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summary: Tamaya tends to keep to herself, only opening up to her best friend. During a tumultuous time with her obsessive ex-boyfriend, Tre, who constantly disrupted her life and pulled her back in whenever it suited him, everything shifted when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Jey.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: depression, stalking, domestic violence, emotional abuse.

word count: 7.4k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tamaya

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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𝕺𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 🤍

As the weekend approached, Tamaya found herself on her lunch break, casually scrolling through her social media feed while enjoying her usual chicken salad. All week long, her best friend Sakshi had been incessantly chattering about her kiss with Jey at the club, and it was beginning to really irritate Tamaya.

Jey would reach out to her via FaceTime and send texts to see how she was holding up since their last encounter at the club. Although she noticed Tre's message, it filled her with fear; she was deeply concerned about Jey's safety and wanted nothing to jeopardize him.

As she enjoyed her lunch, a notification appeared on her screen, revealing a message from Jey. A smile spread across her face as she pondered when he would reach out to her. Setting her fork aside, she eagerly began to type a response.

ZaddyJey🤫💜 sent a message

|| ZaddyJey🤫💜: hey mamas

Maya🪬: heyyy pookie

ZaddyJey🤫💜: pookie? that’s new you having a good day today or what?

Maya🪬: yeah since you’re texting me

ZaddyJey🤫💜: hm glad I’m doing sum right but are you still coming to the cookout tonight?

Maya🪬: yeah I’ll come with Sakshi after work

ZaddyJey🤫💜: good I miss yo’ pretty ass already

Maya🪬: keep missing me then 💋

ZaddyJey🤫💜: very funny how’s work been?

Maya🪬: good just ready to go home honestly also I’m so sorry about Tre he’s a weirdo

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I was goin to ask you bout that is that yo’ ex or sum? He was talking hella reckless in them comments

Maya🪬: yeah…that’s my crazy ass ex boyfriend for ya 😓

ZaddyJey🤫💜: it’s all good baby I’m not trippin on that fool I’m more worried about you

Maya🪬: oh? Really?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: yeah I told you I’m tryna get to know you better mama

Maya🪬: better be careful tryna get to know me I could be more “dangerous”

ZaddyJey🤫💜: that’s fine mama I like em dangerous anyways 🤪

Maya🪬: you is a damn fool 😭

ZaddyJey🤫💜: only for you mamas

Maya🪬: mhm whatever boy you got any kids?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: yeah I do two of em one of them is in college down here in Atlanta and the other one is with me all the time

Maya🪬: you were married? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: we just wanted to be friends nothing personal and yes me and their mother are on good terms if you were curious.

Maya🪬: oh well that’s good

ZaddyJey🤫💜: hbu?

Maya🪬: no I don’t have any children I want some though I loveeee children

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I can provide that for you 🙃

Maya🪬: I’m finna block you

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I’m playing mamas I’m playing but nah I’m talking about you and dude.

Maya🪬: oh well that’s kinda personal ngl if I go too deep into it—it’ll just put me in a dark place

ZaddyJey🤫💜: it’s all good mamas you don’t gotta tell me

Maya🪬: all I can say is we dated for four years and I broke up with him

ZaddyJey🤫💜: mhm

Maya🪬: yeah, what time will the cookout start?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: around eight to nine ish

Maya🪬: aight I’ll be there around that time after work

ZaddyJey🤫💜: aight then mama I’ll see you later ❤️

Maya🪬: see you 🩷

Tamaya glanced at her Apple Watch and realized her lunch break had come to an end. She quickly set about tidying up, ensuring that the lunchroom was immaculate before she departed.

With a swift motion, she closed her lunch bag and returned it to the refrigerator. As she made her way to clock back in, her thoughts were consumed by Jey—he had occupied her mind all week after their chance encounter at the club just a few days prior.

At the same time, Jey had just finished an unfulfilling encounter with Seanna, though she seemed to have enjoyed it. Their brief affair began during a day off with his cousins, who decided to visit a strip club to watch the dancers perform on the pole. Upon entering, they settled onto a plush velvet sofa, engaging in lively conversation among themselves.

It was in that moment he caught sight of Seanna gracefully dancing on the pole, radiating confidence. When she noticed his gaze fixed on her, she flashed a playful smirk and blew him a kiss, igniting the spark of their brief romance. He began showering her with gifts and occasionally whisked her away on dates. However, as time passed, she grew increasingly at ease with him, while he found himself losing interest in her allure.

He was only attracted to her because she was a stripper and enjoyed their casual encounters. However, she began to feel entitled to his generosity, thinking they were in a relationship. As a result, she started to cling to him like a lost puppy, following him wherever he went.

Jey was unsettled by how things had unfolded. When he explained that their relationship was merely a casual affair, she refused to accept his words. He realized he couldn't pursue a relationship with someone like her—a stripper—knowing that neither of his parents would ever approve.

Whenever she called, he would turn a blind eye, and when she texted, he would leave her hanging on read. It wasn't that he intended to be disrespectful; he simply found her irritating. The only way he felt he could silence her was by giving in to physical intimacy.

Jey rose from the bed, slipping into his clothes but leaving his shirt off, as Seanna draped the cover over herself, admiring him.

“Where you going daddy?” Seanna asked.

Jey felt a wave of discomfort every time she used that name for him, yet he held his tongue, not wanting to ignite a conflict between them.

“I got to go out to get some stuff for this cookout.” A smile spread across his face as he noticed a text message from Tamaya appear on his screen.

Maya🪬 sent a message

|| Maya🪬: heyyy pookie should I bring something to the cookout yk I just wanted to contribute

Seanna observed a smile on his face, a rare sight in recent times, leaving her to ponder who might be the reason behind his newfound happiness.

ZaddyJey🤫💜: Hell yeah could you possibly bring some drinks and some food while I get the other stuff

Maya🪬: yeah sure I don’t mind

ZaddyJey🤫💜: get some mayonnaise too

Maya🪬: 🤨 nigga ew ya’ll like mayonnaise?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: mhmm we sure do in this family

Maya🪬: aight I’ll get it for a certain someone 😭

ZaddyJey🤫💜: whatchu wearing tonight?

Maya🪬: something I feel comfortable in why?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: you tryna match or what?

Maya🪬: what color?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: black

Maya🪬: I can find something in black

ZaddyJey🤫💜: good, you gonna wear them grills hm?

Maya🪬: how yk I got some grills?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: you have a pretty smile and they were noticeable

Maya🪬: why thank you sir, so what we twinning then?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: Hell yeah only if you want too

Maya🪬: I don’t mind

ZaddyJey🤫💜: aight imma head out to get the stuff for the cookout

Maya🪬: kk

Jey slipped his phone into his pocket as he made his way to the closet to grab a fresh shirt and a hoodie, but then Seanna spoke up.

“Who were you texting.” She questioned him.

Jey glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What difference does it make, Seanna? We're not a couple," he shot back, deliberately keeping his back to her.

“So you taking me on dates and shopping doesn’t mean we are dating?”

"Are you out of your mind? I've told you repeatedly that we're just a casual thing at the moment. I can't understand why you're still hanging around, Seanna." With that, Jey strode out of the bedroom, leaving Seanna stunned by his words.

She couldn't grasp why he was acting this way towards her. The fact that it was just a casual affair didn't bother her; she appreciated his gifts, the dinners they shared, and the passionate moments they enjoyed together. It all made her feel as though she had him completely under her spell.

Anyone who wanted Jey's focus had to step back, as he was hers and hers alone. She would make that clear tonight at the cookout.

Tamaya returned from the store, bringing back all the items Jey had asked for the cookout. As she entered the kitchen, she spotted her best friend gazing at the table piled high with groceries.

“Girl what’s all of this?” Sakshi asked.

“Food and drinks for the cookout that Jey wanted me to get.” Tamaya responded by putting the drinks in the refrigerator to chill, along with the food in the freezer.

“Cookout? Jey having a cookout and I was not informed of this?”

Tamaya sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips as she shot an exasperated glance at her best friend. “I literally told you this all week after you wouldn’t shut up about the kiss me and him shared.”

“And I won’t ever shut up about it like ever, but I had seen Tre trippin in yo’ comments.” Tamaya sighed deeply finishing up putting the rest of the groceries up in the fridge. “Girl don’t get me started with his ass I can’t stand him.”

“Have you heard from him since that happened?”

Tamaya sighed and shook her head as she scrolled through her social media, her chin resting on her hand. She wished fervently that he would disappear from her life completely, allowing her the happiness she craved. Yet deep down, she understood that achieving that peace wouldn’t be simple.

“I know he’s crashing out bad after hearing about you kissing another nigga that ain’t him.”

“Honestly girl I don’t really care if he is or not I mean it’s my life not his.”

“Period as it should be bestie, but what time is the cookout starting?”

“Jey said around eight to nine ish, so we’ll get ready around seven I’ll drive us there.” Sakshi nodded her head agreeing with Tamaya as she went towards the sofa.

Tamaya remained in the kitchen, absorbed in her phone as she scrolled through her timeline and the stories of others on Instagram. Suddenly, a text from Tre popped up, prompting her to roll her eyes at his message.

Tre💔 sent a message

|| Tre💔: Yo’ ass better not go to that fucking cookout Maya you didn’t think I wouldn’t know about that? I told you I got people living down there in Atlanta watching you, you better stay yo’ ass home away from that Samoan bitch

Who the fuck does he think he is?

Maya🪬: nigga last time I check we aren’t together anymore and that was about a year ago when I broke up with you so idk why you keep actin like we still together 😒

Tre💔: because you fucking belong to me Maya

Maya🪬: you’re fucking delusional and I don’t belong to anybody

Tre💔: Watch yo’ fucking mouth Maya don’t forget who made you

Maya🪬: nigga you fucking helped me with one fucking thing and think that you made me gtfo Tre please

Tre💔: BECAUSE I FUCKING DID YOU STUIPD BITCH IF I DIDNT HELP YOU PAY FOR YOUR NURSING CLASSES YOU WOULDNT BE WHERE YOU ARE TODAY

Maya🪬: and I am grateful for that but that don’t mean imma get back with you Trevon

Tre💔: god I fucking hate you Maya I really do

Maya🪬: if you hate me so much then leave me tf alone it’s that simple dummy

Tre💔: that smart ass mouth of yours will get you in trouble

Maya🪬: nigga please stop texting me fuck

Tre💔: yk I’m not gonna do that princess imma make yo’ life a living hell

Maya🪬: you do that enough what more damage do you want to do to me?

Tre💔: until you’re mine and I’m in control

Maya🪬: fuck you

Tre💔: don’t go to that cookout with him

Maya🪬: why are you jealous that I’m with someone better than you?

Tre💔: don’t flatter yourself princess that Samoan nigga don’t want you only seeing you as a fling like he does with that stripper he with

Stripper? Jey didn’t tell her about that.

Maya🪬: stripper? He’s with a stripper?

Tre💔: yeah but they’re a fling apparently so you ain’t that special either way he probably just wanna fuck you at that cookout tonight so I would advise you not to go

Tamaya was completely unaware of the stripper Tre was referring to. She wondered why Jey hadn’t brought it up during their text conversation the previous night when they were trying to connect. It was at that moment that Tre's words began to weigh heavily on her mind.

The thought that she might not be “good enough” and was merely someone to “hook up with” sent a chill of fear through her as she contemplated the situation she was stepping into. Just then, a vibration from her phone broke her train of thought, revealing a message from Tre.

Tre💔: yeah I got under yo’ skin like I always do princess so why don’t you just stay home and talk to me tonight

Maya🪬: I fucking hate you bitch don’t text me anymore

In a flurry, she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom after sending that message, leaving her best friend staring after her with a puzzled look, trying to piece together what had just occurred. Rising from the sofa, she followed Tamaya, eager to uncover the mystery.

Upon opening the door, she was met with the sound of her best friend sobbing, a wave of worry washing over her. She quickly moved to her side, settling down on the bed and enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

Sakshi felt her heart shatter as she listened to her best friend weeping. Gently, she ran her fingers through her hair, offering solace before uttering a single word.

“Bestie, what happened?” Sakshi inquired, but Tamaya remained silent, simply displaying the messages exchanged between her and Tre. As Sakshi meticulously read through them, her focus deepened.

The sight of this man harassing her and spreading falsehoods about Jey ignited a fire of fury within her. Unaware of the truth about the man, Sakshi gently set Tamaya’s phone down on the bed, pulling back from their embrace as she noticed the puffiness in Tamaya’s eyes.

“You’re letting him get under your skin Tay, you’re letting him win don’t do that.” She said.

“It’s so hard Saki like really hard bro, after all of the shit he put me through what if he’s right? Bout Jey?” Tamaya replied sniffing her nose.

“Don’t fucking believe him bout what he saying about Jey that’s something you and Jey need to talk about in private about this stripper.” Tamaya brushed away the tears streaming down her cheeks, nodding in agreement with her closest friend.

“You think I should keep my distance?” Sakshi shook her head.

“No, you need to talk to him tonight about it. No running away from this.” Tamaya realized that she couldn't escape this situation as she usually did when she was with Tre, simply because she felt lost and unsure of how to proceed.

Tamaya nodded her head before speaking, “alright I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Good, you’re too pretty to cry over a nigga that treated you like shit. You deserve better bestie for real.” Her and Sakshi hugged each other tightly knowing that Sakshi had her back forever.

As Jey chatted with his cousins, who were arriving for the cookout, each bringing along drinks and food, he took a sip of his beer. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to someone entering the house alongside a girl.

Tamaya and her best friend Sakshi entered the room, and wow, Tamaya was absolutely stunning tonight. He couldn't take his eyes off her from head to toe. She rocked a sleek two-piece black ensemble, paired with a cozy furry hat and stylish black platform Converse, looking incredibly fabulous.

“Hollon Uce, gotta holla at shawty.” Jey remarked as he strolled in her direction.

Tamaya glanced around the room, taking in the beauty of his home. From the elegantly adorned sofas to the vibrant kitchen, the space radiated a touch of Samoan culture. Her eyes caught sight of him approaching, a red cup in hand, as he made his way toward her.

He certainly looked sharp tonight, perfectly coordinated with her. He sported an all-black Nike outfit, complemented by cross piercings in both earlobes, a sleek Cuban link silver chain, and a stylish Rolex adorning his wrist. She was also impressed by his impressive choice of shoes.

He flashed a grin, revealing his sparkling grills, and she mirrored his expression. Setting the red cup on the counter, he opened his arms wide for a hug. She leaped onto her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around him tightly, while he lifted her legs around his waist, both of them savoring each other's scent in a warm embrace.

Jey gently set her down, his hands resting on her waist as he gazed down at her.

“You just know how to style an outfit huh?” Jey said.

“I mean it’s eating ain’t it we are matching.” She replied.

“Hell yeah girl, lemme’ introduce you to the fam.” He had taken the time to introduce her to his friends and family, and to her delight, they all took a liking to her. This included his twin brother, Jimmy, and his cousin, Roman, who both remarked that she was far superior to a girl named Seanna. Tamaya suspected that this Seanna was the stripper Tre had mentioned earlier.

The girl was nowhere in sight, likely hiding upstairs, biding her time for the perfect moment to create a scene and humiliate Jey in front of his friends.

While conversing with his companions, Tamaya sensed his hand resting on her lower back, drawing her nearer to him. This subtle gesture stirred something profound within her.

Occasionally, he would sneak furtive looks at her while conversing with his friends, the scent of her perfume washing over him like a tidal wave, stirring a deep longing within him for something she possessed.

“So what do you do Tamaya?” Trinity asked.

“I’m a Pediatric Nurse, I work with children.” She replied.

“Oh my god for real? That mean you gonna make sure my future kids are good?” Tamaya chuckled at her reply while nodding her head as she continued talking to Trinity.

“Isn’t that the same girl from the club a couple of days ago Uce?” Jimmy asked.

Jey nodded his head while taking a sip of his beer in his red up, “yeah, that’s her. She’s so bad”

“You tryna get with her or what?”

“Yeah, like I wanna have a serious relationship with her I think Takecia would like her honesty.” Jimmy nodded as he listened to his twin brother talk about Tamaya. It was then that he spotted Seanna emerging from the back, joining the others as they headed in their direction. Excitedly, he nudged his brother and pointed.

Jey let out a heavy sigh, his fingers running through his mullet as he silently wished that Seanna would keep her cool while approaching them. However, Seanna's eyes narrowed when she spotted his hand resting on Tamaya's waist, a surge of anger rising within her at the sight of her "man" being so familiar with another woman.

“Jey, who the fuck is this?”

Tamaya spun around at once, recognizing the girl Tre had mentioned—the stripper. While she couldn't deny that the girl was attractive, she felt even more beautiful with Jey's hand resting on her waist.

“Seanna, don’t start no shit bro. what the fuck are you even doing here I thought you left?”

“Why would I leave?”

“Because we aren’t together?”

Seanna smacked her lips as she looked at Tamaya up and down with a stank face. “Who is this bitch?”

Tamaya looked offended by what she had said, “bitch? Girl I’m not a fucking dog hoe.”

“Hoe? Girl you the one who’s a hoe stealing my man.”

“Last time I check he said he didn’t claim you.”

“Girl, he don’t be saying that when he be saying that when he be fucking me unlike you I don’t know what he sees in you probably just another fling but I’m the prize here.” The words hit her hard, piercing her heart, but she chose to conceal her feelings in front of his companions to avoid any humiliation.

“If you were the prize you would’ve been with him instead of him throwing you to the side, seems like he’s more interested in me than you.” Seanna attempted to charge at Tamaya, but Jimmy quickly restrained her, preventing any confrontation. Meanwhile, Tamaya remained unfazed, having faced far worse challenges in the past.

She informed Jey that she required a moment, then turned and made her way back into the house. Ascending the stairs toward one of the bedrooms, she closed the door behind her and started to crumble.

The words Seanna spoke echoed in her mind, bringing back memories of Tre, who had a way of dragging her down and shattering her mental well-being. It plunged her thoughts into a dark place, filled with painful recollections of their time together. As she wiped away her tears, she found herself sniffling, overwhelmed by the weight of those haunting memories.

She walked restlessly from one end to the other, desperately attempting to soothe her frayed nerves and rein in her emotions, yet each time she heard those haunting words and voices in her mind, she faltered.

‘Another fling’

‘Someone to fuck on’

‘Not good enough’

‘That Samoan nigga don’t like you for real he just want to fuck on you.’

‘Remember I made you’

The words Tre had spoken to her echoed in her mind, diminishing her sense of self. Once again, she felt herself slipping away, and doubts crept in—perhaps attending the cookout was a mistake after all. She should have heeded Tre's advice.

As she hastily dried her tears, she heard a knock at the door, determined to hide any trace of her sorrow. She caught a glimpse of Jey's head poking out from behind the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” Jey asked softly as Tamaya nodded her head.

Jey entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. He took a seat beside her, but she didn’t glance in his direction. Instead, she nervously played with her fingers, anticipating his words.

“I’m sorry bout her, she was suppose leave earlier.”

Tamaya wiped her nose, “it’s okay I’m not trippin’ about it anymore she seems very adamant about you.”

He chuckled at her, “nah she’s just some stripper I met at the club just a fling now she thinks we are in a relationship.” Tamaya chuckled bitterly while shaking her head. “She’s definitely delusional.”

“You said something right tonight.” Tamaya kept her gaze averted until he brought it up.

“Look at me angel, lemme’ see yo’ pretty face.” He gently lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze, his deep chocolate brown eyes locking onto hers.

He observed that her eyes were swollen and tinged with red, a clear indication that she had been crying prior to his entrance into the room. Gently, he caressed her cheeks with his thumb as she shut her eyes, savoring the warmth of his affection.

“You’ve been crying baby.”

“N-no I haven’t…” Jey tilted his head, unconvinced by her performance, fully aware that tears had stained her cheeks.

“Don’t do that, talk to me.”

“It’s really personal Joshua, like very personal.”

“Lay it out on me baby I’m listening.” Tamaya started to share the tumultuous journey of her past four years with Tre, detailing the constant ups and downs of their relationship. As she spoke, she revealed her scars, including a particularly haunting one on her rib cage, a painful reminder of when Tre had stabbed her.

Jey's gaze softened as he caught sight of the scar on her rib cage. Listening to her recount how she nearly lost her life because of him shattered his heart into countless fragments. It was no wonder she needed a moment to collect herself; Seanna had said something that struck a nerve.

He noticed a tear rolling down her cheek as she rose to her feet.

“I’m sorry…this is a lot..” she said softly while sniffing her nose.

She sensed him rising from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, radiating warmth as his neck nestled against her shoulders.

“It’s okay I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I fucking hate him so much…I-I fucking hate him Joshua.” She sensed herself crumbling once more as Jey gently turned her to face him, allowing her to weep freely against his chest.

He gently caressed her hair, murmuring tender words of comfort into her ear, assuring her that all would be well and that he was by her side. “I know mamas, I know. I’m right here.”

Tamaya had never felt this exposed with anyone else except her closest friend. In Jey's embrace, she found a profound sense of safety; the warmth radiating from his body and the comforting scent of his cologne wrapped around her, bringing peace to her heart and soul.

She usually managed to control her emotions during tough times, but tonight felt different. His presence held a special significance for her.

He paused for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen eyes, her lashes glistening with tears. Gently, he wiped away the last remnants of her tears, cradling her chin tenderly before he began to speak.

“You deserve better, you’re way too beautiful to be treated like that.” Jey says softly.

“Way too fucking beautiful at that.” Tamaya studied his facial expressions, noticing a glimmer in his eyes that was unfamiliar to her. It was as if he was silently longing for her presence.

He leaned in, his hands gently cradling her chin, as their noses grazed against one another. Their lips hovered tantalizingly close until he finally took the plunge and kissed her.

The kiss unfolded slowly and tenderly, a soothing balm she craved as she encircled his neck with her arms, while his hands rested softly on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. Their tongues danced and battled for control, reminiscent of wild creatures, as she began to retreat toward the bed.

He tracked her every motion, refusing to lose sight of her, until he found himself positioned above her, nestled between her legs, with her balanced precariously at the edge of the bed.

“Joshua…” she murmured between the kiss.

“What’s up mama?” He murmured back before pulling away.

“I think we should head back down to the cookout.”

“I mean we could stay up here if you want to.”

Tamaya shook her head, “I think I’m okay now.”

He pressed his lips to hers one final time, relishing the moment as he assisted her in getting off the bed and adjusting their clothes. Tamaya then slipped into the bathroom to wash her face, having shed so many tears. Meanwhile, Jey followed her in, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

Once she had finished washing her face, she noticed him leaning against the door, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that suggested he wanted to absorb every detail of her as she walked by. The moment he caught a hint of her fragrance wafting from the bathroom, he reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist, catching her off guard as he looked down at her with a smoldering intensity.

“You’re so dangerous got me actin crazy right now baby.”

“Well continue to act crazy then sir this cookie jar is closed for right now.”

“Oh? So you wanna play like that huh?” As she slipped from his embrace, she flashed him a dazzling smile that showcased her grills, making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, leaving him longing for her presence.

As Night Falls drew near, everyone began preparing to depart, seen gathering food or assisting with tidying up the house and the backyard alongside those who remained. Meanwhile, Tamaya stood outside, her feet splashing in the water, lost in thought about the events of the evening.

There was a bond between her and Jey that mirrored the one she shared exclusively with Sakshi, her closest friend. This made him fortunate to secure a top spot on her list of trusted individuals. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of his soft-spoken words and the way his kisses sent her into a whirlwind of emotions, driving her to the brink of madness.

She noticed the longing in his eyes, a clear indication that his heart was set on her and not on that Seanna girl. As the water flowed over her feet, she heard the sliding door creak open and turned to see Jimmy stepping outside.

“Hey, Tamaya me and Trin finna take yo’ best friend him since she had to many to drinks.” Jimmy said.

“A’ight then be careful tho she’s a handful.” Tamaya replied while chuckling at him.

“I think we can handle her you good though?” Tamaya smiled and embraced him tightly before he turned and headed back into the house, car keys in hand.

Tamaya concluded it was time to head home as she had a day off tomorrow, allowing her to catch up on some much-needed rest before the week began. She lifted her feet from the pool, shaking off the water to dry them, and then picked up her shoes and socks as she made her way back into the house.

Amidst the few individuals lounging on Jey's sofa, either slouched or engaged in lively conversation, she focused on slipping on her socks and shoes. Bending slightly to adjust them, she noticed Jey was nowhere in sight, likely occupied with Seanna at that moment, just as she finished securing her shoes.

In that moment, she felt a sudden smack on her backside, nearly causing her heart to leap out of her chest. As she spun around, ready to throw a punch, she discovered it was Jey standing behind her, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his antics.

“You play too fucking much Joshua.” She says while nudging him on his shoulder.

“Can’t be bending over like that when I’m near angel.”

As they locked eyes, the haunting melody of Frank Ocean's "Novacane" filled the air around them.

“I can bend over whenever I want, you ain’t gonna do nothing about it.” Jey furrowed his brows, setting his red cup on the table before stepping closer to her.

Tamaya remained frozen, resembling an innocent child who had committed no offense, as she felt his hand encircle her throat and the other rest on her hips. The music playing in the background filled the silence, amplifying the palpable tension that hung between them.

Their noses almost grazed, as their lips lingered close, wavering between hesitation and desire.

“You tryna get me riled up mamas? Because don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jey leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper as he locks his gaze onto her deep chocolate brown eyes.

She looked at him innocently, “I told you I’m dangerous pookie.” He held her firmly against the table's edge, longing to press his lips to hers and savor the sensation of their tongues entwining.

His rigid form pressed against her, while his lips started to explore her jawline, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that coaxed a moan from her lips.

He pressed his lips against her neck, drawing on it as if she were his quarry, savoring her essence and leaving marks as though she were his Luna. The sensation left her mind swirling in a haze, while an unsettling feeling crept over her, as if someone were observing their every move, witnessing the scene unfold before their eyes.

Seanna stood by, her heart shattering as she witnessed the man she believed was hers sharing a kiss with another woman, leaving her feeling utterly betrayed.

‘What does he even see in her that he doesn’t with me?’ All she could do was watch as he lavished his affection and attention on the girl, but everything changed when she saw him set Tamaya down on the table; that moment ignited something within her.

The way his hands roamed over Tamaya’s body and its curves infuriated her. She was well aware that she was the superior choice for him, so why would he opt for this other woman instead?

What could possibly explain his lavish treatment and all the special moments they shared if they weren't in a relationship? To her, they were undeniably a couple, so witnessing him kiss another woman felt like a double blow to her heart.

Jey's hands gripped Tamaya's hips, pulling her closer as he squeezed gently, their tongues dancing in a heated battle for control. He could feel the pressure of his arousal pressing against her, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“You see what you did to me baby? You feel that shit don’t you?” He murmured between the kiss.

“I can feel it rubbing up against me.” She murmured softly almost losing herself to this man.

He grabbed her hand placing it down on his throbbing cock feeling nothing but pre-cum coming out from it. “Touch it, please touch it.” She touched it without hesitation causing a groan to escape his lips as she did so.

She was rubbing her thumb against his dick that were against his jeans almost teasing him she could see him folding beneath her touch that’s the effect she had on him.

They linger in a passionate embrace, their lips entwined, before reluctantly breaking apart—locking eyes that shimmer with pure desire and an elusive emotion they can't quite define.

“You’re wet Joshua.” She says softly as she felt him kiss her lips again.

“You got me like this in a public space mamas.” He replied softly.

“You know I gotta go home.” She could hear him let out a deep sigh, fully aware of the sexual frustration he was likely experiencing at that moment. “Fuck, can’t you stay just for a little bit longer?” His hands were still firmly on her butt squeezing them.

A silent plea shimmered in his eyes, urging her to remain by his side, yet the echoes of Tre's words haunted her thoughts, casting a shadow over the moment. “He only wants to fuck on you” “he doesn’t want you for real.”

She felt a chill of fear at the thought that this was likely all he truly wanted to achieve, or so she assumed.

She gently pushed his hands away as she stood up from the table, unwilling to accept being treated as just a temporary fling. The thought of being used and discarded, especially with him involved with that stripper, was something she couldn't bear.

She had no desire for that.

She was letting Tre win yet again.

She was letting his words get to her.

Before she could reach for her purse and phone, she sensed his hands resting on her waist. "Just stay; we don’t have to do anything, I promise," he said. She turned her head to face him directly.

“How can I trust you? I know I’m just a pretty face and have a nice body figure but if you’re doing all of this just to fuck and then leave me under the mat then this conversation is over with.”

Jey drew her body nearer to his, their faces just inches apart as she looked up at him.

“I’m not here for allat, I told you I want to get to know you better mama. Don’t compare me to whatever you and ol’ dude had going on cuz I’m different than him.” She gazed into his eyes and recognized the sincerity behind them; if he weren't truly committed, he wouldn't have taken the step to introduce her to his people as he did today.

“Just stay tonight ion’ want you driving home by yourself” With that, she surrendered to him, nodding as they separated from one another. “If I’m spending the night with you what would I wear and what about shawty?”

“I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes for tonight and as for her I’ll tell her to leave she wasn’t supposed to be here anyways.”

Tamaya gave a nod as she set her purse down on the small table beside her.

“Just head upstairs and take a shower I’ll be right there.” Tamaya complied with his request and ascended the stairs, her movements captivating him. He couldn't help but be entranced by the way her backside swayed in her sweatpants.

After enjoying a soothing warm shower in Jey's bathroom, Tamaya slipped into his clothes, donning his boxers and a trendy yeet crop top. She pampered her skin with coconut lotion she had stashed in her purse, and she put on her bonnet, prepared for moments like this.

As she focused on her task, she failed to notice him leaning against the doorframe, observing her. When she finally turned around, a startled gasp escaped her lips, her hand instinctively flying to her chest at the sight of him.

He let out a laugh as she flashed him the middle finger before saying anything. “you can’t be scaring folks like that Joshua!” She scolded him.

“My fault mamas, I just was admire how good you look in my clothes didn’t mean to scare yo’ tiny ass.” Tamaya shot him a fierce look as she approached, her posture radiating confidence as if she were above him. She playfully nudged him, but in an instant, he seized her by the throat, compelling her to yield to his grip.

“Look how you submit to me, thinking you tuff and shit little one.” He gently pressed his lips against hers before releasing his grip on her throat. As she turned to walk away, she playfully smacked her lips at him, making her way to the opposite side of the bed.

She nestled into the sheets, cocooning herself in the blanket as the bed dipped under Jey's weight when he joined her. He encircled her waist with his arms, drawing her nearer, enveloping her in the comforting warmth of his body.

She was restless, shifting from side to side in search of comfort until he broke the silence, asking, “Are you alright over there, angel?” She turned to him, her face lighting up with a reassuring smile as she nodded in response.

He sensed her unease in their current situation, so he gently released his hold around her waist and instead drew her closer to his chest, allowing her to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She gently rested his hand on his chest, taking in the intricate tribal tattoos that adorned his body, winding across his arms and back. What captivated her the most were the names of his children, beautifully inked into his skin.

“Is this comfortable for you?” He asked softly.

She gazed up at him, fully aware that nothing brought her more comfort than the sound of his heartbeat. It served as a calming balm for her, a fact he remained oblivious to, despite her openness about her emotions.

“It’s very comfortable for me.” Tamaya responded with a yawn, settling in more snugly against his chest.

Jey observed her as she slipped in and out of slumber, her eyelids fluttering gently as she surrendered to sleep. Meanwhile, he remained awake, captivated by the beauty that lay before him. Today, he had glimpsed her vulnerability, listening to the stories of her past and the struggles she endured with Tre, and it shattered him.

How could someone like Tre treat a girl like Tamaya in such a way? Jey couldn't fathom ever behaving that way towards her. To him, she was incredibly valuable and gentle, always keeping to herself to steer clear of any drama. With a beautiful face and a warm smile like hers, who wouldn't be drawn to her?

To him, she was like a breath of fresh air, filling the entire room with her presence every time she entered, captivating him even more.

A tear slipped from her eye, and as he noticed it, his gaze softened. Gently, he brushed it away with his thumb and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

Perhaps what she truly needed was a trustworthy companion who could love her the right way, rather than subjecting her to endless turmoil.

Perhaps all she truly required was someone to bring her joy, and he was that person. Whenever he was near, a smile would light up her face.

Perhaps he could dismantle the barriers she has constructed to shield herself from the pain of another heartbreak.

So she didn’t have to feel scared anymore.

He didn’t want her to feel scared around him.

He wanted her to be more open and he was the person to get her there too.

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Hello!! For the drabbles. Svt Mingyu, suggestive "Say the word and I'm yours!" Thank you! 🥰😍😍

hi, sweetheart! thank you so much for requesting 💜 hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'say the word and i'm yours.'

you are not jealous. friends can't be jealous of their friends, so therefore you are not jealous. and mingyu obviously can talk to whoever he wishes, but you haven't see each other in a week and it just makes you a bit sad - sad, not hurt - that he's on the other end of the room, talking to his friend. you just miss him and would've loved to have his attention on you right now, but it's fine. it's all fine and you're definitely not pouting.

'oh my god,' hoshi wheezes, cackling deviously. 'you with yours 'i don't want his attention' and mingyu with his 'we are just friends' make the most amazing pair.'

'shut up,' you push at him, still pouting. 'and i don't need his attention!'

'mhm. that's why you've been eyeing him all this time?'

god, hoshi can be such a menace sometimes. you glare at him, raising your voice a little: 'i haven't been eyeing him!'

'who?'

of course it's mingyu. hoshi winks at you and leaves without saying anything, letting mingyu take his place right in front of you. and- he looks good. which is nothing new because mingyu always looks good, but you haven't seen him in a week, so a little staring can be justified, right? 'no one,' you say, smiling when he hands you a drink.

'did someone catch your attention?' mingyu asks, leaning a little closer. there are many unfamiliar faces at this party and he looks around, trying to judge who can possibly be his competition. 'any of the new guys?'

'mingyu, please.' you roll your eyes, not liking where this conversation is going. 'i'm not interested.'

'well they are,' mingyu motions to two guys standing not far from you both, who all look at you with equally sly smiles.

you can't believe that this is what you two are talking about after not seeing each other for a week. with an indignant huff, you hit his chest: 'how about we will discuss you choosing to converse with your old friends instead of coming over to me, when you haven't seen me in a week, hm?'

it's always been like that between you two - light teasing, flirty comments here and there. sometimes both of you act like you actually own each other in a very not friendly way, but you're not about to call him out on this, when you're enjoying this immensely. mingyu smiles at your furrowed eyebrows and leans in, cooing: 'oh, my baby wanted my attention? just say the word and i'm yours, baby.'

your breath hitches at the pet name. usually you wouldn't mind but right now it hurts to know that this is not real. 'i'm not your baby.' you say in a serious tone, making it clear that you're not joking.

mingyu's expression instantly sobers up and he stares back at you intently. there's a pause and then: 'you can be. if you want.' at your widened eyes he also adds: 'cause i want that. a lot.'

you know when mingyu is joking and when he's serious. right now he is serious and it makes your heart flutter in a very unfriendly way. 'i'd like that,' you whisper because this is all your brain can come up with right now.

and this is apparently enough, because mingyu smiles at you, open and sweet. 'then let's get out of here, baby.'

with your hand in his, he pulls you away from the party and from two weird guys who are still looking at you with sly smiles. you look at your locked hands and grin. 'yeah, let's do that, baby.'

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Friendcation: baby special (m) | myg

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Yoongi spends time with your daughter.

→ Pairing: mechanic!Yoongi x reader (female) → AUs: roadtrip!au, non idol!au, established relationship, mechanic!Yoongi, dad!Yoongi, married!au → Genres: slice of life, humor/crack and so much fucking fluff → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 3.5k → Warnings (explicit): this is just pure fluff, so nothing smutty in this one! But there’s mention of pussy, if that is a warning? I swear, it’s just funny, sweet and lovely 🥹 → Author’s note: the last extra for friendcation that I’ve planned 🥳 I don’t think I’ll write more for this series/couple so please consider this officially completed (but you never know, lol). But I really don’t know what more I could add to this. I hope you enjoy this one too! 💜 And thank you all so fucking much; thank you for reading, commenting, reviewing, reblogging—everything means so much to me, you truly don’t know. Knowing what you think, and that you like reading my stories matters a lot to me, and essentially that is what keeps me going (especially when I’m struggling). So thank you 🫂 → Read on AO3? [link] ✨

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The gentle patter of tiny feet echoes through his dreams, a soft cadence pulling him from the depths of sleep. Not fully awake, yet not entirely asleep, he hovers on the fragile edge of consciousness. The sound of those footsteps—familiar, beloved—grows louder, closer, until a tender warmth touches his cheek.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wakey, wakey!” Mee-Yon’s voice bursts with joy, her excitement bubbling over as she bounces on the balls of her feet, her laughter a melody that could rouse the sun itself.

He groans, stretching the stiffness from his body as the couch protests beneath him. Slowly, he opens his eyes, and there she is—his daughter, beaming down at him with a grin so pure it melts away any lingering weariness. How could he be upset when faced with such a sight? That tiny, radiant face is too full of life, too full of love.

“Hm?” he groans again, as Mee-Yon’s tiny fingers press against his cheeks, her eyes wide and insistent, sparkling with the boundless energy only a three-year-old could possess. She bounces still, a little ball of endless enthusiasm, and he marvels at how so much vigor can be contained in such a small body.

“Uncle Minnie is here,” she announces, her voice dropping just slightly, though no less vibrant, as if she’s sharing a grand secret. Her eyes shine with excitement, practically glittering—no, bursting with rainbows, if only this were a cartoon. And in this moment, he thinks, maybe he’s been watching too many cartoons lately, breathing in too much of that magic.

“He is?” he murmurs, running a hand through his dark hair, now cropped shorter than usual—a change he knows you’ll notice. He remembers how you prefer it longer, but for now, this is how it is.

“Mhm,” Mee-Yon confirms with a dramatic little stance, hands on her hips. That flair for the dramatic—definitely not something she got from him. Him, dramatic? Never.

He chuckles, gently patting her head, his fingers tracing through her soft hair that hasn’t yet been tamed into the neat bun she usually wears. Should he tie it up? He hesitates, knowing she’ll just pull it out moments after he’s finished.

Looking up, he sees Jimin standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face as he watches Mee-Yon with an adoration so profound it almost makes the room glow. Jimin, the ever-dedicated godfather, has taken his role to heart, showering her with a love so abundant it spills over, warming the whole house. He spoils her endlessly, and though he’d never admit it, he’s grateful for it. It’s nice. It’s more than nice. It’s love, in its purest form.

“MINNIE!” Mee-Yon cries out, spinning on her heel to race toward Jimin, arms flung wide. He scoops her up effortlessly, lifting her high into the air, the room filling with the sound of her gleeful giggles and his playful airplane noises. As his arms tire, he lowers her gently to the ground, and she wraps herself around his legs, claiming him with a possessive “Mine.”

Jimin grins, glancing over at him. “I see she’s as possessive as you,” he teases, and Yoongi responds with a playful scoff, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. But deep down, his heart swells, knowing these moments—these precious, fleeting moments—are what make everything worthwhile.

He rises from the couch, stretching the remnants of sleep from his limbs, and finally, the sweet, intoxicating aroma of dinner weaves its way to him, causing his stomach to rumble in anticipation. The scent is warm, rich, filled with love, and it beckons him forward like a siren’s call.

As he moves past Mee-Yon and Jimin, their laughter like a soft melody in the background, he follows the trail of that delicious fragrance into the kitchen. There you are, immersed in the ritual of cooking, your focus entirely on the simmering pans before you. You’re making dinner—far more than necessary, as always, though tonight it’s just you, Yoongi, Jimin, and little Mee-Yon. But since becoming a mother, you’ve taken to preparing meals that last for days, an act of foresight that saves time and allows for more precious moments together. He loves this about you, this quiet efficiency that carves out more space for family, more time to bask in the warmth of togetherness.

You haven’t noticed him yet, lost in the rhythm of your work, the soft sizzle of the stove and the gentle clatter of utensils. He knows better than to startle you, aware of the way you lose yourself in the dance of cooking. So he deliberately makes his steps audible, the floor creaking underfoot as he approaches. “Smells nice,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he slides his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yoon,” you sigh, your voice dripping with affection as you lean into him, and he presses a tender kiss to the curve of your ear. He can feel you melt under his touch, the way your body instinctively relaxes into his, a soft giggle escaping your lips—music to his ears. He lives for these sounds, the small, intimate noises you make, even the ones in your sleep that pull him from his dreams but awaken something else within him, something that fills him with love and desire.

His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, lifting the edge of your blouse to feel the warmth of you beneath his hands. His calloused fingers draw circles, savoring the softness of your flesh. You moan softly, your body swaying slightly as if moved by an invisible melody, a song only the two of you can hear. His hands drift lower, brushing your hip, pausing as if savoring the moment.

“Dinner! Dinner!” Mee-Yon’s excited shout rings out behind you, shattering the tender moment with her boundless energy. He can’t help but chuckle as he turns to see her cradled in Jimin’s arms, her little face glowing with joy.

“You know she can walk, right?” he teases, grinning at the pair of them.

“Yeah, but this is more fun,” Jimin replies, bouncing her gently, drawing out another round of her infectious laughter.

“You’re spoiling her too much,” you chide playfully, turning off the stove and casting Jimin a mock death stare, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I have to stay her favorite uncle,” Jimin retorts with a carefree shrug, his smile widening as he carries Mee-Yon over to the table, already set and waiting. Mee-Yon giggles, sticking her tongue out at you, and in that moment, the room is filled with warmth—a perfect snapshot of love, laughter, and family.

Yoongi can’t help but smile, knowing that none of your other friends stand a chance at becoming Mee-Yon’s favorite—not with the way Jimin spoils her, showering her with endless affection. There’s something special between them, an unspoken bond that binds them closer than the rest. Mee-Yon seems to naturally gravitate toward Jimin, drawn to his playful spirit and gentle heart.

Of course, she enjoys the company of the others too. She adores playing with Seokjin’s kids and his wife, their home a haven of laughter and warmth. Jungkook, with his eternal boyishness, is always ready to dive into whatever adventure Mee-Yon dreams up, his energy a perfect match for her wild imagination. She lights up when Namjoon reads her stories, his deep voice weaving tales that captivate her young mind. Once, when Namjoon’s girlfriend was over, her belly round with the promise of new life, Mee-Yon innocently asked how babies were made. Yoongi was relieved not to be on the receiving end of that question, watching with a mix of amusement and sympathy as Namjoon fumbled for the right words—balancing truth with tact.

Then there’s Taehyung, who spoils her with gifts from his travels as a photographer, bringing the world to her in the form of exotic trinkets and stories that transport her to far-off lands. Each friend brings something unique into Mee-Yon’s life, and while they all have their place in her heart, it’s Jimin who holds the brightest spot.

“Dinner’s ready,” you call out, wiping the sheen of sweat from your brow, a testament to the steam rising from the pots on the stove. The meal is a labor of love, and as you all gather around the table, it’s no surprise that Mee-Yon instinctively takes her place next to Jimin.

The first bite is met with murmurs of approval. “It’s so good,” Jimin exclaims, and Yoongi nods in agreement, his eyes catching the soft blush that spreads across your cheeks. He knows how you are with compliments, especially about cooking—something you usually leave to him. But tonight, you’ve outdone yourself, and it’s clear that your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

Then, out of nowhere, Mee-Yon’s small voice cuts through the comfortable silence like a bolt of lightning. “Vagina!” she shouts, slamming her tiny hands on the table for emphasis. “Vagina!”

All eyes snap to her in stunned disbelief, the room frozen in a moment that feels suspended in time. Yoongi isn’t sure if he heard his daughter correctly, but as she repeats the word with gleeful abandon, there’s no mistaking it. Your gaze darts frantically between Jimin and Yoongi, as if deciding who to unleash your wrath upon. Fortunately, Jimin ends up as the target.

“What the fuck did you teach my daughter?” you demand, your voice trembling with incredulity and a hint of anger. Yoongi, relieved not to be in the line of fire, watches as Jimin blinks back at you, utterly bewildered.

“What?” Jimin stammers, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t teach her that! She must have picked it up at daycare,” he says, his tone calm but defensive, trying to deflect the blame.

Yoongi, ever the realist, can’t help but let a remark slip, one that’s more truth than tact. “Just be glad she didn’t say pussy.”

You sigh, a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance, realizing that he has a point. Better to let it go, not to give Mee-Yon’s newfound vocabulary too much attention. After all, the more focus you put on it, the more she’ll repeat it, and there’s no need to make a spectacle out of a word that, to her, is just another part of the world she’s discovering.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” Mee-Yon’s voice rings out with glee, her innocent delight filling the room as she proudly chants the forbidden word. Your stern gaze snaps to Yoongi, and in that instant, he knows he’s made fucked up. The realization hits him like a wave, and the weight of it is evident in his sheepish expression. “You taught her to say pussy. Why would you do that, Yoon?” you groan, frustration lacing your voice, a trace of self-doubt creeping in as you wonder if this makes you a bad mother. But Yoongi knows better—shit happens, and he reckons this isn’t the worst thing she could have picked up. After all, with the amount of time she spends with Jimin and Jungkook, he’s surprised this is the first explicit word to slip out.

“Peeing from my pussy!” she sing-songs with abandon, and you all groan in unison, only for the tension to break as laughter bubbles up, impossible to hold back. It’s bad, he knows it, but it’s also undeniably funny and, in a way, just a little bit cute.

Mee-Yon soon loses interest in the word, her attention drifting as she begins to babble a stream of playful nonsense, her laughter joining yours in a chorus that fills the house with warmth. As the evening settles into a comfortable rhythm, Yoongi helps clean up while Jimin entertains Mee-Yon in the living room, the sound of their laughter echoing through the walls. He silently hopes Jimin isn’t teaching her any new vocabulary, knowing full well that the daycare likely isn’t to blame for this latest outburst.

Later, Jimin takes on the task of putting Mee-Yon to bed—a routine she seems to prefer whenever he’s around. Neither you nor Yoongi mind, as it offers you a rare moment of peace, a chance to sit together in quiet companionship while Jimin’s gentle voice carries through the door, reading her a bedtime story. When he emerges, his face softened by a tender smile, he bids you both goodnight and slips away into the night. It’s late, and Yoongi can’t help but curse the fatigue that overtook him earlier, leaving him to doze off on the couch.

He’s been working more than usual lately, picking up the slack as you scale back your hours, determined to keep your finances steady. He doesn’t mind, knowing this is just a season of life, a phase that will pass. There may come a time when you’ll work more hours again, and he can step back. What he truly appreciates is the flexibility you both have in your work—his garage at home, a sanctuary where he can manage his own time, and your ability to work from home, offering you a reprieve from the relentless stress of your marketing job and the demands of your boss.

Tonight, though, you’re both too exhausted to stay up, even though the allure of a new K-drama tugs at your thoughts. Yoongi knows better—you’ll both likely fall asleep on the couch, and while it’s sleep, it’s not the restful kind. Better to retreat to the comfort of your bed, where real rest awaits.

So that’s what you do, slipping into a simple nighttime routine, brushing teeth, and taking care of your skin before crawling under the covers. Yoongi loves these moments, spooning you for the warmth and comfort it brings, not just for the obvious reasons but for the pure joy of being close to you. He nestles into your neck, breathing in your natural, sweet, and earthy scent—a fragrance that grounds him, that makes everything else fade away.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he’s jolted awake by Mee-Yon’s piercing scream. His heart races, the familiar surge of fear gripping him—always worried that something terrible has happened. But as he listens, he realizes it’s likely another night terror. With swift, practiced movements, he’s out of bed and crossing the short distance to her room, just opposite yours.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of a unicorn night lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. The rest is cloaked in darkness, except for the faint hum of white noise playing in the background, a melody that usually soothes her into sleep and keeps her there through the night. But not tonight. Her screams persist, shrill and heart-wrenching, as he approaches her bed. She’s calling for you, her mother, her small body trembling in the dim light.

“Mom! Mom! Mommy!” Mee-Yon’s cries pierce the quiet night, her voice tinged with distress as her tiny body thrashes beneath the sheets. Her eyes remain tightly shut, yet it’s as if she’s caught in a battle with unseen phantoms, lost in the throes of a bad dream. Yoongi’s heart aches at the sight, a deep, primal need to protect his daughter surging within him.

“Mee-Yon,” he whispers, his voice soft as a lullaby, “it’s okay, sweetheart.” But his words are like echoes in a canyon, powerless against the storm of her nightmare. She continues to scream, panic tightening her small frame, and Yoongi feels a pang of helplessness. He hates seeing her like this, hates that there’s nothing he can do but wait it out, knowing it’s just a part of her growth, an inevitable phase that will pass. Yet that knowledge doesn’t ease the knot in his chest.

He places a gentle hand on her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her frantic breaths. “Mee-Yon,” he calls out again, a bit more urgently, but she’s still far away, lost in the dark corners of her dream. Then, suddenly, she stirs, her tiny body moving in fits and starts until she sits up, her eyes still closed, arms reaching skyward as if begging to be held.

“Mommy,” she whimpers, her voice a broken cry, and Yoongi’s heart twists in response. “It’s Dad,” he says softly, reaching for her, lifting her delicate frame into his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

“Daddy,” she murmurs, still caught between sleep and waking, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck. For a moment, Yoongi just stands there, holding her close, unsure of what to do but knowing he can’t leave her alone. He knows the experts say it’s not ideal for her to sleep in their bed, but sometimes, practicality takes a back seat to love and the desperate need for rest. Nothing has ever gone wrong before, but there’s always a flicker of fear that lingers in the back of his mind, the thought that one of them might roll over her in their sleep. Thankfully, that has never happened, and they are super careful.

With gentle care, he carries her into your bedroom, placing her tenderly between the two of you. He tucks the duvet around her, ensuring she’s warm and secure, then arranges her favorite bunny plushie—Jungkook’s sweet gift—beside her. The tension in her small body slowly ebbs away, replaced by the soft, rhythmic sounds of her breathing as she finally begins to relax. Mee-Yon snuggles closer to him, her little form instinctively seeking his warmth, and Yoongi wraps an arm around her, holding her protectively, careful not to press too hard. Her heartbeat, still quick but steadying, pulses against his chest, and with that comforting rhythm, he drifts into sleep.

His dreams are light and whimsical—cotton candy clouds, pink skies, and the sensation of soaring on the back of a white and blue pegasus. But his slumber is interrupted by the sharp prod of a tiny foot to his face. With a groan, he tries to nudge the offending limb away, slowly opening his eyes to find Mee-Yon sprawled across the bed, her feet in his face and her small hands clutching your waist. Despite the rude awakening, Yoongi can’t be mad—how could he be, when his daughter is so undeniably adorable?

You catch his gaze, your hand gently caressing Mee-Yon’s back, and without a word, you communicate a world of emotion. Words aren’t needed between the two of you anymore; the years have woven a deep understanding, a silent language spoken through glances and touches. He reads you like a well-loved book, its spine softened by countless readings, and in your eyes, he sees the depth of your love for him and your daughter, the way you cherish these fleeting moments of family life.

As Mee-Yon stirs awake, she wraps her arms around both of you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart swells with joy, savoring this precious moment he wishes could last forever. Life with a three-year-old is a rollercoaster, equal parts delightful and exhausting. Yoongi’s patience, his temper, and his love are tested daily, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything. Mee-Yon has a knack for pushing his limits, as all children do, keeping him on his toes with her boundless energy and curiosity.

But it’s these moments he treasures the most—the time spent together as a family, whether on picnics, trips to the zoo, or simple walks in nature. Teaching Mee-Yon to ride a bike, watching her little legs pedal with determination, fills him with pride. He loves witnessing her growth, her wit, and her ever-present cuteness. There’s never enough time to soak it all in.

On a crisp autumn day, Yoongi finds himself in the garage, working on a customer’s car, with Mee-Yon by his side. She loves being there with him, her curiosity as vast as the sky, her eyes wide with wonder at the sight of tools and car parts. He explains everything to her, pointing out the coils, tubes, and wheels that make the car run. His hands are stained with oil, but Mee-Yon doesn’t mind; she grabs his hand, her own tiny fingers getting smudged as she points at something.

“What’s this, Dad?” she asks, her voice full of earnest curiosity.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s the battery,” he explains, “the heart that keeps the car alive.”

She hums thoughtfully, turning her hand over to inspect the oily smudges. “Dirty,” she declares, but there’s no disgust, only fascination.

“Yeah, that’s oil,” he says, reaching for an old rag to wipe her hands, though it doesn’t do much to clean them. Maybe it’s time for some new rags in the garage.

“Like paint,” she giggles, her fingers now exploring every surface under the hood, leaving tiny handprints on every rube and rusty surface.

Yoongi chuckles, unable to resist her infectious joy. “Daddy?” she calls, looking up at him with a bright, mischievous smile.

He kneels down to her level, ruffling her hair with a fond laugh. She giggles and cups his cheeks with her small, oily hands. “Love you, Daddy. You my best friend.”

He doesn’t care that his face is now smudged with oil; he just pulls her into a warm embrace, holding her close. “I love you too, Mee-Yon,” he murmurs, his heart full to bursting.

→ Author’s endnote: Thank you so much for joining me on this wild ride that friendcation has been! And can you believe it’s been over a year since I first published this??? It’s so crazy. I’m so happy that so many people love it, and still read it. Truly, it means the world to me 🫂✨

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marchsfreakshow · 8 months ago

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Cherries [Warren Lipka]

Smut

You fall apart with a single touch from Warren, he finds cherries to be an aphrodisiac.

Cherries are genuinely an aphrodisiac for my bf it's crazy, I love him sm though 💜 (this song has me in a chokehold help) and definitely not self indulgent...nope..

Warnings: porn w little plot, dry humping, teasing, riding, praise, little bit of denial/edging.

18+! MINORS DNI!

No one's perspective

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"You tryna tease me today hm?"

"No.." An obvious lie and it was even more obvious by the way Warren gripped harder onto your thighs.

"Fuckin' feels like it.." Warren muttered, dragging you down to straddle his hips. Keeping his grip on the skin he adored. "Wearing that dress... black cherry perfume...doin' it on purpose I swear.." He continued to murmur, grinding you into him without a word of disapproval from you. Instead, whines and whimpers left your pretty lips. Your own fingers finding Warren's shoulders and digging into them.

"Warren.." you mumbled hazily, unable to keep your eyes open to gaze down at the frustrated man. His own gaze was fixed on your sweet cunt, still not yet exposed to the room's cool air, but he could tell how wet you had gotten. Desperate thing really; aching and craving to be filled at practically all points of the day. He just groaned quietly in response, immediately letting go of your hips to quickly shift out of his sweats. Barely pulling them down; only enough to expose his cock to you, pre-cum teasingly leaking out. Your eyes were unable to move from him.

"been fucked so many times, but you can never stop yourself from starin' huh?"

"mm? Mhm.."

"fuckin'.. cute.. c'mere," Warren uttered again, his mind also hazing with need from the scent sticking to your neck. You shifted on his lap slightly until his fingers snuck under the skirt of your dress, trailing up and up until, "Ohh and you decided to go commando f'me in this get-up of yours? Fuck you know how to treat a guy right.." another ramble of incoherent mumbles as you shifted again, eventually letting yourself sink down onto Warren. Going in easy and quick because of just how wet you were feeling. Shaky moans leaving those cherry red lips, eyes momentarily fluttering shut.

Warren's hands kept under your dress, gripping the skin of your thighs as you eventually started to move yourself. Pathetic, little bounces that went nowhere even though you were practically squeezing the life out of Warren. But, you started to speed up once he figured you were too slow and slapped your ass hard. "C'mon you can do it..." He coaxed sweetly after, watching you hold onto his shoulders with every needy thrust. "Good..good girl.." Warren continued praising you quietly along with occasional little groans and pants.

Clawing at his shoulders as you found your confidence, which only made Warren dig his own nails into your thighs more. "W-warren.."

"Fuck- love the way my name comes out your mouth.." Ego-filled words which you truly didn't mind. Not at this moment. Usually, you would've given a dismissive chuckle and an eye roll as he smugly grinned at you. But right now you were too blissed out to care, only thinking of the way you were continually riding Warren. Your response was instead a series of whines and pants, muttering repeats of 'fuck' and 'Warren' into his ears. Feeling dumbed and blissed as Warren's fingers slid up to your waist, practically pushing you down to sit down and stop moving.

"..Ren..mmmc'mon please..so close.." you mumbled, attempting to pathetically grind against him when he stopped you. "C'monnn..please please.." Warren simply shook his head, softly rubbing your waist occasionally gripping on the fabric of the dress. The man just smirked a bit, and gave a harsh thrust up into you, causing you to momentarily moan out again.

"well that's what you get... tempting me this way."

"t-tempting you..?"

"you know what you were fuckin' doing wearing this... perfume.." He mumbled into your ear, starting to fuck you, hard. Contuiningly thrusting up into you, the sounds of your moans and how slick you were filling the room again. "Smellin' sweet, wearing such a cute...fuckin' cherry covered dress.. fuck-" Warren carried on, obviously just obsessed with the fact you purposely made yourself all cherry-like; knowing he found the fruit to be an aphrodisiac.

His words and constant thrusts up into your cervix only caused you to practically scream out, digging your nails harshly into his shoulders. "Warren-!" Swears effectively replayed themselves out of your lips as you tightened yourself around Warren repeatedly. Practically milking his cock of something he hadn't reached yet, but the way you faltered and practically melted in his arms as you came; brought Warren to the same want. His thrusts became sloppy and slightly humpy, and his head was thrown back on the couch. Your name fell from Warren's lips like it was a mantra and his hands on your waist went around your back quickly, holding onto you tightly.

"fuckfuck-" He quietly whimpered, eventually slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt. Warren relaxed himself as you basically fell down onto him, catching your breath. "Got you allll tired...huh?" He chuckled breathlessly, starting to rub your back softly like he didn't burrow into you over and over a few seconds ago.

Your response was a little nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close to you. Nuzzling your head into his neck Warren just smiled again. "Clingy.." He mentioned softly, happily keeping you cuddled against him.

"mhm.."

"Yeah? Okay...sleep away, cherry girl.."

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minminyoonjii · 2 years ago

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Hello! I’m wondering if you could do spanking with skz! It’s alr if not love your writing!! 💕💕

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Bang Chan [Therapeutic/Erotic]

"Jesus," he whispered, heart pounding within his chest. You whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled, pouring a glass of pineapple juice "What's wrong, little one?" he asked, sipping his drink. You grumbled, burying your face into his back. Chan cooed, turning around to pull you close "Look at me, hm?" he said, tilting your chin. You looked up with a familiar glint in your eyes "Alright, alright. I got it," he said, lifting you. You giggled, burying your face into the crook of your neck. He grabbed your comfort plush and blanket, "Here you go," he said, laying you across his lap. Chan tugged down your panties, laying firm spanks on your bottom. You keened, nuzzling into your comfort items. He cooed, spanking your bottom with firm, reassuring smacks "Doing so good for me. My good girl," he chuckled, rubbing your aching ass.

He groaned, thrusting his cock deep within your fluttering hole "Fuck, baby. So fucking tight," he growled, raising his hand to lay a rough smack. "Ah, mhm," you moaned, clenching around his cock. He breathes in through his teeth, grabbing a palmful of your bottom "You're pinking up so pretty, baby," he chuckled lowly, laying a harsher spank. You whimpered, arching your back "Please," you sniffled. Chan growled, "You can take more of me, yeah?" he taunted, grinding his cock within your pulsing walls. You dug your nails into the sheets, drool dripping down your chin.

Lee Minho [Therapeutic/Maintenance]

"Kitten, come here," he grumbled, pulling you onto his lap. You squeaked, straddling his legs "What do you want?" you asked, staring down at him. Minho smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass "So plump," he groaned, smacking your thick bottom. You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing them away from his face. Minho hummed, kneading your flesh like a cat making biscuits "This perfect ass is mine," he mumbled. You giggled, kissing your forehead "You're ridiculous," you teased, poking his nose. Minho lifted your waist, making you lay across his lap "Rest and let me grope your ass, hm?" he smirked, laying a smack. You yelped, arching your back "Really, Min," you whined, pressing your cheek into the sofa. Minho hummed, "Hush, kitten," he whispered, squeezing your flesh. You grumbled, turning your hand to face the screen. Minho smiled, letting out a deep sigh, and spanking your plump ass occasionally through the show.

He stares you down, not breaking eye contact. You glared back, clenching your jaw. Minho cracked the joints in his neck, carried you and tossed you over his shoulder. You squirmed, hitting his back "Let me go," you grunted, tugging his shirt. Minho grunted, instantly wrestling you over his lap "Stay still," he warned, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. You wiggled, clawing his thighs. Minho closed his eyes, laying a painful smack on your bottom with his belt. You yelped, eyes widening when he laid another "Wait, no," you whimpered. Minho raised his belt, laying a rougher one "You know what to say," he said, pulling off your panties.

Seo Changbin [Erotic/Maintenance]

"You're absolutely dripping, darling," he chuckled, running fingers through your slit. You whimpered, rutting your cunt on the tip of his fingers. "Behave," he warned, laying a firm spank on your bottom. You whined, clenching your legs together "Binnie," you sulked. "Aww, darling. Do you hear that? " he asked, plunging his fingers within your walls. Loud squelching echoed within your ears, shame burned your cheeks. "Did that spank turn you on?" he teased, raising his palm to lay another rough spank. You arched your back, eyes rolling back from the dull pain buzzing under your skin. Changbin chuckled, "Adorable," he said, curling his fingers.

You slammed the front door behind you, dropping your bag on the table. Changbin gave you a side glance "What's wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You huffed, "Nothing, fuck off," you grumbled, taking a sip of water. He stood up, looking at you "Are you sure you want to act like this now?" he asked, walking towards you. "Get off my back, Changbin," you said, rolling your eyes, He chuckled, pressing his tongue against his cheek "Is that so?" he asked. You gulped, voice wavering "Yeah, just leave me alone," you said, taking a step back. Changbin wrapped his arm around your waist, easily carrying you "I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said, patting your head with his other hand. You squirmed, kicking the air "Put me down!" you shouted. Changbin grabbed a paddle, "Are you going to submit or do I need to force you?" he asked, staring down at you."Fuck you," you said, glaring at him. "Hm," he hummed, pulling you across his lap and hooked his arm around you. He raised the paddle, laying heavy, painful spanks until your struggling died down into soft sniffles.

Hwang Hyunjin [Punishment/Erotic]

"Angel, what did I say about coming into my studio?" he asked, crossing his arms. You hung your head low "Not to go in when you're not there," you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers. "And what did you do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "I went in and accidentally spilt paint," you whimpered, guilt filling your thoughts. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair "You know what to do," he said, spreading his thighs. You straddled his lap and laid across. He brushed your hair aside, "Just a few, hm?" he said, raising his palm to lay a firm smack. You sniffled, tears brimming your eyes. Hyunjin cooed, "My sweet little angel," he said, laying a few more spanks.

He hooked your calves over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs, "So cute," he chuckled, laying a spank on your bottom. You yelped, thighs quivering against his neck. Hyunjin leaned himself forward, burying his face into your clothed cunt. He licked your soaking panties, laying another harsh smack on your flesh. You whimpered, clenching your thighs around his head. "My little pain slut," he cooed, pulling down your panties. You hiccuped, bucking your bare folds against his nose "Please, Hyune," you whined, tears dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin hummed, laying another spank "You're so desperate for me, angel. Soaking my face before I even tasted you," he teased, kissing directly on clit. Drawing a loud broken keen from your throbbing lips. Hyunjin chuckled, watching your skin turn red and sore "I'm going to make sure you can't sit for a week," he growled, smacking your aching mounds.

Han Jisung [Therapeutic/Hardcore]

"C'mere," he chuckled, pulling you close against him. You smiled, laying your back on his chest "Are you feeling alright, Ji?" you asked, turning to face him. He smiled back, kissing down your neck "Yeah, can I grope your cute little ass?" he asked, whispering into your ear. You nodded, laying across his lap "Go ahead," you whispered, swaying your hips. Jisung smirked, tugging down your shorts and panties "You belong to me don't you, sweetheart?" he asked, laying a firm spank on your full ass. You moaned, arching your back lower "All yours, Ji," you whimpered, panting heavily. Jisung chuckled, squeezing your mounds "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he groaned, gulping at the sight of your wet cunt, You mewled, shifting your legs further. He took in a shaky breath "Oh fuck," he sighed, spreading your folds with his fingers. You moaned, blood rushing down to your throbbing clit "Please," you preened. Jisung growled, raising his hand to lay a sharp smack on the pulsing nub "You're absolutely fucked tonight," he chuckled.

Jisung lay on your resting body, nuzzling his face into your back. "Get off," you whined, squashed beneath your lover. He laughed, sitting up, "Okay, okay," he said, sitting by your feet. You sighed, and continue to scroll through your phone. Jisung smirked, pulling your legs across his lap. "Yah!" you squeaked as he laid a firm spank on the back of your thighs. Your breath hitched, holding back a whimper. Jisung groped your ass, laying another smack on your thighs "My sweet little thing," he chuckled breathily.

Felix [Punishment/Maintenance]

"Mhm, fuck," you moaned, thrusting your dildo into your clenching walls. You bucked your hips, bringing your legs closer to your chest. The door swung open, "Hey, sunshine. I'm back early," he said looking up as he watched in. You squeaked, clenching around the dildo from the jolt. Felix chuckled, leaning against the door frame, "Well, what do we have here?" he asked, walking up to you. Your body froze under Felix's overwhelming gaze. He sat on the edge of your bed, gesturing to his lap "Now," he said, voice rumbling into your ears. You instantly laid across, dildo still buried within your dripping pussy. Felix hummed, laying a firm spank on your bare skin "Was your needy cunt that desperate?" he asked, smacking your bottom.

"Look forward," he said, holding your chin towards the mirror. Felix raised his palm, laying heavy firm spanks on your ass "Look how gorgeous you are, sunshine," he said, gripping your jaw. You hiccuped, tears brimming your eyes. Felix grunted, laying another smack "I'm going to show you who's in control, yeah? Your body is mine, your pleasure, your thoughts are all mine. You have no right talking bad about your body," he growled, spanking your thighs. You sobbed, staring at your ruined reflection "Sorry, I'm sorry," you wailed, gripping the sheets. Felix sighed, rubbing your burning skin "You're my precious little sunshine, I can't have you degrading yourself, hm? he said, massaging your bottom. You nodded vigorously, submitting to Felix's touch.

Kim Seungmin [Hardcore/Erotic]

He smirked, making your thighs with a flog "Aww, pretty darling. I'm going to mark you up beautifully," he said, flicking the tool. Tears weld up in your eyes, staring up at him "Mhm," you whimpered. Seungmin chuckled, "Fuck, you look so pretty when you cry," he said, rubbing the marks forming on your skin. Your lips wobbled, hands trembling at your sides. Seungmin's eyes softened, holding your chin "If you need your safeword, tell me," he whispered, slipping out of his role. Your breath shuddered, "Green," you said, licking your bottom lip. Seungmin smiled, gently laying you down "Raise your hips," he said tugging your shorts. You whimpered, cunt bare to the cold air. Seungmin raised the flog, smacking your throbbing clit "Such a pretty clit, it must have been aching, huh?" he taunted. A broken whimper escaped your lips, tingles burning from the pain.

Seungmin cooed, guiding your hips up and down his pulsing cock. You sobbed, nails digging into his shoulder "Minnie, Minnie," you babbled, throwing your head back. Seungmin groped your bottom, laying a heavy spank on your skin. You clenched around his back, back arching from the impact. Seungmin chuckled, laying another spank "Aww, what's wrong?" he asked, fauxing a pout. You hiccuped, hips smacking with each bounce. Seungmin slapped your thigh, grunting as he bucked his hips "Fuck, you feel so good around my throbbing cock, baby," he growled. You sniffled, broken moans slipping past your lips. He grabbed your bottom, thrusting his cock with a brutal pace.

Yang Jeongin [Therapeutic/Punishment]

He groaned, laying next to you "Honey, I'm bored," he grumbled, patting your bottom. You rolled your eyes, turning to him "Find something to do," you said, hugging your pillow. Jeongin chuckled, straddling your back "Don't mind if I do," he said, spanking your bottom, You yelped, staring at him "What the fuck, Innie," you squeaked, glaring at him. Jeongin smirked, patting your ass playfully, "Look at that jiggle, honey," he teased. You grumbled, hiding a subtle smile as you shook your head.

He clicked his tongue, "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" he asked, staring down at you. You sniffled, rutting your hips on his pillow "Need you, Innie," you sobbed, thighs quivering around the fluff. He raised an eyebrow, "You should've waited a minute more," he said cupping your cheek. You held back a wail, arms trembling "Need you so badly. Hurts too much," you keened, rubbing your raw clit on the soft pillowcase. Jeongin sighed, pulling you across his lap "My naughty naughty little honey. Did I ruin you this badly, hm?" he hummed, raising his hand to spank your bottom. You moaned shamelessly, cunt throbbing from the blinding ache. Jeongin chuckled, tracing your sopping clit "Don't cum until I say so, honey," he said, laying another painful spank. You sobbed, clawing the sheets beneath your palm "Can't, can't, can't" you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks. Jeongin cooed, plunging two fingers into your ribbed walls "Of course, you can," he said, laying a sharp spank on your opening. You whimpered, body tensing as you held back your orgasm. Jeongin smirked, rubbing your mounds "Good girl," he praised.

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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hey! i just broke up w my bf of almost two years today and have been really sad.

I wanted to thank you for your works bc there helping me get through this. your hotch x reader works are keeping me sane

idk if your interested but maybe a request of reader breaking up with their partner and is very sad was bc they were so busy w the bau and life so they think its best and hotch is there for her and comforts them. he has feelings for them but doesnt want to make a move bc yk newly single. but he does little things to make her feel better bc he likes to see her smile :)

this is completely self service so you dont have to write but i love you works i think ur my fav writer on here :) i hope all is well love 💜

hi lovey! first off, i'm so sorry that you're going through a breakup. I hope that this can help even just a little bit, please take care of yourself and eat something yummy <333

Today holds new experiences for both you and Aaron. For example, you've never seen him in sweatpants before, and he's never seen you with 4 hours worth of tear-induced eye bags.

As luck would have it, when you turn into the tissue aisle, the metal bars of another cart smash into your own. They weren't going fast, but you were, hellbent on getting what you need and getting out again, so the screeching of metal on metal only makes your headache worse.

"Sorry," You rush, keeping your eyes averted as you yank your cart away from the other. You keep conversation short, but the voice that comes from the person you'd just rammed into makes you stiffen instinctually.

"Y/N?"

It's Hotch.

It's your boss, the man who you try extra hard to be nothing but professional around. The man who's seen you only in perfectly dry cleaned pantsuits and neat hair is seeing you in pajama pants and crocs with a nose so swollen it looks like you've been stung by a bee.

"Hotch," You cringe, nodding politely as you try maneuvering your cart around his, "Sorry for bumping into you. I was in a hurry."

"I can see that," He grabs onto the bars of your cart to stop you from pushing it anywhere, and you chance a cautious look up at his face; his brow is knit in concern, and his eyes are shining with the same look. But your glance upwards reveals that his son is with him, a boy no more than four years old sitting in the cart and looking at you with a tiny hint of terror on his little face, something that probably stems from your no-makeup zombie look. He's mid-chew on a tiny handful of popcorn that he'd probably begged his dad for at the front.

"What happened?" Aaron asks, pulling your attention back to him, and you're slightly relieved he doesn't go for 'Are you alright?'. Clearly, you're not.

"Uh," You sniffle, chuckling dryly, "Bad breakup. Just- getting some tissues, that's all."

"Oh." He hums, hand loosening on your cart, "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um," You glance around the store, knowing not many people are there, but it would still be weird to open up a therapy session in the TP aisle, "No, it's okay. Thank you, though. Really, I appreciate it."

"Okay," Aaron nods, though none of the concern has left his expression, "But if you'd like to some other time, please remember I'm here if you need me. Even if it's late, if you need help I'll give it to you."

His sincerity brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes that he smiles sadly at, and you smear a hand over your eyes to get rid of them, "Thanks, Hotch."

"Mhm," He hums, looking ready to let you go until his son hooks a chubby fist into his shirt.

"Hm?" Aaron looks down, and leans his head next to Jack's when the little boy tugs him closer.

They huddle for a moment, Jack whispering into Aaron's ear, and the man's hand tightens around your cart once more. Just when you thought you'd escaped.

"I think you should." Aaron nods, straightening up, glancing over, and nodding his head towards you, "Go ahead, buddy."

Jack looks up at you with that same hint of apprehension you'd seen earlier, but he digs a fist into his popcorn bucket and extends the hand to you. You actually feel your heart melting, the organ liquifying and dripping through your ribcage to pool like goo in your stomach.

"Uh- maybe," Aaron reaches for the bucket, intent on giving you a handful that hasn't touched sticky toddler hands, but you take Jack's offering without hesitation.

"Thank you, honey," You croon, and he drops the kernels into your open palm, "That does help, popcorn makes me much less sad."

"Daddy makes it for movie night." Jack's voice is soft and sweet, and you smile, sniffling weakly once more.

"Really? That sounds fun, what movies do you watch?"

"We're watching Monsters University tonight," Aaron informs you, then his posture straightens as an idea blooms in his brain, "Y'know, if popcorn makes you less sad, I think you should come and have some with us."

"Oh," Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head on impulse, "No, that's okay. I couldn't-"

"I'm asking you to." It's the firm voice Aaron uses whenever he's giving someone orders around the office; you suppose he can't separate his work life and home life completely.

"I don't like the thought of you being alone," Aaron admits, eyeing the ice cream already in your cart, "How about we pick up another pint and head to checkout?"

"I'll be okay," You reach for a package of tissues, extra large, "Don't worry about it, Aaron."

You don't see it, but Aaron pinches Jack's side lightly, spurring the boy into action.

"Please come over tonight," Jack begs, and you swear he's making his eyes shiny on purpose, "Mike Wazowski is funny, and you can't be sad if you're watching something funny."

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, and you see the faint hint of a smirk playing at his lips; got you.

You take a deep breath in, speaking on the exhale, "Alright. Um, can I bring anything else?"

"Pajamas, maybe." Aaron hums, "Movie nights are always better in pajamas."

You glance disdainfully down at your outfit, ragged pajama pants and a sweatshirt, "Check."

"Perfect," Aaron chuckles, finally letting go of your cart and turning it towards the ice cream aisle, "Let's go, buddy, if Y/N's coming over tonight, you need a bath. She doesn't wanna sit with a stinky boy."

"I'm not stinky!" Jack insists, looking like he's never been more offended in his life.

Aaron leans in, theatrically sniffing at the space near Jack's shoulder. He bugs his eyes out, turning his head to the side and fake-coughing, "Woah."

Jack roars with laughter at his dad's dramatics, feet kicking at his Aaron's stomach, and the sound of his giggles make the popcorn you're munching on taste a little bit sweeter.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

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bliss4boo · 5 months ago

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⪩⪨ My Jinx Headcanons ⪩⪨

¡wlw jinx!

Bye I just realized I haven’t posted in like a year…

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◍ Jinx would literally add a lot of sugar to everything

“Baby can you pass me the sugar?”

“Huh? I already put some in your coffee??”

“Sure you did….now please give it to me!!”

“You’re gonna get diabetes.”

◍ When you guys would make out or anything like that her eyes would go pink. And this would freak you out but bro does not care.

“Mmmh….hey jinx….nuh uh!!”

“whaaaaaaaaat”

“stop with the pink you’re freaking me out”

“Bruh I can’t help it” *goes back to kissing*

◍ Actually brain rot and thinks she’s so funny.

“Ho is you coo?”

“What…?”

“Baby stop I’m holding SPACE💜”

“What are you talking about??”

“That’s my LIME💜”

“jinx what are you on😭”

“who is this DIVA💜”

“get out”

◍ She literally can’t get moody with you. Like everytime she does she either stops or you clock her tea.

“Bro my math homework is so hard.”

“Maybe if you actually paid attention it wouldn’t be.”

“You know what? I remember Vi saying she would help tutor me….let me go ask her for help.”

“No no no I’m just joking….ill help you.”

◍ Addicted to Roblox. She literally has spent so much money on that game and is always on it. She plays on her pc or her pink iPad. She always face times you to play with her because no one else will💔

“Hi ba-”

“Roblox right now!??”

“Please babyyyyyyy.”

“ugh whatever.” *joins*

“Yayayay let’s play dress to impress.”

◍ Forces you to learn TikTok dances and do them with her.

◍ This girl would definitely spam you on TikTok.

◍ Bro literally has no sense of survival instinct.

“Woah look at this mushroom. I wonder if it’s poisonous?”

“Hm I don’t know” *eats it*

“JINX? WHAT THE FUCK??”

“It taste fine.”

“YOURE GONNA DIE??”

you ended up sobbing for hours until you found out she was fine. She felt so bad and promised to never do that again.

◍ She loves physical touch. Like this girl will not leave you alone ANYWHERE. Like while you’re studying. She’s on you. If you’re cooking. She’s on you. At school. She’s literally always holding ur arm or hand.

◍ She sometimes is crazy at school and doesn’t really seem like she’s paying attention but she’s actually super smart.

“Fuck I got a 65 on my test.”

“Oh no!!”

“What did you get?”

“100….”

“WHAT?”

◍ She listens to a lot of k-pop (her favs are Loona and Twice), Chappell Roan, Doja Cat, and when she’s in a mood The Marías

◍ When you guys are having a little make out sesh in her room she literally would always forget to lock the door. Like bro wants that cookie BAD. So one time mid make our sesh the door opened.

*kissing*

*Vi opens the door* “Jinx have you seen my s-”

*stares and you guys both look over*

“Omg Vi get the fuck out!?” *throws a stuffy at her*

“Sorry…??!” *leaves*

“Mhm….now where were we.” *kisses*

◍ Has a little bit of a jealousy problem. She won’t say anything but her body language definitely shows it.

*finishes talking with my friend*

“Hi baby!”

“Hi…” *her eyes are pink*

“Jinx no I don’t want her. Let’s go.” *kisses her*

“Okay.” *gets a little smile*

#jinx #arcane #jinxarcane #fluff #jinxfluff #jinxwlw #arcanewlw #wlw #headcanons #short

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localsymp · 2 years ago

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‘New hashira’ Genmui shortfic💜💙

If you don’t like the ship(boyxboy) then DNI. Note: AU where Genya becomes a hashira? Btw if I got any info wrong please tell me!

Genya had just finished a mission in the dead of night, but it wasn’t your usual low-rank demon tonight. No, he encountered a lower moon. A part of the 12 kizuki. He managed to defeat it as it was lower moon 4, but he still got quite a lot of wounds on his body, that his strange ability couldn’t heal anymore, as his demon form has not long worn off. He was just stumbling around in the dead of night, trying to find his way to the Butterfly Mansion. The location of the mission was far from there, so he might encounter another demon if he wasn’t careful, which he really didn’t want, since he was really tired already.

The sun was rising thankfully and Genya could see the Butterfly Mansion in the near distance. He hadn’t met another demon that night, thankfully, but he was still quite tired. He finally got to the entrance, as the triplets already saw him and how wounded he was. They quickly took him to Shinobu, who bandaged him up. “Say, what demon have you encountered Genya-san?” She asks politely with curiosity as, she fixes him up, knowing these kind of wounds shouldn’t come from an unranked demon. “Ah, well I met the lower moon 4. It wasn’t the easiest but I did it.” He says, tiredness in his voice. “My, my, doesn’t that mean, you’ll become a hashira? You should report this to the Master, don’t you think?” She asks in a kind tone, slightly excited about a new co-worker. “Well, I’m planning to, after I get a bit of rest of course.” He says as the doctor in the room nods along, and is finished with treating him.

It has been quite some time after Genya was fixed up, and he has sent a letter to the Master, just waiting for the reply. He hears a knock on the door of his room, wondering who it could be. “Come in.” He says, as he watches a familiar black and teal haired boy step into the room. “I heard you came back from your mission, and just wanted to spend time with you if that’s fine.” Mui says kindly with a slight smile on his face. “Of course. I’m just resting, and waiting for a reply from Master.” He says as he lets out a sigh, as he sees his lover sit down next to him close. “Hm, why? Did something happen on the mission?” Muichiro asked curiously, as he got pulled onto the taller boy’s lap and feeling arms around his small body. “Mhm. I encountered lower moon 4 and I’ll probably be a hashira.” He said as he rested his chin on his partner’s head. Something about what Genya said made Muichiro excited. He didn’t quite know what, but he knew something did. “Well that’s great! Congrats Genya! I can’t wait to see you in your new uniform.” The smaller one said, excitement filling his voice, as he hears a hum as response. Genya lays down gently pulling Mui down with him. Muichiro lays on his lover’s chest, getting relaxed.

“Let’s just rest for now okay? I’m really tired.” Genya said as he held a tighter grip on the smaller boy. Mui nodded, as he got more comfortable, and both of them closed their eyes, drifting to sleep, only to probably dream together.

Note: I am so sorry for not posting a lot I’ve just been busy with other things and genmuiweek. I hope you enjoyed and can wait perhaps.

#genmui #genmui is so lovey dovey #kny genya #kny muichiro #genya shinazugawa #muichiro tokito

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princessloverboy · 10 months ago

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When I saw your responses this morning I was smiling so much that the person in the room asked me what had me so happy/smiley XD

You're so amazing, kind, nice, and sweet,,, you are so patient with me even though I'm asking so many questions and being weird as hell... I appreciate you so much, thank you for existing.

What's your favorite weather? Do you like to go swimming? Ice skating? Roller skating? Biking? Do you like ice cream? If so, what's your favorite flavor? Opinion on the sun? Do you prefer night or day? Do you have a favorite constellation?

~ 🌌

awh ty lovey 😭💜 youre too nice

What's your favorite weather?

i have to say rain! i love the smell and dancing around in it... or fog :3

Do you like to go swimming?

mhms! i wasnt able to for. a while bc of my cuts but ive been clean for around three months now and went recently and it was so fun!

Ice skating? Roller skating? Biking?

i'd like to do all three a lot more, but its hard with my chronic knee pain :,) still funsies tho!

Do you like ice cream? If so, what's your favorite flavor?

(lactose intolerant) fuck yeah dude its so good 🗣️🗣️ MINT CHOCOLATE ON TOP

Opinion on the sun?

if i think abt it for too long i start crying /pos (i think)

but fr im terribly sensitive to heat so it sucks sometimes </3 but i love laying in the sun and napping

Do you prefer night or day?

hm... probably night

Do you have a favorite constellation?

andromeda :)

#ollie says things #asks #🌌 anon

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ssentimentals · 5 months ago

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Awh man I was excited for it 😔😔

BUT it is alright!!

Hmm maybe soft prompt #31 with Minghao or DK. Idk they both are suitable with it 😭😭 So u choose

THANK U <33

-😼

hello-hello my 😼anon! gladly will write for you. let's go with seokmin for this one, yeah? thank you for requesting 💜 hopefully you will like it!

fluff prompt: 'dance with me.'

cuddling with seokmin is your favorite way to pass time. his solid weight underneath you, his strong arms around you, his comforting presence next to you - all of it is everything you need after a particularly long day at work. seokmin has this uncanny ability to guess what kind of support you need before you can even ask it from him; he's too attuned to you and your feelings. that's why when he saw you coming back hom with a frown on your face and pouty lips, he knew that cuddling session was in for tonight.

'feeling better, angel?' he asks, kissing your forehead. 'you've been very silent.'

'mhm.' you hide your face deeper in his chest, sighing. 'sorry. i'm good now.'

'what can i do for you, hm? tell me.' seokmin gently rubs your back, knowing how soothing you find this gesture. 'should i cook something? sing something? i can start my stand-up comedy show right now if you wanna laugh.'

you smile at this. your heart warms up at how focused on you and you wellbeing seokmin is - his kind soul is ready to go far and beyond for your happiness. you look up, bumping at his chin with your nose: 'i don't need a thing, seokkie. thank you though.'

seokmin goes through things that make you happy in his mind, which one is the most attainable right now? lightbulb lights up in his mind at the brilliant idea. 'angel, get up. dance with me.' at your confused expression, he gently untangles your limbs and stands up with a wide smile on his face. 'c'mon, you'll love it. dance with me.'

you're not sure, but it's seokmin and it's hard to say no when he stares at you like that. instantly taking you into his arms once you stand up, seokmin first starts humming and then proceeds to sing your favorite song in a low tone. 'seokkie, baby,' you let out in disbelief as he slowly urges you to move. he only smiles at you, not faltering once in his moves or his singing. his voice is magical and your heart swells with emotion as you watch him go out of his way to make you feel better. seeing how your eyes shine with unshed tears, seokmin softens and leans in, resting his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper now. cuddling with seokmin might be your favorite way to pass time, but slowly swaying him in your room, while he sings you your favorite song, looking at you like this right here is where he'd like to stay forever... well, it might just be your second favorite.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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fakesimp · 2 years ago

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Hiya !!! i love your account so much <33 keep what your doing because you’re doing great !!

may i ask for a fluff with a bit of smut with Aster ? as far as i know you didn’t do one with him so why not ^^

Thigh highs, with Aster Arcadia

Warning !

Slight nsfw ; Fluff ; Flirty ! Clingy ! Aster ; Kissing ; Mentions of Handcuffs ; Mentions of Sex ; Established Relationship

A/n !

I have no idea what to write for him but this is, what I could think of-

Also uhhh, the title and the content utc might be a bit, off.. apologies (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) , also thank you for the kind words !! I'll try my best anon 💜 hehe

I hope you like this anon !

➶◜◝➴

"Baabeee"

He called you, your Beloved Starlight from upstairs, loud enough that you can hear him all the way downstairs. It took you a moment before going to where he is, "What's wrong Aster?" You asked as you walk down the hallway and stopped in the middle. Waiting for his reply, "Over hereee" he replied in his streaming room.

You went over to the room and peeked inside to see him on the couch, looking at his own legs, that's, wearing..

Thigh highs.

"Hi babe~ look at the new thigh highs i bought~~" he said as his eyes sparkle, you blinked, and slowly closing the door.

Taking a deep breath before opening it again, making the male letting out a small chuckle. "Why so shy, I haven't even done anything yet.." he said making you stopped walking for a moment before you continue approaching him, "So why did you call me here?" You tried to avoid his flirtatious remarks.

"Hm~ here, take this" he didn't push further on the flirting, for now. At least, that's what you thought. And you look at what he gave you, "Wh, ...at am i suppose to do with, these again." You hesitantly asked as you stare at the thing he gave you. "Use it, what else you should do with handcuffs." He said and slowly smirks at you, you look back at him. Mouth slightly agape, you tried to reply but no words are coming out.

"Me? Using the handcuffs or you-" you stopped half way and look down on the handcuffs, He then chuckled, "You're so cute babe, asking for everything. I'm just kidding, put it on the table there, and come hereee.." he said as he gesture you to come closer.

"I want cuddles." He said as he did the doe eyes at you, you slightly bit your lower lip. And went to him and pull him up from the couch, "if you want to cuddle, let's cuddle in the bedroom.." you said as you gently hold his hand and led both you and him to your shared bedroom.

. . .

"Mm, this is nice.." he said as he snuggle up to you, him slightly pushing his head under your chin, his arms around your waist, his legs entangled itself around yours. You can feel the thigh highs material brushing against your legs, "Mhm.. are you going to sleep?" You asked as you ran a hand through his hair, it's so soft.

"Well, that was the plan, what? Did you want me to do something else instead..??"

"Nevermind go to sle-- mmh-!?"

"Hmm.. I change my mind,

... wanna do it? Hehe."

A/n !

There we go ! I am sorry in advance if he's ooc, i tried my best (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) I hope this exceeds your expectations

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil #aster arcadia #aster arcadia x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years ago

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Hello dear!💜 My request for the alphabet event is for Silver- A, K, U Idia- I, X, C Deuce - I, B, U I'll send another one, probably, so I'll be right back~

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, violence, blood, murder, death, manipulation, stalking, spoilers for masquerade event in Silvers part

Deuce Spades-I, B, U/Idia Shroud-I, X, C/Silver- A, K, U

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mind washing that stain?

Deuce having a violent background is no big secret

So yeah, of course he is capable of some damage

And he gets quicker too since he has started using magic for it again

You want to be crushed by a huge cauldron? No? Thought so

It's also very messy

“Why is there a knife in your bag?” “Hm? There is one?”

Since he has started becoming more violent again he has started to cross lines he didn't cross before

A shiny bit of metal has me er hurt? Right?

Yeah tell that that one student who accidentally bumped into you

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A peaceful one

Deuce wants to be the best person he can be

It's just sometimes a bit hard...

You know, keeping others away from you... accidentally breaking someone's leg

Surprisingly no one has found that one body yet

A family with you

Even if you can't have children I can see him wanting that warmth

So one day you might wake up just to see a kid sitting at the end of the bed all whilst shaking

“I found our child! Aren't they the cutest.”

Mhm Deuce went full kidnapper here

And since he is so delusional he really thinks that they are your child

Good luck

One where you can be uninterrupted

Deuce hates it when people are even breathing the same air as you

This has led to some not so pretty scenes

Don't ask about that red paint, its just from painting the roses

Mhm. Sure. “Paint”

One where he doesn't have to lie to you

Keeping you away from others is a bit hard and there is really no reason why you should stay away from people

Well, unless we take Deuces feelings into account

So he lies. Lies that everyone is after you. Lies that they are disgusted by your mere presence since you are from a different world

He is also very delusional here, after some time he believes that he is some sort of protector

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

What is special about his uh... “infatuation” is how much he is in denial

Despite him being definitely one of the more violent ones he doesn't think that he does this out of selfish goals

“This is all for them and their protection!” Yeah. No. Deuce, no.

He once had a blackout moment and when he woke up again there was a freshly covered hole in the middle of the woods

His ability to fool you unknowingly

Deuce truly believes that he is doing this for your good

And you know what is worse than a manipulative liar? One that actually believes their words

There is just no way of disproving them from their logic

Hang in there

I'm sure one day you can slip out... hopefully

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He isn't cruel physically, “just” mentally

India is a shut-in, one on a completely different level than most

So he doesn't understand

Why do you need to go out? Everything you need is here

But he would never purposefully hurt you

Well, the only time would be if you ever were to escape but that is a different can of worms

Is overall very gentle but...

He rarely does something with you

Physically at least

The cameras are a different story

This of course adds to your own personal hell

It's already bad enough to be imprisoned here but also to be monitored every second? Not sure how good that is for your mental health...

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

One where you are never to leave him

Idia is very aware that his actions aren't the best if not to say horrid

But being with you is so addicting... give hi. More of your presence

You are his God and Idia is nothing more than a lonely soul hoping that his prayer might reach you

Which prayers? Prayers of your neverending love of course

A future in which you can also be happy

It's already bad for you but it's also not a walk in a flower field for him

Idia is very sensitive to the feelings of those around him

So is it that hard to believe that he wishes for you to be happy as well?

Now that I think about it, this might be more selfish than originally thought....

A future in which he can trust you without constantly watching you

Idia doesn't know what he would do if you were ever to escape

But there is that wish that maybe one day you would accept your situation

And maybe love him back? That would be a dream come true

A future in which he can finally forget the fire

Idia might have burned someone to the ground

But hey, what was he supposed to do?

They were about to tell you how much they adored you

And, well, his hair is pretty expressive, wouldn't you agree?

That doesn't mean he won't have nightmares from that

One day you might hold him whilst he sleeps, making him forget the pair of eyes staring back at him whilst flesh and bone melted into nothingness

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Neverending devotion

Idia grew up in a place where you were a literal God

So yeah, you might be able to imagine how he sees you

But when you ask him when he will finally let you go he will start to cower in front of you whilst clawing at the skin of your legs

Has he done something wrong? It's his fault, right? Of course it is! Y-you are bleeding! Oh what has he done??! He is worth of no-

Please hug him. No matter how much you hate him at that point just do it

Self-sacrifice

Idia wants nothing but a teeny tiny bit of your love

So when you tell him you want something he will find and get it

Even if it means not sleeping for an entire week he will do it

So unless it's something simple I wouldn't recommend ever telling him when you want something

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Once upon a dream

Silver often tells you that he dreamt of you once more

This man will spend every single hour of his existence at least thinking about you

And you can even tell that he is dreaming about you

If his occasional murmuring of your name doesn't give you the clue then that he hugs his pillow close to him, clutching it, almost ripping it

Just how he forces his hugs onto you

Giving you always his attention

Lilia wants something? That can wait

Right now he has you in his arms

It's already hard enough to keep himself awake with how warm you are but once that phase of you fighting against him has passed you even pat his back sometimes

And that is not all

You just need to call out the three first letters of his name and he is there

It's almost like he is always watching you

Acts of service

“Aww how cute!” No.

I mean yes if this was a normal relationship

But here you two are, him having literally kidnapped you

But if there is something he can do he will do it

You are hungry? There is an entire four courses meal prepared

You are tired? No need to worry. Not only does he understand how you feel right now but also will carry you to bed and tuck you in

And this is where the creepy part starts

You may think “He just prepares some food and carries you”, right?

Wrong, when he carried you to bed for the first time he had even changed your clothing without asking you first

And when he cooks and you don't look like you are inhaling the food because of how good it is he will look like a kicked puppy

Boundaries just don't exist

If you tell him that something makes you uncomfortable though then he will stop it

Well, unless it's about the hugs and sharing warmth, there is no stopping him

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In public

He lets you out? Uh... Somewhere between yes and no

Silver is aware of how much a human needs interaction with others

But when you are outside for your half an hour walk he is staring so intense that everyone is avoiding you

He is more like a guard than a loving lover outside

But there is just no way he could let others come too close. What if they were to hurt you??!

You two holding hands? Yes but only so that you don't run off and so that the rope binding you to him isn't easy to spot

How cute you two are

In private

That glare? Mhm gone

But so are also the boundaries he had in public

Suddenly it's back to keeping you close

There just is no escape from him

Even if you had the keys to this house you would constantly be held by him, making it impossible to leave

Just tell him that he needs to wear thinner clothes. He can get pretty warm if they are too thick

Best comparison is eating too many sweets

His affection is the sweets but it's just so much sugar that it melts your teeth away

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Him not understanding lines that shouldn't be crossed

It's almost ironic

He understands that humans need certain things like interactions

But he seems to forget that you shouldnt force yourself on one

Its almost like he ignores some things

But that can't be, right?

His way of making you dependent on him

Silver willies certain spells and potions that make you dream of him

If you tell a person long enough that they feel a certain way they start to believe it

So you either have nerves of steel and hold on until another one of them snatches you away (Frollo could be a pretty good candidate for that with his little botanic talent) or you are a lost cause

“Once upon a dream”, huh...

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minminyoonjii · 2 years ago

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Hi um would you be willing to please make another part to the tentacle monster with jeongin and Seungmin this time? ❤️ (if I accidentally sent this twice I’m sorry it’s been glitchy and idk if the first one sent and I know you’re busy) I love your writing it’s so well done. ❤️

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🕯Summary:

Seungmin wanted to tease Jeongin into a pile of mush when slick pooled up to his ankles, holding him down.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.8K

Seungmin rolled back his shoulders, "What time is it?" he questioned, glancing at the clock in his room. He stood up, stretching his arms "Is anyone else home?" he mumbled, grabbing his phone. "Innie are you in there?" Seungmin asked, knocking on Jeongin's door. "Yeah, hyung," a muffled reply echoed through the door. Seungmin smiled, opening the door "What are you up to?" he asked, jumping onto Jeongin's bed.

"Just scrolling through videos, nothing much," he answered, looking back down on his phone. Seungmin hummed, crawling between Jeongin's legs. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at Seungmin with a raised eyebrow. Seungmin chuckled, "Don't mind me, I just want to lay my head on your stomach," he said, getting himself comfortable. Jeongin wrinkled his nose, running his fingers through Seungmin's hair.

"Thank you, Innie," Seungmin whispered, wrapping his arms around Jeongin's waist. "You look so tense, hyung," Jeongin whispered back, setting his phone aside to rub Seungmin's shoulders. "Mhm, I know," he replied, grunting and groaning. Jeongin's breath hitched, sitting up straight against his headboard. Seungmin grumbled at the sudden shift "What's wrong?" he asked, looking up at Jeongin's widened eyes.

"Nothing, nothing. It's nothing," Jeongin rambled, shutting his eyes. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows when he felt a twitch against his abdomen. "Don't say a word, hyung," Jeongin whispered, covering his eyes. Seungmin laid back on Jeongin's stomach "It's normal, Innie. You're alright," he said, unintentionally adding pressure on Jeongin's aching bulge. "Oh fuck," Jeongin moaned breathily, covering his mouth to hold it back.

Seungmin sat back up, drawing a low muffled whimper past Jeongin's palms "Do you need me to leave?" he asked, rubbing Jeongin's calves reassuringly. Jeongin shook his head, spreading his legs apart "Please, please. Help me, hyung," he hiccuped, staring up at Seungmin with half-lidded eyes. Seungmin nodded, hooking his fingers under the band of Jeongin's shorts "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, gently tugging them down.

Jeongin nodded, raising his hips. "Words, baby," Seungmin said, rubbing Jeongin's bare stomach. "Yes, please, yes, hyung," he babbled, digging his nails into the sheets. Seungmin removed Jeongin's shorts, "I got you, baby. Hyung's got you," he said, tossing Jeongin's shorts in the laundry basket. Jeongin whimpered, cock throbbing on his stomach. Seungmin cooed, "You look so cute, baby. Such a pretty. Needy. Cock," he said, wrapping his hand around Jeongin's dick.

"Thank you, hyung," Jeongin slurred, tossing his head back as Seungmin pressed his thumb between his leaking slit. "That's it, sweet boy. Just relax for hyung, hm? Hyung will take care of you," Seungmin praised, pumping his hand up and down Jeongin's slicking cock. Jeongin keened, lips wobbling from the pleasure burning under his skin. Seungmin hummed, twisting his fist around Jeongin's pulsing cockhead.

Jeongin choked on a sob, bucking his hips into Seungmin's tightly wrapped palm. "Such a good boy, letting hyung pamper you like this," Seungmin chuckled, pumping his wrist faster. Jeongin cried out a moan, digging his heels into the sheets as he arched his back. "Aww, baby. Is this too much? Is hyung's hand too good?" Seungmin smirked, leaning down to lick between Jeongin's dripping slit. "Hyung, hyung, hyung," Jeongin sobbed, running his hand through Seungmin's hair.

"Hyung's here, baby," Seungmin hummed, slowing down his pace. A pout formed on Jeongin's lips, his cheeks flushed, eyes blurry from tears brimming. Seungmin cooed, "You're absolutely adorable," he said, keeping his slow pace up and down Jeongin's aching cock. "Hyung's being mean," Jeongin sulked, glaring at Seungmin. "I know, baby. Hyung's the meanest isn't he," Seungmin replied, releasing his hold around Jeongin's cock.

A broken whimper escaped Jeongin's lips, riling Seungmin up further "Hyung's going to get some things, okay? Don't touch," he said, stepping down from the bed. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, stepping into black pooling slick "What the fuck," he mumbled, looking around the room. Jeongin noticed that Seungmin paused, "What's wrong, hyung?" he rasped, moving to the edge of the bed. "Jeongin, stay there," Seungmin said, stopping Jeongin from moving further.

Thin tendrils wrapped around Seungmin's calves, trailing up his legs. Jeongin's eyes widened as more tendrils crawl up the bed frame "Where is it coming from?" he asked, looking for the source. The closet shook and more tendrils escaped past its seams. The tendrils grew bigger, lifting Seungmin up "Oh shit," he yelped, hands moving to grab onto something. A tentacle moved under Seungmin's back holding him securely.

Jeongin hugged his knees in the middle of the bed as more black slickness drenched the sheets "Hyung," he sniffled, watching as a tendril waited in front of Jeongin's face. "Are you going to hurt us?" he asked, peeking from between his knees. The tendrils swayed from left to right indicating a 'No'. Jeongin grew more courage to raise his head, "What do you want then?" he asked, gently reaching out to touch the tendril.

Tentacles and tendrils alike wrapped themselves around Jeongin's appendages, holding him down. Jeongin gulped, cock growing harder from being pinned down. Seungmin's breath hitched staring down at the sight below him "Fuck, baby. You look so helpless," he rasped, squirming as the tentacles removed his clothing. Jeongin whimpered, embarrassment crawling under his skin from being displayed so bare "Hyung," he whined, wanting to cover his eyes but the tentacles held him tight.

Seungmin choked on a chuckle, slumping forward when a tentacle wrapped around his hardening cock "Fuck," he keened, his bangs covering his eyes. Jeongin moaned, slick covering every inch of his lower half. The tentacles vibrated under the warmth, probing Jeongin's clenching rim. "Please, fuck, oh fuck. Need something, need it, please," Jeongin begged, submitting himself to the tentacles' motions.

Seungmin groaned, pressing his nails into his palm as the thin tendrils tugged and pulled on his nipples "Don't tease," he grunted, gritting his teeth. The tentacles followed Seungmin's command, quickening their strokes around his cock. Jeongin felt himself losing composure, "Please fuck me, please," he sobbed, tears dripping freely. The tentacles pushed in slowly, working Jeongin's tight hole open.

"Yes, yes, thank you," Jeongin hiccuped, tugging on the tentacles around his limbs. The tentacle thrust with an affectionate pace, fucking Jeongin's rim slowly and deeply. Moans and whimpers split without any restraint "Ah, ah, Hgh!" Jeongin wailed out. The tentacle picked up its pace, thrusting itself with more vigour, hitting Jeongin's aching prostate. "Oh fuck, fuck, me," he sobbed, cock bouncing against his stomach untouched.

Seungmin whimpered, eyes locked on the bulge forming under Jeongin's skin with each drag of the tentacle within his rim "Fuck me, please," he rasped, chest heaving for air. Tentacles adjusted Seungmin's position effortlessly, thrusting slowly. Seungmin choked on a moan, eyes rolling back from the initial drag of the tentacle within his ass. Jeongin blinked past his tears, lips wobbling at the sight of his hyung being defiled in front of him.

The tentacles felt Jeongin's hole loosen, it pulled out of Jeongin's gapping rim. "Why?" Jeongin sniffled, feeling so empty. A thicker tentacle lined itself in front of Jeongin's hole, thrusting itself with one smooth push. Jeongin arched his back, head clouding with blurry haze. The tentacle picked up a relentless pace, aiming for Jeongin's swollen prostate with each thrust. A raw croak escaped Jeongin's lips "I'm going to cum!" he wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking the sheets further.

The tentacle kept its pace constant, pounding against the throbbing gland. "Ah!" Jeongin screamed out, his body writhing against the sheets. The tentacle fucked him through his orgasm, coaxing every last drop of his cum. Jeongin trembled, seeing stars cover his vision. The tentacle kept itself buried within his clenching walls, making sure Jeongin comes down from his high carefully.

Seungmin wasn't faring any better himself. The tentacle pounded at his prostate without a hitch, thrusting at a brutal pace. Drool dripped down his chin, precum pooling within the tendril's grip around his cock. "I-I fuck so cl-close," he stuttered, hips jerking as his orgasm grew closer to the edge. The tentacle plunges deeper within his hole, pressing right against his abused prostate "Fuck!" Seungmin strangled out, shutting his eyes tight.

His walls spasm and contracted around the tentacle, overstimulation burning from the last few thrusts. Seungmin panted, finding himself next to Jeongin's sex-dazed expression "Are you feeling alright?" he croaked, stroking Jeongin's cheek. "Ahm," Jeongin rasped, curling up under Seungmin's chin. The black mass pooled to the side of the bed, forming a humanoid figure. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you?" he asked, too weak to move.

The monster lifted Seungmin up "A monster," it gargled, using its tentacles to turn on the water. Seungmin frowned, "Why would you call yourself that?" he asked, testing the temperature before allowing the monster to lay him in. It tilted its head, "I am one," it gargled, walking away to bring Jeongin. Seungmin opened his arms, holding Jeongin against his chest. "Do the others know of your existence?" Seungmin asked, lathering soap on Jeongin's slick-covered body.

"Yes," it answered blatantly before changing the slick-stained sheets to new ones. A sudden knock on the door stopped the monster in its tracks. Minho opened the door, eyes widened at the sight of the monster holding the fluid-stained sheets "Again? Really? Do you know how expensive sheets are these days?" Minho scolded, handing the monster the laundry basket. The monster hung its head, cleaning up.

"Hyung?" Seungmin called out, tightening his hold around Jeongin. Minho walked into the bathroom, running his fingers through Seungmin's hair "Are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, squirting shampoo on his palm. Seungmin nodded "What is that monster, hyung?" he asked, looking up at Minho. "Well, I can't confirm its origins but it lurks within our house," Minho explained, soaping up Jeongin's hair.

"Does it fuck anyone its sees?" Seungmin asked, rinsing off the soap. "Hm, there is a pattern. It comes out when someone is heavily aroused. The timing is unpredictable though, so there's that," Minho replied, wrapping Jeongin's sleeping body with a towel. The monster gurgled, gesturing to the bed. "Thank you for cleaning up," Minho said, setting Jeongin down on the clean sheets. The monster preened, kissing Minho's forehead.

Minho hummed, lifting Seungmin up "Cuddle up and rest, I'll wake you up before dinner," he said, tucking them in. "Okay," Seungmin grumbled, letting his exhaustion take over. The monster kissed their forehead, "Rest," it gargled, patting their bodies. Minho crossed his arms, "You need to make yourself known to Changbinnie and Hannie. Six out of Eight is enough don't you think?" he said, looking at the monster.

"Yes," it gargled, leaning down for Minho to pat its head. Minho chuckled, "Good. Let's leave these boys to sleep," he whispered, watching the monster slip into the darkness of the room. Minho left the door slightly agape before he left, letting some light in. Soft snores echoed within the room. The monster watched over them, lurking within every crevice.

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