#the mos the will get out of me is a good giggle and a head of salt n peppa baby

[huntingcupid]

MULTO — J.Y

hindi na na-nanaginip hindi na ma-makagising pasindi na ng ilaw minumulto na 'ko ng damdamin ko ng damdamin ko 'di mo ba ako lilisanin? hindi pa ba sapat pagpapahirap sa 'kin?

⌗ YOONCHAE — fem!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, exes, crying, long distance relationship, lovers to strangers, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — 2 years had passed yet even as you see her succeeding you can't help but feel a twinge of sorrow, missing what you two used to be, what you could've been

⌗ CUPID — hihi multo means ghost by the way its a filipino song by cup of joe, its meaning is dealing with a person ypu loved dissappearing/growing distant, and how their presence haunts you, aka missing them

the café was quiet only the hum of the soft music playing from the TV was audible and the soft clicking of keyboards, you had chose this place to study

you weren't one to go to public places to read nor learn you preferred the comfort of your dorm yet for once maybe you wanted a challenge, it smelled heavenly in here as well and unlike other cafés whom have bitter or oversweet tasting matcha they had a pretty good one a perfect balance if you do say so yourself

after typing in the last few words of your essay, you stretched and unexpectedly looked at the tv, It was playing random kpop and western music, but somehow katseye was playing the song “touch” — you stared at it for a bit, and seeing yoonchae was something you didn’t want to do

yoonchae and you were highschool sweethearts, the two quiet nerdy girls in the back of the class giggling over stupid jokes and making silly doodles on each others notebooks — it all changed when yoonchae told you about her auditioning to a company named hybe

“wait, does that mean you're gonna leave me?” you murmur, you two sat in front of a convenience store sipping on hot instant ramen — “i- uhm i don't know y/n — but I'm not accepted yet! we can still stay together” yoonchae says trying to brighten up the mood her hands covering yours as she rubs her thumb across your palm

you nod, yet deep down you knew she already got accepted, yoonchae dreamed about being an idol, she would yap to you for hours on end, showing fancams of her favorite groups — smiling stupidly when seeing girls her age debuting

“yoon, you know I'll support you right? — it's okay if you leave it's for your dreams anyway” you mutter back looking into the youngers eyes seeing a hint of hesitation, you knew how much she loved you, how much she cared about you — you cared the same way, so if that meant letting her go you would do it with no problem, “but, i-” the Korean tried reasoning before you shake your head just smiling softly at her

“yoon, it's alright — if you need me I'm only one call away” you replied, at that moment yoonchaes shoulders weren't tense anymore and she looked rather calmer — “i love you” she says shyly blushing lightly, “i love you more dummy” you giggle

that month yoonchae started packing and buying random things to bring, sending random letters to her other friends and distant family — she started missing school and deleting her posts on social media which you knew was needed but some of the post was your memories with her,

"사랑 (love) i have to go tomorrow, can you help me get to the airport?” yoonchae asks over the phone — you smile to yourself but a twinge of sadness started spreading in you, “yes of course darling” you replied, yoonchae then talks about the place she was going to and how different it looked until you two fell asleep while on call

the morning of the youngers flight you wait outside her house, seeing her walk out with her life in two huge bags was something that definitely hurt and made you proud — she's growing up so quickly, you felt tears fall to your cheeks and immediately yoonchae comes running to you, “are you crying?, baby don't cry!” yoonchae murmurs hugging you tightly

her head on your shoulders as you let her vanilla perfume invade your senses — “mhm, I'm just happy seeing you be brave and grow so fast” you mutter back, her mom hugs you two and smile softly — the drive was short yet with yoonchaes hand over yours it felt like forever, you'd often steal glances at her seeing how happy she looked and excited she was made you the happiest woman ever

the car parked near the entrance and you helped the younger bring her bags in, it felt like time was moving so quickly

yoonchae started crying as she hugs her family and finally you, she murmurs a bunch of things talking about how nervous and worried she is yet you reassured her – it felt unreal that she was leaving alone, and you didn't want to cry, you didn't want to make her feel worse, so you smile through it and just waved her off

that very night you sobbed into your pillows already missing the girl, missing her hug, her jokes and her voice — you went through you favorite albums in your gallery, pictures of you two or just her — drawing, dancing, singing or going to the park

the first week you two learned how to get over the time difference and with her busy schedule, the second week you stopped calling reasoning that she needed to focus on her training, the third you two mutually agreed to stop talking — it hurt yet you knew it was for the best,

"its for the best right?" yoonchae asks almost hesistant her voice small and fragile, "it is yoonie, i love you okay?" you mutter back tears flowing to your face, yoonchae murmurs an i love you back before the call ended, the very last call you two had

you'd silently support her, voting for her every mission even making a fan account, when she debuted it felt like you also got your dream come true, after her debut you stopped watching her content and started focusing on yourself, studying and studying

you'd often stumble across old pictures and your texts with yoonchae and reminisce about what you two were, your classmates would ask if you two were still talking, you'll dodge the question and try to keep her name out of your mind yet when the nights too lonely, you'd relapse and think about her again

you blink and turn back to your laptop, biting your lip as you fight back your emotions, checking your essay one final time before packing up and leaving the café, yoonchae was and will always be the right person, yet you two met in the wrong time, fell in love at the wrong time — all you hope was for her to be happy, happy that her and your dreams were now accomplished, she'll always be in your mind, in your heart like a ghost haunting your everyday life, yet this ghost you didn't want to leave

wc: 1.1k words

hey erm i love yoonchae so this is literally the most angsty thing i can write for her oml

[evangeline-huntington]

It was as if every time they spent together, the world shrunk and time reversed - and they were two little girls again, all stockings and tiny loud shoes, even louder and squealish voices, with only appetites for play, adventure, and, still, ice creams. Back when they kept their hair down and were expected home for dinner. Evie and Maude were time-travelers, spanning the course of all the universes in search of something simpler, something sweeter, something kinder. Maude was the dearest companion Evie could hope for, the safest travel partner she'd had across the treachery of real life. Every trip was worth every second spent.

"Me, give speeches?" she chortled, stepping onto a crate and spanning her arms out wide. "Could you imagine me preaching to a crowd? I'd be covered in flour before I could so much as start!"

Evie stepped down and laughed at Maude's continued tantrum. "Lucky for us, I'm not your father - otherwise I'd have to cut you off altogether for fear of losing those pretty teeth to all these sweets! And you'd be getting sent home, no doubt you've escaped another lesson in high society ladyship this afternoon to come visit me."

Just like that, Evie fell into a bashful giggle when her cheeks were poked. She ducked her head down to hide the splay of red across her face, holding tighter to Maude's hands, as if to squeeze the embarrassment right out of her. "Oh, stop it, how you tease me! She was definitely married, and didn't seem to balk at the comment of her children. I'm a fool, and there's not a bloody thing anyone can do about it!"

She sighed, pushing stray bits of hair that had fallen into her eyes. "I don't even want bouquets, Mo. I'm old. I want to be barefoot, fat, and idiotically happy." A contented sigh, felt good to say it out loud. "What about you, then? Who has your eye spotted lately?"

maude had snuck out late at night countless times to go visit evie. she was such a dear friend, a twin flame, and the two encouraged one another’s antics. there was now way they hadn’t been best friends in every lifetime — and would be in every lifetime that followed. every moment spent with evie was delicious, and not just because of the promise of ice cream, but because evie had a love for life, the most infectious laugh, and the sweetest scrunch of her nose whenever she was deep in thought. if she could take evie’s hand and run away to a simpler place she would, though she hoped wherever they ran would include ice cream and sweet treats.

“they should make an exception,” she mused, “for i believe i’d listen to you over any stuffy, ancient patriarchal priest. your sermons would inspire millions, my dear!”

“but evie,” she repeated, batting her lashes as her playful whine echoed through the shop. a stomp of her foot — but she couldn’t hold it together before giggling. “that always works on my father.” she nodded with a victorious smile on her lips, “it’s a deal, miss huntington.” she dug into her ice cream, wiping her lips in quite an unladylike fashion.

maude tucked a curl behind her ear — delight and intrigue dancing in her eyes as she waited with baited breath for evie’s next words. the smirk on evie’s lips was enough to tell maude that she was about to hear a luscious secret.

as their foreheads met, maude beamed — raising her fingers to poke evie’s cheek. “oh, a botanist,” she hummed, “that means you’d be showered with bouquets as you deserve!” a wiggle of her brows, “she must have been quite the beauty, then!” her fingers found evie’s nose, bopping it softly. “i’m sure she found it charming, love. who knows? she could show up any minute asking for more sweets and a chance to romance you,” a hum and a wink. she desperately wanted happiness for evie — her friend deserved the world and more.

[sincerelyaudri]

Number one, you’re silly as hell. and I can’t stand you because I did read it in THAT tone omg 😩

Number two, Jo is going to fuck you if you keep TOYING with him.

( @teamjo ) ( moddie )

LSNAKAOAOAOO no he is not!! he will however be stressed into grey hairs, mwuah!

[222col]

wait bimbo!reader x rafe and she’s playing with his gun 😄😄😄😄

bimbo!reader x rafe cameron

summary: showing rafe the polaroid you took with his gun was never going to be a good idea

cw .ᐟ nsfw, gunplay

꒰ notes ꒱ ty for the req anon !!!! <3 this is my first time writing for rafe so aaaaa <333 nervous

"rafey, doesn't this look so cute?"

you had to be fucking stupid, or just really wanted to piss rafe off that day. walking to stand between his legs where he sits on the edge of the bed, placing the phone he was scrolling before you walked in to the side as he looks up at you. "what is it, baby?" he murmurs, noticing the polaroid in your hand.

a picture of you. holding his gun. wrapped in a fucking bow. mouth parted as the metal rests against your cheek. "tell me that's not real," he grits his teeth, chest already puffing out as he examines the picture. "babygirl, tell me right now that isn't a real gun."

you're still all giggles, pulling the piece of metal from the waistband of your denim shorts, pink ribbon still tied around the barrel. "you tell me," you giggle, oh too sweetly, waving the thing around in your hand, causing rafe to stand up from his place on the bed, immediately. "i found it in your car." the vein in rafe's forehead is prominent, snatching the gun from your grasp, his jaw clenched. he can't even begin to explain his anger.

"are you fucking stupid?" he spits, shaking his head as he paces back and forth beside you. only stopping to lock eyes with you, pulling the pink ribbon from around the barrel, the gun now pointed in your direction. "don't you ever touch this again, you hear me?"

gulping down the lump in your throat, nodding your head softly, only know realising exactly how real the gun is. rafe steps closer to you, pistol still firmly pointed toward you. backing up until your legs hit the mattress, causing you to fall back backwards onto the bed. "this is to protect us, protect you," rafe sneers, moving to stand at the foot of the bed above your body, pulling your hair to force your gaze solely onto him.

"do you understand that?" your lip quivers, words escaping you, only managing a weak nod up to your boyfriend. "tell me you fucking understand." rafe spits, forcing the gun closer to your face, your breathing growing erratic at the action.

"i- i understand," you murmur, stumbling over the words, knuckles white from clutching the bed sheets so tightly.

it's only in that moment that rafe's demeanour changes, still angry— but there's something else there, too. desire, lust. he's always loved the power he had over you, but this? this was a new level. the gun wasn't even loaded, he fucking hoped, but seeing the wobble of your lip, the glossy look in your eye, it was doing things to him. "gotta look after you, princess, that's all."

you could see rafe's anger subside, but the fear hadn't left you completely. especially not when he begins to trail the piece of metal down your chest, the cold metal leaving goosebumps in it's wake before rafe pauses it's movements above the waistband to your shorts. "you know i'd go crazy if anything happened to you," he mumbles, his free hand buttoning your shorts to gently pull them down your legs.

"i- i know, rafey," you whisper, breathing still shaky as the denim falls to the floor. gasping as you feel the cold metal of the pistol press against the hem of your panties. "spread your legs." rafe orders, his eyes glued to the sight before him. his look almost predatory, watching the gun ghost over your bundle of nerves, as though he isn't the one controlling it. a groan gets stuck in his throat, watching you bring your knees up, the white frilly socks on your feet placed spread out in front of him.

his free hand now rests on your knee, stood at the foot of the bed, pressing the pistol firmly against your clit. rafe's bottom lip is between his teeth, cock aching behind his shorts. the fear in your eyes still showing despite the soft whimpers of pleasure that threaten to leave our mouth. "rafe, i- you're scaring—"

"shush, baby," he murmurs, cutting you off with a simple shake of the head. moving his hand from your knee to pull the lace of your underwear to the side, breathing in sharply as the metal touches you without restriction. you can't stop the way your mouth parts, head falling back slightly once rafe starts to move the pistol against your clit. "you're such a good girl." he coos, mouth watering at the sight before him.

soft moans begin to fall from your mouth, whimpers getting caught in your throat, only encouraging rafe to pick up the pace. the metal sliding over you with ease as you grow wetter. your eyes flutter shut, and rafe can't physically stop himself from reaching for his phone to quickly take a few pictures for his private collection. throwing the phone back down before your eyes even reopen.

the band in your stomach is tightening at an embarrassingly quick pace, clenching around nothing as your hips buck up against the pistol. "fuck, careful," he warns, using his free hand to hold your hip down against the mattress. "don't fucking move."

"rafey- shit, g'nna cum—" you mumble, attempting to stay still as per instruction. forcing yourself to keep your back from arching or your hips from bucking up again. your moans grow louder, searching rafe's eyes for permission. he smirks as you do, nodding his head. "be a'good girl."

rafe has to resist sucking your release from the pistol as he removes the metal from your core, letting you calm down before pointing the gun towards you once more. "you are not allowed anywhere near this thing, okay?" he speaks, voice stern as he stands above you.

"what if you wanna do that again?" you whisper, the hint of a smirk threatening to grace your lips.

"don't be a fucking smartass."

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[n1daehodefender]

Hi i loved your

Their reactions of you telling them you want to start trying for a baby!

so much, could you mind writing one with….their reaction if the baby calls them daddah/appa for the first time or calls reader mama? So first place of words and second kind of? ;-)

keep up the good writing

Their reactions of their baby calling them appa for the first time!

A/N: this made me so happy tyyy ilyyy💞 i also loved this requests so much my heart litereally Melted🥹 I’m writing all of the requests I have so stay tuned if you have requested something I won’t ignore it!!!!! Also requests are open:)

Pairing: Kang dae-ho, Nam-gyu, Thanos (Su Bong)

Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, soft parenting moments, detailed depictions of love and affection, and mentions of struggles with fatherhood and self-worth.

Kang Dae-Ho

Kang Dae-ho spent months preparing for fatherhood. Late-night diaper runs, endless bedtime stories (even when the baby didn’t understand), and early morning singalongs were his new normal.

He loved carrying your baby everywhere — perched on his hip, showing them off to his friends and family. He’d constantly whisper things like, “You’re gonna be so strong and brave like your mom, huh?” or, “Can you say ‘appa’? Come on, say it for me, little one!”

Every time he tried to get the baby to say “appa,” they’d just giggle or babble something unintelligible. He’d laugh it off but secretly felt a tiny pang of disappointment.

It’s late one evening. He’s sitting on the living room floor with your baby balanced on his lap, playing with a colorful toy. You’re nearby, watching the two of them with a fond smile.

Your baby reaches for the toy in Dae-ho’s hands, making their usual happy sounds, but this time, they look straight at him and babble, “Appa!”

He freezes. Completely. His mouth drops open, and he looks at you like, “Did you hear that?”

“Say that again,” he whispers softly, his voice almost trembling. “Can you say ‘appa’ one more time?”

Your baby giggles again and repeats it, more clearly this time: “Appa!”

Dae-ho’s eyes fill with tears instantly. He pulls the baby close to his chest, kissing their tiny head over and over. “You said it… You really said it,” he murmurs.

For the rest of the evening, he’s a blubbering mess, pacing the room and talking about how he’ll never forget this moment.

He tells everyone about it. His sisters get spammed with texts: “They called me appa today. Can you believe it? ME!”

He becomes even more attached to your baby after this. If that’s even possible, since he was already a doting father.

Every time the baby says “appa” now, his face lights up like the sun. He always responds with a big smile, “Yes, I’m your appa!”

Nam Gyu

He’s cautious and quiet in the early stages of fatherhood, unsure how to navigate the chaos of diapers, crying, and sleepless nights. But over time, he starts finding his rhythm.

He’s not the type to baby-talk or coo, but he’s always there — rocking the baby to sleep, cooking meals so you can rest, and pacing the room at 3 AM when the baby won’t stop crying.

He never actively pushes for the baby to call him “appa,” though. It’s something he assumes will happen eventually, but he doesn’t dwell on it.

It’s a quiet afternoon, and you’re all sitting on the floor together. The baby’s crawling toward Nam Gyu, giggling as he holds out his arms to them.

When they reach him, they look up at his face and blurt out, “Appa!”

He freezes, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he breaks into a soft, almost shy smile. “Did you just…?”

The baby says it again, and Nam Gyu lets out a soft laugh, pulling them into his arms. “Appa,” he repeats quietly, like he’s testing the word out for himself.

He doesn’t make a big show of it, but you catch him smiling to himself for the rest of the day.

That night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you hear him whisper to the baby, “I’ll do my best to be a good appa for you. I promise.”

He’s a little more confident in his role as a father after this moment, more willing to let himself be vulnerable and affectionate around the baby.

Thanos (Su-bong)

Thanos is awkward but deeply devoted as a dad. He doesn’t always know what he’s doing, but he throws himself into it wholeheartedly.

He spends hours talking to the baby, telling them stories about his life and making ridiculous faces to get them to laugh.

He jokingly refers to himself as “the best appa in the world” but secretly wonders if he’s doing enough.

One evening, he’s holding the baby while pacing the room, trying to calm them down after a fussy day.

He’s muttering under his breath, “Come on, little one. You’ve got to give your old man a break here.”

Suddenly, the baby looks up at him with wide eyes and says, “Appa.”

He stops dead in his tracks, staring at the baby like they’ve just revealed the secrets of the universe. “What did you just say?”

The baby says it again, and Thanos lets out a deep, joyful laugh, tears brimming in his eyes. “That’s right,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your appa.”

He spends the next hour walking around the house, holding the baby close and repeating, “You said it! You called me appa!”

He’s insufferably proud after this, bragging to anyone who will listen. “My kid’s a genius,” he tells his friends. “First word? Appa. That’s my kid, alright.”

But in private, he’s deeply moved. You catch him staring at the baby sometimes, his expression soft and vulnerable.

He becomes even more protective and loving, constantly reminding you both how much you mean to him.

[archangeldyke-all]

Thinking about Sevika’s very pregnant very hormonal wife crying and complaining to her about nothing and Sevika realizing het wife just needs to be fed.

And fucked

love love love love love love love

men and minors dni

never in your life have you been this hormonal.

not during your worst periods as an adult.

not during the horrific throes of puberty as a teen.

not even when you were a toddler and a tantrum was just as likely as a giggle fit.

you think you might have truly lost your mind.

you're currently sobbing on the toilet-- you have been for the past twenty minutes-- not because you're sick or anything, but because you can't stop crying for long enough to heave your round body off the toilet seat.

and why are you crying? because you got frustrated by how often you have to pause your video game to get up and pee because you're eight fucking months pregnant, and your bladder's the size of a thimble.

you know it's a ridiculous thing to cry about. you know it's just your hormones overwhelming you. none of this knowledge can stop the sobs from wracking your body, though.

there's a knock on the bathroom door. "baby? have you seen my fuzzy socks?" sevika asks.

you sniffle and try to make your voice sound steady. "ch-check the dryer!" you call.

there's a suspicious silence outside of the bathroom, and then the door flies open, your wife wearing a worried look. "are you crying in here all alone?" she asks the moment she sees your face.

you pout, and fall apart all over again.

"oh, baby." sevika's by your side in an instant, wrapping her arms around you and pulling your head toward her stomach. "what's wrong, love?" she asks. "why didn't you come get me?" she asks.

you sniffle and choke out a few words. "b-because it's stu-u-pid!" you whine. "i can't s-s-stop cryin' and i'm not even that upse-e-et." you complain to your wife. "and now i can't get off the toilet 'cause i'm too weak from crying!"

sevika's face clears with relief when she realizes nothing's really wrong with you, and she bends down to give you a kiss. "our little girl's really runnin' a number on you, huh?" she asks, reaching down to pat your swollen belly.

you nod against sevika's shirt, using it as a face-wipe for all your tears and boogers. "i pee all the time. i f-feel like i should just live on the fuckin' toilet."

"but i'd miss you if you were in here all the time." sevika pouts. you snort. "c'mon love." she grunts as she hikes her arm under your shoulder and knees, hauling you off the toilet.

you giggle a little in your wife's arms, clinging to her as she walks you to your bedroom. "what're you doing with me?" you ask.

"'m takin' care of you." she whispers as she pulls your pants off your legs. you huff, a few tears still escaping your eyes, and sevika kisses your bare thigh.

"i haven't showered in days." you warn as sevika pushes your legs further apart. she groans.

"good. i love you musty."

you giggle a little, then cry some more. "you're gross. 'n way too nice to me." you whimper. sevika chuckles.

"my poor baby. such a fuckin' mess since i knocked you up, huh?" she teases. you nod and pout, letting your emotions control you, knowing sevika wont judge you for it. "i gotcha babe. just lay there 'n let it all out for me." she whispers, before ducking down and sucking one long stripe up your cunt.

sevika groans and you whimper as she sucks your clit into her mouth. for a few minutes, she just suckles and kisses your clit, making you a shaky, whiny mess. most of your cries are being blocked out by your moans, but there are still tears running down your cheeks.

"so fuckin' pretty when you cry, baby." sevika whispers. you gulp.

"shut up."

"it's true. your eyes get all sparkly and your skin gets all shiny-- fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen."

you huff another laugh at this-- you're covered in hormonal acne and in third day pajamas-- but sevika blinks up at you like she really means it.

"you-- would you just--" you pull sevika's mouth back to your cunt before she can make you any more flustered with her words. your emotions are swinging wildly from the sudden stubborn sad-attack you've encoutnered, and the wild, childlike excitement and bashfulness you always feel around your wife.

which means that every time she blinks up at you, her pretty silver eyes barely visible over the bump of your belly, your heart stutters and your cunt clenches and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

when she reaches up and intertwines her hands with yours, you cum. it catches you completely off guard-- but the simple, sweet, intimate gesture made you topple over into a mess of cum and tears.

they're not sad-tears anymore, though. they're tears of joy and love-- all for the woman who's crawling up from between your legs with a big smile on her lips-- your cum covering her cheeks and chin. "that was quick." she teases. (she loves how easy you are now that you're pregnant. it turns her on endlessly.)

you grunt and flip her off. "are you gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna come sit on my face?" you ask.

sevika smirks, then leans down to kiss you deeply.

you gasp against her lips, relaxing into the kiss, taking in the taste of you still on her tongue.

when sevika pulls away, your head is fuzzy and your stomach is fluttering with butterflies. you blink up at her as she grins down at you.

"you stay here and take a nap. i'm gonna draw you a bath and make you a sandwich-- then maybe i'll join you." she says with a sweet little wink.

you blink up at your wife, and then burst into a fresh round of tears. above you, sevika cackles.

"is this 'cause you can't eat me out or...?" she asks. you groan and flip her off again.

"it's 'cause you're fuckin' perfect you asshole. what the fuck?" you ask.

sevika just giggles, pulls the blankets over your body, and kisses your forehead as she hands you a few tissues.

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Oh no, i love him | Spencer reid x Bestfriend! Fem! Reader

pure fluff

u can find part.2 here!!

content: Spencer is flirty (:o shocking, i knowww), Spencer calls reader stuff like "honey" (down bad for this.), Mutual pining (no confession in this one), it's obvious to everyone, Penelope interrupts them, but it's fine because she's a princess.

a/n: heavily based on my need to bury my head in Spencer's chest at any minor inconvenience.

Ever since you joined the team, you always seemed to gravitate towards Spencer. He made you feel so comfortable, so seen. Naturally you two developed a friendship, now best friends, joined at the hip, never to be seen apart from the other. 

To anyone seeing from the outside it was clear the other feelings between you two, the tension, the stolen glances. At this point, you two acted as a married couple, but still pretended to only see each other as friends. 

-

You could not sleep, having nightmares the whole night flashes of Spencer lying down, bleeding going through your mind, images so clear you almost thought it was reality. The current case the team is working on is keeping you awake. This unsub, for a still unknown reason, has been targeting Spencer and you guys cannot get to the reason why.

You get in the office early, settling your things down at your table and heading to the kitchen. You catch yourself preparing two coffees, one with an ungodly amount of sugar and the other black. Right on cue, Spencer gets in the office. 

"Good morning, darling, how did you sleep?" 

"Good morning Spence, and you already know it, horrible" You say, handing him the coffee as he places a kiss on your cheek, and you try not to blush – you hoped to master that hence the amount of times you'd have to do it when you're next to him but no he always found new ways to make you blush and stumble at your words like a teenage girl with a crush. 

"What bothers that pretty mind of yours" He says, taking a sip of his coffee and opening a small smile, noticing how you always remember how he likes it. 

"It's this fucking case, it's been 2 weeks, and we can't figure it out, the MO is all over the place, and now he's targeting you… It's just… I'm worried" you say, getting close to Spencer and putting your head to his chest as you often did when the world just got too much  "we need to find this fucking guy" your voice coming out muffled against his cardigan. 

"We will catch him, it's only a matter of time, honey. You don't need to worry, ok? I'll be fine, we will be fine." He says, grabbing your chin and making you look up, making sure you're looking at his eyes while he says that. 

"If you ever die, i'll kill you. Be aware of that Spencer Reid" You say in a fake serious tone

Spencer puts his arms around your waist, making you two be even closer now  

"Oh, i wouldn't dare to do that"  he says giggling and placing a strand of your hair behind your ear 

There's a lingering moment of silence, you two just stand there, the closest you've ever been just… looking at each other. Being this close to him, you can see all the hues of brown in those beautiful eyes of his. And almost as if there's this gravitational force, you two start to get closer 

"Hey guys, i saw you getting in is there any coffe lef-" Garcia enters the office kitchen, scaring you both to opposite sides of the space 

"Yeah there's um.. Some left there i think" You say, face burning with the embarrassment

"We're you two…" She says, pointing between you and reid 

Before she could finish her sentence, Spencer gives her a death glare 

"Alright! … I'm just going to pour up some coffee and be out!" Penelope says rushing to get out

"Derek Morgan, you will not believe what a just saw" You can hear her saying as soon as she steps out of the kitchen, and you two can't help but burst into laughter 

"Well, i better go now, a lot of files. And um bad guys and stuff" 

"Yeah, me too" Spencer says, also blushing.  

You rush out the kitchen and as you walk over to your desk, a realization hits you 

"Oh shit,

Oh shit. I'm in love with him"

You think to yourself, realizing there's no way you can deny the feelings anymore. 

[huxhsz]

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ the most optimal way to hug

— synopsis: it's too hot, but you want to keep hugging caleb. luckily, you know the most optimal way to hug.

— note/s: literal na lutong-luto na ako. para akong nilagay sa kalan tapos tinakpan ng takip. di na nga air fryer to bro sunog-levels na. i JUST stepped outside for five minutes and i swear i felt my soul leaving my body. yung electric fan? useless. parang lang siyang sinampal ako ng mainit na hangin. "oh gusto mo ba ng hangin? o eto, lasang impyerno!!" braah ang init talaga gr LIKE BRO. I STEPPED on this innocent-looking banig sa sementeryo as in, "oh wow, ganda ng view, tahimik dito, imissyoulolo" TAPOS BIGLANG BLAZING CIRCLE OF PAIN. BAKIT PARANG I NAPAKO SA KRUS NG KALDERETA??? barefoot ako syempre respectfullll. tapos BOOM. pag-apak ko, kinuyog ako ng init. hindi ako nakiramay AKO 'yung nilibing. pinadala ako ni banig sa kabilang buhay. BRO I LOOKED AT THE SKY LIKE "lord, si lolo po yung dinalaw ko, bakit ako yung sinusundo?" and syempre, pinilit kong hindi mag-react in front of my fam like, "hmm yes, solemn moment, deep thoughts" rest in peace sa talampakan ko. kasama ka na kay lolo.

the room is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels deep and comfortable, like everything is perfectly in place. the air conditioning hums softly in the corner, providing a steady coolness that contrasts with the warmth of the blankets. you roll onto your side, eyes squinting at the ceiling as you try to get comfortable. the heat from the covers is way too much. you can feel your body starting to overheat, but you’re not quite ready to let go of the cocoon of warmth either.

caleb's already in his own little world next to you. his back is to you, his chest rising and falling in slow, rhythmic breaths. the dim glow from the nightlight illuminates his silhouette. his arm is thrown across his face, shielding his eyes from the soft light.

you lie there, thinking about it for a moment. you really do want to cuddle—just not the typical way. you need to be close, but you can’t handle the heat of your arms all tangled up with his. it’s like having a personal heater shoved right into your side.

so, without much thought, you turn to face him, adjusting the blanket and maneuvering to settle your legs around his body, one leg draping over his waist, the other over his thigh. it's a bit of a sideways hug, your legs winding around him like a gentle vine. you nestle your head into the pillow, satisfied with your makeshift solution.

you can’t help but feel a little pleased with yourself. this is perfect. cold, but still hugging.

you hear caleb shift, and you peek up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching as he slowly pulls his arm from his face, blinking sleepily at your creative, chilly embrace.

“...are you wrestling me in your sleep?” his voice is rough with sleep, a little groggy but still playful.

you don’t answer at first, instead squirming closer, adjusting your legs to get even more comfortable. “nope. not wrestling. hugging. with my legs.”

caleb stares at you for a moment, the corner of his lips twitching. “that’s… not how hugging works.”

you giggle sleepily, the sound almost drowning in the softness of the room. “it does now. arms are too hot. legs are more efficient.”

he lifts his head a little more, watching you with amusement as he takes in your ridiculous but endearing position. “you’re strange, you know that?” he mutters, still with a smile in his voice.

“i’m cool.” you roll your eyes dramatically. “i’m hugging you with my legs because i’m too hot for a regular hug.”

he snorts, trying to hold back a laugh, but he can’t stop it. the warmth in his chest builds, but it’s the good kind. the kind that makes him reach out, fingers grazing over your leg where it’s draped across his body, a touch that’s casual but tender all the same.

“you’re cold enough that i might need a blanket for both of us,” he says, his voice low and teasing. his fingers slowly trace the outline of your leg, making small circles against your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but the affection behind it makes you feel like you’re floating.

you stretch your legs a little further, the coolness of your toes brushing against his side, and he shudders lightly. “see? optimal cold hug,” you say, snuggling in deeper, your head resting against his shoulder now. you don’t care about the position anymore; it’s the closeness that matters. “arms are overrated anyway. legs are the future.”

caleb can’t help but chuckle softly, the sound warm and lazy. “future of hugging, huh?” his voice carries that playful edge you’ve grown used to, but there’s an undertone to it—a softness, a quiet affection that he doesn't bother hiding. he pulls you closer with a slight tug of your leg, his chest now pressed to your back, and his arm wrapping around your waist as if it’s second nature.

you let out a contented sigh, your body relaxing under the weight of his arm and the warmth of his presence. there’s a certain magic in the way he always knows just how to make you feel safe—whether it’s through small gestures like this or the way he always seems to understand you without words.

for a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing, the soft rustle of the sheets, and the faint hum of the air conditioning. you can feel the heat of his body mingling with the coolness of yours, and despite the small, almost ridiculous hug you’ve devised, it feels perfect.

“you’re so weird,” caleb murmurs into the silence, but there’s no bite to it. it’s not a complaint; it’s more of a resigned observation, like he’s just come to accept it. “but you’re also the best, you know that?”

you smile, the kind of lazy smile that only comes after a long day of being with someone you care about. “yeah, i know. i’m awesome. you should be grateful you get to hug me with my superior leg-hugging technology.”

he laughs softly at that, the sound vibrating against your back. “i am. believe me, i am.”

there’s a comfortable silence again, the kind you only find when everything feels right. the kind where, even though you’re half-arguing over leg-hugging efficiency, there’s nothing you’d rather be doing than lying next to him.

caleb’s hand moves, absentmindedly rubbing up and down your leg, and you feel the warmth of his fingers sink into your skin, the slight pressure a reminder of how close you are. how much you mean to him.

eventually, his hand stills, and his breath evens out. you’re not sure if he’s asleep yet, but you can feel the rhythm of his heart slow, his body relaxing into the mattress beneath you.

“hey, caleb?” you murmur, your voice soft, barely above a whisper.

“mhm?” he doesn’t open his eyes, but you can tell he’s listening.

“just so you know, i’m never letting you go.”

his lips brush your forehead, soft and brief, before he answers in that low, almost-dreamy tone of his. “good. i wouldn’t want you to.”

and with that, you both drift off, a tangled mess of limbs, warmth, and coldness, two halves of a whole.

[georgeclarkesgf]

a request for maybe some george smut after he comes back from the useless hotline tour that we werent able to go on ?? so like he hasnt seen us in a while

the second george steps into his bedroom, he drops his bags and heads for the shower. he knows you're on your way over, having been waiting by your phone all day for him to let you know he's back. so when your phone dinged, you were already halfway out the door, tripping over your own feet trying to get there as soon as possible.

conveniently, you live about a ten-minute walk away, meaning you're used to seeing george every day. the two weeks he and max had been on tour were difficult, but you tried to make the best out of the situation and would call each other whenever you could.

a few minutes after he had got in the shower, you're at the flat taking the familiar path to his room. your heart pounds in anticipation as you undress quickly after closing the door, glad you'll finally be with him again.

the warm air surrounds you when you step inside the bathroom and lazily drag your eyes over his body. he's standing under the water, eyes closed and head thrown back, making you think of the more sinful times you'd seen him in this position.

"hi george." you say, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"hi darling. come here." he replies, arms outstretched toward you.

you step into the shower, letting him pull you into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. his arms tighten around you and you close your eyes, water cascading over you both. a comfortable silence sets in and several minutes pass before either of you speak.

"wish you could've come with us, you have no idea how much i missed you. i even struggled to fall asleep." george admits, his cheeks turning slightly red at the confession.

"really?" you raise your eyebrows at him to which he nods, "i missed you too. had to cuddle the teddy you got me instead. wasn't the same."

your hands untangle from his hair and cup his jaw, connecting your lips in a kiss. as the water continues to flow, the kiss grows more passionate. george's hands travel further down, one landing on your ass and squeezing it, the other pressed flat against your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"george," you don't mean for it to come out so breathless, but when his lips detach from yours to trail kisses down your neck, you can't help it, "you've literally just stepped through the door."

"mhm. but, i also currently have my sexy, loving, amazing girlfriend, who i've missed so much, naked in my shower. so, i don't understand the issue." he counters, making you giggle.

two fingers make their way between your legs and start toying with your clit before sliding into you, the sudden stretch causing your knees to buckle. you can feel his cock against your thigh, so you begin pumping him at the same pace he's fingering you, steadily building up your orgasm.

he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot inside you and your orgasm washes over you within minutes, hands scratching at his back. your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers, moans filling the room while you ride out your high.

"fuck, baby." you pant, trying to catch your breath.

a proud smirk is plastered on george's face, "you good?"

"so good. your turn."

you go to drop to your knees to return the favour, but he's quick to stop you and shake his head. when a pout appears on your lips, he kisses it away.

"as amazing as that would be, i need to be inside you, like now." he pleads and grips your hips, moving you until your back is pressed against the shower wall.

contradicting his words, he slowly drags his cock through your folds, letting the tip bump your clit a few times. but you're impatient, so you replace his hand with yours and align him with your entrance, jaw dropping as he pushes in.

"fuck, you feel so good, shit." he groans, hands on your hips keeping you steady while he fucks up into you.

he starts off slow, letting you adjust, but as your moans and whimpers grow more desperate, so do his thrusts. the only two words leaving your mouth are 'fuck' and 'george', his ego growing and determination to make you cum doubling.

a particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, holding onto him tighter. the sound of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom, more than likely being heard over the water that's still running.

"you close darling, yea? you gonna cum?" he leans down, connecting your lips once again, not giving you time to respond.

the knot in your stomach is dangerously close to snapping and he knows, one of his hands leaving your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

"please george." you whimper, clenching around him so tight he swears his brain short circuits.

"cum for me."

a whine escapes your lips and you throw your head back, letting your second orgasm take over your body. his rhythm falters as you cum around him, raking your nails up his back until they're digging into his shoulders.

george's head drops to your shoulder, thrusting into you a few times before pulling out, spilling over your thighs with a moan. both of your chests are heaving while you try to even out your breathing and he places multiple kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"well, that was quite the welcome home." george chuckles, "might leave more often if that's what i get when i come back."

"don't you dare."

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a low whistle comes from behind george as he enters the kitchen. you're curled up in his bed, having had a proper shower after his 'welcome home', and he's gone to grab you some water in just a pair of joggers, not realising bright red scratch marks are all over his back.

"take it y/n is here then?" chris chuckles, eyeing george from the sofa.

"uh, yea? how'd you know?" he furrows his brows in confusion since there's no sign of your things in the kitchen or living room.

before chris can answer, arthur hill walks in, eyes widening when he notices the marks too.

"damn george, what the hell happened to you?"

"y/n." chris replies, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"ah, right." arthur nods in understanding with a smirk on his face.

deciding to ignore their comments, george walks back to his room, being met with your horrified expression when he turns around.

"george! did you actually go to the kitchen like that?" you groan and he nods, confused, "there's marks all over your back. it's so obvious we've just fucked."

well, that explains it.

a/n not proofread sorry <33 hope you enjoyed!

[jisungiesvzz]

Omggg hiii I absolutely love ur writing xx can I please write one where reader and han are best friend and have been sneaking around for a while and when ur both in the bathroom skz come and catch u both and if ur not taking requests that's fine too but take ur time ❤️❤️

Fess Up

Idol!Han x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, angst? (if you squint), kissing/making out, getting caught

Words Count: 1.5k (a little over)

Authors Note: I do not like how I wrote this one + the ending is mid. I feel like all my writing is the same but I hope this delivered well. Please let me know if I missed any warnings. Enjoy! :)

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The practice room had finally emptied out after another grueling dance session. Everyone had filed out, heading back to the dorms to rest up for the night — everyone except you and Han. This had become your routine over the past few months: waiting until everyone left so you could be alone together.

You were shuffling through your bag on the back counter, searching for something you didn't know existed when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Lips grazed against your neck, placing soft kisses down to your shoulder, your body slightly tensing at the contact.

"Is everyone gone…?" you whispered.

"Mhm," Han hummed absentmindedly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His kisses grew more urgent, sucking your skin softly as his grip on your waist tightened.

"H-Hannie, I'm serious. We can't get— ahh," you were cut off when he sucked harshly on the soft spot just below your ear, your hands flying forward to grasp the counter. He ground his hips into yours, your back arching slightly as he pushed you further into the counter.

"Relax, jagiya," he murmured, his fingers running just below your waistband, heat rushing through your core.

Just when he was about to take it a step further, his phone buzzed, the tension between you slowly dissolving.

"Fuck… of course." You softly whimpered when he reluctantly pulled away from you, just enough to reach out and grab his phone. Still feeling needy, you lightly grinded back against him, "Who is it?"

Mumbling a quiet 'oh no', he slowly backed off of you, hand resting at the small of your back. You turned to look at him in confusion, eyes locking with his widened ones.

"Chan just texted the group. They're heading back to grab something Changbin forgot."

The building was mostly empty at this hour, but you couldn't risk being seen together like this. The company had been clear that Han needed to focus on the upcoming comeback without distractions. And you were one hell of a distraction.

"Shit, they can't see us here."

"I know," Han ran his hands through his hair, clearly struggling with inner turmoil. He froze suddenly, his eyes lit up and you swore you saw an imaginary light bulb pop up above his head.

"Uh, the bathroom on the third floor," Han said urgently. "No one ever uses that one this late."

"Uh, the bathroom— are you sure?"

"Got any better ideas?"

Your silence was as good an answer as any. He quickly grabbed your hand, speed walking up the stairs. As you raced through the corridors, you couldn't help but giggle to yourself, despite the tension, the thrill of your secret made everything more exciting. The third-floor bathroom was tucked away in a corner of the building, rarely used since most of the activity happened on the lower floors.

Han pushed the door open, ushering you inside and locking the door.

"That was close," you sighed, leaning against the wall.

"What? Almost getting caught sneaking around?"

He inched closer to you, your hear beat peaking up as he caged you between the wall, "It's more fun when you're not supposed to be doing it, right?"

Your lips parted, but he left no room for discussion. His mouth was on yours in seconds, his leg nudging itself between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed core. You let out a soft whimper at the friction, running your hands through his hair and lightly tugging at the strands. His tongue teased the entrance of your mouth as he began grinding his thigh against you.

"Ahh, H-Han—"

"Shhh, just let me kiss you, jagi," he mumbled into your mouth, completely drunk on the taste of you. You melted into his touch, forgetting the fact that you could get caught. 

His hand cupped your cheek as he tilted your head to deepen the kiss, grinding harder against you as his tongue licked into your mouth when you softly gasped at the sensations he was giving you. His other hand slid down to the waistband of your pants, running the pads of his fingers teasingly along your hip. You whined into his mouth, arching your back into him in hope that he would get the signal.

"Patience, love." he teased, his warm breath on your neck sending tingles down your spine as he went back to kiss you.

A sharp knock on the door cut him off mid-kiss. You froze, staring at each other in horror.

"Han? You in there?" It was Chan's voice, followed by another knock. "Security said they saw you come up here."

You were frozen in panic, mind running through all the possible outcomes.

"Uh, yeah! Just a minute!" Han called out, his voice unnaturally high. He quickly pulled you out of your panic, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes with his boba ones, his voice turning soft and quiet, "We'll be fine, just breathe."

Changbin's voice chimed in, "Is everything okay? You've been gone for a while."

Quickly composing himself, he smoothed out your hair, forgetting about his own disheveled state as he tried to come up with an excuse, "Yeah, I'm fine! Just... stomach issues!"

You could hear muffled laughter from the other side of the door and embarrassment started filling your veins.

"Anyway, hurry up. We need to get back to the—" Chan's voice suddenly stopped.

A new voice—Minho's—spoke up, suspicion clear in his tone. "Wait, Han are you by yourself?"

The silence that followed was deafening. You and Han stared at each other like a deer caught in headlights.

"Han?" Chan's voice was serious now. "Is someone in there with you?"

Before Han could respond, you heard Seungmin's voice. "Guys, wasn't that Y/N's bag back in the dance studio?"

Your eyes widened in horror. In your rush, you must have forgotten to grab your bag off the counter.

"Oh my god," you whispered, covering your face with your hands. Han dropped his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep, defeated sigh. He let out a choked laugh, groaning against your shoulder, "This is absurd…"

"Han, open the door." Chan demanded.

He gave you an apologetic look before pulling away from you and unlocking the door, revealing all seven of his bandmates crowded in the hallway, expressions ranging from shocked to amused to scandalized.

"I-it's not what you think…" his voice trailed off towards the end of his sentence.

You adjusted yourself on the wall, your face burning. "We were just… talking."

"In the bathroom?" Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, looking between you.

Han looked back at you, his expression falling as you nodded at him in approval, immediately turning your head away in hopes it would kill your embarrassment.

"We… uh, we've been sneaking around," Han confessed, lowering his head as he waited for the scolding to start — but it never did.

"We know," Minho scoffed out a laugh. "You two were painfully obvious."

"What— not that obvious…" you trailed off when Minho cocked a brow at you.

"You guys mention each other in like every other sentence," Changbin teased, further proving their point. Han pouted at him, a silent question in his expression as if addressing the elephant in the room.

"We've known since you guys started, so a few weeks," Changbin confirmed, leaning on the door frame.

"Jesus… really?" you gasped, frowning at them. They all shrugged, some of them trying to stifle their laughs. Jeongin opened his mouth to say something but Han quickly cut him off, half closing the door in their faces. "Okay, give us a minute—"

Giving them no time to respond, he closed the door completely. Silence filled the bathroom and all you wanted to do was turn on the shower and drown your little dilemma away. Han seemed to sense your tension, slowly approaching you — the sound of feet shuffling outside the door becoming more distant.

Letting out a deep sigh, you slid down the wall, hugging your knees to your chest. Immediate worry washed over Han as he quickly knelt by your side, his hands hovering just above your knees.

"What are we doing?" you said, breath catching.

Han frowned, resting his hands on your knees now, "W-what do you mean?"

"People are slowly finding out. How long until the public—"

"Don't." he cut you off, his sudden firm tone making your mouth seal instantly. "This won't change anything, I promise you that. If the public finds out then so be it. As long as I have you — and you're happy — nothing else matters."

A single tear rolled down your cheek, which he quickly wiped away with his thumb as he cupped your cheeks. He began pressing soft kisses all over your face — your nose, forehead, cheeks — you let out a small giggle, the kisses tickling your skin.

"There she is," Han gingerly smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips before he leaned in. The kiss was tender and slow, and you could feel him smile against your mouth, like the kiss was conveying all the emotions he couldn't put into words. You melted against him, all your worries slowly seeping into the back of your mind.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours, both your eyes still closed as you shared the quiet, intimate moment.

In that moment, with Han in your arms, you knew everything would be okay.

Author's Note: I really suck with endings, so please ignore it :( this ending is my least fav

[eilishsmuse]

no need to persuade

— billie eilish x fem!reader

context. at a dinner party for one of billie’s close friends, she pulls you away for a little bit. little do you know she just means a little alone time.

cw. alcohol, swearing, making out, teasing, no smut (sorry not sorry), billie has her little slutty glasses on, billie is a little cutie patootie

soundtrack. generous – doja cat

fer yaps. don’t be mad y’all but this is a little filler for right now. i’m gonna release the other angst fic on friday 😕

Laughter. Chatter. Music. Food.

It was a nice atmosphere. One of Billie's close friends had invited the two of you over to a dinner party in their backyard, and the two of you happily accepted the invitation.

You sat at the long dinner table, surrounded by many of Billie's close friends, and chatted with them all while sipping on some white wine. Claudia and Finneas were both sitting across from you, talking about a movie night they wanted to have with Billie and you.

A double date, Claudia called it.

As you talked with Claudia, you felt Billie lay a hand on your shoulder, making you tense up slightly.

"Hi baby."

Your voice was gentle and sweet, leaning back to look up at Billie and give her a small kiss at the corner of her mouth, followed by a small smile.

"Hi mama," Billie smiled.

"I'm gonna steal her away from you for a little bit, Clauds."

Claudia gasped in fake betrayal, but nonetheless, she let the two of you go and continued to chat at the dinner table. Billie then took your hand in hers and led you into the house, making small talk, asking if you were enjoying the party or not.

As you answered Billie's questions, she pulled you into what seemed like a library-slash-office situation. Pinning you up against the door softly with a smile, her hands finding your waist and gripping softly.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

A smile plays on your lips as your hands travel to the sides of Billie's face, "Yes. Many times."

There was a comfortable silence, and the only sound was the laughter and chatter from the dinner party.

You let a soft smile play on your lips as you looked at her blue eyes through her glasses, which she'd worn a lot more recently.

"Why'd you steal me away?"

Your hands tuck back a piece of Billie's hair behind her ear. Voice gentle

Billie gave a soft hum as she tilted her head into your hand instinctively.

"Hmm, I think you know why," she murmured, nuzzling into your neck softly, her breath tickling your skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

Her hands moved slightly from your hips to wrap her arms around your waist, holding you closer to her.

A small, quiet giggle left your lips as Billie's lips connected to your skin. Tilting your head to give her better access.

"Just wanted a little alone time with you, baby,"

Billie muttered, her lips now connecting to your neck in a trail of feather-light kisses. They were gentle and innocent at first, but they soon began to get more eager and desperate, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin.

"Besides, everyone was getting on my nerves."

A small hum left your lips as you closed your eyes at the nice feeling of having Billie share some attention towards your neck. Your breathing slowed, and you sighed in contentment.

“You don’t mean that.”

Billie chuckled against your skin, continuing to leave light bite marks on your neck.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she mumbled, pulling back slightly to pull the collar of your shirt down so she could leave a hickey.

"You just taste really good."

A quiet whine left your lips at Billie's words, and you sighed again. This time your sigh was uneven and your legs grew weak.

"Billie."

Your voice was soft and low, eyes still closed, fighting to open to look at her before the two of you did anything in this office that'd make anyone blush.

Your voice was music to Billie's ears. She loved the quiet whine that left your lips, the heavy sighs you would give in between each kiss she bestowed.

But what she loved the most was whenever you would say her name. The way it slipped off your tongue so effortlessly, like a plea, a whisper for her to take you.

Billie let out a quiet hum at the sound of your voice, and pulled back to look at your face, admiring your closed eyes and parted lips.

"God, you look so good like this, baby," Billie muttered, her eyes roaming your face, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath.

"So beautiful, I'm so lucky you're mine,"

Billie then moved one of her hands and gently traced the side of your face, her fingers running across your jawline before moving to your lower lip.

With the left over courage you had, you got a hold of Billie's collar and pushed her back to a couch that was in the middle of the office.

You walked toward her and straddled her hips, your white skirt hiking up in the process. Hands cupping Billie's face and leaning down to finally kiss her soft, plump lips. Her lips sweet with some fruity flavor, probably the punch they were serving in the backyard.

Billie's mind was in a frenzy. One moment she was being the dominant one, and the next, you had her pinned down on the couch, straddling her hips in that pretty little skirt of yours.

Billie let out a quiet gasp in surprise, her hands automatically finding their way to your thighs, giving them a light squeeze. She could feel the fabric of your skirt riding up as you straddled her, and it took all of her control to keep her mind from wandering to impure thoughts.

But those thoughts seemed to disappear as soon as you kissed her. The taste of the wine still lingering on your tongue mixed with your natural sweetness, and she couldn't help but let out a quiet moan against your lips.

Billie's hands then slowly made their way underneath your skirt, hiking it up further, her cold rings against the soft skin of your thighs.

"Mmm."

The moan that left your lips was soft and eager. Your body was fully pushing itself into Billie's grip and touch.

You tilted your head to kiss Billie better, slid one hand up her head and laced your hand into her hair. Her cap falling off in the process, landing on the floor behind the couch with a small thud.

Not paying any mind to the cap and letting your tongue explore Billie's mouth, wanting and needing more of her taste.

Your eager moan went straight to Billie's core, making her squeeze your thighs again in a desperate attempt to keep her control. But as you pressed yourself against her, and let your tongue into her mouth, all thoughts of restraint went out the window.

One of her hands that was on your thigh quickly found its way to your hips, her grip firm as she pressed you even closer against her, her own tongue meeting yours in a passionate battle for domination.

The taste of wine and your natural sweetness was like a drug to her, and she couldn't get enough. She needed more. She needed all of you.

Without warning, Billie then suddenly sat up, a hand still on your hip and the other on the back of your neck, keeping you close to her.

"God, you taste so good, mama," she muttered against your lips, her voice low and raspy, "can't get enough of you,"

A moan left your lips and reverberated against Billie's lips at her words. Your hips bucking into her lap harshly in search for any friction.

Billie then began to plant kisses along the skin of your jawline and neck, working her way down to your collarbones.

"You're driving me crazy, baby," she muttered again, giving the skin of your collarbones a gentle bite, "you just look so good in this damn skirt."

A loud smack was then heard throughout the room as Billie's hand came in contact with your ass.

A half whine and groan left your mouth, throwing your head back softly and pushing Billie further into your skin.

At the sound of your whine and the feeling of you pushing yourself against her, Billie let out a quiet growl.

"You're such a tease," she hissed quietly, nipping and sucking on your collarbone, her hands still exploring your body, finding the soft flesh that lay underneath your skirt. Squeezing.

Billie's hands were everywhere. It was like she couldn't get enough of you, like she needed to touch every inch of your skin.

"Such a good girl, baby," she murmured against your collarbone, "so perfect."

“Dinner’s ready!”

The loud voice was heard from the backyard and caused both Billie and you to stop your actions.

A soft laugh left your lips at both of your reactions, cupping Billie’s face gently.

Billie groaned at the sound of her friend's voice, her head dropping to your shoulder in frustration.

"Do we have to?" she muttered, her voice muffled against your skin.

You lifted Billie's head off your shoulder and gave her a small smile, leaving a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Yes. I'm hungry."

Her lips were red and slightly swollen, her clothes were slightly ruffled, and her glasses were crooked and not fully on her face like they were supposed to be. The sight made you giggle and you carefully fixed the glasses on her face.

"But I'm still hungry too," Billie mumbled, her voice still whiny, but a small smile began creeping on her lips.

As you fixed her glasses on her face, Billie just sat there and let you, her eyes watching your every move. She then looked back up at you, and let out a quiet sigh.

"Damn it, I'm hungry for you."

You shook your head at Billie with a smile, rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs absentmindedly.

"You can wait till after the party."

Billie huffed at your response.

"That's too long," she whined, tilting her head and pouting slightly, "I can't wait that long. I'm starving."

"Shut up!" You exclaimed with a loud laugh.

You got off her lap and extended your hand for her to get up too and follow you back to the party.

Billie groaned and rolled her eyes, pouting a little but took your hand anyway.

"You're no fun," she grumbled playfully, standing up.

Billie reluctantly took your hand, letting out a final sigh.

"Fine. But as soon as this party is over, I'm absolutely ravishing you."

A laugh left your lips as you leaned to kiss Billie.

"You're such a weirdo."

Billie chuckled at your comment.

"Maybe. But you love me."

She intertwined her fingers with yours, and began to lead you out of the library-slash-office and back to the party.

‧₊˚✩彡

fer yaps!!!

amoooooo!!! 😫

[holyblonded]

harper days | always sunny in australia

pairings: harper gorry x sister!reader, mini gorry x teen!reader

summary: you babysit harper, a master manipulator, for the day

warnings: lost children

notes: i had no idea how much i needed harper and chickie written together

“Are you sure I’m the right person for this?” You shifted awkwardly, glancing at Mini with uncertainty. “I mean, if it’s about the cost of a regular babysitter, I’d be happy to chip in and help you pay—”

“Chickie,” Mini interrupted with a small smile, resting a hand on your arm. “Harper loves you. She specifically requested you today and refused anybody else. Please do me a solid?”

You sighed, still not entirely convinced. But before you could come up with another excuse, a small body crashed into your legs, tiny arms wrapping tightly around you.

“Chick! I missed you!” Harper’s voice was filled with excitement, and when you looked down, you were met with her beaming face as she hugged you with all the strength her little body could muster.

You couldn’t help but smile as you ruffled her hair. “I missed you too, Harps.”

Mini folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Still think you’re not the right person for this?”

You hesitated for a moment, but Harper was already clinging to you like you were her favorite person in the world, and the thought of letting her down made your stomach twist.

“You really think I can handle it?” you asked, still a little unsure.

Mini nodded firmly. “Absolutely. You’re great with her. And, honestly, she’s probably going to be the one taking care of you by the end of the day.”

Harper nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Chick, I got this!”

You laughed, finally relenting. “Alright, alright. You win. We’ll have the best day ever.”

Mini sighed in relief. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this helps me.” She crouched down to Harper’s level. “Be good for Chickie, okay?”

Harper gave her mom an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Always!”

Mini shot you a knowing look. “That’s a lie, but good luck.”

After a few more instructions and an over-the-shoulder “Text me if you need anything!”, Mini finally headed out, leaving you alone with Harper, who was already bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“So, Harps, what do you wanna do today?”

Her eyes lit up instantly. “Play at the playground! And play football! And have a picnic!”

You chuckled. “That’s quite a list. But you know what?” You crouched down to her level, grinning. “We’re gonna do all of it.”

Harper let out an excited squeal, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the door. “Let’s go, Chick! We have so much to do!”

The grocery store was buzzing with people, but you and Harper were on a mission. With a small shopping cart that was definitely not meant to be used as a race car (despite Harper’s best attempts), the two of you navigated the aisles, picking out sandwiches, fruit, juice boxes, and enough snacks to last the entire afternoon.

“Ooh! Chick, can we get the star cookies?” Harper pointed excitedly at a package, eyes wide with hope.

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin. “Hmm… what’s the magic word?”

Harper beamed. “Please?”

You grabbed the cookies and tossed them in the cart. “That’s my girl.”

After loading up on picnic essentials, you found yourself in the sports section, eyes scanning the shelves for a kiddie football. It didn’t take long before something caught your attention, an Arsenal-branded football, perfectly sized for Harper.

“Harps, check this out!” You held up the ball, and her face lit up.

“IT’S RED!” she cheered.

“Just like our team,” you said, kneeling down in front of her. “Wanna make it official?”

Harper nodded rapidly, so you pulled out your phone and hit record.

“Alright, Harps,” you said, holding the ball up, “who’s your favorite team?”

“ARSENAL!” she shouted.

“And what color is London?”

“RED!”

“And who’s your favorite player?”

Harper giggled before launching herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck. “You!”

Your heart practically melted, but you still had one more thing to teach her. “Alright, repeat after me—North…”

“NORTH!”

“London…”

“LONDON!”

“Forever.”

“FOREVER!”

You stopped recording and grinned. “Perfect. You’re officially one of us.”

Harper clutched the ball like it was her most prized possession, and you ruffled her hair before steering the cart toward the checkout line.

As you placed your items on the conveyor belt, Harper stood beside you, still bouncing with excitement. You were just about to grab your wallet when she gasped dramatically.

“Chick! Look! It’s Kyra and Charli!”

Your eyes snapped up, but before you could register where exactly she saw them, Harper had already wandered off, her tiny legs carrying her toward the chaos that was Kyra Cooney-Cross and Charli Grant in a store.

By the time you finished paying and looked down, Harper was gone.

Panic surged through you instantly. Your chest tightened, and the air around you suddenly felt too thick.

“Harper?” Your voice wavered as you frantically scanned the store. “Harper?”

Your breathing picked up as worst-case scenarios flooded your mind.

Then, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Chickie?”

You turned to see Steph standing nearby, a concerned look on her face. She had a basket in one hand, but her focus was entirely on you.

“I—I can’t find Harper,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steph immediately stepped closer, placing a firm but gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, breathe. She’s probably with Kyra and Charli, yeah? Let’s go find them.”

You took a shaky breath, nodding. Steph was right. Harper had said she saw them. And if she was with them, she was safe.

The two of you moved quickly through the aisles, scanning for any sign of Kyra’s unmistakable energy or Charli’s bright blonde hair.

Finally, near the home goods section, you spotted them and sure enough, there was Harper, hoisted up in Kyra’s arms as Charli tried to steady her.

“You got it, Harps?” Kyra asked as the little girl stretched toward a stuffed koala on the highest shelf.

Almost immediately, relief crashed over you. “Harper!”

The three of them froze, turning to face you. Harper beamed. “Chick! Look, I found a koala!”

Kyra and Charli, meanwhile, both looked equally confused.

“Wait,” Charli frowned, looking between you and Harper, “she’s your kid for today?”

Kyra blinked. “How did she even get here?”

Steph crossed her arms. “That’s what we’d all like to know.”

You wasted no time in striding forward and pulling Harper into a tight hug. “You scared me, Harps.”

Harper hugged you back, small arms wrapping around your neck. “Sorry, Chick… I just saw Kyra and Charli and wanted to say hi.”

You sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Next time, you tell me first, okay?”

Harper nodded, and you pulled back to give her a soft smile.

Kyra, however, nudged Charli and muttered, “Look at our little Chickie. All grown up.”

You shot her a glare. “Kyra, I swear—”

Steph clapped her hands together. “Alright, enough of that. Harper’s safe, Chickie’s no longer panicking, and Kyra and Charli are somehow still standing after whatever this was.” She looked at you. “Let’s get back to our actual plans, yeah?”

You nodded, taking Harper’s hand. “Yeah. Let’s go have our picnic.”

Harper grinned. “And play football!”

Kyra smirked. “Don’t let her nutmeg you, Chick.”

“Oh, piss off Cooney-Cross,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I taught her.”

With Harper’s hand in yours, you led her back toward the front of the store, your heart finally settling after that brief moment of sheer panic. But one thing was for sure, Harper was going to be glued to your side for the rest of the day.

The park was quiet except for the occasional sounds of kids playing and the rhythmic thud of a football being passed between you and Harper. She was full of energy, her little legs moving as fast as they could to keep up with you. Every time she managed to get the ball past you, she would let out a triumphant cheer, arms raised above her head like she had just won the World Cup.

“You’re getting too good, Harps,” you teased, tapping the ball back toward her. “Might have to start calling you the next Sam Kerr.”

Harper gasped dramatically. “No! I wanna be like you!”

That made you pause, warmth spreading through your chest. “Oh yeah?”

Harper nodded eagerly. “You teach me cool tricks! And you’re the best!”

You laughed, shaking your head as you knelt down. “Alright then, little legend. Let’s learn a new trick.”

For the next thirty minutes, you showed her how to pull off a simple step-over. At first, she kept tripping over her own feet, but after some exaggerated demonstrations (and a few dramatic tumbles on your end just to make her laugh), she finally got it. The moment she successfully pulled it off, she shrieked with joy and immediately demanded you record her doing it so she could show Mini.

After wearing yourselves out, you packed up and headed back to your and Sam’s place, where the second you sat down on the couch, Harper immediately climbed into your lap, demanding Bluey.

Not that you were going to say no.

So there you were, curled up on the couch, Harper tucked into your side as the two of you watched episode after episode. Harper giggled at the show, occasionally quoting lines before they even happened, while you felt yourself slowly sinking deeper into relaxation.

That’s how Mini found you when she came to get Harper.

“Alright, Miss Harper,” Mini sighed, hands on her hips. “Time to get ready for bed.”

Harper clung to you tighter, her little arms wrapping around your torso. “Noooo, I wanna stay with Chick!”

Mini groaned. “Harper…”

You glanced down at the little girl, who was now nuzzling into your hoodie, clearly refusing to budge. With a small chuckle, you looked up at Mini. “I can keep her for the night, if you want.”

Mini exhaled in relief. “If you’re sure? She’s all yours.”

Harper perked up, eyes shining. “YAY!”

Mini shook her head, muttering something about you spoiling her daughter before leaving you and Harper snuggled up once more. At some point, exhaustion won out, and the two of you dozed off.

Sam, who had just come home from rehab, paused at the doorway, a slow smile spreading across her face. You and Harper were curled up in the exact same position, mouths slightly open, Harper’s tiny body cradled in your arms like she belonged there.

Shaking her head in amusement, Sam pulled out her phone, snapped a picture, and immediately sent it to the Matildas group chat.

sam

Found Chickadee and her mini-me. Pretty sure I’m being replaced.

Before she could even put her phone away, replies flooded in.

kyra

LMAOOOO

mini

I literally tried to take her off Chickie but she refused

steph

My heart. This is too cute.

ellie

They even sleep the same????

Sam rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the fond chuckle that escaped her. She grabbed a blanket and gently draped it over the both of you before ruffling your hair lightly.

“Goodnight, ya little chook,” she murmured before heading to bed.

[never-rxne]

— dating modern!sevika: korea edition

notes - missing korea something awful rn and it doesn't seem like i'll be able to go anytime soon so...have these fluff hcs - takes place in korea but reader is not necessarily korean. obviously lmao - i'm taking you all to korea with me through these hcs.,, it's a beautiful country

» dinner dates in kbbq houses and only she is allowed to handle the grill. every time. she is the only person in the entire country who knows how to cook samgyeopsal the right way and has argued with multiple people on the methods. also can go through a bottle of soju without blinking, but makgeolli will knock her out for some reason  

» loves those seaside fish markets in busan. haggles with the vendor ajummas like a pro. does not shy from eating any kind of raw seafood- her favorite is sannakji (live octopus).

» figured out the complicated ass subway system in two weeks and never gets lost, but she hates the road traffic and you never let her drive because she’ll be ready to fight a mf every time. 

» going to clubs in itaewon and she has the attention of every girl in two seconds flat. they whisper among each other about how tall and handsome she is, like a video game character. but she only has eyes for you. never lets you have a drink before she checks it. 

» delighted by the linguistic culture of deferential speech and tries to make you address her with honorifics. “let’s hear you call me unnie.” 

“what if i smacked you with this slipper?” 

» late night walks through the streets of seoul. she never misses the chance to go into a convenience store for a midnight snack of ramen. no spicy instant noodles is too spicy for her

» the neighborhood kids adore her and call her Sevika ee-mo (auntie). they run around her and cling to her arm, asking her to flex the muscle. it always makes you laugh because Sevika genuinely doesn’t seem to know what to do with them. for one they chatter at her in Korean and for another she freezes at any kind of spontaneous affection… but if she happens to have some candy or a half-crushed chocopie in her pocket she’ll hand it to them

» extremely fastidious on the proper way to eat kimchi. she will not eat it until it is just ripe enough but also doesn’t like it when it’s too fermented. 

» when you go into olive young together the employees assume she’s the expert on skincare because she looks so good, but her skin care routine is bar soap and water and moisturizer and sunscreen if she remembers

» strangely up to date on korean media trends from her habit of binging shorts to fall asleep. you randomly hear her humming kpop songs while she goes around the apartment 

» also picks up korean curse words like a native. never fails to make you giggle whenever she drops something or bumps into something and you hear her whisper “sssshhhibal” (fuck) in the most perfect non-accented korean

» you try to get her to do skincare nights even though her skin is already perfect. she goes along with it because it gives her an excuse to lie flat on the couch with her head in your lap for half an hour with a face mask on

[httpsryu]

b.f.s (best friend's sister) pt. 2

pairing: mo jihye x fem!reader

summary: it was always a thing, noticing your best friend's older sister. ever since you were a young girl.

category: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au

genre: fluff, slight angst (?)

warnings: JEALOUSY, y/n is very much head over heels for jihye

a/n: thanks for the love on part 1 <3

clearing your throat and simultaneously tapping your feet, you dart your eyes between your best friend and her sister. both girls look down at their feet, avoiding your gazes at them.

"i mean if it wasn't a date, i don't get why you're so upset." maya blurts out her intrusive thoughts, earning a nudge in her stomach by her sister.

you deeply sigh, having jihye's concern pan towards you. why do you seem to care so much about that girl?

"it isn't about that." you respond with a worried expression. "you already know how introverted haerin is, you can't just randomly yell that out -- especially in a public setting."

your best friend rolls her eyes, your words going through one ear and coming out the other. "i was just genuinely excited for you."

"me?"

maya nods. "haerin is a cute and nice girl and you were complaining about how you hated being single, let alone get grossed out when boys try to court you. i just figured you'd want to try something new with a nice and cute person like her."

"i see. but maya you'd have to understand that me dating is my own personal matters, besides even though i always complain on how single i am, i still don't want to be in the dating scene yet." you explain, thankfully without blurting out that you have feelings for your best friend's sister.

a crush is a crush.

"y/n is young to date anyways." jihye backs you up, feeling a sour taste at the idea of you and haerin possibly becoming a thing.

maya groans loudly, putting her head back to be dramatic. "we're only a year younger than you!"

"still too young." jihye crosses her arms, wanting to not talk about nor think about you dating. (after all, she's just being a protective older sister.)

the younger mo rolls her eyes at how geeky and overprotective her sister is being, getting up from the ramp that she was sitting on to reach you. "y/n, let's go leave this oldie behind. she's getting on my nerves."

"HEY!"

shaking at your head at how immature the two siblings are being, you can't help but to stare over at jihye more. oh, how pretty she is in the sunlight with her natural curly hair falling perfectly right at her shoulders.

the way jihye could never stay mad at anyone ever, that's how much of a sweet and kind person mo jihye is.

"AHHH! save me!" maya runs behind you, using you as shield from her jihye unnie.

jihye huffs in frustration at maya using you for protection before picking up your backpack from the ground. "it's getting late, let's start heading back home."

slinging your backpack around her shoulders, she starts walking in front.

pretty

"hehe." your best friend giggles in victory, kissing your cheek and making sure to leave a big 'smooch' sound which grabs jihye to stop walking and bringing her attention to you two.

"we're coming! we're coming!" maya could not help but to let out another eye roll at the way her sister is acting today.

you wait for a bit, standing behind to see the other two walking. however, your sense of vision floods and linger over jihye. oh, how she looks pretty while YOUR backpack is around her back. she even walks pretty, how is one's beauty made so perfect?

mr and mrs. mo made jihye with love.

"what are you doing?" maya turns around, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand to get a good look at you. "let's go!"

jihye turns around as well, her eyes basically smiling at you making you freeze and look off to the side of her face.

trying to play it cool, you let out a small laugh before running up to the both of them. to not over fluster yourself, you lean a bit more on maya's side.

this seems normal.

but, why does jihye want you closer to her? she can't help but to ask herself on why you seem to always draw a line between you and her? are you that uncomfortable around her? could it be because she's a year older than both you and maya?

with her hand clutching on one of the straps of your backpack, jihye distantly stares off into the streets, keeping quiet as she ponders on how to get closer to you.

it's only normal, right? you three basically grew up together, it's not weird at the fact she wants to become closer to you, right?

"isn't it strange that kyujin keeps leaving notes into someone's locker?" maya asks, wondering why one of their friends is trying to keep it a secret.

you can only hum in question, before trying to defend your friend. "i think it's honestly kind of cute."

"tch, so cheesy."

notes in a locker?

jihye patiently waits in front of your classroom, her hands gripping to the straps of her backpack while she looks down at her feet to calm her nerves down. she softly inhales and exhales, finding a steady breathing before your class ends.

"y/n." kyujin whispers to you across the classroom.

you struggle to drought down the lecture materials as you look up at your friend calling your name. "huh?"

you notice your friend making a weird jerking movement with her head, leaving you extremely confused and overstimulated due to the materials covered in class. "what?"

"look at the door." kyujin whispers back.

at your friend's words, you lazily dart your eyes to the door.

OH MY GOD??

at the sight of her, you immediately sit up in your seat, pretending to look studious in case she happens to peer inside the classroom. why could jihye possibly be here? and in front of your classroom?

and why does she look amazing in that grey sweats gym uniform? and her hair is so curly today, you can feel a sense of devotion just for her only. if only...she would see you the same way you see her.

jihye probably only saw you as a sister

all of a sudden, the urge for class to end disappears and you just want to stay seated at your desk FOREVER.

getting a quick glimpse of the clock, you internally start panicking as you curse out the clock for moving its hands too fast all of a sudden.

the second your teacher started to erase her work off of the whiteboard, the panic rises internally even more. class is ending soon and all of sudden, you want to stay here forever instead of facing your ongoing long term crush like an idiot.

everyone else in the class starts to put their workbooks away, having you start panicking even more and ultimately, you too put away your workbooks into your backpack with an anxious heartbeat racing.

you watch as everyone else disperse out the classroom, halting on purpose to still calm yourself down and figure out why jihye is out waiting here in front of your classroom.

"bye weirdo." kyujin sends you a flying kiss to which you shudder and grimace before she walks out the classroom.

jihye looks over, peering inside the classroom once the students exited out. she smiles softly at the way you're diligently taking the time to put away your workbooks and school supplies. jihye can't help but to admire a little bit of your features.

you look up from zipping up your backpack close, making direct eye contact with the older.

jihye smiles over at you, her pink rosy lips upturn with her signature lip gloss. you swore you could've felt your heartbeat stopped beating for a second at the smile. before you could even get straight back to what you were doing, jihye strides her way towards you.

OH MY GOD-calm down.

"hi unnie." you manage to say, calming down a bit while continuing to zip your backpack up.

the older lets out a soft hum. "hi y/n."

"w-what are you doing here?" you get out of your seat, asking her.

jihye pushes down the thought that you probably don't want to see her and manage a small smile at your question, grabbing your backpack and holding it. "maya is doing something for a project with her partner so i figured i would accompany you on your walk back home, if that's alright?"

alone? just the two of you? walking?

"y-yeah, that's alright." you softly smile at the older.

jihye gasps happily, nodding as she walks besides you out of the classroom, holding your backpack in her hand.

the silence is comforting yet it's killing you in the inside. only sounds of the both of you walking against the concrete ground could be heard. and strangely; you like it yet dislike it.

you only like it because walking with your crush is a blessing but you dislike it because what do you even do in this situation?

jihye admires your features a little longer, blatantly staring at you without knowing how it'd make you feel. frankly, jihye always found you perfect and adorable. (like a younger sister, right?) somehow; you look even more perfect in this sunlight.

'why is she staring at me so long like that?' you think to yourself, feeling nervous even more as the both of you continue to walk along a small trail to your neighborhood.

"so, you normally help out at the library?" jihye asks with a soft tender voice, smiling down prettily at you.

you let out a curt nod, diverting your eyes down at your feet to stop your cheeks from getting painted by a pink-hue. "haerin and i both help out at the library."

"ahh~ i see." jihye nods to herself, keeping that information stored into her brain. "so...this haerin. is she nice?"

jihye hopes she didn't sound too intruding for asking that question. why does she want to know so badly if haerin is nice to you or not?

you can only let out a shy nod in response.

jihye ignores the weird itchy feeling in the back of her throat, inhaling in deeply before speaking again. "that's...that's good."

the air falls silent again.

"y/n?"

you look up at her sweet voice calling your name, ignoring the way the soft vibrations of her voice affects your inner turmoil of emotions. "hmm, unnie?"

"umm...do you not like me?" jihye's voice is very gentle and quiet...with a sense of vulnerability seeping through.

god; if only she knows how much you like her. how much every glance she gives you make you feel overwhelmed and enthralled, giving you butterflies each time. or how much her voice calling your name out makes your heart pound in your chest.

"no...i do. why?" you compose yourself to be able to say those words.

jihye gazes down at you with a small smile, tilting her head. "you barely talk to me and when you do, only a few words are exchanged. you tend to be wary of your distance with me when i'm near you."

you sigh deeply silently, darting your eyes back to the ground, the cracks in the pavement looking more interesting than the face of the girl you've always had a crush on since you were seven.

jihye quietly observe you, waiting for your response.

"it's not that unnie..."

you sigh again, not knowing what to say to ease the older girl's mind.

"you just make me nervous..."

jihye's brows furrows at your words.

nervous?

"is it because i'm older than you?" the question comes out hesitantly from the older's lips, lingering in the air for a few seconds while the two continues walking.

you shake your head immediately. "n-no."

"is it because i'm maya's sister?"

"no."

jihye's lips changes into a small frown, her eyes full of curiosity. "then why do i make you nervous?"

before you could open your mouth to form a response to the older's question, a small bark and a scratch on your legs grab your attention. you glance down, seeing your family's beloved toy poodle. which means you've arrived home...

"ah~ looks like we've made it safely." the older smiles softly, putting distance between you two to give you space. "i'll let maya know i've taken you home safely."

you can only nod in response. "thanks unnie..."

"i'll see you around." jihye says, forcing a smile as she reluctantly turns around to start heading home.

thursday; at 5:30 pm is written down as the worse day in your entire life.

here you are, lying in maya's arms while she comforts you. her hand brushes through your hair while tears are pouring out from your eyes. it's dumb, really. to cry over someone who's probably only seen you as their little sister's best friend.

and yet; here you are...

all because you saw jihye hugging some cool girl who goes by the name of kim minji.

why does the world seems to punish JUST you?

"shh...it's alright..." maya soothes you, her tone in a hushed whisper.

she feels your tears subsiding as you sniffle softly.

"there, there...you're alright."

once you've managed to calm down and relax, maya slightly pulled back to take a look at you. her thumbs gently wiped around your tears.

"now, who made my darling cry?" maya asks in a small whisper.

how do you tell your best friend of ten years that you've had a crush on her older sister since the day you became friends?

you shake your head, worried of what maya would think if you told her.

before maya could open her mouth to respond back, the door of her room gets swing opened and there she is, jihye standing in the doorway with a concerned look.

"i...overheard on the way back to my room." jihye softly says, her eyes focus onto you. "is everything alright here?"

no. no. no.

it's as if her gentle and concerned voice makes it even worse and before you can stop yourself; a dam of tears starts to break.

oh boy, this will be a long night.

hey...hehe...sorry for the VERY late second part :( my laptop got stolen and i hate typing on my phone or ipad so i had to buy a new one...

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october 30, 2024; publishing date

taglist: OPEN

[borathae]

Red

"Jungkook knows that he can always use his safeword with you. Even during your most passionate of roleplays."

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Comfort Fluff, slight Smut in the beginning

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, implied sexual situations, implied prisoner & cop roleplay, implied spanking & pain play, nudity, use of his safeword, the most comforting & loving aftercare for both <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: i can't find the ask rn, but someone once asked me if Koo ever had to use the safeword with her and how that went. so i decided to write it for you besties and it comes without a surprise that this is incredibly comforting and lovely 💗

 

Jungkook is a masochist. That much is sure to both him and you. He likes it when the ropes pinch a little. He likes it when the overstimulation burns so fiery. He likes it when the tug on his hair stings. And he likes it when the impact play leaves tender spots behind. Jungkook is a proud and very happy masochist. Pain is pleasurable to him, it gets him off.

But even for a proud and happy masochist such as himself, the pain can get too much. He is only human after all.

For tonight’s roleplay, you tied him to a metal pole with his back turned to you and his arms lifted above his head. He can rest against the metal post with his elbows if he wishes to do so. He is entirely naked and drenched in sweat by now, while you are still completely clothed. Tonight’s role play – like all your other role plays – was discussed into the smallest details beforehand. He is supposed to be your prisoner who refuses to give you crucial information and you are the morally corrupt detective who uses torture to get what she wants. It is so hot and sexy and so much fun. You interrogated him as he was tied to a chair and had a vibrator strapped to his cock, manhandled him a little as you shoved him from the interrogation room (your office on normal days) to the torture chamber (the playroom on normal days) and you used just the right impact toys in just the right order to really get him going. It was so much fun until suddenly it isn’t. 

You strike his tender and very red buttocks with the wooden pedal. You didn’t change anything in the way you strike him. You use the same angle, the same speed, the same strength, but it still gets too much for him. The once pleasurable pain becomes incredibly real. 

Jungkook tenses up and instantly yelps up, “ah! Red!”

“I’m stopping”, you exclaim and drop the pedal, “you’re safe. I’ll come closer and undo the bindings, okay?” 

“Yes”, he gets out, nodding his head. 

You caress his back slowly as you work with the other hand, studying his face worriedly.

“Are you okay? What happened?” you ask him. 

Jungkook meets your eyes and drops his temple against the metal pole, showing you how truly ruined you got him.

“I’m sorry”, he says.

“If you are sorry about using your safeword, be quiet. I’m happy that you used it. Did it get too much?” 

“Yes, too painful. I didn’t like it anymore.”

“I hear you. I’m sorry that I didn’t catch your signs.”

He shakes his head, “there were none. The pain suddenly felt too real.” 

“I see.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. “Good job for stopping it. I’m sorry for actually hurting you. I never meant to hurt you in a way where it feels real. Can you forgive me?”

“It’s okay, Mommy. It’s not your fault. You did everything right, but my body just had enough. Thank you for being such a good Domme.” 

You smile. He always knows exactly what to say to reassure you. There was never an instance when you felt like a bad Domme or like you had to be ashamed of what you did. He always reassures you and praises you just right.

“Thank you, Bunny. Thank you for being the best sub ever.”

He lets out a shy giggle. You smooch his cheek in reaction. The knot of the ropes finally opens. His weak arms instantly fall down, knocking a surprised groan out of him.

“Sorry, god sorry, I should have warned you. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, but everything hurts. Mommy, I can’t stand for long. I feel dizzy.” 

“Hold onto me. I’m here”, you gasp, instantly picking him up in your arms. 

He drops his head onto your shoulder, limbs wrapped tightly around you. He loves being carried by you. He thinks that it is impressive how strong you are. It is also really hot to him, but he can’t think of that aspect right now. He feels too ruined for it, finding comfort in your arms as you carry him to the sofa.

The sofa in the playroom is soft and has very comfortable cushions to rest on. He sinks into them with a relieved sigh, having to sigh again when you kiss his forehead.

He is currently resting on his side, while you are kneeling next to the sofa. You are facing each other. Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open when you brush his messy hair out of his forehead. He smiles tiredly. You retort it, kissing his forehead again.

“Does it hurt lots?”

“I guess. It feels like a numb pulsing.”

“I see. I’m sorry, Bunnybaby. I’ll get you something for the pain, yeah?”

He nods his head.

“Do you need pain meds as well? Or just something to cool?”

“Just something to cool.”

“Alrighty, I’ll be back really soon.”

You stand up and wrap him up in a warm blanket so he wouldn’t get cold.

“And, Mommy?”

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Maybe something to drink too, please?”

“Of course, Bunny.”

Jungkook sinks into a mixture of wakefulness and sleep while he waits for you to return. He dreams but it feels as if he was just vividly imagining things. It is such a nice and comfortable state to be in. 

He opens his tired eyes when he hears you come back. You are carrying a tray of snacks and whatever else you need to take care of him. 

You kneel down next to the couch, greeting him with a tender kiss to his cheek. 

“Hey, there.”

“Hey, Mommy”, he whispers, smiling sleepily. 

You lift the glass of water closer to him, guiding the metal straw to his lips. You put it there so he wouldn’t have to move out of the position. Jungkook gladly sips from it, gazing at you. He finishes half of the water.

“Good boy. Here’s a little treat for you. Open up.”

Jungkook obeys happily. You put a piece of hard candy on his tongue.

“Mhhhm, my favourite”, he gasps in a pitched voice, letting it melt on his tongue.

“Everything for my Bunny”, you say and kiss his cheek. You wipe the hair from his temple. “Now. I’ll get behind you and wipe some cream on your butt. Is that okay?”

“Yes, ‘is okay.” 

You climb on the sofa, nuzzling yourself into the cozy nook behind his legs. The couch is big enough to house both of you comfortably. It was very important to you and him when you purchased it that it has enough space for both of you. Aftercare for you and him is very touch-heavy. Cuddles, caresses and being physically close are what work best for the two of you. So it was important that your aftercare couch would accommodate these needs comfortably. 

You lift the blanket off his butt, making sure to keep the rest of him covered. You inspect him. Almost the entire space of his buttocks is reddened. In the middle of each cheek, the first indicators of bruises have started to form. No wonder that it got too much for him. Looking at him, it would have taken you maybe three more strikes and you would have stopped it for him. 

“Looking at you, I feel reassured I’m not an awful Domme. I think I would have given you like three spanks max before I’d have stopped it for you. So I still know the signs.”

“You’re not an awful Domme. You’re the best Domme ever. I feel so safe with you”, Jungkook whispers, dragging his words sleepily. 

“Thank you, Bunny”, you say, giving his back a little kiss before you straighten up again. You pick up the tub of cream and put some of the cooling ointment on your fingers. You spread it on his raw buttocks carefully, going especially gently on his bruised spots.

“This feels so good”, Jungkook breathes, body growing slack in relaxation, “I’m so tired.” 

“You can sleep if you need to.”

Jungkook hums. Afterwards, you and he fall into comfortable silence. You use it to massage his tender spots while he falls asleep. Or so you think until he breaks the silence in a soft voice.

“___?”

“Yes?” 

“Do think that it’ll ever stop feeling so good?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Aftercare. It feels so good with you. It’s like coming home. Do you think this will ever stop?” 

“I don’t think it will. At least I hope it won’t. I try to make it nice.”

“It’s so nice.”

You smile fondly, gazing at the back of his head. 

“I don’t think so either. It’ll always feel so good. I know it”, he says and sighs contently.

You look at him, feeling your heart race unbearably. You love this man so much. You have to be closer to him. It is impossible to exist otherwise.

You open the blanket to get under it behind him. You spoon him, wiggling your arms around him. Jungkook melts into you, holding your hand instantly.

“You know that I adore you, don’t you?” you whisper into his hair. 

“I adore you too.” He kisses your knuckles. “And I loved today. Thank you for this. I’d like to do it again someday, just maybe with less spanks.”

You snicker. He does too.

“Mhm yeah, agreed. Less spanks, more edging.”

“Nooo. No edging”, he whines with a pout.

You chuckle, talking between kisses to his face and neck. 

“Yeees, all the edging for you.” 

“Mommy, this is so unfair”, he complains, shivering each time you kiss a new spot. This is so relaxing to him.

“I think it’s fair.”

Jungkook huffs out air and pouts. You laugh fondly, cradling his cheek so you can turn his head to you. He gazes, but pouts for dramatic effect. You decide to take matters into your own hands and kiss his cute pout away. 

Jungkook gladly accepts it, heart racing like crazy in his chest. He turns in your hold, hooking his arms behind your head which naturally deepens the kiss. 

Truly, being with each other feels like home. Even something as serious as using your safewords will always end in comfort and love. That’s what it means to be with your soulmate. 

[wrathofrats]

A good friend requested some ghouls comforting dew dealing with hair loss

So have 700 words of Swiss and mountain comforting dew after his transition caused some of his hair to fall out.

Warnings for: allegories to chronic illness, dew being insecure about his hair, descriptions of hair loss and the trauma related to that. Hurt comfort? Kinda? Dew is hurt and Swiss and mountain comfort him

“Oh droplet…” mountain mumbled to himself as he passed the hairbrush down the golden strands of dews hair. Once a more inky black similar to rains now a striking blonde after his transition, as if the element burned through his hair too.

“Its….” Swiss grabbed the hair brush from mountain to pull the clumps of hair out of it, “ok it’s really not that bad”

It seemed like with every pass more and more thin pieces and knots of hair came out. Another handful to throw into the garbage. When dew first came back from his transition it was never this bad, maybe a couple extra pieces in the shower but as the weeks went on dew found himself emptying the bristles of his hair brush more often.

“Let me see” dew tried to turn around to face mountain and swiss but was kept forward by mountains legs around his hips, “if it’s really not that bad let me see”

“Don’t think that’s necessary dew. Just let us take care of you, don’t worry about it” Swiss handed the hair brush back to mountain, pursing his lips as mountain parted his hair. A clear thick line of pale scalp was visible, patches more apparently missing as his hair was moved around.

“Then let me see”

“It looks fine, the more you fuss the more problems you’ll find dew” mountain parted dews hair for French braids, a common hairstyle he’s sent him to bed in when his hair was thicker, harder to tame. But as he ran his finger down the middle of his scalp Swiss shook his head, noticing the track of much too visible scalp. Mountain shook his hair out, opting for a singular braid down the center of his head.

“I’m not stupid mo.” Dew squirmed, trying to turn around again to a mirror. “It feels different. Do you understand how weird that is? My hair doesn’t tangle anymore. There’s not enough of it. I could go days without brushing my hair and it wouldn’t fucking knot like it used to if you looked at it wrong”

They could hear the struggle in his voice, how it wavered around the words he was so afraid to speak. Years of complaining about the thickness to now being able to not take care of it and he would be fine. The ends were starting to get choppy, thin and frayed, split ends poking out the last half. Swiss passed mountain a bottle of leave in, something to help a little and even if it didn’t it made dew feel normal again.

“I know darling. It won’t last forever, just gotta wait for it to heal” mountain sprayed the conditioner through his hair, more than he really needed but dew would recognize if he put less.

“It really doesn’t even look that bad. You can barely tell if I’m being honest” Swiss tried to lighten his mood.

“Please don’t lie to me- I’m not stupid. I know it looks different. It looks weird.”

“It doesn’t. You look just as beautiful as always” there was a heavy pause in the room, Swiss and mountain staring at each other thinking of what to say. What could they say? Yes dew looked different, but even if jarring he wasn’t any less pretty, wasn’t any less dewdrop.

“You’re our dewdrop. Hair or not. And we love you all the same”

“But I don’t. No one else seems to be worried but I’m the one who has to live with it”

Mountain pulled at three small strands right at the top of dews forehead, beginning to braid down slowly, taking his time to play with dews hair the way he liked it. Swiss moved to sit in front of him instead of behind, hoping a familiar face would take away the clinicalness of it all.

“And I’m the one who has to live with you. And I’m telling you we love you either way. The state of your hair won’t change that.” Swiss said, flicking his nose with a giggle “sadly I’d probably still love you even if you killed someone”

Dew batted his hand away, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Would you still love me even if I was a worm?”

“You’d be the prettiest worm” Swiss laughed

“And we would give you the biggest tank possible. With the freshest vegetables.” Mountain chimed, securing an elastic at the end of the braid.

“No asparagus right? You know I hate asparagus”

“Absolutely no asparagus, my pretty worm”