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#afterwards he was so cold he was shivering so we cuddled so I could warm him up it was cute
dontexpectmuch · 2 months
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hiii
can you do a oneshot of jude being clingy all day to the female reader?
thank uu
your limbs felt heavy, almost like you were tied down to your bed, your chest the only thing that’s moving as it moves up and down, deep breaths leaving your nose as you slowly but surely come back to your senses.
you try to open your eyes, the brightness of your room making it harder than it needed to be. taking a nap during the day was definitely one of your favorite activities, especially after a long university day. and though your room is already filled with warmth radiating from the heater, you feel almost uncomfortably hot.
that is when you realize another source of warmth behind you, chest moving against your back as he deeply breathes in and out. not only is your body being covered with his body heat, no, jude also has his arms wrapped around your head, kind of like a deadlock, your cheeks being squished between his biceps.
you want to enjoy it, really, but with the heating on, the blanket over your bodies and judes naturally warm body, you feel stuffy.
his grip around your head isn’t tight, you could easily slip away, which you try, though you feel his arms tightening around you, now his leg thrown over yours under the blanket.
you tap his arm, voice low as your throat feels dry, “jude.”
you hear him mumble something under his breath, meaning he was awake, though he wouldn’t let you go. instead, he nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head, his body pressing against your back even more.
you try again, “jude, please, it’s warm.”
“five minutes.” his deep voice sends shivers down your back, and if it wasn’t for the heat surrounding you and your bladder reminding you that it needs to be emptied, you’d happily comply.
so, you do what any person in your position would do, you bite his arm, hard.
“dude.” jude whines, removing his arms from your head and turning to lay on his back, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowed.
you laugh at his your expression, pressing one last kiss on his bare chest before getting up, heading to the bathroom.
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the sound of the pasta boiling in the pot next to you feels the kitchen, drowning your voice as you hum long a song that was stuck in your head all day long. though you decided to take a break, you can`t help but think about all the studying that needed to be done. your shoulders feel tense, your head is pounding from the mere thought of sitting in front of all those books and understanding all those theories from your professor.
only when jude rests his head on your shoulder, his strong arms around your waist and his body pressed against your back, you relax, sighing as you lean against his body, lazily stirring the sauce in the pan.
“lets cuddle.” his breath feels hot against your neck, goosebumps feathering your skin.
you turn your head to look at your boyfriends face, smile gracing your lips, “lemme finish this, babe, we can cuddle afterwards.”
jude groans, lightly bumping his head against yours, “wanna cuddle now, miss you.”
if it wasn’t for the water in the pot that was threatening to spill over, you would have given in. but you quickly step out of his hold, moving forward to stir the pasta in the pot.
“i will come as soon as i am finished, babe, `kay?”
“but i want you now, it`s so boring without you, babe.” jude moved his hand up to your neck, thumb drawing circles against your skin.
yo take his hand to press a kiss against bis knuckles, a subtle way to apologize, “food needs to finished first.”
“`m not that hungry anyway!”
“jude.”
“fine.”
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“where are you goin`?” jude immediately sits up as he watches you get up from the couch, stretching your arms above your head. his eyes are wide, all the sleepiness he felt a minute ago vanished.
“gotta pee.” you chuckle at his behaviour, “and, uh, you?” your ezes follow him as he, too, gets up, blanket abandoned on the couch.
“let`s go.” is all he says, holding your cold hand in his warm one, guiding the two of you to the bathroom. you are at a loss for words as you watch him take a seat on the side of the bathtub, opening the lid of the toilet seat, signaling you to, well, do your business. with him. watching you (?)
you don`t know why, but you decide to wait a minute, hoping that he will get up and leave you alone to do your business, though it never happens.
“babe?” jude looks at you confused, “everything okay?”
you sigh, “well, uhm, i was waiting for you to get out, y`know?”
jude giggles, shaking his head, “c`mon, `t`s not like i`ve never seen you naked.”
you scoff, taking his hand to make him stand up before you push him out of the bathroom, “still, i wanna do this, eh, in private. go back to the couch, won`t take long.” you shut the door behind you, judes big eyes looking at you pleadingly being your last sight of him.
as soon as you`re done, you open the door, eyes landing on jude who seems to have stayed on the same spot, waiting for you.
you laugh, “babe, for real?”
he shrugs, his hand finding yours once more as you walk back to your living room, taking place under the blanket again, his arms now around your waist and your head on his warm chest.
“i missed you.” he sighs, his cheek resting against your head.
you decide to not comment on his weird behavior today, enjoying his presence, “i missed you, too.”
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exams are a pain in the ass, hope u still like this one though it is a bit short.
good night. 🥹
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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years
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Barbatos: *cuddling MC while they are in bed*
Barbatos: Why do I feel like a lot of demons are getting interested in you day by day?
MC: You mean like how there's one under the bed.
Barbatos: Yes. Not a good hiding spot if you ask me.
MC: There's one in my closet either.
Barbatos: Are they just waiting for us to fall asleep?
MC: Hm. I wonder. *tries to get up*
Barbatos: *pulling them back* Stay. Trust me, they won't even try to escape.
MC: *sigh* Alright. I'll just let the poison do its charm.
*Both the demons under the bed and in the closet start coughing*
Barbatos: You'll need to change your entire wardrobe afterwards.
MC: Yes.
Barbatos: No. How about we move out? What do you say?
MC: There's nothing cheaper than this apartment.
Barbatos: MC, you're making your husband useless.
MC: That's not what I mean, dear.
Barbatos: *kisses their forehead* I know. But let's move out, alright? Make my house your little playground.
MC: You're being generous.
Barbatos: No. You are.
*Makes out while the demons are slowly suffocating*
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Diavolo: MC! *throws his arms around them* I'm glad you finally decided to move here!
Lucifer: Diavolo.
Diavolo: I'll show you around! As you may already know, we have a lot of rooms here but I made sure that you and Barbatos would share a room!
MC: That's great.
Lucifer: *sigh* Seriously. *looks at Barbatos* I thought you're going to move to your own place.
Barbatos: My father saw them and he tried to flirt with them. *smiling*
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: I see. I'm glad you took the safest option.
Barbatos: Oh, but I made sure I gave him a good punch before we left.
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: Couldn't blame you on that.
Diavolo: Barbatos! What are you still doing there?
MC: *looking at him*
Barbatos: *smiles genuinely*
Lucifer: By the way, are these all their belongings?
Barbatos: Yes.
Lucifer: Hm. But something feels weird about them.
Barbatos: It's just your imagination.
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MC: ...
MC: Do you think Lord Diavolo know?
Barbatos: What do you mean?
MC: I like things that are pure white.
Barbatos: *chuckles* I didn't know that. May I ask why?
MC: Fresh blood looks beautiful on it. But it will be difficult to remove the stains later.
Barbatos: *smiles* I would be jealous if the young master knows you more than I do.
MC: That's unnecessary. *embraces him*
MC: So, what do you want me to do with the intruder?
Barbatos: You noticed him? You really are sharp.
MC: I saw that he has some keys with him. What are those for?
Barbatos: There are some prisoners in the dungeon.
MC: Ah.
Barbatos: Do you want to have fun? Let's call it a date.
MC: But I want to do it alone.
Barbatos: Why is that?
MC: ...
MC: It's embarrassing.
Barbatos: *smiles* Alright. I'll let you. But before that, could you give me a few minutes of your time?
MC: *slightly shivers with his cold touch*
Barbatos: Don't worry. I'll make sure to warm you up from within.
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The intruder: That Barbatos is so busy with his human that he didn't notice me stealing the keys!
Prisoners: Yeah!!! Free us all!!!
The intruder: Shh. Quiet! If anyone hears us—
MC: That's right. You should be quiet.
The intruder: !!!
Prisoners: A human! *starts whistling*
Prisoners: Let's eat them before we escape this place!
MC: Hm...
The intruder: *laughs mockingly* Are you still sleepy, human? How's the taste of a demon's ****?
Prisoners: *laughs*
MC: Now I'm glad I've only asked to go myself.
The intruder: What?
MC: You see... My husband doesn't hold much mercy.
*The prisoners stared in confusion when MC had cut the intruder in half without making any much noise*
MC: *picks up the keys that fell on the floor* *looks at the prisoners*
Prisoners: !!!
MC: You have time to say your prayers since I'm going to open each cell one by one.
MC: But I guess you won't be able to do that because you are demons. Oh well, not my problem anymore. *goes to choose a cell*
One of the prisoners: No... No... NO!!!!!!!!
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Diavolo: Barbatos? Where's MC?
Barbatos: They'll be here in a few moments, young master.
Lucifer: Hm?
Diavolo: What's wrong, Lucifer?
Lucifer: I think I just heard a scream just now.
Diavolo: That must be the prisoners again. Anyway, don't mind them. They'll quiet down once they got tired.
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polskasroka · 5 months
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Ghostober Day 22
Welcome to Day 22 of Ghostober created by @kroas-adtam!
Pairing: Swiss/Phantom
Main tag(s): Object Insertion
Additional tag(s)/cw: none
Word Count: 1181 words
Read also on ao3!
The two ghouls were just about to leave Swiss’ room when Phantom decided that it wasn’t the time for hat yet and that he wanted to cuddle up to him immediately. It was still early in the morning, so it wasn’t that they didn’t have time. But they didn’t have that much time left before they should be doing their chores either.
With an amused sigh, Swiss sat down on the edge of the bed and let Phantom climb onto his lap. The smaller demon wrapped his limbs around the huge frame of the multi ghoul and pressed his face against his chest, as if hiding from the world around and trying to will the time to stop at least for a minute.
“I don’t wanna go,” Phantom drawled into Swiss’ shirt. “It’s gonna be a busy day again!”
“No one told you about that when you were summoned, huh?” Swiss chuckled and rubbed Phantom’s back with his large hand.
“No!”
“Been there, done that. You’ll get used to it soon.”
“You get it. But at the same time, you also don’t get it at all,” Phantom groaned and rolled his eyes. “I just wanna be with you. Why can’t we do things in the same place? Or together?” He pulled away and looked the other ghoul in the eye.
Pure affection shone in Swiss’ golden irises. He found it flattering that the young imp had grown so attached to him and he was simply loving it. Phantom was also as much of a menace as Swiss was, so that was one of the many things that had greatly drawn them together.
That same menace was what popped into Swiss’ mind all of a sudden too. Phantom tilted his head to the side a little, wondering what it was that had the cogs in the multi ghoul’s head work so hard that it could be easily read from his expression.
Apart from the spark in the golden eyes, a smirk crept onto Swiss’ lips. He then got up to leave Phantom on the bed for a moment, which the smaller demon reluctantly agreed to. He rolled his eyes again but as soon as he heard that Swiss had something that would be able to help Phantom throughout the day, the quintessence ghoul got all curious and stopped whining.
Soon, Phantom was told to get up from the bed and turn around. A warm thrill of confusion and excitement ran from the nape of his neck to the very tip of his tail and he couldn’t wait to find out what was yet to happen next.
“No underwear again?” Swiss asked casually as he undid Phantom’s pants and slid them down to his knees.
“You know I don’t like it,” the quintessence ghoul said with agitation in his voice.
“Maybe you should’ve put it on today,” Swiss hummed and laid his hand on Phantom’s back, pressing against it.
The younger demon knew exactly what it meant and without a word of complaint, he bent over the bed, propping himself on his hands. He swallowed and then gasped when a cold drop of some liquid fell onto his butt and trickled down the cleft of his ass. Phantom shivered and let out a soft mewl when he felt Swiss’ finger circle his rim, spreading the lube there and pushing some of it inside afterwards.
“You could’ve warmed it up,” Phantom huffed, disgruntled, and snapped the spade of his tail against Swiss’ thigh.
“No time for that. And no time for this, either.”
There was something dangerous in the multi ghoul’s voice as he grabbed Phantom’s tail and tugged on it ever so slightly. Yet, it was enough for the smaller imp to regret his words and hiss at both the pang of pain and the sting of arousal that seemed to have awoken in his lower stomach.
The pressure there only made itself even more known when something blunt started pressing against Phantom’s asshole. He clutched at the sheets underneath him at the sensation and bit down on his lip to calm down, breathe and relax, so that Swiss would be able to push whatever he had in his hand past the quintessence ghoul’s rim.
The tip of the object was thin and pointed and it went in smoothly. After all, Phantom and Swiss had fucked half an hour before, so no preparation was really necessary. And even if some would’ve helped – both ghouls were well aware of the fact that Phantom liked it a little rough anyway. That was why he let out a mewl and had his mouth hang open as the wider part of the toy began to stretch his hole.
The dull burning only spurred him on more, though, and made him push his hips backwards. He swore under his breath, impatiently anticipating the biggest stinging that was yet to come.
“You’re going to be a nightmare to handle once you go in heat,” Swiss sniggered, moving the toy up and down and to the sides to tease the sensitive muscle for a while longer.
“I’ll make sure to be mostly your nightmare, then,” Phantom growled, lust lacing his low trill that came a while afterwards.
“I won’t mind.”
“Swiss!”
Phantom’s eyes blew wide open when the widest part of the toy slid past the muscle and settled inside all nicely. A shuddered breath left Phantom’s lungs as he moved his pelvis again, this time to test the feeling of having his ass plugged like this. Much to his contentment and satisfaction, the plug would rub and press against his prostate at few specific angles and Phantom was sure that he would use that knowledge later in the day.
“Now I’ll be with you all day. In a way. Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“Huh?” Phantom looked at Swiss with confusion painted on his face when his pants were back in their place.
Swiss smiled softly and watched how the smaller ghoul’s cheeks flushed glittery purple as he winced, shifting on his feet. It was clear as day that someone was having a hard time getting used to being teased in such a fashion. Phantom’s nostrils flared as he huffed again and leaned his forehead against Swiss’ chest. Rocking his hips forward, he also moaned quietly, mostly at the prospect of not getting enough satisfaction for hours to come.
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, babybat.”
Phantom didn’t know that the plug was remote-controlled until it started vibrating inside of him sometime later in the day. The buzzing was gradually getting stronger and led him to rushing to his bedroom, in the end. Like a ghoul in heat, he undressed, grabbed a pillow and began to hump it as if there’d been no tomorrow, revelling in the relentless vibrations inside his ass.
Little did he know that Swiss had only been waiting for that to happen. Soon, he come in to the room to watch the sweet show of his little quintessence ghoul getting off while moaning Swiss’ name and promising him he was his good boy all the while.
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hwgyun · 1 year
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hi !! i have a request idea, but please feel free to tweak it if u have any ideas u'd like to add !
the idea is going out on a date with seungmin, but its chillier than expected. i like to think he would tough it out for a bit before suggesting going to a cafe or restaurant ? afterwards maybe some comfort spoken to reassure that the weather didnt ruin the fun shared ? (potential cuddles ensue)
i have many other ideas but this one has been rotating in my head the most- i hope it isnt too much ^^;
a/n: hi hi! thank you sm for requesting this it’s such a cute idea! <3 i hope you like it 💗 remember to stay healthy and drink a lot of water!
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2:37pm — Kim Seungmin
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pairing: seungmin x gn!reader
genre: fluffy stuff, established relationship
warning(s): none
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Both you and seungmin were swamped with work. Your boss giving you a huge amount of paperwork to write and analyze every day and seungmin having to practice from early daylight to midnight due to upcoming performances.
Since the both of you rarely had the time to do anything together, and today was the only common day the both of you had off, you both decided to go on a date at the park early in the morning.
It was rather chilly, the soft wind picking up from time to time, making you wrap your arms around your body for warmth. Though it seemed as if seungmin wasn’t cold at all, which you knew wasn’t true. You noticed the way his teeth chattered and his body shivered when you took occasional glances at him from time to time.
You wanted to laugh and point it out, you really did. But you knew it would destroy your boyfriends pride. You would occasionally ask him if he wanted to go inside a cozy cafe, but he would just shake his head and deny.
“No i’m good, we should stay out here longer, the view is pretty nice.” he muttered, trying his best to shield his body from the cold as he had given you his jacket.
It was almost noon, and the both of you were starving due to having only a cup of coffee when you woke up, excited to finally go on a date.
“It’s almost noon, should we head to a cafe and grab something to eat?” He questioned, trying to keep his composure in front of you as he tried to keep his shivering to a minimum.
“Mhm, i’m getting pretty hungry.” you replied, taking his hands in yours before making your way to the nearest cafe you two could find.
You two walked into the nearest cafe you could find, hands still intertwined as you walked up to the counter, saying your orders to the cashier. Seungmin let go of you to find a table as you wait for your orders to be ready. He seemed to not be as cold anymore as it was pretty warm and cozy in the cafe and you softly smiled.
Your name was called and you grabbed the warm sandwiches, making your way to the table your boyfriend had picked out.
“Thank you.” he smiled at you fondly as you sat down across from him. “No problem Min.”
The both of you eat slowly, taking your time and getting warmed up before heading back outside to go home.
“You know, I saw the way you were shivering before.” you spoke, trying to keep in your laugh as your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n.”
You couldn’t help it and let out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth as he sent a playful glare your way, making you laugh even harder.
“Y-yeah you were! you’re trying to deny it so b-bad!” you paused here and there not being able to stop laughing from the look seungmin was giving you.
He groaned, ears turning slightly red in embarrassment and the both of you continue to make your way home, you occasionally teasing him from time to time.
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The both of you arrived home and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes. You brought out some blankets to the living room and threw them at seungmin who was scrolling away on his phone.
“What are you doing?” he questioned, a curious glint in his eyes. “You think our date was over? I’m not letting the weather ruin this day for us!” you take a seat next to him, grabbing his phone and putting it to the side as you both get comfortable on the couch.
Your head laid on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist, the two of you embracing one another for warmth as you silently watched the movie that played.
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a/n: i hope you liked this, it wasn’t the best but i don’t think it was the worst either. it could be better but i was so busy these days i didn’t have enough time to perfect it! i promise i’ll work harder for the next request to be better 💗💗
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Gang orca x a male reader whos quirk is that he's really snake like. Winter is here and reader is getting super sluggish and sleepy bc of the cold! Please and thank you!!
gang orca with his sleepy snake sboyfriend
pairing: gang orca x male!reader (he/him)
genre: fluff, light comfort
warnings: gang orca, he needs a warning, he makes me have my happy shivers and i love him please love him he deserves it
author's note: i love this man so DAMN MUCH THANK YOU SM FOR THIS-
also, y'all, plz feek free to send in requests! i can't guarantee i'll get to them quick, but i will get to them. there are some that will take me longer for education/research purposes, but i want to be as inclusive as possible, and part of that is having an idea of what y'all would like to see. i love you all!! ❤️
EDIT: i came in to edit bc i wrote this at 2 am and i can see where the exhaustion started beating me-
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so he's. a mammal. 🧍 he's warm-blooded. but that doesn't mean he hasn't built up a tolerance for extreme weather conditions. being a hero means working year-round, no excuses or real exceptions unless you're out of commission.
so when you two first met during a fight in the winter months, he was kinda confused as to how you became a hero- especially with how you quickly climbed the charts over the summer without even a slight issue.
you just seemed so... off. and it wasn't until afterwards that he even considered how your quirk effects your body. he was honestly surprised that you still had to be out there when your body was basically trying to get you to shut down just being out in that temperature.
"ah, pardon me if this is a rude question, but-"
"pardon me for cutting you off, but the answer is that i can still fight. i may be a little more sloppy, but we caught the villain, right?"
the way you only took a few moments to warm yourself before rushing back into action was when he first started feeling something.
and eventually you two started talking outside of work, getting to know each other and developing an incredibly deep bond over how you fear being outcasted because of how your quirks scare others off.
it grew. and it grew. and now, here you are, three years later living in the same apartment and proudly wearing the title of the oddest, most surprising power couple of your time.
obviously, after so long, he's educated ss to why you get the way you get in the cold. now his concern is trying to avoid that, especially during hero work.
at first it starts with gentle reminders when he's checked the weather.
reminders like:
"[Name], make sure to take your jacket."
"yeah, it's starting to get colder out. do you have the right clothes?"
"please make sure to take time to warm up when you can, alright, dear?"
but as it gets colder, s t r e s s.
but this is kugo sakamata. is he going to show you stress by smothering? no. no, instead:
cuddles.
HEAR ME OUT-
in the winter months, he's a lot more aware of the areas of the city you cover. he stays alert during patrolling to reassure himself that you aren't curled up in an alley starting to freeze to sleep-
a lot of times it can be frustrating to you because you want to be independent. you want to be able to do hero work without burdening others, especially the man you love most. but then you realize he has a point, and you're caught in this awkward space of wanting independence but needing help. :((
because of this, you start re-developing insecurities of your quirk, which sucks because you were just starting to get past them.
"uh- kugo?"
"hm?"
"you can't notice the - uh... the..."
"shedding?"
"yeah..."
he hates how much you look down on yourself and your quirk, and he honestly wishes he could change society.
a lot of times, he'll reassure you verbally
"you don't need to feel ashamed. it's natural."
"kugo- please-"
"i can't tell. i promise. but even if i could, it wouldn't matter. you're a hero, [Name]. if people can't get over the fact that it's part of the same amazing body of the hero who's saved hundreds - if not throusands - of lives, that's not your fault."
but other times, when he notices it's just not cutting it-
he'll cuddle you-
and in the winter? he's killing multiple birds with one stone (RIP hawks 😔)
not only does he get the satisfaction and reassurance of holding you, but you feel comforted and it's helping better regulate your body temperature. it works as a momentary state of brumation (i learned so much abt snakes bc of this i-) and you're able to relax against him as you soak in as much body heat necessary.
when he CAN'T be around to cuddle you, he makes sure 100% that:
you get cuddles when you get home. he will pull you into his arms as soon as you walk in, and at that point you give into it. most of the time you straight up fall asleep because your body feels two times more worn that it does on the worst summer days.
your winter uniform is always ready to go. he will never let you go on patrol on cold days without that gear. he's not controlling, but that's the one thing he just can't let you do. if your uniform for some reason isn't ready, you're staying home
"darling, it's my job. i have to go, winter outfit or not-"
"without your winter outfit, you won't be able to function on your way down the block, let alone through a fight."
"... i hate it when you're right... you really are such a dilf."
"dilf?"
"...nevermind... anyways, since i'm trapped, might as well keep me warm?"
he cuddles you until he HAS to go on patrol, and when that happens, he tucks you in with three big, warm blankets and adjusts the temperature control to keep the home extra warm for you.
before you move in, he gets a special mattress that also includes mild temperature control.
he literally does everything to make sure you stay warm.
if for any reason things don't work out, he will immediately know. other pros already know to contact him ASAP if they see you unable to perform.
he picks you up, takes you back to the agency, sits you by a heater and wraps one of his big suit jackets around you,,
so warm, so gentle 😩
and yes, hot chocolate/tea.
overall, 10/10, will cuddle you again
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movedbl0g · 3 years
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Skz reacting to you being sick
A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!
Genre: fluff
Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)
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Chan:
We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well
I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need
Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible
“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.
When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.
“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.
He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.
“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.
“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”
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Lee Know:
He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh
He would cook some comforting food like soup for you
We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest
You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.
“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.
“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.
As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.
(Small time skip)
“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“
“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”
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Changbin:
I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better
Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood
But would also give you the rest you need
you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.
When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.
„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.
“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”
You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.
Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.
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Hyunjin:
So we all know how dramatic he is
So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick
He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well
Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)
“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“
“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.
You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.
He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.
“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.
“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”
“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”
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Jisung:
I feel like he’d be really panicked at first
“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“
After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)
Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.
He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.
“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.
“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”
You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.
“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”
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Felix:
CUDDLEBUG
would not let you out of his embrace
would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep
he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh
You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.
“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.
“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.
“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.
When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.
Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.
“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.
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Seungmin:
I feel like he would be similar to Changbin
We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes
Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes
CUDDELS
You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.
He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.
“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”
“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead
“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.
Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”
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Jeongin:
I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him
But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better
Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol
This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.
“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “
“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”
“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.
As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.
“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“
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part 7 of my netflix and chill collection!
summary: You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube.  warnings: smut in the forms of nipple play, handjobs, spit kink, face riding, unprotected, flavored warming lube, riding, praise kink, soft femdom, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, tit sucking, more jk has an impreg kink, oh and this is all subby kook rating: mature (18+) miscellaneous: domesticity baby!! fluff, soft scenes /.\, jk is sick:((, doyeon is A Doctor, yn sees an opportunity and she grabs it, surprise ending <3  word count: 8.7k  
notes: finally…. 7 parts later and we get ~✨💓sub kook💓✨~ this was honestly my fave to write I think because I was obSESSEDDD with his softness and yn leading hehe /.\ also yeah we time jumped 6 months bc uhmmm 😎 story progression also here’s [ THE KOOK U SHOULD IMAGINE FOR THIS 😡 ] also if see a typo ummm no u didn't .
let me know what u think! a simple ask goes a long way <3
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Despite what past experiences may dictate, Jungkook’s body is actually quite resilient. It’s due in part to his obnoxiously healthy lifestyle; avocado breakfasts, gym rat tendencies, and a normal person’s circadian rhythm (you could never relate). He lives the life health professionals can only dream of writing down in their notes, so careful of his well-being that it’s almost annoying. Of all the habits you help him break, the rituals he sometimes forgets, his health is never one and it’s actually one he ropes you into quite often. The ladder accident last summer had truly been an odd occurrence, and for a while after, you doubt anything else will ever happen to him. 
And then winter comes. 
Now, Jungkook, with all his superior bodily systems and strict lifestyle, is still not immune to the common cold. So when he comes down with a stuffy nose, a saggy frame, you’re not too surprised. It’s right after New Year’s, which you had spent it at one of Taehyung’s classic overcrowded parties this year, shivering on a rooftop as he kissed you silly under the fireworks, so one of you was bound to get sick. And you were sick for Halloween, so it’s only the universe’s way of leveling the playing field when he gets sick after New Years. 
What does surprise you is when he doesn’t bounce back right away. Usually, Jungkook’s high caliber immune system has him in tip top shape about two days later. But this time around, it takes a while. In fact, it takes longer than usual, and you don’t realize until you’re coming over on a Friday night, met with an unusual silence at the Jeon household. 
As you slowly grew accustomed to your life out of school, you and Jungkook accepted that you didn’t really have time to be glued to each other’s hips at all hours of the day. It was only natural that sometimes you had too much work, were too tired, or were just not in the mood to visit each other. That was fine, and you’ve come to quite appreciate this new routine, because it only made your heart flutter faster than before when you did see him next. You don’t have to see each other everyday, and that was fine; it was part of growing up together (and growing old together, your sappy heart says).
But today, this separation ends up being your downfall. Jungkook first showed signs of a cold on Monday, and now it was Friday and you hadn’t heard from him in two days. You’re beginning to suspect he’s come down with something severe— maybe that strain of the flu that he forgot to get vaccinated for this year —or even worse, dead.
Luckily, Jungkook isn’t dead, just sadly slumped across the end of his bed, nose a bright red and hair a tangled mess. “Oh no,” you frown, but there’s not an ounce of distress in your voice, because boy, was he cute. 
He groans at the sight of you. “Don’t look at me,” he whimpers, hands fisting the sheets. “I’m ugly.”
You bite down on a smile, hang your bag on the hook behind his bedroom door. He’s barely making an effort to stay on the bed, clinging to the side with such powerless hands. “Absolutely hideous,” you play along, arms wrapping around his middle. Registering your touch, your support, he immediately releases what little grip he had and almost sends the two of you tumbling to the ground. “My poor baby,” you croon, manhandling him back into the comfort of his sheets. 
Perhaps the reason you believed Jungkook was so immune was because, well, he never let you see him sick. 
He was picky about his presentation to the world, always wanting to show his best side. And well, you were in that world. Hell, you were probably the main person he wanted to show off for (not to toot your own horn), so he avidly avoided showing you his unpleasant sides. Even in college, when you had been practically stuck to his side, he had always made a big deal of pushing you away when he was sick, calling off dates and hiding away at his house. 
You sort of knew why. Namjoon had told you once that Jungkook when drunk was the equivalent of a needy, whiny baby. You could attest to that because wine drunk Jungkook and vodka drunk Jungkook were quite the experiences to haul home. And apparently Jungkook when sick was more or less the same. He was all doe eyes and pouty lips, magnified by his weakened appearance. He was adorable. 
He’s wearing a lot of layers, but it’s still winter so you don’t think too much of it. Dark long sleeve sweatshirt, the front tucked into some cute brown and black checkered pants. You see it as just some casual at home attire until you reach for his covers, hand brushing his hair from his face, only to find it ice cold. 
“Oh, you’re freezing, honey,” you frown, for real this time. Jungkook whimpers, snuggles into the sheets you pull up to his chin. He dozes off soon after, pouty lips chapped to hell and back. You reach for your chapstick, deciding to get one good use of it on your own lips before contaminating it with Jungkook’s sick germs. Even in his sleep he’s a good boy, rolling his lips together after you’ve applied it on him. 
With Jungkook knocked out, you pad back downstairs and into his kitchen. You can more or less infer that he’s come down with something a little more intense than a cold. His skin was cold, and his nose was runny, but, oddly enough, he wasn’t sweating. You decide to consult a professional. 
“The little gremlin is sick?” Doyeon repeats, a comforting buzz in your ear as you get to work making Jungkook your famous Get Better Soon Soup, idly waiting for the water to boil over. You confirm. Doyeon, legend that she was, accidentally sat an entire physiology class one semester (and passed), so this is the closest you’ll get to a doctor friend. “Hm,” she says, “what’re his symptoms?”
You press your phone between your ear and shoulder, clattering around Jungkook’s kitchen for ingredients. “Runny nose and colder than your ass that one time you passed out in the snow,” you supply. “Oh, but not sweating.”
Doyeon hums over the line, tells you to give her a second, and disappears. “WebMD is saying fever, but you said he’s not sweating?” You confirm again. “Throw him in front of the heater and make him sweat then. He has to burn it out somehow.”
“I can’t do that,” you sigh, pausing when you hear some vague sound from around the house. It’s not Jungkook, so you return to your call. Anyway, Jungkook’s house is, like, perfect. Always warm when need be and always cold as well. You don’t even think he knows what a space heater is. “He’s sick sick. Like, can barely hold himself up sick.” 
She scoffs. “And I care why?” You huff, go to scold her for their weird rivalry, but then she’s moving on. “Babe, just give him some pain relief and call it a day.”
“Fine,” you mumble. “Wait, can you look something else up for me?”
Anyway, Jungkook probably has a fever, except it’s weird because he’s not sweating it out. He wakes up about an hour later, but this time he’s more self aware. He eats his soup and takes the medicine you offer him. Afterwards, he can’t go back to sleep so he huffily asks for his iPad and begins watching some weirdly specific YouTube videos you don’t think you’ve ever seen him watch before. 
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You have absolutely no idea what he’s watching, some niche videos of guys in Singapore turning random forest areas into underwater pools? You don’t know. Jungkook seems interested, though, for all of ten minutes until he falls asleep again. 
He’s still cold, poor baby, nose like an ice cube that just won’t melt. You find a heating pad you left over in his closet and place it on his chest. Your thought process is that if his heart, the source of all energy, was warm, then certainly the rest of him will warm up soon enough. Yeah, you missed the last three seasons of Grey’s Anatomy; you were a little rusty. 
So with Jungkook fast asleep and nothing else to do, you assume the age-old, patriarchal task of cleaning around the house. 
His house was usually neat and tidy, mostly as a result of Jungkook’s virgo manifestations, but even those varied. His living room tended to be spotless, but his personal office was a different story. But with him having been out of it this past week, the entire house is littered in tiny garbage that would make Normal Jungkook burst a blood vessel.
There’s a pile of Reese’s wrappers in the downstairs bathroom, on the sink next to his toothbrush. The sight makes you sad, because your poor boy must have been struggling if he was eating candy in the bathroom, where he… uses the bathroom. And then that thought makes you even sadder, thinking back to all the times he was sick and alone, fending for himself out of his weird embarrassment of showing normal body functions. 
You had thought he was cute when you first arrived— he still was —but he was also so weak and frail, bulky muscles rendered useless by whatever bacteria was attacking his body, making him sleepy and in pain for god knows how long. With a resolute nod, you sweep all the wrappers into the trash and decide to do your very best at helping Jungkook get through this sickness and bounce back better than ever. 
Before leaving his bathroom, you ransack his cabinets, deciding he probably keeps most of his antibiotics here. It’s a spot you never really snoop around, because Jungkook always keeps a fully stocked basket in his closet filled with your typical necessities— from conditioner to pads to nail polish remover, he kept it all. And furthermore, you always tended to use his upstairs bathroom anyway, so that’s where your toothbrush and the like were kept. There was really no need for you to ever look through the downstairs bathroom’s cabinet. So the downstairs bathroom cabinet is practically the other side of the world to you, a culture shock so strong it has you plopping down in front of it to thoroughly sift through. 
He’s got a disgusting amount of hair products, none of which you actually think you’ve ever seen him use, and a maniacal amount of tooth stuff. Now, you were quite possibly the biggest proponent for dental care, but this was ridiculous. Four packs of floss on reserve, and about three cases of those dental picks. A whole family pack of toothbrushes and one of those cute little cases for his retainer you’ve seen a few times. 
So overwhelmed with his ungodly stash of dental hygiene utilities, you almost miss the pretty pink tube hidden in the very back corner. 
You’re thinking it’s some makeup primer you left before that he mistook for moisturizer, probably dumped it with all his other things, only to find out you are very, very wrong. 
Sensation Warming Lubricant: NOW! in strawberry flavor 
You blink. 
Lubricant? Jungkook was using lubricant? Strawberry, sensation warming lubricant?!
Somewhere in your mind you had convinced yourself that Jungkook was a simple man, a lotion at his bedside drawer type of man. He had you for the last one and half year, and you two fucked like rabbits, so you hardly doubt he was jacking it alone these days. And even if he was, why on earth was he so specific about the type of lube he uses?
You turn the bottle around, eyes scanning for an expiration date or something of the like, only to find that the copyright symbol was under this current year. The year that had just started, like, two weeks ago. 
Oh, so this was new. 
You turn it over, eyes scanning over the warnings like it’ll tell you something about your boyfriend you don’t know yet, some other hidden secret that he’s maybe held from you. Granted, owning lube isn’t really a big deal, but the fact he’s got it so hidden away (not really, it was casually sitting beside his sunscreen) was definitely something to zero in on. 
Strawberry flavored, you read again, warming, stimulating, edible? Forget his weirdly extensive floss collection, you had stumbled upon something amazing in here, the goddamn Hope Diamond among snooping girlfriend finds. You’ll confront him about this later, you decide, when he’s back to normal and not whiningly calling your name from upstairs. You pocket it for now, tucking it into your cardigan pockets for said later interrogation, and bound up the stairs to him again. 
He’s sitting up in bed like a very angry and confused toddler, brows furrowed sharply like he’s mad. Actually, he just can’t see, the light from the hallway blinding him, so you shut the door and flick on his bedside lamp for him instead. “Hi, honey,” you coo, sitting down on the edge beside him. He’s still waking up, leaning a little too heavily into your palm when you cup his face. “How’re you feeling?”
“Terrible,” he rasps out, but he’s definitely looking better than before. You don’t know if you imagine it, but there’s this slowly accumulating sweat that forms along the base of his neck. “Please don’t leave again,” he says softly, droopy eyes glassy. 
Something shoots straight to your heart— an arrow from Cupid himself! —that makes you stroke his cheek tenderly until his eyelids are fluttering shut again. “I won’t,” you promise, feeling around for his iPad. He doesn’t seem like he’ll fall back asleep, sitting up with more strength than he had that morning. 
You end up climbing behind him, let him be the little spoon you know he secretly craves to be, as he watches his weird YouTube videos again. His body is so warm against yours, but his skin is still so cold. If what Doyeon had said was true, it’s no wonder he’s kept the same sickness all week. The rhythmic sound of machetes hacking at the earth and water trickling through bamboo pipes grows on you, makes you fall into a sense of comfort behind him, arms tracing circles over his chest. 
It’s a mindless habit, one you actually do a lot. Most of the time, it’s when he’s at his desk and stressed out, your masseuse hands making an appearance to soothe the muscles in his neck and chest from being hunched over for so long. Even now, your fingers unconsciously press into the fabric over his pecks, tickle up his sternum until he’s melting against you. 
It takes one quiet whimper from him to let you know exactly how he’s feeling. “Everything alright?” you inquire, halting your movements over his chest. Jungkook nods shakily, head lolling forward. The nape of his neck calls to you, whispers for a kiss that you tenderly bestow upon it. It makes Jungkook jolt, another pretty sound leaving his lips at the press of your warm lips against his sensitive neck. 
“No more,” he mumbles, rolls his head around until it’s resting against your shoulder, giving you a clear view down his chest. You slide your hands back up from where they’d gone stiff just around his ribs, let them palm over his pecs. Jungkook’s hips buck, a minuscule movement you almost miss. 
His heart thunders like the inside of a horse race track beneath your palm, breath picking up just from the simple motion of your hands on his chest. It’s on the fourth circle around his pecs that you feel your pinky briefly catch on something. “Poor thing,” you sigh, running the pad of your pointer finger over the hardened nipple that peaks beneath his sweatshirt. “Is this what was bothering you?” 
A shaky exhale in response, hands tightly clutching at his iPad and beloved YouTube video genre. “N-No,” he denies, but you chance a peak at his face, where his lips are bitten a rosy pink color, its slightly muted sister rushing down his cheeks, over his neck. 
You press the lightest of kisses to the side of his neck, and he shivers. “Need me to take care of you?” you purr, trail your hands down his chest towards where the hem of his sweater sits. You run your finger over it twice, before moving to slip your hand beneath. Your fingers brush along his abs, contracted tightly at your touch, and slowly make their way back up his chest. 
Fingers find his pebbled nipples, a gasp escaping his lips. “Does this feel good?” you ask softly, pinching the swollen nubs between your fingers. Jungkook groans, body arching just the slightest as you rub his nipples, tug and twist them until he’s a whining mess. “Need you to tell me, honey,” you encourage, lips ghosting over his neck. 
The second kiss has him flinching as well, head rapidly turning the other way as you slowly kiss over his neck. “___, please,” he pants, knuckles pale on the sides of the iPad. You're afraid it’ll snap, if not from his grip then from the way he pushes at it, like he’s breaking a wooden board over his knee. It’s still on YouTube, playing another video from the same collection, volume competing with Jungkook’s tiny sounds. 
Pressing your lips to his neck, you kiss along it slowly, reveling in the lovely noises that Jungkook produces the more you rub his nipples, lower body squirming animatedly before you. Your kisses grow wet for a short period, suck purple blossoms across his skin until Jungkook is quivering like a leaf. “E-Enough,” he begs, voice a wobbly mess that is so light and airy. 
You grin, giving his rockhard nipples one last flick before sliding your hands down his chest, over his stomach to toy with the elastic of his pants. He inhales sharply, iPad nearly snapped in half mid video. Ready to play with him some more (and slightly afraid for the future of his tablet), you reach out a hand to move it away, set it off to the side. 
But Jungkook doesn’t release it. In fact, he clings to the damn piece of tech tighter than before. “Hmm?” you murmur, bottom lip brushing against his neck once more. “Not letting go, sweetheart?” 
He shakes his head, soft crown of curls bouncing from the movement. “Can’t, can’t,” he shivers. His knees shift back and forth, move between being casually spread and flush together. Like he’s hiding something, using the iPad and the videos on screen as cover. You tug at his wrist and Jungkook shakes his head again. 
You change tactics, hand sliding around his wrist instead. The other travels up, up, up, comes curling around the base of his neck. Jungkook whimpers, tilts his head back for you cutely at the first brush of your fingers against his Adam’s apple. “Thought you were my good boy?” you ask, eyes zeroed in on the tremble of his lower lip. 
Jungkook exhales shakily, a rather torn expression crossing his features. “I am,” he insists, fingers still tight “I am your good boy.”
You smile, stroking the front of his neck softly as you lean down to press a kiss against his cheek. “You are, aren’t you?” He whimpers. “Then let go, honey,” you murmur, hand on his wrist giving another experimental tug. Still, his grip remains solid. “Jungkook,” you snap, “let go.”
“Y-You’ll laugh,” he cries, yet his grip slowly weakens. It’s with a swift tug that the iPad tumbles to his side, presses against his hip, and shows you the raging hard-on that stirs beneath the front of his cotton pants. Pressed nearly beside your ear, Jungkook shivers. 
Ever so slowly, your hands return to their place around his waist. “Why would I laugh, sweetheart?” you mumble, marveling at the way his cock twitches and jumps beneath his pants before you can even touch it. His shirt is hiked up just above his abs, your hands tenderly stroking over the skin beneath his navel, but it’s got Jungkook writhing. “Hips up for me,” you instruct. 
He shakes even when he pushes himself up, knees wobbling as you slip your hands beneath his waistband and tug them down his thighs. Afterwards, his legs flop forward flatly, spread out with his beautiful swollen cock on display against his hip. 
You trap it at the base and Jungkook mewls, hands fisting the sheets now that his beloved iPad has been snatched away. It’s still playing his videos, interrupting his saccharine moans with corny ads every few minutes. A hand snaps up to join, opposite of yours, until your fingers are entwined around his dick. How romantic, you think, discreetly rolling your hips back against the mattress. “Gonna help me make you cum?” you ask instead, give him a light squeeze that makes him jolt. 
“Uh huh,” he responds, feathery. 
You reward him with a kiss to his cheek, reaching up to brush away the hair that’s begun sticking to his forehead. In the very back of your head you recognize this as being good for his fever, but the rest of you is more concerned with the pretty pout on his lips. “Hold tight for me,” you smile, releasing his cock to press your finger against the very tip of his cock where a pearly drop of precum has begun forming. “So pretty, Jungkookie,” you praise, teasing the length of your finger over the slit on his head. It has that juicy droplet coating your finger, gliding seamlessly over and over again. 
The simple touch makes him buck, has him blindly wrapping an arm around your bent knee that was pressed to his side this whole time. He squeezes around you rather weakly, the majority of his strength going to holding his cock tightly like you’d instructed. He’s such a good boy for you, trying his absolute best, even when you’re very obviously overwhelming him. 
You roll the flat side of your finger over him, his mushroom tip slowly growing more and more slick as he produces more precum. It’s shiny, fits perfectly between your clasped fingers when you squeeze around his head. Jungkook’s breath turns labored. 
He’s always so well kept down there, skin so smooth and free of hairs, and you know he does it because he wants to impress you. “So pretty, baby,” you hum, acknowledging his efforts. Your praise makes Jungkook moan, suddenly fucking up into his hand. It’s accidental, because he hisses at the drag of his dry palm around his relatively dry dick immediately. 
“Hurts, hurts,” he whimpers prettily, lower lip caught between his teeth. 
You frown, slide your wet fingers down the base of his cock until they’re wrapping around his and Jungkook’s little gasps even out. “I’m sorry, baby, you gotta be patie—“
Something presses against your hip, something distinctly hard that you had hastily picked up from his bathroom cabinet earlier, and a whole new door opens before your eyes. “Hold still for me,” you tell him quickly as you release your grip around his cock. Jungkook wails at the separation, but you’re more concerned with wrestling the tube out of your pocket with one hand. It’s heavy in your palm, turning over until that big fat label on front comes into view again. 
Jungkook explodes at the sight. “Wh— Where did you find that?” he stammers, cheeks ablaze. “I-I don’t know where that came fro—“
You ignore him, hold the bottle of lubricant over his stomach as you uncap it, a gooey pink substance spilling over into your hands the moment the lid pops off. Jungkook is still rambling away about the origins of the bottle, as if you care. You set the bottle on his tummy, the cold plastic makes him shiver. But you know what’s not cold? The warming lube in your hands that only takes three rubs of your palms to activate. 
You latch down like a crazed animal around his cock. With both your hands fighting to grip at his cock, you’re pressed closer against Jungkook, lips against the shell of his ear. 
The initial touch makes him sob, back arching and legs kicking at the sheets piled at the foot of the bed as your slick hands track the lube over his dick. “No!” he cries, hands wildly reaching out to grab whatever he can as you slowly get to work pulling him off. “I-I can’t, __, I can’t.”
“You can,” you coo, watching the translucent pink substance coat his cock, join his sticky precum. 
Maybe you get overexcited in your efforts, forget Jungkook is the way he is right now because he was still a little weak from his fever, but you go crazy on stroking his cock. One hand lingers around the base, squeezing and rolling over his balls, palm pressing against the hardened sac and squeezing there too. The other focuses at the tip, does most of the actual stroking over his cock. His head is leaking precum now, every stroke and squeeze making him shudder and push out another drop, until it’s mixing with the lube to form a sticky sweet substance that you wanna lick at so bad. 
So you do. 
You release one hand to curiously bring it up to your face, turning it over and around as you examine the stickiness on your fingers, the fat drop that unintentionally drips onto the front of Jungkook’s sweatshirt. He sobs at the sight of your lips around your fingers, squirms and bucks into the hand still on his cock until he’s embarrassingly coming. “I’m sorry,” he wails, hands fisting the sheets, fucking into your hand like a virgin. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to.” 
You draw your hand away, watching in slow motion the cum that just spurted from his cock come dribbling down the slowly softening length now. “Oh, sweetheart,” you croon, hands on his tummy. The bottle of lube slips to the side, meets the still playing iPad at his hip. It’s sticky and gross to touch him like this, especially when you know Jungkook hates being unnecessarily dirty, but you can’t stop yourself from softly caressing him, soothe him after such a hard-hitting orgasm. 
Honestly you had thought he would hold up a little more, let you get in a few more strokes, but he must’ve been more sensitive than you thought. “I’m sorry,” he cries again, head lolling to the side to meet your gaze with watery eyes. 
You tilt his head to the side, angle him just right for you to bestow your first kiss of the night against his little pout. Jungkook hiccups, melts against you as you slowly guide him through the kiss. He’s sloppy and shy, moves nothing like your normal Jungkook, and that fact alone has you slipping your tongue past his lips. He doesn’t fight back, just lets you play with him and sighs all delicately against your mouth. 
There’s something about this, his soft and submissive attitude, that has you pulling away to look at him. Big brown eyes, glassed over with unshed tears, and plush lips that call your name. And yet. 
“Open,” you murmur, hypnotized by the way that tiny mouth moves. 
“Huh?” Jungkook flushes, but he’s so good, he’s your good boy, and does so anyway. Lower lip quivers as he parts his lips, stuttering exhales creeping through as you purse your lips, let the saliva collect on your mouth, before rudely spitting into his. He flinches, whimpers softly, and swallows. He looks at you with these expectant eyes, like he wants to hear how much of a good boy he is, so you do exactly that. 
You brush his bangs away lovingly. “Aren’t you just so good for me,” you purr, revel in the way his eyes flutter shut at your touch, like you could never hurt him, and you won’t. 
As sweet as the moment is, there’s a raging fire in your core begging to be stroked, and your hyperfixation on Jungkook’s mouth lets you know there’s only one way to chase the feeling. “Up,” you tell Jungkook, who whimpers sadly when you finally escape from behind him. 
But you don’t get too far, settling beside him on the bed until you’re looking at the damage you’ve caused from the front. His skin is sticky in some places, pink sheen of the lube decorating him from your incessant touching. Pants around his thighs, shirt against his chest. His face is flushed, all the way down to his chest and up to his ears, so rosy and pink all for you. He shies away under your gaze, drops his head to his chin bashfully. 
You grin, shuffle forward to turn those pretty eyes back towards you. “Messy little thing,” you tease, slotting your mouths together again. Jungkook moans this time, lazily kissing you back. His lips move in slow motion, trembling hands reaching for your face to cup, your name falling from his lips when you pull away slightly. “Need you to help me out now,” you murmur, hand on his jaw. “Can you do that, honey?” Jungkook nods hurriedly, eyes foggy and on your mouth. “Lay back.”
He does so, rushes to lay against the pillows until he’s flat on his back. You get to work on your clothes, shed your cardigan and languidly tug your top over your head in the way you know makes your breasts bounce. Beneath you, Jungkook whines at the sight. “You too,” you remind him, wiggling out of your jeans. At your instruction, he begins fumbling with his clothes, pants and underwear haphazardly thrown over the edge of the bed. 
By the time you’re naked, you’re met with a rather amusing sight. 
In his haste to take his clothing off, Jungkook seems to have gotten himself tangled in his long sleeves, shirt awkwardly bunched up around his wrists and twisted over some. You chuckle. “Help please,” he asks so politely, shaking his arms back and forth above his head. But you’re genuinely confused as to what he did, because one of the sleeves wraps around the other, pins the bulk of the fabric to his skin, and then the other wraps around that. A mess you don’t bother dissecting, simply climbing over him. He complains, of course, soft huffs you wave off. 
“Don’t need them anyway,” you shrug, can’t help the lovesick look you send him when you brush his hair away for the umpteenth time. Jungkook leans into the touch sweetly, rosy cheek pressed against your palm. “Lemme see your pretty little tongue,” you order, pussy clenching when he does as told and rolls his tongue out for you, tip pressed against his bottom lip. “Good boy.”
A soft whimper, and then you’re shuffling over him, pretty doe eyes watching with amazement when you finally hover over his face. “For me?” he asks so softly, so sweetly. 
It’s a question you’ve heard him utter countless times before in similar settings, always with a cocky grin and mean eyes, ready to send you to hell and back with his tongue or his cock. But it’s different now, big shiny eyes looking at you like you’re the greatest thing to ever happen in his life, so pliant and demure beneath your touch like he lived to serve you. 
“All for you,” you assure him, get comfortable, and slowly lower your pussy over his face. His eyes flutter shut immediately, pink tongue ready for you by the time your dripping cunt nears his face. 
You can’t help the moan that tears itself from your throat, a soft cry as he begins lapping against your folds. He’s so tender, so careful. It drives you crazy. Hands above his head squirming as you slowly grind your pussy over his face, more mindful than usual because he was so delicate tonight, like a baby bird that shivers with the simplest touch. 
His tongue is smooth, circles around your clit. He nudges your bundle of nerves back and forth a few times, sends an initial wave of tingles down your spine, before taking it between puckered lips. His slurps it into his mouth, where it’s so hot and wet, it makes your grind stutter. “Oh,” you pant, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “P-Perfect,” you mumble. 
The praise makes his features twist up cutely, mouth desperate to get more out of you. “You like that?” you gasp, holding his head still as he runs his tongue along your folds. Jungkook nods, eyes glazed over as he messily begins eating you out. “Like when I tell you you’re a good boy, Jungkookie?” 
He lets out a broken whine, the vibrations shooting up your spine and making you shiver. Tongue pressed in at your entrance, prods gently like it’s his first time (it’s not) and he’s gauging your reactions. “Oh baby,” you shudder, fingers tightening in his curls. 
He looks like an angel beneath you like this, halo of curls artfully splayed across the sheets, arms knotted above his head. Big pretty eyes that make you want to lay down and be his bitch instead, their power just so strong even when he’s whining and whimpering against your pussy like this. His tongue dips into your cunt, makes you buck against him by accident. “I’m sorry, angel,” you breathe, so caught up in your thoughts that the name just slips. It makes Jungkook’s cheeks flush a pretty pink, arms tug at their makeshift restraints. But his brain is scattered, torn between releasing himself, eating you out, and being shy. 
He settles soon enough, ends up just sticking his tongue out flat for you to grind against, using the grip in his curls to drag your pussy over his face. His scalp feels warm, sweat clinging to his hairline. He sighs endearingly against you, and it’s that final puff of warm air against your folds that has you coming, cum dripping over his lips and chin sinfully. 
When you finish, you quickly get off of him, lay down beside him. Jungkook is panting softly, tongue peeking out to taste the cum that splattered against the corner of his lips. “You were so good for me,” you praise, idly dragging your finger across his skin, collecting your cum on the tip. 
Jungkook looks at you with a heavy gaze, knotted wrists slowly returning to rest over his abdomen. “Can you… Can you call me that again?” he asks hesitantly, so shy and polite. 
“Hm?” you ask. “Angel?” His lips part, an awfully aroused look crossing his features. You smile, press your cum loaded finger against his lips and he opens, sucks around your finger and moans. “My pretty little angel,” you purr, slowly thrusting your finger in and out of his mouth. Before you can stop yourself, you’re leaning over to kiss him again, swallowing his cries in your desperate need to taste yourself on his tongue. Jungkook is more active this time around, daringly challenging your tongue with his before ultimately giving up, languidly following the pace you set for the kiss. You pull off with a pop, leave him dazed and trailing after your mouth cutely. 
You pat his cheek once, offer him a tender smile, before moving to get up and clean up. Jungkook whines at your departure, and it’s only once you’ve sat up that you realize why. 
Half hard cock at his hip, fattening slowly but surely. Instantly, it’s like the post-orgasm fatigue is yanked away, pussy throbbing at the sight of your angel and his cock, swelling from eating you out and kissing. He was too good to be true. 
“Oh, you poor thing,” you sigh dramatically, shifting onto your knees at his hip to look at him. Something pokes your leg; it’s the stupid iPad playing his dorky YouTube videos that you click off and chuck to the other side of the bed. You had had enough of that by now. 
He’s not at full mast yet, and he’s not getting there quick enough for your liking. So you take matters into your own hands. (Besides, what was stopping you tonight? Certainly not this soft, pliant Jungkook.)
Kneeling between his legs, you reach for the forgotten bottle of lube, squirt a fat glob into your hands, then decide that isn’t enough and squirt it directly onto your chest. Jungkook watches with wide eyes, lower lip caught between his teeth. “What— What’re you doing?” he stammers, can’t even sit up with his hands held together. “__, y-you don’t have—“
Squeezing your breasts together, you slip his cock between the crevice, watch as his angry head comes out on the other side so easily, so slippery. Oh, this was gonna be post-work, shower-time, spank bank material for months. 
Jungkook sobs, loud and unfiltered at the sight, expression torn as he watches you slowly work your tightened breasts down his quickly hardening member. “T-Too much, too much,” he cries, squirming and bucking beneath you. “I-I’ll come—” 
“Don’t,” you snap, stilling your moments to flick your eyes back to him. His head is rolled back, jaw strained, but when he manages to lift it up and look down at you, there’s tears that streak his cute face, trails that glisten when the lowlight of the lamp hits him just right. “Don’t fucking come yet, Jungkook.”
He sniffles weakly, more tears spilling from his eyes. “But I— it feels,” he blubbers, knotted hands reaching down for the base of his cock. You slap it away. “___, please,” he wails, face flushed from all his conflicting emotions. 
Ignoring his cries, you get back to work, moving your upper body to and fro to simulate the thrusting motion he is too weak to do himself. He whimpers pitifully, more tears leaving his eyes when you lean down and spit on the head of his cock when it emerges next, make it join the rest of the ungodly fluids painting your chest. Honestly, you’re certain it’s that damned strawberry flavored, sensation warming, edible lube that makes this experience so enjoyable, so mind-blowing. 
Jungkook seems to agree, stuttering out a messy whine. “Feels weird,” he snivels, only to be cut off when you release him from in between your tits. Immediately, he begins lamenting the loss. 
Slowly, you ease him back in. You’re beginning to understand the intensity of that damned warming lube, because with each glide of his cock between your breasts, it’s like a tingle of nerves sparks within you, insides folding in on themselves as they channel all their energy to that one area of hastily spread lube. It feels so good and wet and messy, Jungkook’s whiny sniffles only fueling the experience. His cock twitches dangerously, and you flash him a glare. “Jungkook,” you warn. 
“I’m sorry,” he weeps, thrashing back and forth as if that makes it any easier. “I just— I want,” he chokes, hips bucking into the suction you’ve created between your boobs. Tentatively, you stick your tongue out, let his tip brush against it on the next thrust. Jungkook curses, a feral groan escaping his lips. “Wanna fuck,” he seethes, “now.”
It’s but a slight peek into his regular personality, his normal mannerisms. But something about it now annoys you. In fact, it pisses you off, seeing him be so complacent and sweet just to try and overthrow you at the last second. And it’s with this same train of thought that you release him, climb over him like a crazed sex demon, and press your hand to his throat. 
“You're supposed to be good,” you spit, scowl turned on him and it immediately has Jungkook drawing back with his tail tucked, falling into line as he should. “You’re supposed to be my angel tonight, remember?”
Jungkook nods, big round eyes looking at you like you’re insane, but the cock that presses against your ass tells you that he likes it. “I-I’m sorry,” he stutters, shrinking back into the mattress. Sticky hands around his throat, probably make him warm and tingly, but all you can think about is those pretty eyes. Sensing your wavering emotions, he takes advantage by tilting his chin forward for you cutely, pink lips trembling as he silently asks for a kiss. 
You release him.
“Stupid angel,” you huff, mouth against his. “Gonna make me mad if you don’t act right,” you remind him, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face. He whimpers against your mouth, let’s you play with his hair as you calm down. He’s a blushing mess beneath you, every inch of him flushed and warm and sweaty. 
You shift back and are met with his still rock hard member against your ass. You touch him appreciatively, reaching back to stroke him with a half-assed grip. It makes him moan nonetheless, pulling away from your lips to mewl against your shoulder. “Wanna fuck?” you hum, curling your hand over the tip like he likes, watching his head roll back against his pillow at the sensation. Jungkook groans, doesn’t seem to hear you now. You try again. “Wanna fuck my pussy, baby?”
“Yes,” he gasps this time, jolts when you press the tip of your finger against the slit on his head, plug his cock from releasing any more precum. “Please, please,” he begs, the hands on his chest straining against the shirt he still hasn’t managed to shake off. 
One last kiss is delivered to him, a chaste one against his pout that makes him whine. “Whatever you want,” you purr, line him up. 
Your hands are still sticky with the lube and so is his cock. Everything is sticky; his cock, you folds, your tits, his neck. It’s a big sticky, slippery mess, but you can’t even be annoyed because everything feels so good. Your tits tingle from whatever they put in that damn lube, nipples rock hard and extra swollen today, like if you don’t touch them you’ll die. You sink back into Jungkook’s throbbing cock, and the second his cock spreads the lube along your walls, you’re jolting because it just feels so damn good. 
You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube. 
His cock pushes past your folds, fits snugly inside of you just like it belongs. It still feels like the first time, feels like your first day where he was so perfect and sweet. Part of you wonders what would have become of you two if he had reacted like this that day, soft and whiny, when you first prepositioned him. Maybe the sexual aspect of your relationship would be entirely different today, maybe you’d be one the always leading. 
But… you’re not sure if you’d want that. Leading is fun— hell, you’re certain this moment will be what you get engraved on your tombstone —but you were a pillow princess at heart with occasional dominant tendencies. You drool over this moment now, but if he asks for this again tomorrow you might actually bend over and die. It was a lot of work, keeping the energy going, and you find yourself having this newfound sense of respect for Jungkook as his cock slips past your folds. 
Anyway, when you sit on his cock, fingers teasingly tightening around his throat, Jungkook’s eyes are weirdly focused on your tits. He’s been doing that a lot lately, losing his mind by just staring at your tits. On some occasions he puts them in his mouth, gets possessed by some titty loving monster and sucks on them until you’re trembling. It’s fine because it’s quite frankly a huge ego boost, but something him now makes you want to pick at him for it. 
“They’re yours to taste, angel,” you hum, slowly rolling your hips over his fat cock. Jungkook whimpers, softly ruts up into your heat the next time you press down. “Tell me what you want,” you exhale, a breathy moan. 
He doesn’t say anything, just drops his mouth open for you with a trembling lower lip. Tongue peeks out, eyes glazed over in his lust, looking every bit like those hentai ads he hates so much. But you fulfill his wishes, help him sit up until he’s flush against your chest. His awkwardly bound hands get squished in the middle, and he says, “m-my hands...” 
“I’ve got you,” you soothe, undo his self-made restraints and toss them to the side. Immediately, he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him to latch his lips around your breasts. “S-Slow down,” you whine, hands on his biceps as he sucks your tit into his mouth, twirls his tongue around your nipple. He’s good with his tongue even when he’s sick. 
He pulls off with a pop, ragged breathing only making you more sensitive as it fans over the thin layer of saliva he leaves on your tits. “Tastes like strawberries,” he groans wondrously, head against your chest. You use the lull to get back to fucking yourself on him, but Jungkook’s got other plans. He rolls the two of you over, pins you beneath him with his hot and sweaty body. “I’m sorry,” he moans as he begins jackhammering his thrusts into you. 
Your back arches, legs thrown around his waist as the sudden change of events. “Fffuck,” you heave, “harder, angel— gotta fuck like you mean it.”
Jungkook shudders, hands looped around the small of your back. His cock rams into you over and over, each glide of it against the walls of your pussy making you unravel in his arms. His lips latch around your other boob, suck and suck like he’s expecting something to come out.
That’s when it hits you. 
“N-Nothing there,” you tell him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. His lashes are wet, eyes pinching tighter at your reminder. He pulls away almost to protest, but then you’re guiding him up to your face, hot breath mingling with yours. “Nothing there because you haven’t given me a baby yet,” you murmur darkly, watch the emotions flood his features as you tap into that taboo kink of his. 
He chokes, grinds his cock into you and holds it there. “I-I didn’t,” he sniffs, “we never— you never said,” he whines, “...you wanted one.”
You cup his face in his hands, feel slightly mean for the pride you get from his tear stricken appearance. “I do,” you purr, lazily kissing him. “Want one if it’s from you. Don’t you?” He nods like an antsy puppy, quivering against you as he slowly and shallowly ruts into you. “Don’t you wanna see me like that, angel?” you egg on, hands looping behind his neck, idly playing with stray waves and curls. “Tummy so big and swollen because you did something bad, because you couldn’t pull out.” 
Jungkook sobs, pulls you impossibly closer until the head of his cock is missing your cervix repeatedly. One of your legs is pressed nearly to your chest, hip tight from the force in which he holds you. “I-I want,” he agrees, more tears spilling down his cheeks. 
You smirk evilly, kissing the corner of his mouth gently as he slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts. “Then fuck me hard, Jungkookie,” you demand, “fuck me full of your cum.”
Jungkook nods with a sniffle against your shoulder, fingers tightening against your skin as he slowly but surely begins nailing you into the mattress. He’s a good boy, always, because he does exactly what you tell him to. Uses those bulky muscles to hold you down, makes it impossible for you to move as he pistons his hips, cock sheathing itself inside your cunt. 
Every drag makes you unconsciously clench, the raw feeling consuming your thoughts. His cock is so big and wet today, certainly due to that stupid lube from beneath his cabinet. Your entire pussy feels like it’s on ecstasy, stupidly geeked up by that lube, and you’re sure Jungkook’s cock feels the same. It makes the glide so much better, so much easier, each ram of his cock feeling so easy. “Oh, fuck,” you whimper, nails digging down his spine. Jungkook is a sobbing, sniffling mess against the crook of your neck, absolute gibberish falling from his lips. 
But you’re no better, tongue seemingly set on a chaotic rampage to validate every single one of his fantasies. “Gonna fuck me while I’m pregnant?” you pant against his ear, fingers tugging at his hair. He doesn’t offer more than a strained cry, thrusts momentarily falling out of rhythm. “You would like that, huh? Fucking me when you’re not supposed to. You’re so bad, Kook-ah,”  you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Only pretend to be an angel but really you’re just a dirty, little pervert.” 
He wails loudly, slams his hips so hard into you that it makes you sob as well. “N-No,” he blubbers, tears against your skin. “I’m good— I’m a good boy,” he stresses, fingers bruising their prints into your skin. 
He presses so close, cock practically making your stomach bulge, but neither of you see. “Dirty angel,” you spit, yank his hair back roughly until he’s forced to look at you with that watery gaze. “So horny you’re willing to get me pregnant.”
Jungkook cries out, snaps his cock into you like he’s trying to break you in half. “No,” he heaves, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto yours. “I-I-I’d do it right,” he defends weakly, hips losing their demonic pace as his orgasm sneaks up on him. “Ma— Marry first… then, b— ba— bab—“
You swallow his words with your lips, kiss him like you’re on the verge of death in a desperate attempt to hide your tears from him. They paint your cheeks in stark strokes, trail down your skin and make everything blurry, but so does your orgasm. 
You come first, heart and body trembling at his unexpectedly sweet words, as you become a whimpering, teary mess beneath him. Jungkook follows, cries out your name one last time as he busts inside of you. 
Sticky and gross, he falls onto the pillow beside you. Poor baby is so tired, curls covering half of his face, but lips cutely puckered against the pillow. He’s sweaty as hell though, which you now vaguely remember was your original goal with all of this so you count this as a success. 
You think he’s fallen asleep, sitting up slowly and reaching for that t-shirt that bound him together earlier to clean up. He shudders when you run it against his skin, obviously still overwhelmed. You shift around the bed in search of today’s MVP. “Where’s the lube?” you mutter to yourself. 
Jungkook groans. “YouTube?” he asks, voice dry as all hell. 
“No, honey, the lube we used,” you respond, running your hands over the sheets for any signs of the pink bottle. 
“Want YouTube,” he mumbles, lets you swaddle him up in the blanket again. You roll your eyes and reach for the forgotten iPad that had long since tumbled to the floor. When it turns on, that same video from before is on pause so you don’t bother changing it as you hand it back to Jungkook. “Nice,” he murmurs, “underground water slide.”
You snort. “Weirdo.” He glares cutely, eyes barely open at this point. “Watch your YouTube.”
“Use your lube,” he sasses back softly, nonsensically, and then rather anticlimactically passes out. 
There’s something soft in your chest, something so big and overwhelming, that has you bending over his sleeping figure, mouth brushing against his. “Hurry and get better, angel,” you whisper, wish on it with all your heart. 
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 To no one’s surprise, you get sick two days later. Doyeon laughs and laughs for hours about it, tells you that’s what you get for using sex as medicine. But Jungkook’s back to normal, which means he stays over and coddles you to death. 
“Hurry and get better,” he says, spoon feeding you your famous Get Better Soon Soup that you passed on to him. “I have a question to ask you.”
There’s a little black box in his downstairs bathroom cabinet that you swear you’ve never seen, but Jungkook knows you’re lying. 
It fits perfectly. 
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epilogue
She scoffs. “And I care why?” You huff, go to scold her for their weird rivalry, but then she’s moving on. “Babe, just give him some pain relief and call it a day.”
“Fine,” you mumble. “Wait, can you look something else up for me?”
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thefanbasewhore · 3 years
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Hey, can you do #24 with Bucky? They're on a mission and get stuck and it's cold? Love your writing bb ❤️
Prompt no. 24. "Your hands are too cold, let me warm them up."
Summary | you and Bucky go on a mission but get stuck in a storm.
Warnings/content | fluff, soft Bucky
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Thank you so much for the request ❤️
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"Damn it," Bucky curses, clicking a few random buttons on the quinjet in hopes the snow could clear from the windshield but it's no use. The snow is too thick and coming down too fast for it to be safe enough to leave.
Not to mention you were both freezing. Maneuvering from the small base in town to the jet that was hides in long columns of trees and branches is hard then you think it is, especially since it's at your knee height.
"We are going to have to hold off," he can't help but notice the way your back slumps, arms crossing over your chest as you shiver. He bites his bottom lip with a sigh, "Can't waste any fuel either, we are going to have to wait it out in the cold."
"F-Fine." Teeth chattering as you sit in the co-pilot chair. Bucky cups his own arms, rubbing to create some kind of friction - a source of heat but he would be fine. The serum did a lot to alter his DNA, muscle growth, strength and also kicked his internal temp up a few degrees.
"I'll try and find some new clothes for you, maybe some blankets."
"I'll be okay." He has no doubt of that, you're a woman strong in every way, this is definitely not your first time a mission went wrong but that doesn't mean he has to like it.
And judging by the wet spots of your tactical suit and the blue hue forming across your lips, you need warmth.
Bucky does infact return with blankets and new clothes; he turns to offer your privacy and helps by covering you with the first blanket. At the same time you reach for the the other one, hands touching as both of your cheeks flush red.
"You're hands a freezing. You're hands are too cold, let me warm them up. " Bucky sighs, pulling them into his own. Despite being the rarest metal known to man, the mechanical arm is actually pretty warm, sliding over your hands following his flesh one. He brings them up to his lips and blows into them, "You're so cold, why didn't you tell me you were this cold?"
Bucky is only a few inches away and on his knees in front of you with a frown, bringing your hands to his face one more time but instead accidentally bumps them with hips lip, eyes widening instantly before peering up at you with red cheeks.
Flustered he lets out an awkward laugh, avoiding your eyes at all costs. "I'm pretty warm, the serum -." He cuts himself off, like he's trying to find the right words to say, "I can help?"
With a small nod, you give him a smile. "Yes, please, I'm freezing."
Bucky doesn't say another word, pulls of his jacket and you move for he can sit down before pulling you into his lap and pulling the blankets back up to your chin. His skin is hot - and you have a feeling it's not only from the serum as his skin turns pink under your gaze.
"What, why are you looking at me like that?" He scoffs watching the way your lips twitch into a smirk.
"How long has it been since you did this?" It's pure curiosity, watching the way his eyes move to avoid your own.
"Did what?"
"Cuddle."
"This isn't cuddling - I'm just trying to keep you warm." His words are fast, stuttering through a few words as he bites his bottom lip nervously afterwards.
"What ever you say, big guy." He feels your fingers press against the buttons of his shirt, and a nose nuzzle into his chest. His breath hitches, his whole body is on fire but it feels unfamiliar.. nice to hold someone after all these years.
Okay, Sam might be right, he might have a little crush.
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fluffi · 3 years
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REACTION TO YOU ASKING FOR THEIR JACKET :: STRAY KIDS
pairing: ot8 x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 800+ event: 210325 stray kids anniversary <3 author’s note: 3 years with skz so I finally decided to do an ot8 reaction! this got kind of repetitive (because I picked such a detailed reaction prompt T-T) so its more of a ‘reaction to you being cold’. hope that works out! warnings: none that im aware of
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BANG CHAN
you wouldn’t even have to ask for a jacket.
“channie!! how are you-”
“im good. you look cold. give me a second.”
“i mean, I didn’t realize till you said it, but-”
would take off his jacket/hoodie promptly and cover it over you.
afterwards he’ll ask if you want to be cuddled, and you would obviously agree because its bang chan and he’s the best! cuddler! ever!
husband material 1/2
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LEE KNOW
tsundere 1/2
“minho, can i borrow your jacket :(”
“why dont you have your own?” *rolls eyes dramatically*
of course, he’s not going to leave you cold, how dare he
he’ll end up chucking his jacket at you, bUT he’ll stare at you intensely until you’ve worn it fully and will make sure that you’re snuggled and comfy
“I literally asked you to bring something warm and you didn’t listen”
tries not to show it, but he constantly checks up on you afterwards to make sure that you’re warm.
(gets upset when you call him out for it)
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CHANGBIN
“hey, are you cold?”
grabs your arm and feels it to make sure you’re not cold.
bUT YOU ARE. YOUR ENTIRE ARM IS FROZEN.
“oh my gosh you’re a literal freezer”
this could go two ways:
1. will immediately take off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders
2. if the two of you happen to be in a mall or a place that sells clothing, he would ask you to pick a jacket in a clothing store,
then pay it for you and ask you to wear it around!! (help thats so cute im scREECHING)
its a two-in-one: he keeps you warm and makes you happy
afterwards he would keep his arm around your shoulder to make sure you’re double-layer warmed :)
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HYUNJIN
“jinnie do you have a spare jacket”
“why? what for? omg are you cold”
mentally freaks out and gets mad at himself for not checking up on you.
his mind right now: loml bubs is cold and I need to give jacket *screams*
will give you his jacket with no hesitation
then proceeds to backhug you and rub your cold hands with his warm ones.
(he says its to spread warmth around but we both know that it’s just an excuse)
he just wants to be able to hold not one...but both of your hands in his! ;)
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HAN
why do I feel like the both of you wouldn’t bring a jacket T-T
“hey I’m kind of cold, do you have a jacket”
“i was just gonna ask you that”
oh great, now the two of you are shivering.
DO NOT FEAR!! CUDDLES ARE ALWAYS THE SOLUTION!
(cuddles could totally end world hunger just saying /j)
the both of you would result to snuggling up against each other.
jisung would be mad at himself for not being responsible of his one and only,
but its okay, now you’re super warm with his hugs and cuddles 
that’s better than just a piece of fabric
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FELIX
literal king at taking care of his boo
“do you have a jacket-”
“yeah, I have mittens too? if you would want that? I have a padding jacket that you could pull over a sweatshirt that I have in the backseat. it should be your size but-”
“felix, we’re going to a mall.”
he has eVERYTHING!
he’s probably got those instant heating pads and he has every sort of hoodie in every color and shape in your size!!
hes just that great of a boyfriend :]
you could say that your legs were tired when running and he would just pull over with a whole caravan for you to relax in.
husband material 2/2
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SEUNGMIN
ah, our neighborhood dandy boy
tsundere (?) 2/2
“hey I forgot to bring a jacket, would you have a spare”
“tsk tsk tsk”
but of course our organized king has a spare jacket for you (that’s probably in the same style/color as his so the two of you can match!)
he pretends to be annoyed but honestly thinks that its so endearing
he just loves being able to take care of you 
(and would love for you to forget your jacket more often so he can flex his caretaking skills)
would probably end up asking some random passerby to take a picture of the two of you (in your matching hoodies)
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I.N
baby bread is about to take care of his baby
“jeong, do you have a jacket? i’m kinda cold”
“jacket...uhh”
frantically looks around for a spare jacket but resorts to giving you his at the end.
now he feels bad about leaving you cold for so long and not realizing that you were chilly in the first place
from then on he checks on you every single time you guys step inside a room with AC and brings a spare jacket inside his bag at all times!
jeongin bestest agenda
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give lilies with full hands
“Ghosts at the cemetery, why am I not surprised?” Valerie grumbled under her breath as she glanced at the glowing dots congregating near Heavenly Gates, Amity’s largest cemetery. It was just after 5pm on a Friday; Valerie should be at home getting ready for a fun and relaxing weekend. Instead, she was speeding forward in the dreary pre-rain mist about to tackle a hoard of the undead. Her life was so strange and unfair sometimes it just fueled her hatred for everything ghostly.
As she approached the cemetery, she slowed down and had her ectoweapon up and ready to shoot. Instead of a fire fight, she found an eerie, unsettling quiet that sunk deep into her bones and made her unable to move. She just hovered above the cemetery and took in the full scope of the scene. The Fentons were here, hard as they were to miss but like Valerie, they were also frozen with unease. Mrs. Fenton kept fiddling with her weapons but couldn’t manage to lift it in a meaningful way. 
The fog hung heavily around the cemetery, clinging like wet paint dripping down an unfinished picture. She could make out the unnatural glow of several ghosts, a few of which she recognized. That annoying child pirate ghost none of the adults could ever see was sobbing silently, curled up in a fetal position on the ground as if he were trying to make himself as small as possible. The biker guy and girl were cuddled into each other, leaned up against a grave looked scared and worn, flickering dangerously like static on TV. Val spotted Ember looking frightened and quaking looking like she wanted to run but was unable to. Her soft glow alerted Val that there was another ghost she’d initially missed.
The ghost was more shadow than anything, the fog moving through and from them. They were a swirl of greys and blacks in the approximation of a long cloak covering their face entirely. Pinpricks of bright lights shone from underneath the cloak’s hood. They bore down on Ember as if it were seeing deep into her soul and found her lacking. 
Phantom was there too, he looked almost normal compared to everything else going on so it’s not surprising she’d missed him at first. The fog dampened some of his ghostly glow and he was standing properly instead of floating. Like Val and the Fentons, he seemed unable to move. The heavy drizzle in the air flattened his normally gravity defying hair. If she hadn’t known better, she’d say he was a normal person standing there, albeit one with weird fashion sense who went a little crazy with the bleach. And if Phantom looked human in comparison then just what was this new ghost?
“Amber Jablonski,” The ghost whispered quietly within the cemetery but Valerie could hear perfectly well, as if were being spoken into her ear. From the shivers she saw come from the Fentons, they were experiencing the same thing. Ember moaned, something deep and agonizing. She fell to her knees as more of her glow faded. “An eager musician just making a name for herself in her small town. A performance at a barn had faulty wiring. The building caught fire and Young Amber was trapped by debris and unable to escape.”
The flame in Ember’s hair burst into brilliant blue flames before painfully sputtering out like a candle on the verge of going out. A wisp like ghostly hand reached out and tenderly ran a finger down the side of Ember’s face like a mockery of the tears she could no longer shed. “Cause of death was severe burns across her whole body and smoke suffocation at the age of 22.”
“Enough,” Phantom announced suddenly, stepping forward through the ghostly arm putting himself squarely between Ember and the wisp ghost. The dead rockstar barely noticed, her whole form trembling as she looked down at the cold earth with absolute horror. Val wondered if she was feeling the cold of the cemetery or the burning heat of an out of control fire. “You’re killing her.”
“She is already dead,” the ghost answered, “as are they all. They are but echoes of lives come and gone.”
“That doesn’t mean you have the right to remind them,” Phantom said, looking more ghostly again. His aura flared suddenly and his eyes lit up like angry lightning bugs in a jar. “Death is sacred, it’s private and you’re using it to hurt them.”
“It is my duty, I am the Mortem Obire. I make the restless dead confront their own mortality, remind them of what they lost.” The ghost stared down Phantom who flinched but overwise stood his ground. “It is because of you, Danny Phantom, that I have been summoned to this realm. Your life essence has made these ghosts forget what they were. They flock to you, drawn to your vibrancy, seeking what they’d lost. The dead were straying from their existence, emboldened by your example, they were forging new purposes. I am merely correcting their assumptions to preserve the delicate balance that maintains the two worlds.”
“But death shouldn’t have to define them, I mean us,” Phantom pleaded. “They can grow if they want, experience new things. The end of life isn’t the end.”
“How very human of you,” the other ghost said breathily, an unnatural imitation of a chuckle. “Your death, if we can call it that,” the ghost said, “was born out of innocence and ignorance. Nature demanded the experiment fail but your naivety allowed for the flow of life and death to be disrupted. You looked at a machine you could neither understand or control and made the attempt anyway. Your hubris consumed you in the form of electricity, pain firing through your whole body as you screamed for a relief that never came. Your old body was obliterated and remade into the abomination you are now.”
Oh god, Phantom was electrocuted. He had lived his last moments as a human screaming and in pain. She knew he was vaguely around her age but it was one thing to know a kid her age had gone through that and another to hear it described. Without thinking, she lowered her weapons. 
“Yeah I know that,” Phantom said weakly. “I took out the power in the whole city for a few hours which I felt bad about afterwards. What’s your point?” His glow was completely gone, the wet humidity of the air clinging to him much like how it fogged up Valerie’s suit. The shadow of the sinking sun made his white hair look dark and the greens of his eyes had faded into a less unnatural blue/green. 
The only think remotely otherworldly about him was a faint pulsing glow coming from the center of his chest. It beat like a heart, a soft brightness that seemed to dispel the overwhelming feeling of death. Ember looked up from the ground, the pirate kid uncurled himself a little, biker guy and his girlfriend became a little more solid. They looked at Phantom with such awe and envy and grief it was almost painful to watch them stare at what they clearly lacked. 
“My words hold no domain over your heart now, child of two worlds,” the ghost wheezed, floating past Phantom. “But someday you will greet death properly, be made humble by it, and I will be there to remind you of how fickle and fleeting that precious life of yours is.” 
“I-” Phantom defended, glowing slightly with his eyes once more an ectoplasmic green. But now it was obvious to see how much more lively and present he was compared to the others. She still hates him, will probably still hunt him but while she knew Phantom was a ghost she knew, whatever he was, she couldn’t call him dead. Not with eyes so sympathetic and expressive and alive.   
“Be gone, all of you mortals, this is a place for the dead,” the ghost commanded. The ghost hovered over to the Box Ghost who had been shivering behind a tombstone the whole time and suddenly went still as stone. “Your compassion for them does them no favors. This is the price for their existence, the dead cannot and should not forget. That is their purpose and this is mine. This is not an end to their existence, merely a reminder.”
Valerie never thoughts she’d see the Fentons flee from a fight but still she watched as Jack and Maddie slowly backed up until they reached their garish assault vehicle. They fumbled for the handles, not willing to tear their eyes off the ghosts before climbing in and driving off. Phantom looked torn, grief stricken as he watched the mist ghost, the Mortem Obire, speak softly to the Box Ghost. He looked like he wanted to interfere, to place himself in-between again but his shoulders slumped as he realized the futility of the action. This was the nature of death and memory and the living were not to interfere.
He glanced up at her, wary and saddened before disappearing from view, going off to wherever it was he lived his life when he wasn’t causing her problems. Valerie swiftly turned her board around and sped quickly in the direction of home. This had left her a lot of things to think about, about Phantom, about ghosts, about what it meant to stick around once your number was up. 
But that was for later, for now she wanted to get out of chill before the rain started in earnest. She wanted to drink something warm, sit close with her father and feel their hearts beating in time. Valerie Grey wanted nothing more, in that moment, to simply breathe in and appreciate her life before it was taken and those happy memories used against her. She would not die full of regret for what she had missed.
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volleychumps · 4 years
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HIIIII!!! I just read your latest hcs and i was screaming when akaashi gave the reader his jacket :(((( i was hoping to put in a request for headcanons about the different captains giving the reader their jacket? The concept just has me so fuckin soft :))) i completely understand if you don't want to do it!!!!
I hope you enjoy, thank you for your support!!
Haikyuu Captains Giving their Crush their Jacket
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Daichi
- “Do you always lock up by yourself? What if you get mugged or something?” “...why would I get mugged, we live in the countryside.”
- “Wow Daichi, I was just trying to care, no need for saSs.”
- Sweatdrops when you push off the wall to walk ahead of him, causing him to release a deep chuckle as he jogs up to your side
- “are you actually mad right now?”
- “I don’t know. There’s a taiyaki stand over there. Totally unnecessary information.” You pout a little as Daichi shakes his head, an amused smile tickling the corner of his lips as he makes the turn to greet the old lady running the stand.
-  “Three please.” You hop a little in place in excitement when Daichi hands you the one filled with red-bean, the warm pastry sending tinges of heat to your skin as you look at the other two questioningly
- “...you like both flavors.” you fail to notice the flush to his cheeks as you grin brightly. “You’re forgiven!”
- chuckles, knowing you were never really mad in the first place as the two of you continue the walk home, casting glances at your giddy figure as you bite into the pastry
-suddenly frowns, noticing the thin material of your school uniform being your only coverage as you grasp at the taiyaki for warmth
- “You don’t have a coat?”
- You still, blinking in realization. Slowly, you turn to smile sheepishly at Daichi as he fights the urge to palm his face
- “How do you forget? In the middle of winter?”
- “Maybe it was your sass?”
- scoffs a little as he stops, turning so he’s facing you.
-He gives you a stern look as he moves to set his bag down on the side of the road, you blinking in confusion as the second taikyaki is suddenly being pressed against your lips
- “Bite.”
-Your look of confusion continues as you take the taiyaki in your mouth, the other remaining half-eaten in your hand as the other is holding your bag
- ignores your protests around the taiyaki as he slips his own coat off, looking down at you amusedly as he wraps it around your shoulders, the warmth and his scent embracing you immediately
- takes the taiyaki and your bag from your hands, eyes stern with a playful smile on his lips “Now put your arms in the sleeves.”
- the heat rushes to your cheeks at how large the coat was around you, and the heat intensifies when Daichi steps forward to zip it up for you all the way up to your chin
- You give him a look, what about you?
- leans forward to take a bite of the taiyaki hanging out of your mouth, chewing as he looks down at your shocked figure in slight amusement
- “This is warm enough.”
- Daichi you smooth fucker
Kuroo
- “Oi, be quiet. She’s asleep.” “You’re just saying that cause you like her-” “LEV shut up-” “You never care when I’m sleeping!”
- the whole bus freezes as you stir slightly in your sleep before relaxing again, allowing the team to sigh in relief as Kuroo glares at the tall Russian boy, who bows his head in apology to your sleeping figure
- “Kuroo, come switch places with me.” “What? Kenma, why?” “You’ve literally been looking over here like a puppy that lost its’ owner for the past hour.”
- scoffs, sputtering that Kenma was talking nonsense before agreeing immediately
-omg what a nerd
- nervously sits next to you, rigid in his seat as your eyes suddenly open and your neck lifts from its spot on the window, a look of irritation on your face
- “Shoot, did I wake you up?” You blink in a daze at the captain in the seat next to you, still half-asleep as your head plops down on the raven-haired boys shoulder
- “Sorry, do you mind? The window’s killing my neck.”
- Kuroo.exe has crashed
- “Nope! Nope, no not at all!”
- “Ahah what a siMp-” “Yaku don’t ruin this for him.”
- before he can death glare his team, he notices how cold your skin was from the arm that grazed his, quirking an eyebrow as he takes into account the slight trembling of your fingers
-ah. you were right under the AC.
- moves as slowly as he can to reach down into his duffel before emerging with his own jacket “(Y/N)?”
- “mm...yes?”
- “Can you sit up real quick for me?”
- holds his breath, thinking you look absolutely adorable as you sit up in a stupor, following his demand half-asleep as he manages to slip his jacket over your shoulders, allowing you to relax back into the seat and onto his shoulder
- “Better?”
- “Much.” he literally feels his breath hitch when you smile a little up at him. “You’re so warm.”
-you cuddle closer, causing Kuroo to become a blushing mess as he nervously wraps an arm around you
- “...he doesn’t care that much when I’m sleeping-” “Lev, literally no one cares”
Oikawa
- “Y/N if it’s too cold don’t eat it.” “don’t tell me what to do.”
- watches in slight amusement as you take a big bite of your anmitsu as if trying to prove a point, your eyes challenging as the dessert sweetens your mouth.
- “Cold?” A knowing smirk tickles the corner of his lips as he takes a sip of his hot coffee, knowing damn well eating ice cream in the middle of winter was a bad idea
- but you were stubborn. he liked that about you.
-before you can shake your head no vigorously, a sudden ache comes over your head, numbing it slightly as a whine slips your lips
-pretty bitch bursts out laughing through a barrage of I told you so’s, laughing receding when he sees the pout on your lips
- “you got a little something...here.” You cant fight the blush on your cheeks when his thumb swipes at the ice cream on the corner of your lip, swatting it away lightly
- “Stop. I’m not a kid.”
- “you’re right. Even kids admit when they’re wrong.”
- “what kids have you been talking to?”
- before he can retort to your witty reply, you visibly shiver from the coldness of the dessert, feeling another headache come on before Oikawa clicks his tongue
- Pretty boy stands from his seat across from you to slip his own coat over his shoulders, causing the other customers in the shop to glance over
- “my, it must be nice to be young.”
- “Oikawa...people are getting the wrong idea” when you try to slip it off, he clicks his tongue a second time before slipping it on again, fastening the clasp just below the chin so it’ll stay
- “And what if I want them to get the wrong idea?” His hands rest on your shoulders momentarily as your head tilts back to meet the eyes of your friend, brimmed with confusion
-“what-?”
-hoe wipes the ice cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, putting it in his mouth afterward as you become a stuttering mess
-smirks down at your flushed expression, feeling coldness on his tongue as his chest pounds with anticipation
- “you heard me.”
Bokuto (Scarf, not jacket...oop)
- “It’s freezing outside, y/n!” “Bokuto, for the umpteenth time, I’m fine. I have layers, see?” 
- guiltily can’t tear his eyes away from your form as you try to stop yourself from shivering, arms wrapped tightly around your figure as you remain seated to the bench for the bus. 
-“this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have messed the bus times up.”
- puts his head in his hands as he chuckles humorlessly, feeling depressed that his attempt at a hang-out that could possibly be a date blows up in his face. It was now ten pm, and the perfect day had been ruined by the cold weather and his jumbled bus times. 
- before he can enter a fit of depression, your surprisingly warm hands place themselves on his cheeks as you look at him with a stern tinge to your pupils 
- “Don’t blame yourself. This weather is the problem.” 
- nervously leans into your palms, noting how nice your hands felt against his skin before he suddenly brightens, starting to slip his scarf off
- “Akaashi’s gonna be here in ten minutes, you don’t have-” you stop immediately when Bokuto’s smile dims, snapping your mouth shut before nodding, giving him the go ahead to wrap his scarf around your neck
- becomes excited, and surprisingly gentle when his fingers graze your skin as he slips the warm cloth around your neck
- freezes, holding both ends of the scarf in either of his hands when he sees your embarrassed expression before swallowing back the lump of nervousness in his throat
- “Are you warm?” 
- “...yeah.” 
- smiles brightly as he presses his forehead against yours, causing you to gulp a little as Bokuto had pulled you closer by both ends of the scarf, your noses brushing
- “Bokuto-” “Just for a little.” 
- chuckles when he feels the skin of your forehead flare up even more in embarrassment, his fingertips grazing yours as you sat centimeters away from the most loving man on a bus bench 
- “Just a little longer, okay?” 
- “Okay.” 
Ushijima 
- “Do you have a cold or somethin’?” “Tendou you were just bullying me earlier, don’t pretend like you care.” “I’m just showing my affection for our lovely manager!” 
- daddy ushijima blinks when you sneeze into your elbow a second time, face betraying no emotion as he stalls his walking pace to meet yours as you trail into the gym with the rest of the team
- “Are you...okay?” 
- Hesitant baby can’t show emotion what a cutie 
- “The weather’s all it is. I can’t be worrying our star player at a time like this, so don’t worry, okay?” Your bright smile is a vivid contrast to the slight paleness of your skin, causing Ushijima to become analytical as he crosses his arms, standing in front of you 
- “It’s okay if you’re not.” 
- “And it’s okay if you get out on the court and get our team another win!” You spin him by his shoulders, slightly surprised he was letting you, before giving him a little push
- “Good luck!” 
- glances back at you as if he was hesitating before following your command, Tendou, who had stayed behind, whistling lowly 
- “He literally never listens to anyone but the coach.” The sly redhead draws up to you, smirking before starting his pace to follow his best friend. “Why are you so special?” 
- “Tendou, I have full control over your training schedule, don’t push it.” 
- “Mean~”
- can’t stop glancing over at you while on the court, noticing how you were trying your best to hide your sneezes and coughs as quietly as you can before he can’t take it anymore 
- so when the next time out hits, Ushijima is standing in front of your position on the bench as you scribble down on your clipboard, his team jacket with its’ #1 hanging from his grip loosely
- you sweat drop as the whole Shiratorizawa team seems to be looking on at what was happening, ignoring Tendou’s shit-eating grin “what’s up?” 
- silent for awhile, making you wait in slight anticipation for the usually stoic, talented boy. His arms move to wrap said jacket around your shaking form, kneeling down afterwards to zip it up as your face flushes 
- Now at eye-level, he meets you with an even stare. “Go to the nurse. I’ll come see you after.” 
- As you stutter out of embarrassment asking him why, he glances back as he walks back on to the court. “You told me to not be worried.” 
- You groan, listening to Tendou’s laugh as your face seems to heat up more in your hands. From fever or feelings, you couldn’t tell.
- “So that’s why you’re special.”
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discoscoob · 3 years
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Agatha All Along | Loki x Female Reader
Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who
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You and Loki are shown to your room for the night and one thing leads to another. Afterwards the truth surrounding the murders is revealed, reminding Loki of his past.
Part Six | Part Eight | Chapter Index
Words: 6.2k
Warnings: smut, oral: f receiving, loss of virginity, unprotected sex and lots of fluff
A/N: This is the first time I have written full blown smut, I hope it is okay.
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After the murder of Lady Eddison’s son, Roger, all the guests retired to their rooms for the night. You had bid your auntie and the Doctor goodnight and then the butler showed you and Loki to a guest room.
 As soon as you entered the empty room you immediately shivered and wrapped your arm around yourself as goosebumps rose across your uncovered skin. The room was cold and draughty, sending chills down your spine every time there was a harsh gust of wind from the thunderstorm outside. 
 You couldn’t see much as the only source of light was the candle stick you were holding until Loki switched on the bedside lamps, allowing you a better view of the room you would be staying in for the night. 
 Against the wall was a large four poster bed, decorated with emerald cushions and rusty red floral bedsheets, at the foot of the bed there was a fabric, sand coloured two seater couch with scatter cushions that matched the ones decorating the bed. Curtains with the same pattern, framed the large sash window which rain and wind battered against. 
 No longer needing it you blew out your candle stick and placed it down on top of a mahogany dresser, as you made your way to the window to draw the curtains. Every inch of the floor beneath your feet was covered with a traditional burgundy rug.
 As your back was turned, Loki waved his hand over the fireplace on the wall opposite the bed and lit a warm fire, to take the chill off of the draughty and unused room. The sound of the fire igniting had caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder just in time to catch the remaining trails of an emerald glow evaporate into the air.
 “Loki,” you sighed, “you’re not supposed to be using your magic.” 
 “Don’t worry, it’s just a little bit, hardly enough for them to track me by.” Loki stopped your fretting, as he approached you. “And I couldn’t have my love shivering the whole night.” 
 “That’s very thoughtful.” You whispered appreciatively, as you pulled him down for a kiss to say thanks.
 “Just promise you’ll be careful with your magic?” You asked as you pulled back, your arms encircled Loki’s waist and his yours. “I don’t want you to get taken away.”
 “I promise,” Loki whispered as he brought his palm to the side of your face, which you leaned into as his thumb stroked over your cheek. “Let’s get ready for bed.”
 You had removed your gloves, the jewels wrapped around your head and your shoes, until the only thing you were left wearing was your 1920s dress. You turned around to Loki, to find he had removed his long velvet coat, his matching silk waistcoat and bow tie, draping them all on the couch at the foot of the bed.
He was left in his loose fitting dress shirt with billowing sleeves and his braces still hung over his shoulders, holding up his fitted trousers. 
 “Loki,” you spoke and he immediately lifted his head to look at you. “I have nothing to wear for bed.”
 “I have no objections.” Loki shrugged as he slipped his braces from his shoulders, letting them fall loose around his thighs.
 Sensing your nerves in your silence, Loki grabbed his shirt by the back of its collar and dragged it over his head, shaking his long hair out of his face after doing so.
 “Put this on.” He threw the shirt to you, which you barely caught as your eyes were focused on Loki, instead of following the shirt as it flew towards you.
 You realised that this was the first time you had seen part of Loki without an article of clothing. Your gaze travelled over the pale skin of his upper body, the defined lines of his curved waist, to the lines of his hips that disappeared beneath his trousers, which his slender fingers began to unbutton.
 You blinked rapidly and took a deep breath to pull away your focus and you turned around to drag your dress over your head, leaving you in only your underwear. 
 With your back turned you weren’t aware of the way Loki’s eyes were now focused on you, as you brought your hands behind your back to unhook your bra and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor. From behind you he could just see the curve of your breast as you lifted your arms to pull his shirt over your head and let it cascade down your upper body until it reached the tops of your thighs. His scent lingered on his shirt and you couldn’t help but subtly turn your nose to your shoulder to breathe it in.
 You caught Loki staring after you turned back around but he didn’t try to cover it up by quickly diverting his eyes, instead he let himself take in the sight of you in his shirt unapologetically and you self consciously lowered your eyes to the rug beneath your bare feet. 
 “I must admit,” Loki spoke, as he made his way towards you, dressed only in his underwear. “The sight of you in my shirt is rather enticing.”
 Your breath became more shallow and your heartbeat rivalled the thunder which rumbled outside as it beat wildly against your rib cage, as Loki hooked his finger into one of the gaps between two buttons of his shirt and used it to tug you forward as he walked backwards towards the grand four poster bed. 
 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck to guide your face towards his, as his lips embraced your own. Hesitantly you let your hands rest against the skin of his bare chest, his body was warm and inviting so you wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him closer, wanting to be surrounded by his body heat to fight off the chill.
 Loki parted your lips open with his own as you felt his tongue slide into your mouth while he encouraged you to lower yourself onto the bed and he followed after you so that his upper body was draped over yours, supported by his arms which sunk into the mattress on either side of your head.
 He nudged his knee between your thighs to encourage your legs to part and allow room to accommodate his narrow hips as he lowered them to yours, you yelped into Loki’s mouth as you felt the unmistakable feel of his hard member from beneath his underwear, against your clothed pubic bone.
 At your sound, Loki immediately lifted his head and looked down at you with concern and your heart was bouncing so hard you were afraid it was going to jump straight out your mouth and you gulped in the hopes it would keep it down.
 “I- I’ve never...” You nervously confessed to Loki and you swear you could see his shirt twitch against your chest in rhythm with your heartbeat.
 “My darling,” Loki whispered as he felt your anxiety radiating off of you. He took your hand, which you hadn’t realised was shaking, into his and brought it to his lips to kiss the back of your fingers. “Do not fret, I would never make you do anything you do not wish to. We can just cuddle and go to sleep.”
 You shook your head. “No. No, please, I want to.” You told him honestly, “I’m... I’m just nervous...”
 “Are you sure?” Loki checked, “There is no rush, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
 “I’m sure. Please, Loki,” the God shushed you gently, stroking his hand over your hair, you closed your eyes as relaxing tingles slowly soothed your tense body and you felt your heartbeat begin to calm.
 “You must be relaxed.” Loki told you sternly but his voice remained a gentle whisper. 
 Your breath hitched at a sudden unexpected clap of lightning, undoing the peacefulness which Loki had brought to your body. He soothed you again, this time you kept your eyes focused on his.
 “That’s it, dear.” He praised you, and you felt your chest swell with pride.
 He lowered his lips to the top of your chest, as he brought his right hand up to the buttons of his shirt and slowly began opening them one by one. 
 As his hand reached lower buttons, his lips would follow and his long hair tickled against your bare skin as it brushed down your chest, it was resting between the valley of your breasts when Loki finally lifted his lips from just above your belly button where he had also stopped undoing his shirt, leaving the last few buttons still fastened.
 He looked at you from beneath his dark brows, causing your breath to catch in your throat, as he trailed the tips of his fingers back up your chest and along your collar bones until they travelled back down, this time nudging each side of his shirt open to reveal your bare chest to him and he hummed appreciatively.
 “So beautiful.” He whispered, bringing a smile to your lips.
 “So are you.” You replied, as you lifted your hand to his cheek and encouraged him to crawl back up your body to give you a kiss. 
 His nose nudged against your cheek, as your lips moved in unison, while his palm moved from the dip of your waist and up your ribs until it cradled the side of your breast. He brushed the pad of his thumb over your sensitive nipple, making your breath hitch and you pushed your chest into his hold ever so slightly. 
 He waved his hand and the bedside lamps switched off, leaving the flickering light of the fire and the occasional flash of lightning as the only things illuminating the room. 
 Once again, he lowered himself down your body and made himself comfortable between your open thighs, you kept your head against the pillow and your eyes closed as you felt his lips attach to the inside of your thigh as his fingers dug into them, causing a slight ticklish sensation to shoot through you, which made you squirm. 
 Your breath came out quicker the closer his lips trailed down your thighs towards your clothed heat and then you felt his fingers hook into the elastic of your underwear and he pulled them down your legs, exposing you to the airy room.
 You lifted your eyelids and raised your head off the pillow to look down at him, half his face reflected the glowing orange light of the fire, while the other half was cast in the shadows.
 “Is this still okay?” He asked you before proceeding.
 You nodded.
 “Tell me.” Loki encouraged you, not moving an inch until he was positive that you wanted to continue.
 “It’s okay,” you told him, making your voice sound as confident as you could, though it still wobbled. “Can I... can you just... hold my hand?” You nervously asked him and you saw his eyes soften in the warm glow of the fireplace.
 “Of course, my love.” Before you could even reach for it, Loki intertwined his hand with yours, slotting your fingers between each other as your hands lay over your stomach. 
 With that he returned to kissing the inside of your thighs and your head lulled back against the pillow, you felt Loki occasionally squeeze your hand as his lips neared closer to where you needed him the most, your nerves were diluting into your arousal as your needs overtook your mind.
 You let out a frustrated whine when his lips moved from one thigh to the other, just when you thought he was about to move them to your most intimate area. Loki shushed you and gently nipped your tender flesh between his teeth, causing you to gasp.
 “What do you need?” Loki rasped, knowing full well what you needed and heat flushed your cheeks and chest at the thought of actually having to ask him out loud. 
 You whined in protest, hoping that he would have mercy on you, by now you could feel your juices dripping from you and you clenched your empty walls, in an attempt to offer yourself the relief only Loki could provide.
 You gasped when you unexpectedly felt Loki’s thumb brush between your folds before he put pressure on your sensitive bud, it was the first time you had ever been touched between your legs by someone other than yourself and it instantly sent a reaction straight through you, you were so sensitive. You clenched Loki’s hand and moaned at the pleasure which shot through your stomach. 
 “More, please, more.” You desperately pleaded as you opened your legs wider for him and you heard him softly hum. 
 Your head shot up to look down at him when you felt his hot breath fan across your folds, with his spare hand he used his forefinger and middle finger to reveal your clit. Without removing his eyes from yours, he licked a stripe up your heat and then enclosed his lips around your swollen nerve, your head fell back against the pillow as a moan shot through your throat.
 He continued to work his mouth on you, bringing you pleasures you had never felt before, you were hardly even aware of your surroundings as you were swaddled in a blanket of your own arousal, the thunder and the lightening going completely unnoticed.
 You also didn’t notice him slip his middle fingers into his mouth, until he was pushing them into you and you gladly welcomed them as he curled them into a come hither motion. 
 You clenched your fingers around his as you arched your back off the mattress, beginning to feel your release stir awake at the base of your spine. Your breath became shallow as you felt a thin layer of sweat beginning to gather at your hairline. 
 “Come whenever you need, okay?” Loki instructed you, before he dived back into attending to your pleasure, and you nodded as a moan rolled up from deep within your stomach. 
 Tingles were tap dancing at the bottom of your belly while heat shot up your spine with more force each time until you cried as pleasure surged through your veins leaving pleasant thrills in its wake. You clenched your hand around Loki’s with all your might as your back elevated off the bedsheets and the crown of your head pushed into your pillow as your mouth opened in silent ecstasy.
 Loki worked you through your orgasm until it faded into a pleasant buzz and he raised his head from between your legs to look down at your blissed state.
 Your eyes were shut and your breasts heaved up and down with your pants as you caught your breath. Loki crawled up your body, leaving kisses on your bare skin as he went, until he reached your mouth and you could taste your release as he left it on your lips.
 Your fingers were trembling with the aftermath of your high, as you brought them up to comb his unruly hair behind his ear, before you opened your eyes.
 “That was... perfect.” You told him and his glossy lips curved into a prideful smile and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a faint glimmer of shyness hidden in his eyes as he momentarily diverted his gaze before he looked back down at you.
 “Would you like to continue? It’s okay if you don’t, we will do whatever you’re comfortable with.” Loki whispered, in that moment your comfort was his upmost priority.
 “I want to continue.” You told him.
 Loki left a kiss on your lips. Using one hand, while the other supported his weight above you, he began to slide his underwear down until his cock sprung free and it brushed against your lower stomach.
 Your eyes flicked downwards, catching sight of it and they widened as you looked back up at Loki.
 “We can stop any time you want,” he told you, “just because you said you want to continue, doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind.”
 You nodded, feeling yourself relax again and you gave Loki a smile that you hope conveyed how much you appreciated his patience. 
 Loki moved his hand that wasn’t holding his body up, to the base of his hard length to guide it between your soaked folds. When the head of his cock nudged against you, your legs twitched and you squirmed your hips.
 “Tell me when.” Loki told you, as he continued to coat his length in your release and arousal. 
 “Now please.” You instructed him, not wanting to give yourself too much time to think about it.
 When you felt his blunt head slowly push into your opening, you held your breath and Loki paused.
 “Darling, breathe for me.” He reminded you and you opened your eyes and stared into his, “you need to relax.”
 He brought his hand up to your hair and began stroking his fingers through it and you felt your tense muscles begin to loosen.
 “Perfect. You’re so good for me.” Loki praised you once he felt the tension leave your body.
 He continued to move his hips towards yours, gently pushing himself further into your warmth.
 You were wet enough for him to glide in with minimal resistance but the pressure was intense and felt somewhat uncomfortable. As he sank deeper into you, a slight pain began to shoot through your lower region, it wasn’t anything too unbearable but it made your eyes water and you tightly grasped the bedding beneath you in a fist.
 “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Almost there.” Loki whispered, you could already hear how his arousal changed his voice, he spoke slower as if it were harder for him to concentrate on his words and his tone was deeper and breathier.
 You felt his lips leave feather light kisses on your cheeks and finally his hips were flush with yours and both of you let out deep breaths as he rested his forehead against yours.
 You stayed like that as you panted into each other’s mouths, until eventually Loki lifted his head and he wiped his thumb under your eye to dry away your stray tears.
 You gave yourself a moment to adjust to his size and the foreign feeling, before you experimentally shifted your hips and you felt him twitch ever so slightly against your walls causing Loki to let out a small gasp.
 “I’m okay, you can move.” You told him and you brought your arms up to wrap them around his shoulders as he gently began to roll his hips against yours, the friction caused his pelvis to brush against your inflamed clit and your hips twitched. 
 Loki brought his forehead down to your shoulder and you felt his warm breath pant over your collarbone with each roll of his hips, which gently encouraged the aching to subside. 
 Your hands explored down the smooth skin of Loki’s back as it curved with each thrust and you began to roll your hips with his to create more friction. 
 Gasps escaped your mouth as a dull feeling of pleasure returned to your stomach. The head of Loki’s cock caught a spot inside you and a cry to fall from your lips as your trimmed nails dug into the flesh of Loki’s back.
 Upon your reaction, Loki began aiming to hit the spot again but with more direction and force. He found it in no time and pulled an even stronger reaction from you.
 You brought your leg up to circle his hips, his bare behind brushed against your calf with the rhythmic movements of his pelvis. Loki moved his thumb back to your neglected clit and began applying pressure as he rubbed it with circular motions, awaking even more pleasure from the pit of your stomach.
 “You feel heavenly.” Loki spoke, his voice a strained whisper through his pants as moans continued to climb from your throat.
 Your leg which was wrapped around Loki pulled him closer as you rutted your hips against his, desperately trying to increase the friction and Loki got the message and increased his pace slightly, earning another whine from you as thrills shot through your blood stream. 
 “Will you come for me again?” Loki asked as he raised his head from your shoulder. “Coat my cock in your release?”
 You whimpered as you nodded.
 You were breathing gulps of air into your lungs more than you were breathing out causing you to feel light headed, but it only increased the pleasant static feeling which covered every inch of your skin, from the top of your scalp to the tips of your toes.
 You could feel your release getting ready to pounce on you at any moment as it stirred deep in your abdomen, with a few more thrusts in the right spot and increased pressure on your most sensitive nerve, you were crying a silent scream as euphoria charged through your bones. 
 “Oh my god, Loki!” You panted.
 You were sure your nails had actually punctured the skin of his back from your intense grip. Your leg shook with the waves of pleasure and coiled so tightly around him that Loki could hardly move his hips as he chased his own release.
 You felt him grab your leg, behind your knee and he pulled it up almost bending you in half, as he increased the speed of his thrusts and you whined from the overstimulation.
 It didn’t last long as Loki finally stilled and you felt his hot release shoot against your walls as he moaned your name right next to your ear.
 Loki’s chest fell against yours, after his arms gave way beneath him and you were both reduced to a breathless pile of useless limbs. 
 Once he regained his strength, he gently slipped himself out of you causing you to whimper and he shushed you with a kiss before he rested on his back beside you and you followed his heat, curling into his side. 
 It took you a few moments to realise that the thunderstorm had passed as the only sound that filled the room was the sound of the fire crackling.
 “That was my first time too.” Loki confessed out of the blue, his voice remained soft as he didn’t want to disturb the delicate atmosphere.
 You immediately propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him with your brows knitted together.
 “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him, it wasn’t accusatory, your tone was gentle and curious.
 “I didn’t want you to worry.”
 “Worry about what?”
 “That I might not be good or have no idea what to do or hurt you.” Loki listed.
 “You were none of those things, I mean, it hurt a little,” you confessed, “but that’s to be expected. You made it the safest, most enjoyable and perfect experience and it felt... I don’t even have the words. You make me doubt it was your first time.” 
 Loki couldn’t hide his delight at your praise as he fought between a proud smirk and a bashful blush.
 “I’m just very familiar with my female form.” He admitted, reminding you of when you saw her at the temple in Pompeii.
 Suddenly a harsh knocking on the bedroom door caused your body to jerk with surprise.
 “Be at the lounge in five!” The Doctor called through the door before you heard his footsteps retreat further down the corridor and the distant sound of him knocking on the other bedrooms.
 You and Loki shared a questioning look.
 “We should get cleaned up.” Loki suggested and you looked down at the state you and Loki were in before you looked around at your discarded clothes all over the room, realising that you would need a miracle to get clean and ready within five minutes.
 ***
 You and Loki entered the lounge and everyone’s heads turned to you as they took in your disheveled states.
 Both your hairs were in a state of disarray, you were only wearing your dress and you had forgone putting anything on your feet. Loki had his shirt back on, which was halfway tucked in and halfway tucked out of his trousers  which his braces hung loosely from. 
 “Nice of you to finally join us.” The Doctor remarked, like a school teacher, and you both quietly snuck into the room as all eyes followed you, until you sat down beside your auntie.
 “I’ve called you all here, on this endless night, because we have a murderer in our midst.” The Doctor began from where he stood, with his hands clasped behind his back, in front of the large fireplace. “And when it comes to detection, there’s none finer. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Agatha Christie.”
 The Doctor left the floor open for the murder mystery novelist as he took a seat on the opposite side of your auntie, and Agatha moved to the spot where he was previously stood.
 “This is a crooked house. A house of secrets. To understand the solution we must examine them all. Starting with you, Miss Redmond.”
 All eyes in the room turned to the young socialite, who looked startled to have all the attention on her.
 “But I’m innocent, surely.” She nervously spoke, in her delicate tone, as her doe eyes bounced back and forth.
 “I think the real Robina Redmond never left London. You’re impersonating her!” Agatha accused the young woman who smiled innocently.
 “How silly! What proof do you have?” She challenged.
 “Earlier today, Miss Noble and I found this on the lawn. Right beneath your bedroom window.” Agatha started to explain as she lifted a leather bound box from the table as Miss Redmond nervously diverted her eyes in a poor attempt at appearing nonchalant. “You heard Miss Noble, her niece and Sir Loki were searching the bedrooms and panicked. You ran upstairs and disposed of the evidence.” 
 Agatha opened the box to reveal tools hidden inside, encased in a red velvet lining, tools which a thief might use.
 “You came to this house with one sole intention. To steal the Firestone!”
 “The Unicorn!” Lady Eddison gasped, her voice already strained from her crying.
 “Oh, all right then.” Miss Redmond or rather, The Unicorn, yielded, her delicate tone vanished and she spoke with a heavy cockney twang and your eyes widened at the instant switch in her demeanour. 
 “Yes, I’m the bleedin’ Unicorn!” She confessed. “I took my chances in the dark, and nabbed it!” 
 She put her hand down the front of her dress and pulled the Firestone from her chest and threw it at the Doctor, who easily caught it with one hand.
 “So she’s the murderer?” Donna gasped.
 “Don’t be so thick!” The Unicorn rolled her eyes, “I might be a thief, but I ain’t no killer.” 
 “Indeed,” Agatha agreed. “Lady Eddison... You brought the Firestone back from India, did you not? Before you met Hugh. You came home with malaria and confined yourself to this house for six months, in a room that has been kept locked ever since.” 
 You recalled the room which your auntie had been almost attacked in, which was filled with dust and cobwebs.
 “Which I rather think means... you had fallen pregnant in India. Unmarried and ashamed you hurried back to England with your confidant, a young maid, Miss Chandrakala. Forty years ago, Miss Chandrakala took your newborn baby to an orphanage, but the professor worked it out. He found a birth certificate.” 
 “Oh, that’s maiden!” You gasped, finally realising what the charred piece of paper you had found in the fireplace meant. “Maiden name!”
 “So she killed him?” Donna asked.
 “I did not!” Lady Eddison defended herself. 
 “Lady Eddison is innocent.” Agatha confirmed, “because at this point... Doctor.”
 “Thank you.” He spoke as he rose from his chair and moved back to the floor, “because at this point, when we consider the lies and the secrets, then we have to consider... It was you, Donna Noble.”
 “What?!” She choked, “who did I kill?!”
 “My auntie hasn’t killed anyone!” You defended her with crossed brows.
 “No,” the Doctor sighed, “but you said it all along, this whole thing is being acted out like a murder mystery novel. Which means... it was you, Agatha Christie.”
 “So it was Agatha all along?” You gasped with surprise.
 “She killed them?” Donna whispered.
 “No!” The Doctor sighed, “but she wrote all those brilliant, clever books! And who’s her greatest admirer? Lady Eddison!”
 “So she did kill them!” Your auntie concluded.
 “No!” The Doctor sighed again. “Last Thursday night, what where you doing?” The Doctor asked the Lady.
 “I was in the library, reading my favourite Agatha Christie novel. How is that relevant?” She asked.
 “What else happened on Thursday night?” The Doctor asked and the room fell silent as his eyes turned to the Reverend, who had remained rather quiet this whole time. “You said, in the garden this afternoon, that last Thursday night, two boys broke into your church.” 
 “That’s correct. They did, but I apprehended them.” The Reverend answered. 
 “Really?” The Doctor didn’t sound convinced. “A man of God, against two strong lads. A man in his forties? Forty years old, to be exact.”
 “Oh my god.” Lady Eddison gasped, as she realised that the Reverend sat across from her was the child she gave up, exactly forty years ago.
 “You found those thieves, Reverend. And you got angry. A proper, deep anger, for the first time in your life, and it broke the genetic lock! You changed. Oh, and then it all kicks off, ‘cause this,” the Doctor held up the Firestone, “isn’t just a jewel, it’s a Vespiform Telepathic Recorder. It’s part of you, your brain, your very essence. And when you activated, so did the Firestone. It beamed your full identity into your mind, and at the same time it absorbed the works of Agatha Christie, directly from Lady Eddison and they became a part of you. You’ve killed because that’s what you think the world is.”
 “So he killed them, yes? Definitely?” Donna asked, one final time.
 “Yes.” The Doctor confirmed.
 “Damn it, you humanzzzz!” The Reverend rose from his seat and a hostile buzzing surrounded his voice, “I am so much more than you! What’s to stop me killing you all?” 
 A purple shimmer filled the room and the Reverend transformed into the giant wasp.
 “I think that’s our cue to leave.” Loki suggested as he put his hands on either side of your shoulders and began swiftly walking towards the doors.
 “Run!” The Doctor encouraged you all to leave the room.
 “Great! Now he’s chasing us!” Your auntie cried as you all ran through the hallway and out the front entrance of the mansion.
 “Damn it, why didn’t I put any shoes on?” You whined as the tiny stones of the gravel driveway dug into the souls of your feet as you ran. You heard the sound of a car engine and looked up to find Agatha driving away, trying to get the attention of the large angry wasp.
 “Agatha what are you doing?” The Doctor shouted.
 “If I started this, Doctor. Then I must stop it.” And as she sped off, the wasp chased directly after her.
 “Come on!” The Doctor encouraged you all into an empty car parked in the drive, it’s topless design meant all the seats were wet from the rain and you sighed with discomfort as the rainwater soaked through the back of your dress as it made contact with the seat, before the Doctor sped off in the same direction Agatha went.
 “Shouldn’t we be heading back to the TARDIS?” Loki suggested.
 “Time is in flux, Loki!” The Doctor yelled above the wind and the car engine. “For all we know this could be the night Agatha Christie loses her life and history is changed, we have to ensure that doesn’t happen.” 
 The Doctor chased Agatha down a narrow country road, until you pulled up to a lake where Agatha had exited her vehicle and was stood before the body of water holding up the glowing purple Firestone.
 “Come to me, Vespiform.” She lured the alien wasp.
 “She’s controlling it!” Your auntie observed as you all climbed out of the car once the Doctor pulled it to a stop.
 “Its mind is controlled by the Firestone and Agatha’s mind is linked to it.” The Doctor explained as he ran up to her side and you all followed closely after.
 “Indeed, Doctor. If I die, then this creature might die with me.” 
 “Don’t hurt her! You’re not meant to be like this.” The Doctor tried to reason with the large wasp which hovered above you all.
 “It’s not listening.” Donna sighed and she grabbed the Firestone out of Agatha’s fist and threw it into the lake behind her and you all ducked as the wasp flew straight after it, plunging itself into the water which rippled and bubbled from the splash, as the purple glow faded beneath it and you all watched with wide eyes as the wasp never resurfaced.
 “Donna, that thing couldn’t help itself.” The Doctor sighed.
 “What else could there have been done?” She defended herself.
 Suddenly Agatha doubled over as she clutched at her stomach and her legs gave out beneath her, Donna and the Doctor quickly caught her, each holding her up by one of her arms as she continued to grunt in pain.
 “Oh, it’s the Firestone!” The Doctor cried. “It’s part of the Vespiforms mind! It’s dying and it’s connected to Agatha.” 
 You watched helplessly from the side as she collapsed into the Doctor’s arms, expecting her to die and history to change but just when you thought it was over, Agatha sighed a gasp of relief as the pain left her before she fell into a sleep.
 “It let her go.” The Doctor gasped with surprise.
 “Is she all right, though?” You asked from where you stood above them.
 “Oh, of course! The amnesia! Wiped her mind of everything - the wasp, the murders, and us. We’ve solved another riddle. The Mystery of Agatha Christie. Tomorrow morning, her car will be found by the side of the lake. A few days later she turns up at a hotel in Harrogate with no idea of what just happened. No one will ever know.” 
 ***
 Once you had all solemnly returned to the TARDIS, you and Loki retreated to your bedroom and you noticed he was being particularly quiet as he sat on the end of your bed, just staring into nothing as you removed your soaked dress and changed into some comfortable nightwear. 
 Silently you lowered yourself onto the bed and crawled up behind him, slowly as not to startle him, you rested your chin over his shoulder as you hugged your arm around his chest so his back was against your front and you placed either of your legs on each side of his hips.
 “Something is wrong.” You hummed softly into the shell of his ear, concerned over the change in his mood. “What is it?”
 “Everything that happened... It just reminded me of New York. He was controlled by a stone... Killed people. Innocent people. Just like I did.” Loki’s voice was low and his head was hung with remorse as he fidgeted with his hands on his lap.
 You shifted on your mattress, so you were no longer behind him and sat down beside him as you placed your hand over his, pausing their anxious movements.
 “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I should’ve realised.” 
 Loki remained silent and your head raced to find something to say.
 “Was... was that one of the six infinity stones?” You asked Loki, who simply shook his head.
 Another pause filled the room before you put your palm on the side of Loki’s cheek that was facing away from you and you gently guided him to turn his head.
 “Loki, look at me,” you encouraged him to lift his eyes to yours, “you’re safe here now, the mind stone isn’t controlling you anymore and what you did, that wasn’t you. I understand that because I see who you are. I’ve seen you save the world from an invasion in the Dark Ages. You’re in control now and you’re compassionate, courageous, confident... I don’t know why all the words I’m picking begin with C,” you chuckled softly to yourself, “but I feel as though I shouldn’t break the streak.”
 “Charming.” Loki added as the pain in his eyes began to fade into the playfulness which overtook it.
 “Well, there’s the confidence I mentioned,” you remarked, making Loki lower his head with a smile, “but yes, you’re right, very charming and captivating.”
 “And clever,” Loki continued and you nodded in agreement.
 “And cute,” You smiled.
 “Cute?”
 “Cute.”
 “I’ll show you cute.” Loki mumbled as he pushed your back to the mattress and gathered your wrists in his hands to pin them above your head as he attacked your neck with tickling kisses, causing laughter to bubble from your stomach as you squirmed beneath him.
 “Do you surrender?” Loki whispered lowly in your ear.
 “It’ll take a lot more than that.” You stood your ground.
 “Oh, you’re on.” Loki accepted the challenge and you realised it might be a long night yet.
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summary: just cute domestic tasks with peter parker
peter parker x stark!reader
w/c 3k
a/n - i’ve had this in my drafts for so long snd forgot to post it :)
buttoning or zipping up clothing
“hey, peter?” you called. he hummed, coming to stand in the doorway of your closet where you were getting dressed for your dad’s gala. his eyes widened as he admired the way you looked in the dark blue colour, especially how the dress fit your body so perfectly, completely in awe of your beauty.
“once you’re done drooling parker, can you zip me up?” he nodded, snapping out of his lovesick daze and walking over to you. his hands touched your bare back shyly and you jumped, throwing a look over your shoulder. peter pulled away instantly, scared he’d done something wrong.
“your hands are cold.” you giggled. his heart warmed at the sound of your adorable laugh, the boy falling even more in love with you, if that was even possible. he moved his hands back to your skin and revelled in the sound of your laugh again as his cold fingertips brushed your warm body.
he tugged the zip up, gently moving your hair so it rested over your shoulder. the lightly touch of his fingertips made you shiver, a cheeky grin spreading across his face that you couldn’t see.
“all done.” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder.
“you look so pretty.” you blushed, turning to face your boyfriend, finally taking note of how good he looked in his suit. you whistled lowly, raking your eyes up and down his form, clad in a smart black suit and a blue tie that matched your dress.
“you look so good, wow.” it was now his turn to flush pink, his cheeks becoming rosy and making him look even cuter.
“we’re gonna be the hottest couple there.”
“gonna take everyone’s breath away, you’re so gorgeous.” he placed a few more kisses on your shoulder, trailing up your neck and jaw, right until he reached your lips.
“you’re perfect.”
putting on their necklace
“hi.” you smiled, leaning your head around the doorframe to look at peter seated on your bed.
“hi.” he laughed.
“i need your help again.” you whined. watching him stroll over to you with a smile.
“what’s up?” he asked, leaning his cheek on your shoulder, nose nudging against the skin of your neck.
“i can’t get my necklace on.” you pouted. he kissed your pout away, your lips following his when he pulled back, peter let out a beautiful laugh, one that made your heart yearn for his lips even more.
“later.” he said. he took the piece of silver jewellery from your hands, asking you to turn around. with one hand he tried to lift all of your hair out of his way, finding himself utterly unsuccessful. laughter bubbled up in your throat that you tried to stifle, not wanting to embarrass him for merely trying to help you.
to aid him you lifted your hair out of the way for him, giving him access to your neck and upper back. a ‘thank you’ slipping past his lips.
he brought the two ends of the necklace together and easily clipped them on, a scoff slipping past your lips at how easy that was for him.
“how did you do that so quickly?” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“magic hands i guess.” you smirked at the underlying dirty meaning, seeing peter’s features contort into a confused look, your heart soaring at his innocence.
“what?” he asked, his adorable cluelessness showing through. you cupped both of his cheeks and gently kissed his lips, grinning after seeing the tips of his ears turn pink.
“nothing baby.” you giggled. you heard your dad call your names, prompting you to take peter’s hand and lead him downstairs to the gala, where the night would truly begin.
any hair touching at all
study dates with peter were some of your favourite kinds of dates. even though you couldn’t count how many times you’d been scolded for pda or been kicked out for laughing too much.
mj and ned didn’t particularly enjoy accompanying you on them, at least not that they let you know, but secretly your friends were your biggest supporters. they thought you were utterly perfect for eachother. it had grown late, ned waving a goodbye as he had to go home, mj following shortly after.
that left you and peter, you weren’t really studying anymore, just watching how his eyes drooped as he tried to keep up with his biology work.
“pete.” he hummed in response, eyes snapping open to pretend like he hadn’t been half asleep.
“why don’t we go home?” he shook his head, his curls falling loose around his forehead.
“need to finish this.” he grumbled. you sighed, pouting at the sight of your tired boyfriend. you reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes, gently scratching behind his ear. he practically purred, his eyes fluttering shut, pushing into your hand for more.
“we can go back to my house and you can take a nap, come on.” he huffed, reluctantly packing away his stuff and standing up from his seat. you’d already texted your dad a few minutes earlier, asking him to send happy to pick you both up. little did you know, your dad had decided to come for himself, watching the cute form of affection between you and peter through the window and as much as he hated seeing his baby girl grow up, he was happy you’d found someone as amazing as peter.
you kissed his head, running your fingers through his hair, watching as he almost fell asleep on your shoulder.
“c’mon hunny.” you laced your fingers with his, pulling him with you to head outside. your eyes widened seeing your dad, giving him a quick hug and a greeting.
“what’re you doing here?”
“i’m not busy tonight, so i uh thought we could all watch a movie together, get some food.” you smiled. you hadn’t spent much time with your dad lately, him and peter had been busy in the lab, so you were more than happy to accept his offer.
“think peter might pass out though.” you giggled, looking at the boy whose eyes were closed resting on your shoulder. your dad laughed, nodding his head.
“let’s go home.”
giving them a bite of your food and you feed it to them off your own fork
as soon as you got back to your dad’s penthouse, peter all but collapsed on the couch and passed out, a giggle bubbling in your throat.
“well, i’ll order food, you pick a movie and sort the kid out.” you nodded, heading to your dad’s dvd collection. you ended up picking one of your favourite disney movies, setting it up on the large tv before trying to wake your boyfriend.
“peter, hunny?” he opened his heavy eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them with the back of his hands.
“we’re getting food, are you hungry?” he shook his head.
“i’ll just have some of yours.” you nodded, kissing his head and telling him to make himself comfy. you went and grabbed him a blanket, coming back and laying it carefully over his sleepy body.
after your food arrived you woke peter up, letting him lay his sleepy head in your lap.
“pete, do you want some?” he lifted his head from your lap, looking at your outstretched fork and nodding. peter took a bite, you moving your fork back afterwards, peter mumbling a quiet thank you. your dad chuckled at the two of you, feeling slightly like a third wheel in his own home.
“even me and pepper aren’t this touchy.” you scoffed, shooting him an accusing look.
“you so are!” you defended, peter chuckling quietly. your dad shook his head, showing you his hand sassily.
“i’m the adult, so I automatically win.” you gasped, glaring at him.
“don’t abuse your power.”
“too late.” he laughed. peter watched the interaction with a smile, knowing you’d been missing spending time with your dad lately. the night ended with you falling asleep on peter, missing the end of the movie. after it was over he offered to clean up but your dad brushed it off, telling him to take you to bed.
peter hoisted you up into his arms, his super strength making you feel like a feather. he gently laid you in your bed, tucking you under the covers and kissing your head. watching as you shifted until you were comfortable.
“thank you, peter.” he jumped slightly, turning around to see your dad in the doorway. peter furrowed his eyebrows.
“what for?” he asked.
“taking care of my baby girl.” he patted peter’s back before leaving without another word. your hand suddenly reaching for your boyfriend.
“come cuddle.”
catching their eye from across the room
“loverboy’s staring again.” your friend nudged you, pointing over in your boyfriend’s direction. you turned your head and locked eyes with him. his big, brown, puppy dog eyes sparkling as he looked at you.
he had a goofy smile on his smile as he looked at you, ignoring ned’s attempts at trying to talk to him while he was in an almost trance.
peter’s smile was contagious, a similar one breaking out onto your face. you tried to hold back your blush, not wanting to get teased by any of your friends for being utterly smitten for peter parker.
he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, watching you admiringly from the other side of the cafeteria, a longing look of adoration in his eyes.
“peter!” ned finally called loud enough, the boy in question snapped out of his daydream and looked at his friend, initiating in conversation momentarily to find what he wanted, before turning his head and going to look back at you.
his face dropped when he noticed you were gone, a frown sneaking onto his lips as his eyes searched for you.
your arms wrapped around his neck, hands resting on his chest.
“you need to stop staring.” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. his grin returned, turning his head to the side to see your beautiful face.
“i can’t help it, my girl’s just so pretty.” you blushed.
“your girl, huh?” peter’s eyes widened, shaking his head and stuttering out his response.
“uh, i-i didn’t-“
“peter, i’m kidding.” he rolled his eyes, moving over for you to sit next to him. ned made a quiet gagging noise, a giggle slipping past your lips as peter scolded him. you laid your head on peter’s shoulder, lacing your fingers with his underneath the lunch table.
“maybe i should stare more often if we end up like this.”
picking fuzz off their clothing
you felt his stare on your face, turning to look at him and catch him in the act of staring.
“c-can you help me?” he looked up, holding the two sections of his tie with an adorably confused face.
“c’mere.” he shuffled over, watching your face intently as you tied his neck tie for him.
“when did you learn to do this?” he asked, curiously.
“before dad and pep started dating, he could never tie his tie for all the parties and things, so i learned.” peter stared at you in awe, finding you absolutely adorable.
“you’re so cute.” you blushed slightly, finishing the knot and pecking his lips.
“you look really good.” he became his old blushing self again.
“t-thank y-you.” you grinned, checking over his blazer and picking a small piece of fluff off his shoulder. you brushed a few more of his right sleeve and gave him a soft smile.
“i think you’re all good to go.”
“it sucks that you can’t come.” you frowned, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder.
“i know, but you can always come back here later.” he nodded, kissing your forehead.
“are you sure i look okay?” he asked again, nervously. you rolled your eyes.
“yes, pete it’s going to be fine.” your dad was taking peter on a small mission, going undercover to try and track down some guys. peter was freaking out, wanting to impress your dad and scared he wouldn’t be able to do so.
“y/n?” you turned your head and greeted your dad with a smile, laughing at the material in his hands.
“i thought you would’ve learned by now.” he shrugged, letting you tie the silky material the same way you did for peter.
“there, all done.” he thanked you, kissing your temple and leaving the room, telling peter to follow behind.
“have fun you two.” you waved them off, watching your dad guide peter to the car. “and please don’t die.” your dad rolled his eyes and peter’s widened.
“no promises kiddo.”
“dad!” you yelled. “mr stark?” peter questioned, in sync to your yelling.
“i’m kidding, god get a sense of humour.”
sitting in the same room working on different things together in silence
you and peter always found it comfortable to just be around eachother, even when you weren’t doing anything. right now you were working on math homework, him on physics and the atmosphere was peaceful.
he was sitting in his desk chair, turned slightly so he could still see you, but so he could still work at his desk. you were laying on his bed on your stomach, head resting on your hand.
you’d occasionally lose focus and just admire your boyfriend, how his left eyebrow rebelled, how his lips moved while reading, the little dimple in between his eyebrows when he got confused.
“can feel you staring.” he lifted his head, a slight blush coating his cheeks.
“you’re just really pretty, can’t help it.” you explained like it was obvious. peter was guilty of doing the same to you, he’d watch as you worked out ridiculously hard math questions that he could never do, he watched as you’d pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you got stuck, or how you’d chew on the end of your pencil.
“c’mere, come sit with me.” he opened his arms out for you, letting you crawl into his lap on his desk chair.
“are you stuck?” he shook his head no, a sigh coming from you.
“jus’ wanted to hold you.” he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your temple and returning to his work.
the two of you stayed sitting like that for a while. you watched peter work, occasionally pressing kisses to his head that made him blush every time.
“i need to go finish my homework, pete.” he whined, nuzzling his face in your neck and tightening his grip on your waist.
“don’t leave me.”
“ ‘m not leaving you, just going over there.” he shook his head, keeping his grip on you tight.
“peter.” you whined.
“nope, not letting you go.”
teaching them how to do something
“no, like this pete.” you giggled, you were currently trying to teach peter to box, as weird as it sounds, you didn’t trust any of the other avengers to go easy on him.
“this is so hard, y/n.” he pouted. you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.
“we’ll just keep practicing, you got this.” he nodded. peter parker was not one to give up easily, so he was definitely going to try.
you kept slowly talking him through the moves, holding up your gloved hands in front of your face.
“i don’t wanna hurt you.” you rolled your eyes.
“you won’t.”
“but what if i miss?” he asked, with the cutest puppy eyes.
“you won’t.” you reassured, quickly kissing him and moving back into position.
“do it pete.” he took the first jab and decided it wasn’t as bad as he had originally thought. this continued for a little while, occasional comments on how to better his tactics or posture to help him out.
bucky and sam had entered the training room by the time you and peter were finishing up in the ring.
“kick his ass y/n!” sam yelled, laughter bubbling in your throat.
“last one pete.” he took one final, rather strong, jab at your gloves and you cheered, congratulating him on his first proper boxing session.
“i did it.” you laughed. the boy smiled, wrapping his arms around you.
“now try it with bucky.” he looked at the scary super soldier and gulped. you laughed loudly, shoving his shoulder.
“i’m kidding, but he’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt you anyway.”
“he could crush me with one finger, y/n.” you giggled.
“now you’re sweaty, get off.” peter pouted, nuzzling his face in your neck.
“that was mean.”
“but you love me anyway.” you teased.
“yeah, i do.”
doing something for them because their hands are full
“dad please?” you begged, pouting as he tried to turn you away from the lab, telling you he wanted no pda or distractions to deal with.
peter was on your side, finding he actually worked better in your presence.
“fine, fine, but please let him work.” you nodded, grin forming on your lips as you kissed your dad’s cheek.
“thank you!” you ran into the lab and took a seat at the workbench, a little way down from peter so you wouldn’t distract him, but could still watch him work. you ignored your dad’s eye roll, he’d told you many times not to run in his lab and here you were, still doing it.
“y/n?” peter mumbled, words muffled from the screwdriver that was hanging from his mouth. you nodded, pushing yourself up and walking over to where he was seated.
tony was watching like a hawk, his protective dad instincts kicking in at seeing his baby girl so close to a boy. even if he trusted peter with his life, he was also weary about his baby getting hurt in any way.
tony felt slightly bad for thinking you’d be a distraction to peter at first, now seeing that you were a huge help to him fixing his web shooters.
you took the blue handled screwdriver out of his mouth, a ‘thank you’ coming from him.
“can you put this on for me, i can’t do it in myself.” you nodded, letting him slip the web shooter on your wrist and lay it in his lap. you admired his concentration face, the way his brows pulled tightly together in focus.
“can you pass me that other screwdriver?” you nodded, reaching over the desk and handing him the red handled one, keeping your wrist tightly secured in his hand so he could properly fix the tech.
“and, done.” he grinned, pressing a sneaky kiss to your lips while he thought your dad wasn’t looking.
“thank you for helping me baby.”
“of course.”
grocery shopping together
“can i actually rely on you?” he asked, subtly glaring at you.
“yes dad, stop being dramatic.” you rolled your eyes, taking the list from his outstretched hand.
“i’m trusting you both, okay?” your dad asked, unsure about the grins on yours and peter’s faces. he looked between you both one more time before handing you some cash and shooing you away.
“move, come on, i don’t have all day.” you left your home with a goodbye, waving to your dad as you and peter started your journey to the grocery store.
“so, we get the stuff on his list and then leave okay, no messing around.” he pointed his finger at you accusingly.
“i won’t do anything.” you said.
“promise?”
“not sure i can.” you teased, already rushing ahead of your boyfriend in the store. he rolled his eyes at your childishness as he tried to catch up with you.
“y/n, come on.” peter felt like he was leading a child around the store, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you into him.
“we gotta get this stuff.” he motioned to the list your dad had given you.
“live a little pete, come on, he’ll never know.” peter sighed.
“but i’ll be the one in trouble.” he pouted. you rolled your eyes and cupped his jaw.
“he loves you, don’t worry.” you wrapped your arms around him.
“can we please have fun?”
“fine.”
time had flown while you and peter were simply just enjoying yourselves, taking the groceries home to be met with a very impatient looking, tony stark.
“where have you both been?” your faces dropped, sending your dad a sheepish smile as you tried to hand him the groceries he’d asked for.
“we were getting your stuff.”
“for 3 hours?” he asked. he sighed and brushed it off.
“can i atleast have my change?” he held his hand out towards you.
“about that, uh-“ you started, only to be cut off by your angry father.
“i gave you almost a hundred dollars.”
“and we used it very wisely to, go get food.” you whispered the last part to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear.
“what!”
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mimisempai · 2 years
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Let me take care of you
Summary:
Sam can finally enjoy a well-deserved vacation, exhausted he finally returns to his home. Never has the proverbial "home sweet home" seemed more true than at this moment.
Day 11 : Fireplace Cuddles
Notes:
Bucky taking care of Sam, probably one of my favorite tropes.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35645737
711 words - Rating G
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The first thing that struck Sam when he walked in, was the warmth of their home after facing the December cold outside.
He was home.
"Sam, is that you, doll?"
It was Bucky's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Were you expecting someone else?" replied Sam wryly.
Before Sam had even finished his sentence, Bucky had poked his head out of the kitchen with a sweet smile, "Are you officially on vacation now?"
Sam nodded, and exhaled a sigh of relief.
Finally home. Bucky, always knowing what Sam needed, wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him close in a comforting embrace.
The embrace that said you're home
Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of Sam's head before suggesting, "Why don't you go take a nice hot shower? I have plans for us tonight."
Sam growled, "I don't want to do anything tonight, Bucky."
Bucky slowly stroked his back with his large hands.
"Shhh doll, I know, but trust me. Okay?"
Sam, exhausted, nodded against him.
After his shower, Sam dressed in Bucky's sweatpants and hoodie. It was too big for him but it had his scent. It was the comfort he needed.
The feeling of being home.
He walked to the living room and stopped in the doorway. While he was gone, Bucky had decorated the room for the Christmas season. A Christmas tree adorned one corner of the room, the strings of lights giving off a soft glow that complemented the fire in the fireplace, whose comforting warmth Sam could feel. On the coffee table, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate if Sam trusted the aroma that was diffused in the room.
He was home.
When Sam came into the room, Bucky turned and a smile lit up his face.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly, walking over to Sam and pulling him toward the couch. They both sat down, Sam with his head against Bucky's chest as Bucky wrapped his arm around him.
He was home.
"You did all this for me?" asked Sam softly.
"For you, for us. You worked hard, love. I think you deserve all of this," He placed another kiss on Sam's forehead before draping a blanket around them both.
"You're too good for me," Sam said as he lifted his head to place a light kiss on his chin.
Bucky smiled as he handed him one of the cups of hot chocolate.
After taking a sip, Sam let his head rest on Bucky's shoulder as he let his gaze fall on the fire.
He was home.
Together in front of the fire, they discussed what Sam had done as Captain America, what Bucky had done while Sam was away, their plans for Christmas. A quiet conversation interrupted by kisses, caresses, laughter, silence, comforting, far from the outside world.  Bucky wanted to get up to tend the fire, but Sam held him back and whispered, "Stay."
"But the fire..." protested Bucky unconvincingly.
"I don't care. At worst we have electric heaters and if not, just hold me tighter."
Bucky chuckled and obeyed. It was rare for Sam to demand things for himself and it certainly wasn't Bucky who was going to deny him that.
"Okay, your wishes are my orders."
"Hm, be careful, I could get used to this." stated Sam, leaving a trail of kisses down the throat of Bucky who moaned with pleasure. Bucky's hand slipped under Sam's hoodie to feel his bare skin under his fingers, making Sam shiver as he groaned, "Well, what's the point of warming me up if it's going to give me the chills afterwards." but the way he pushed himself into Bucky's hand belied his point. So Bucky left his hand where it was and pressed another kiss to Sam's forehead. He felt his lips curl into a smile against his chest. He continued his hypnotic caresses on Sam's skin and gradually he felt his body getting heavier against his and regular puffs of air against his chest. He leaned over a little and saw that Sam had his eyes closed, his face relaxed from which Bucky was the only privileged witness.
He pulled the blanket up over Sam's shoulders and also letting himself feel the quietude of the moment, he whispered, "Welcome home Sam."
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As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰
SamBucky Christmas series : here
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sunarinexe · 3 years
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haikyuu boys looking after their sick s/o ♡
ft: oikawa t. , bokuto k. , kenma k. , atsumu m. , kuroo t.
tooru oikawa ~
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omg caring boyf!
very lightly scolds you for not looking after yourself, to which you look at him like 😐
boy cant say shit
overall very good at looking after you and knows exactly how to cheer you up!
gets pouty when you say you cant cuddle because then he might get sick :(
it was lowkey tooru's fault that you were sick in the first place. you were supposed to meet him at the school gates after his practice. when you arrived there were a few grey clouds in the sky but you didn't think much of it as you weren't supposed to be waiting that long.
But after about 10 minutes of waiting, you felt little rain droplets land on your head. Not even 5 minutes later, the light rain had turned into a full blown storm. You ran to a shelter, but your uniform was already soaked. You could already feel shivers running up your spine as you tried to dry yourself and preserve your body heat.
By the time Tooru found you, you were shaking from the cold but you're cheeks and forgead were burning up. "y/n-chan! oh god, are you okay? you're soaking!" you were so frustrated with him for taking this long but all you wanted was to go home. you looked up at tooru as he brushed your damp hair out of your face. " i was waiting for your practice to end but you were probably doing extra practice again, weren't you?" you challenged him. tooru's eyes widened and he pulled you into a hug. "come on, let's get you home baby".
As soon as you walked throught the door, you were stripped of your damp uniform and ushered into a warm shower. You felt a little better afterwards but your nose and eyes were still pretty watery and your fever wasnt going down much.
Tooru wrapped you in a blanket burrito for your shivering body and pressed a cool damp cloth against your forehead for your fever. With some of your favourite snacks next to you on a coach and a cheesy sci-fi movie on the tv, you leaned against Oikawa with his arm draped around your shoulder. He patted your head every now and then with the occasional head kiss until you fell asleep.
(side note: he carried you to bed and tried to cuddle up and nap with you, but you woke up and told him he wouldn't be able to play volleyball if he got sick. that shut him up real quick but wouldn't make his pout go away 🥺)
koutarou bokuto ~
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would be SO pouty if you didnt show up for school one day bc u were sick
leaving poor akaashi to deal with his slump :(
originally tried to leave school to come see you but you said you would lock your door if he left 🥺
he just wants to help
would literally BOLT to your house as soon as he could
"BABY WHERE ARE YOU?!"
You were woken from your nap to a bang of your front door and Kou shouting for you. However, due to your sore throat you couldnt really answer, so you sort of just waited for him to find you like a puppy. You could hear his heavy footsteps running around the house, opening every door looking for his beautiful s/o.
When your bedroom door flew open, you saw a disheveled Bokuto, his uniform a mess and his hair droopy. His eyes lit up when he saw you and a big grin formed on his face. "BABY! OH MY GOSH I WAS SO WORRIED ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED ANYTHING??" he yelled rushing towards you and jumping onto your bed next to you to embrace you. Not hearing an answer, he looked up at you with some confusion. "Baby?". You sighed and pointed to your throat, indicating you couldn't talk without it hurting. Don't worry because Bokuto is a firm believer that kisses and cuddles are the best medicine for any sickness! He talked your ear off while holding you close, chatting about his day and his teachers and how he landed a killer spike in practice, all the while you hummed and traced random shapes on his chest.
(side note: dont even try to tell kou you cant cuddle because you're sick. this man will NOT listen)
kozume kenma ~
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pls he probs wouldnt even notice you werent watching their practice until kuroo or lev pointed it out
that's weird you caught the train to school with him this morning?
he'd text you after practice asking you were you were to which you replied "oh i went home bc i threw up in the bathroom lmao im ok tho 🥰"
he didn't believe you were okay for a second you just didnt want him to worry.
hed stop by a convenience store on the way to your house to pick up some snacks and drinks you like for when you feel better.
and just rocks up to your door unannounced 🤪
"kenma? what are you doing here?" you asked the boy stood awkwardly at your front door. kenma knew he was right, you definitely didnt look okay. you were pretty pale and wrapped up in layers of jumpers and blankets but you looked sweaty at the same time.
without saying anything, he gently pushed you to your bed after shutting the door behind him. he took off his backpack and school blazer and v-neck, laying them on your desk chair. he took out the bag of goodies and his game from his backpack and sat against the headboard of your bed, all without saying anything. you were about to question him again when you were pulled backwards and laid down in between his legs, your back against his chest and his head sat softly atop of yours. gently wrapping his arms around you, with his game in his hand, you watched him play quietly, sometimes asking questions about it which he happily answered and even offered you a go as long as you didnt mess up his score. every once in a while, hed feed a snack into your mouth while watching you play in his lap. <3
atsumu miya ~
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this dude turned up at your front door like he did every morning to walk to school with you and samu.
however, when you came outside in your uniform, he immediately noticed you were most certainly NOT well.
mother fucker hoisted you over his shoulder and walked you back inside, all the while shouting to samu to 'cover for him at school'
the audacity of this bitch
after realizing what was happening, you started punching tsumu's back and ordering him to put you tf down. "sorry doll, but i wouldnt be much of a good bf if i let 'ya go to school sick, now would i?". you just went limp in his arms and accepted your defeat.
he took you into the kitchen and sat you on the countertop, giving you a quick peck on your nose before turning round and rummaging around in cupboards to find medicine. after finding the right one, he coaxes you into taking it because apparently "'ya may be his baby but 'ya cant act like one when you're the same age as him" (🙄).
proceeds to try and cook you some nice food but apparently he doesnt share his twin's cooking talent. so he sheepishly orders delivery after you convinced him to give it up. carries you up to bed AGAIN even though you tell him you're perfectly capable of walking up the stairs. throws pyjamas at you and orders you to change while he just changes it to what was supposed to be today's practice clothes, which reminds you to scold him for ditching school. pulls you onto his lap and shuts you up with a kiss. keeps trying to make out with you but you tell him you cant because you're sick. acts SUPER pouty about it but practically chucks you off of his knee onto the floor when he hears the doorbell for the food.
tetsuro kuroo ~
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was high-key very worried when you didnt show up at your date as planned.
got scares and ran to your house to see if u were okay
(has a spare key aw)
he quietly called out your name to see if you were there.
not getting a response he cracked open your bedroom door to see you curled up under the covers fast asleep with the curtains closed despite it being 1pm.
after rubbing your eyes to wake up properly, you checked your phone. you tensed up after seeing the time and loads of missed calls and texts from 'tetsu <3'. you slapped your forehead, cursing yourself even though it wasnt really you're fault. you just get extremely tired when you're sick and tend to sleep a lot.
you jumped up out of bed, trying to ignore the dizziness in your head as you frantically searched for some clothes. however, darkness clouded your vision for a few seconds and you fell out cold onto your bedroom floor.
you woke up for a second time to tetsu's worried face and him shaking you awake. you stared back groggily at him. "tetsu... TETSU?!" you cried, your eyes shooting open. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IM SORRY FOR BEING LATE WE CAN STILL GO OUT RIGHT?". Kuroo looked at you super confused. "kitten, why are you apologising? you can't help that you were sick and no absolutely not we cant go out you're staying here you clearly need rest." he said while picking you up bridal style and tucking you back into the bed covers. "now wait here, i made your favourite, let me go get it before it does cold"
babyed you when he came back, blowing on your food if it was hot and feeding it to you. constantly giving you little pecks. when you finished he put the dishes in the kitchen sink, opting to wash up when you fell asleep again which he was determined to be in his arms this time <3
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cuddlepilefics · 3 years
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Funny Cat Videos
Fandom: Stray Kids
Sickie: Minho
Caregivers: Jisung, Felix
Prompt: Persistent Sniffles @sicktember
No one’s POV.:
Minho had caught a runny nose about a week ago. He didn’t really feel sick at all and he knew his nose had always been sensitive, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if the weather changes were messing with it. The temperatures had dropped significantly last week and it had been rather windy since then. Already used to being a bit sniffly during the colder seasons, Minho didn’t think he had caught a cold, so he didn’t let his runny nose stop him from going over his day as usual. He’d just have to make sure to take some tissues everywhere he went. The group too knew that little quirk of his and didn’t think much of their friend’s sniffles. They had a few practices together till lunch, during which Minho was fooling around with his dongsaengs as usual. He even promised to meet up with Jisung again after their separated practices in the afternoon, to go for a walk and take some pictures before the seasons would change entirely. They split up after lunch and Minho went to the practice room with Hyunjin and Felix to work on some choreographies. It all was well and they had a lot of fun, at least in the beginning. The longer they continued dancing, the more run-down Minho felt. He usually had more stamina than that but wasn’t all too surprised to be more out of breath as his nose was slowly closing up. “Hyung, do you want to go home?”, Hyunjin offered. They had just struck the ending pose before Minho doubled over with his hands on his knees, panting. His lips were chapped already from only breathing through his mouth. The older shook his head, breathing: “I’b fide, just ndeed to catch mby breath.” – “Come on, you sound so stuffed up and we’ve already been at it for hours. We’d go home in a bit more than an hour anyway, so let’s just head back a bit early”, Felix frowned, surprised when Minho gave in and nodded.
They took their time to drink some water and stretch before, packing their things and throwing on their hoodies. Felix also texted Jisung that he might need to postpone his plans with Minho for the evening. He also secretly shot a picture of the older and sent it to Jisung, who agreed that their hyung looked a little worse for wear and told the Aussie that 3racha had actually gone back to the dorm an hour ago. There was construction work in the part of the building where the studios were located and they found their dorm to have less background noise at the moment. Felix smiled at the thought of having their friends back already. Way too often did they stay at the studio till the early morning hours, so this was a pleasant change. The three dancers made their way back mostly silent, apart from Minho’s frequent sniffles. The wind had picked up, making his nose run and eyes water. At this point, he wasn’t so sure about not having caught a cold anymore. The fatigue a strong indicator, as dancing didn’t usually take that much out of him. The longer they walked through the cold wind, the more aware Minho became of a few things. He felt weak and exhausted, shuddering from time to time as the wind penetrated the fabric of his hoodie. Sure, he had been dancing for a while but it wasn’t enough to explain why he felt so sore. All he wanted now was a hot shower, maybe a cup of tea and to curl up in his bed. Yeah, he had probably caught a cold, he figured.
Minho sluggishly stumbled into the dorm, kicking off his shoes. His eyes fell on the trio sitting at the dining table with sheets of papers scattered around Chan’s laptop. That was when he remembered, he had promised to take Jisung out as soon as they got home. A shiver ran down his spine and he rubbed his arms in an attempt to generate warmth, dreading the thought of having to go out again. Hyunjin had gone straight to his room to get changed while Felix sat down next to Chan, who looked at the quiet Minho and mused: “You were a lot more upbeat a few hours ago.” – “That was whend I could still breathe through mby ndose”, the dancer sniffled, giving a soft cough afterwards. Feeling to tired to stand, he sat down at the table too and was soon joined by Seungmin and Jeongin, who had gotten back mere minutes before the dance-line. “You sound rough”, Jisung smiled sympathetically, as his hyung crossed his arms on the table and rested his head on top of them, whining: “I’b so condgested, I cad’t evend swear properly ‘bout how bad I feel.” – “Oh, my gosh, what a tragedy!”, Seungmin mocked, smiling innocently when his hyung lifted his head to glare at him through watery eyes. “I dond’t appreciate that sarcasmb”, Minho pouted, dropping his head onto his arms again with a pathetic sniffle. Jisung got up and rounded the table, resting a hand on the older’s back and whispering: “Come on, you’ll feel a lot better after taking a shower.” Felix had been completely right earlier, there was no way the rapper would drag his friend outside in this condition.
Minho brought his sweater-paw up to his face and pressed his fabric-covered knuckles against his itching nose, sniffling while Jisung pulled him to the bathroom, promising: “I’ll get you some comfy clothes, hyung. Just go and warm up, yeah?” A hot shower sounded way too tempting for the dancer to argue and he slowly peeled off his sweaty practice clothes. Sighing as the hot water soothed his achy muscles, Minho relaxed his tense shoulders and tried to breathe deeply, so the steam would help clear him up a bit. He heard the bathroom door open and close again a short time after and when he poked his head out of the shower, he found his favorite sweater along with his warmest sweatpants on the sink. Jisung really knew him too well. Minho didn’t want to leave the shower but he knew his dongsaengs wanted to wash up as well, so he forced himself out and hurried to towel off and put on his clothes before he could get cold again. The shower had really helped him to feel better and he could at least breathe through his nose a little. The only downside was that he felt incredibly sleepy and knew he still had plans for the evening. He felt guilty, especially after Chan had pointed out that he wasn’t as upbeat anymore, and worried about ruining Jisung’s fun during their walk later.
Minho went back to the living room to ask the younger at what time he was planning to head out but Jisung was nowhere to be seen. Felix sat where the rapper had sat earlier and got up when his hyung approached them, frowning: “Hyung, your hair is dripping.” – “Where’s Sungie?”, the older asked as Felix dragged him back to the bathroom to properly towel-dry his hair. “Jisung is waiting in your room for you. There you go, that’s better. I’ll make you some tea”, he smiled when he was satisfied the older’s hair was only slightly damp. Minho nodded and shuffled to his room, while Felix made his way to the kitchen to fix his hyung a cup of tea. Dropping onto his bed next to Jisung, the dancer rested his face in his hands for a moment and sniffled before looking at his dongsaeng blearily. “I’m sorry, I’m not as upbeat as this morning. When do you want to head out, so I can change into something more fashionable in time?”, Minho rasped, feeling more drained as the minutes ticked by. The younger looked at him with a shocked expression before asking: “You don’t really think I’m dragging you out like this? It’s totally fine that you’re tired and I didn’t make you put on something comfy only to change again.” – “Oh”, the dancer hummed, too out of it to really catch on.
There was a knock at the door before Felix entered, placing a steaming cup on Minho’s nightstand. “How do you feel, hyung?”, the Aussie frowned, taking the opportunity of Minho lifting his head to look at him to feel his forehead, “You feel a bit warm to me.” – “Ndo, I’b cold”, the older argued, “I’b jus’ stuffed up ad tired.” Hugging him for warmth, Jisung cooed: “Do you need company?” He himself always preferred to have a cuddle buddy when he wasn’t at his best and he knew the same was true for Felix, so they wouldn’t mind hanging around their friend. “I dond’t want you to catch mby cold”,Minho muttered sadly, wishing at least one of them would stay. He was dead tired but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, since he had always struggled to sleep when his nose was blocked. From experience he could tell, he’d just keep tossing and turning restlessly. Hugging him tighter, Jisung pouted: “Shame, that’s exactly what I came here for.” – “Wait, really?”, Minho asked confused, causing both his dongsaengs to laugh. “No hyung, I’m joking but I really don’t care. I don’t mind keeping you company even if that means taking a risk”, the rapper explained, moving aside, so the older could lay down. “Same goes for me”, Felix smiled, “For now, I’m going to take a shower but I’ll check on the two of you later.”
Once the Aussie had left, Jisung settled with his back against the headboard, Minho instantly rolling onto his side to hide is face against the rapper’s thigh. “Want to try and sleep already? I could wake you for dinner”, the younger offered. The dancer shook his head, sniffling: “I cand’t really sleep when I’b sick. Mbaybe we could watch sombethi’g.” Jisung nodded and went to retrieve his hyung’s laptop from his desk. He knew the older loved funny cat videos and it would hopefully take his mind off his misery for some time, at least till dinner. Afterwards, he’d try to convince him to sleep. Minho got comfortable with his head on Jisung’s lap, while the younger absentmindedly played with his damp hair. The soothing action almost made the dancer drift off to sleep and he drowsily closed his eyes, when the door opened. Felix had finished his shower and quietly slipped into the room, a tissue-box under his arm. “Hey, I thought you might need this”, he whispered, placing it down on the nightstand before climbing over his hyung and cuddling against his back. Sandwiched between his dongsaengs, Minho melted into the warmth, accepting the drowsiness and letting Jisung’s hand in his hair lull him to sleep.
When Chan went to get them for dinner, he was surprised to find both, Minho and Felix asleep. Jisung paused their video and looked at the leader questioningly. “Dinner’s ready, do you think we should wake them?”, the oldest whispered. Shrugging, Jisung reached over, tapped Felix’ shoulder and whispered: “Lix would be mad if we wouldn’t wake him but I think Minho-hyung should sleep.” – “Hmm?”, Felix hummed lowly, blinking at his hyung standing in the doorway. “Dinner”, Chan mouthed and Jisung carefully slid out of bed. However, when Felix tried to climb over Minho, the older woke up and looked at him confused. Cooing at the dancer’s disoriented expression, Felix whispered: “Sorry, we didn’t want to wake you but dinner’s ready. Do you want to come or go back to sleep?” Minho rubbed at his face a few times, yawning before sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed. He shouldn’t have slept anyway, so he wouldn’t lie awake at night, and now that he was awake, he might as well eat.
Minho spent the entire meal in a sleepy daze, completely zoned out of the conversations and only focusing on eating whatever Chan had scooped onto his plate. Eating itself was a quite tricky task, as his nose was blocked entirely and he struggled to breathe at all while eating. It also didn’t help that everything tasted bland to him. If he could at least enjoy the flavor, he’d probably find more motivation to eat. When they all finished and the table was cleared, Minho sluggishly made his way to the living room, plopping down on the couch. “Hyung, you still look sleepy, don’t you think you’d be more comfortable in your bed?”, Felix frowned, reaching out his hand to smooth down his hyung’s disheveled hair. Minho’s eyes fluttered shut, lips slightly parted before he brought his sleeve up to his face, ducking down with a sneeze. “I’b sleepy but I always get restless. Dond’t thigk I could go back to sleep”, he sniffled, rubbing at his tired and watery eyes. The ceiling light made his eyes water even more and he contemplated going back to his room, just to have some dark and quiet, but that would mean him laying awake all by himself with no distraction from how miserable he felt. Seemingly having read his mind, Felix sighed: “How about cuddles? That worked pretty well earlier, didn’t it?” The older bit his lip, feeling guilty. It truly sounded nice but he had already ruined Jisung’s plans of going out, he didn’t want to ruin Felix’ evening too.
“Come on, we’ll get you to sleep somehow”, the Aussie smiled, pulling Minho up without giving him much chance to argue. Jisung watched the two of them with a fond smile and followed, taking a short detour to the bathroom. When he joined them in Minho’s room, they were already in bed with Felix snuggled against the older’s back. “Hey, don’t exclude me from the cuddle session”, the rapper pouted, making Felix laugh. Minho shuffled a bit to the side, so Jisung could squeeze into bed too, which he did, going back to his earlier position as the dancer’s pillow. “Before you go to sleep, please put on some lip balm because they look like their going to bleed soon”, he whispered, handing his hyung the lip balm he had collected from the bathroom. Minho hummed and put some on his lips before getting comfy again. Gently running his hand through the older’s hair, Jisung questioned: “Does it feel good like that?” Minho hummed in confirmation, closing his eyes again. The younger two exchanged a smile at their hyung’s pleased face. He really resembled a cat sometimes and they were sure, if he could purr, he’d be purring right now. Despite his earlier objections, Minho actually fell asleep pretty fast. At some point during the night, Jisung shuffled down into a laying position too, sandwiching the older between him and Felix. Laying that tightly squeezed into a small bed, at least one of the two woke up every time their hyung grew restless and was quick to pat his hair, successfully soothing him back to sleep.
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