#wait! I madly cried out

[rronikaveterr]

fuched up antagonist-guys in suits is my favourite gender

[mel0-dy]

[suiana]

Can I see ur take on a miserable Yan baby daddy (+miserable reader too)

(yandere! baby daddy x gn! afab reader) (sorry.. idk how to make reader miserable... mayb in another life... dies...)

"please please please please just one chance-"

he whines, hugging your feet as you try to leave his apartment. you merely grimace at him, trying to kick him away but to no avail.

you and him were once friends with benefits but unfortunately he had gotten you pregnant, leading you to ending things with him. you didn't want anything serious after all.

you told him you didn't want to see him anymore and that he should piss off. why would you want to remain in contact with someone who had a weak pullout game? that's just so stupid.

but he wasn't one to take no for an answer.

"please please please.... you can't just leave me! i sold everything to be with you!"

he cries, wetting your pants with snot and tears as he presses his face against the fabric of your jeans. you let out an annoyed 'tsk' trying to push his head away. god damnit, if he didn't let go you'd miss your flight!

"let go! i need to go to my flight!"

"no don't leave me!"

"shut up! i can't believe i even entertained you for so long! your flat is empty except for a bed and pictures of me!"

you hiss at the male, eyebrows furrowed as you hold your baby in your arms. damn it, you should've left him way earlier. he's not even rich! ugh, at least he's pretty. you've always had a thing for pretty boys.

your baby daddy sniffles, sobbing hysterically as he tries to beg you to stay with him. his eyes were glossed over, lower lip trembling as his cheeks flush a beautiful red hue.

damn it, damn him and his pretty face!

"please... i'll work 3 jobs if that's what you want! i'll win the lottery and give you a life of luxury! just don't leave me!"

his words were sincere, that much you knew. after all, he was so madly in love with you that he'd even accept being your friends with benefits just so he could feel like he was yours.

but it was just too much for someone that didn't want anything serious.

"ah!"

he whimpers as you kick him off and stomp out of his apartment. you still had a flight to head to. you couldn't be held up by him any longer. and your baby was starting to get annoyed by her dad.

"guh!"

"ah ah... okay baby, we're going now."

you coo at your baby as you drag your luggage out. aw, she's so pretty. must be because her daddy is pretty, she looks just like him after all.

leaving behind your pathetic baby daddy, you got into the cab you booked and didn't even as much as look behind.

"shit... shit they left... they actually..."

your baby daddy sobs into his hands again, sniffling and curling up into a ball on the floor of his barren apartment. no more you to brighten his life anymore, or his baby girl either.

the man sobs quietly, tears falling and wetting his eyelashes before he glares at your picture on the wall.

"just you wait... i'll get you back."

[f1smutwriter]

Can you please write a smut about Charles that reader is a virgin and their first night is very hot (like very hot🥵) but Charles make it comfortable for reader. And Charles is madly in love with reader that he thinks she is love of his life ❤️

|𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 (𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔)

Experienced!Charles x Virgin!Reader

Pt2, Pt3

Summary: He wanted to make your first time special. So he taught you the basics, or that’s what you thought it was.

Warnings: SMUT! Innocence kink, extreme corruption kink, fingering, oral (fem rec), breast play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (Big no no), praise, degrading, squirting, begging kink, pet names (Mon cœur, little bunny, princess, baby, etc), like way more that I don’t remember.

Notes: for the person who requested sorry this took literal years. This is probably one of my favorite fics. But anyways, Hope you enjoy!!

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I wasn’t one of those people who were craving for sex. I was okay being a virgin at first, but then I hit my twenties and it became a problem. I had a hot boyfriend and people thought we were going at it like bunny’s all the time. But Charles was actually extremely supportive about my choice. Til one day I couldn’t take it anymore.

I’m sitting on the couch while watching tv cuddling myself waiting for Charles. I hear the jingle of his keys making me get up and rush to him. The second he came in he sees me charging at him making him smile as he picks me up. “Well hello to you too Mon cœur” he smiled as he kissed my head as I scrunched up my nose making him smile. “So what have you been doing while I was out” he asked me softly dragging me to sit in his lap. “Nothing watching tv” I whispered as he started kissing my neck like he normal does making me whimper.

“Aww, did I make my little bunny nervous” he smirked nibbling at my sweet-spot. "Baby stop it" I whined in his neck making him chuckle a bite making him smile. "I'm sorry baby" He smiled thinking I was getting uncomfortable so he rubbed by back. "What were you watching" He asked softly as he rubbed my back watching the movie I was watching. "Some type of dark romance movie it's honestly crazy" I say cuddling into his side while we watch the movie.

As we watch the movie we see a scene where the two main characters starting kissing and it gets heated. I suddenly feel a rush of heat between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs shut as hard as I can to relieve the feeling. “You okay baby” Charles asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what was going on. “Yeah I’m fine love don’t worry about me” I whispered squeezing my thighs more and I feel his hand go on one of them. I feel him drag his hand up and down my leg feeling shivers down my back.

I subconsciously opened spread my legs so he could touch me where I craved the most. He slowly touched my inner thigh so close to my wet core making me let out small whimpers as he goes. He slips his hand in my tiny pajama shorts making me whimper softly. His fingers gazed my clothed cunt letting out a breathy moan. “Do you want it Mon cœur” he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck softly.

“P-please” I cried out wanting him to do more to me. As I said that his fingers started rubbing soft circles on my clit making me moan out and buck my hips from the feign pleasure. “Sshh let it happen” he chuckled as rubbed my clit faster before checking how wet I was. Once he felt I was soaking he groaned, slipping a fingering in me making me moan louder. I grab his wrist to tell him to stop moving them, I let out a shaky breath as he continued to rub my clit with his thumb.

He picks me up and walks to the bedroom. “Your first time is most certainly not gonna be on the couch” he smiled as he threw me on the bed making me giggle out loud. “Gonna let me take this off” he asked me pulling on my pajama shorts making me nod softly. He pulled them down my legs along with my panties making me shiver slightly. “Fuck I can’t wait to taste you” he smirked at me feeling wide eyed at his comment. “What did you really think I wasn’t gonna taste this pretty pussy” he chuckled looking at my face amused as he rubbed my thighs.

“I-I don’t know” I whispered blushing bright cherry red making him laugh at me a bit. “Don’t worry gonna make you feel so good baby you’re not gonna walk for a week” he smiled as he went back to kissing me gently like I was the most fragile thing on planet earth. “Charles you don’t have to be gentle. I want it to be good for you too” I mumbled softly making him smile at my response to his kiss. “Don’t think you’d want that, I can be really rough and I don’t want to hurt you” he smiled softly as he rubbed my face his his thumb making my head lean closer to his hand.

I kiss him wrapping my arms around his neck as we kiss. He holds my waist as we make out, him slipping his tongue in my mouth gently making me gasp against his lips. He breaks the kiss to start kissing my neck slowly taking off his my shirt. “I love when your in my clothes like they were made for you” he whispered in my ear before going back to kissing my neck, sucking on my sweet-spot.

He goes down and sucks on my nipple, while rubbing the other one feeling my back arch off the bed and whimpers spilling out of my mouth. He kisses down my stomach and pecked the very top of my cunt making my thighs close together. “Leave them open” he growled as he spread my legs roughly making me gasp at his roughness. His fingers run through my soaking fold. He leaned down and started eating me out savoring my juices like he’s been dying for it.

He sucked on my clit making me gasp loudly and closing my thighs around his head. I feel him chuckled against my cunt, grabbing his hair to push his face and tongue deeper into my pussy. “Fuck this pussy taste so sweet. So mean for keeping it from me” he groaned against me feeling my legs shake from the pleasure. “I’m gonna eat you out all the time, when your asleep when your awake, when your showering” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around my thighs to dig his face deeper into me.

“B-baby feel s-something in m-my stomach” I cried out making him chuckle. “That’s called an orgasm let it go cum all over my tongue let me taste how sweet you really are” he whispered sticking his tongue in my tight hole making a scream rip out of my throat. My thighs start shaking around his head as I cum all over his tongue tugging his hair for dear life. I swear that I almost black out from that intense moment. “How was that baby” he chuckled rubbing my face with his hands. “G-good” I stuttered out still feeling like I’m on cloud nine. “Want it rough Charles please” I begged him wanting him to take me rough to feel the whole experience. “You sure don’t want to hurt you” he asked making me nod frantically.

“Hands and knees ass in the air” he said quickly making me obey him in an instant. “Fuck can’t wait to stick my cock into your tight pussy. Gonna squeeze me so good” he said as reached over to grab a condom. “No don’t want it. Wanna feel you” I say making him grin grow even bigger. “Oh my dirty girl wants it raw, want me to fuck a baby into you. Well don’t worry I will” he said putting his hand under my mouth. “Spit don’t want you to get hurt” he demanded feeling myself spit in his hand. I see him in the mirror rubbing my saliva on his hard cock, he looked up and saw me staring at him in the mirror. He winked at me through it as his cock runs through my sensitive fold. He slowly slips in me groaning in pure pleasure as I groan from the burning stretch he gave me.

Tears running down my face making him laugh softly. “Is it too big for you” he smirked making him lay me on my back to see my every expression. He start thrusting in and out slowly making sure to not hurt me. As I get used to the feeling I start clenching around him from the pure pleasure. “F-fa-faster please faster baby” I cried out making him grab my hips and pound in and out of me. I feel my eyes roll at the back of my head feeling him hit that one spot deep inside I just found out about. “You look so good on my cock” he smiled before adding “I can’t wait to teach you how to ride me, just wait Mon cœur we’re not having no vanilla sex just you wait” He grin making me clench around his throbbing cock.

He sucked my nipple before he put his thumb in my aching clit making me gasp out loudly. He started rubbing it fast feeling my air leave my lungs in an instant. “Yeah there’s my good girl, so desperate and eager to be my little cock whore” He growled pounding harder and harder feeling my nails drag along his back hearing him growl in my ear. “Gosh baby don’t worry I’m gonna fill you up all the time to a point when your not full your gonna feel it still” He smirked making me scream out being so close over the edge. “Wanna cum huh baby” he smiled making me babbled nonsense. “Y-yes” I whined as he licked and sucked my neck marking me. “Cum baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock” he grumbled making my vision go black as I have the most mind blowing orgasm ever.

I feel liquid come out of me, trying to stop it but doesn’t work. I look at him in pure embarrassment as he smirks at me. He moves my hips chasing his orgasm, overstimulating me a bit. As he cums with a loud groan feeling the liquid come out of me again. He palms my clit fast moving side to side at an inhuman pace making the liquid come out in large amounts. “N-no more no more” I cried out begging him to stop from the pure sensitivity. He smiled as he licked up my abused pussy clean. “What the heck was that” I asked him hiding my face in his neck. “That was you squirting and Mon cœur I’m gonna make you do it all the time your gonna have none left in you” He smirked as he rubbed my hair softly out of my face.

“Thank you baby” I whispered in his neck rubbing his back a bit. “Thank you for what Joli” He smiled softly scratching my head. “Taking my virginity the best way possible” I grinned softly making him burst out laughing. “You are one of a kind Y/n L/n” He smiled kissing my head before we fall fast asleep in each others arms.

I know I said I didn’t crave it. But when you have a hot boyfriend who knows what he’s doing, you want it 24/7.

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Notes: this was the story I thought I posted to someone but turns out my system was being dumb and it was in my queue. Kinda awkward anyways I hope you guys like it am I’m posting more soon so give me more requests please I’m begging 🙏. HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[cameronspecial]

i can send a few if you want.

because i liked I boy by sabrina carpenter

rafe's "ex" hasn't moved on, they weren't really dating she fell in love but he didn't. six months later he's head over heels in love with reader, there's comes in the song and rafe reassures her she isn't a homewrecker or a slut. just fluffy rafe with that angsty song

Who I Am

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Derogatory Name Calling

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Masterlist

Y/N groans as she sees another piece of paper under her windshield wiper. The pink colour clues her in on what it is about. For the past week, she has been finding threatening notes on rose stationery everywhere she goes. At first, they started out as simple statements. He isn’t yours. You stole him. Then they escalated to calling her names. You’re a homewrecking bitch. He was mine, Slut. She tries to pretend they haven’t gotten to her, but she’s gotten so many that they could fill a semi-truck and they slowly begin to get under her skin. Her hand grabs the new note, opening it with one hand. “We were going to get married until you came along, Homewrecker,” she reads herself. She has told Rafe about them, not thinking it is important enough to concern him. However, this note in particular gets to her. She doesn’t know why she believes the note; she just gets an unsettling feeling about it. Her mind runs wild with the thought of Rafe waiting at the altar for another woman and then she comes into the picture and stops the whole celebration. 

The paper is shoved into her back pocket and she gets into her car to head home. Rafe is waiting for her at home with a wide grin. When she doesn’t return the happiness, he frowns. “What’s wrong, Sweet Pea?” he worries, rushing to bring her into his arms. Her bottom lip rests between her teeth, “I need to show you something.” He doesn’t object as she takes his hand and drags her to their room. She grabs something from under her bed, pulling out a box. The notes are revealed once she opens them. She hands them over to him for him to read. Silence falls in the room as he reads through them. His mouth purses and she sees him bite the inside of his mouth. 

“When did you start getting these?” he questions. She picks out the first one, “Last week. Do you know who sent them? Is what they say true? Is that who I am?” He drops the paper and steps closer to her, enveloping her in a hug. His lips pepper her face in kisses. “No. No. No,” he disagrees. “You aren’t a homewrecker or a slut.” “Then why is she saying these things?” she cries, starting to grow frustrated. He caresses the back of the head and leads her to sit on the bed. “I went out on a couple of dates with Tiffany about a year ago and then she fell head over heels for me. I broke up with her when she started planning our wedding after our third date. She didn’t take it well,” he explains. She looks at him through wet lashes, “So you didn’t cheat on her with me or break up with her because of me?” He wipes the tears from her eyes and runs his thumb over her cheekbones. “I didn’t. I will admit. You may not be my first love, but you are my favourite and my last.” She sighs at his confirmation and relaxes in his hold. Even though they have only been dating for six months, she has to admit that she is madly in love with him and she is glad she didn’t take him from someone else. “Now, how about we go stargaze on the trampoline while listening to the Black Eyed Peas,” he proposes, steering her to the backyard. It’s true, they are both smitten with each other and they spent the night cuddled under the stars.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

[taesankisser]

bf!leehan thoughts <3

warnings: fem!reader implied, i am DELUSIONAL!!!, comforting (no serious content warnings!)

song rec: take my hand by zerobaseone

writing under the cut!

bf!leehan, who is so observant when it comes to you and your emotional needs. he’s always there for you when you need him, and can always tell when something isn’t right. it can sometimes catch you off guard with the way he’s learned to read you, but it’s become one of the many ways he makes you feel loved. he can see through even the thickest of your masks, and it makes you treasure him even more because he can see you in a way that most people can’t.

bf!leehan, who is the best at listening because he’s invested and nonjudgmental as well as really focused on your needs in the moment. he’ll let you talk forever if that’s what you need and it’s so endearing because he’ll watch you with the most engaged puppy dog eyes, paying attention to everything you said. he’s one of those people where when you talk to him you actually feel genuinely heard and not just listened to, he makes you feel seen and valued. he radiates quality time energy, so this is also be super beneficial in the sense that it satisfies that social part of him as well as his need to spend quality time with his lover. talking things out with him is genuinely just all around beneficial to your relationship because you both feel loved through it.

bf!leehan, who is so easy to love because of how laid back and calm he is. he has that silly/goofy side to him, but at the same time he’s quite calm, which causes him to be such a safe haven for you. when things get hard and stressful, he’s right there waiting for you with open arms. he’s reliable in the way that when it feels like everything in your life is falling apart, he isn’t and he’s by your side through everything. he makes things a lot more bearable through the hardest of seasons.

bf!leehan, who loves doing skin care with you. by the time you’re well into your relationship, you’re practically a beauty guru with the way he’s taught you everything. he makes sure you do it every night, even when you’re tired. you always opt to do with him so it’s not as tedious or boring. you two share products and he loves doing masks with you. you get into the routine of doing a face mask at least once a week as a way to bond, while also taking care of your skin! he’s so cute in the way he’ll look out for new products and share new tips he learns. overall, the cutest self care bf ever!

bf!leehan, who turns into a completely different person when you agree to go look at fish with him. if you initiate an aquarium date, he’ll literally look at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. you go to the aquarium at least once a month (sometimes different ones too to explore and see more fishies) and it almost becomes like a regular date you two have. you love going with him, even if you’re not the biggest fish enthusiast like your boyfriend. you love it because he gets so excited, it’s such a simple thing that makes him light up, which makes your heart happy just like his in those moments. you two really thrive off making the other feel happy, comfortable, and cared for in your relationship.

<3

author’s note: this was requested by a sweet anonie so i hope you all enjoy! i cried on the inside while writing this tbh because i am madly in love with him… we’re not getting into it so BYE! have a great day/night!!

- lots of love, solar!

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 9: Farm Work

Find the rest of the stories here!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; lactation play; transformation; restraints; corruption; forced impregnation; forced tf; bondage; probably a dozen things I've missed

Author's note: I'm really not kidding when I say you can help by giving me ideas! Want me to write about something? Drop me an ask or a DM! I'll probably get around to it in the next 350+ days!

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Maybe you stayed out a little late? Maybe you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? All you know is you got jumped.

It was on the way home after work, you hadn't noticed them get off the train behind you, hadn't heard them gaining on you. You only noticed them when the chemical-smelling rag was pressed against your face, and the world went dark.

You woke up already naked and sweaty. Your arms were bound down your back, forcing your chest to push out, showing off your tits in the half-light. You could hear shouting in the next room, then everyone went quiet quiet as a voice called out 

"Next is lot 35, female, mid 20's, recently acquired"

They pushed you forwards and you stumbled, your ankles tied so you could only take small, hobbling steps, your bare feet numb on the cold concrete floor.

You emerged through the door into a spotlight. Blinking against the light you could see the room was full of people but you couldn't see any faces. 

Everyone could see you, bare, glistening, unable to cover yourself. You cowered away from their gaze, and yelped when a man hit you across the buttocks with a cane.

The auctioneer started the bidding, calling out numbers and taking bids faster than your addled, panicking brain could follow them. All the while, the man with the cane was watching. If you slouched? Whack. If you looked down? Whack. If you tried to hide any part of you? Whack.

The gavel went down. You're not sure how much you sold for. You were led off into another room, then into the back of a van.

You weren't sure how long you were in there, gradually coming down from whatever they used to knock you out. When they opened the doors you were somewhere else.

A large man, bald and scarred, manhandled you up and tightened a collar around your neck. He attached a long pole to it and started to manoeuvre you out. You were pulled through a maze of corridors, into a room with dozens of other women restrained to the floor and groaning. A smaller man waited, dressed in riding gear and carrying a crop.

"Ah, the new arrival." He pulled out a torch and examined you by the light, prodding and poking, feeling your tits and forcing open your mouth to see inside "All her own teeth, reasonable build, looks perfectly adequate. Get her settled." He left the room by the door you came in. 

The large man pushed you to a space between two other women and attached your collar to the floor with a short length of chain before going behind you and connecting your ankles to the floor. 

You were stuck there, knelt down with your naked ass in the air, face inches from the floor. 

That's when you heard it. Something was being led up behind you. Something huge and snarling. You could feel it's breath on your behind as it got to you. It was smelling you. Then it was upon you. 

It was heavy on your back, driving your face and chest into the floor as it thrust it's cock over your ass. It felt huge on your back, already oozing fluids. You cried out as it found its mark and started pressing against your pussy. It slid off again and again as it thrust madly, over and under you, until it didn't.

The pain almost made you black out. It was bigger than anything you'd had down there, and it wasn't letting up. Again and again it pounded into you until you couldn't see for tears and your screams turned to hoarse whispers.

Only then did it slow. One. Two. Three last mighty pumps into your quivering, punished pussy before it held in its throbbing cock. How breath on the back of your neck, stale and damp. You could feel the cum filling you up, pooling in your womb. It pulled out, your pose stopping any from spilling out despite your loosened hole. Whatever it was was being pulled away from you. Drawn sullenly back to wherever it was kept. 

You didn't move for the rest of the day. Not that you had much choice.

You woke to a bowl in front of you, filled with a tasteless beige slop. You tried not to eat, the food making your stomach turn. You weren't given a choice. You had your face pushed down into it, forced to eat just to make enough space to breathe.

This continued for weeks.

You thought it was just the food at first, making you sick when you woke up. Then you realised you hadn't had a period yet. Then you felt yourself start to grow. Your belly and your tits both getting larger. You couldn't not notice it. They couldn't either.

You woke to someone hefting your tits. They were manhandling them into plastic cups, suctioned on around your growing nipples. Then they turned the machine on.

You groaned. The machine was suckling you. Gently pulsing the suction up and down to start milking your tits. It lasted for hours. Days. Eventually you felt yourself starting to give milk, you saw it flowing down the tubes leading from your body. 

The food changed. It wasn't just flavourless any more. Now there was something different about it, something strange that made your tits and clit tingle and throb. 

It didn't stop. All day and all night the machine would pump out milk, more and more as the drugs and your own body did their work. You felt something else as well. Your clit kept tingling and buzzing, the drugs and the unending stimulation keeping you on edge, always ready to orgasm at any moment. But the moment never came.

The handlers don't touch you now. You hadn't had the creature since the first night. You're nothing but a whimpering cow, mooing and braying on the machines.

Until you aren't.

The handlers are taking notice of you again. You're hearing them talking about you. You're almost ready. 

You wake to someone behind you. You wiggle your ass to get some attention, and feel something strange between your thighs. Your clit feels big and hard against your legs. It must be at least an inch long after all the drugs and the edging. You feel it. Another tube suctioned over your clit. You hear a button clicking on the machine milking you. The cup on your clit starts pulsing in time with the others.

It's too much.

You cum immediately, the orgasm causing your swollen pussy to contract and throb, begging to be filled with something, anything. You moaned and begged for the man behind you to just fuck you already, you didn't care any more, you just wanted him inside you. 

He walked away. 

You don't know how long the orgasm lasts. By the time you can think straight again you're face down in a puddle of drool, your hips still bucking in time with the suckling on your tits and your swollen clit.

The strange taste is still in your food. It feels like every few days your tits grow another size, your clit another inch. 

Then it happens. You can feel something welling up from within you, pulsing through you. It feels like something is travelling up the length of your distended clit, coming closer and closer until inch by tortuous inch it starts.

You cum. Your pussy cleanches and squirts, your body convulses and you thrust your hips forward reflexively.

You can feel something coming out of your clit. Thick, hot cum is flowing out of you in a steady stream, each pulse makes you cry out in ecstasy. 

The drugs, the humiliating position you'd been stuck in for months, the beast growing in your belly, all forgotten.

This is all you want. To kneel here. To be milked for everything you have. To be knocked back up whenever you finally give birth to whatever it is in your belly.

You won't leave here, not for anything

[skzooweemama]

Y/n tickling the members to get what she (or they, whichever gender you write for!) wants??

I feel like tiny fics of that would be sososoo adorable😫

Ty but you can ignore this if you want!😅

yesss this is my fav kind of tk stuff 😈😈

tiny fics it is!

plz excuse how long i've been gone- life kinda took me through the ringer in the last two months...

but i'm back for now!! and i wanted to say thanks for 100 followers! y'all are the best!!

i hope you all had a happy holiday season!! enjoy!!

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Bang Chan:

chan was unaware that he was no longer alone until he felt a soft touch on his back that startled him so much he nearly screamed. he hadn't heard the door open while wearing his recording headphones, and now he was paying for it. whipping around in the chair, chan's racing heart was immediately calmed upon seeing you standing behind him. he sighed in relief as he pulled his headphones down to sit around his neck.

"jesus- you scared me..." chan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm sorry, channie. i didn't mean to startle you." you replied, smiling sheepishly. chan nodded, turning back to save what he was working on. "how's it going?"

chan hummed. "well, i can't get this chord progression right and the defaults on this program are pretty hard to change, so not too great..." he trailed off again, eyes focused on the audio files disguised as colorful bars on his monitor.

you nodded in understanding (even though chan's back was to you) and glanced at the clock on your phone. it was nearing 11pm and it was clear he wasn't gonna get much further without some sleep.

"do you maybe wanna call it a night?" you asked, your tone soft as your hands made their way to his shoulders. he was holding a lot of tension there. again.

"is that why you're here?" chan shot back, causing you to roll your eyes.

"i'm just worried about you, baby. seriously, all you're doing right now is getting yourself worked up. wouldn't some sleep help?" you were trying to be diplomatic, but here was your boyfriend, stubborn as always.

"you know how sleep is."

"alright, now you're just being difficult. c'mon, i made dinner." you said finally, going to grab his coat from the coat rack. of course, chan did not listen and was still typing away when you came back. "christopher bahng, let's go."

and yet again, he ignored you.

you groaned loudly and threw his coat down, now determined to get his butt up and out of this studio. for a moment, you played with the idea of giving him one last warning, but... it really had been too long since you've seen him laugh anyway.

“your funeral…” you muttered, reaching around the back of the chair to grab at chan’s sides.

“what are you- AH!!” he cried out as soon he felt your fingers on his ticklish skin and then broke off into his squeaky giggles. “wait!! nahaha!!”

“i’ll only stop if you agree to come home~" you singsonged, your fingers tickling anywhere you could reach as chan thrashed in his seat. you knew how ticklish he was, he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

chan shook his head "no" for only a moment before he felt your fingers dig into his lowest ribs. "NAHAHA OKAY!!" he relented, giggling madly. you took your hands away as he caught his breath. "alright, lehet's... let's go home now."

you chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "that's what i like to hear!"

Lee Know:

sometimes eating really took too much energy. it was a complete hassle, especially now. you were so close to finishing a giant assignment for university and you were completely locked in. of course, this is the moment your stomach decided to inform you that it is empty.

the hunger pains hit you like a truck, and you groaned as your train of thought was completely derailed. a glance at the time told you that you had been working for hours, which must've been the reason why you were feeling ravenous.

after much deliberation, you decided that you were at a decent stopping point on your assignment, especially seeing as it wasn't due for another couple days. time to go find some food.

the hallway was pitch black when you finally emerged from your office. it had become pretty stuffy in the time you were in there and you took a deep breath as you made your way to the kitchen. it was dark in there as well, and you assumed minho had probably gone to bed awhile ago.

no matter! you were perfectly capable of making yourself something to eat.

at least, that's what you thought before you ended up standing in the refrigerator light, staring down all the options before you. it was much too overwhelming for your tired brain to handle and you ended up standing there for much longer than intended.

arms snaking around your waist and a nose burying itself into your neck was enough to snap you out of your haze.

"what're you doing, jagi?" minho purred in your ear as you grasped at the arms around you.

you leaned back into him. "'m hungry..." you sighed, shutting your eyes briefly.

minho huffed out a small laugh. "yeah? you should eat something. staring at the food won't do anything."

you groaned and turned towards him, wrapping him in an embrace of your own. "i'm too tireddd..." you whined.

"awe, you're too tired? my poor baby." minho hummed, and you could practically feel him smiling against your shoulder.

"don't tease me." you said, smacking his back lightly. "you should be making me food, though. i worked really hard today. i deserve it."

"do you?" he fired back, tone lilting and even more teasing now that you were getting worked up.

"yes! will you? please?" you pulled away from the hug just slightly to give him your best puppy eyes.

minho hummed like he was thinking. "i dunno... i'm kind of tired too..."

"minnn!" you whined once again, squeezing him tightly. as you did, your fingers dug into his sides just slightly, causing him to jolt in your hold.

"yah! don't do that!" minho cried out, suddenly desperate to escape from you.

you laughed as you realized what had happened and dug into his sides once again. "do what? hm?" he bit back a squeal and pushed at your shoulders. "if it tickles so bad, make me food~" you cooed.

minho's blushing face and red were illuminated by the light of the fridge. he looked so cute, but of course he still had to be sassy. "starve." he choked out, still fighting his own laughter.

you raised an eyebrow. "oh? if you won't make me any food, i guess i'll have to look elsewhere." you shrugged and gave him a devilish smirk, before diving forward to begin to nibble at his sensitive neck.

"AHH!! NOHO!!" minho laughed, shoving at your harder now. you held him fast and giggled into his neck at his reactions, which brought out his snorting and made you giggle harder.

the two of you stood in the soft light of the refrigerator, you tickling and minho laughing and trying to fight you off, until he finally relented and agreed to make you some food. he huffed and puffed and called you annoying, but you knew he didn't mean it. it was his fault that he was so sensitive, after all.

Changbin:

it almost seemed like the clock was moving extra slow to taunt you. when changbin said he'd be at the gym for a while, you didn't realize he would be gone this long. it had been nearly 3 hours! you couldn't imagine what he was doing that took so long. stray kids did have a big comeback tour soon, but usually that meant they'd rest in the weeks before they left. surely chan wasn't encouraging changbin to work out this much.

just as you were about to send a text to check in on him, you heard the front door open. moments later, changbin came around the corner and into the dining room where you were sat, doing some work.

"hi baby! how was the gym?" you greeted, beaming at him.

your smile faltered a bit when you took in his appearance. he looked tired and worried, with his brow drawn up and a far-away look in his eyes. you also noticed his hair was damp with sweat, meaning he didn't shower at the gym like normal.

he offered you a small smile and came over to kiss your forehead softly. "it was alright, nothing special." he patted your shoulder and turned to head down the hall. "i'm going to take a shower."

changbin was gone for a quite a while, and in that time you made dinner for the both of you and waited patiently for him to come out. the shower eventually stopped, but instead of him coming to investigate the smell of food like he usually would, you heard the bedroom door shut. you decided to give him some space and ate alone. after another hour, you decided to bring the food to him, just in case he was really too tired to come eat.

"baby?" you called into the bedroom before opening up the door all the way. "i have food for you! do you-," you cut yourself off as your eyes adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom.

changbin was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, legs drawn up to his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"oh my god." you whispered, quickly setting the food on the dresser and practically falling to the floor to take him into your arms. "bin, my baby, what's wrong?"

changbin leaned into your embrace and sniffled, choking back a sob. "the comeback- i don't look good enough- i can't-," he barely got the words out, but you understood immediately.

"oh bin, you're so beautiful and strong- you know all your fans admire you for it!" you cradled the back of his head as he leaned into you and kissed the side of his head. "i do too, of course i do... please don't think so negatively of yourself."

changbin nodded against your shoulder, hands fisted in the sweatshirt you were wearing. "i know, i know. 's hard sometimes."

you hummed in acknowledgement and moved so you could take his face in your hands. "it is, i have days like that too." you wiped at the tear stains on his puffy cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "but you help me out of them, yeah? so i'll help you too."

changbin nodded once again, flushing slightly at your actions. you giggled when he averted his gaze, trailing your hands down his neck and to his shoulders, and then to his chest. you gave him a teasing look and squeezed his pecs gently. he flushed a deeper shade of red, and bit his lip, swatting at your hands gently.

"you're so strong, my love. and so handsome. i can't help but feel you up~" you giggled, leaning forward to kiss his warm cheeks. changbin opened his mouth to say something, but instead a gasp came out when you ran your fingers over the ticklish spot on the side of his chest. "oh? are you feeling ticklish right now?"

changbin shook his head, intent on scrambling away from you. "bahaby, please!" he pleaded as you caught him in a bear hug.

once you had a good grip, you used your body weight to slow him down and dug into his weak spot with a fervor. changbin screamed immediately, throwing his head back and breaking into loud cackles right after. you laughed at his silly giggles and tickled him some more.

"do you promise to come to me next time you're feeling sad?" you asked once you thought he'd had enough.

"YEHES!!" changbin shrieked, still fighting you (but just barely). his face way flushed and more tears streaked his cheeks, but you knew these ones were good. you let him go, but not before drowning him in about a million kisses.

Hyunjin:

it had been about a year since you'd been able to go home to america, and honestly it was fine with you. sure, you missed your family and friends from back home, but you had made new friends here and met the love of your life. plus, your parents visited just last month. what was there to miss?

ah. that's right. american snacks.

korean snacks were good, but none of them were like what you had back home. none of them tasted like your childhood in the same way a good old bag of american cheetos did. sometimes you think you'd sell your body parts for just one taste of something overly processed from your home country.

when hyunjin ended up leaving for tour in the states, you knew this was your chance. while he was there, you sent him a list of snacks to bring back for you. and he did, arriving home about 9 weeks later with your goodies.

you tried your hardest to savor them, but unfortunately it was yet another good thing that was gone too soon. you were back to missing your snacks once again.

that was, until you came home one afternoon to see hyunjin with a collection of entirely new snacks.

"where did you get those?" you asked as soon as you laid eyes on the items.

"what, no hi first?" hyunjin snarked back at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"hi, baby." you said, not at all sarcastically. "where did you get those?"

hyunjin shrugged. "care package."

you looked at him dumbfounded. "from who?" as far as you knew, he had no american friends.

"your mom." he replied curtly, reaching to grab a small bag of oreo bites from the hoard.

"my mom?! and she didn't send anything for me?" you cried out dramatically, looking through the pile of packaging for any sign of a care package for you.

"it might've been addressed to me and you, but honestly i think i'll just keep it all to myself." hyunjin's voice was teasing, but his words made your blood boil. you leveled an icy glare at his stupidly handsome face.

"you better share." you growled, walking towards him slowly. he just shrugged and moved the pile closer to himself. "hwang hyunjin!"

hyunjin stuck his tongue out at you childishly. "make me~"

even though heat rose to your cheeks at his words, you still wanted those snacks. and maybe you wanted to humble your cheeky boyfriend just a little too.

"fine." you shrugged, giving hyunjin a devilish smile as you rounded the coffee table. you plopped down on the couch and tackled him onto his back, your hand immediately finding the familiar spot on his right side. hyunjin didn't put up much of a fight as you dug your fingers into the spot and burst into loud cackles. you cooed at him teasingly, moving so you caged him in beneath you. "aww, did someone wanna be tickled?"

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he cried out, throwing his head back as more screams of mirth poured from his lips.

"no? are you sure? does that mean i can have some of the snacks?" you punctuated this question with a jab to his ribs on the left side, which had him gasping and reaching for your hands.

"WAHAHAIT!! AH- AHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!" hyunjin forced the words out between loud laughs, his hips bucking from beneath you. you leaned forward to see glistening trails of tears running down his cheeks. you didn't wanna kill him, so you let up on the attacks on his midsection in favor of scratching gently at his neck.

hyunjin was panting and squirming beneath you, soft giggles escaping him as he looked up at you with half-lidded, teary eyes. god, he was so attractive.

"so? are you done being a snack tyrant?" you asked, smiling down at him and dropping a kiss to his wet cheek.

hyunjin shivered when you accidentally scratched at the especially sensitive spot below his right ear, and nodded. "yehehes, yes i'm dohone!"

finally, you stopped your tickling and dropped a quick peck on his lips. "good! i've been craving cheetos like crazy." you chirped as you climbed off of him.

hyunjin sighed and watched you go searching through the pile. you were lucky he loved you so much. he didn't share snacks with just anyone after all.

Han:

"han jisung, i swear to everything that is good and holy, if you sing that song one more time, i'm going to freak out!"

"babyyyy! ed sheeran is so good! i can't help it!"

this had been an ongoing argument for most of the day. you just wanted some help decorating for christmas, and of course your wonderful boyfriend was more than willing to help. you expected a day of holiday music, a fire in the fire place, and maybe some hot cocoa. instead, jisung had officially ruined "shape of you" by ed sheeran (although, let's be honest, that song was pretty much ruined anyway). over and over and over again he sang the chorus. sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes in english, and sometimes poorly translated in korean. he said he needed the practice for when they translated their own songs, but that seemed like an excuse.

regardless, you were at your wit's end and you just needed him to stop.

"my love, you know i adore your singing, but please pick a new song. there are so many nice christmas songs!" you said, rooting through box after box in search of your christmas tree star.

jisung was looking through a box of his own and sighed loudly at your words. "fineee. it's just stuck in my head!" you shot him a look. "...but i'll find something else to sing..." he grumbled in defeat.

"good. ah!" you reached into the box and pulled out the shiny gold star. "found it. wanna put it at the top of the tree for me, ji?" jisung immediately perked up and nodded, grabbing the star from you and quickly scaling the ladder you had set up next to the tree. you laughed and stood behind him, grasping his waist when he wobbled a bit as he reached to set the star on top. "be careful!" you scolded playfully, giving his waist a squeeze.

jisung nearly fell of the later again when he felt the squeeze, clasping his hands over yours as he buckled over with a yelp. you giggled and took your hands off him as he climbed down.

"sorry baby, i didn't mean to tickle you~" you cooed, kissing his reddening cheek. jisung pouted a bit at you, but when you moved to grab his hips again, he ran back to the boxes to find the lights and ornaments.

the two of you spent another hour decorating the tree without much more incident. the lights were sort of a pain to untangle after having been in storage, but eventually you had gotten them placed on the tree while jisung began to hang ornaments from the highest branches. after the lights were all plugged in, you went back to get some ornaments of your own. jisung was still stood on the ladder with his back turned to you when you heard a faint murmur.

"girl you know i want your love..." the sound just barely reached your ears, but it was enough to draw your attention.

"jisung. what was that?" you asked, crossing your arms. jisung made a coughing sound, glancing back at you briefly.

"um. nothing?" his words were unsure, and you knew he was being a little liar because of the blush sneaking up the back of his neck.

"oh really? did ed sheeran's ghost just invade our home then? because i was sure i heard someone singing shape of you again." you said, words teasing as you walked back over to where jisung stood on the ladder.

"yeah! yeah that must be it. i dunno what else it could be." he still wouldn't look at you.

"oh you don't? well i definitely do." with that, you reached up and started squeezing at his hips. jisung was just able to hang the last ornament in his grasp before he squealed and collapsed backwards. luckily he wasn't too far off the ground and you could catch him before he hurt himself.

you wrapped you arms around him, hands poised to attack his sensitive little waist. jisung craned his head back to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading.

"baby! please don't!! i'm sorry, i won't sing it again!" he whined, squirming in anticipation.

you gave him a look of faux sympathy before you dug right back into his flesh. the pinching, massaging, and scratching had jisung weak in the knees as loud laughter escaped him.

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he shrieked, kicking out. you sure were glad that you were behind him now.

you giggled at his reactions and pressing ticklish kisses to the back of his neck, causing him to throw his head back and wack you in the nose.

immediately, you let him go with a cry of pain and cupped your throbbing nose. blood poured from your nostrils, covering your hands and face.

"oh no! oh no, baby, i'm so sorry-" jisung cried, pulling you into a tight hug, clearly not caring that he was wearing a white sweatshirt. when he pulled away, he took your face into his hands. "lemme see. i need to see if it's broken." after a trip to the bathroom to stem the bleeding and some poking and prodding, it was determined that nothing was broken. some cuddles on the couch healed your bruised ego, however, that was probably the last time you'd tickle your boyfriend for a while.

Felix:

"felixxx! you know i can't make them like you do... will you please help me?" you whined, throwing yourself dramatically on the bed.

you were on your period and absolutely fiending for some of your boyfriend's brownies. they were relatively simple to make, but you could never make them like felix did. and now he was outright refusing to make you any, instead playing games on his PC with seungmin. what were you supposed to do??

felix snorted out a laugh at your words but made no move to turn away from his game. he had been playing league of legends with seungmin since he got home from rehearsal. which was only like an hour ago, but still- didn't they get enough of each other already?

"are you even beating him?" you asked, now staring up at the ceiling.

felix let out an affirmative hum. "yep, he's losing. badly." he sounded way too smug.

you scoffed and sat back up. "yeah? i doubt it." you moved to stand beside his gaming chair and took a look at his monitor screen. it looked like felix was winning. "huh. surprising."

your boyfriend huffed at you and reached over to grab at your side.

"hey!" you cried out, jumping away from him and muttering, "jerk."

"watch it, i won't help you if you're mean to me."

you groaned, and sat back down on the foot of the bed. felix went back to his game and you watched him, praying he'd be done after this last round. the gentle clicking of his keyboard would be relaxing- if you weren't craving the brownies with every part of your being. no matter, you could be patient.

thankfully, by the time your patience had worn thin, felix was powering down his PC. you sat up, ready to go make the brownies and finally halt your craving in its tracks, when you were tackled back onto the bed. a head of blond hair started nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and the familiar tickling feeling make you jolt.

"gah! i thought we were gonna make brownies!" you cried out, making felix's chuckles reverberate through your body. in sharp contrast to your words, your hands just naturally slipped beneath his sweater and began to trace shapes on his back.

"'m tired." felix grumbled against your neck. you knew he was being a little shit to get you angry. you could practically feel him smirking.

"lix! please? can't we cuddle after?" you were getting more and more restless.

he made another noncommittal noise, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. literally.

"felix, if you don't get up and help me make brownies, i will tickle you within an inch of your life." as the threat left your mouth, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"i- what? GAH!"

you dug your fingers into his sides when you didn't hear an immediate "yes i'll help you", and felix immediately began to thrash on top of you, desperate to get away. but your hold was tight and you weren't budging until he gave you the answer you wanted.

"NAHAHA!! I'M SOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE!!" felix screamed, barely able to speak through his laughter. he was so loud, especially since he was right by your ear. part of you hoped he learned his lesson soon, but the other, more sadistic part of you hoped you could tickle him until he passed out.

fortunately for felix, you did still want those brownies. you let up your attack just a bit so he could catch his breath and finally agree to help you out. he did, pulling away from you with a flushed face and frizzy hair, still giggling like a kid.

you smiled and smoothed his hair out, pressing a kiss to his lips before scooting off the bed. the rest of the evening was spent in the kitchen, felix teaching you how to perfect his recipe and you marveling at just how lucky you were.

Seungmin:

movie nights with all of the members of stray kids were your favorite, no contest. you always had so much fun when all nine of you gathered together to watch whatever film they voted on, either taking over one of the dorms or your apartment. in dating seungmin, you gained a whole friend group that you couldn't be more thankful for on top of a cute, caring, and funny boyfriend.

tonight, the movie was kill bill: volume 2 (you had watched the first one all together last week), and you all were wondering if the bride would actually kill bill this time. unfortunately, you never got the answer to that question because you ended up falling asleep only 30 minutes into the movie.

"hey," a soft voice roused you. "we're gonna head out, is seungmin okay staying here?"

you opened your eyes to make out the form of chan standing over you with a soft smile on his face. everyone else was standing by the door, and they waved "bye" when you looked over.

"yeah, yeah, no, he's fine. where is he-," as you went to sit up, you felt a weight on your lap and looked down to see seungmin fast asleep on your lap. chan giggled a bit at you, and you gave him a sheepish smile. "ah. yeah, he's fine."

"alright. let me know what you thought of the movie if you get a chance to finish it." he said, headed towards the door to join his members. you nodded and waved as they left.

after the front door shut, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, reaching for your phone on the coffee table beside you. the screen lit up and you saw that it was late. oh well, you had weekend off, as did seungmin.

your eyes moved to the boy sleeping in your lap. he was on his side facing you, his cheek squished against your thighs as he let out soft, hardly audible breaths. you smiled. he was pretty cute when he was asleep. he was cute all the time, but when he was sleeping he had the tendency to be significantly less annoying.

while you were perfectly content staying on the couch and allowing seungmin to use you as a pillow, your bladder had other ideas.

you really had to pee.

at first, you tried to move gently off of your lap, but either he was really heavy or you were really weak because he was not moving. no matter, you just had to wake him up. it wasn't ideal, especially because he gets grumpy after naps, but peeing yourself was not on your agenda tonight.

gently, you brushed his bangs away from his eyes and patted his cheek. "min? baby, i have to pee. why don't you go get some clothes to change into and i'll meet you in my bed?"

seungmin groaned, turning to bury his face further into your lap.

you sighed and ran your fingers through his hair. "can you move just a bit? please?" no response from the sleepy boy. "kim seungmin, i swear to god..." you muttered.

suddenly, an idea came to you. it was mean, but you had no choice if he wasn't going to move on his own. you moved your hand from his hair and rested it on the nape of his neck. seungmin didn't react, so you gently scratched at his skin.

he shifted and tried to pull away from your hand while still using your legs as a pillow. you felt him start to shake as he tried to bite back his giggles. he was awake, that brat.

"seungmin, i know you're awake~," you cooed, bringing your other hand to double the attack on his neck. "better move or this will get a whole lot worse."

seungmin rolled over just enough so that you could see the sleepy smile on his lips as he giggled. "nohoho!"

"no? alright, whatever you say." changing tactics, you reached down and began to massage his sides quickly. your boyfriend let out a yelp of surprise and tried to roll away, which only ended up with him on the ground.

you followed him as he went, tickling wherever you could reach when he landed on his front. once he was fully off of you, you squeezed his hips one more time, patted his butt, and got up to run to the bathroom. seungmin whined at you, promising revenge.

he wasn't actually gonna do anything to you, he was too tired. that is, until you turned around before you reached the hallway and stuck your tongue out at him. oh, you were in for it.

I.N:

as much as you loved your boyfriend, sometimes he sucked, especially when you wanted to cuddle. granted, you knew when you started dating him that he was not one for a lot of physical touch. in fact it was one of the first things you learned about him.

however, once you started dating him, you realized that you were his kyptonite. he didn't like cuddling unless he was cuddling you. he hated to admit it, but it was true.

it was friday and your week had been complete shit. with changes happening to the company you worked for, you had been at risk of getting laid off. you didn't, thankfully, but you did lose a few coworkers that you were close to and now you had to take on their workload as well. all in all, it was beyond stressful and you just needed some affection.

jeongin knew that. of course he did.

so why was he cleaning the kitchen instead of joining you on the couch?

"innie! please? i'm so lonely..." you called from the couch, slumped over dramatically.

"in a minute, jagi. i have to finish cleaning up." he said, glancing up at you with a smile that was just big enough for his dimples to peek out. god, he would be the death of you.

you looked away from him to avoid flustering yourself and crossed your arms over your chest. "yeah, whatever. dinner wasn't even that messy..."

jeongin chuckled at your words and went back to cleaning.

about ten minutes later, you decided the kitchen was clean enough. you pulled yourself from the couch and walked into the kitchen, pulling him into a back hug.

"are you getting restless?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"i miss you..." you mumbled into his back.

"missed me? where have i been that caused you to miss me?" at his words, you reached beneath his sweatshirt and tweaked his side. he let out an "ah!" and tried to pull away from your grip.

you giggled. "don't be a smartass. come cuddle."

"i will, i will. i just need to- AH! dohon't!!" you cut him off with his own giggles as you started squeezing his sides again. jeongin collapsed forward, leaning against the counter as you tickled him gently.

you weren't sure where you got the idea to do this, but it seemed to be encouraging him to listen for once.

at least, that was until he suddenly broke free from your grasp and began to run like his life depended on it.

"hey!" you cried out, following him down the hallway.

jeongin slipped into the bedroom and tried to shut it before you could get in, but you caught the door before it swung shut and tackled him onto the bed. you boyfriend started laughing in anticipation before you even touched him, which was so cute that you couldn't just let him go now.

though he was stronger than you, you managed to pin him in a way that allowed you one free hand to wreck every spot you could reach. you squeezed his sides, scratched his tummy, counted his ribs, and even dug into his armpits when he tried to push you away.

jeongin was thoroughly exhausted by the time you were done with him, red, tear-streaked face and all. he was practically boneless as you let him go, only moving to pull you into his chest and press a kiss to your hair.

finally, you got the cuddles you craved (and one slightly vengeful boyfriend), and your shitty week suddenly had a bright side.

[pichiiw]

"I don't like Jude at all" I say, then I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, as multiple pictures of Jude fell out of my bag. "Wait!" I madly cried out. "These aren't mine!" /funny caption

[redrose10]

hi babes! from the picture game, could I maybe get something for image 3? thx ;)

Here is the second story for #3 from the picture game. I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: Pregnancy related stuff, getting hurt while pregnant,a little smut but nothing too explicit, swearing, fears of abandonment, mention of hospitals

One Month Pregnant

At this point you didn’t even know that there was a baby currently growing inside of you. You went about your day to day life as if nothing was any different. You were in your final year of college as a psychology major, you worked as an evening receptionist at the college front office, and you were madly in love with your boyfriend, Yoongi.

The two of you met in your chemistry class your first year of college when he took the seat next to you. You thought he was cute and the two of you would talk a little during class and then one day he shyly slid a note across the table to you, “Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon? Because you are F-I-Ne.” You were a giggling mess while he blushed bright red and you were smitten ever since.

Two Months Pregnant

Missing one period wasn’t super unusual for you. It had happened in the past when you were really stressed and overwhelmed. Missing two periods though…that’s never happened. Still you held out hope that it was nothing but stress corrupting your body. Your classes were piling up work, you had picked up a few extra hours at your job, and you and Yoongi had been going through a rough patch.

He was just as stressed if not more than you thanks to his classes and working at a record label while also being the captain of the basketball team. You’re sure it was just stress and once you could get past this then your cycle would return to normal. But just to be safe you grabbed a pregnancy test from the pharmacy on your way home.

When the timer went off with shaking hands you picked up the test off the bathroom counter. “No no no…this can’t be happening.”, you whispered while looking at the screen that said positive in big bold letters. How did this even happen?

Then you remembered the night. Yoongi had missed the third date in a row. You were furious when he finally came home. You knew he was stretched thin and was trying his best but it still hurt that you seemed to always get the short end of the stick. You yelled and cried and pleaded. He yelled and cursed and then pushed his lips onto yours. His hands roamed your body leaving goosebumps as they went. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to shove him off of you and curse his name but you missed his touch so badly that you gave in. You needed him and it seemed like he needed you just as much. Finally getting the intimacy you both needed seemed to mend the relationship for the time being.

And now here you were pregnant with his baby. You didn’t know how he’d react. You knew he wanted kids but when he was much older and more established, he had made that clear in the past.

You heard the front door open and shut and Yoongi calling your name that he got pizza and to come eat dinner.

So you decided to wait. You wrapped up the test and shoved it to the bottom of the garbage can while making sure to dispose of any other evidence. You walked into the living room where Yoongi had already set out the pizza and was looking for a movie to put on.

“Here I got you this beer to try. I think you’ll like it.”, he said handing you the can. You panicked. “Oh uh thanks but I think I’ll stick to water today.”, you chuckled grabbing a glass from the kitchen. “You always have beer with your pizza?”, he questioned. “Yeah I just have a bit of a headache.”,a lie but not really because you could feel one coming on. Thankfully he didn’t question it any further just hitting play on the movie and putting a piece of pizza on the plate in front of you.

Three Months Pregnant

“Maybe we should get you to the doctors.”, Yoongi said rubbing your back as you were bent over the toilet bowl for the second time today. Last week you had blamed a sketchy piece of fish as the reason for your stomach problems. This week you weren’t sure what to say but you knew he was getting worried. You couldn’t tell him that it was morning sickness from the baby currently growing inside you.

“No I’m okay. I think just need to drink more water.”, you winced at the sound of your voice. He helped you get cleaned up and back into bed before settling in next to you and rubbing circles on your belly. It was moments like these that you fell even more in love with him.

“You have to tell him. Even if he does get mad he deserves to know.”, your best friend Jimin said while sitting next to you in the waiting room of your doctors office.

“I will. I promise I’ll tell him. Just not right now. The basketball season is starting soon and I don’t want to add more stress to him.”

“Maybe he’d want to be here instead of me. Did you ever think about that? Maybe he won’t be as upset as you think and will want to be here to support you. He loves you Y/N. I don’t think he’d just abandon you.”

You nodded, “I know. I…I just don’t want to risk that right now in case he does.”

Jimin gave your knee a squeeze, “You know you’ll always have me no matter what anyways.”’

You sat on your bed staring at the sonogram of your little gummy bear as you were calling them. They were so tiny and barely there but they were there. You’d heard the heartbeat, nice and strong. As scared as you were about this whole uncertain situation you knew you had to stay strong for them.

Four Months Pregnant

The morning sickness was finally subsiding and you were feeling better. No more trying to come up with lies for Yoongi. But then one morning after your shower you were smacked in the face with a sudden realization and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought about it before. As you stood in the mirror running your hand over your forming bump all the nausea returned. How were you going to hide your growing belly from Yoongi? He knew your body better than you did and he’d surely notice. Luckily the weather was getting cooler as the season changed to fall meaning you could hide underneath large sweaters and hoodies which should buy you another couple months you hoped. Besides, now that the basketball season was in full swing you knew you���d be seeing less and less of Yoongi anyways.

But tonight wasn’t one of those times. You were in your usual spot wearing his, thankfully much larger than you, jersey while cheering him on. The game was close but you knew he would lead them to victory. And when the final buzzer sounded he ran over to get his usual post game kiss. You were patiently waiting when he was stopped by a woman who gave him a hug to congratulate him. The rational and logical part of your brain knew that Yoongi would never cheat on you to begin with but especially not with Sera. She was like a little sister to him having grown up together thanks to their parents friendship plus she was engaged to some guy named Taehyung. But hormones were a bitch, especially pregnancy hormones and you couldn’t control the tears that started welling up in your eyes.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”, he gasped frantically running over to you.

“Nothing don’t worry about it.”

“You’re crying. Baby what happened?”, he asked again.

“I said nothing!”, you hissed before storming away leaving him standing there shocked and confused.

One of the great things about Yoongi is he would never chase after you as long as he knew you were safe. So when he saw you walk over to Jimin who gave him a nod meaning he’d get you home Yoongi sighed before heading to the locker room.

You were grateful when he got home a couple hours later and wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against him in bed. It seemed like he had completely moved on from your little outburst earlier which you still felt bad about so you cuddled in closer and gently lulled yourself off to sleep to the sound of his breathing.

Five Months Pregnant

“Congratulations, you’re having a little girl.”, the doctor pointed towards the screen to show you your daughter. You were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. “Oh this kid is going to be a spoiled princess.”, Jimin joked from the seat next to you.

“I’ll print off a few photos for you. Go ahead and get cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”, the doctor said handing you a towel before leaving the room. Gently you wiped away the gel from your belly the best that you could.

“Are you gonna tell him now?”, Jimin asked immediately souring your mood.

“Yeah I will Jimin. I promise.”

“That’s what you said before but you still haven’t done it. Y/N, he needs to know. Plus I love you and I already love that little girl but I don’t have much room left in my tiny apartment to hide any more baby stuff.”, he chuckled.

“I know I know. Thank you again for letting me store it there. I’ll tell him soon. I’m not going to be able to hide this bump much longer any ways.”, you sighed as he helped you off of the table.

Tonight was supposed to be the night. You were finally going to tell Yoongi about the baby. In your bedroom closet sat a box and inside the box was a cute little onesie with a pink tutu attached. In glitter the front of it said ‘Daddy’s #1 fan’ and on the back it said ‘Min with Yoongi’s basketball number below it.’ You thought it was the cutest thing and thanked Jimin profusely for coming up with the idea and helping you put it together. You also added one of the sonograms to the box because there was no way he could be mad when he saw that or so you hoped.

Luck was not on your side though because instead of a quiet dinner at home you were sitting at some loud bar on campus trying your best to avoid any smoke or drunk idiots that were stumbling around. Yoongi had wanted to meet up with one of his good friends Namjoon and his girlfriend. You really didn’t want to be there but he seemed pretty set on it so you went knowing your surprise would have to wait a little.

“Congratulations, can’t wait to meet the little nugget.”, Yoongi smiled. You nodded along, “Yeah congrats.” Namjoon and his girlfriend had just told you they were expecting a baby. Your heart warmed at how excited Yoongi seemed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After goodbyes were said and you were back in the car with Yoongi’s hand securely wrapped around yours he began the drive back to your apartment.

“I’m happy for Namjoon. He seems really excited to be a father.”, you said to test the waters. Maybe you could still surprise Yoongi tonight.

“Yeah I’m happy for him but man I am so glad it’s not me in his shoes.”, he chuckled.

Ouch. That was not what you wanted to hear.

“Oh well I mean don’t you want kids?”, you pushed.

“Yeah absolutely one day. Maybe in like ten years or something but I 100% do not want them right now. That would be like the worst possible scenario, you know? I’d rather be the cool Uncle that fills them up with sugar and teaches them bad words and then drops them back off at their parents so they aren’t my problem any more.”, he laughed before looking over at you for a similar reaction.

You forced a giggle, “Yeah you’d be great at that.”

When you got home you took the box and shoved it as far back in the closet as you could before piling up a couple blankets and some clothes over top of it. That would have to wait until another time.

Six Months Pregnant

You cheered until your throat was sore. Yoongi’s team was playing their rivals. The score was too close for comfort but Yoongi was having the game of his life. He’d already broken the school record for most steals in a game and was just three points away from the record for most points scored in a season.

His teammate Jungkook passed him the ball but there was no clear shot. He passed it over to Hobi. Eight seconds left in the game. Hobi took the shot but it bounced off the rim rebounded by Yoongi. He dribbled back out to the three point line. Three seconds left on the clock. He took the shot and the ball swished into the net with ease getting him another record for the books just as the buzzer sounded. His team rushed him with congratulations. You were trying to get down the stairs to give him his post game kiss when some overly excited fans knocked into you sending you tumbling down a few steps. Yoongi sprinted over shoving the fans out of the way, “Y/N are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just embarrassed that’s all.”, you tried to smile and reassure him.

“How did they not see you? I fucking hate these people sometimes.”, he spat.

“It’s okay. It was an accident. Don’t let it ruin your celebration.”

He nodded and got his kiss, “Hey the whole team is gonna go out to get food and then probably head over to Jins for a party. Want to come?”

It did sound fun but you had other plans, “No go have fun. I’m pretty tired and just want to get some sleep.”

He looked dejected at your response, “Are you sure? We can just grab some takeout and head home together if you want?”

Quickly you shook your head, “No no go have fun with your friends. I’ll be fine I promise.”

He was hesitant but after checking with you again he gave you a kiss and sprinted back towards the locker rooms. You walked outside and pulled out your phone quickly dialing a number.

“Hey Jimin, can you take me to the hospital please?”, you whispered once they answered.

Jimin was there in a flash and took you to the emergency room where you were quickly hooked up to monitors after explaining to them about your tumble at the game. Thankfully everything checked out and other than a little soreness in your lower back you and baby girl were healthy and doing fine. Jimin had a lot he wanted to say about why he was at the hospital and not Yoongi but after the fright you just had he decided to let you get by this time.

Seven Months Pregnant

It was becoming increasingly harder to hide your growing bump from Yoongi. Especially because he was starting to become frustrated sexually. The first few times he tried to initiate anything you’d lie and just say you didn’t want to even if it was all you were thinking about too. It was either your period or you were tired or had a migraine. He would never ever consider forcing you so he’d always drop it at that. You knew it wouldn’t work forever though so then you started offering to take care of him but you’d still always refuse when he tried to return the favor. Again being the gentleman that he was he never forced you but he was starting to get concerned maybe even a little hurt that you always rejected him.

You had a feeling that tonight was going to be the final straw for him though. He’d been very touchy since he got home, leaving soft kisses on your neck, brushing past you in the kitchen you so you could feel how badly he wanted you. You wanted him too but you knew if you removed the extra large sweatshirt you were wearing he’d definitely notice how much your belly had grown and question it.

You were down on your knees with him leaning back on the bed grabbing onto a fistful of your hair. You were working extra hard hoping you could get him to finish before he could even suggest doing anything else. But Yoongi had incredible control over his orgasms. Something you once loved and praised him for but was now the cause of your misfortune.

He gently tugged on your hair getting you to let go of him with a loud pop. “Y/N, you gotta stop.”, he chuckled, “I want too…no I NEED to be inside you. It’s been way too long.”

Fuck. What do you say? You used the period excuse last week so he won’t believe that. If you fake another headache he’s gonna end up forcing you to go to the hospital. You thought about giving in and keeping the sweatshirt on but Yoongi was a boob guy so you knew that wouldn’t last long. You could tell him you were insecure about gaining a little weight (not a complete lie) and don’t want him to see you but you knew that would only motivate him more so he could prove to you how much he loved you and your body.

“Y/N?”, he questioned due to your lack of response.

“I…I uh…I… I need some water.”, you squeaked before getting up as quickly as you could these days and heading towards the kitchen.

You were chugging a glass of water when Yoongi walked in with his sweats hanging low on his hips and a t-shirt in his hands.

“Y/N, I want you to be be honest with me. Are you…are you not attracted to me any more?”, he whispered.

Your eyes widened, “Of course I’m still attracted to you Yoongi. That has nothing to do with it.”

“Okay so then you’re cheating on me? If you found someone else just tell me. You don’t have to go behind my back.”

You saw red and this time it wasn’t just the pregnancy hormones. How did he have the nerve to accuse you of cheating? He was the one with women on campus constantly throwing themselves at him even with you standing right there. He was the one who had away games in other states while you were back home not knowing what he was up to. He was the one going to parties without you the last few months. He was the one that was always coming home late because he had practice or was at the studio which you never questioned even though he could’ve been with anyone doing anything. You trusted him. You’ve been torturing yourself keeping a major secret from him trying to protect him and here he is accusing you of cheating.

“You think I’m cheating on you?”, you scoffed.

“Well you’ve been getting more and more distant. You flinch anytime I touch you and we haven’t fully had sex in months. What am I supposed to think?”

“You’re supposed to think that maybe I’m going through something. Maybe I just need your love and support and you should be there for me. Not accuse me of cheating on you.”

“Y/N wait.”, he tried to stop you but you were already down the hall on your way to the bedroom. You dug through the closet until you grabbed the box you’d been hiding and stormed back into the kitchen shoving it into his chest not caring that the contents inside were probably shaken up and no longer perfectly in place.

You didn’t say anything. You just turned and walked back to the bedroom to wait. You waited hoping that Yoongi would come find you. Even if he was angry and yelling you didn’t care. You just didn’t want him to leave. And then you heard the front door open and slam shut. The sound causing you to break down into tears.

After a while with no word from him you brushed yourself off and went to the kitchen. You knew you had to eat something to keep up your energy and get some nutrients for baby girl plus there was a small part of you that thought maybe Yoongi hadn’t even opened the box. Maybe he left because he was angry over what happened earlier and there was still hope. But in the kitchen you found the box torn open. The sparkly pink tissue paper tossed around and the onesie just hung over the chair. The sonogram laying face down on the floor. You felt devastated so you grabbed some water and made a quick snack before retreating to your room.

When you woke up the next morning Yoongi was sitting at the table, he was staring at the sonogram between his fingers. At least he came back home you thought.

“I’m sorry I left. I just needed some time.”, he said when he noticed you.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you came back.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t?”, he asked offended.

“Well I don’t know what to think to be honest.”

He sighed with an eye roll, “Well I’m so glad that my girlfriend and the mother of my child thinks so highly of me. Is that why you didn’t tell me until now?”

“Yoongi, you barely have time for me. You’re so stressed all the time. I was scared to add more to it. You made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want kids after we found out about Namjoon. I was scared that if I told you then you’d leave and I couldn’t handle that at the time. I thought I was doing the right thing. I’m sorry okay.”

Yoongi looked at you with such disdain it made you cower. You had never seen such a glare from him.

“Where are you going?”, you said charging after him when you realized he was already half way to the bedroom. You found him in the closet stuffing some clothes into a bag.

You began sobbing, “Please don’t leave. Please Yoongi. This is exactly what I was afraid of.”

“Y/N, I’m not leaving you or this baby but I think I need some space.”

“Wh-What do you mean space? Like you’re breaking up with me?”

He shook his head, ��Y/N, you hid something major from me for like seven months. I missed doctors appointments. I wasn’t able to be there the first time you heard her little heartbeat. You fell down the bleachers at my game and didn’t even tell me then. What if something happened to you or her and I wasn’t there? You took all of that from me all because you didn’t trust me enough to know that I would be there for you no matter what and that hurts a lot too.”

By this point you were inconsolable, sitting on the floor. Yoongi walked over and crouched down in front of you. Gently he used his finger to tilt your head up to look at him, “Y/N I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving this baby. I think we just need a little time apart and then we can sit down and talk about this when we’re not so upset. I don’t want to say or do anything that I will regret.”

You sniffled, “I’m sorry Yoongi.”

“It’s okay. I know you are. I’m gonna stay at the studio for a few days. Call me if you need anything.”, he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t stand to watch him leave so you kept your eyes on the floor until you heard the front door lock shut and your tears started in full force again.

Eight Months Pregnant

It was easier than you thought it would be without Yoongi. It probably helped that he texted you throughout the day to check on you. He had food delivered every time you said you were too tired to cook, even including a delivery of chocolate ice cream when you said you were craving it.

Tonight though, his team had a basketball game. It was the first home game you weren’t sitting on the bleachers for since the two of you started dating. You thought about going but a big part of you figured he wouldn’t want you there right now since he wanted space. So instead you were sitting on Jimins couch with a package of chocolate chip cookies while you both watched the game on tv. Jimin had made sure to tell you he told you so about the whole situation but every time you almost started to cry he reminded you that you weren’t alone and he repeated what Yoongi had told you about not leaving.

The camera panned to Yoongi as he was getting ready to shoot a free throw. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and maybe even a little thinner than the last time you saw him. Luckily the team they were playing sucked and his team was still winning because he was not playing up to his usual abilities as the ball didn’t even hit the rim. You felt terrible as if it was your fault.

After the game was over and they managed to squeak by with a win the camera caught Yoongi looking around the arena. You started to cry when you realized he was searching for you to get his post game kiss. He had expected you to be there and you weren’t. You cried because you had let him down again. Jimin drove you home as you sobbed the whole way there.

When you finally got in bed you saw that Yoongi had texted you,

“Are you and the baby okay? You missed the game.”

“Yeah sorry about that. I didn’t think you’d want me there so I watched it at Jimin’s instead.”

“Oh okay. I just wanted to make sure.”

You decided to leave the conversation at that and it seemed that he was content with doing the same because you didn’t hear from him again until the next evening.

Tossing your shoes aside you sighed happy to be home. You had picked up a few extra hours here and there to give yourself some more money before you went on maternity leave.

Your heightened sense of smell easily picked up the heavenly aroma of kimchi fried rice, an absolute favorite of yours and you smiled because the person that made it the best in your opinion was your boyfriend.

Sure enough there was a huge pot sitting on the stove still steaming but there was no Yoongi to be found. You started walking around the apartment and you saw his shoes, phone, and jacket so you knew he had to be there.

Checking each room you finally made it to the bedroom where you found him. Your heart shattered at the sight. He was sitting on the bed clutching some of the newborn outfits that Jimin had dropped off. You saw his shoulders shaking up and down as he cried into the fabric.

“Yoongi.”, you said after knocking so you wouldn’t startle him too much. Quickly he wiped his eyes and sniffled, “Sorry, I didn’t think you were gonna be home so soon.”

You knew the best thing to do with him was to allow himself to work through things on his own before he opened up and talked to you. So that’s what you did. You sat there and rubbed his back as he continued to break down and cry next to you.

“I’m scared Y/N. What if I’m not a good dad? I can’t even be a good boyfriend.”, he hiccuped.

“Oh Yoongi, you’re going to be a great dad. The fact that you’re even worried about it shows that.”

“I don’t know how to take care of a baby. I don’t have any money saved up. I work constantly. I’m trying to get through school.”

“Hey we’re going to get through it together. We’ll figure it out as we go but I know this baby will be loved and supported no matter what. That’s what is important.“, you whispered hoping to comfort him even a tiny bit.

He started to relax a little under your touch leaning his head onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I left. I was just worried that I would say something I didn’t mean…like when I accused you of cheating on me. I’m sorry.”, he said finally looking at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I thought I was making the best choice but I know now that it wasn’t.”, you also apologized.

He gave you a tiny nod which you knew meant he accepted it and was ready to move on.

“Yoongi give me your hand.”, you suddenly gasped making him jump.

“What?! Are you having the baby?”

“No no just give me your hand.”

He did and you took it placing his hand on your right side. You’re pretty sure your little girl was trying to break her way out of you right then and there.

“Do you feel her?”, you asked smiling at him.

His eyes were the widest you’d ever seen them.

“That’s her moving?”, he questioned still in awe.

“Ooohhh there she goes again. I think she likes hearing your voice.”

Yoongi pressed his hand a little firmer against you.

“Wow, she’s really in there.”, he chuckled with you following behind.

Yoongi kneeled down in front of you placing little kisses on your belly. Your little girl kicking away.

“Hey little one. I admit I feel kind of silly doing this right now but it feels right. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. I needed to get myself together so I could be the best daddy I could for you. I can’t wait for you to get here. I’m probably going to make a lot of mistakes and do things you don’t like but I promise I’m only trying to protect you and help you grow up so that one day you can be just as amazing as your mom. Now go ahead and settle down so she can eat and then get some rest. I’ll talk to you later.”

You bit your lip trying not to cry. Your daughter was already a great listener because she quickly subsided her movements giving you a little break. You ate and took a nice long shower before crawling in bed with Yoongi wrapping his arms around bringing a sense of comfort and safety that you’d missed for so long.

Nine Months Pregnant

“Alright Jimin, jump in.”, Yoongi said stepping back to give him some room. You held your breath as you watched your best friend gingerly climb into the crib to test it out. It was a suggestion by Yoongi claiming he wanted to make sure he had put it together properly but you think he just wanted an excuse to make Jimin climb in there and get some funny photos.

“Okay now hold these.”, Yoongi snorted handing over a rattle and a baby blanket. You tried to stifle a laugh when Jimin aggressively snatched the items out of Yoongi’s hands but still posed for the photo anyways.

You were sitting in the rocking chair busy going through the boxes of things putting them away and getting organized.

“Does a baby really need this many clothes?”, Yoongi asked when he finally got a good look at everything.

“Yes!”, you and Jimin exclaimed simultaneously.

“Really? So a newborn needs 35 different bows in various colors and patterns?”, he said holding them all up.

“Yes!”, you both exclaimed again completely serious. Yoongi accepted defeat with a laugh and started placing things wherever you pointed to instead.

“Heart beat sounds great. Everything looks good.”, the doctor said rolling the wand over your stomach a few more times to make sure. Yoongi stared at the screen in amazement. Since he found out, he had come to every doctors appointment even skipping practice once much to the anger of his coach.

“Now Y/N your due date is next Thursday. She could decide to come earlier. She could come later. It’s really up to her. But if you start having contractions or especially if your water breaks you should get to the hospital.”

You nodded and asked a few more questions before bidding goodbye and cleaning up. You noticed Yoongi had been unusually quiet. Normally he was asking all kind of questions, even the ones you were too embarrassed to ask. It was honestly adorable how involved he wanted to be.

“Hey you good?”, you asked as you walked back to the car.

“Yeah I uh. I guess I never thought to ask about your due date. And uh she said you were due next Thursday which is the same day as the championship game.”

“Oh…well like she said she could come early or late. We’ll see… and even if she does come on Thursday you should go to the game.”

Frantically he shook his head, “Absolutely not. I’m not missing the birth of our daughter for a basketball game.”

“Yeah but Yoongi it’s not just any game. It’s the championship and your last time playing in it before you graduate.”

“I don’t care if it’s the NBA finals. I’m not going.”

Secretly and maybe a little selfishly you were happy to hear him say that.

“Let’s not worry about it right now. We’ll take it day by day.”, you replied instead.

He nodded before giving your hand a kiss.

“Min Yoongi has the ball, he passes to Kim Mingyu, he shoots he scores!!!! We’re only down by one point. Can they pull out the win? Time out called.”, the announcer said as everyone in the arena was on edge. You were sure it was just excitement mixed with stress and the tacos you had for lunch but you were definitely starting to get uncomfortable. A small part of you thought that maybe you should start heading towards the hospital but there was only twenty seconds left in the game and you were determined to stick it out.

The teams entered back onto the court. Yoongi scanned the crowd for you. You gave him a thumbs up ignoring the stabbing pain in your side.

“The ball is inbounded. Bang Chan has it. Sixteen seconds on the clock. He’s passes to Hwang Hyunjin. Ohhhhh Nooooooo! Stolen by Min Yoongi. He’s dribbling up the court. Defenders are surrounding him. Eight seconds left, five seconds. He pushes his way through. The shot is up AND it’s good!!!! Min Yoongi has just scored the winning basket!!!!!”, the announcer and crowd went crazy. You ignored your pain long enough to clap before doubling over.

“Jimin we need to go to the hospital.”, you hissed grabbing onto his arm.

“Oh. My. God. Okay. What was the plan? Did we have a plan? Why didn’t we make a plan?”, he panicked while bouncing up and down.

“I’m going to start heading towards the car. You go get Yoongi and tell him we need to go.”, you groaned through a contraction, also regretting not making a better plan beforehand. Slowly and steadily you made your way to the car hoping Jimin could accomplish his task.

“Hey congratulations Yoongi!”, Jimin exclaimed when he finally got to the court.

“Thanks man! Here take a photo of me with my medal.”, Yoongi said handing over his phone.

“Of course!”, Jimin gleamed snapping the photo. He checked it over, “Oh wait your eyes were closed. Let’s get another.”, which he quickly snapped.

“Where did Y/N go?”, Yoongi finally asked.

Jimin jumped in panic, “Oh that’s right. She’s in labor.”

“What?! You just left her alone?! Where is she?!”

“Walking to the ca…”, Jimin tried to say but Yoongi was already sprinting at full speed in that direction.

“She’s so perfect. I lover her so much.”, you smiled while staring down at your sleeping daughter wearing her daddy’s #1 fan outfit that Yoongi insists she wears most of the time.

“Me too. She’s growing up so fast. I can’t believe she’s already a month old.”, he whispered turning off the light.

“Yeah and I can’t believe you made us hang up that picture in her nursery.”, you chuckled pointing at the wall where a photo hung of Yoongi proudly showing off his championship medal. It stuck out compared to the pictures of puppies and kittens that surrounded it.

He shrugged, “One day she is going call me lame and then come in here to get away but then she will see that photo and be reminded of how cool her dad was in college and then she’ll come find me and apologize and then we’ll go get ice cream together and everything will be okay.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but gave him a kiss, “Yeah I really don’t think that is how it’s gonna work but it’s cute that you think way.”

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Hi, I just read your two Jason fics and I love them. Could you write a daughter of Poseidon x Jason and maybe Percy being a overprotective brother. Thanks. Love you

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content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader, platonic!percy jackson x reader

warnings:

a/n: guys, i reached 100 likes with just two posts omg you're amazing!!! so, i kinda got a few other requests waiting, but they’re TOO good to make just headcannons or to be poorly written, so they’ll take a little while longer to be posted. nothing much, tho (i hope). enjoy!

Protective is an understatement.

Percy is literally the most protective brother ever, even if you're just one year younger than him.

He feels as if he's job to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly think about hurting you.

So when you started hanging out more with him and his friends, he couldn't have made it more clear to all of them that you were completely and totally off limits.

But did this silly little rule stop Jason to date you?

Of course it did!

My baby is just too obedient and such a rule follower... poor boy

Anyways, you had to make the first move.

Even with that, he was pretty hesitant to do anything such as holding hands in public.

In reality, he wasn't afraid of Percy, he just didn't want the other boy to get mad with him.

So, one day, you called both Percy and Jason to have a very serious conversation in the Poseidon cabin.

Percy was, as usual, completely clueless about anything, so he just babbled with Jason.

Who, by the way, was a complete mess of blushing and stuttering.

You obviously thought it as endearing, cause it really was.

"You're probably wondering why i called you here today." you said, a wicked smile on your face.

Percy was hugged with his plushie (you had matching shark plushies, Dory and Nemo) while Jason wanted to dig a hole in the floor and never come back from it.

"What's up, sis? If it's something to do with missing chocolate, i have nothing to do with it." The dark haired boy said, smiling.

Little did he knew that smile was gonna fade in three seconds.

"Me and Jason, we're dating." You said, quickly.

Percy's face fell.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"We're dating. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend."

"So... you're dating Jason. Not Leo?" Percy asked.

"No, why would i date Leo-" You were cut off by a grateful sigh coming from your brother's mouth.

"Thanks the gods. As long as it's not Leo, i can handle it."

Jason turned to him for the first time, as if he wasn't even believing the words he just heard.

"Just... break her heart and i'll break your neck." Percy said with a threatening smile and patted Jason's back, leaving the cabin.

Alright, enough of the Jackson drama, back to Blond Superman.

He's the literal sweetest person alive.

He👏🏼learnt👏🏼 how 👏🏼to 👏🏼swim👏🏼 for👏🏼 ya

Bro's whipped

And he took Percy's words as his life rules

He made his best to make you happy whenever you're with him

Like, literally anytime

Once you cried next to him cause a fish didn't talk to you (it was a plastic fish, but you were on ur period, okay?)

He literally took you to the beach so you could chat and gossip with the real fishes

And you were so happy he nearly melt at that sight

That's when he knew he had fell in love with you

Romantic dates EVERY WEEK

He bribes the Demeter kids to give him your favorite flowers every once in a while

He always keeps some sort of physical touch, doesn't matter if he's holding your waist, your hands, touching pinkies

You got the point

He's just too madly in love

For him, you're the most beatiful, unique, hot, perfect, powerful, hot, smart, hot, strong, HAVE I MENTIONED HOT, person in the whole world

Literally, he would kiss your feet if you asked him to

He's glad you don't, actually

He stopped eating anything that comes from the marine animals after you got together.

Like, absolutely anything

Oh, and i've mentioned this on a previous hc, but he literally pays for absolutely ✨everything✨

Like, honey, don't even come near your wallet

Oh, and he buys you lots of gifts constantly

From plushies to books to makeup to sketch books in case you like drawing

And he's totally a languages guy

And with your ADHD and dyslexia, he helps you a lot

And you help him with maths.

Of course, he always has a nickname for you.

"Hey, mermaid?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

[redeyerhaenyra]

Truly Madly Deeply

Summary: Marc goes all out when you tell him you're a virgin

Warnings: Smut, fem reader, soft sex, softie Marc, FLUFF, virgin reader, extremely mild breeding kink at the end, cockwarming, Marc loves reader soooo much, fingering + oral (f receiving), reader cries a little, let me know if I missed anything x

Notes: For all my marc girlies

Wc: 847

When you'd initially told Marc you were a virgin, he'd acted surprised.

Surely, no one as kind, as beautiful as you would've had people throwing themselves at your feet, right? Well, that just wasn't the case for you.

You'd expressed your worry to him, that he would think less of you- but he was quick to kiss away your insecurities, and promise in a low voice that he would always love you, no matter what form you took.

He'd set it up perfectly, a true romantic. You'd both been out to a very nice restaurant- and you'd worn a red dress you felt exquisite in, and Marc was all but dying to tell you.

“So beautiful, baby, can't believe your mine, I don't deserve you, God, you're so pretty.” 

You jumped to tell him that he did deserve you, of course. He rubbed the back of his neck, flushing.

When you had both gotten home- oh! Rose petals and incense and sweet, seductive music playing on his old walkman. He had led you by your hand, kissing you, to your shared bedroom. 

Marc had looked upon you as if you were a goddess, sent from the heavens for him to ravish. He took his time, peeling your clothes of slowly, savouring every moment, only stopping to take of his own when you whined that it wasn't fair if only you were naked, and he had gladly followed your command for him to strip. Tonight was about you, after all.

It felt like hours, hours he'd been, buried in your cunt, lapping and sucking and locking into your greedy hole. He was gentle though, guiding you over and over to sweet, brain melting orgasms, praising you over and over.

“Taste so good, fuck, can't get enough, oh baby, it's so good, you're so good for me..”

Marc treated you like fine China, swallowing your whimpers and wails with his kisses, as he plunged two of his fingers deep within you, stroking that spot, scissoring his fingers gradually wider and wider, so that it didn't hurt when you finally took him. 

Hours of prep later, you had ended up begging Marc with tears in your eyes for his cock. Who was he to deny you? You balked a little at the sight of it- hard and thick and dripping for you. But Marc had assured you that it wouldn't hurt- and if it did, you would stop, and try another way. Or, just stop altogether.

“Hey, baby, we don't don't to, okay? You don't owe me this, you don't owe me anything, I love you, hey- oh baby don't cry, it's ok, I've got you, i- I know you want to baby, we're gonna take it slow, alright? I love you sweetheart.”

The final moment- the one you'd been building towards for hours. Sudden nerves filled you- and you tensed, but were gently eased to relax with Marc's soft, guiding voice in your ear, rumbling through his chest as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance.

He moaned with you, as he pushed in, just an inch, panting above you as he waited for you to tell him you were ready for more. You did, he pushed in another inch, and again waited until you were ready. This continued until the whole length of his cock was stuffed snugly in your pussy, bulging out in your tummy- Marc wouldn't admit it but the sight gave him an ego boost. 

“Oh, honey, look at that, your lil’ tummy's so full, huh? So full of me? Aw, baby, doing so good, takin’ me so well, yeah baby, yeah, I know, I know, you're such a brave girl. My brave girl.”

He'd cupped your face, pressing loving kisses all around you, as he began thrusting. It was slow, deep, perfect. He knew juuust how to treat you. 

The orgasm you soon gushed all over him was, warm, almost syrupy. It had you feeling gooey, like treacle. Marc allowed himself to speed up his thrusts just enough to tip himself over the edge, once he was sure you were able to handle the added sensation of his warm cum spilling inside you. 

God, so warm, so comfy. Marc was like a personal pillow for you. He moved to pull out, but you had reached over to grip his firm backside, and instead push him deeper inside, complaining that you wanted him plugging you up all night, that you didn't want to lose a single drop of his cum. Marc had groaned, muttering into your neck that you'd be the death of him, before carefully manoeuvring you onto your side, where he could comfortably spoon you from behind. All the while, his dick gradually softening, occasionally twitching inside you.

You were exhausted, but surrounded in a snuggly aura of peace. You felt like you lay on a cloud, floating on air, wrapped in a blanket of the man you loved, pressing sweet kisses into your hair. 

“I love you,” he whispered, “truly, madly, deeply, I love you.”

“..I love you too.”

[weministertomonsters]

Imagine This #18 - Werebunny

M Werebunny x F reader

You're out foraging for edible berries and herbs to stock up back home. As a human, you're not able to eat everything the forest has to offer, unlike the forestfolk who have welcomed you into their territory. To your delight, you find a buttergourd, a delicious vegetable that tastes a lot like pumpkin. You tap your fingers against it, testing to see if it's ripe. You're so invested in your find that you don't notice the werebunny hopping up to you until it's too late.

"What are you doing?" A curious voice asks in your ear.

You jump and almost lose your grip on your basket. "Eirin!"

Eirin blinks his dewy eyes. "I'm sorry, did I scare you again?"

"I'll never get used to how quiet you are." You sigh. "I guess I'm kind of jumpy today. Just don't do it again."

"Okay." He tags along with you and tries to help, adding pretty leaves and pebbles to your basket.

Nothing you need, but it's dumb and cute, so you let him do his own thing. A few minutes later you've once again completely forgotten about him. Just as you sit down for a break he turns up out of nowhere.

"I found a heart-shaped rock, look!" He shouts, thrusting his prize under your nose.

"That's it!" You leap up and chase him. "I told you to stop scaring me!"

He runs as fast as his short legs can carry him.

"Ahhh, I'm sorry!" He knows what his punishment is going to be.

With an evil grin, you knock him to the floor and straddle his soft thighs, setting your fingers to his ribcage with relish. It always gives you a kick to see him squirming helplessly as you tickle him.

"Okay! Okay!" He squeaks, leafs tangled into his fur as he wriggles. "I won't do it again!"

"I don't believe that," you huff. "You never keep to your word."

"Um-" he stammers something and shifts under you. "I'm kinda..."

You roll your hips, grinning wickedly. "I know."

You lift yourself off and saunter away. "Let this be a lesson."

"You can't leave me like this!" He protests, lurching up and hopping after you. "Come back!"

You start to run, laughing. "Catch me first," you challenge.

It turns out Eirin can be fast when he wants to be. His momentum knocks you off your feet, and you barely manage to catch yourself on your hands and knees.

"Ouch," you grumble.

Eirin is gasping for air, fumbling madly under your dress as he presses against your back. He finally pulls your underwear down enough and humps against you, groaning. His cock leaves slick trails on your skin, thrusting against your clit and everywhere else except where he wants it to go. He whimpers, his blunt bunny claws digging into your hips.

"Want to be inside you..." He mutters.

You reach back and help him, guiding him into you. He cries out in excitement and slams into you so hard you nearly fall face-first into the leaves. From there you endure his mindless thrusting and try to keep yourself upright, gasping as his cock thrusts into you at the perfect angle. It feels so good...

Without warning he's spurting into you, his muscles trembling and hands scrabbling as he tries to pull you further onto his cock.

"Oh." You blink and wait for him to pull out.

That's it? You wonder. I didn't even get to cum...

He presses his soft nose against your neck and purrs. You can feel his heartbeat against your back.

"Lie on your back," he says. "It'll be more comfortable and you won't have to worry about falling over."

"You're not finished?"

His eyes gleam with lust as he stares at your body. His leaking cock throbs inside you.

"No..."

[starstruckkittensweets]

puppy love

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

fandom: bungo stray dogs

My latest fixation, Chuuya with puppies! My precious boy deserves to be happy with a doggy of his own, so I decided to play into this little fantasy of mine (and his, probably). I'm planning on writing more parts to this lil series, I think it's helping me get out of my writing slump. Also parts of this fic are inspired by Shiloh, one of my all-time favorite books (so much nostalgia...) and a bit of a reference to that one puppy episode from Wan. And the panel I used for the banner is from the BSD manga (I think it's ch. 24) I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of stray animals, Reader cries but it's in relief, mostly fluff, pet names (mostly "doll" but used only once in this part), the start of a slow burn perhaps? || words: 2k

Part I | Part II | Part III

He’s halfway through his usual trek home, muscles burning and head pounding from another successful night’s mission, when he realizes he has a shadow.

Chuuya doesn’t let up his pace; stay calm, don’t give anything away—but he has to wonder, who could be this stupid to try to follow a mafia executive? And they’re not being subtle about it either. Making no effort to conceal their breaths or their footsteps—

Wait a minute…that sounds too light to be footsteps…

He sucks in a breath and turns around to face the culprit. Hands clenched into fists at his sides, preparing for a fight—

“Woof!”

Staring up at him is perhaps one of the cutest fucking dogs he’s ever laid eyes on. (Not that he’s seen many dogs, but the point still stands.) Pointy ears, fuzzy orange fur, white paws and a belly that definitely looks too plump for a street dog.

He stares at it. The dog stares back, pink tongue lolling out the side of its mouth.

“…Woof!”

It takes every ounce of strength he can muster not to melt right then and there on the sidewalk. A thousand squeals on the tip of his tongue, gloved hands itching to scratch under that fuzzy little chin of his.

Never mind any dog hair, fuck that. Who’s gonna try to turn their nose up at this little cutie?

Chuuya briefly scans the area—not a soul in sight, just him and his companion beneath the lamplights—before dropping to his knees. The dog paws at the ground, his curly tail swishing madly in the air.

“C’mere boy,” he keeps his voice soft, holding out a hand. But the dog doesn’t budge. He just stares at him with that big dumb smile of his.

That really adorable dumb smile.

He tries again. The dog tilts his head and refuses to move. So Chuuya tries another tactic: “C’mere, girl?”

Still doesn’t move a muscle. Although now the dog looks amused as he paces from side to side, just out of Chuuya’s reach.

Yeah, gotta be a boy with that kind of attitude.

Chuuya sighs before pushing himself off the ground. Ah well, guess he’s too nervous to approach humans. Can’t really blame him for that; this city’s got its fair share of unpleasant people. He deals with them all the time, so he can kinda relate.

He shoves his hands back into his pockets (try not to think about how soft the dog’s fur must be) and turns on his heel to head home. It’s getting late anyway, and he’s got to get an early start tomorrow morning. He can’t be spending all night moping around some stray puppy following him around.

Even if he is the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

But he only gets a few steps in before hearing the unmistakable click-click of the dog’s nails against the pavement. He stops, the dog stops too. He glances over his shoulder, biting back a smile at the dog’s happy face.

“What do you want, huh? I don’t have any food, so if that’s what you’re looking for…”

Not that he looks like he needs any treats to begin with. He’s seen a few of the dogs roaming around Yokohama, all skin and bones as they pick through tipped-over trash cans. And the stray cats are no better, ears flat against their skulls as they hiss and claw at everything in sight.

So why does this dog look so fucking proud of himself?

Chuuya sighs and whistles to himself—and suddenly the dog comes running.

Two dirty paws plant themselves on his dress pants, that’ll surely be hard to get out, but how can he get angry when the dog’s trying so hard to reach his face? He chuckles under his breath as he kneels down to his level, as the dog plants kiss after kiss on his face with his slobbery tongue.

“Who knew all it took was a whistle?” he says more to himself than to the pup. The dog’s tail is wagging so hard he thinks it’ll fall off, the tiny little thing that it is.

He slides one of his gloves off, letting the dog sniff his hand before scratching him behind the ears. He was right, his fur is so soft… And his smile only gets bigger when the dog licks him again, not even minding all the drool.

But then he stiffens, slipping his fingers through the dog’s fur, noticing a red band of leather fastened around his neck. A collar? No way he’s someone’s pet. Then again, he does look a little too spoiled to be wandering the streets for food.

He curls his finger around the golden tag dangling from the buckle. No name, only an address he thinks he recognizes. Right on the edge of Yokohama, where the scent of sea salt is the strongest. Is it someone’s house? Apartment? Maybe a  shelter of some kind?

Chuuya steals another look at the dog, at those sweet brown eyes and twitching wet nose, trying his best to ignore the icy clench of his stomach. Maybe it’s for the best, just to bring him back. What’s he gonna do with a dog, anyway? Not like his job allows for much time raising a puppy, anyway.

Even one so cute as this little guy.

“Alright,” he sighs, scooping the pup in his arms, “let’s get you home.” He tries not to dwell on how warm the puppy is, or how softly he nestles his face in the crook of his shoulder.

And definitely not the way he can feel the pup drifting off to sleep as he starts down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Gentle puffs against his skin, his curly tail twitching against his wrist.

“Kotaro! There you are!”

The engraving on the pup’s collar has led him to a tiny little shop a few minutes from the port. A bit shabby with a torn sign on the top and windows that have definitely seen better days, and he’s about to turn tail (no pun intended) until he sees someone nearly fly out through the set of double doors.

“Kotaro!” Your voice is strained, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sweep the puppy into your arms. Clutching him as tight as you can, smoothing down the fur on his head as he stirs awake from his little nap. “I was worried sick… How did you escape again?! I could’ve sworn I locked the doors… You’re just lucky I came back downstairs when I did—or else you would’ve been out there all night long!”

The puppy only wags his tail, staring up at you with those silly eyes and sweet little “smile.” He knows it’s your weakness, how could you be angry at a face like that?

Oh, well. As long as he’s safe, you can’t really hold a grudge against him. Not when he’s back in your arms, safe and sound, and it’s just the two of you, just as it always should be.

It’s only when you hear someone clear their throat that you realize you’re actually not alone. You hastily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand—it’s a little difficult with a nearly-twenty-pound dog in your arms—and stare up at the man before you. Kotaro’s savior, your savior. And suddenly you feel a fresh wave of tears surge forth.

“Thank you for bringing him back! I’m so sorry if he’s caused you any trouble, I know he has a habit of bothering people when he sneaks out—I thought I’d kept him inside this time! He just has a thing for running away like the little troublemaker he is. He’s still young, hopefully he’ll grow out of it when he’s older, maybe he’ll mellow out and settle down, and then…”

You bite your tongue and avert your eyes. No need to scare off the stranger with your incessant rambling, especially after he was so nice to bring Kotaro back to you. But he only shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips as he tips his hat over his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, he didn’t cause too much trouble.” He lifts a hand, allowing Kotaro to sniff him before scratching the fur beneath his chin. “Keep an eye on him, though. You don’t want him getting lost out there, especially this time of night.”

“I know… I swear, he’s gonna give me gray hairs before the end of the year. The other dogs aren’t even this mischievous, I don’t know where he got it from!”

Wait, other dogs?

He glances over your shoulder, towards the dingy windows of the shop. Pet supplies and part-time shelter, the sign plastered on the glass says. And sure enough, the closer he looks at your outfit, he can see little bits of dog fur clinging to the fabric—some gray, some brown, some white, and then a hint of orange thanks to Kotaro.

Just how many dogs do you have in there?

“Anyway, I just wanna say I really appreciate you bringing him back here. You didn’t have to, I know you’re probably busy. Let me just run inside and get my wallet, I think I have some left over if you want—”

But he’s quick to shut you down with a shake of his head, even a wave of his hands for emphasis. No money, he’s already got plenty of that to spare. And besides, it doesn’t sit right with him, paying him for something that should come naturally to any decent person.

And he doesn’t want to sound mean, but judging from the shape of that little shop of yours, you look like you can use every last cent you have.

“Oh, if you say so… But still, why don’t I make it up to you sometime?”

An uneasy silence settles in the air between you; Chuuya blinks as he watches you shift your weight, partially hiding your face in Kotaro’s fur.

“…I mean, you don’t have to—I just wanna pay you back some way! Maybe I can treat you to lunch one of these days? I don’t have many days off, but I can make it work! Or maybe…do you have a dog of your own? I can give you a discount on anything in the shop!” You throw an arm out to the double doors behind you, still holding Kotaro to your chest. “Name it and it’s yours! I really don’t mind, it’s just me here anyway. Well, me and the dogs, all nine of us.”

Wait, nine, including yourself…

“You have eight of them?!”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at the look on Chuuya’s face. He reminds you of a child on Christmas morning, staring at the presents strewn around the glowing tree. He doesn’t seem one to enjoy the company of dogs, given his fancy attire and confident aura.

And yet, he still brought Kotaro back home, when he could’ve easily turned and walked the other way. You’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover, after all.

“Eight dogs, and hopefully more by the end of the year.” Your cheeks grow warm beneath his startling blue gaze. (His eyes are really pretty up close, aren’t they?) “…I can tell you all about them on our lunch date, if you’re interested.”

He blinks, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the dog in your arms. You’ve got guts, he’ll give you that; he can see it in the way you talk to him, the way you hold the puppy in your arms. Gentle as ever, but a fire brimming in your eyes. You love this dog, no doubt about it.

And you’ve got seven more inside? Do you love them all the same amount?

What breeds are they? How did you come to adopt so many dogs at once? Or did you adopt them at once, or sporadically over the years?

So many questions, and yet the night is crawling by. He shakes his head again, giving Kotaro one last scratch behind the ears, before meeting your gaze once more.

“Lunch sounds perfect, doll.”

Your lips pull up in a smile, and he can’t help but notice how it nearly matches the one on Kotaro’s face. Bright and eager, melting under the attention of the ones around you.

And yet your smile is infinitely prettier, and he finds himself thinking about it as he starts the familiar journey back home, as the night hours slowly tick by.

[zyoojis]

ROSES AND EXPLOSIONS

pairing. — 3rd years! katsuki bakugou ✗ filipino afab! reader summary. — you plan and stress about your up-coming debut when your set of 18 roses is not complete. running out of options, you ask him. notes. — if you came from wattpad, hello! and if you happen to stumble upon this post here then hello! if you're not filipino, obviously ignore the reader tag. a birthday special from yours truly as someone who just had her debut :) this is my first work posted on tumblr! to check out more of my works, please go read cupid ! thank you and happy reading. <3

The soft rustle of papers and the hum of your organizer’s voice filled the air as you tried to focus on the details of your debut. Your 18th birthday was fast approaching, and the whole event was starting to feel more real—and more overwhelming. Every little thing had to be perfect, from the food to the program to the three sets of 18s: 18 treasures, 18 candles, and, of course, the dreaded 18 roses.

It wasn’t like you had a long line of guys just waiting to be part of your 18 roses, though. You needed 18 important people to dance with you, and as the event loomed closer, you realized you were running out of options.

That’s when you found yourself standing in front of Katsuki Bakugou, invitation card in hand, nerves twisting in your stomach.

He raised an eyebrow at you as you shoved the [f/c] printed card toward him, avoiding his eyes. “What the hell is this?”

You swallowed your anxiety, taking a deep breath. “My debut… My 18th birthday is coming up, and there’s this tradition—18 roses. I, um… I was hoping you could be one of the guys to dance with me.”

For a moment, silence hung between you two. His crimson eyes narrowed, and his lip curled into a familiar scowl.

“No. I don’t do stupid crap like that.”

His rejection was blunt and harsh, and you felt your heart sink. You’d expected it, really, but still, you couldn’t help the frown tugging at your lips, head down. "O—Oh okay..."

As you just turned around to walk away, you mutter to yourself quietly. "Guess I'll just ask Shoto instead..."

The second you said that, you noticed Katsuki stiffen, his eyes twitched. Todoroki, of all people? No way in hell. There was a brief pause, the air between you crackling with tension.

“Tch. Icyhot?” His tone was sharp, almost insulted. ���You’re gonna ask that half n' half bastard?”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting such a reaction as you turned back around to face him. “Well, yeah. I mean, since you’re not interested—”

“Oi, hold on,” he cut you off, irritation flaring in his voice. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”

Your eyes widened as you tilted your head in confusion. “But you literally just said—”

“Shut up!” Katsuki barked, glaring at you. “Look, I’m just… feeling sorry for your pathetic ass, that’s all,” he grumbled. “I’m doing you a favor. Besides, I’d be a much better dancer than that idiot.”

You stared at him, momentarily speechless, before a grin slowly spread across your face, brightening like the morning sun. “Wait… Are you saying yes?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you tackled him into a hug, your arms wrapping tightly around his torso. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you cried, your joy palpable. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you were practically bouncing with excitement.

Katsuki’s body tensed at the sudden contact, his heart doing an unexpected flip in his chest. He scowled, his cheeks madly flushing red as he awkwardly patted your back. “Oi, get off me! Don’t be so clingy!”

But despite his gruff exterior, he couldn’t help the small, genuine warmth that bloomed in his chest, watching your face light up like a sunflower revived by the rain. He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing you this happy made him feel something—something he wasn’t quite ready to face yet.

“Just don’t expect me to wear something fancy, got it?”

“Aye-aye, sir!”

Stupid dance. He thought he’d keep it simple—show up, do the bare minimum, and get it over with. But Katsuki had been wrong. Really wrong. Because now, here he was, wearing something fancy despite everything he said.

It wasn’t like the old hag forced him into it either. Though, his mom had definitely been suspicious when he dragged her to the mall to go shopping. Mitsuki couldn’t stop smirking the entire time as her son grumbled his way through the aisles, inspecting neckties like his life depended on it. He’d picked out a sleek one that—though he’d never admit it—matched your gown. He knew it would, even though he hadn’t seen you in it yet.

And now, the day had come.

The venue was lit in soft, elegant tones, filled with the hum of laughter and conversations. The theme matched with your Quirk and overall aesthetic. But Katsuki couldn’t care less about any of it. He sat with his classmates, who were also invited. He has his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit pants, trying not to look uncomfortable. His gaze kept drifting to the stage, where the host’s voice echoed through the hall, announcing your grand entrance.

The lights dimmed, a spotlight shining at the entrance of the ballroom. And then… there you were.

For a moment, Katsuki forgot to breathe.

You stepped into the room, looking absolutely breath-taking in your gown. The soft fabric flowed like water around you, and the way it shimmered under the lights made you seem like something out of a dream. The way you held yourself—graceful, radiant, confident—he couldn’t help but be in awe.

But then, you started singing.

The melody was soft, flowing like a gentle breeze, and though the words were in a language he didn’t understand, the emotion behind them was undeniable. Katsuki froze in place. What the hell? He didn’t know you could sing. And not just sing—sing. Like, better than Jirou (no offense). The way your voice carried through the room, delicate yet powerful, made his chest tighten.

He tried to keep his expression neutral, crossing his arms and scowling at the floor. But no matter how much he tried to look disinterested, he couldn’t stop the rapid pounding of his heart. His gaze kept sneaking back to you, each note you hit pulling him in deeper.

Damn it, he thought, clenching his jaw and trying to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest, up his neck, making him feel vulnerable in a way he hated.

It wasn’t fair. You were standing there, glowing in your gown, singing like some kind of angel, and he couldn’t stop himself from staring. For someone who claimed to hate this whole thing—the dance, the ceremony, the dress-up—Katsuki couldn’t take his eyes off you.

And it pissed him off how much you were getting under his skin.

By the time your song ended, Katsuki was gripping the edge of his jacket, his expression hardened in an attempt to hide the fact that his heart was beating way too fast. But deep down, he knew. He was completely, hopelessly captivated.

And the worse part? The program was starting the first set of 18 roses now.

The host instructed the list of men to go in a filed line in order. When Katsuki stood up from his seat, his friends were astonished.

He was waiting in line as he watched you danced with a couple of family members. He was near the end of the line, with your brothers and father being directly behind him.

He could feel his palms sweating. He's praying to god his Quirk doesn't set off an explosion and blows up the damn place due to how nervous he starts to seem. It's just a dance, he could handle anything for fuck's sake.

Finally, it was his turn.

The whole table with the friend group let out a cheer of whoops and whatever those idiots were screaming about. It's like they all knew of his not-so-secret, obvious crush on you.

“Oh my god, go Bakugou!” Mina practically squealed.

“Show her how a real man dances, bro!” Kirishima added with a grin.

Even Izuku, that damn nerd, joined in. “You’ve got this, Kacchan!”

Katsuki ignored them all, his jaw set as he approached you. But when you turned toward him with that same radiant smile you’d given everyone else, it was like his breath caught in his throat.

“Hi,” you greeted him softly, your voice as sweet as ever. “You look nice, Kat.”

For a moment, he couldn’t say anything. He just stared at you, taking in how beautiful you looked in your gown under the soft lights. He’d seen you in your school uniform a million times, but tonight? Tonight, you looked... different. Ethereal.

“...Tch. You too,” he muttered, his voice quieter than usual.

You beamed, your smile lighting up the room, and Katsuki felt something twist in his chest. He’d been dreading this moment, but now that he was here, with your hand in his and the music playing softly in the background, he wasn’t sure what he’d been so worried about.

As you swayed together to the music, the world around him seemed to blur. He could still hear his friends cheering and laughing behind him, but their voices felt distant. All he could focus on was you—the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him, the warmth of your hand in his, the soft scent of your perfume.

“Thanks for doing this,” you said quietly, glancing up at him with those kind eyes. “I know it’s not your thing, but it means a lot.”

Katsuki grunted, trying to act nonchalant. “Don’t get used to it.”

But despite his gruff tone, he couldn’t help the way his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him again, your face glowing with happiness.

Unfortunately, he would've loved to hold you longer than he'd care to admit. The dances for the 18 roses were brief, just a minute each, to make sure the debutante could make her way through all the gentlemen on the list. Still, that minute felt even shorter to Katsuki as he let go of you and watched you move on to the next partner.

Returning to his seat, Katsuki watched the party from the sidelines, arms crossed, trying to act indifferent. The night went on, the music thumping and conversations buzzing around him. It was almost enough to distract him—almost. Then, it hit him: your gift.

He cursed under his breath, realizing he’d nearly forgotten about it in the chaos of the event. With the program wrapping up, most of his friends had made their way to the dance floor, hyped up by the DJ’s remixes. But there was no way Katsuki was joining them—he had zero interest in babysitting their drunken antics.

His crimson eyes scanned the venue, searching for you. When he finally spotted you off to the side, quietly sipping your drink and momentarily away from the spotlight, something in his chest tightened. This was his chance.

Without thinking twice, Katsuki stood up, navigating through the crowd with his usual confident stride. Reaching you, he gently grabbed your wrist, the touch both firm and uncharacteristically soft. Before you could say a word, he led you out of the venue, stepping into the cool night air away from the crowd and noise.

“Oh hey, why’d you drag me out here? Did you enjoy the party, by the way? I planned it real good, didn't I?” you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah, it was fine, whatever,” he grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. There was a subtle tension in the air as he struggled to maintain his usual bravado. But in one of those pockets, he was clutching your gift, the weight of it a reminder of why he’d pulled you outside.

You tilted your head, watching him with curiosity. “Aw, just ‘fine’? You looked like you were having fun out there.”

Katsuki shifted his weight, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “It’s not like I’m here to have a blast,” he replied, trying to sound casual. But his gaze drifted to the ground, as if the pavement held the answers he couldn’t quite articulate.

With a sigh, he finally pulled the small box from his pocket, holding it between you. “Listen. Here. I, uh, got you something.” The moment felt charged, as if the air around you crackled with anticipation.

Your eyes widened, surprise and delight lighting up your face. “For me?”

“Yeah, dumbass. Open it,” he urged, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice.

As you carefully unwrapped the gift, Katsuki couldn’t help but watch you, heart racing as he waited for your reaction.

It was a necklace—a delicate piece of golden jewelry with a heart pendant as its centerpiece. Katsuki had the time searching for something perfect, hoping it would convey all the feelings he couldn’t quite put into words.

This was also part of the reason he went shopping with his mom. Mitsuki knew all too well that if her son was going to spend some serious cash on the girl he liked, he might as well make it worthwhile. As costly as it had been, Katsuki didn’t care; he wanted you to have something special.

Your eyes sparkled as you held the necklace up to the light, the pendant catching glimmers that danced across your face. “Wait, stop. No way, it's..”

For some reason, you started tearing up. Before you could finish your sentence, tears began to well up in your eyes. The overwhelming feeling of happiness surged through you, causing the tears to spill over. Katsuki felt like a guard dog almost immediately, instincts kicking in as he watched your emotions unfold.

"Oi, hey, what's with the tears?!"

"It's... It's just really nice, Kat. You're so thoughtful.." you said between sniffles, your fingers gently tracing the heart pendant as if trying to absorb its significance.

What an idiot. He found himself stepping closer instinctively reaching out to wipe away a stray tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry, dammit. I just thought you’d like it or whatever,” he muttered, his rough exterior cracking under the weight of your genuine joy.

Even through the tears, your smile cast a glowing light, illuminating your face in a way that made Katsuki’s heart race for what seem to be like the hundredth time today. “I fuckin' love it.”

With that, his expression went from a blank, concern look to a smug smile, the warmth of your happiness being contagious. "Oh, yeah? Good," he replied, trying to sound tough. "I'll beat the shit out of anyone who tries snatching it from you."

You laughed, "No way!"

He let out an approving grunt, but as he watched you, a few more tears escaped from your eyes, mumbling sarcastically. “Ugh, I said I wouldn’t cry… Now my mascara's all ruined. Thanks a lot, Katsuki.”

"Not my fault."

A short pause of silence occurred. Your fingers fumbled with the delicate chain, and after a few seconds of struggling, you turned your back to him. "Uh, Kat. Can you…?" you asked, a little shyly.

"Don't move."

His fingers brushed against your skin as he lifted the chain around your neck, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the calloused roughness of his hands. There was a slight pause as he fumbled with the clasp, a hint of uncharacteristic hesitation in his movements. But finally, he secured it, letting the pendant settle softly against your collarbone.

As you spun around to face him, your face lit up with joy. “Wahh! Still can’t believe you got me this necklace, it's just so pretty!” You held it up, the heart pendant glinting in the light. “I’ve always wanted something like this! I’m going to wear it every day and take such good care of it! I can’t wait to show everyone! Just imagine how cute it’ll look with my outfits! Oh, and I’ll make sure I don’t lose it, I promise!”

Katsuki thinks you might be crazy like it's kind of funny actually—jesus. Wasn't this chick just crying a few moments ago? And now here you are. Who talks this much for just a necklace? Watching you enthusiastically ramble on triggers cuteness aggression within him. He seems this is what it feels like.

“...and I can’t wait to show it off! It’ll be our little secret, and—”

You felt a pair of hands gently yet firmly grab your face, and before you could process what was happening, Katsuki’s lips met yours, effectively cutting off your endless stream of words. The kiss was brief but electrifying, leaving you breathless and wide-eyed as a rush of warmth flooded your cheeks.

"Happy birthday, you damn sunshine."

If this was how Katsuki Bakugou got you to stop talking, then you wouldn’t mind going on a rant for hours.

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Still Not Over You

Xmas Gift for @lavenderdropp I know it's really early but I have so many projects planned for the next three months that I have to get these done early.

Kimetsu Gauken Kokushibo x Reader x Sanemi

*You didn't exactly know how or why it happened but somehow you ended up getting divorced within a year and a half of you both getting married.

*You both met in highschool and had hit it off immediately. Dating ever since you both were fourteen and upon graduation got married at eighteen. It seemed perfectly natural to do at the time. You both were madly in love with each other, and you got along with his entire family. So imagine your surprise when he asked you for a divorce almost two years into your marriage.

*It was heartbreaking and came out of no where but no matter how much you cried or how much you asked why, he refused to elaborate on why insisting you both just sign the papers he brought with him and be amicable about this.

*What he hadn't told you was that he was forced to divorce you by nature of the dangers of his job. Working as a spy and secretary for Muzan meant lots of enemies surrounding the corrupt politician trying to take over Japan. I'm order to protect you, he had to divorce you and he it hurt him just as much as you.

*He made sure to leave you everything he could in the divorce. The house, car, and most of his money was handed over as compensation as he moved out to begin his new profession and new life. He later hears that you had sold the house you both used to share and moved away. He's heartbroken but not surprised really. He only hopes that in time you'll forgive him.

*Three years passed. He's now working as Muzan's personal secretary and security. He hasn't seen you in forever. The last he heard, you had graduated from college and was looking for a job. So he really wasn't expecting you to show up at a meeting between Muzan and his cousin Kagaya. Both of them brought their secretaries to take notes during the meeting. 

*He was shocked to see you there and vice versa staring at each other.. before you remained professional and just kept your focus on the meeting. Seeing you there was whiplash enough but seeing you working for Kagaya? A feeling of hurt and betrayal festered in his heart. He makes sure to ask Nakime about you , and she reveals that you're her secretary and was Hired by Kagaya about three years ago now.

*Heart pounding he tries to contact you again. Getting your number from Nakime but finding out he's blocked on there and your other social medias. He understands that you don't want to see him but he can't help himself. He ends up taking a day off and waiting for you to leave. Well he spots you and surprises you by blocking your way and stopping you 

*You immediately get angry. The calm conversation he tries to have devolving into an argument with you yelling at him. The yelling attracts looks and the attention of a white haired man around the corner. "Oi, Y/n! This asshole bothering you?"

*The man who came around the corner was Sanemi, the school's math teacher.. Kokushibo recognized him from the information Nakime gave him. However what he wasn't expecting was for the smaller man to come up to you and wrap an arm around your waist in a protective stance. "Is this guy bothering you, Honey?"

*HONEY?! WHAT?! "What?"  "This is my boyfriend. We've been dating for two years." It turns out once you started working for Kagaya, Sanemi fell for yoh at first sight. You were just so kind, sweet, and treated him with respect. He wasn't used to it 

*You both became quick friends however you weren't ready for another relationship yet which he respected. You hadn't really met a man like Sanemi before. Despite his outward appearance and generally brashness, he was actually a super sweet guy who loved kids and respected women. You saw that in the way he treated the lady staff and how passionate he was about teaching.

*You were slowly getting over your heartbreak of Kokushibo and fell more and more and MORE for Sanemi who didn't look down on you for being a divorced woman. He treated you no differently than everyone else. You finally agreed to go on a lunch date with him and you two have been together ever since 

*SANEMI quickly put two and two together for who Kokushibo was and he was not having it. He's grip tightened up on you, viens popped up along his body, and the urge to just pummel the taller man in front of him was high but he restrained himself. He didn't want to make a scene in front of you and the kids.

*Kokushibo is deadly calm but he's restraining himself as well because his fists are shaking as he stares at Sanemi. Eventually it ends when you grab Sanemi's arm and start pulling him away after sending your ex a glare. "He's not worth it, Nemi. Good bye, Michikatsu. Don't try contacting me again."

*His heart breaks in two seeing you cling on the arm of another man, fists tightening before he leaves. You best bet that this wasn't over because both men aren't willing to give you up so easily.