you because you told him you liked them, and absolutely making a mess of the kitchen. you caught him in the act and helped him clean up the mess. the look on your face when he told you he's done this for you is burned into his retinas. he loves your smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

bob's protective in his own way. he's always got his eyes on you whenever he's concerned or worried, and if you're out of sight he'll text every 30 minutes or so to check up on you. he's not too bothered with being protected, he knows he's safe and he wouldn't purposefully put himself in danger again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he sets reminders on his calendar for things like these, and yes he absolutely goes all out. he likes to be romantic. he wants to give you everything he's got. it's really sweet. everyday tasks are really all he has, so yes he goes above and beyond for these too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he picks and bites his nails. it's a habit he's had since he was small and he has no interest in trying to stop, so his nails are always short. he also still gets withdrawals from meth so he scratches at his arms or tugs on his hair when he's feeling them and hides it from you because he's ashamed.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he's not too concerned. he's looked much much worse than he ever will again so he's just happy to be healthy again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. once you're in a relationship with him you are a part of him. his arms feel empty when you're not there and his heart aches when he's not with you. he's clingy and it's sweet.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he's very specific with his hair. he likes it cut a certain way and he doesn't like getting it dyed (he only did it because valentina really wanted him to).

he loves fidget toys.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

drugs, alcohol, anything with an addictive nature. it scares him. otherwise he can adapt, he's happy to take what he can get, and he loves you too much for something to get in the way of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he doesn't sleep much. a lot of the time he lays awake and still, it's quite creepy when you wake up and he's just staring at you wide-eyed. he sleeps more when the sun's out than when it's dark because he doesn't feel safe when it's dark.

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From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Soo... you coming?

Yeah, yeah, I know what you want to answer me. "I don't like crowded places". You're lucky I'm a genius.

If we can't go to the cinema, we can celebrate Joe Wright's 2005 Pride and Prejudice aniversary at my place!

I got the movie on DVD. I know we could watch it directly on TV, but this way it feels more real, you know? With the 2005 vibe and everything. And I already bought like a lot, lot, LOT of popcorns. All flavors imaginable. So, you have to come now, unless you want me to die trying to eat all these popcorns by myself.

You better be at my door at seven, Todd.

(Please, come.)

(...)

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Re: Soo... you coming?

You're terrible. But sweet. Let's leave it at adorably terrible.

Give me five minutes to get there.

(You didn't have to do all that for me. But I appreciate it. Thank you.)

J

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: New recipe

Alfred revealed to me the recipe of the brownies that you loved so much. I'm cooking them right now. If you get here quickly, you could be the tester.

And again, thank you for the other night. I had a great time. We should do it again. Chicken run turns 25 this year, if you need inspiration for the next movie.

J

P.S. Don't. Make. Jokes. About. The. Apron.

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Re: New recipe

[jason todd on a ripped batman apron.jpg]

Muehehehe

(...)

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Delete the pictures.

You have 30 minutes to delete them. Don't ask me what will happen if you don't.

J

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Mission Accomplished

Okay, okay, I deleted them. The only thing left of those pic is the one I printed and framed. I have it in a safe, so no one will be able to see it (unless they know my birthday).

Tho I must warn you someone may have hacked my phone before I got to delete them. I think so because an unknown number sent me a paypal payment and told me to get more pictures. Creepy.

Don't worry, I won't take more pictures. I am the only one that deserves to see that side of you ;)

(...)

P.S. You up for movie night tomorrow?

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Re: Mission Accomplished

I'm taking the food, there are some brownies left. I can make something else if you want. Maybe I can cook dinner before we watch the movie? Alf handed me another recipe, I could try it with you.

I'm taking an apron. Black. No pictures.

J

From: Jason Todd

To: Tim Drake

Subject: You're dead

Prepare your last words.

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Re: Re: Mission Accomplished

Awesome! I really love it when you go full Gordon Ramsey, like really, your cooking skills never fail to surprise me. Sometimes I think about kidnapping you so you cook for me everyday, but I back off when I remember you hide guns in the toaster.

Oooh I searched through my dad's old DVD's collection and I have a full list of films that we HAVE TO watch! Not gonna lie, the options could be better - but I want to keep the DVD thing. It's like our thing <3

[top best films to watch with jay - millenial dad edition.pdf]

We could do a Final destination marathon. I think another one is coming out this year so the timing is perfect!

(I know, no crowded rooms. I'll just get it somehow, don't worry.)

See you tomorrow, Todd :)

(...)

From: Tim Drake

To: (...)

Subject: Calm your dog

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry for hacking your phone. I was curious about who was Jason talking to through e-mails in this day and age. The picture was there and I couldn't let it go, yk? Now, I would appreciate if you talked with him to calm him down. I'm afraid his threat may not be as light as I thought it was.

Please, be quick. I think I'm hearing things in my appartment.

T. D.

[milatiny-xx]

the day you ruined me | k.hj

pairing: kim hongjoong x gn!reader summary: while heading home from work one night, you run into your ex, hongjoong, and all the terrible memories of your painful breakup flash before your eyes. but hongjoong isn't ready to let you go so easily. tags: ex!hongjoong, mild hurt/comfort, make outttt, PDA, caught in the rain trope wc: 3.1k a/n: help why can't i write anything ateez without making them HOR NEE??? also tell me why every time i read HJ's name i hear it in my head as "hongjoong-ahhh" like how wooyoung said it all creepy in that one salary lupin episode?? why is it so funny to me x

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Thanking the cashier, you take the to-go bag from her and drop a couple of coins into the tip jar before heading outside. The temperature has dropped a little and the clouds are starting to roll in overhead.

Great. Rain. Just your luck after a long, hard day at the office. You just want to go home, eat dinner, and watch your drama without being interrupted for two whole hours.

Your stomach grumbles as you walk down the familiar Seoul streets toward your apartment building. Opening up the paper bag, you fish for a piece of bread that you can eat on your walk. Your frustration grows as your fingers dig around in the bag without finding what you're searching for. Clicking your tongue, you peer down into it to see better.

You slam into something solid and stumble back a step, accidentally dropping your food on the ground.

"Ohhhh," you whine.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," a voice sounds—clearly the source of whoever you bumped into. "That was completely my fault."

You crouch down to grab your food, your fingers knocking against the stranger's. You lift your head to tell the stranger that you got it covered. But, you gasp as you meet his gaze.

No, it can't be...

"J-Joongie?" you mutter, eyes wide.

His eyebrows raise, a slight smile tugging at his cheeks.

"Y/N?" he replies, laughing sweetly.

You almost smile back, the urge tightening in your chest. But you see your reflection through his dark eyes and suddenly everything comes back to you. You press your lips into a tight line, dropping your gaze and hurrying to pick up your bag. You stand with every intention of brushing past him before he can protest, but he follows your movements.

"Ah, it's really you! Wow, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you," he says, that stupid handsome smile still plastered on his face.

"Yeah, uh...it's been a while."

"It has. Almost eight months."

You notice the way the corners of his mouth twitch, his smile faltering for the briefest of moments. You have always been able to see past Hoongjoong's mask better than others.

"So, uh, how have you been?" he continues.

You clench your jaw, skin itching for an escape route.

"Fine. Busy. How are you doing?"

"Good. Busy, too. But good. ATEEZ is doing really well."

"Yeah, I saw you performed at Coachella. That's...big."

"Yeah, yeah it was amazing. We feel very lucky to have gotten to do it."

Awkward silence settles between you. Your eyes lock onto everything around you aside from his gaze. You wait a couple more seconds before clearing your throat.

"Well, I should get going. I'd like to beat this storm home. It was nice to see you...Hongjoong."

Your heart aches at the pang of hurt that flashes across Hongjoong's face at your use of his full name. But he recovers quickly.

"No, of course. Sorry again for bumping into you. I should pay more attention to where I'm walking. I'll see you around?"

You smile tightly at him and respectfully bow your head, a traditional honorific gesture that you haven't done to Joongie in ages. It feels a bit strange and stilted, especially considering how comfortable and casual you had been when you were dating.

Memories breeze through your mind—him bringing you coffee in the mornings, him wrapping his arms around your waist while you cooked, the way he pet your hair while you slept at night, that thing he did with his teeth on your neck...

You shake your head.

You step to his side to pass him, squeezing your eyes shut in relief as you leave him and all those painful memories behind once again.

"Ah, hey, Y/N." You wince, pausing to glance over your shoulder at him. "Would you...do you want to maybe get something to eat?"

You blink blankly, holding up the bag of food.

"I...already have food, actually. But thank you. I appreciate the invitation."

You go to turn away again but he blurts out, "Sure, well, I-I don't have to eat. I can just sit with you. An-and we could...you know, talk."

Your heart lurches, a dull aching ricocheting through your chest. You harden your jaw and will yourself to be strong and definitely not to cry. You heave a deep breath and shake your head.

"With all due respect, Hongjoong, I don't think we have anything to talk about. I think it would just be best if we pretended this never happened and go back to the way things were. I'm sorry."

With that, you clutch your to go bag and force yourself to walk. You need to get home now before you break down in the middle of the street.

"Okay," your head snaps to the side as Hongjoong slides up beside you, "then I'll talk and you just listen."

"What? That's ridiculous. No."

"Why is it ridiculous? Look, I understand that you might not want to talk to me. Believe me, I get it. But I have some things that I'd really like to say to you."

You scoff and look at him incredulously.

"No, obviously you don't get it. If you got it, you wouldn't be suggesting any of this. I can't talk to you. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to listen either. If you have something to say, you should have said it to me that day in the park."

"I know. I know I should have. I just wasn't ready then. But I am now."

You skid to a stop, your face screwing up with emotion. Your heart pounds in your chest, so loud that it clogs your ears. The familiar sting of tears burns your eyes, but you blink them away.

"No," you hiss through gritted teeth. "No, you don't get to do this to me. You don't get to make me feel like this. You did it to me before, and you're doing it now."

"Doing what?" he asks. He steps closer, instinctively reaching out for your hands. His eyebrows knit, and his sweet brown eyes search yours frantically.

"Hurting me!" you shout. "After the park, I told myself that I would never, ever let someone make me feel the way you did that day. Do you have any idea how badly that hurt?"

His face screws up, eyes squeezing shut.

Thunder cracks in the distance, as if the sky itself knows how you feel inside. Rain drops start to spatter on the pavement.

"I know, I know I hurt you, but I-"

"You could write it on birthday cards to your mother, you could say it in the sign off of every vlog you ever made, you could sing it to ten thousand Atinys. But you couldn't say it to me?"

Your voice cracks as memories from that day in the park flow through you.

Two years. You'd been with Hongjoong for two whole years, in secret of course to protect both of your careers and families from the press. It was your anniversary, and you had agreed to meet in a secluded part of the park for a picnic. The weather was gorgeous, and you had spent all day cooking and baking a delicious feast for your man.

You got dressed up all nice and did your hair special for him. You had been waiting for him to say those little words everyone dreams of hearing from the love of their life—I love you. As you sat in the park under a cherry blossom tree, you could hardly contain your excitement.

Then, he was late. An hour late. You could forgive that. You understood that schedules sometimes ran behind. Being the leader of an up and coming k-pop group couldn't have been easy. But when he did finally show up, he was still in his clothes from the studio. He hadn't even bothered to fix his hair or dry off his sweat. He seemed rushed, he was on his phone for half the date, and those three little words were never even a whisper.

You couldn't take it anymore. You flipped over your plate, spilling food all over the blanket. Hongjoong had scolded you, sending you into a fit of rage. You yelled, he yelled, and the argument ended with you asking him if he even loved you. If he ever had. You could never understand the reason why he couldn't say it to you. But, in that moment, he was silent and that silence told you everything you needed to know. That was the last time you'd seen him.

A hot tear streaks down your face. You are way embarrassed to be crying in public. Momentarily forgetting about your food, you reach up to wipe the tears away. The to go bag hits the ground and tips over, some of your dinner falling out.

"Oh, shit..." you gasp, the tears welling up faster. You stare at the food helplessly. Hongjoong glances at you and then crouches, reaching to salvage what he could. The emotion hits you hard, making you curl your fingers into fists.

"Look what you did!" you shout. "Ruined my dinner, ruined my day, ruined my life. Ruined me for anyone else but you."

"Oh no, don't say that," he responds, dropping the food and standing up. His pleading eyes peer into yours. "Please don't say I ruined you."

"Well, you did! You spoiled everything, and I wish I had never met you!"

On cue, the clouds let loose. Rain starts to pour all around  you. Panicked and distraught, your eyes travel across the street and land on the park. Without a second thought, you take off running toward it. You can hear Hongjoong calling your name, but it only makes you run faster.

You sprint through the park, weaving this way and that way with no idea where you're actually going. You wind around a bend and stop. Out of breath, you prop yourself against the trunk of a tree. Even though the tree is blocking most of the rain, you're soaked through.

You cross your arms over your chest and curl up into a ball. Your head rests on your knees as you let yourself cry. Your entire body shakes from the combination of the cold rain and your pain. You have no idea how long you sit there under that tree, letting yourself feel all of the emotions that you've shoved down from before.

"Y/N! Ah, thank God."

You curl tighter at the sound of Hongjoong's voice. Did you want him to come after you? You aren't sure...

"I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you," he continues, coming to crouch down next to you. "Are you okay? Ach, you're freezing, and you're soaked to the bone. Come on, get up. We need to get you inside before you catch a cold."

His hands slide around your body, but you shove him away. He stumbles back for a moment, pressing his lips into a tight line. He gives you a second before he tries again. You push him away, thumping your fist against his chest.

"Stop," you whine. "I don't want you to help me. Just leave me alone. Why can't you just leave me alone? Even when you're not here, I see you all over the place. Stupid ATEEZ. I see you on tv, magazine stands, billboards. I'm so sick of your stupid face. Why does it still hurt so bad?"

You can feel him staring at you. After several moments, he reaches forward toward your head. Your hands instinctively come up to block him, and you glare at him.

"I'm just moving your hair out of your face, that's all," he says, tone quiet and calm. You hesitate but lower your hands, allowing him to rake his fingers through your roots, pushing your hair from your forehead. When finished, he lifts his hands to show you he's harmless. "There, see."

Most of your anger melts at his softness.

"I'm sorry," he says, looking directly into your eyes. "I know I can never say it enough, but I am sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't say it. I'm sorry that I never did. I'm sorry I didn't show it. You do know that don't you?"

Of course, you do. When he's serious, Hongjoong's eyes are focused and unwavering. He looks at you, and he barely blinks. You nod.

"Can I touch you?"

You know you should say no. But your body moves before you can control it. You nod again. A moment of relief washes over his face, and he kneels by your side. His palm slides onto your cheek. You track his eyes as his gaze follows his hand's movements. He tucks your hair behind your ear, petting it like he used to every night. His eyes flick to yours.

"I love you," he says, voice firm and even. He accentuates every word.

Your eyes widen, mouth trembling.

"What?"

"I love you."

"I...thought you couldn't say it."

He chuckles bitterly.

"Of course, I can say it."

"But do you mean it?"

"I do. I love you," he repeats, looking at you with those determined eyes. "I always have."

"Then why didn't you say it before?"

"I was afraid. I've never felt about anyone the way I do about you. It was starting to scare me. If you didn't love me back, I...I didn't know what I would do without you. I was going to say it, that day. I really was, but then everything just got so messed up. I was so busy with ATEEZ, and I was stressed out of my mind. I wanted to do it right, to make it special. And I didn't think I could then. So, I didn't and then screwed everything up anyway. Like I always do."

"No," you say, raising your fingers to his jaw. His skin is frozen and water drips from his hair, rolling down his forehead and off the tip of his nose. "You don't screw everything up. You're stronger than you think, Joongie. You've always been a leader. And I know I wasn't good at supporting you and understanding but-"

"No, no you were wonderful. You were everything that I needed. I was the problem. Even if I didn't feel like I could say it, I still should have shown it. And I wasn't. I wasn't showing you. But I want to now."

His thumb slides across your cheek, back and forth, back and forth.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Hongjoong says softly. "But I need you to help me now."

"Help you what?" you whisper.

"Help me show you, prove to you how much I love you. What can I do? Tell me, and I'll do it for you."

"Stay with me. Stay and be honest. Be here when it's hard — not just when it's easy. Talk to me. Hold me. Touch me. Just...just be with me when you can. And when you can't, tell me that."

He releases a sigh, nodding resolutely. He offers a small smile and angles his head like an affectionate puppy.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Are you sure? Because if you don't want to, we can jus-"

"Yes. I'm positive."

He smiles, raising his lips to your forehead. He places a gentle peck there before pulling back to look at you.

"Come on," he continues. "Let's get you out of this rain."

He stands and holds his hands out for you to take. You accept them, and he helps you up. You expect him to release your hands but his grip tightens instead. Your eyes widen.

"Actually..." His eyes flick to your lips and then back up to your eyes. "I can do part of what I promised right now."

"Hm?"

He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, stepping forward. You gasp as his body pushes you against the tree behind you. Slightly panicked, you glance around to look for people who might be able to see you. You seem to be alone right now but anybody could walk past and snap a scandalous photo.

"Hongjoong, we're in public," you say frantically.

His fingers attach to your jaw, turning you to face him. You go limp under his heated gaze. He angles your face up, smirking devilishly.

"And? Didn't I just promise to show you how much I love you? And didn't you ask me to touch you?"

"Well...yes, but..." you reply sheepishly, feeling your face heat despite the cold rain.

He leans down, his lips brushing against yours. Your breath hitches, and you close your eyes.

"Then let me show you," he whispers, his warm breath ghosting over your mouth.

Your lips part in anticipation, your body seeming to remember the way your Joongie always touched you so nicely. The second you feel the pressure of his mouth on yours, you relax. Your fingers claw at his shirt, wet and cold, grabbing onto the fabric by his hips. His hand snakes around the back of your head, and his face tilts to deepen the kiss.

The weight of his body feels so good on top of yours as it pins you back against the tree. He moves his free hand to brace himself on the trunk, his arm straightened next to your head. His tongue traces your lower lip, and you immediately open for him. You moan quietly onto his mouth at the feeling of his tongue tangling with yours. Rainwater from your hair and faces drips across your mouths, sweetening the kiss and making it more slippery than normal.

God, you've missed this...him.

A crack of thunder sounds, reminding you that you're outside in the middle of a thunderstorm. You gently tap his chest. Hongjoong pulls away, eyes flashing open in concern. Your heart races in your chest.

"How about you come back with me? To my place?" you suggest breathlessly.

His eyes widen, his head bobbing forward to do a double-take.

"Really? Now?"

You peek at his lips, red and already a little swollen. You release his shirt, sliding your palms onto his torso. You can feel his muscles through the wet shirt, clinging for dear life onto his form.

"Now," you confirm. "And, um...how about you do that thing with your teeth that I like?"

His eyes sparkle, a smirk tugging at his mouth. He nods enthusiastically.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanna do that. I wanna do that now. But first," he cups your face with both of his hands, looking adoringly into your eyes, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

You smile. It feels full circle, so fitting that it should happen in the park. A year ago you were sobbing and breaking up, vowing to never set eyes on Kim Hongjoong again. Now, all you want to do is stare into his eyes while he says those three words, over and over and over again.

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[stevesgother]

i adore chalkboard hearts! could i see steve and reader explaining to abby shes gunna be a big sister 🥰

here is this for you darling <3 thank you so much for reading steve harrington x fem!reader

"Mommy?" Abbey asks as she mindlessly roots through the bathroom drawers, looking for nothing in particular, "What is this thing?"

You barely spare a glance from where you're applying your makeup in the mirror above the sink. Ever since the wedding, Abbey has made it her life's mission to never not be right next to you. 'Misdirected jealousy', your mom had told you. It didn't matter what you were doing: cooking dinner, folding laundry-- bathing, for Christ's sake-- Abbey would be there.

That's why you don't register that your daughter is holding your clean, but used nonetheless, pregnancy test. But Steve does, when he pokes his head around the door to check in on the two of you.

"Hey, you almost--oh-- Abbey don't touch that!" He says, all in one panicked breath.

You finally chance a look at what she's holding, immediately understanding Steve's reaction. Without another thought, you quickly snatch it from her innocent hands.

Abbey's still looking up at you inquisitively. She did ask you a question, after all.

"Oh, this? This is-- uhm, it's a, uhm--"

"It's a thermometer!" Steve saves.

"Then why can't I touch it?" She pushes further. You should've known better than to think she would drop it that easily.

"Steve checked my temperature with it a couple of weeks ago, so now it has all my sick germs on it." Both you and Steve make sour faces to really sell it, though you can't see his from where he's perched behind you.

"Hey, Ab," Steve prompts, "I have something really important I need your help with,"

Her ears perk instantly, "Yeah?"

"I need you to go into the kitchen and get some things out to make sandwiches while I talk to your mom, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Uh-huh!" She beams, Steve's request appealing to her newfound craving for independence.

"I don't know," Steve lilts playfully, "You sure you're up for it?"

You're forever in awe at how he manages to make the most mundane tasks feel like an impossible mission; how he turns everything into a game. You'd kill to be a fly on the wall of his classroom all day, content to watch him perfectly in his element.

"Yes! I am!" Abbey giggles as she tries to weasel by Steve where he stands blocking the doorway. He lets her think she overpowered him when his legs finally give way to her freedom from the bathroom.

Steve takes one more glance over his shoulder, "We need to tell her," he says in a hushed sort of tone.

"I know," you pinch the bridge of your nose, "It's just, what if--"

"Nothing's going to happen, sweetheart." He reassures you with two strong arms wrapped around your waist, "The doctor said the ultrasound looked great, and you're not a high-risk pregnancy. You said you had no complications with Abbey, right?"

"Right, but--"

"No 'but's I'm not gonna let anything happen to you-- either of you. You know that." Steve guides your head to nestle in the crook of his neck, enough so that you can't see that he's scared, too.

"She's going to find out eventually," he reminds you.

"You're right," you sigh.

"Per usual." You pinch his side in retaliation, making him yelp.

"Let's have lunch, then we'll tell her?" You ask, lifting you head from the safety of his chest.

"If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do.

--

You don't work up the courage to speak until Abbey's halfway through her PB&J, but Steve picks up the slack for you. He's perfect like that.

"Abbey, babe-- there's something Steve and I want to talk to you about," you tell her, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, but your voice still wobbles slightly with nerves.

Both of them turn to face you then, Abbey's mouth full and Steve sending you a look that says You've got it, I'm here.

God, you don't even know where to begin.

"Do you remember-- right before we had that big party where mommy and Steve got married-- when I got sick during dinner time?"

Abbey nods, idly licking jelly off of her tiny fingers; waiting for you to continue.

"Well... I thought it was just because Steve's burgers tasted yucky--" She giggles and Steve lightly kicks your foot under the table, "Really, it was because I have a baby in my belly, and the baby was making me feel sick."

You can practically see the gears turning in her head; she's certainly old enough to understand what it means to be pregnant, but maybe not quite the logistics of it yet.

Both you and Steve wait with bated breaths to see how she'll react. You're bracing for the worst, but all she asks is, "Is the baby still in there now?"

You have to stifle a laugh, not wanting her to feel silly for asking questions, "Yes, it is. That means you're gonna have a little brother or sister,"

She takes another bite of her sandwich, mostly indifferent. You don't know what you were expecting, but this nonchalance was probably the last thing.

Steve decides to take the reins for a moment, hoping to coax a little more of a reaction out of her, "How does that sound?" He asks, shaking her shoulders playfully.

"Good, but-- will we still be able to go to the park?"

Maybe you had been totally overthinking this, "Of course," you tell her, "And the baby can come, too!"

"Does the baby have to come?" She asks, just the slightest bit of whine in her tone, resting her tired head in the propped-up palm of her hand.

"Not always," Steve chimes in, "You'll still get plenty of time with us without the baby, too. We don't want you to worry about that, okay?"

She nods, "Okay," sipping her chocolate milk casually from its straw. "Can we go play on the swings after I'm done?"

"Uhm, yeah, I think we can manage that," Steve smiles at Abbey first but looks to you like 'That's it?'. You only shrug in response.

--

"Did we totally butcher that?" You ask Steve later that night from where you lay waiting for him in your shared bed.

He answers you with his toothbrush hanging haphazardly out of his mouth; making eye contact through the bathroom mirror, "No, honey-- I think kids are just like that sometimes."

You groan, "I feel like a bad mom..."

"Hey," he spits into the sink, wiping his mouth on the nearest hand towel, "None of that, okay? You're a fantastic mom."

Even from across the room, Steve can sense your slurry of racing thoughts. Ones of insecurity and worry for the future of your family-- of your daughter, whom you'd swore would always be your greatest priority.

He makes his way to the edge of the bed where you're curled in on yourself, "It's not just you anymore, love," his hands brush a stray tear you hadn't even realized has fallen.

"What if she feels like-- I don't know, what if she feels like I'm replacing her?"

"Listen to me, I promise you-- Abbey is never going to question whether or not you love her." Steve's hand moves from your face to land gently on your belly, "And neither will she,"

You breathe a teary chuckle, "You seem awfully convinced it's a girl,"

"Yeah, well-- call it father's intuition."

Hearing him refer to himself as a father sends butterflies erupting in your belly, "Thank you, Stevie."

"Hey, I'm serious. Everything's gonna work itself out, alright? Ab just needs a little time to warm up." You nod in agreement, "I'm tellin' ya, once we start getting those cute little baby pajama things-- she's gonna be pumped."

You laugh at his unsuccessful search for the word 'onesie', but you don't correct him. You know he's right, and even if he's not, you're sure now more than ever that there's not a thing in this world you can't conquer together.

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[mainstreamangel]

STYLE

P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had constant flings with Paige. When you two split up for college you never talked to her again. You visit a friend’s basketball game and this gives Paige a second chance to walk back into your life.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warning(s): 2025 UCONN team is still together and everyone is kinda the same age but younger?? Idk. + Nika, not a warning but reader attends Aburn University and majors in aerospace engineering, inaccurate aerospace engineering terms/related things. Suggestive perhaps. Reader has some mad skills even if she's kinda short sorry! (Sorry that the height isn't general), Reader is literally league material /j kinda.

WC: 2.5k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

"I fucking hate you." You say as you take a couple strides and plant your lips firmly on hers.

That night you took the time to catch up with Paige. You weren't going to let her in easily but it was nice to have the closure. You both agreed to start again but take a different approach on your relationship.

No more hookups. No more flings.

"So... aerospace engineering huh?" Paige asked, sipping on a glass of water.

"Yeah, I just didn't really know what I wanted to do but I knew I wanted to either do something with teaching or engineering. Looking into the future, educators don't get paid very well so I decided to look into engineering." You said.

You two were sitting on your small hotel couch, sitting on opposite ends. The distance felt weird but both of you were too afraid to say anything.

"What made you pick aerospace engineering?"

"I literally looked at potential engineering majors and I thought aerospace was a cool term. That's kinda it."

"You certainly are something."

You smiled and looked down at your phone. A text from Nika came through.

did paige resp 2 u yet??

yes and no

wym

she didnt respond but she showed up at my room

oh did u 2 fight again

we kinda did the opposite

ok stop getting freaky bro

im not

i lit wanted 2 make sure u were ok and ur telling me u two fucked was it like a hate sex situation

we did nhot fuck

oh

You smiled and closed your phone. Paige's lips frowned, she wasn't sure why she was feeling a certain way. The way that made her stomach churn. She knew she had no right to be jealous, it was all too fast to return to the way you two were. Paige couldn't help it though, the way that she didn't want to wait to get back to the closeness you once had.

"What?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing." You smiled and looked at her.

"Alright." She looked down.

"Uh were you planning on staying long? Cause if you were we can order take out. Or i can cook whatever you prefer."

She wanted to, wanted to catch up and whatever. But it felt like an intrusion, perhaps too early to stay so long. That's what the old Paige had the privilege to do.

"Nah, I should get going. Thanks though." She stood up.

"Oh, alright. I'll walk you out."

It was a short distance from the couch to the door and it hurt both of you.

"Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for hearing me out." Paige turned to look at you.

You two stood there kind of awkwardly before she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, your shoulders dropping at the relaxing gesture.

"Goodnight, Auburn."

"You know my name you know, UCONN. But goodnight."

You both smiled and Paige opened the door. She walked out into the hallway and continued to the elevators. You shut the door behind her and let out a deep sigh.

Sure you missed her and you were super happy that you two could start over. But you were worried that even though you had agreed to go slow, you wouldn't be patient enough to get back to her.

You knew the old Paige was gone, she had grown and matured. She's changed and so have you.

You take your phone out of your pocket and order DoorDash. You were in the mood for something simple so you ordered your food and texted Nika.

u busy

no why paige is back btw

ik she left

really wouldnt have guessed

wtv

whats up what do u need

nothing js bored i cant do anything during the night here

game is in 2 days

ya

u should totally join us in the training facility tmr were js gonna play a few games no actual practice

idk how 2 play basketball

didnt paige teachu

howd u know

she told us

ofc she did

said u played when u were younger and had potentialf or the league

shes not srs i lit cannot shoot to save my life

well see

You shake your head and open Paige's contact.

did u tell nika that i can play

play what

basketball idiot

oh no

she said u did

acc iprob did and idnont rememer

bro spell

no why r u joining us tmr

she invited me

u should come

perhaps

u should come see me

still full of urself i see

only when it comes 2 u

You heart her message and hear a knock on the door. Opening it, a DoorDash delivery person stands in front of you. Swiftly, you take your food and give a tip before shutting the door.

You almost moan at the smell and rip it open, digging into your food. It was nice being somewhere away from home or school but you did miss both of those.

Bringing the food over, you turn on the tv and surf until you land on some crappy home reality show. Your phone pings again and its another text from Nika. This time it's a link to an article.

Paige Bueckers and Her Hotel Sweetheart

That was the headline. You scroll a bit skimming through the article. Apparently someone caught a picture of Paige coming into your hotel room and the person somehow knew it wasn't her own room.

Paige's contact photo popped up on the banner.

u saw the article? sry i thought no one was around

its ok idm

itll simmer down trust

ok

You didn't give her much to work with, you didn't really care if they thought you two were something. Because the important thing was that the people closest to you knew the truth.

Finishing your dinner you decide to get ready for bed. Putting on your favourite playlist and doing all your nightly activities before crawling into the semi-soft sheets.

You didn't really bother scrolling on your phone like you normally do when you're winding down. Too tired from today's activities, so you plug in your phone and turn off the nearby lamp.

The next morning, the early light attempted to peek through the blackout curtains. Naturally waking up you sit up and yawn. Sleep fatigue had caught you for a brief moment and you stood up carefully, padding over to open the curtain.

You smiled. The scenery was breath taking. The stunning grey pavement loaded with a bunch of colourful cars. The fucking parking lot was your view.

You grab your phone and open it seeing a few notifications but nothing important. Today you decided you were going to take up Nika's offer and join them at the facility.

im acc gonna join u

ok meet me there in half

ok

You got ready for the day, pulling your hair back into your signature ponytail with a tiny braid tied into it.

You didn't pack a bunch of athletic clothing but you did pack a pair of shorts and a thin tee. It wasn't the most flattering fit you've ever worn but you make do.

You called for an uber and waited out in the lobby until then.

A sleek black SUV pulled up and you got in the backseat. You knew never to sit in the front unless absolutely necessary. You treated the front seat as only being taken if you're close to the driver. Which you're not so you opt for the back.

"Hi." The driver says as they wait for you to buckle up.

"Hey, the UCONN training facility."

They nod and start driving.

You get there a bit before the time and see Nika just pulling up.

"Hey Nika."

"Hey, ready to go?" She asked, her hair tied back.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't really pack anything athletic."

"Oh well you can borrow an extra jersey if you'd like." She says in her own jersey. Usually they don't wear them if its not game day or practice but the flexibility of the jersey created a way for fast paced movement and lightness.

"Oh, if you have an extra one that would be good."

"Sure, come on." She scanned her ID and held the door for you.

"Thanks."

She led you to the court and to the locker room. It was empty, the faint humming of the building's machinery sending soft soundwaves to your ears.

"Uh, I'm sure there's one around here." Nika put her stuff down and searched until she grabbed a white piece of fabric.

"It might be a bit big but it'll do for now. We can even match!" She smiled.

"Don't all jerseys match?"

"I mean yeah but it'll be like you're officially on the team."

"I don't know if I deserve to wear it then, I'm not very good."

"Oh shush, I'm sure you're being very modest."

You slip off your shirt showing off your black Nike sports bra and slip the jersey on. It was light and flexible just how you thought it would be.

"You know, back in high school I had a crush on this one girl who had a number 5 jersey." You smirked a bit showing Nika how the jersey was literally double your size.

"Was it Paige?"

Your smile faltered.

"No actually."

Nika gave you a surprised look but she didn't buy it.

"Huh, didn't know you were capable of loving." She joked.

You lightly hit her. You were unaware of who's jersey you were wearing, the name shown off on the back. The blue lettering bold, UCONN 5 on the very front.

Nika smirked when she saw who's jersey she had fished out. She opted to not say anything and led you to the court. No one had arrived yet and Nika said it was just cause she wanted to have some fun with you before the others did.

"Alright you know how to properly use a basketball right?" She said tossing you one.

"Yeah, P taught me."

"Oh, we're back to calling her P, huh?" Nika smiled.

"Shut up. Paige taught me."

You dribbled a bit before bending a bit, feeling the rhythm of the ball. Tossing the ball towards the net, your wrist bent for an accurate follow through, the ball goes into the net with a slight whoosh. You made a basket from the free throw line.

"Damn, usually people who don't play don't really get a basket on their first go."

"This isn't my first time playing, thought P said that."

"I meant in a while."

You smiled and passed her the ball. She made an easy basket again from the free throw line. You two played a bit with the ball until the doors open and a few of Nika's team comes in, in their jerseys.

"Nika, hey!" Azzi calls.

You both greet the girls and Kaitlyn smirks. Her eyes crinkle at the corner.

"You look official in that jersey."

"Nika lent it for today."

"You sure it was Nika?" She hinted looking at the back lettering.

You give her a confused look and Nika ushers them into the locker room.

"What was that about?" You asked making another basket.

"Dunno." She smiled.

"You're a terrible liar."

"Just, you'll see." She catches the ball from you.

The girls come out and you all start playing a bit of actual basketball, they went easy on you and you appreciate it. They took this time to work on actual casual fun instead of perfecting every little mistake and pushing themselves to be perfect.

Finally, a 6'0 familiar girl turns up.

"Sorry I'm late." She says, not looking up from her phone.

"There she is!" KK runs over and tackles Paige.

You laugh at the two before looking over at Nika. She's giving you a knowing look and you shake your head. It wasn't awkward that she was here, no. You were actually kind of happy. You missed being around Paige and playing basketball with her like the old days.

KK eventually got off Paige and she looked at her team. Her eyes land on your figure, your back was turned to her but she could spot you in a crowd if she had to.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.

Your figure had caught her off guard sure, but ironically the guard had caught something bigger. The large BUECKERS in blue had stood out the most. Where had you gotten her jersey?

"You're staring." Sarah said nonchalantly.

Paige turned to her. "Where'd she get that?"

"Nika said she fished it out and lent it to her for the day. You got a problem with it?" She smiled, knowingly.

"Uh, no." Paige mumbled.

She watched as you talked, your lips moving as every syllable escaped from your mouth.

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like.

Finally, you noticed her and walked up to her.

"Hey P."

She smiled at the nickname. Sure her friends, family called her the simple name but it was oddly different when you said it. It was like a secret only you two had but unfortunately it was pretty public.

"Hey, Auburn."

"Are you just going to call me that from now on? I have a name."

"Your university is fun to say what about it?"

"It's like you're allergic to using my name." You joke.

"I'm not, it's just more fun."

"Okay, I'll use your name to show you it's not scary to use someone's name."

"Alright."

"Paige Bueckers."

"Auburn."

You shook your head and hit her shoulder.

"Lovebirds, we have a game." Ice called.

You turn to look at her and smile. Looking down you avoided Paige so she couldn't see the blush that painted your cheeks.

"Your jersey looks good." She said promptly.

"Thanks, Nika lent it to me, and look! It's your old high school number." You smiled.

You remembered. Paige had thought it was sweet you still remembered her number.

"Yeah, carried it to college too."

You pause.

"Huh?"

"The 5? It's still my number."

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Your words get caught in your throat. You spin around to try and get a look at the name at the back and sure enough you catch the last few letters of Paige's last name. You look up and see Nika beaming at you.

You send her a glare her way and silently curse her out.

"I am so sorry. I can take it off if it's yours. I didn't know Nika gave me your jersey."

"It's alright, I already have mine on and plus it looks better on you anyways." She smiles and you smile back.

It takes you back to the days where you wore her jersey for high school matches and wore her apparel casually around the school. Everyone knew you two were basically best friends who were in denial but no one really said anything.

"Guys, come on." Kaitlyn whined.

You shake your head and head back onto the court. Paige headed into the locker room for a brief moment and then joined your guys' game. Her position filled, doing what she did best.

You had a lot of fun and especially had the most fun with Paige. Unbeknownst to you and the girls, the school's media team had come in and snapped a few shots of the team, you being in the shots as well.

You wouldn't have known it then but the amount of headlines and speculations that would stir from a few pictures would cause your whole world to flip.

'Cause we never go out of style. We never go out of style.

@niya500 / @lol-12n / @atditsitzjt

[sunnyferr]

Hi! I would like to request the letter J for your One Piece Event. I was hoping that it could be for Zoro.

I don’t know if you also wanted like a type of plot idea for it but if you do I was thinking that maybe reader and Zoro would make a pact that whenever they need to ‘destress’ they would come to each other for help. Thanks!!

your wish is my command! (I have to be honest… I took a bit of creative license and also did a little “public sex” I hope you don't mind <3)

Zoro x F!Reader

MDNI MASTERLIST

W!: P In V! Creampie! Rude Sex! Zoro big dick!

You had wet hands, you shook them to get rid of the excess water, leaving the dry and clean dishes in their place. With the chores done, you thought about how you would use your remaining time in the day, you heard that the girls were going to have some chats with coffee at the aquarium, so you decided to leave the kitchen.

it was one of those sweltering hot days on the ship, so you were wearing a pair of shorts Nami gave you. The kind she hadn't used in a while and always said looked better on you than on her.

You felt a gaze behind you, mostly, between your legs. When you turned around, you saw Zoro, asleep (or so you thought) on the floor with his arms crossed. Not giving it importance, you turned around and left with the girls, unaware that someone was behind you.

As you reached the door, you felt a large, heavy hand on your mouth and waist, you let out a scream of fright, but the hand muffled the vibrations of your voice. You felt a panting breath on your ear, giving you small tickles.

"Are we going to train tonight?" That was the secret code they both had, the need in his voice was visible, the atmosphere felt heavy and humid, but you only nodded, even with your mouth covered.

He released you somewhat abruptly, and you looked back, and he was already leaving the room, it was impressive how hot this man could be, for some time now you had "friendly" encounters, where your skins connected, so you took a breath of air, and turned around, entering the aquarium where the girls were waiting for you.

In the very entertaining conversation, the afternoon passed, it was almost night, and Sanji's shout from the kitchen made them realize how late it was.

"Oh, the food, shall we go girls?" Said the orange-haired girl as she stood up and headed for the door, with Robin behind her.

"Shall we go, Y/N?" the taller one said, looking over her shoulder.

"Sure," the three girls headed towards the kitchen, talking along the way, until they arrived. The smell of food wafted through your nostrils, sensing that exquisite aroma that only Sanji could provide.

"Oh, my beautiful ladies! Take a seat and eat!" The blond cook automatically set the plates for the three of them, while they waited for the rest.

Zoro walked in, with his eyes on anything, but when he saw you, he flashed a small smile, sitting down next to you.

"Oh, how are you, moss-head?" you said in a playful tone, while eating your food. They always played these kinds of games, having little meaningless fights; they were very good friends.

"Mh… could be better," he said, receiving his plate of food from the grumpy cook.

Dinner went by normally, and you and Zoro talked a bit more that night, but you focused more of your attention on your captain and his foolishness, things like putting chopsticks in his nose and acting like the clown of the night.

When everyone was going to sleep, you crossed the kitchen door, and went to the railing of the ship, you leaned on it and took a deep breath, to suddenly feel large hands on your butt, pressing you to his chest.

You rested your head on what was his shoulder, letting out a small giggle.

"I was waiting for you Roronoa" you said with a smile on your face, feeling Zoro's heavy breath, "I thought you were going to pounce and eat me at dinner, you didn't take your eyes off me"

"Mhh, I didn't do it because everyone was there, and I didn't want that stupid cook to see you" he said brazenly, running his hands over your hips, reaching the button of your shorts, making a little effort to unbutton them and left them loose, but he didn't lower them, lowering his hand slowly under your panties, in search of your wetness.

A small moan escaped from your sweet mouth, but you still answered “Are you sure that's what stopped you?” You were right, if it were up to zoro, he would fuck you in front of the blond, to prove that it doesn't take a gentleman to fuck the prettiest girl.

“You know me” he said already hesitantly, running his hand along your wet and swollen slit for attention, running his rough fingers along your smooth pussy, giving a few rough movements, letting out breathless moans, his cheeks flushed.

You could feel Zoro's cock against your back, and how he rubbed desperately, leaving little moans in your ear. He pulled his wet hand out of your panties and pulled down your shorts in one go, with your panties too in the process, turning you around, kissing you very desperately, as if it was the last time he would see you for years.

You ran your hands over zoro's large, erect member, giving him a shiver down his back, filling his body with electric currents that made him feel even more desperate for your touch. A short time later you unbuttoned part of his kimono, also pulling down his pants, just enough to see his erect member and his swollen, veiny balls.

You grabbed him with both hands and jerked him off long enough for his cock to weep pre-seminal fluid. He grabbed you by the waist, and sat you on the railing, positioning himself in between your legs, brushing against your small entrance.

“Zoro…” you moaned his name as you felt the man's desperate tip search for your hole and fuck it desperately. When he found it, he entered slowly, aware of its monstrous size, but even so, he knew that when he entered your wet cavity, the gentleness was going to end, and he was going to fuck you something (VERY) hard.

As you reached your middle, you rolled your eyes, feeling that pain arching your back. Your confused mind, unable to process the pain with the exhilaration, made you enter an exquisite state of nirvana, squeezing your walls in search of movement.

Zoro without squealing, understood that this is the message to follow, and fuck you like an animal, so he went all the way in, and started to move a little, feeling your arms around his neck, scratching his back a little, while he babbled nonsense.

He got a little more confident, and started to give you a little harder gradually, feeling the curve of his cock touching that spongy skin of your pussy that made you spasm sharply.

As zoro moved harder, you could feel a little knot forming in your stomach, clenching your toes, feeling the man's brutality.

“Zoro! I-I'm going to cum!” that was the signal for him to start speeding up his onslaught, clashing wet skin and making sensual sounds in between, screaming your name in the process.

Zoro felt like he was about to cum too, feeling his heavy balls start to clench to release a big, unashamed spurt of cum. He loves to mark you, to leave you full of his honeys so that you will always be with him, in some form or another.

Between a few more thrusts, your knot was cut, letting out a scream to the sky, your walls contracted very hard, feeling your body relax in a state of peace, still letting stars run through the lids of your eyes.

But the brunette kept on thrusting, chasing his own orgasm, which was not for long. Zoro's mirror-white liquid spilled all over your pussy, leaving it filled to the brim.

Gasps could be heard from both sides, tired, zoro came out of your pussy a little slowly, and he pulled his semi-hard member into his pants, you were still in his arms, clinging to his neck. He pulled up your panties and kissed you on the forehead.

“I think it's time for us to go to sleep” you said still a little tired, but zoro gave a giggle.

“Don't you want to sleep with me on the couch?” he proposed.

To which you just smiled and agreed, while, still in his arms, he took you to sleep with him tonight.

Zoro could be sweet, even if he didn't look it.

[wooziorgans]

hear me out, woozi its definitely the type of man that would eat you out from behind while you are cooking or doing the dishes

— dishes

GODDDDD COOKED. yeah. yeah he would ur so right. n he’d do it as a thank you for taking care of him too!

also if he’s doing it from the back then i think he’d be heavy on the ass play too. he’d be groping you from behind mmmmm.

this rlly speaks to me ,,, spiritually,,, so here’s 1k words of him. yeah.

warnings: doing shit in the kitchen. i think manhandling. ass play, yeah that’s rlly it i think aside from ,,, getting eaten out.

Jihoon wraps his strong arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you scrub out the pot you used to make dinner. “Hi.” You giggle, water splashing onto your shirt as he catches you off guard.

“Hi, baby.” He mumbles, pushing his face into your neck. “Thank you for cooking tonight. Love you so much.” He seems almost drunk, with the way he’s mumbling and the sudden clinging to you. One of his arms undoes itself from your waist, moving behind your back to trace the waistband of your sweats with his fingers.

“I love you too, Hoonie. You doing okay?” You ask, placing the pot onto the drying rack.

You did have wine with your pasta, and your boyfriend’s a lightweight, but he’s not that much of a lightweight. Still, you can’t help but worry about his sudden shift in behaviour. It’s not unusual for Jihoon to be affectionate; he makes sure you know he loves you through physical affection when his words don’t seem like enough, but his speech is what sparks up your concern.

“‘M fine, love. You’re just so good to me, ‘n you’re so beautiful too.” His wandering hand slips down your sweats, resting on your ass. You rinse off the plates, placing them in the drying rack before you go to turn around and face him. Jihoon pushes his hips forwards to trap you against the counter. The water from the sink that had splashed onto the edge of the counter soaks into your shirt.

His hand squeezes your ass, whole palm enveloping your cheek. “Jihoon,” you hiss, hands gripping onto the edge of the counter.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but I’m so grateful for you. You take such good care of me. Let me thank you, baby.” Jihoon’s other hand slides around your waist to grip your ass with both hands. A soft gasp leaves your lips and it’s all you can manage at the moment. Jihoon takes it as a cue to move you away from the wet sink, knowing you’ll complain about the wet fabric of your shirt.

“J-Ji, the dishes—” He pushes you against the counter, palm flat against your back. Your cheek rests on the cold marble of the countertop. His hands move back to your sweats, pulling them down on one quick motion.

“I'll finish them for you later.” Jihoon detaches himself from your back, getting onto his knees as his hands massage your ass.

Something about your boyfriend on his knees for you drives you a little insane. His hand cracks down on the soft skin of your ass, his eyes intently focused on the way it recoils under his palm. He spreads you apart with both hands, a small moan leaving his lips as he sees the shine of your arousal glisten in the warm light of the kitchen.

“Fuck, baby, so wet for me already. You sure you didn’t spill any water while doing the dishes?” He chuckles deeply, finger sliding up and down your entrance.

“Fuck off,” You gasp, and any other retort you have to throw at him is lost when his tongue flattens against your core.

The warmth of his mouth almost sends you into shock as he teases your folds with his tongue, barely pushing it into you. He’s never eaten you out in this position before, and as his lips latch around your clit, nose pressing against your entrance, it’s so different it has your knees buckling.

Jihoon uses his hands to spread your ass apart, somehow supporting you as you start to fall apart.

“Taste so fucking sweet, baby. God, gonna eat you out like this all the time now. You look so pretty like this.” Jihoon’s never really vocal during sex, but something is different about this. The position he has you in requires him to praise you because of the view he has. He needs you to know how good you look, how sweet you taste, how much he needs you. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver up your spine.

Jihoon keeps massaging your ass as he sucks on your clit. He alternates between soft suction with his nose barely touching your skin, and harder suction where his nose is pressing into your folds, prodding your entrance.

He licks a long stripe up your core, nose brushing against your perineum, wetting the skin with your own arousal, and it’s not much but it’s enough to tip you over the edge. His thumb brushes over your asshole, spreading your slick over it, and it’s enough to have you coming undone on his tongue.

Jihoon keeps working you open on his mouth through your orgasm, pulling away once you’ve settled. “Fuck,” He hisses, slipping a finger into your entrance, “you’ve never cum from just oral before.” You can feel the smirk on his lips as he murmurs against your thigh.

He pumps his fingers in and out, tips brushing against your spot. “Gonna fuck you against the counter like this. Just gotta open you up for me.” He bites softly at the swell of your ass before adding another finger and pushing his tongue between his digits.

Your soft whimpers and moans motivate him, picking up at the intrusion of his tongue. He pumps both in and out, moaning softly at the taste of your previous release. When he’s satisfied, and feels your walls flutter around his fingers and tongue he keeps his pace steady, drinking in the low moan you let out as you come for a second time. Your knees buckle again and Jihoon palms your ass to keep you on your feet.

He pulls his fingers out, placing one last kiss over your entrance and another one on your ass before he stands up, slipping his sweats down to his ankles as he leans over your body. His mouth is right next to your ear as he whispers softly, “Gotta thank you properly for taking such good care of me,” as he rubs his tip against your entrance.