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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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♬ Summary: Y/N doesn’t really care about Valentine’s Day but Jungkook loves the holiday. He just wants to show her how much he loves her.

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, angst?, fluff, and smut

♬ Warnings: Smut and fluff (lol)

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

Even when Y/N was with her ex-boyfriend, she never understood why people took Valentine's Day so seriously. She thought it was cute of course but she didn’t understand why this day was the day that someone showed they loved someone, it should be every day they showed it. Even though she was with Jungkook for two years, she never really spent Valentine's Day with him. Sure she texted him happy Valentine's Day and he would send roses to her with a note saying sorry that he couldn’t make it. In all honesty, she was actually kinda happy that Jungkook never really did something crazy for her. She didn’t know how her anxiety would react to a surprise from him.

“You got the band at the rooftop, hyung?”

“Yes, you brat. Not even a thank you.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and glanced at Y/N who was sitting on the couch with Bam in her lap. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to make this the greatest one for her. Operation Jungkook loves Y/N, was made the week before with his members (he wasn’t really good with names). He had everything planned out for today, a romantic dinner on top of the Hybe building with a band playing her favorite Red Velvet songs and a big heart that was made out of roses. Oh, how could he forget, fairy lights everywhere. It was perfect.

That morning, Y/N made him his favorite pancakes (chocolate chip) with whip cream and strawberries. She even cut some strawberries to look like roses and asked Jungkook if he would be her Valentine, of course, he said yes. She even had Bam bring him a stuffed animal dressed in pink pajamas with red hearts all over them. He thought it was very cute and he sent a picture in the group chat of everything she did for him. Jin said he was jealous and Taehyung asked if he could come over for some pancakes. Jungkook told them both to fuck off.

“Thank you hyung. You think she’ll love it?”

“Jungkook, it’s Y/N. She would love anything you give her. Shit, you could give her weeds from the backyard and she would love it.”

“I just want this to be the greatest Valentine's Day she has ever had.”

“Question?”

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes, “What grandma?”

“Did you ask Y/N what she wanted to do for Valentine's Day? YAH! STOP CALLING ME THAT! I raised you!”

“No...I wanted it to be a surprise. Anyways, bye.”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and saw Jungkook in the kitchen still, “Baby! Are you still talking to Jin? Is everything okay?”

“Everything is okay! No worries, Jin just wanted to know how to make the strawberry roses.”

Jungkook entered the living room and plopped down next to her with a smile. He placed his arm over her shoulder and kissed the side of her head as she let out a small giggle, “You missed most of the movie, kook.”

“Blame grandma for that.”

“Be nice to Jin.”

Jungkook scoffed and looked down at his phone to look at the time. His bunny smile appeared and she tilted her head at him with curiosity, “Hey baby, we need to change. We have dinner.”

“Oh? I thought we were going to stay in and watch movies together.”

“I wanted to give you the greatest Valentine's day ever! It's our first baby.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Okay...I’ll get change. What should I wear?”

“That dark purple dress.”

“Okay.” She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, “I want you to wear that black dior dress shirt.”

“See through one? How kinky.”

Y/N felt her whole body get hot and she shook her head, “NO-NOT THAT ONE! The black one with the charms on the collar.”

“Okay baby. Whatever you want.”

The two changed in their bedroom and Y/N felt like she had to get a squirt bottle to keep Jungkook away from her. They went inside the car after saying their goodbyes to Bam. The drive to Hybe building was a peaceful one, Jungkook was playing soft piano music as Y/N hummed with the tune. Her eyes widened when saw that they were in the Hybe parking lot, “Baby why are we here?”

“Oh, dinner is here.”

“Oh, no they wanted to have a meeting with me.”

“What baby, no. The dinner is in a special spot.”

She let out a breath and nodded her head, “Okay. I was so nervous to meet your boss or manager. I don’t think they would like me.”

“Baby Yoongi likes you.”

Jungkook and Y/N made their way through the empty parking lot. They went up in the elevator and she leaned her head against his arm as he placed random kisses on the side of her head. The doors opened to the roof and Y/N eyes widened at the sight. There were red roses scattered all over the roof and she looked up to see a band in front of a table softly playing Queendom. She covered her mouth when she saw the big heart and her head whipped to Jungkook, “Yo-You did this all for me?”

“Of course I did.”

“I-I’ve never had this before...I-I..I love it.”

Jungkook smiled and leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead, “I love you, Y/N, my future wife.”

“I love you, my future husband.”

After dinner, Jungkook brought her down to his studio. She was begging to see his workplace and he couldn’t say no to her. He held her hand tightly as he opened the door and her eyes sparkled at the foreign items. Sure, Jungkook has a studio at their home but she doesn't want to step foot in the room because that's his space. She didn’t want to invade it. Her face softened and she walked up to his desk. She gently picked up the frame and her heart swelled up, “My graduation picture?”

Jungkook’s face turned red and rubbed the back of his neck as he closed and locked the door, “Yeah, you just looked so damn pretty.”

“Aww, Jungkook. I have our first date picture on my table.”

She put the picture back down and walked over to Jungkook. She went on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you so much, kook.”

“I love you too, baby. I also love this dress on you.”

She glanced down at her dress and shook her head, “Stop it...”

“You would look so good with it off.” He leaned down to kiss under her ear as he separated her legs so he could stand in between them. She glanced away and felt her body getting hot from his small action but he let out a small chuckle, “Y/N, look at me.”

She swallowed her spit and hid her face in his chest, “I-I can’t.”

He gently grabbed her chin and made her look up at him, “You know I love seeing your shy eyes...you just look so hot.”

“Ko-Kook...Kiss me?”

He leaned down as she placed her hand on the side of his face before connecting their lips together. She softly moaned against his soft lips as he sucked on her bottom lip, something he knew she liked. She was shocked when she felt the leather couch behind her knees, she didn’t even realize they were moving. He gently laid her on the couch with him hovering over.

“You know, you're my favorite thing in the world.”

“D-Don’t say things like that...”

He sat up on the couch pulling her up with him, his hands were on the dark fabric and looked up at her, “Is this okay?”

“Are we going to do it here? In your work? Isn’t that bad?”

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck. I locked the door.”

“But this is your office...doesn’t it feel dirty?”

“No, it’s hot. Do you want to wait till we go home?”

She shook her head and looked down at the floor, “No...this is okay?”

“It’s okay baby.”

She nodded her head and lifted her arms as he quickly took off the dress that he loves. He gently placed the fabric on the floor because he knew she hated when he tossed her clothes. She was wearing a light pink lace bra and the color just made her look so innocent. Her shaking hands started to unbutton his shirt, even though they had sex so many times, she never got used to it. When his shirt was off, he leaned down into a passionate kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

“I love you, L/N Y/N,”

He moved his head to place a kiss along her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. His tattooed hand started to go down to her underwear. As they shared kisses, they undressed each other until they were completely bare. She glanced down at his tattooed arm and smiled when she saw her initials. He saw her eyes and looked at what she was looking at and smirked, “And you were mad that I got the tattoo.”

“I wasn’t mad, just shocked.”

He rubbed his erection against her and looked up at her, “Is this okay?”

“I-It’s okay.”

He entered her slowly and even though they had sex so many times, she never got used to his size. She clenched at the leather and closed her eyes as he bottomed out. He licked her shoulder and gently bit the skin, “You always feel good.”

“S-Stop it...”

His grip on her thigh tightened as he adjusted it higher, giving him more access to her, “My pussy, forever.”

Her nails were digging on his back as she held him close, chest to chest. He leaned down and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. She let out a loud moan when she felt a bite from him, she liked when he did that. He suddenly sat up and she sat perfectly on his lap, “Ride me, I know you can do it, baby.”

She still hasn’t mastered the position but Jungkook stated that she has gotten better at it. She nodded her head, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him. He gave her an encouraging smile and she smiled back. She started moving and Jungkook let out a loud moan, “Keep going baby, you're doing good. You look hot like this.”

She shook her head and leaned forward and hid her face in his neck. He gripped her hips to make her move faster, “I’m close babe.”

“M-Me to...”

One last move and Y/N accidentally bit his neck as she came. This new action from her caused Jungkook to groan out loud and pushed him over the edge. He came inside of her and kissed the side of her head. They sat like that for a while until she pulled away with a frown, “I’m sorry. I-”

“You know you never left marks on me before.”

“I try not to...I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

He let out a small chuckle and leaned forward placing a kiss on her nose, “I don’t care.”

She shyly looked down to see him still inside her and looked back at him, “Did I do good?”

“You lasted longer, that's a good improvement baby. Also so fucking hot.”

“S-Stop it. We need to go home...we need to finish our movie.”

“Of course baby, happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, kook.”

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xofanfics · 2 years

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Lost in the Dream - Part II

Part I | Part II | Part III

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Genre: angst 🥺(get your tissues, people)

Pairing: Reader x Johnny

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Johnny isn’t the type to commit but he was willing to do it with you. When a surprise pops up, things take an unexpected turn.

FOUR YEARS LATER…

You rolled the small purple suitcase onto the floor, opening it. You sighed, not quite sure of where to start. You were going to be in Busan for a week with your daughter to visit your parents. You’d just finished doing a load of laundry and had folded most of Aya’s outfits already.

Your child came into the room with a yawn, as if she’d spent the afternoon slaving over a suitcase like you had. You smiled. “Aya, baby, why don’t you pick out your favorite pajamas?”

Your daughter had been sitting at her small table coloring, but quickly rose from her seat to go digging through her drawers. She picked out mismatched pajama sets but you shrugged and put them in the suitcase anyway. The least you could do is to give her a bit of creative autonomy.

“Are you coming too, mommy?” Aya asked with a pout.

You reached your arms out to sit your daughter in your lap. “Of course. Who else will take you to see grandma and grandpa?” Aya shrugged. “They won’t let you go on the plane without mommy. Don’t worry. Besides, do you know how to get to the airport?”

Aya shook her head and giggled.

You kissed her on the forehead. “I didn’t think so.”

***

Johnny rolled over to meet the eyes of his girlfriend, Hyeri. Johnny smiled. “You’re awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep well.”

Johnny pulled her closer to his chest and held her, taking in her scent. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “Do you feel okay? You must be a little uncomfortable since you’re on your period, right?” She nodded. Johnny smiled and said, “I’ll make you some tea.”

“Thank you.”

Johnny got up, planting one last kiss on her forehead before heading into the kitchen. She ended up following him into the kitchen, just to watch. Johnny was a good guy. They’d been seeing each other for just three months but she already felt so close to him. She’d been hurt by a lot of men, relationships full of broken promises and false hope. But she felt like Johnny was different.

“Are you ready for our trip?” Johnny asked, turning on the electric kettle.

Johnny had booked a weekend trip for he and his girlfriend to go to Busan. Part of him didn’t want to go because it reminded him of you. It was where your family was from and where you grew up. He almost didn’t book, but he decided that he wouldn’t let you make decisions for him all these years later. It never sat right with him how things ended with you. And it brought a lot of trust issues, especially in his current relationship. It was fairly new but things were okay but he wasn’t sure if he could see himself with her long term. Could he see himself being engaged? Married? Having a child? He thought that taking a trip together would bring them closer, so he booked one to see if she was really the right woman for him.

Sometimes he thought about what if and what could’ve been. He wondered if he hadn’t cheated on you, if you would’ve been with him still. He wondered if you would’ve decided to have the baby anyway. He was scared back then and he hadn’t been sure if he wanted to be or would’ve been a good father. The last thing he would’ve wanted was to be a disappointment.

But he realized that maybe he’d been too quick to say that he didn’t want to get married and that he didn’t want children. He’d been young then and he didn’t know what it was like to be with someone he could even picture that with. But, looking back, he could see those things with you. You were honestly one of his biggest regrets. He regretted everything about how he treated you and about how he never got to have closure. You were just gone and sometimes it almost felt like you had never existed in the first place, but he supposed you did that on purpose.

Hyeri’s smile brought him back to reality. He cleared his throat, almost feeling guilty to be thinking of his ex when he was standing in front of his girlfriend. “Yeah. Our flight isn’t until 2 and we’re up like our flight is in two hours.” She chuckled as Johnny grabbed two teabags, deciding he’d have some for himself, too. He put them in two cups he’d set out.

“I’m so glad we’re going on a trip,” Johnny said. “I’m starting to feel some burnout with work.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, bringing herself closer to him. “It’s okay. We’ll get away for a couple days and relax.”

***

You took a breath as you stepped off the plane with your daughter. You’d just landed at the airport and you could almost smell the ocean water from here. It had been a while since you’d come to your hometown. Your parents, of course, wanted you back in Korea. It would’ve been the easier option, so you wouldn’t have had to go through the pregnancy alone but you had enough money saved to start a new life in Japan.

Sometimes you wondered what things would’ve looked like if you’d decided to stay with your parents instead of moving to Japan. You wouldn’t have had to do things by yourself. You would’ve had help, at the very least. And Aya would’ve grown up with them, building a long lasting relationship rather than through FaceTime and an occasional visit back and forth.

Sometimes you wondered what things would’ve looked like if you’d been able to face Johnny. You’d debated having the abortion, you really did. But the fact that Johnny didn’t want a baby was so hurtful. He’d implied that he wouldn’t let you raise the baby by yourself, but you knew that wasn’t really what he wanted. That wasn’t really how he felt. Those words were just because of the obligation to take care for a kid that was yours. And you didn’t want to make him miserable. So, you decided to keep the baby and to disappear from Johnny’s life.

Sometimes Aya asked about him. She asked things like “Does my daddy live in Japan too?”

You never told her the full truth but you simply told her that her father wasn’t around and that you didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. This was only partially true. You figured he was probably still living in Korea somewhere, maybe in Seoul, maybe in Daegu, maybe in Incheon. You didn’t know and you made it a point not to. You stayed away from social media all these years, opting to stay hidden. The last thing you’d wanted was for Johnny to find you first.

There was no way you’d be able to face him now. So much time had passed. Had you waited too long? Was it too late to make amends?

A short bus ride later, you’d arrived at your parents’ home. They still lived in the same house you’d grown up in. Despite the fact that you left for Seoul and that your brother left for culinary school, they didn’t change either of your rooms into an office or walk in closet.

Your parents welcomed you and Aya with open arms. You hadn’t been able to visit Korea in a while, since work had gotten busy the past couple months.

Aya jumped into her grandfather’s arms. “Wow, you got so big!”

Aya giggled playfully. “Grandpa!”

Your mother said, “How is our little Aya?”

“Good!”

You smiled at the wholesome moment. It had only been a few months, but you had missed your family. Sometimes you wanted to move back here but other times you were grateful for your life in Japan. Despite the situation that caused you to run away there, being somewhere new helped you step outside of your comfort zone and do things you never thought you’d get to do. You’d been able to provide a decent life for you and your daughter in Japan.

But was Japan where you truly belonged?

“Wow, this space looks even better than in pictures,” you said, looking around the restaurant. “It’s not on the beach but there’s still a nice view of it on the patio. And there’s a nice breeze.”

The restaurant wasn’t too big, able to seat about thirty people or so comfortably. The decor your brother had chosen had a seaside theme, very fitting for the area. You’d only seen pictures on WhatsApp, but the space looked great.

You were proud of your younger brother. He’d worked very hard to get where he was today. For someone two years younger than you, he’d already accomplished so much. He’d gone to culinary school overseas and came back with the credentials he needed to open up his own restaurant. You hadn’t seen him much once he graduated from high school, but it was definitely worth the sacrifice since he was able to follow his dreams.

You were twenty-seven with a child and had a job but you couldn’t say that you felt particularly fulfilled with where your life was right now. You weren’t sure where the void in your life was exactly. Maybe you were lonely. Maybe it was a career change that you needed. Hell, maybe you just needed a break, a vacation—one where you didn’t have to worry about Aya. A solo trip or even a trip with your friends sounded great. You loved Aya with all of your heart but you had to admit there were a bunch of things that you couldn’t do because you had a child and because you were raising her on your own.

This brought you back to Johnny. You realized by now that you’d made an impulsive decision and you weren’t sure how to fix it. It wasn’t a situation where you could just send him a message all these years later saying that you really did have the baby. What would his reaction be? You were afraid to know what he would do or say.

But you needed to find the strength to tell Johnny. No matter how much it hurt and no matter how hard it was, you needed to tell Johnny that he was a father. And it needed to happen on this trip, no matter what.

“Hey,” said your brother. “Could you help me prep some stuff in the kitchen? I’m running a little behind and we’re opening in a little less than an hour.”

You glanced at your daughter. “Um, well maybe I could have Aya sit by the kitchen…”

Your brother rolled his eyes. “She’s a good girl, Y/N. She knows not to talk to strangers or to go in the street. She can play with her ball outside on the patio. And you can watch her from the cameras.”

You sighed. “Fine.”

“Come, Aya,” said your brother. “How about you play with your ball outside for a little while?”

“Can you play, uncle?”

“I can’t play this time. But next time, I will. I promise.”

Aya pouted and proceeded to follow her uncle outside. You smiled at your child before heading into the kitchen.

Johnny and Hyeri were starving after an afternoon of walking. It was still a little early. It was 4:15 but they hadn’t exactly had lunch.

“There’s this restaurant my friend told me about,” Hyeri said, taking out her phone. “His friend from high school is opening his restaurant today. He said it’s opening at 4.”

“What kind of cuisine?”

“Seafood.”

“Perfect,” he said. “Busan is the best place to have fresh seafood, right?”

She nodded as she pulled up directions on her phone. “It’s in walking distance. I’m tired but fifteen minutes isn’t bad.”

Unfortunately Hyeri’s app didn’t tell her how many hills they would have to walk up. Halfway there, they stopped at a convenience store for water. Johnny wasn’t particularly out of shape but he hated leg day and walking up hills wasn’t fun by any means. By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Johnny’s legs were completely dead.

Johnny walked up the patio. They were early and it was a new restaurant. It didn’t look like anyone had arrived. The only person in sight was a small child playing on the patio. She was rolling the ball back and forth, from one side of the patio to another. The child looked up with curious eyes and smiled.

Since the front door was open, Hyeri went inside first. She was met with a man who was setting out table placements. “Hi,” she said, “are you not open yet?”

“We actually open at 5 but since you’re here already, I-”

“No, no,” she said, “it’s okay. We can come back in a bit.”

The man shook his head. “No, really. Sit and relax. I’ll bring some drinks, on the house. Do you like soju?”

“Of course,” Johnny said. “We wouldn’t be Korean if we didn’t.”

The man let out a chuckle. “Perfect. I’ll bring some soju cocktails!”

Hyeri said, “Sounds good. I can’t wait to try it!”

“Sit wherever you like. I’ll be back with the drinks and some menus for you.”

Hyeri nodded and turned to Johnny as the man disappeared. “Do you wanna sit outside?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? The sun is setting, there’s some shade; It’s a nice day. And we can go for a walk by the beach to walk the food off.”

Hyeri shot him a look of disbelief. “Hey, I came on vacation to have fun. Not to do a full body workout.”

He sat down in the chair and kissed her on the cheek. “I can give you one of those later tonight, if you like.”

Johnny was enjoying the scenery and the couple spent a minute or two to take it in. Even from here, they could smell that the ocean wasn’t too far away. Even though this trip was only for the weekend, Johnny felt at peace and happy. He hadn’t realized how burnt out he’d been and how needed this getaway was.

***

You picked up your phone and put it down again. You found Johnny on Instagram, at least. You found it easily. His profile was public, plus he hadn’t changed his username for the past few years. The bad news was that it seemed like he was seeing someone. For some reason, learning that hurt you. It was to be expected, you supposed, especially since you were the one to cut him off.

You weren’t going to follow him on the social media platform. You were going to send the message and that was it. Wording things was going to be the hard part. What did you say to him after all these years? You’d chosen this for yourself and for your daughter. You were the villain in this story and you knew that.

You started typing a message, unsure of where you were going with it. But you figured that the least you could do was start it.

Hi Johnny, it’s Y/N… I know it’s been a while and you might be wondering why I’m writing to you after all these years. First, I’m sorry for cutting you off back then. There were so many things going on and I was hurt by what happened. Second, I want to tell you that we have a daughter. I know that it’s a shock and I’m sorry for only telling you just now. I felt embarrassed and I was scared. I know there’s no excuse for what I’ve done and that we can’t go back in time, but I want to let you know how truly sorry I am. And, if you want, I can prove it with a DNA test…

I never wanted things to end up like this but I let things get out of control and—

You stared at the message for a few minutes, debating whether the words you’d written were good enough. Then you started panicking at the thought of even finishing your thoughts and pressing send. For now, you’d leave it there. And you copied and pasted it in your notes, just in case. Typing it all had already triggered some anxiety in you.

You took a deep breath, hoping to be able to find enough air. Your body had begun to shake, out of the fear of what could happen. Johnny, of course, had every right to hate you. He had every right to be angry. And he had every right not to forgive you for what you’d done not only to him, but to your daughter, too. Aya didn’t deserve any of this either. She deserved to know who her father was and she deserved to have him in her life. You just hoped that Johnny wouldn’t reject her and your efforts wouldn’t be wasted.

***

Johnny’s conversation got interrupted as a rogue ball bounced under the table. Johnny smiled as he looked up to see the little girl with her mouth wide open.

The restaurant owner, who had been coming out with appetizers, said, “I told you to roll the ball, not bounce it.”

Johnny smiled as he handed it back to the little girl. “Here you go.”

She made eye contact with him for the first time, looking at him with big, curious eyes. A couple seconds later, she smiled. And in a low, shy-sounding voice, she said, “Thank you.”

“Sorry about that,” the owner said.

“It’s no problem,” Johnny said, taking his seat again. As their prawn appetizer was placed on the table, he added, “Thanks so much.”

“Enjoy!”

“I’m so hungry,” said Hyeri, placing her napkin in her lap. “It looks so good.”

Johnny smiled and picked up his fork to taste the prawn. As he and Hyeri ate, he couldn’t help but steal glances at the little girl. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about her seemed eerily familiar. He watched for a moment as she drew in a book at a table on the other side of the patio. Was it strange for him to be watching her like this? He couldn’t describe the feeling, but something felt familiar about her. He shook it off, deciding that maybe something about her reminded him of someone from his own family or maybe she just looked like someone he’d seen before.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Johnny announced, once they’d finished their appetizer. Hyeri nodded as she took a sip of her drink and Johnny disappeared into the restaurant. As he turned the corner toward the bathrooms, Johnny’s heart nearly stopped once he came face to face with a woman he never thought he’d see again.

***

A/N: I know I took FOREVER to post. I’ve been going through a hell of a lot in my personal life and had absolutely noooo motivation to write. But I was determined and I know I had quite a few of yall waiting.

I know I said this was supposed to be a 2 shot but i’m thinking 4-5 parts cause i have new ideas.

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im-overstimulated-and-im-sad · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom 💝

This is for my TK's growing up years fic- it was hard not to post the whole thing of what happened before and after this part but I thought this worked best -

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“Dad, I’m tired,” TK said through a yawn. Owen sighed. He had memories of his son saying those exact words when he was four years old, perched on the edge of the bathtub. Owen would have been putting his son’s pajamas on after his bath, keeping one hand on his tiny son as he teetered back and forth on the edge so he didn’t fall back into the tub.

Which some things hadn’t changed; his son was still sitting on the edge of the tub, unable to keep still, teetering back and forth.

But he wasn’t that sleepy four-year-old anymore; he was twenty now, sporting two black eyes, and Owen was helping him sit up because his son was the literal definition of falling down drunk and Owen was scared if he let go of him, TK would fall back and smack his head on the tub.

“You need some water, bud,” Owen said.

“I got it,” Sophie said, coming back into the bathroom with a bottle of mineral water in hand. Owen was going to ask her to hold it for her brother, but before he could, Sophie had unscrewed the top and held it up to TK’s mouth, tilting it so he could drink it. TK put one hand on the water bottle, but Sophie didn’t let go of it.

“Thanks, Soph,” Owen said softly, as he watched his son turn his head away. Water dribbled down his chin and his shirt.

“No problem,” Sophie shrugged. With his free hand, Owen reached out and squeezed her shoulder. And took stock of the strapless shirt and frayed black shorts his daughter was wearing; both things seemed to make up about eight inches of fabric.

“Hey, Soph,” Owen said slowly. “Your clothes”.

“What about them?” Sophie said distractedly, not taking her eyes off her brother.

“I just wondered if you were going to put any clothes on in the near future,” Owen replied. Sophie shot him a quick glare over her shoulder.

“Dad, it’s like eighty-six degrees outside”. She said. “They’re just shorts. Every single person in the outside world is dressed like this”.

“I bet I could round up a few who aren’t”. Owen replied. “TK, have some more”. He held the water bottle up to his son’s face as TK groaned and shook his head.

“Reminder,” Sophie said as she tried to get TK to take it, “I’m fifteen. Little old for you to tell me what to wear”.

“I’m not telling you what to wear”. Owen corrected her. “I’m telling you what not to wear. And there’s no way your mother let you leave her house dressed like that”. He added.

“You know, Lorraine was here. Before you got back with TK,” Sophie said coolly. “And she didn’t have a problem with how I’m dressed. She thought I looked cute”.

“Hate to break it to you, kiddo,” Owen said as he went back to using both hands to keep TK from tipping over like the little teapot. “But Lorraine isn’t your parent. I am”. Owen’s fingers were kneading TK’s left side without him noticing. Someone had noticed, though. TK yelped like a puppy that had been stepped on.

“TK, I’m sorry,” Owen said, startled. “I didn’t think that would hurt”.

“No”. TK shook his head, his eyes not really focused on anything. “It didn’t. All good. Surprised me. Hands are cold”. Owen knew that was a complete lie. But he didn’t know what his son was trying to keep from him.

“Sophie, do me a favor,” Owen said quietly. “Hold your brother’s shoulders for me?”

“Okay,” Sophie said, standing up to rest her hands on her brother’s shoulders. “Why?”

“I want to check something”. Owen murmured softly, trying not to spook his son. He pulled up the bottom of TK’s shirt even as TK whined in protest and clumsily swiped at his hands. Owen quickly saw why; there was an array of angry purple bruises in the middle of his son’s torso.

Oh, hell no.

“TK”. Owen spoke softly, but firmly. “Who did this?”

“No one”. TK said. Then he groaned, “I don’t feel good”.

“Was it Malcolm?” Sophie asked. Her brother finally met her gaze, fear in his eyes.

“Soph, don’t,” he said. He looked like he was about to say something else, when he broke out of her grip and dropped to his knees in front of the open toilet and started vomiting again.

“It’s okay, it’s okay”. Owen murmured as he rubbed his son’s back. He knew that on top of everything else, TK’s position with those bruises couldn’t feel good.

Owen watched his son, vomiting and crying simultaneously and thought of the old adage; there wasn’t anything worse than seeing your child in pain that you couldn’t stop.

There was another thing Owen was certain of; whatever had happened in his son’s night before the police called Owen to pick him up, Owen wasn’t going to get it out of TK tonight.

After TK had gotten it out, he rested his head on the toilet while Owen wiped TK’s face with a cold washcloth.

“TK, you really want to put your head there?” Sophie asked. Her brother just grunted in response.

“He needs to have some more water and go to bed,” Owen said. “I’ll call your mother in the morning”. Sophie nodded and looked at her brother, worried.

“Hey, Soph”. Owen said softly.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Before”. Owen said. “When you asked your brother if Malcolm did this to him. Who is Malcolm?”

“Oh”. Sophie looked down at her knees. “He’s… this guy”.

Owen gently bumped her elbow with his own. “I’m going to need a bit more than that, Soph”.

No pressure tagging - I tag @dreamingofmickeywaffles @sznofthesticks @reyestrandd @firstprince-history-huh @eclectic-sassycoweyes @anewkindofme @thebumblecee @kiloskywalker and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶

#911 lone star #wip wednesday #911 ls fic #my wip fic

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zenixromeave · 1 year

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zane skins/designs review!

first MCD appearance/wedding/white +gold

This is ugly as sin to be completely honest.

Okay, looking a little harder it isn’t THAT bad. The white and gold are clearly reminiscent of royalty and status, but the chosen yellow is far too on the lime green side of the spectrum to be recognizable as gold or have the same beauty as gold does. The belt looks bad, it doesn’t fit the rest of the outfit well and it would probably have given more of a priest/nun look if it weren’t present and his clothes were implied to be more drapey. This far back in his character design, his hair was also very light, giving it more of an impression of being gray than black, which thankfully she fixes eventually. The shading on the clothing- both white and gold- is very harsh and uses some really bad yellow tones (when shading with yellow, it is almost never good to take the color just closer to black, instead, making it more orange and a little darker usually makes a more aesthetically appealing color.)

There are admittedly some good, iconic features present in this design which just weren’t fully polished yet. Personally, I really like the idea of the hood, as it’s a common motif in a lot of religious clothing I feel like. Also, it looks cool, and goes well with him having a mask and covering himself.

main outfit (MCD)

The monochrome of this outfit works really well. All of the blacks and greys are slightly blue, lending themselves to suit his eyes nicely. The shading is nice as well. While the outfit looks good, I don’t feel the same about his face. His eyes could provide a nice pop of color, and since his clothes are tinted blue it should work, but the blue of his eyes is far too dull and light to provide any contrast or pop. Since his eyes and skin have nearly the same gray undertones, his eyes don’t pop as much as they should in a monochromatic design like this. “Also, they look like pajamas” - my boyfriend

other main outfit (??? this one’s white)

“This one is super ugly” - my bf

The blue crosses are too similar in color to his eyes, it draws your attention to his knees instead of his face and eyes. I think his eyes work better in this outfit though with all the white, and I like the gloves. The strap around his chest is not really recognizable as a strap and the colors in the sword are obviously awful. The brown is really bright, as is the greenish-blue color of the sword (dagger?) Also, the amount of armor and weaponry in this outfit doesn’t really make sense for him considering he rarely fights. The boots/pants situation confuses me, I don’t know what’s going on there. Are they really short shoes and black pants of almost the same color? Visually confusing and ugly. His hair is still a little bit too gray.

His mask looks like it’s really long and with a cross on it. I think that looks really good. Shoulder pads are weirdly small as well, looks goofy.

rebirth

Why did she make him sexy. Whats her issue

I like the belt/strap details, they add some well needed texture to the previous design. The pants/shoes situation is still confusing and hard to tell what’s what. Finally, she’s utilizing his eyes as a proper pop of color. Personally, I would make them more on the purplish side of blue, but the green tint does match his sword, so that’s a nice touch.

Jury of nine transformation (I think?)

He’s big. You can’t see his face. He’s evil. Very sexy of him.

season 3 (shadow knight armor)

I really like the purples in this one, and I think the shading is nice. I think the red should have probably been toned down a little because it’s very harsh and yet again draws attention away from his face. I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again, the full gem swords are ugly as shit. No escaping it. They’re all bad and look tacky.

The reasoning for why his mask is shaped that way still eludes me. He’s wearing all armor in this outfit, so the same hoodie-scarf-mask made of fabric he usually wears makes even less sense. There’s definitely cooler ways to cover his face, use some creativity. At this point, she was only giving him a mask because it was an established part of his character, not because it served any narrative or aesthetic purposes.

beach episode (side stories)

trans ? why is he wearing that.

The shorts and top have no shading. Other than that, there isn’t much clothing to critique so... overall I think it’s kinda cute. The colors are pretty balanced, and I appreciate giving him some kind of shirt even at the beach, considering he’s usually covered head-to-toe. Not the kind of guy who should have abs though. Not everyone is Grey Fullbuster, Jess.

#zane ro'meave #minecraft diaries #mcd #aphblr #aph tag #outfit review #mine

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ametistacollinsworld · 1 year

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.° Uzi x Enigmatic! Cyborg! Reader °.

My ninth request! Hope you like!

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Uzi was always curious about you, after all…you were a CYBORG?? A human- part robot?! Like?? But even after getting to know you better, befriending you, getting really close, Uzi concluded one thing: You were a mystery to her, no matter what she did.

It was as if you didn't have a pattern, much less a distinct personality, if that was logical.

Despite all of this, Uzi found herself starting to grow feelings for you, even if it was strange or even bizarre for her. She even liked the feeling, it was strange but lovely.

It was something about how you loved puzzles, board games, or just playing tic-tac-toe with her. Or how you once said you wanted to make a snowmen, and I mean you really did, dragging Uzi with you to play in the snow.

You were so special in her eyes, you don't know how much…

Another day began inside the colony, being a Saturday! where Uzi was sleeping late, not bothering to worry about her father, who had left early that day for his "mega important work on doors" or something… not that Uzi gave a damn about what he does.

As for you..well… we can say you were watching Uzi sleep, not in a creepy way or anything! You were watching her for your newest drawing! Like Uzi, you enjoyed drawing at times, and the drone in question was your "Muse" for drawing, being the basis for many of your art creations.

Uzi started his systems slowly, giving a sleepy yawn, but soon getting startled by you, and falling out of the bed.

" Good morning Uzi my dear " You spoke in a calm voice, continuing to drawing of a sleepy Uzi. Uzi snorted getting up from the ground, looking at you with an accusing look.

" Ugh! (Y/n)! You did that on purpose! I already told you to stop watching me while I'm not awake! " Uzi grumbled in an irritated tone, throwing herself back on the bed still watching you.

" I'm really sorry..I was just drawing another drawing, I hope you're not mad at me.. " You spoke in a low tone, touching your fingers together cutely 👉👈.

" Ugh..bite me! It's okay- I forgive you- just try not to do that anymore! " Uzi grumbled shuffling in their pajamas closer to you, finally sitting up and leaning on your shoulder lazily.

" What are you drawing anyway? It's literally 6 am- " Uzi asked in a sleepy manner, wrapping both of their arms around one of your arms, affectionately.

" Uzi " You said simply continuing to draw, which for a moment Uzi was confused still being tired, but soon understanding looking at your sketchbook.

In the sketchbook were several small drawings of expressions Uzi make, in addition to a large realistic drawing in the middle, where she appeared to be asleep in a field of [favorite flowers]. Uzi gave a defeated sigh resting his head on your shoulder, feeling her cheeks flush.

" I'll never be able to understand you (Y/n)… can we just… go back to sleep please? I'm still sleepy.. " Uzi said rubbing her eye screen pulling away from you a little. You looked at her in silence for a moment, but then you closed your sketchbook and placed it on top of the headboard along with your pencil.

You dragged yourself further to the middle of the bed, thus lying down slowly, soon being followed by Uzi, who carefully lay down on your warm chest, listening to your calm heartbeat.

You stroked the drone's purple hair, watching as her eyes looked more and more sleepy, almost closing completely.

" I like that (Y/n)… " Uzi said in a low tone, something that rarely made you smile fondly at her.

" I like that too…and I like you Uzi " You said nonchalantly with a smile. Uzi fell asleep on your chest with a happy smile in a long time, hoping that it would never end, which was soon followed by you, who soon also ended up falling asleep.

#md uzi #murder drones uzi #murder drones uzi x reader #md uzi x reader #murder drones

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justsomeclintasha · 2 years

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“Thanks for going on a run with me, Nat.”

“Not sure if it counts as going with you when I can’t keep the same pace.”

“There’s not many people that could. But it was nice to have someone to get smoothies with after.”

Clint looks up as Natasha and Steve walk in the kitchen, both sporting identical Captain America baseball caps. She sips from her nearly empty cup. Steve tosses his in the trash.

“I desperately need a shower. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.”

He leaves, and Natasha grabs a piece of leftover toast from Clint’s plate.

“So uh, what’s with the hats?”

“Captain America! He’s my favorite avenger.”

“I’m an avenger!”

Natasha just laughs, leaning down to kiss his cheek before disappearing down the hallway.

XXXXX

Clint walks in the living room to find Nat and Bucky curled up on the couch, wearing matching Winter Soldier lounge pants of all things. He drops in the chair across from them.

“Not fair, Natalia,” Bucky says with a scowl, his character, Toad, spinning in circles from the banana on the track.

“There are no friends in Mario Kart,” she reminds him, nudging his flesh arm. He grins.

“Is that so?”

“What are you-?” She lets out an undignified squeak as he shoves her off the couch, laughing. On screen Bowser crashes into a wall and she loses the lead.

“Bucky!“

“I’m winning this one!”

“Oh no you’re not!“ Of all the avengers, she’s become the most competitive in the game. She settles back against his leg, resigned to sitting on the floor, and smirks as Bowser pulls out a blue shell.

“No, no, no- Natasha!”

“Better luck next time.”

XXXXX

Summer nights mean dinner on the patio, and it’s Steve’s turn to grill. He flips the burgers, trying to show off a little, and drops one on the ground. They make extra for a reason.

Natasha claims her usual seat next to Clint. Despite the warm air, she always runs cold. He frowns. This time it’s an Iron Man hoodie. He decides he’s not going to say anything.

“You okay?”

“Need a beer. You want one?”

“Yeah, please.”

He brings one for everyone, twisting the cap off for her before handing it over. She rolls her eyes. They both know she could do it herself. Secretly, she finds it charming.

“Come on, Steve, I’m starving.”

“Yeah, I bet you had a really hard day hiding in the lab.”

“Says the one who got her ass kicked in Mario Kart by a guy with one arm.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry, mom,” Tony says, smirking at Steve. Bucky laughs along with the rest of them. Tony pays for the comment, though. Steve makes sure to serve him last. Clint is just a little bit happy about it.

XXXXX

“Okay spill.”

“What?”

“You’re being weird.”

“I am not,” Clint insists. They’ve finally retreated to the quiet of their room. She’s sitting on the bed, a book in her lap, and he’s stretched out next to her.

“Clint.”

“Why do you keep wearing clothes from all the hot guys in the tower?” he blurts out before he can stop himself. She raises an eyebrow. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Cranky now, he rolls to face the wall.

“Hey.”

“No. Let me be crabby in peace.”

“Just look for a minute.”

Reluctantly, he rolls over, becoming slightly more interested as she slips off her pajama shorts. Underneath she’s wearing Hawkeye underwear. They’re not sexy- in fact, they’re obnoxious purple boy shorts with targets on them. He can’t help but burst out laughing.

“What the hell are those?”

“You like them?”

“They’re the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. I love them.”

Still laughing, he moves closer, and she pulls him down for a teasing kiss.

“Think you can hit the bullseye?”

“That’s awful, Nat. That’s so bad. Almost as bad as those underwear. Maybe you should take them off.”

“Oh and that wasn’t bad?”

“Is it working?”

“It might be.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #steve rogers #tony stark #bucky barnes

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lovesomehate · 2 years

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Okay and here is the second teacher Travis story I said I would do.

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She and several of her friends are in Miami for Spring Break and God did she need it. Classes got hectic, there was bullshit going on some of her faimly and she had no energy in her down time leading her to just lay in her bed occasionally eating.

So here she was not giving a damn throwing back drinks, dancing, eating junk and just having other fun. She had so much fun riding a jet ski and having quad races with friends. It was the second night and already her friends were bit by the horny bug. Her single friends had found hook ups and everyone had plans to go and fuck on the beaches, other hotels and who knows where else. Laura had argued her friends down when some of them wanted to take their partners, current and old, back to their hotel room, but given that she was the only one not having sex then she should be able to go enjoy the room in peace.

She got her way. Now she’s sitting in her room in the middle of the night with the faint sounds of partying drifting through the windows and walls. In her room alone and horny as fuck. She fished through her bags until she found her vibrator, but she knew what she needed.

Pulling out her laptop she put in a video call. While she waited she set her bed up getting herself into a comfortable position. When she didn’t get a response, she hung up the call and tried again. It took a while still, but this time she finally got an answer.

“Oh God, what are you up to now.” Travis drawled as he came into view.

He was sitting on the couch wearing a simple t-shirt and sweatpants.

“And you look like you’re having a relaxing day for once.” She smiled looking at him with his arm muscles visible and the collar of his shirt low.

“Well there’s an admittedly cute pain in my ass that’s not here at the moment.” He laughed.

“Shut it.” She smiled.

“Glad to see you’re relaxing. Thought you were going to have a breakdown.”

“Yeah, I’m doing a lot better.”

He studied what she was wearing a thin cropped top sleeping shirt and what he would generously call shorts. He also couldn’t but notice the what she had beside her.

“I see you found a replacement for me there.” He joked and pointed to the purple vibrator by her side.

Laura picked it waving it in front of the camera as she did.

“Not much a replacement really. Its lacking a smug personality.” She joked back. “I miss you.”

“I can tell.”

“I mean beside your cock, but yeah. Everyone’s all horny and fucking somewhere and I’m horny and all alone.”

“Mmm.” Travis paused looking a nervous. “I’ve never done this before.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Bet you haven’t done it on the phone either.” She knew it was true and Travis affirmed her answer with a nod.

Laura sat herself up more to better show off her crotch, she pulled her pajama bottoms off and covered her fingers with some lube. She rubbed her fingers against her entrance.

“Gonna start without me doing anything?” Travis said somewhat flatly.

Laura moaned ashe she worked herself more.

“Just seeing you’s a good start.” She said. “I was so out of it before this trip I didn’t even want to have any fun with you. Like the view?”

Travis moaned at sight of her cunt opened as Laura put herself on display. Between the two of them Travis could go longer without sex. But after what was turning into months of not benig able to fuck his girl he knew what Laura was going through. He managed to get himself off every once in a while but it wasn’t the same.

“As crude as it is to say, I missed that pretty pink cunt of yours.”

The sight and Laura’s moan at his words made his cock twitch. He re-adjusted his shirt and raised off the couch a few inches to seat himself more comfortably.

“I miss your cock.” Laura said. “I miss your tongue too.”

She inserted a finger into herself and withdrew it, doing a slow circle over her clit. She wanted to make this last as long she could. At least until she got to see all that wanted. Travis’ smirk looked sexy and delicious.

“I haven’t eaten you out in a while have i?” Travis replied. “You also taste so good, make it hard to go back to enjoying an actual meal. First chance we get when you get back you’re riding my face.”

“Perverted old man. You’re gonna fuck me with that wonderful tongue of yours. You want your nose pressed up to me. You always make me ride your face so hard.”

Travis started palming himself through his pants.

“Would you make it special for me though? Put on a nice little dress. Want to eat you from under it.”

“Why are you like that?” Laura laughed. “It’s so silly. But cute and makes you ruin me. So yeah I’ll even buy a cute one here. You can help me break it in.”

Travis growled. He grasped himself more, his cock becoming more obvious. Laura buried two fingers in her pussy fucking herself and rubbing at her bud. She was turned on a bit the fact that Travis has never done this before. That his first time with something so simple was with him. She was already setting unforeseen future plans to do this more than twice.

“Are you wet enough. Figured you want to get to the main course by now.” Travis sounded impatient and it thrilled Laura.

“Can’t believe you want to see something other than yourself or my fingers in me.” She giggled but poured a bit of lube onto the vibrator

She eased it her cunt, her moans growing as she turned it on and began to pump it in and out of herself.

“I want to see.” She whined. “I want to see.”

Travis was already complying as he pulled his fully erect cock from his sweatponts.

“Going commando!? Shit you got realy comfortable without me there.” She loved that he wasn’t wearing his boxer briefs always picking on him for putting them on when he wore looser clothes at his house. “Fuck though. This thing still doesn’t match up to you. You’re so fucking huge.”

Travis chuckled. His pants were settled below his ballsack. He stroked himself giving a slight twist of his wrist every time he gets to the head of his penis. Laura couldn’t believe he was doing this. He’s so suprrsiingly conservative at times, so this was far outside of what he would do.

“I need you here fucking me.” She upped the speed of her vibrator and the pace of her pumping.

“I don’t want to fuck you.” Travis said his voice low and hungry.

“What do you want to do? Tell me, do you want to tie my hands up and bend me over.” Laura loved always learning what things Travis would want to do.

“Tying your hands up sounds good. I don’t know what position I want you in though. On your back looking at me or with your face pushed into the mattress.” The pace of his own actions increased. “I want to sink into that wet pussy of yours and breed you.”

Laura gasped and moaned at the admission. She remembered the first time Travis revealed he hand a breeding kink. It was one of the best fuckings she got in their relationship and any time that kink was triggered she found her self filled more and more. Travis would have a bruising grasp on her hips as he made sure she was pressed against him.

“Oh fuck yes! I want that! I want you to fucking use me!”

Travis and Laura started to match their timing. His hand at the tip of his cock when she had her toy push in and his hand at his base she pulled the vibrator out. Her unoccupied hand trailed up her stomach to her chest, her top being moved out of the way as she did. She squeezed her breasts and pinch her nipples twisting and pulling them slightly.

“Are you sure your friends are going to be busy fucking elsewhere?” Travis asks. “What are you going to do if they come back right now.”

“I don’t give a damn. I’m not going to stop if they come in. I’m so fucking wet, I’m not going to waste looking the big fucking cock of yours.”

“Your so damn shameless.” Travis groaned.

Laura was close and she moaned as she saw how close Travis was getting to his own orgasm. She licked her lips watching this movements becoming more frantic.

“Travis please. I need you to make me a promise.”

“What?”

“When I get back I want you to do what you said. I’ll buy that cute dress, I want you to fuck me like your breeding me. Promise me”

“I’ll do all of that and more. I can’t wait have you on my cock. I’m going to make sure you can’t even sit right.”

The promise and the visual of How Travis would use her finally drove Laura over the edge as she came around the vibrator. Watching her come finally pushed Travis over his own edge. As he came, his semen covered his hand and stomach.

They sat for a while in the afterglow of their screen to screen escapade. Laura sat up real quick and froze concentration on her face as she listened outside her hotel room.

“Laura?” Travis was concerned about seeing her so alert.

She didn’t answer staring at her door. She began to sit up before relaxing back down.

“Okay, false alarm. Though my friends came back.” She reclined.

She pulled her shirt down to Travis’ displeasure, but he didn’t comment on the fact. He studied her as she relaxed again.

“Glad to know that I can provide some satisfaction even when I can’t touch you.”

“If you were here touching me, the whole hotel would know.”

“So you are aware of that volume issue of yours.”

She faux bashfully looked away.

“Well did you have fun?” She asked.

“I guess I did.” Travis answered after a moment with a small smirk. “Did you have fun?” He asked although the answer was painfully obvious.

Laura added with a wild smile.

“That’s good. I like that you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Me too.”

“Well keep having fun ok. I’ll be rested and ready when you come back.” He winked.

“Oh, I can’t wait to get back.”

“Okay, enjoy the rest of your week okay. I love you.” Travis said and that of all things made Laura’s face turn reed.

Those words made her feel warm all over. The first time he said those words it spun her world on its head and it happened everytime he said that phrase.

“I love you too.”

With that they closed down their screens.

Travis was happy that Laura could finally relax some. When she comes back he hopes that she’ll be a bit more like her normal self. He honestly just wants to hold her and see her smile at this point.

Laura was happy and sated. She was planning on enjoying the rest of spring break but after that, she really wanted to get home. She still had sex on the brain, but that lead to her remembering how nice it feels when he holds her afterward. She couldn’t wait to get home in a normal refreshed state and able to properly enjoy the way his arms wrapped around her.

Mate that was brilliant and fucking hot 🥵 fuck yes FaceTime sex 😂😂😂😂

Laura is going to ride his face so he’s when she gets back 👀👀👀👀 also yesssss breeding kink 💙😂

I love those two so much 😂 they are so horny for each other 😂😂😏😏

#ask #anon #travisxlaura #fics

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grandmarielaylanen · 2 years

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Yui Laylanen

Template is made by Epel and edited a tad to add a few things by Me. Also, art is by @virunathestarbaby (this is also mentioned later in the post).

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"I know you're worried about Dad and Papa, I am too! But that doesn't mean you get to suddenly stop taking care of yourself! I don't care that you're immortal, you have to take care of yourself either way! What're they gonna think when they wake up and see you haven't been taking care of yourself?! They're going to be mad! They'll be disappointed. Mom, please, please just go to bed and I'll just- I'll make sure you're taking care of yourself. You need to.."

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Basic Information

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Name: Yui Laylanen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Date Of Birth: December 8th, 2011

Profession: Runs a bakery

Age: 17 (current, 2029), 20 (age at marriage, April 2032)

Species: Human

Hobbies: Baking, playing piano, reading

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Personality: Hardworking, kind/caring/understanding, mature, patient

Flaws: Doesn't like asking for help, doesn't think about herself, overthinks

Phobias: None

Love Interest: Touka Matsuda and Tsuki Amane

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"Ka! Smy!"

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Looks

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Hair Length: Down to where a t-shirt sleeve would end

Hair Color: Light brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5'1 ft

Weight: 105 lbs

Tattoos: None

Bandages: None

Scars: On her arms (they're still fading)

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"I-I'm still anxious though.."

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Techniques/Info

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Stamina:

6/10

Jumping:

4/10

Strength:

3/10

Wisdom:

3/10

Charisma:

3/10

Wealth:

10/10

Intelligence:

6/10

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"Osty!"

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Clothing

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Normal Clothing: Purple turtle neck and black skirt w/ black boots

Formal Clothing: Light purple short sleeve dress that goes down to her knees w/ black flats

Pajamas: Light purple long sleeve shirt with purple pj pants

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"I remember my mom being in and out of hospitals. Not because she was sick but because she kept getting hurt. She was unlucky.. our whole family was honestly.."

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Health

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Sickness: None

Disorder: Anxiety, depression

Cancer: None

Diseases: None

Weakness: Her anxiety, physically weak

Allergies: None

Asthma: None

Disability: None

Fears: Gunshots, someone she cares about getting hurt or dying

Addiction: None

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"B-But- that's what Dad said when.. with.. with the car thing and.. mom.. is she really going to be okay..?"

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Normal Moods: Quiet

Patient/Impatient: Patient

Anger Management?: No

Three good things about personality:

° Always taking care of everyone

° Trustworthy

° Reliable

Three bad things of personality:

° Overthinks things

° Forgets to care about herself

° Feels she's less important than others

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"I-I.. I deserve it.."

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Mother: Nicole (Aubrey) Laylanen

Fathers: Light Laylanen-Yagami, L Laylanen-Yagami

Sisters: Nakano Laylanen, Yui Laylanen

Brother: Makoto Laylanen

Partner(s): Touka Matsuda and Tsuki Amane

Daughters: Mia, Tsuyu, and Aubrey Amane

Son: Yuto Amane

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"Mommy trouble?"

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Backstory: Yui was born to Nicole, Light, and L in 2011 and became best friends with Touka who is Matsuda and Otoha's child. She was bullied in school which led to her getting her depression as well as her anxiety. Yui later married Touka Matsuda and Tsuki Amane.

Home: 17th universe

Dislikes: Anna, people who hurt those she cares about, bullies, spicy food

Likes: Baking, her siblings, cooking, strawberries

Voice Claim: (Japanese), (English)

Theme Playlist: Yui's Themes

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"Mommy go shop!"

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Art Credits

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@virunathestarbaby

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"I'm sorry.. I thought I could.. t-that I could handle it.."

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#yui laylanen #death note oc #death note

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db-gochifan · 1 year

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GoChi Fall Event 2022

I’m several days late, but this is something I’ve written for GoChi Fall Event 2022 (Day 1) on twitter.

Title: Spooky Houses Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi Characters: Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan, Bulma and Krillin Goku landed on Mt. Paozu after a long day training. He noticed his house had some orange lighting, which was strange because Chi-Chi preferred more neutral tones for the walls and lights for their home. As he walked towards the door, he noticed some pumpkins placed by the outside walls.

When he opened the door, he thought he might have walked into the wrong house and took a couple of steps back. The thing was that they didn’t have any neighbors nearby. The usual white light was replaced by a purple one and there were some fake bat, ghost and vampire decorations hanging from the ceiling. “Chi-Chi?” He stepped at the hall, where there didn’t seem to be anything unusual. “I’m home.” “Oh good.” Her voice echoed from upstairs. “How hungry are you? I lost track of time and haven’t started dinner yet.” “A little, but I suppose I can wait. Where is Gohan?” “He’s in the shower.” Chi-Chi came downstairs to meet him. “He’s probably finishing though, so you can do it after him. I’m going to start dinner now.” “Eh, Chi-Chi…” Goku followed her into the kitchen and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed and nervous, but also very curious. “Why is our kitchen purple?” “Oh.” She looked at the light for a moment. “It’s Halloween time.” “Halloween? Is it something you eat?” “No.” She couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s the time of the year when kids go from house to house asking for ‘trick or treat?’ and people give them a lot of candy.” “So it is something to eat.” “Not exactly. Haven’t you heard about it before?” “I don’t think so. I barely watch TV and I’m always training or fighting, so…” He shrugged, making a weird face. “Is that why there are orange lights and pumpkins with scary faces outside?” “That’s right.” “But I don’t remember you doing that before. Why did you do it this year?” “Because it’s Gohan’s first year at school and he will become friends with kids who live in the city, so I didn’t want him to feel bad because he lives far from it and doesn’t celebrate it.” Chi-Chi looked at her husband for a moment and noticed with puzzled expression. “You still don’t understand it, do you?” “Not really, but I’m trying to.” “You will be able to understand it better tomorrow when we go to the Halloween party Bulma is planning.” “The Halloween party Bulma is planning?” “She decided to start throwing them this year and I have nothing to do with it.” She winked at him. “I don’t get it.” “Mom, where are my pajamas? I can’t find them.” Gohan yelled from his bedroom upstairs. “Try looking under your pillow or in your wardrobe. They must be at one of these places.” She lowered her voice to talk to Goku. “I know it’s still confusing, but you’ll know what is a Halloween party in a practical way tomorrow night.” “Alright then.” He gave up, shrugging. “I’m going to take a shower.” “Okay. Dinner will be ready by the time you finish.” ***** “Chi-Chi, can you come here for a second?” Goku asked when he walked into their bedroom and found a bunch of weird and unusual clothes spread on their bed. “What happened, Goku?” Chi-Chi appeared not to long after, coming from Gohan’s room. “What is this?” He pointed to the outfits. “These are Halloween costumes. Remember when I told you yesterday that Bulma is having a Halloween party tonight? Well, it’s a costume party.” “Does that mean we have to wear them?” “That’s right.” “I don’t want to. Can I go with my fighting clothes instead?” “No, Goku. On Halloween you’re supposed to dress as something spooky.” “Like the things you hung up downstairs?” “Exactly, but there are other things besides bats, ghosts and vampires.” “But, Chi-Chi, these clothes are so comfortable.” “I know, honey, but it’s just for tonight. I’m sure you’re gonna enjoy it.” “Are you and Gohan dressing up too?” Goku looked at his wife with one of his eyebrows raised, still confused. “Gohan is doing it right now. I’m going to check on him within seconds.” Chi-Chi walked to the bed and grabbed a long-length black dress, placing it in front of her. “And this is mine. What do you think?” “Chi-Chi, it’s black.” “Yeah, that’s the color people wear for Halloween. You really don’t know anything about it, do you?” “No, and I’m still confused about it.” He looked at the remaining outfit on their bed. “What are we supposed to go dressed as?” “We’re going to be a vampire family.” She replied proudly. “I could have chosen different costumes for the three of us, but I wanted Gohan to know Halloween can be a family celebration too.” “That makes sense.” Goku slid his orange clothing off his arms and then removed his dark blue T-shirt. He pulled the remaining item off his body and grabbed the black overalls. “This is only for tonight, right?” “Yes, only for tonight.” “Okay, I can do that.” “That cape goes over the overalls. You can decide if you want it black or red outside.” “Cool.” He started putting it up and noticed she had sat on the bed and was staring at him. “Didn’t you say you were going to check on Gohan?” “I did, but it’s been so entertaining over here. Besides, Gohan is old enough to change on his own.” “It’s been entertaining here, huh?” “It has.” Chi-Chi couldn’t help but smile looking at her husband. “I’m glad you’re having fun, but why don’t we make it entertaining for the both of us at the same time?” “Goku, Gohan is in the other room!” She blushed heavily and looked away to hide it. “I was talking about we getting ready together.” “Oh. Yeah, we can do that.” “What did you think I meant?” “Uh… nothing.” She talked it off and stood up, walking to the door and closing it. Then she stopped beside him and started getting undressed. “Chi-Chi?” “What?” “What did you think I meant?” “Let’s just get ready for the party, okay?” ***** Chi-Chi couldn’t tell which one of the men of her life was the most amazed by the city being decorated for Halloween. “Chi-Chi, can you slow down, please?” Goku pleaded beside her, though he couldn’t keep his eyes from the road. “I can barely see anything like this.” “Yes, mom, please.” Gohan echoed his father’s thought from the backseat of the car. “Okay, but just for a couple of minutes. I don’t want to be late for Bulma’s party. Besides, you’ll get to see more of Halloween decoration there.” “Do people really put lights inside pumpkins?” Goku raised his eyebrow as he looked at a pumpkin flashing in orange in a front yard. “They are candles, actually.” Chi-Chi replied, looking at it as well. “It helps giving them a scarier look. That’s why they have a face.” “They do look scary. I’m not sure I like it.” “You deal with even scarier evil forces. Halloween pumpkins are nothing compared to them.” “Mom is right.” “You have a point, but I still think they are scary.” “I bet I can change your mind about pumpkins.” “Oh, I’d like to see you try.” “It’s on. Alright, let’s get into the car and go to Capsule Corp.” ***** The outside of the Briefs’ residence would be almost fully dark, if it weren’t for some purple lights illuminating the pathway to the door and pumpkins flashing in orange as well. “Bulma surely knows how to be creative with these things.” “This is so cool!” Gohan squealed and ran to the door. “Gohan, you might want to wait for us. You never know what there might be inside.” “I spent a year living on my own and trying to survive dinosaurs and dangerous situations. Halloween decorations and costumes won’t scare me, mom.” “He’s a brave child.” Goku placed his hand on his wife’s left shoulder. “Besides, he will be inside the house the whole time.” “I know, but I can’t help but worry about him. He was taken away from me for a whole year after you died. I fear it can happen again.” “It won’t. I’ll make sure of this.” “Alright. I trust you.” Chi-Chi stopped by the porch and looked at Goku. “Open it.” “What?” “Open the door, Goku.” “But, Chi-Chi, I have no idea what’s inside. Can’t you do it? I promise I’ll be right behind you.” “The strongest man in the world is afraid of Halloween decorations.” She couldn’t help but tease him and then giggled. “Go on, make fun all you want.” He said lightly. “I just didn’t have contact with any of these things while growing up.” “I know, honey. I’m just messing with you.” She turned to the door and grabbed its knob. “Okay, here we go.” Chi-Chi felt a cold rush down her spine when she peeked in and found the whole house completely dark. She had always been braver than her friends at school when it came to facing scary things, but this got her a bit scary. If she hadn’t known Goku was right behind her, she would have jumped and screamed when he intertwined his fingers with hers. “Bulma was fully into it. I can’t see a thing.” “She should have at least put on some lights. It’s pitch dark.” “Bulma?” “We’re in the kitchen, Chi-Chi.” “Let’s go.” She held Goku’s hand tighter and used her free hand to tap around, so they wouldn’t bump into anything and get hurt. Her vision was more adjusted to the darkness and she could see a little better, but that didn’t stop her from stumbling upon something and almost falling down. “Chi-Chi, what happened?” Goku was quick to grab her arms and keep her up. “I stumbled on something. Probably a decoration.” “Are you okay?” “I think so.” She stood up and smiled at him. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “What did I stumble upon?” Chi-Chi looked down at her right and saw it was a skeleton. “Let’s go.” Goku stepped ahead and led her to the kitchen. “What happened to you?” Goku asked Krillin with his eyebrows raised in confusion when he saw his friend all covered in bandages. “Did you get beaten up?” “No, I’m supposed to be a mummy.” “Chi-Chi, you didn’t say anything about mummies being part of Halloween.” “Wait a moment, you didn’t know about Halloween?” “Not really.” “Goku, where did you live all this time?” Bulma walked back in just when the conversation was going on. “I just never cared about other things besides fighting.” “Well, tonight is your lucky night then. I’m gonna teach you all about Halloween.” “Alright, I suppose.” “Mom, my teeth are all red! Look!” Gohan came running and grinned at Chi-Chi. “That’s very cool, sweetheart.” She bent down and ruffled the top of his black hair. “I just hope it won’t stain your teeth.” “Don’t worry, Chi-Chi. It’s gooseberry with strawberry jelly. His normal teeth will be fine.” “Thanks, that makes me more relieved.” “So who’s ready for some trick or treat?” Bulma asked excitedly with a bowl full of candies in her hands. ***** The streets in the city were full of children with tons of bags filled with candies. They were in small groups with some adults looking after them. Each one of the guests at the Capsule Corp was holding a bowl with treats for the kids. “Trick or treat?” A group of children approached them and opened their bags. “Your costumes are so cute!” Bulma put some candy on them and almost everyone else did the same. Though the ones around him were giving treats for the children, Goku didn’t move at all. “You have a funny hair.” The child in front of him said innocently and both Chi-Chi and Gohan started laughing. “You deserve a little more candy because of that.” The woman gave him some of the sweet in her bowl. “You’re very cool, lady.” “Aww thank you! Have a few more.” “Mom, can we go around asking for trick and treat now?” “Of course, sweetie.” Chi-Chi grabbed his little hand and they started going down the pathway at Capsule Corp, along with Goku. “Gohan, wait a moment!” Bulma came running towards them and handed him a bag full of candy. “This is for you. We all got together and filled this bag.” “Say thank you, Bulma.” “Thank you, Bulma.” He pressed his palms together and bowed down respectfully after giving the heavy bag to his father. “You’re welcome.” She ruffled his hair slightly. “You’re such a nice kid.” “He really is.” Chi-Chi said proudly. “Are you ready, Gohan?” “Yes!” He said excitedly. “We’ll be right back, Bulma.” “Alright.” Gohan watched the groups of children laugh and be all happy about their candies that he suddenly felt sad for being on his own. “What happened, son?” Goku looked down at him. “Nothing.” “You want to be around other kids, don’t you?” He silently nodded, still looking down. “Then go.” “But I don’t know them.” He looked at Chi-Chi confused. “What if they don’t like me?” “How can someone not like you?” She knelt down in front of him. “You’re a lovely child. I’m sure they will love you.” “Okay!” “So go, or there won’t be any candies left for you.” “I’m going.” Chi-Chi stood up again and watched her son join a small group of kids with a proud smile and happy tears in her eyes. “Halloween isn’t that scary anymore, is it?” “It isn’t, when we’re out here. But the decorations still make me nervous.” “You’re so unpredictable.” “Why?” Goku asked her confused. “Because you face worse things when you’re fighting to protect the Earth, and can’t even handle some fake scary things.” “Well…” He shrugged. “Gohan seems to be having fun, so maybe it isn’t so bad. But I’d appreciate it more if I got to go trick or treating too. Can adults do it too?” “No, that’s only for children.” “That’s not cool!” He pouted. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m sure Gohan will share some of his candies with you.” “A bag?” He asked, full of hope. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.” She turned to him. “But there’s a Halloween surprise for you waiting in our house.” “What is it?” “If I say, it won’t be a surprise anymore. You’ll find out when he go back.” “Gohan!” Goku turned around and cupped his mouth, so his voice would be louder. “We need to go home.”

#Son Goku #Goku #Chi-Chi #ChiChi #Gochi #Dragon Ball #Fanfic #Son Gohan #Gohan #Bulma Briefs #Bulma #Krillin #Dragon Ball Z #DBZ

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zawazawanightmares · 2 years

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Yuri & Annie

You, Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les), are connected to Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=6588493

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Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Annie...Annie? Are you awake?

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): "Nn..." Annie was sleeping on her back under a single blanket. Her soft purple pajama shirt and pants seemed to match

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): A rather unsettling smile spread across Yuri's face as she proceeded to slowly mount Annie on her bed. Looking down at her and focusing on controlling her breathing, she began to strip nude on top of her, never taking her eyes off Annie in the process. "It's okay...just stay asleep. I'll take care of everything..." She said, barely above a whisper.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie remained fast asleep, deep in some unknown dream and unaware of Yuri's actions. Her lips moved, quietly making noises that couldn't be discerned for words.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Now fully naked, Yuri's body was already building up a sweat as she lowered herself onto Annie. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...but, I can't risk it..." She turned Annie's head slightly to the side, whispering softly in my ear. "If you knew how I really felt, we would stop being friends..." She then softly lapped at her ear, getting it uncomfortably wet before moving on to sucking her neck.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie began to squirm at the licking, gently moving her head away before letting out the tiniest of moans from her sucking the redhead's neck. She was right on Annie's most sensitive spot, her thighs pressing together.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Despite her laser-guided actions, Yuri definitely noticed. She moved her knee in between her legs and began to softly rub it on Annie's sensitive place. "Annie...you're too cute..." She leaned down and, taking a few breaths, pressed her lips to hers, gingerly pushing her tongue into her sleeping friend's mouth.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): That was risky, her friend moaned into her lips and started to stir. If she kept going then Annie would wake up. Her tongue was already lazily sliding against Yuri's

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri wanted to remain like this forever, eagerly twisting her tongue around Annie's. However, she fought off the urge to continue the session to lower the chances of Annie awakening and broke the kiss. "Not yet..." She moaned, reaching down to unbutton her pajama shirt. "There's still more we have to do..."

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie's chest and stomach were as freckled as her face, if the light was good enough for her to see it. Annie seemed to settle down, sighing and squirming gently before relaxing

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri waited for Annie to relax before leaning down to plant soft kisses all around her chest, stopping only to focus on one of her nipples. She swirled the bud with her tongue before softly sucking on it, looking up to gauge Annie's reaction.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie let out more sighs, her right arm drifting thoughtlessly to Yuri's back, resting there before her nails dug into her.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri couldn't help but smile at this action despite knowing that she should be worried. That could be another sign that Annie was stirring from her sleep for all she knew. Still, she reached over to play with Annie's other nipple, sucking on the other and pretending that her deranged affections were being reciprocated in the best way.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Her moans grew a little louder as she shifted, again starting to wake up. Her nails dragged over Yuri's skin as if Annie was wondering why she herself wasn't feeling it.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri finally pulled herself away, held Annie's hand...and sadly obeyed her baser urges instead of taking the smarter option, sensually sucking on Annie's fingers as she held her hand while still mounting her.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie's hips ground up against Yuri's as her moans filled the room. Her eyelids began to ever so slightly shift, "A-ah..."

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri took her hand out of her mouth and lied it next to her. It's no use, she was waking up...but, more importantly, she was enjoying this. Taking note of that, Yuri sadly smiled as she pulled down Annie's pajama bottom, pressing her already wet pussy against hers. If their friendship was doomed to be tarnished by this, she might as well go the whole nine yards...

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): "Oh... huh...?" Annie's eyes opened slightly, then shot wide open. She gasped, "Y-Yuri...?" Annie whimpered in pleasure but looked ready to shout. Perhaps her silence would need to be enforced.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri was already well prepared to enforce it. Using her own balled up panties, she gagged Annie's mouth before beginning to grind their pussies together. "Hi Annie...yes, this is probably worse than what it looks like..." The pleasure she was feeling couldn't be described in any quantity, causing a trickle of drool to run down the side of Yuri's mouth. "You hate me, don't you? I would too! I'm so disgusting~!"

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie coughed and looked up at her with fear, arousal, and disgust. Her hips pushed up, moving side to side to try and get Yuri off but she couldn't. It only added to the sensations Yuri was feeling.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri's expression turned manic as she began to grind her clit against hers. "You want this too...you hate me but you want this too! I'm so happy...i-if it's not too much trouble, when I cum, if you want to do anything to me afterward, I'd let you! No matter how much it hurts! I'd be your whore, pet, even your furniture! Anything! So please...think about it before you say anything..." She sped up, feeling something coming out...

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie was the first, the rush of emotions too much. Her eyes rolled back and her body twitched as she came hard beneath her, whimpering pathetically. She hated herself as much as she hated Yuri, and her friend could tell.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri's eyes teared up. She knew from the first moment they met, the mix of compassion hiding pity in Annie's eyes...this was the perfect girl for her. With that, she let out a loud moan as she came against her, enjoying the sensation of their juices mixing together.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): Annie panted as she slowly pulled her hand free from Yuri and pulled out the gag, tossing it to the floor, "P-Please... don't hurt me. Oh fuck...." She huffed and shuddered.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): "Hurt you...?" Yuri softly stroked Annie's cheek. "I could never hurt you. I'd die first..." She brought her face close to hers. "Do you want me to die?"

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): "I am so ashamed of this.. what you did... you of all people while I slept... I feel so dirty." Annie whispered, a part of her wishing she could just did instead of facing Yuri in class again.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): "I won't tell...do you want me to cut my tongue out? It means I could never taste you again...but I'd still do it." She cuddled up next to her, tracing small circles on Annie's chest with her finger.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): "Could you do it again." Annie blurted out, covering her mouth immediately after. Slowly her hands dropped, "I-I want you... to do it again. I want you to threaten my life as you do things to me..." Her voice was barely a whisper. Annie was normally so brash and outspoken during the day, stopping people from picking on Yuri despite her small height.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): Yuri snapped up as she looked surprised. Despite the unusualness of the request, Yuri smiled again, trailing kisses down her chest to her stomach. "I can't be mean to you. I can't threaten you. But...if you look at another girl, another boy...talk to them, treat them like they're more important than me..." She stopped when she reached her slit, smiling. "...I honestly don't know what I'll do. But it won't be nice..." She dragged her tongue through Annie's folds, tasting both hers and Annie's cum.

Annie (F, 19, Dark Witch, Frizzy Red Hair): "Nngh... what would you do to me... if there had been someone else in this bed." Annie curled her toes, "If my pussy was leaking some boy's cum?" She wiggled her hips.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club, broke into your room in the middle of the night, les): "I'd make him clean you...then, I would slice his dick off." She sucked on her clit, a blush on her face. "I could use it on you after, since you seem to prefer it to me so much?"

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#yuri #doki doki literature club #srp #tw: rape

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catch-the-wind · 3 years

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when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

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weird, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them

technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide

“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”

His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.

“Er… yeah, I remember…”

“What?”

“Huh?”

You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.

Your best friend was an odd character.

You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”

Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.

It being sex.

Not romance.

You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.

“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”

“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”

He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.

“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”

You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.

“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”

You saw Seokjin choke on air.

He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.

“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”

Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”

Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.

“I-It’s not for me!”

“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”

Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”

You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.

“Just?”

He froze.

Silence.

“… Seokjin?”

You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.

Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.

Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.

You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.

“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”

You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.

“What do you mean?”

You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.

It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.

He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.

“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”

“How do you know that?”

You blinked at his question.

“What?”

Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”

Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.

“Uh…”

Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…

Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”

You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”

Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”

You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.

“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”

Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.

“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”

You removed your hand and held onto the rope.

Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.

“Call what?”

“Shi-something?”

“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”

Seokjin blinked very rapidly.

You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”

“Ah! Yeah! That!”

“You want that done to you?”

Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”

You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.

“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”

“Wait,” he blurted.

“What?”

“CanIpracticeonyou?”

“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.

“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”

“Seokjin.”

Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.

“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”

“I’ve never–” he wheezed.

“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”

“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”

You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.

“Ack…”

“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”

“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”

You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.

“Why do you have scissors?”

“For cutting the rope.”

“Yeah, but why are they so big?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”

You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.

“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.

“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.

You paused.

“I thought you were more sub.”

Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.

You waited.

He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.

“Um, anyway–”

You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.

“My nuts!”

“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”

Hang on.

You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.

“… You are still a sub.”

Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”

You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.

But were you going to?

No.

You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.

“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.

You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”

“You aren’t taking your rings off?”

He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”

He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.

Precarious.

“Ah, perfect.”

Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.

“Stop squirming.”

He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.

“Watch. Now.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.

“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”

“But I can still get out.”

You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!

“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”

Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.

Hang on.

Seokjin froze.

You froze.

You both looked down.

You smacked him in the cheek.

“Ow!”

“What are you looking there for?!”

“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”

“Nothing! Stop moving!”

“No!”

“You–”

You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.

“Yah!”

You slapped your free hand over his mouth.

“Silence.”

He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.

In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.

Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.

Your eye twitched.

“Stop it.”

Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.

“I said, stop it.”

And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?

You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.

Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.

You stilled.

Hold on a second.

You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.

Kim Seokjin.

Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.

You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”

But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.

Don’t stop?

DON’T STOP?

His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.

Your heart was racing fast.

He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.

“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”

You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.

“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”

You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.

Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”

“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”

He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.

A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.

Still.

You were horny.

And Seokjin was horny.

You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.

“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.

His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…

Now.

You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.

He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?

“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.

Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.

You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.

You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.

“What are you – yah!”

You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.

“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.

You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.

“F-Fuck!”

That shut him up real quick.

Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”

You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.

You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.

But.

You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.

Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.

“Take it off,” he growled.

Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.

At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?

Yeah, you.

“Oh, f… fucking shit…”

You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.

Seokjin moaned your name.

A shiver of electricity went up your spine.

Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.

You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.

“Whoa!”

You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.

“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”

Uh.

Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?

You hummed casually in response.

“A-Ah…!”

Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.

You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.

“Gah!”

Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.

You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.

Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.

What?

He was handsome!

You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.

“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”

You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”

His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.

“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”

But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.

“Ah, Seok–”

He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.

Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.

Whoa.

He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.

He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.

“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.

“Excuse me?”

There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.

“What?”

Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.

“Why are you – gah!”

You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”

You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.

Okay.

And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.

You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.

You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.

“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.

Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.

“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”

You began to rock your hips.

“H-Hey!”

The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”

“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.

Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.

“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.

His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.

You could be a real jerk right now.

His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.

But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.

You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.

“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”

You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.

He needed only one more little push.

“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.

A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.

You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.

“Okay.”

He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…

“Ah! Perfect.”

You cracked open one eye.

And tried not to burst out laughing.

“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.

Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”

“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”

He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.

“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”

He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.

Almost.

Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.

“W… What?” you managed to get out.

He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”

You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.

His cock twitched inside you.

Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.

“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”

You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.

You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.

Alright.

You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.

Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.

“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”

He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.

Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.

Holy shit.

You almost saw stars.

“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”

Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.

“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”

“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”

“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”

Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?

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a father’s duty

Summary: brought to u by the wholesome picture of Cevans sewing up dodger’s stuffed lion 🤧

Warnings: Talk of trauma (nothing too in depth) and talk of sex

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Ransom x reader

You and Ransom were cuddled up together on the couch, some random movie he had chosen that you weren’t paying attention to. You wanted to cuddle, but he insisted on watching this movie so a compromise had to be made. And the feeling of his hand going up and down, inside your shirt, against your arm; Could only make you purr in contentment.

And you were meant to doze off if it wasn’t for the dramatic, high pitched scream of pure agony. You both shot up from your seats, looking at each other wide eyed before dashing up the stairs (Ransom ahead).

Until you were in the doorway of an overly purple room.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Ransom let a small, stunned gasp at the feel of a teary eyed four year old, Celeste bolting to his legs. Her small arms had tried to wrap around his legs as she sobbed into his jeans, fists tight as she clutching the denim.

Confused you had leant down adjacent to her, Ransom peering down from his stance, lifting her arms to softly run circles over her back.

“What’s wrong baby?” a fake pout on your lips.

“She’s dead!” she had sobbed, her puffy cheek making contact with his expensive jeans to make eye contact with you.

“What? Who’s dead babe?” Ransom asked, tilting his head downward, eye brows stitched together.

She propped her chin up against his leg, “Daffy” she blubbered, extending her arm behind her to point at the limp stuffed bunny a few feet away.

“Fucking––” He couldn’t finish his sentence a hearty laugh emitted into the otherwise somber air, still laughing (some tears streaking his face) he had picked up the once blubbering girl so she saddled on his hip.

“Ransom! It’s not funny and language, god”

“C'mon” he dragged the n, “You gotta admit this is hilarious, she’s so dramatic...I wonder who she gets it from” he smirked, looking at you knowingly.

“You” you appointed, holding back your smile.

“As if” he scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Daffy!” Celeste exclaimed, snapping the two from their loving trance.

“Right!” you snapped yourself back into mom mode, making way to Daffy and your way back to the two, watching Ransom wipe the tears from Celeste’s face, calming her down in a hushed voice.

You sidle up next to Ransom lifting the stuffed animal, so the both of you could evaluate the state of her favorite buddy. You looked up to him, watching his face scrunch up, almost like disgust, but you knew he was just very confused.

“Jeez leste, what’d you do?”

The light yellow bunny up front was perfectly fine, but once you had turned it around a tear in the fabric of the it’s “spine” was parted, the thread poking out along the hem.

“I–– I was just spinning her around”

“Is that really what you did” you prompted.

“No..” she set forward shyly, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. “There was a string and then I pulled it by accident”

“By accident?” Ransom asked, eyebrows raised.

“On purpose” she mumbled, eyes tearing up slowly.

Celeste is probably the biggest liar the two of you know. You both have been working on that habit, reassuring her that it was fine and being honest is better most times (minus surprises, safety, etc). You both had even resorted to acting out examples for her. She was getting better, but ever the fibber she still found a way to slip into the habit. And when you had asked her why exactly she loved lying, she only replied with a quib “It’s fun!” giggling to herself.

“Hey it’s okay, you were curious” he cooed, “Mommy will fix it don’t worry”

You looked up at him mesmerized, not so surprised at the father he was becoming. Remembering all those nights he had kept the two of you up, even the day you were in labor, he had been worried. How was he ever supposed to love a kid properly–– let alone his–– when he never had that benefit. All these what ifs running through his head in a cycle.

He had even taken it upon himself to sign you both up for those parenting classes. The ones with the fake dolls. Dolls that he held gently as if they were alive.

“I will. You’ve had a long day, love, you wanna go to bed now?” you asked her, smiling.

She nods silently, reaching her hands out to you. Ready for the familiar night routine to begin.

––––

After Celeste had been put to bed, it was not you and Ransom being the only two up. You were both in your shared bathroom, getting ready for bed.

You groaned, catching the attention of Ransom. “Sewing that thing is gonna be some work” watching yourself in the mirror as you rub in your lotion.

“You’re tying that thing together, how hard can that be?”

“I’m sewing it together”

“Tomato, Tomahto” he responded.

“Fine, since you think it’s so easy why don’t you fix it for her?”

“Deal. I’ll take another night of anal as my end” he says this confindently, not expecting another word for you, as he saunters past you briskly but not before placing a kiss to your check and a rough smack to the ass.

Ransom.

–––––

And god did he take this seriously. Making sure you were up this entire time as he achieved his new level of domesticity.

And you did, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him sit shirtless across the sized room.

He sits in the barrel chair. the stuffed animal in his lap, a spool of light pink thread to match the bunny in between his legs, and a packet of needles in his hand.

“Babe you have to––”

He holds up a hand, stopping you from saying whatever you were about to say.

“I got this babe” he tells you, looking at you wearily as he pulls up a video (‘how to sew stuffed bunny animal together’) on his phone.

You watch him watch the video,switching the show you were watching to make it seem as if you weren’t watching him too carefully.

He squints, focused as he listens to the lady in the video.

“You look so cute”

“Thanks” he grumbles, placing a thimble on his pointer finger.

He was like a cute grandmother. His eyebrows brought together and tongue poking through his cheek, which you teased him endlessly about. There was just something about watching a brawly, grumpy man like him knit. So you pulled your phone out wanting to take a quick picture.

“Put. it. down.” he tells you, not even looking away from his task.

“Wha–– You’re really creepy, you know that. Smile” you demand of him. “It’d be so cute for the album”

He of course doesn’t smile instead raising the stuffed animal to cover his face from the camera, but you were quick enough to get something before that. Smiling fondly at the adorable photo of his concentrated face. Once you had your fill of serotonin, you closed the device and reached over to set it on your nightstand.

“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight before you go?” he asks you stoically, head still looking down at his task.

“Yes Ransom. Just give me a minute’ you respond, shimmying yourself from the soft sheets. You make your way besides Ransom–– naturally he wraps one arm around your waist to bring you–– leaning down and placing a kiss to his cheek (which he smiles at) then his lips. He pulls back first only to return again for a deeper one. Sending you off, finally, with a pinch to your ass.

“Goodnight, Baby” you tell him over your shoulder on your way back to the bed.

“Night y/n/n.”

–––––

“y/n” is whispered in your ear and the shaking of your shoulder is what causes you to wake up. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Ransom standing over you gleefully.

“Ransom?” you rasp, turning your whole body over to face him, looking at the clock on your night stand. “It’s two in the morning!”

“Thanks captain obvious” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Yet, he lifts up the stuffed animal. Both hands on either paws, holding it up to show you. “I finished!”

You instantly noticed the band-aid wrapped around his thumb and the brightest smile on his face. Through it you could see how proud of himself he really was. He really was getting a hand of this dad thing he was still figuring it out.

Ransom, however, could only think about how tired he was and how strained his eyes felt––probably rimmed red. With the amount of times he had to rewatch the video because he missed or didn’t understand a step. But, for his little girl it was definitely worth it.

“Well, look at you. You did so good bub” you extend your arm up lazily to then loop it around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

If only his conceited friends could see him now. Thinking about how Danver, one of the many friends he had dropped, would berate him passively. Calling it a women’s role most likely.

“Thank you” he settles one more kiss, “Let’s go”

“Go where?” you chuckle

“Leste’s room...where else? She’ll need him to sleep the rest of the night comfortably” he explains, removing your arm from his neck. To gently tug your hand.

“You sure?” you ask hesitantly.

“Hundred percent, let’s go”

––––

You open the door slowly, the creaking sound it emitted making you cringe. And when you’re hushed by Ransom, you twist around instantly sending him a stink eye.

And you both stand against the side of her bed, you crouch down. Raising your hand to her shoulder.

“Lesty” you whisper, your thumb running circles over her shoulder.

She wakes up slowly, as always. The clear indication that she is awake being when she raises her hand to rub at her eyes.

“Mommy? She stops and gasps, “Are we going to Disney?” asking the question with glee, she sits up, her hands placed over her book patterned pajama pants.

You and Ransom share a short laugh. Remembering how you surprised her just like this months ago. The frown that overtakes her face makes you both want to laugh.

“I’m going back to sleep” she tells you both, already reaching for her blanket.

“Wait” you laugh, holding her hand. “There's a surprise for you”

At your announcement, Ransom steps up holding out the sewed up stuffy. Her tiny hands covered the gasp she let out, muffling it.

“She’s fixed!” she’s astonished, running her fingers along the stitches.

Celeste felt like a jumping bean with all this happiness filling her body and she wasn’t sure how to express how happy she felt. So, she jumped onto her mother, arms latched onto her neck. Kissing her cheek incessantly.

“Thank you thank you thank you-”

“Actually––” you start.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” ever the dramatic, “Momma didn’t do this. I did babe” he tells her, a gobsmacked, playful expression on his face.

Ransom’s replica quickly unlatched herself from y/n, rocketing herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly. Falling in love with the toothy smile–– albeit it was missing a front one–– she gave him. He was rolling around in her appreciation towards his gesture. This was all he wanted. To be a better man for you to marry and be a better father for his daughter.

He brought her into him a little bit, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“Anything for you Leste” he tells her in a hush.

You rise slowly from your crouch, knees a bit sore from how long you were down there. Just in awe of the love they both exerted towards each other. Ransom’s hand lightly flying over the back of her head and Her tiny palm coddling his cheek.

“Time for bed?” you ask the two of them, your hand naturally going to Ransom and Celeste’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m tired” she tells you, dragging out the h. Setting her cheek to her dad’s muscled shoulder. Nuzzling her cheek against it lazily.

“Yeah? Well let’s put you in bed first” Ransom responds.

You walk behind the two, as Ransom sets her down gently on her bed.

He sets a kiss to her cheek then he pulls back, watching the way her arms tighten around the stuffed animal.

“You love it?” he asks, a proud smile etched on his face.

“Yes” she whispers, “Thank you, daddy” her palm caressing the top of it’s head.

“Anything for you Leste” he reaffirmed. He needed her to know that he’d do anything. Anything. To keep a smile that bright on her precious face. He didn’t want her to doubt if he ever loved her or if she could ever come to him about anything. He especially didn’t want her to think that she’d be second to his work.

He loved her too much and decided, right when you told him the news, he’d learn from his parents’ mistakes and trauma he had to deal with.

“Goodnight, honey”

He gets up from his spot watching you lean over placing a kiss to her cheek, tugging the crocheted blanket to Celeste’s chin.

“Night baby” you tell her sweetly.

“Night” she replies to the both of you before snuggling into the duck more.

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RIght when you shut the door, you expect to face Ransom’s back walking towards your bedroom. But try not to scream, startled, when your head meets with his chest.

You look up, probably not the smartest thing to do. “You ready for bed?” you ask nervously, each hand landing on his broad shoulders.

With the way he was looking at you, you would assume you were the last stash of biscoff cookies he always keeps fully stored in the house. Especially, with the other Drysdale in the house, the cookies went by faster when they used to.

“Don’t think so..We made a bet. Remember?” he smiles

“RIght now?!” you hiss lowly. He must have lost his mind. “You woke me up at like three in the morning”

“It was actually two” you whack his arm at his smart mouth, of course he doesn’t react. “Anyway. A bets a bet. Let’s go baby” he crouches down, lifting you up swiftly into a bride-groom like position.

“Ransom!” you whisper, taken by surprise.

“A quickie and then we’ll drop her off at your parents tomorrow to get to the real stuff tomorrow” he asserts.

With that, he picks up his speed. Taking you both down the hallway. Once he’s arrived at his destination–– the bedroom–– he throws you on the bed. Laughing to himself with how stricken you look. You should be used to this by now, he tells himself.

“Ransom!” is the last of his name he hears with a tone of scolding mixed with shock, before he gets to work. When he climbs on top of you quickly––like a lion to prey––biting your neck.

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