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reiderwriter · 9 months

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✍️Introduction and Masterlist✍️

About me: Hi! I'm Kacie, I'm 21, and I use she/her/any pronouns. I'm from the UK but I'm currently an English Teacher in South Korea (if you want to know more I'm totally open to conversations about it!) and this is my side blog, so I follow and respond to comments from @studykac

Writing: At this point in time. I only write for Spencer Reid. I will pass on any requests that focus on other characters because I don't currently write for them. A lot of my work is also NSFW. If you are under the age of 18, do NOT interact with any of my posts that are tagged #maturereiding - please block this tag!! When my requests are open you can request through the Ask box, or through DMs, but please keep in mind I do have a full time job, so I will do my best to get things out quickly. You can find my recommendations in the tag #reiderrecommends!

Other interests: kpop, especially Seventeen, SHINee, NCT and BTS, Criminal Minds (obv), NCIS, reading any genre of books (here's a link for my GoodReads page), Percy Jackson, languages (learning Korean currently!), English Literature, Jane Austen etc.

Requests are: CLOSED (open again in October) - find my request guidelines here!

Writing:

Spencer Reid x Reader NSFW

Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress // 3.8k

Summary: The AC at the BAU decides to take a holiday during a summer heatwave, and when you decide the FBI’s dress code is merely a suggestion, you unwittingly catch Spencer’s eye.

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, degradation, name-calling, edging, praise-kink, dumbification

Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress pt. 2 // 2.4K

Summary: After a hot encounter in your car, Spencer pulls you inside your apartment hoping to give you some more relief from the heat.

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, soft Dom, oral (M receiving), pet names, degradation, face fucking, messy sex, creampie, breeding kink

Margaritas and Mistakes // Part 1 // Part 2

Summary: On a group night out, you get a little more drunk than you want to, and when Spencer shows up looking like the love of your life and not just your coworker, you realise that the margarita’s are having more of an effect than they should be.

Warnings: Suggestive language, dirty talk, heavy petting, hickeys, making out, mentions of arousal etc. (part one)

Show You What Devotion Is ❤️‍🔥

Summary: After a lustful encounter on the jet, you and Spencer decide to try out a friends-with-benefits relationship. What you didn't expect was for his sex drive to be so high, and your need for him to overpower your ability to function properly.

Warnings: So many, check the post for details.

More Than Words 🫶 // 8k

Summary: After telling a white lie to your family about your relationship status, you're forced to ask your coworker Spencer to pretend to be your boyfriend for a weekend wedding.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, penetrative sex, creampie, mentions of Spencer's childhood.

The Us That Could've Been �� // 5.7k

Summary: They say to get over a man, you have to get under another. Spencer isn't sure why the idea of you doing just that makes him feel so bad.

Warnings: angst, unprotected sex, creampie, spoilers for season 8, mentions of Maeve, Spencer is emotionally illiterate etc.

Unhappy Holidays 👻🦃🎄🎆// 5k

Summary: You're unlucky enough to run into Spencer Reid at holiday celebrations four years in a row. In the New Year, you're resolving to rid him from your mind forever, but you never were one to stick to resolutions 👻🦃🎄🎆

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, low-key work rivals, semi-public sex, car sex, hate sex, fingering, thigh riding, creampie, unprotected sex (no condoms but contraceptive mentioned), slight spoilers for s4 of Criminal Minds (but not really).

Spencer Reid x Reader SFW

The Lightbulb Moment // 4.8k

Summary: You want Spencer all to yourself for the first few months of your relationship and he's only too happy to comply. Unfortunately, you're two dumbasses who can't keep their hands off one another.

Just Hanging Out // 3k

Summary: To kick off your vacation, you find yourself at Rossi's mansion with your team for a big summer barbeque. A hammock in the garden catches your eye, and you enlist Reid to help you have some fun in the sun.

(Not smut but highly suggestive, read at your own discretion).

Isn't She Pretty, Daddy? // 2k

Summary: You're a teacher, and you have to call in one of your students' parents to talk about their recent troubling behaviour. It's more embarrassing than you thought when Spencer Reid shows up.

Series

That's What You Get // complete 💕

Summary: After three weeks on a case in Vegas and a particularly draining phone call from your mother, you decide to take Reid up on his offer to show you the sights of Las Vegas. When you wake up the next morning, you realise that one of the sights was a 24hour Wedding Parlor, and that you're now Mrs Reid.

Genres: Fluff, smut in later chapters, angst in later chapters, happy ending.

Playlist: Me and You in 2024

Summary: One song fic a week throughout 2024!

Genres: Various, check individual chapters for specific warnings!♡

Answered Requests

(NSFW) Request inspired by Taylor Swift's False God ��// 2.2k

(NSFW) Request for a soft!Dom Spencer with cockwarming and breeding kink 💕 // 2k words

(NSFW) Request for Reader introducing vanilla!Spencer to a BDSM lifestyle ✨// 0.7k words

(SFW) Request for Reader kidnapped by unsub and saved by Spencer 💕 // 2.2k

(SFW) Request for pregnant Reader and Spencer who is an absolute fool for her 🌸 // 1.2k

(SFW) Request for shamelessly flirting with an oblivious Spencer 😊// 2k

(NSFW) Request for post-Maeve Spencer who uses sex as a coping mechanism 🫡//4.6k

(NSFW) Request for alt!sub!Reader meeting the team for the first time (and they totally think she's the Dom) 🤭// 1.5k

(NSFW) Request for CNC office sex with Spencer 🚫// 1k

(SFW) Request for Spencer finding out you knew Emily was alive 😿// 0.7k

(SFW) Request for training session with Spencer 🤼‍♀️// 1.8k

(SFW) Request for I Can See You inspired angst 🥺// 1.7k

(NSFW) Request for Spencer making the reader beg for it ❤️‍🔥// 1.6k

(NSFW) Request for CNC with soft!Dom Spencer - shower sex 💦// 1.3k

(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - Professor Reid doesn't know he's distracting the class 👓// 3k

(NSFW) Request for Sub!Spencer begging reader to dominate him 🫣// 1.7k

(NSFW) Request for Genophobic virgin!Reader ❤️‍🩹// 5k

(NSFW) Request for Professor Spencer with a jealous gf 🐺//2k

(SFW) Request for reader helping Spencer through recovery 🤕// 1k

(NSFW) Request for possessive Spencer reacting to your little black dress 💃// 2.5k

(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - Undercover with an "excited" Spencer 🕵‍♂️// 3.6k

(SFW) Request for playing video games with Spencer 🎮// 1k

(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - munch! Spencer is obsessed with you 👅// 2k

(SFW) Request for Spencer babying an oblivious reader 👶// 2k

(NSFW) PROMPT REQUEST - sharing a cold bed with Frenemy Spencer 🛌// 3.5k

(NSFW) Request for reader being distracted while Spencer is reading 📚// 1k

(NSFW) Request for Pillow fort sex with Spencer ⛺️// 2k

(NSFW) Request for car confession and oral with Spencer 🚗// 1.7k

(NSFW) Request for dancing the night away with Spencer 💃// 2.5k

(NSFW) Request for the morning after Spencer loses his V-Card 😶// 0.7k

(NSFW) Request for reader confessing to Spencer when he's in his anthrax shower 🚿// 0.7k

(NSFW) Request for Spencer finding readers unusual sensitive area 🤝// 3.5k

(NSFW) Request for Spencer and Hotch!Reader secret relationship 🤐// 6k

(SFW) Request for reader being jealous of Spencer and Lila 🤽‍♀️// 2.1k

(NSFW) Request for gun kink 🔫//3k

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #reiderrecommends #spencer reid fanfic #Masterlist #criminal minds fanfiction

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Three for One 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Let's go!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Two days before Christmas. The store is left in tatters. Shelves strewn with sparse lefftovers and aisles hastily paced by those who left their shopping a bit too late. The frantic shoppers searching for a diamond among the sand grains of untouched product.

You work at arranging the remnants of the season’s beauty advent calendars on a table draped in a bright red cloth. There’s a large tag in a metal stand that marks them as ten percent off. On the other side of the holidays, they will drop to a full eighty percent off. You always believed giftcards were a better prize, not that you got many gifts.

That year, Luanne gave you a new journal and a specialty hot chocolate bomb in the department’s secret santa. You go Michelle and gifted her a copy of your favourite novel and some nail polishes. That is the extent of your shopping and gift exchanges. Except for your puppy, Ernie, who will get a bone and one of those special gourmet dog meals.

You finish your arrangement and step back, admiring your work. It’s close to close and so close to the end of the race that the shop isn’t as busy as usual. The only customers you do see are in a rush and horribly disappointed when that very specific thing isn’t in stock.

“Excuse me,” you’re drawn around the deep voice. A man strolls up the center aisle of the beauty section, the tails of his coat flicking behind him, “hi,” he uses your name as he approaches, “I’m so sorry to bother you again but can you point me to, erm,” he looks down at his phone, “a ring light?”

You hesitate. He seems to know you and you admit, he looks familiar. You’re at that point where the faces all blur together. Your one innate flaw is that you really don’t have a good memory for that, bt you definitely recognise his voice.

“Hello, sir,” you fall short of his name. You want to say Alan but you also don’t want to be wrong. “The ring lights are actually with the cellphone.” You gesture back at electronics, “I know it makes more sense to put them with cameras.”

“Ah, oh, thanks,” he nods but doesn’t move to find his quarry, he lowers his phone, “how’s your holiday going? Thing’s slowing down,” he looks around and you can’t help but do the same.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, most people are all done,” you shrug.

“Ha, wish I could say the same,” he sighs, “I thought we were done but the wife just sent me on a wild goose chase.”

“Hm, oh, well, I’m not very busy, did you need help finding anything else?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my manager’s done for the day so doesn’t really matter if I leave my zone,” you say, “kinda boring around here.”

“You’re too sweet,” he smiles, his blue eyes deep and swirling, “and that sweater is adorable.”

You look down at your dark blue sweater with the white crochet peter pan collar. You wiggle your shoulders and grin back at him, thanking him. You know he bought some perfume for his wife but you’re still blanking on his name.

“Here’s my list,” he tilts his phone towards you and looks down, shifting closer to you as he shows you a text bubble.

“Oh my, right. I’m not sure we’ll have everything,” you teethe your lip as you go through the items, “but we’ll see.”

A message pops up over the top and you try not to read, putting your head up as you try to act like you didn’t see it. It’s not that you meant to decipher the words but your brain quickly skimmed that ‘tomorrow night?’ Not much but just feels a bit personal.

“Alright, we’ll go to electronics first, then work our way forward,” you suggest.

“Good idea,” he agrees.

You set off and he follows at just a step. You have to remember to slow down as often you’re so determined you find yourself leaving your customers far behind you. You bring him to the mobile accessories and point to the ring lights.

He considers them and rubs his chin. He points between two; “what’s the difference?”

“Oh, this one comes with a tripod extension and this one is a full kit with a mic,” you point from one to the other.

“What do you think is better for, uh, streaming?” He sounds unsure of that last word.

“I think that kit would have more to it, especially if whoever it’s for is just starting out. But I’m don’t know too much about these things.”

“I’ll take the kit,” he scoops it off the shelf, “the kid can never have enough.”

“Oh? You have kids?”

“One,” he sounds less than excited, “teenager now so he really can’t stand me.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” he forces away the shadow across his features, “you know how they can be. What about you? You going to see your parents? Spending the day with someone special?”

“Um, just Ernie,” you answer, “my puppy.”

“Cute,” he remarks, “are you guys open tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, yeah, ‘til five,” you try to remember the next thing on his list.

He seems less concerned with the items than before, instead turn to examine a pop socket, “you have to work on Christmas Eve?”

“Yeah, closing, but I don’t mind.”

“What’s this?” He holds up a pop socket.

“It goes on your phone,” you pull out your phone and show him your daisy one, “see?” You hook your fingers around it, “it’s a grip to help you hold on.”

“Ah, makes sense,” he turns the thin package over, “kid’s always breaking his screen…”

You wait patiently as he makes up the mind to add the grip to his haul.

“What’s next?” You prompt as gently as you can.

“Oh, uh,” he looks at his phone, “video games…” he squints, “V-bucks?”

“Ah, yes, that would be a gift card,” you say, “I can show you the rack.”

He lets you lead him to the large rack of subscription cards. You point out the various currency amounts available and he rubs his brow. His forehead lines as you see the stress needling in his cheek. He’s struck with the late shopper syndrome. He’s start to feel the crush of time.

“So, just your dog?” He wonders as he picks up a $75 card.

“Yeah,” you answer softly.

“No boyfriend? Siblings?”

“Just me,” you assure him, “I don’t mind. I get to choose the dessert!”

He chuckles, “that’s a good way to look at it. Did you buy yourself something special?”

“Not really, I’ve been saving for a vacation so I put most of my overtime into that,” you explain. “You having a big dinner?”

“Last minute change, wife’s parents want to host. Had to figure out travel plans.” He looks at the giftcards again and your eyes fall to the large back curled up in his arm and the card and phone grip balanced between his fingers. He slides free a Netflix card and reads the fine print.

“Do you want a basket, sir?” You offer.

“Oh, well, sure,” he accepts as he looks down, “that’s very considerate.”

“Don’t want you to drop anything,” you smile and turn on your heel.

You go to the stack of rolling baskets beside the electronics desk. Tyler doesn’t acknowledge you as he sorts through game shells to put back on the shelf. You pull the basket behind you, rattling on its wheels as you approach the shopper by the gift cards.

“Here,” you veer it around towards him.

He bends to lower the ringlight inside and drops the smaller items into next to it; he adds the Netflix subscription along with it and holds onto the Kindle card in his hand.

“You got any of these around?” He holds up the card, “the reader?”

“Hmm, we should,” you rub your neck, “I suppose if we didn’t, you can get a tablet and download the app.”

“I guess,” he nods, “can you check?”

“Of course, sir.”

You turn away and call over your headset. Regan tells you there’s a kindle up in return they can sell. You ask them to put it aside.

“There’s one left at checkout. They’re going to have it waiting for you,” you announce proudly.

“That’s great. You like to read?” He asks.

“Oh, sure, my one vice is my book addiction,” you giggle, “how about you?”

“Well, I don’t get much of a chance with work. I’m usually burnt out from all the legal documents,” he drones grimly, “then the kid has extracurriculars or there’s a PTA meeting or the wife needs something done.”

“Sounds busy,” you say empathetically, “I hope you get some time to relax this holiday.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “I almost envy you. I’m sure your dog’s good company.”

“He’s so sweet,” you can’t help but beam at the mention of your boy.

“Big cuddler?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah,” the question is a bit unexpected, “you like dogs?”

“Never really had one. Don’t need the extra work,” he says, “but I don’t mind them.”

“That’s fair. He can be a bit needy.”

He flinches and looks down at his hand. His screen flashes and he gives an apologetic look as he raises his palm, “I’m so sorry. I need to take this.”

“Take your time, sir, I’ll wander,” you point over your shoulder with your thumb.

He mouths a thanks before he answers, “Barber.”

You back up and turn to distract yourself with the shelf of controllers and switch cases. His deep voice carries but you focus on the Sinatra carol playing overhead to drown him out. Still you can’t help but catch a few words.

“Five, yeah…no, she won’t…it’s fine…” He’s quiet for a moment before he raises his voice, “figure it out.”

His stern tone sends a chill through you. It’s a sharp contrast to his previously friendly demeanour. Well, he mentioned he’s a lawyer, you assume he has a lawyer voice, akin to your customer service one.

“Sorry,” he comes back to you, “my wife…” he takes a breath, “you don’t happen to sell wine here?”

You smile. The way he answered, it didn’t sound very affectionate but maybe he hadn’t expected his wife.

“No, sorry, sir.”

“Kidding,” he chuckles, “well, I guess I should get my butt in gear,” he flicks through his phone, “um, I assume toiletries? Face masks?”

“Oh, that’s near me,” you point back towards beauty, “there’s a special for the sheet masks.”

“Great,” he grabs the extended handle of the basket, “thanks so much for this. I’m so lost.”

“That’s fine,” you go ahead of him, “it’s the job.”

🎀

You groan as you put the last empty bin in the stack. You stand and rub your shoulders, traps sore from all the lifting and moving. The night crew will set up for the day after Christmas but in the last hour of work, you and the few others in the store scrambled to get the old displays torn down.

Luanne walks with you to the employee break room. She’s in more of a hurry as she has her three children waiting for her at their grandparents. She goes ahead of you and punches out as you wait and stretch out your arms.

“Have a good Christmas,” she says breathily as she opens her locker and pulls out her purse and jacket, folding the latter over her arm, “I’ll see you after. You’re opening, right?”

“Sure thing,” you say as you punch in your employee number. “Merry Christmas.”

“Give Ernie some pets for me,” she trills as she goes to the door. “Thanks again. You saved my ass today.”

“No problem, “ you shake your head, “Christmas Eve brings out the best.”

“Does it ever. Bye, sweetie,” she waves over her shoulder as he sweeps through the door.

You go to your locket and take out your fluffy pink sherpa coat and purse. You loop your scarf around your neck and slip your earmuffs around your head. You sit to pull on your boots and stand with an ache in your calves. You feel the fatigue finally setting in. It’s not over yet; one day off and you’re right back to the furor.

You yawn as you leave the breakroom and drag your feet across the store. You take out your phone as you pop your earbuds in and choose your holiday mix. You wave goodbye to a few other stragglers and go out the front door, Spencer locking it behind you.

It’s bitterly cold out. You’re surprised by the fresh fall of snow swirling in the air. It gives an extra sparkle to the time of year.

You scroll through your phone. The buses are on holiday hours already. The next one is in an hour. Great. You can just walk, at least until you get to the next stop. More buses stop there and you can get at least ten minutes within your building.

You trod along, kicking through the powder of snow as headlights gleam ahead of you. You walk along the narrow walk beside the hotel on the other side of the intersection and a pair of flashing tail lights blink ahead of you. A dark figure stands beside the white SUV but you can’t make out much more than their silhouette.

You keep going, peeking up curiously as you near. The boot of the car pops up and the stranded driver searches. As you pass, you trip over an unseen shape, the metal clank painfully against your toe. You look down at the small foot jack.

“Oh, shoot, sorry,” the man stands straight and turns to you, “I didn’t see you coming. I was just grabbing the iron–”

“That’s okay,” you pick out your earbuds, “I wasn’t looking.”

“Wait,” he stops short and points a gloved finger in your direction, “it’s you. You work at the store just down the way, right?”

You know the man. He’s the one who was in the store just yesterday. There’s a flutter in your chest at the coincidence of your encounter. It happens, especially in the shopping district. Half the city at least passes through her during the holidays.

“Yeah, uh, that’s me. You finish your shopping?”

“Just about,” he tuts and shakes his head, “blew a tire. So, happy holidays to me.”

“I’m so sorry,” you look down at the snowy walk.

“Mhmm,” he grumbles, “all this snow, I can’t get the jack to work either.”

“Dang, unfortunately, I’m not help. I don’t know much about cars.”

“That’s fine, I called roadside assistance but they’re taking their damn time,” he checks his watch.

“Oh…” you utter.

“Don’t let me rain on your holiday, honey,” he says, “your toe okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you look down.

“Wait, are you walking home?” He asks.

You nod.

“Wish I could offer you a ride. This weather’s only getting worse,” he bemoans. He slips his hand into his jacket and pulls out his phone, “they should be here shortly so if–”

A set of headlights pull onto the apron and roll towards you. You look over as the man beside you does the same. You stand, somewhat dumbfounded at the unexpected run-in.

“That’s them,” he declares, “hey, guys.”

He waves as the white van pulls up. You were expecting a tow truck. Oh, well. Not your problem.

“Great, I guess I should get going,” you excuse yourself, “have a happy holi–”

As you step back, your heel catches on something. You don’t realise until your plummeting onto your ass that the man stuck his leg out behind you. You hit the ground with an oomph, barely missing the metal jack half-buried in the snow.

You hear the van door sliding open and a clatter of heavy treads. You can barely catch your breath as the world moves fast around you. The man bends over you as another rushes over, grabbing you off the ground as the two vehicles block out the street from view.

“Be nice,” the first man warns as your arms are seized. “Don’t hurt her.”

You suck in a deep breath. What is happening? You go to let out the shriek as you’re struck by the situation. This can’t be real but you’re being half-carried towards an open vehicle. A hand comes up and stifles your scream, smothering you as you’re yanked harshly forward.

“Careful,” the man girds again.

“Shut the fuck up,” the other grits and pulls you away from the other, spinning you around as he hooks an arm around your neck and covers your mouth, forcing you towards the van. He bends backwards, lifting your feet as you kick and squirm.

“Honey, calm down,” the friendly customer coaxes, “it’s okay.”

You don’t understand. Why are they doing this? Why you?

The man’s hand slips as you grab at his arms and your teeth come over the vee between thumb and index. You bite down and he yowls. Even through his leather glove, you give him a viscous pinch.

“Fuck!” He tosses you forward so your knees hit the side of the van and fall half-inside.

“Hurry the fuck up,” another voice calls from inside the van.

“Trying,” the second man snarls as you stand and let out a shrill note, only for a second before you’re caught from behind and muted again. This time the leather glove seals over your nose. “Fucking bitch.”

You’re lifted into the van, writhing and kicking as the door slides shut from the outside. You’re pinned on the floor in the seatless rear of the vehicle. You whimper as your eyes glisten with a sudden spring of tears.

That question rings in your head again; why you? You have no one to look for you, no one to care. It’s only you against them.

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7ndipity · 5 months

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Dating Headcannons pt.2

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @feminympho for requesting this!

Masterlist

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Festive boy, he really loves doing seasonal activities with you, whether it’s apple/pumpkin picking in the fall, or taking snowy walks in the winter, whatever it is, he’s down. He likes marking the change of the seasons with you.

If you celebrate any different holidays, he’d be so excited to learn all about them and celebrate them with you.

He might not tell you for a while, but he really wants to teach you how to dance(or, if you already can, he wants to dance with you).

Very persuasive when he wants something, leaving little kisses along your neck as he speaks softly to try and win you over.

Loves to hear you sing(especially his/bts songs), regardless of your skill level. It makes him beyond happy to sing duets with you.

Did I mention clingy in the last list? I did? Doesn’t matter. CLINGY!

You might as well change his name to Backpack at this point from the way he’s always strapped to you.

Not surprisingly, he’s very unsubtle when he’s needy/in the mood. He just walks up and wraps his arms around you from behind and mumbles out a whiny “Need you” while burying his face in your neck. Doesn’t much matter where you are or who’s around.

Despite how much of a tease he is, he can’t handle it when the tables are turned. One suggestive look or kiss from you and he melts faster than a snowball in hell.

Cannot stand to see you sad/upset for more than two seconds, and will do everything in his power to make you smile again.

Which isn’t that difficult, bc he has such a bright sense of humor. If a few playful words don’t work tho, he’ll pull out the theatrics, collapsing on the floor and wailing about how he can’t go on without your smile!

Sends you long, sentimental texts when he can’t sleep or when he’s traveling, about how much you mean to him or how you’ve changed his life for the better, and how thankful he is to have you.

Talks about you constantly to the guys. Hobi felt like y’all were already friends before you’d even met bc of how much Jimin had told him about you.

Wants to introduce you to his family soo bad, but holds off for a bit cause he’s afraid of rushing things(even though he already had half his proposal speech written out after six months of dating)

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bangtaninborderland · 9 months

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MYG - Secrets In The Sheets

Genre: smut, maid reader x mob boss Yoongi, 18+, REQUESTED

Warning: mentions of guns and death, spanking, oral (f&m receiving), penetration, hair pulling, choking.

A/N: thank you for requesting this! I had so much fun writing it! I hope you enjoy it please let me know what you think I always do try my hardest to make requests as good as possible.

BTS MASTERLIST

Yoongi sighed, tossing his keys atop the small glass table, and sliding his shoes off along with his jacket.

God, he needed a drink.

He shuffled over to the small drinks table he had installed in the corner of the living room overlooking a rather dark Seoul, picking up a bottle of whiskey not bothering to read the label as he poured himself a glass. It didn’t matter what it was called nor how strong it was, what mattered was the few moments of peace he felt as the liquid slid down his throat, a light burn in its wake. A small piece of relief in his rather hectic and unusual life.

He chucked remembering how Hoseok had explained that stress was his own fault, “Hyung.” The younger had called up, running in front of him to open the sleek Mercedes. “You know, you wouldn’t be so stressed if you took a holiday. You don’t always have to be a mob boss.”

“Hobi you know I couldn’t leave, probably end up with a bullet in my head on some random beach. You know I don’t feel like being fed to the fish thanks.”

“So uptight Hyung, get home safe.”

“Always do.”

He loved his team as much as he refused to admit it, his team were his life and he would step in front of a thousand bullets to protect them.

He placed his glass down, unbuttoning the top button of his black shirt. You could tell the fabric was expensive, but then again - everything about Min Yoongi was expensive.

He was about to settle in his study preparing to go over the mass amounts of paperwork that built up over the past week when he heard a shuffle in the upstairs bedroom.

Without a second thought, he pulled out his gun, checking the bullets before heading up the stairs. Eyes searched every corner of the house as the noise grew louder, what was once a slight shuffle now being muffled moans.

Definitely fucking weird.

He watched his steps, careful not to move too fast to alert the intruder to his presence, hand pressing his bedroom door open before returning to hold the gun properly.

He was taken back in absolute shock as he watched the maid laying on his bed, legs spread wide as her fingers disappeared inside of herself. Her other hand gripping the crisp white sheets.

Walking over to you he did the only thing reasonable, he held the gun against your temple. Eyes hard as you jumped in surprise before registering the barrel against your skin. Your face falls, overcome with a clear look of fear. “M-mr min.” You stuttered. Legs fold over themselves to give you some cover.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi spat, nudging the hun further against your head. “I don’t pay you to fuck yourself in my bed I pay you to fucking clean.”

You whimpered, pushing yourself into the bed further to make your frame seem smaller. “I- I’m sorry I just I I’ll leave please sir I’m so sorry.”

“What got you so desperate that you couldn’t wait?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity taking over as his eyes raked around your body. You felt your nipples harden against the fabric of your uniform, your thighs coated in wetness.

He tore his eyes away, mentally shaking his head, he may have been a ruthless killer but he had some decency.

Your eyes wandered around, a hint of embarrassment in them. “It- y-you Mr. Min. I was just cleaning the spare room and a box fell and the… the toys fell out and I… I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”

He sighed, removing the gun from your temple, flicking the safety on before placing it on the table close enough but still out of reach. “What was it that turned you on?”

“What?” Mr min I do-“ you stuttered being cut off as yoongi placed his hand over your mouth.

“The only thing I want to hear from you is an answer. What got you turned on.” He tutted, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth as he pulled his hand away. Resting it atop his hip. “Well?”

“The- the vibrator sir.” Your face was flushed, the embarrassment only worsening with every moment you were trapped underneath Yoongi.

“Why?” He was genuinely confused, his little toy box housed an array of toys, ranging from relatively simple to more complex, degrading.”

“I.. uh….” Your voice grew quiet as you mumbled out her explanation. “I thought about you using it on me.”

“My maid is fantasising about me fucking her?” Yoongi smirked, an idea already forming. “I suppose you want to keep your job huh?”

You sighed, that was something easily answered. “Yes, Mr Min.”

“Okay, only if you let me give you what your pretty mind was thinking about.” He sits on the end of the bed, expressing nearing bored as he continued his mental assessment of your body.

“I don’t- I can’t.” You looked away, not bothering to move but not as settled. “It’s wrong Mr Min.”

He shook his head, a wicked smile tantalising the maid. “Call me Yoongi, I won’t force you, sweetheart. If you want to go you know the house better than I do, I can give you a recommendation I’m sure someone else would love your…services. However, you could give yourself what you want most and keep your job.”

Yoongi lets you have a few minutes to think, never wanting to force someone. “If…if I took you up on your offer…would we get to do it more than once?”

He shrugged. “It depends on you and if it’s good.”

“I think I can be of satisfaction to you Sir.” You pouted, lightly offended by his comment.

“Now don’t pout, why don’t you show me how else you can use those pretty lips?”

“You really want me, Mr Min?” You giggled shyly, it was no secret Min yoongi was a wanted man. Anyone who had the privilege of seeing the man wanted a taste of him, both men and women alike would take their shot throwing all kinds of compliments and date proposals at him only for him to reject every single one of them.

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true darling.” He rasped, watching you drop to your knees was a fucking sight. He wasn’t a bad man, not in that sense anyway, but he knew a beautiful woman when he see one.

“Want me to take your cock out, Yoongi?” Your tone had a dangerous lilt to it as you said his name for the first time, If he wasn’t hard before he was now.

He nodded, resting his hands behind him to keep him steady. “Do whatever doll.”

You relished in the cute pet names he had easily been addressing you with. You didn’t respond to him verbally, instead, your hands went to his belt buckle, undressing him as fast as you could. You wanted to moan the second his cock sprang free, the length and thickness both much better than you could ever have imagined. “Fuck.”

“Like what you see?” He chuckled, he was very aware of his body, of how good he looked.

“Love what I see.” You corrected, looking up at him for consent before continuing. He gave you a small nod once he realised what you were asking, once he did your hand was wrapped around his cock pumping him a few times. “What do you want from me Mr min?”

“I told you, darling, I want to see what that pretty mouth can do.” He winked, throwing his head back as you brushed your finger along the tip of his cock.

“Well then Mr min, I won’t keep you waiting.” You smiled, lips parting around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around a few times earning a groan from him.

You felt his hand upon your head, he didn’t push you down instead he lightly brushed your hair from your face. “God you’re fucking amazing.”

You responded by hollowing your cheeks, taking his cock as far down your throat as you could, even pushing a little past that point to show off. “Fuck your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned, thrusting upwards a little making you gag.

You recovered quickly, ignoring the feeling of tears pricking your eyes as you continued sucking his cock, hand wrapped around the base massaging the length you couldn’t fit. He let you sit there for a few minutes, his hand running through your hair, gripping it gently every time your tongue swirled around the tip, before lightly parting your cheek. “Off, my turn.”

You pulled off, making a ‘pop’ sound as you did. “You’re turn what?” You panted, your own arousal still growing.

“I want to see if you taste as good as you look. Lay down on the bed.” He patted your thigh, waiting for you to situate yourself on your back before he pushed your legs apart, making room for himself between them. “Every part of you is fucking beautiful, I might just have to keep you here forever.”

“All for yourself Mr Min? isn’t that selfish?” You teased.

“I’d like to see anyone try and touch what I claim doll, everyone knows to stay away from whatever the mins own.” He chuckles, shaking his head as though surprised and your comment. “Shuffle closer.”

You carried out his request, pushing your body closer to him, letting your eyes flutter closed as his breath grew heavier against your skin. He started at your thighs,, kissing and licking every now and again choosing a particular part to bite down on, definitely leaving marks. “More.” You whispered, hand reaching down to pull him closer.

Everything stopped and you opened your eyes, confused by the lack of touch. As you did his hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Patient girls get nice things, do you want me to show you what I do to girls who demand darling?”

You shook your head, mouth dry and eyes a little fuzzy. “N-no Yoongi.”

“See I knew you were smart.” He smiled, moving back to his previous position. This time you let him carry out his torturously slow pace, trying to keep as still as possible. The last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

Eventually, he moved higher, his lips heaving over your labia and whether you meant to or not you bucked your hips at the sensation earning a slap to your thigh. “Still. Don’t disturb me.”

“Yes, Mr min.” You whined, fisting the sheets to keep you grounded. “Sorry.”

Once again he brought his mouth to your cunt, tongue licking a long stripe between the folds. “God.” You groaned, relishing the way his tongue swirled around your clit.

He was good with his tongue, too fucking good. He covered your pussy with his mouth, both sucking your clit and using his tongue at the same time to flick the bud repetitively giving you no time to catch your breath. His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you trapped against him.

“Yoongi- too- ah fuck too much too much” you screamed, hand pushing at his head to move him away.

Despite his smaller frame, he was much stronger than you, your fighting did nothing against him if anything it only encouraged him more as he slid his tongue into your hole. “I’ll cum right now yoongi fuck wait.” You thrashed around, the pleasure overwhelming you.

Your orgasm was winding around your stomach, with just a few more stripes of his tongue you’d be brought to a mind-blowing orgasm. You would have been but you weren’t. He pulled away just before you could be pushed over the brink, your orgasm dwindling away. You’d never been edged before but the smug look on his face when you opened your eyes initially wanting an explanation somewhat calmed you.

The look he wore told you what you need to know, he wasn’t ready to be done.

“I want to see you riding me. Think you can handle it or are you done already.”

“Please.” You huffed, brushing your hair out of your face before pushing him backwards, his body landing on the bed with a light thud. “Give me a little more credit Mr Min.”

“Someone’s got a little confident?” He raised an eyebrow “Condom. Top drawer.”

You rushed off the bed, handing him the packet. Within a matter of seconds, you were back on top of him, his eyes dark, focused, watching you align his cock with your entrance.

His energy was everything, dark, alluring, dangerous but even so he was still smug and the thing about you? You could be smug too. You smiled back, practically a grin as you slid down, tightening your walls around him as much as possible. “I’ll show you confident Mr min.”

You ground your hips in a circle before beginning to ride him, his cock filling you up perfectly. “Come here.”

He pulled you down to him, placing a rough kiss against the corner of your mouth before locating your lips properly, you riding him made it a little more difficult but still his grip around your throat was firm, keeping you close enough to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips upward, his free hand grabbed your ass cheek, slapping it hard enough to echo throughout the room. You pulled away from the kiss, biting his lip. “Want you to fuck me.” You gasped, legs growing tired.

He flipped you around, your body pinned beneath his. His cock slid inside of you easily, your pussy dripping with the need to orgasm. He fucked into you, your eyes rolling back as he pressed into you further. “Fuck you’re so warm, so tight.” His voice was raspy, rough.

“Slow, slow please.” You mumbled, already too fucked out to speak clearly.

“Whatever you need petal.” He mumbled, his hips rolling against you, his cock filling you most deliciously. Every antagonising stroke sends your nerves haywire.

“Who knew the pretty maid could be so dirty hm?” He slid his length out leaving just the tip, pausing for a second before ramming into you, a resounding scream tore out of you. “I used to want you cleaning, used to see the way you’d bend over right in front of the cameras. You’ve always been a little tease, haven’t you? Wanted me to come and bend you over my desk and teach you a lesson?”

“Wanted- wanted your attention.” You stuttered in between moans.

“Let’s see how that works out for you doll.” Without warning his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly around the sides, only enough to make you dazed. His hips snapped against you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room accompanied by your moans and slurred words.

“S’ good” you babbled, nails scarring down his arms. “gonna cum.”

He reached down, kissing you effortlessly silencing your screams. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum around my cock.”

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge into a blissful orgasm, everything went fuzzy. You felt him grow erratic, his thrusts slowing down as he filled the condom. “Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled out.

You whined at the loss of contact, still out of it. “Let me get a cloth to clean you up, love.” He explained, disappearing for a few seconds before returning with a black cloth. You winced as he helped clean up the mess between your legs. “Do you want a shower? You could have some clothes?”

You nodded. “Later. Was it good?”

“It was fucking amazing.” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead before flopping down next to you. “Sheets are a fucking mess, the maid is going to have fun cleaning that up.” He winked.

You slapped his arm, laughing. “Shut up. You can clean these it’s your fault. I can’t believe you held a gun to my head.”

He shook his head. “Actually if you weren’t having a world of fun in MY bed we wouldn’t have done that. I was surprised you didn’t run away the second I did that, sometimes I can be a little erratic forgive me.”

“Please don’t remind me it’s so embarrassing I really didn’t think you were going to be home until later and I swear I would have changed the sheets. It’s forgiven by the way, it’s not as bad as some things I’ve seen working here.” You’d grown used to an awful lot over the five years you’d worked for Yoongi but you stayed because he wasn’t a bad man, he treated you respectfully.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it love we all do things we aren’t proud of.” He sighed, his voice was softer than usual.

“Wait, you said it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t catch me.” You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide. “You weren’t tempted one of the many times I teased you?”

“More than you know. Felt like an uncontrollable school boy watching you.” He laughed, hand threading through your hair.

“Well, the schoolboy got top marks on the exam.” You giggled, playing along.

“Who said it was finished? That shower is still an offer.” He winked, standing up with a hand out.

You groaned, slipping your hand into his.

Min Yoongi may have been a vicious crime lord, a dangerous killer, and a powerful businessman but he was also the best boss you’d ever had, him having a great cock and high stamina was just a bonus. A very big bonus.

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m-jelly · 3 months

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@2moth-anon2 requested

@ladycheesington <3

The best double holiday

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, married life, dad Levi, mum reader, being parents, Levi's birthday, Christmas, five year old daughter, three year old son.

You and Levi sit on the floor with your two adorable kids and make decorations for Christmas and Levi's birthday.

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As you carried a box full of craft things Levi reached out and grabbed his runaway three-year-old son. It brought a smile to your face when Evan squealed with laughter and Levi chuckled. Your daughter giggled away and then gasped in delight when you approached.

Lilly got to her feet and ran over. "Mummy!"

You smiled at her. "Hello, little flower. Mind where I'm walking, okay?"

She held your comfy jogging bottom leg as she walked with you. "Okay, mummy. Are those for daddy?"

You placed the box on the floor. "Yes and for Christmas." You sat down and smiled at her. "We're all going to work together like we have done before."

Levi put Evan in his little spot. "Okay, little man, time for arts and crafts. No more running off."

Evan gasped when you handed him a few things. "Pretty! For daddy."

Levi checked the box and let out a relieved sigh. "No glitter."

You hummed a laugh. "Levi, you know me."

"You don't like glitter."

You nodded. "Hate it."

Levi's eyes filled deeply with more love. "I love you."

"I love you too." You started cutting things for the kids to colour in. "What would you like for your birthday?"

"One hundred kisses."

You giggled at his request. "That's not many. You want more?"

"One million!"

Lilly laughed. "Silly daddy."

Levi smiled at his daughter. "Well, tell me more about what you asked Santa for?"

"I changed my mind. I want one million hugs from mummy!"

Levi gave a fake gasp. "That's so much and mummy is all mine."

Lilly got up and ran over to you. "Mummy is mine."

You wrapped your arms around Lilly. "I'm everyones."

Evan climbed onto your lap. "My mummy."

You hummed a laugh as you hugged both. "So cute." You showered both of them with kisses. "Keep making things for daddy, okay?"

Levi shifted closer. "Speaking of daddy..."

You giggled as he kissed your neck. "You want some attention?"

"Well, it is my birthday soon."

You kissed him and hummed in delight. "You can have my attention any time you want."

"I feel special."

"You are." You winked at him before standing up. "All right, I'm going to put up a few things."

Levi jumped to his feet and grabbed you from behind as he nibbled your neck. "I'll help."

"Is this helping?"

"Mm, yes."

You giggled and put up a few decorations. "Can you put this up for me?"

"Of course."

Lilly ran over to Levi. "Daddy, I made these."

Levi took the decorations from her. "Thank you. I'll put these up." He smiled as he looked at everything. "Looks perfect. Well done, sweetie. Evan? Do you have yours?"

Evan carefully got up before running over with a few things. "Yes, daddy."

"Look at these, they're lovely. Thank you." He put them up and smiled. "You're both so talented." He gazed at the cute birthday decorations. "These are lovely birthday decorations."

You have the kids a little box. "These are decorations for the tree. Work together and pop them on the tree. Daddy and I will help."

Levi pulled you close against him. "I say this every year and I will keep saying it. My birthday became wonderful because of you and the kids."

You kissed his cheek. "I'm glad. All I want is for you to be happy."

"You make me happy."

Lilly hurried over. "All hug daddy!"

Evan ran and laughed. "Hug daddy!"

Levi chuckled as he was hugged by you and his kids. "This is the best."

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nevarroes · 4 months

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Dearesr Daddy Blake,

May we have some smoft Gortcas? Tell us about all the soft cute things they do. Do they hold hands? Bathe together?

Pls feed me 🥺

My father left for milk and never came back. I've been starved for 89 years.

Xoxo

Merry holiday etc

- Me

i started typing this out yday then accidentally closed the page and got so mad I went to bed I'm so sorry . its ok i gotchu nw nw.....

so Gortash and Cas aren't exactly the erm... public pda types, mostly. honestly you see them in public you probably see them trying to trip each other into the river 🔥 they lowkey very much avoid holding hands but they DO end up standing a bit too close everywhere they go, arms and bodies brushing again each others "accidentally"... they always have seats next to each other whereever they go, Cas playing with his gauntlet and rings under the table, Gortash running his hand over Cas' thigh and then just plays it off with some "you're so muscular. no wonder no one gets to me" and a coy grin, tell me you see my vision...

aside from that I mentioned at some point that Cas he like... serial naps. he just falls asleep for a bit when he's bored or waiting for someone😭 anyways this is often next to to Gortash, while they're waiting for someone, while Gortash is doing some bureaucratic paperwork or etc etc. Cas just does this by himself too but whenever he doesn't already lean onto Gortash or literally straight up lies down on his lap or body Gortash tends to like... nudge him onto his shoulder whenever he thinks he's asleep enough to not notice the gesture (he very much does btw he's a light sleeper. not the "someone could kill him rn" sleeper)💖 ever since Cas asked him to unbraid his hair once while he was half asleep Gortash has also been running his hands through his hair sometimes when hes asleep tbh... I like to think he loves knowing that he's the only one that can do that without straight up getting his head ripped off, knowing hes the only one w the priviledge to touch Cas' hair or him in general when Cas treats his own body like his most valued possession, so he's just been liking to stroke his hair ever since. Not like Cas hates it . quite the opposite actually but this is very.... unspoken because Gortash only does it when he thinks Cas doesn't notice and Cas just kinda doesn't mention it because he enjoys it

ok let me tell u abt some more random small things that are on my mind actually 😼 whenever they appear in public events Gortash actually tends to hold onto Cas' waist quite often instinctively which just gets worse if he starts getting a bit tipsy (not possessive like cas btw. the thought of Cas leaving him all alone never tortures him at all. trust me.... real) Gortash kinda starts like... holding him in a show-offish manner almost w him around Cas' waist and Cas just having his arms around his shoulders while Gortash is slurring smth about how beautiful Cas is . to me he thinks this quite often tbh but barely ever tells it to Cas unprompted

another small thing that I think about sometimes is how Cas, especially during intimate moments and such tends to kiss Gortash's fingers nowadays, brush his lips over them whenever Gortash puts his hands on his face etcetc. same thing as the playing with his fingers and jewelry when they're out Cas has a bit of a... fixation on Gortash's hands in a way where it's kinda like an unspoken request for Gortash to touch and appreciate him physically to me (also funny to think about when I tell you that Gortash made Cas kiss his fingers in public at the beginning to keep up their little act and Cas would constantly tell him how he'll bite them off if he doesn't think of something else)

they're not like the most obvious soft people clealy bt i hope this fills the hole in ur heart a little .... its the little things🙏

#blakemail #i think of gortash running his hand through cas hair so often actually. gortash touching his horns and feeling the ridges #gortash gently tracing his thumb over Cas' lips while he smiles OUGHH #gortcas lore

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Day 12 ❄️ KSJ

Kinks: morning sex, Christmas morning

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, pregnancy kink, grinding, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex (intentionally unprotected), blatant use of the word "daddy," slight exhibitionism, soft yet hot Jin

Word Count: 548 words

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Giving your fiancé his present in the early hours of Christmas morning

A/N: I realized upon finishing this one that finger sucking is in more than one of these Kinkmas fics. No one read too deeply into that, please. 👀

Just some more soft smut to close out Kinkmas! I cannot believe I wrote 28K in total 😵‍💫 Thank you to @goodsoop again for the prompts. Now I can catch up on everyone else's fics!

I hope you've enjoyed these little gifts that I've written for you. Happy holidays!! ❄️

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 11 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️

Jin’s eyes open slowly. It’s dark outside. The clock reads 4:30 am.

Must be something about being back in his childhood home on Christmas. Like muscle memory, waking up at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and find what’s waiting under the tree.

He doesn’t get up. Instead, he slides his arm around your waist, slipping closer to you. You don’t stir, but huff in your sleep, a gentle sigh that makes Jin smile. He hopes you’re having a good dream.

Jin never knew he could love someone so much before you came along. Sometimes he thinks his own dreams have come true. Well, except for one. But maybe someday. Right now, you’re all he needs.

He tries not to press too firmly into you, but your skin is so warm, and the curve of your ass too inviting. He keeps as still as possible, erection nuzzling up against your cheeks, not rutting mindlessly like he wants. Even though the two of you have a long-standing open invitation to waking the other up with sex, he doesn’t feel right about doing it in his parents’ house.

Which is why he’s surprised when you roll your hips back onto him.

“Baby,” Jin husks, voice rough with sleep, “what’re you doing?”

“You need me to spell it out for you?” comes your teasing answer. Your fingers find his hard cock under his boxers, stroke the tip. “Please put it in me, sir.”

He laughs at your oddly formal request. “Baby, we shouldn’t. What if someone hears?”

“Well, your mom keeps saying she wants grandbabies, so I was thinking… what if we give her one for Christmas? It’ll just be nine months late.”

It’s difficult for Jin to focus on your words when you twist your fingers like that. “Wait, what?”

You roll over. “Merry Christmas, I stopped taking my birth control!”

Jin blinks. The two of you had been talking about it for a while, but he’d thought - he’d been afraid - that he was more into the idea than you. “Are you saying… ?”

“Seokjinnie,” you sigh, cupping his cheek, “put a baby in me.”

He smashes his plump lips into his pillow to muffle his loud whimper. “Fuck, yes, lemme knock you up!” he hisses, quickly maneuvering you onto your back. You laugh at his eagerness, hushed giggles that only make his heart beat faster with adoration.

It doesn’t take him long to get you wet with his fingers, and then he’s thrusting into you, biting his lip to suppress his moan. You’re rarely quiet when Jin fucks you, so he slips two fingers into your lips to keep your mouth busy.

“Shit, baby, so tight,” he grunts. You whine around his hand, eyelashes fluttering as he hits your sweet spot with his powerful pumps. “Gonna fill you up good, you ready?”

You nod, releasing his drool-coated fingers. “Come on, Seokjinnie, make my belly swell, fill me up!”

The thought of you round with his child pushes him over the edge. He spills into you, painting your womb white.

Euphoric, his head drops onto your shoulder. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispers.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you purr. “You know, it might take more than one shot, baby. Better try again.”

Jin groans, cock already hardening again. “Best. Present. Ever.”

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sailoryooons · 7 months

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𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱

TIS THE SEASON FOR HALIWEEN! Haliween is a month-long writing event that features just a handful of easy, fun activities! Halloween is my favorite holiday and Autumn is my favorite season of the year!

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Your request will look something like: Trick or Treat! Milky Way + Ghost + Scream and I will write the member, Halloween element and trope that matches those selections on my super secret matching sheet! You may trick or treat as many times as you wish, but all of them might not be filled.

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☾ The following pairings are acceptable: BTS member x reader, mem x mem, or any combination of multiple BTS mem x reader

☾ Requests may be submitted on and off anon regardless of the content

☾ You must submit a request between October 1, 12:00 am - October 31, 11:59 pm ET - I will not accept late requests.

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☾ Requests may be inspired by prompts, scenarios, scenes, photos, lyrics or any other media.

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𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

Every Thursday I will share fic recommendations and reviews that are supernatural/Halloween-themed. I want this to be a mix of things that are currently on my to-be-read list and things recommended to me!

If you have a fic to recommend for me, tell me here!

#i've been waiting to do this for two months #really hoping that people like the trick or treating part #i wanted to do something fun and unique!!#haliween #flashing gif #tw: flashing gif #tw: flashing images

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bangtanintotheroom · 1 year

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Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

I know the holidays are a busy time for many people, but compared to last year when I joined, it almost feels like a ghost town. I ask if people want to see teasers or graphics I made and out of the significant amount of followers, I only get a handful interacting, many of them my moots (ily guys so much and appreciate you mwah 💋)

I was letting it slide until I saw the amount of notes Offsite Services has been getting. Mind you, it’s a drabble collection based off of Fanservice, which judging by notes, is one of my most infamous works. Here’s a comparison:

Fanservice: 1,877 notes

Offsite Services: 180 notes with Up Close and Personal having 242 notes while “Bear” with Me only has 111 notes

You see what I mean? Offsite Services only has just under 10% of Fanservice’s notes. And they’re in the same series!

It’s bothering me because so many people for months have been asking for updates for this series. Now that I started it back up, it’s practically radio silence and it’s highly discouraging. It definitely cemented my decision to work on whatever speaks to me at the moment and not try to rush things out, only for it to get little recognition.

And to get back to the likes/reblogs issue, lately, it’s seemed like it’s worsened these last couple of months. I know there’s a lot of users who shifted here from Twitter thanks to the madness that’s been going on, but you need to understand something:

Likes do not spread our work around.

Works can get buried within tags, especially if they don’t have a large amount of notes, which makes it harder to get recognition. By reblogging, it introduces our fics to a wider audience, even if you only have a handful of followers. Believe me, it helps!

And feedback is always helpful as well! You don’t even have to write a full essay, something along the lines of ‘thank you for writing this!’ or ‘wiofwoihih this was SO GOOD’ is highly appreciated.

Also, my ask box is always open, for anons and non-anons. If you want to talk about something or just say hi or discuss a fic or WIP, don’t be shy! I might not respond right away, but that’s because I’m busy or at work. I only won’t respond if it’s a request (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED INDEFINITELY) or someone demanding I update a fic (which hasn’t happened yet, thank God).

I don’t want to drag this on much longer, so I want to just cap this off by asking again why there’s less people interacting lately. These are the answers I came up with:

1. BTS’ hiatus (which doesn’t make sense to me because now would be the best time to catch up on fan content but 🤷🏾‍♀️)

2. Taking a break from Tumblr

3. Not enough time to read

Again, these are only my theories, but I won’t know for sure unless you guys tell me. If you know the reason why and would like to tell me, feel free to come to my ask box. All I ask is that you don’t be rude or extremely defensive; whatever reason you might have is valid and I’m not trying to start any fights. I just want some clarity to help ease this question that’s been bothering me for the last couple of months.

Thank you so much if you read all of this, I appreciate it greatly. I hope everyone has a steady 2023 and I wish you all the best. 💕

- AJ 💜

#rambles #important

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jjkgyu · 2 years

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Can I request a bts reaction with what they do for your birthday? It’s my birthday on the 19th and I’m so excited!!!

BOYFRIEND!BTS: HOW THEY CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY ♡

tysm for the request!! and happy birthday for the 19th i hope u have the best day!!!🤍

kim seokjin

seokjin would want to plan you the most extravagant birthday, even if you told him again and again that you weren’t expecting anything special. he would want to make up for the fact that he was working during the day, so that night he’d tell you he was taking you on a date. he’d pick you up and tell you to wear a blindfold because he had a surprise. he would carefully lead you into your favourite restaurant that he had rented out, as your family and friends inside surprised you by singing happy birthday. he would make sure the night was so special for you, and even though you told him he had done too much for you, he’d say, “you deserve it all my love.” seokjin would have all your favourite meals served and your favourite cake to celebrate and end the night.

kim namjoon

namjoon would be so organised when it came to your special day, and he’d start planning weeks in advance to make sure he’d have the day free. he managed to book a weekend getaway at a beach house for the two of you, and he’d have it set up for when you walked in with balloons and flowers and presents for you. “i don’t want you to stress for one second on your special day,” namjoon would tell you, and he’d make sure the whole trip consisted of relaxing with your boyfriend, which he knew you needed. you’d help him cook dinner in the kitchen with your favourite songs playing, and you’d eat together on the balcony overlooking the ocean as you talked about everything and anything. namjoon would even surprise you with a cake to sing happy birthday. overall, he would make sure your birthday was a very chill escape from your normally hectic lives.

min yoongi

yoongi would want to make the time he spent with you on your birthday special. although he was working all day, he would pick you up in the evening and would surprise you by booking a night at a fancy hotel for the two of you. he’d make sure to have your bags packed already, and he’d go the extra mile having a cake brought up by room service after he had taken you out to dinner at the hotel’s rooftop restaurant. your boyfriend would sing happy birthday in the cutest way and feed you the cake himself. yoongi would want you to relax the whole night, telling you the rule was, “whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets.” he’d run a warm bath for the two of you, massage your shoulders, and get under the cozy sheets together as you watched your favourite movie until you both dozed to sleep.

jung hoseok

hoseok would want to pack your day full of fun. he’d start your day by taking you out for breakfast and would tell the cafe that it was your birthday so they would bring out a cake for you. he’d take you to an amusement park since he knew you always wanted to go, and he’d bite his tongue and say yes to whatever ride you wanted to go on, even if it was terrifying for him. the two of you would share fairy floss and hotdogs and all kinds of festival food, and the night would end with the two of you watching the fireworks together as he made sure that you had a good day. “all that matters to me is that you had a great birthday,” hoseok would tell you, planting a kiss on your lips as you assured him it was the best day ever.

park jimin

jimin would want to go above and beyond for your birthday. he’d planned a holiday for the two of you months in advance but wouldn’t tell you where you were going as it was a surprise. the two of you landed in paris the day before your birthday, so on your special day you woke up beside him in your gorgeous hotel room. jimin would press kisses to your lips as he wished you happy birthday, and then he’d order breakfast for the two of you that you shared on the balcony overlooking the city. the day would be spent with the two of you lounging in bed, sightseeing around the city together, and eating at different restaurants and cafes. you’d end the night sitting in front of the eiffel tower with your boyfriend, as he whispered in your ear, “i’m so grateful you were born, y/n.”

kim taehyung

taehyung would keep your birthday celebrations lowkey but meaningful. he’d book you spa appointments with your friends during the day so you could relax, and once you returned home that evening your boyfriend would have a three course meal ready that he had been cooking for you. “is the birthday girl surprised?” he’d smirk as he placed a kiss on your lips, proud of what he accomplished in the span of a few hours. the dinner would consist of all your favourite foods, and he’d set up the table ready for a candlelit dinner with you. taehyung would even be the type to be dressed in a suit even though you were eating in your living room. he’d make you a birthday cake and sing for you, putting on music in the background as the two of you danced and eventually fell asleep bundled together on the couch.

jeon jungkook

jungkook would want your birthday to be a really special time with your loved ones. he had gone behind your back to plan a party with your family, and picked you up on your birthday to take you to your parents house. it would be so lovely to see your boyfriend get along so well with your family, and you’d have the best time eating and dancing and opening gifts. once the party had finished, jungkook would want to go the extra mile so he could spend some alone time with you on your special day, so he’d take you back to his place so you could open his gifts for you. he’d watch you open them with the biggest smile on his face, telling you, “you deserve so much more, baby,” when you told him it was too much. you’d pull him in for a kiss to thank him, before he pulled you into his bed so you could stay the night with him.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 2 years

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Souvenir - BTS OT7 CEO au Chapter fourteen

I call this the bad cheese before the storm…. I have an anon who basically guessed what I was planning via a request to do it! I couldn’t answer the ask before this chapter, but I will now!!! 6.4K

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“It’s so warm,” you say to yourself absentmindedly as you look out into the sunny streets of Florence.

Taehyung hums in agreement from where he’s sat opposite you, watching you sip your drink with the fondest smile. Elbow on the table, jaw resting on his palm, admiring you as you take in the view, loving the look you have on your face.

“To think it's cold back home,” you giggle softly, catching the sight of Jimin pulling Jungkook around the shop opposite where you both sat through the window. “I can’t believe we have to go back tomorrow.”

“We could always stay for a week flower,” Taehyung suggests playfully, his eyebrows wiggling, wishing you would agree but he knew he’d be pushing his luck.

You reply in an unimpressed look before rolling your eyes and smiling.

“I think the others would catch the next flight over and hunt us down,” you laugh as the thought comes into your head. You missed them, but you didn’t let the guilt of leaving them behind stop you from enjoying yourself. When was the last time you had a holiday?

The pair of you turn your head to the loud sound of an engine, watching a motorbike pull up to the cafe you both sat outside of. You frown when the rider does a double take as he jumps off, his helmet set on you. Taehyung also notices, wondering if it was another sleazy asshole he was going to have to scare away with his deathglare.

Your frown turns into shock when the mysterious figure in black leather jacket takes his helmet off, a knowing grin on his lips fixated on you.

“Lemon gelato!” He greets you and you almost facepalm as the memories from your last visit suddenly resurface. He approaches you with open arms, and you can’t help but grin back with a laugh.

“Allesandro,” you shake your head in disbelief at the familiar face as you rise from your chair to meet his embrace, completely unaware of your boyfriend’s stupor that turned into deadly daggers. “You’re still working here?”

“You’re still obsessed with lemon gelato?” he teases you, matching your tone of disbelief, nodding to the empty ice cream cup with the little plastic spoon.

“It was chocolate,” you lie with a pout but he sees right through it, laughing at you.

You’re both interrupted by the deep distinct cough, and you finally unwrap your arms from your old acquaintance to meet the stoic stare of your almost forgotten companion. You feel your cheeks begin to burn with realisation, fumbling with your words as you introduce Taehyung to the waiter you came to know through many frequent visits to this cafe.

“Lemon gelato?” Taehyung questions, eyes on you that said a lot more than his words.

“Ah this sweet girl would visit me every day for it, it was the highlight of my day,” Alessandro looks at you affectionately, and if you didn’t miss the look, there was no way Taehyung did. You smile back sheepishly, remembering the crush the waiter had on you, one that you might’ve indulged in to score an extra scoop of gelato, but in your defence you only flirted for the food before he made his feelings abundantly clear. After that, you stopped it all together. “She wouldn’t tell me her name so I started calling her that.”

“Actually I distinctly remember betting you couldn’t guess it for free gelato,” you tease right back, narrowing your eyes playfully in jest. “And you started calling me that so you wouldn’t lose any more money.”

He chortles at that, head falling back as he laughs into the air. Truth be told you would’ve probably fallen for him in a heartbeat, if your heart at the time wasn’t occupied by longing for your seven bosses. Distance made the heart grow fonder, and for you it was when you realised you were developing feelings for them.

Your smile disappears as you take in your boyfriend’s face, his jaw clenched unimpressed as he glared at you both. This reunion was going to bite you in the ass, you just knew it.

—

His blood was boiling. He tried his hardest to swallow it down, but by doing so he became deathly quiet, the grip on your hand tight as you all walked back to the apartment they bought for this impromptu holiday. Florence, the city of love, he thought it was the perfect getaway for a blissful escape but now he swore he was never ever coming back now the blue eyed waiter tainted it.

Taehyung remembers missing you so badly that week you went away, it was early on in your career with them but when you left for your holiday you took a part of them with you, and today he finds out while they longed for you, you were hitting it off with some tall dark and handsome bastard, doing who knows what.

He shouldn’t be jealous, logically he knows he has no right to be, but he doesn’t care. He can’t help the sour nauseating disgust run through his stomach at the way Alless-asshole was staring at you. He shouldn’t be feeling so sad about the fact you shared inside jokes with another man from a time before you were all together, not with his own history, but he had hoped the pining he had back then was mutual, that you were missing him as much as he missed you.

He sighs deeply to himself, the three of you eyeing him cautiously as he unlocks the door.

“He looked like he was going to murder someone when we left the shop,” Jimin mutters to Jungkook, wearily watching his best friend and his vice grip on your hand as you both enter first.

“What did bunny do?” Jungkook whispers back, not missing the way you were trying to find the words to deflate whatever situation they were oblivious to.

“Are you upset with me?” you dare to ask when the emotion is evident on his face despite how hard he was trying to come off as despondent. “Tae-”

He lets go of your hand, walking away from you into the bedroom, leaving the three of you standing there gobsmacked.

“He’s such a baby sometimes,” you mutter more to yourself than the others, stalking after him to find him already on the bed scrolling on his phone, completely ignoring your presence.

“What happened while we were shopping?” Jimin frowns at the obvious hurt expression on Taehyung’s face, wondering how on earth it got there when moments before they left him he was grinning from ear to ear with you.

It was your turn to sigh, shaking your head at Jimin that now wasn’t the time for explaining yourself, not yet anyway. You march up to the bed, climbing onto the mattress before you purposefully straddle his lap, pushing his phone away from his face but still he refuses to look at you.

“Tae-Tae are you really mad at me?” you try to find his line of sight but he avoids your eyes, shaking his head silently in answer. “So why are you looking so sad?”

“Someone want to tell us what's going on?” Jungkook huffs before jumping on the bed with you both, stern look on his face as he studies you.

“We ran into an old acquaintance of mine,” you sigh, “I think Taehyung’s imagination is getting the best of him.”

You raise your eyebrow up at the middle maknae, an obvious challenge in your tone that makes him scoff in outrage. It was a cheap move on your part but it worked now that he was finally looking at you, albeit with a little more anger than you would’ve liked.

“I’m not blind flower,” he grumbles, pouting with a fire in his gaze. “He looked at you too familiarly to be just an acquaintance.”

Now Jimin and Jungkook knew where this was stemming from, recognising the jealous tint in Taehyung’s glare now the emotion was starting to seep its way into their own bones.

“Who exactly were you acquainted with angel?” Jimin asks with a forced fake smile on his face.

“Okay, let’s make this very clear,” you answer firmly, not leaving any room for misunderstandings. “One, this was well before our relationship, two, nothing happened, three, you guys seriously can’t talk about previous romances because I can jump on this green bandwagon too.”

You look at them all sternly, putting your foot down before their negative emotions could ruin your trip. Jungkook doesn’t look impressed but bites his tongue, remembering the time he might’ve, sort’ve flaunted his ex around to get a reaction from you before you all started dating (in his defence he's still adamant it was Jin’s idea). Even Jimin remembers the time you came back from your last Italy trip, and how he might’ve accidentally absentmindedly mentioned Taehyung’s past which caused a downcast on your angelic features. He would never forget that.

“Our past was before we met you,” Taehyung stubbornly states, never one to back down. “This was after you met us, when we were falling in love with you.”

You sigh, running your hand through his hair as his arms wrap around your waist. The thing was, you understood this emotion perfectly, you had felt it countless times before with them, so you couldn’t blame him, not one bit. It was an irrational response, but not one he could control very well, you had been in these very shoes.

“He asked me out,” you reveal, watching his jaw clench in upset as he looked away from you. “And I said no, because I realised I was infatuated with the seven of you.”

You can hear his little breath of surprise when his eyes bore into yours again, a vulnerable feeling swimming in them as he gazes up at you when you lean towards him.

“Am I here with him, or am I here with you?” you whisper, a soft smirk on your face as you tug his head back further with your fist in his hair. His mouth opens as he exhales at the sensation, his tongue wetting the corner of his lip as he watches you, the temperature in the room beginning to shift.

Even Jimin and Jungkook’s lips parted in shock, swallowing the empty air after hearing the seductive lilt to your voice. You were starting to play dirty to distract them, but they didn’t mind.

“My baby boy asks me to skip work, piss off my four boyfriends at home, and fly away with him into the sunset,” you breathe against his lips, smirking wider as his gaze tries to find where they’re connected. “And here I am, with you.”

“You’re too enticing for your own good flower,” the low hum of his voice vibrates against you as he pulls you firmly on his lap, but he’s unable to help himself and let the topic go. “Even he had a nickname for you.”

You can still hear the displeasure in his tone, still see the doubt in his mind through his hooded eyes as he nuzzles his nose softly against yours, leaning forward to kiss you but you move away just out of reach. Tease, he thinks, but he smiles in spite of himself.

You can hear Jimin scoff behind you, you didn’t have to see him to know exactly what annoyance he was wearing on his face and in his posture, you almost hear the way his arms cross.

“He gave you a pet name?” Jungkook complains, his frown taking over his face as he looks at you unimpressed.

“I didn’t ask for one,” you sigh exasperated by the conversation.

“You didn’t tell him not to call you that,” Taehyung mumbles, lips pressed against your jaw as he speaks just to feel better connected to you.

It was your turn to scoff, using the grip in Taehyung’s hair to pull him back and away from you as you stared him down.

“How many girls did you call ‘flower’ before me?” you voice the insecurity that has secretly been eating away at you over the years, turning the tables on them since they were refusing to let it go. “How many ‘angels’ were there? How many Kittens and bunnies and baby girls have you all had that I feel jealous about?”

You think their silence is answer enough, but you don’t see the look of shock on their faces, you can't look at any of them with the revelation of your own green little monster you kept out of sight.

“Who did you call ‘good girl’ before me?” The last question comes out as a whisper as a sad pit sits hollow in your stomach. You never let yourself entertain these thoughts before, but here they were spilling out of you. They made you feel so special but you weren’t a fool, it didn’t take a genius to figure out they must have had pet names for people that weren’t you.

You feel his hand caress your cheek soothingly but you close your eyes to avoid his gaze.

“No one,” Taehyung reveals to you, kissing the corner of your lips now your clutch in his hair slackened. He stares at you in disbelief, not missing the soft scoff you emit at his words. “Flower, look at me.”

You try to follow his instructions, unable to completely meet his gaze but he can see the vulnerability swimming inside of your eyes that were in his only moments ago. Those names were yours, a part of him is hurt you would ever think he would call anyone else his flower, but at the same time, given their history and the pieces of it you knew, he understands better than anyone where your thoughts were coming from.

“Angel, you know I’ve only ever called other people vultures,” Jimin defends himself, unable to keep the whine out of his voice as he sits on your other side on the bed. “You’re my only angel.”

“I’m not talking about the women at work, Jimin,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “I’m talking about people you loved before me.”

“Noona-”

“You guys don’t have to lie to me,” you cut Jungkook off. “I’m not saying you did anything wrong, it's just-”

“Flower,” Taehyung calls for your attention sternly, his tone sounding like he was telling you off. The hand on your cheek is joined by his other palm, entrapping your face so you can’t look away from him. “Listen to us, we’re not lying.”

“I’ll call Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung right now if you don’t believe us,” Jimin threatens. But how were you supposed to trust those words, something bitter inside of you refused to.

“Jin hyung has never called anyone beautiful girl before,” Jungkook stands up for the others that weren’t here to defend themselves. “Hobi hyung calls you sunshine because you are his sunshine.”

“Fine, the names might’ve been different, but that’s not-”

“Y/n how are you so blind?” it's the lack of nickname from Taehyung’s lips that have you finally meeting his stare of disbelief, his hands dropped from holding your face onto the bed. “We gave you those names because we didn’t know how else to show our affection.”

He can’t believe he has to explain himself, how did you not know?

“You were our employee, Namjoon hyung forbid us from revealing our feelings, we still needed a way to let them out somehow.”

“We’ve never had to do that before angel,” Jimin continues, stroking your hair gently, his soft tone a stark contrast to Taehyung scolding one. “We were telling you we loved you without actually telling you.”

“Did we give anyone else a pet name? We cared about you more than just an employee, we wanted something special with you, something that satisfied our longing bunny,” Jungkook states, his words giving you de ja vu from a long while back, he said something along those lines before. He sits up a little more, leaning into you on the side Jimin wasn’t occupying, his nose in your neck.

“If you want us to call all of our exes to prove it to you we will,” there’s a conviction in his voice that tells you he will if you ask it, but you shake your head, you didn’t need to ignite other insecurities by meeting their other drop dead gorgeous previous lovers, you had already seen one and that was enough.

You feel his wet tongue on your neck like a dare, his lips pressing open mouths kisses to the skin as if to both soothe you and rile you up.

“When are you going to realise we love you flower?” Taehyung’s voice drops in octaves, the rumble of his voice pulling you out of the dark pit you were creating inside of yourself, until you felt butterflies fill up the empty space. “Since the moment we met you, it's been you.”

“We’re supposed to be on holiday,” Jimin chuckles, joining the maknaes ministrations on the other side of your neck, his teeth lightly tugging on the flesh, grinning when he hears you suck in a sharp breath. “Can we please put this topic, as well as ourselves, to bed?”

“Taehyung started it,” you mutter slightly childishly with a small pout, earning a small chuckle from each of them. The insecurities were far from gone but at least there was now a smile on his face, his previous disposition fading.

“My silly pretty flower,” he murmurs, fingers holding your chin as he finally steals your lips in a deep kiss.

—

“You two are going to make a hole in the floor with your pacing,” Namjoon comments, sighing at the pair despite his own eyes snapping to the door every time the wind rustled.

“It's Sunday, why aren’t they back yet?” Hobi groans as he walks around in circles.

“They didn’t even tell us what time their flight was,” Jin rants with every step.

“They knew we’d camp at the airport,” Yoongi mumbles, standing by the window as he peered out, looking like the cat you always compared him to be. “Those brats, when I get my hands on them...”

“Manipulating my sunshine into going away with them,” Hoseok grumbles, continuing the tone of Yoongi’s threats. “Where the hell are they!”

“You think Kitten is innocent in all this?” Yoongi scoffs, remembering the audio message the maknaes cruelly sent them disguised as a present. “I say once they’re back we ignore her for a week.”

Namjoon chuckles at that, dimples cracking his frustrated exterior, as if Yoongi would survive a week ignoring you, especially if you begged and pouted for his attention. Who was he trying to kid, he was soft for you.

“Find another way, I can’t ignore my beautiful girl for a week,” Jin ridicules the suggestion. “We barely survived a weekend without her, why do you want to make that torture longer for us?”

Yoongi mutters under his breath, something that sounded a lot like “teach her a lesson” but the others couldn't be entirely sure.

The sun was setting lower and lower as they waited, to the point they stopped their pacing, Yoongi now sat with his back to the window on the floor, tired of looking out of it.

“What if part of this punishment is they extend their trip for a week?” Hobi mumbles sadly, you wouldn’t do that to them right? But you had already followed the troublesome trio out of the country and abandoned them, who’s to say you wouldn’t play into this cruel prank more than you already had.

“We’d hunt them down if they dared,” Yoongi replies, no word of a lie in his tone.

Just then, like a ray of hope, they see headlights pulling into the estate, the four of them turning their heads to the sound of tyres. Yoongi’s the first one out of the door as the others shoot up from their respective seats eagerly following him out. His steps are quick, you’re barely out of the car before you’re engulfed by his embrace wrapping around you tightly. You hear him release a deep breath, as if he had been holding it since he last saw you, and to him it felt like he had. You smile into his chest, having missed them even while you had fun on your trip, holding him back just as tightly until it hurt.

“Ya Yoongi stop hogging her!” Jin yells, wanting to rip you out of the shorter man’s arms and into his own. Hoseok doesn’t even wait, tugging on your arm to pull you away. The second you’re let go, you're lifted into the air by another set of arms around your waist, Jin having swept you away before Hoseok could.

“Hyung!”

“Did you miss me beautiful?” Jin asks, finally feeling full again now you were here, the smile that had been absent on his face returning with you. You steady yourself in his hold, arms around his neck as you beam down at him.

“So so much,” you exclaim with a happy grin, leaning down to kiss him to prove your point.

“Hyung stole my move,” Jungkook mumbles in the driver's seat to the other two maknaes as they also make their way out of the car. The second they’re out, you’re dropped to your feet, Jin already yelling at them the second they came into his peripherals leaving you to laugh but worry for their safety as a chase ensues.

“Sunshine,” Hobi calls for your attention, his hands cradling your face as he takes you in like you were a figment of a lost dream coming to life.

He kisses you, hard, tongue demanding entrance as it pushes against your lips. It was the type of kiss men give their wives when they returned from war, breathtaking, leaving you in a daze as he parts. His forehead leans against yours, face as close to yours as he can get so you breath each other in, the look on his face turns stern.

“Don’t do that again,” he warns before joining Jin in capturing the maknaes. You watch for a second before you remember there's still one of them you haven’t greeted.

“Joonie,” you whisper, looking for him before your eyes settle in front of the mansion where he stood, meeting your longing gaze with his stoic one.

“It's getting cold,” he announces, looking away from you to the rest of the boys with his jaw slightly clenched. “We should take this inside.”

With that he turns away, shit, he was mad. You don’t waste a minute running after him, why does Taehyung get you involved in his games when it results in Namjoon’s wrath? Next time you were not going to give in to his puppy eyes and begging, you swore it, even if it sounded a little bit like a lie.

“Joonie!” you call after him, almost running him over as you attack him with a back hug. “Please don’t be mad.”

You hear him sigh, tightening your arms around his waist like a shackle tying him to you. You weren’t moving until he forgave you, or at least smiled at you or something.

“You’re sleeping next to us for the week,” he declares, no room in his tone to misunderstand exactly who he was referring to. “I don’t care if the maknaes whinge or whine about it.”

You bite your tongue at the comment you wanted to make, the fact that wasn’t that how this whole thing started? Instead you nod against his back, nuzzling into him, trying to make him let go of any resentment he held.

“You three took things too far,” Jin berates the trio as the remainder of your boyfriends finally follow you both inside.

“We know,” Jimin admits with a small sheepish smile. “So we got you all something as a peace offering.”

“We remember your last peace offering brat,” Yoongi growls, the audio clip on the group chat still not forgotten.

Jungkook can’t help the snigger escape his lips, or the smirk on his face, that was especially cruel of them, but fuck was it fun. He brings four little gift bags in front of their eyes. You finally lift your head away from Namjoon’s back, the curiosity getting to you. You don’t remember them buying any presents… but then you also didn’t realise when one of them was keeping you distracted while the other two slipped in and out of shops to purchase these gifts.

“I think you’ll like these ones Hyung,” Jimin grins sinfully, eyes boring into your own as he addresses Yoongi. Oh that look on his face did not bode well for you, you had seen that mischievous glint in his eyes too many times before.

Jungkook passes each of them a bag, each of them a different colour.

“Open them.”

Why does Jungkook look so excited? Why did it suddenly make your fight or flight reaction activate?

You peer over Namjoon’s waist to see him open his first, mouth hanging open in shock as he pulls the black lace out.

“Are you guys kidding me!” You can feel your cheeks burning, finally understanding the looks in their eyes. “When the hell did you buy that?”

The trio only laugh, delighted at your reaction, and the way Namjoon was taking the black teddy in, already imagining you in it. Perhaps a little bit of forgiveness was due when they were being this thoughtful.

“Oh my,” Hoseok chuckles, the sadistic lilt to his voice unmistakable. You dare yourself to look, only to find… was that seriously what you thought it was? “We’re gonna have a lot of fun with this sunshine.”

Yep. It was a vibrating wand. The maknaes brought Hobi a vibrating wand.

“You three could’ve warned me at least,” you say through gritted teeth, eyeing the toy in Hoseok’s hand as if he was going to strike now.

“And miss your reaction to this? Never,” Jungkook’s face hurts from grinning so hard.

You turn to Jin’s laughter, a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs waving in front of him as he takes them in.

“I can’t wait to use these,” he admits bluntly, not missing the way you almost choke.

“Yoongi hyung I chose yours specially,” Jimin says sweetly, the angelic look on his face doing nothing to fool any of you.

He doesn’t say a word as he pulls the collar out of the bag, but the smirk on his face says it all as he admires the object. You bite the inside of your cheeks as he turns the front of it to face you, the tag ‘Kitten’ seen clear as day, before you bury your head against Namjoon’s back, feeling him vibrate with breaths of laughter as your arms tighten around him.

“I have work in the morning,” your muffled voice announces, the words roughly translating to ‘not tonight’. That was fine, they had next weekend to play with them.

“So are all the games done and over with now?” Namjoon asks the trio, addressing Taehyung specifically who had yet to speak. “You got your revenge, let's end this here.”

“That all depends on one thing hyung…” Taehyung squares up to their leader, ready to make his demand. “Never,” he pauses so they hear how serious he was, punctuating the word sternly, “...call her good girl again.”

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You’d unpack later, you decide as you enter your room, body aching from the flight. Every step you took you tried to stretch a limb, the tired feeling settling into you now you were back. You just hoped you weren’t jetlagged tomorrow, although it might help your excuse as to why you weren’t in. You snicker to yourself before you yawn, who would’ve thought you of all people would skip work to go on holiday with your boyfriends, if any of your friends heard the story they would not believe it. Maybe they would once they met the troublesome trio, then they would understand what you were up against. No one would blame you then.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a firm knock on the door, Namjoon standing at the entrance of your room, still wearing that stoic stare. He doesn’t look as harsh now that it's coupled with a grey top and red shorts, in fact you could almost kid yourself he was harmless. You frown at him as he keeps his silence though he steps in, wondering why he was here before you remembered his little ultimatum.

“Joonie, promise me no funny business,” you whine sleepily, chucking your luggage to the corner of the room to deal with another day. You had work in the morning, you all did, you could not afford to be more tired than you were already going to be.

You hear him scoff, an unimpressed look on his face that so resembled Taehyung’s when he wore the same expression. They were both so similar and yet polar opposites too.

“Funny business like running away to Italy?” he deadpans. You swore to yourself then you were never going to get caught in the middle of their wars or games ever again, it was too exhausting for you, and every time you would be in trouble with whoever lost.

Pouting the best you can, you wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him earnestly with your chin to his chest.

“I missed you,” you reveal, your heart aching at the memory of him being so far away.

His features soften at your words, he can hear how honest you were, he can see it in your open eyes that become hooded as you tiptoe to kiss him. It starts off slow, seductive, you were pulling out all the tricks to convince him to forgive you but he cant find his voice to chastise you, not when your tongue swept across his bottom lip. Didn’t you say no funny business?

“Having fun?”

Namjoon groans when you part away from him to greet Yoongi, sending the older male a death stare for interrupting.

“You’re all in my domain Min Yoongi, my rules if you want to sleep here,” you state confidently, hands interlocked behind his neck as his palms hold your sides.

“I think my kitten is getting too big for her claws,” his eyebrow raises at your tone, as sexy as he found this attitude, he didn’t like the threat of you kicking him out if he didn’t behave, not after your stint with the maknaes. “I think you could use a little more training.”

He smirks suggestively and you groan in protest.

“Babe I have work in the morning, please,” you whine.

He gives in, kissing you softly on your cheek, a light spank to your asscheek before he lets you go… Maybe the others were right, maybe he was soft on you.

“Are we all going to fit on the bed?” Jin announces his entrance with the question, Hobi not far behind, the pair of them bringing their pillows like you were at a sleepover or something.

“We got the extra large bed for her room for a reason,” Hoseok says, grabbing your hand to pull you towards the mattress so he could cuddle and sleep.

“Hobi I need to shower and change first,” you say with a yawn, starting to feel a little disorientated in your sleepy state, but it doesn’t stop your boyfriend dragging you onto the bed.

“Tell us about your trip first sunshine,” he says, his arms wrapping around you as he laid you both down. “Jimin said to ask you about a waiter?”

Whatever tiredness you were feeling jolted away, a nervous chuckle leaving you as you wrack your brains for an exit from this topic or you really weren’t going to get any sleep.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow I promise,” you keep your voice steady before you change the subject. “What did you guys get up to this weekend? Did you have fun?”

Four stern serious stares answered that question for you, you think they roughly translated to, ‘are you being serious right now?’

“It was the worst weekend of my life,” Jin dramatically sighs.

“I don’t think you realise how much trouble you’re actually in Kitten,” Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head at the audacity of such a question. “Just because we’re going easy on you now, doesn’t mean we will tomorrow.”

“B-but I was the hostage in the situation,” you complain. “And you forgave them!”

“Really babygirl?” Namjoon looks at you sceptically. “You had no choice in the matter?”

“I-I…”

“The maknaes got us all gifts in apology,” Hoseok grins wickedly.

“You haven’t made it up to us yet beautiful,” the smirk on Jin’s face says more than his words, making your heart do somersaults at where the conversation was heading.

Dig yourself out Y/n, dig yourself out.

“But I got you guys a gift too,” you say as cutely as you can through your pout, trying to hide the panic in your system.

“What did you get us, sunshine?” Hoseok chuckles,

“Me,” you announce with a grin, arms going above your head to form a heart.

You fight back laughter when Hobi almost chokes, Yoongi laughing through his gummy smile though he was turning red like the rest of them. Namjoon looks away, hiding his face in his hands as if feeling cringed by the cheesiness but you don’t miss the dimples in his cheeks. Jin can’t fight his smile, the top of his ears burning red as he looks away from you when you wink. Why were you so cute?

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Bonus scene :

It was Friday, the day after they came home to find you and the maknaes were gone and now the emptiness they felt in the office since your resignation found its way home. Namjoon was dreading this weekend, wondering whether he should work just to distract himself from your absence, but that plan was barely working now.

The four of them sat in the silent office with different looks of despondency. Hoseok‘a frown filled his face, the look in his eyes angry one second before they turned to sorrow in the next, his thoughts jumping from one emotion to another. Jin, for once, looked completely stoic, not an inkling of his happy disposition anywhere on his face. Yoongi was ready to bite someone’s head off, not that was any different from any other day but today the urge was uncontrollable. Namjoon’s jaw was forever clenched, not relaxing even with the ache in them.

They all snap out of their collective grumbling when four distinct ringtones simultaneously buzz into the room, all of them sharing a look before they whip their phones out.

Office romance

Jimin : Hyungnims, we realise we may have taken things too far in our plot for revenge

Jungkook : please forgive us we acted out of anger

Jimin : We can’t imagine a weekend alone without Angel, we’re so sorry for putting you through this with our selfishness

Jungkook : please accept this as an offering of peace

Taehyung : *audio message*

“Somethings not right,” Yoongi stares a hole into his phone as he rereads the group chat. “Those brats are laughing at us. I can feel it.”

“Maybe they really are sorry,” Hoseok mutters, wanting to give them the benefit of the doubt. “Who’s brave enough to press play?”

“Namjoon?” Jin offers their leader to take the plunge.

The second he pressed the little triangle all of their breaths caught in their throats to the sound of you crying out in what they knew was pleasure.

“I can see why Namjoon Hyung favours this position,” they hear Jungkook moan out. “Fuck Baby girl your squeezing me so tight.”

There’s a sadistic chuckle heard from the device like they knew Namjoon’s blood was boiling as soon as the name was uttered. The others stare in shock, this form of punishment too cruel with the already dismal weekend ahead. And at work… they were sending them this torture while they were at work, knowing they would have to carry on with the day as if nothing had occurred. The lead CEO has half a mind to end the voice message there, but he can’t bring himself to.

“Kitten don’t cover your mouth,” Jimin taunts. “Let the Hyungs hear you.”

“That fucking brat!” Yoongi tells, a spew of swears leaving his mouth as rage fills him.

“She really does look like a kitten with that choker,” Taehyung’s signature deep lilt rumbles through the phone, his voice full of amusement at their expense. Namjoon has no doubt in his mind about two things, this was Taehyung's idea, and the maknaes knew, this reward they were giving them was no reward at all when they couldn't see you.

“Come on beautiful girl let them hear you,” Jungkook orders gutturally, the sound of his palm spanking your ass sharp through the speakers followed by your delicious whines.

“Ya why is he taking this out on me, what did I do?” Jin eyes turn into boulders and he spits out his outrage.

“They better not fucking call her sunshine,” Hoseok growls, stern stoicism turning his features to stone, but his eyes burned through their device of torture.

“Don’t call her you know what,” Jimin laughs as if he heard Hobi’s comment. “Hoseok Hyungs scary when he’s pissed.”

“He didn’t call her a good girl so he’s exempt,” Taehyung mumbles.

“Ya what the fuck!” Jin uncharacteristically swears in his outburst. “I didn’t either you asshole!”

“Ah Kookie right there,” as soon as your voice comes through the phone they turn quiet, ears listening intently for you. The microphone must’ve been right in front of you, because if they closed their eyes they could almost pretend you were within reach. “O-oh fuck!”

“Holy sweet fucking torture,” Hobi breathes, his fingers gripping the wood of his desk as your whines and moans only grow louder.

“Baby girl if you want to cum…” Taehyung’s sinister smug smirk could somehow be heard. “… call Jungkook daddy.”

With that the message ends, palpable tension fills the room as they all take in what just happened. The only thing they can now hear is their own heavy breathing, their desks concealing a hard problem from each other. It was a good thing it ended there because Namjoon was seconds away from throwing his phone into the wall.

This weekend was going to be Hell.

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Mini chapter / drabble that takes place after this one can be found here

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vnyverse · 1 year

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may i request a scenario with haerin where, they’re about to sleep facing each other and despite the darkness around them, reader still manages to see and capture haerin’s beauty. slightly touching her features to feel it and smiling at just how lucky she is to have haerin.

this is too specific but i dreamt of it and can’t get it out of my head. also just because i love haerin so much 🥲

side note: i really really really love and enjoy your work AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. i love the way you narrate and everything. you’re my favourite author out of everyone. keep writing wonderful works, vyny!

a/n: I’m glad you like my writing, and I hope you like my playful take on this! I'm still exploring what lenses I’d like to write through, and am currently experimenting between multiple writing styles so I apologise if my works seem to be inconsistent or have gaps! Always open for requests and criticism. I’ve personally never been attached to anyone, been in love with or crushed on anyone before, so sometimes I sort of write in my own way of how I am able to appreciate what I sense and see, sorry if its a little oddball-ish. A little embarrassing when I think of it sometimes heheh

Bts I guess but I listened to a whole christmas playlist writing this because I think christmas songs are what give me most warmth even if I don’t celebrate xmas? (Think jazz, Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, an occasional sprinkle of Chet Baker.)

Cold, seemingly bland spaces can be warmed up with the presence of belongings. Belongings that tell a story, or for the matter of fact reveal anything about its owner, that a homeowner may be an adult who values utility, a child that is obsessed with aeroplanes, or a teenager that likes punk music. Today, the rain’s gentle pitter patters and the ensuing cold made it as if you were a cold space in need of light and warmth. The television host of whatever gameshow was playing was so perky you wanted to give her a slap, but it did its job of holding your attention hostage till the centrepiece returned- your dearest Haerin. Just as you think of her, a knock on the walnut door is heard.

Her presence was made known with the little shuffles- what you knew as attempts to remove those shoes she complained were too tight. You made a mental note to get her another pair one size bigger. What you didn’t expect, however, was that she came home bare-faced, like she had conquered the day of nosy reporters and blinding camera flashes without any make-up. It was a pleasant change, and you wish it could be that way, she was in her full beauty without makeup, you always thought so, and you genuinely wished that she could do whatever she found comfortable, of course that was not to say that olive-coloured contact lenses, some lip tint amongst other beauty products had no effect of enhancing her beauty. It was just because it was simply a pity the world would never get to appreciate her in her most natural form. No, she was not a black cat, a dancer, singer or a girl group member. In the moments you spend together she is her inquisitive self, a soul deserves happiness, a young maiden that finds beauty in making sense of her surroundings. God even knows what it was that made her chuckle at her own antics sometimes, just like now, with little sounds summoned by her almost tripping over your shoes, the very corner of her pillowy cherry lips threaten to remain high up, and then she does the little thing where she bites one side of her bottom lip, leaving the side out playfully-as if it took the place of a tongue that was supposed to stick out. That’s a part of what makes her so lovely and refreshing.

You take your time with her, as you always do. How could you not when she looks at you like that? When she looks at you like you’re her whole world. God sure took his time crafting this girl’s features. She melts into your touch as you ready her for her skincare routine by gently brushing her long, dusty ash coloured hair, before tying it together in a neat bun. You think to yourself how everyone else can always be classified as a colour, but Haerin in essence would never be so one dimensional that she simply falls under any one specific colour. She could be a sky blue if she wanted, or maybe a lilac purple, hell, the girl could even be a dark maroon if she desired so. Now she was all ready for bed, and you could not resist tracing your fingers through her features, what she responded with was a curt nod coupled with unmistakably happy orbs, what you’ve deciphered to be simultaneously a green light and a yes please.

You’ve thought for long how exactly to piece together her beauty to Haerin herself in words, the best you can and without thinking you muster up something between nothing and everything, a coughed out ball of adjectives you somehow managed to deliver. You could, as cliche as it sounded, and did in fact exaggerate that you would have a video camera pan in and out of her features, edit it, and have an audience gasp at the entirety of the video, and this is how you envision it goes. You cringe at your idea now, thinking of yourself as a genius no more as you reveal your elementary idea to God’s now dozing off magnum opus.

You were sure every glance at her kittenish countenance would be a perpetual wonder for you. Her hair, when tied up, revealed little ears that seemed to perk up excitedly, whether out of shyness when she faced you, or if they maybe wanted to take a peek at you when your eyes weren’t on hers. How her kind, gentle brows seemed so gently slant it allowed your eyes to follow them and slowly move south like a traveller, onto large and curious almond eyes that put other honey coloured eyes to shame, not before taking a gentle descent down the slope of her nose, her shapely soft cheekbones, and perfectly deep dimples that were lethal for any pair of eyes to travel toward. The journey does not end there, of course, your eyes would then take a trip to how the area near the ends of her lip would subtly crease at whatever little observation she had that successfully demanded her attention, and how her puffy cheeks were annoyingly soft.

But until you are sure you can express the entirety of your absolute and spontaneous appreciation for her, you express it through the little things.

“Night night beautiful.”

“You too.. loveyouy/n”

Now you pull the sheets over the girl, for your exploration could take place after abundant rest and maybe then you would find something new and equally intriguing on your next.

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This girl is just so adorable 🥰

#gg fluff #gg imagines #newjeans fluff #newjeans imagines #haerin #newjeans haerin #haerin x reader #kang haerin #newjeans #newjeans x reader #gxg imagine #kpop girls

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m-jelly · 2 months

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Hey, Jelly!

If you have time to write, could I request a Levi x Reader in which both of them are grandparents to many children with whom they go on a beach vocation (and their own kids) to have some family time?

When their kids and grandkids are on some trip, Levi and the reader get all romantic with each other in the bedroom (nsfw) and go for a swim at night afterwards.

This is my first time requesting and english isn’t my first language. Sorry for any mistakes and I absolutely love your work!!

Summer sun and summer fun

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, married life, dad Levi, grandpa Levi, mum reader, grandma reader, fluff, romance, implied smut.

Levi and you take the family to your summer home where you have fun with the kids and grandkids. When night comes in, Levi and you go to your own private room and show each other passionate love before having a cheeky night swim.

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Note: Due to the OG request asking for three different parts, I had to cut down the smut part to implied things otherwise this would have been in the thousands.

The music that played in the car was nice and soft, but it brought in a little buzz in the car for what was to come next. A soft tapping came from the wheel of the car from Levi's thumbs. Smiles were on both yours and Levi's lips because your intended stop was the holiday home Levi owned.

Levi moved one hand off the wheel and placed it on your thigh. "This is going to be fun."

You placed your hand on Levi's. "It's going to be incredible."

"All that sun and peace." He glanced over at you. "The kids and our little grandkids."

You whined a bit. "I can't believe our babies have had babies." You looked over at Levi. "I feel old."

"You're still young and sexy to me."

You giggled at his flirting. "Oh, Levi. You're my sweet handsome husband." You released a long sigh. "Damn, you look so good."

Levi smirked. "Thank you."

"I'm gonna nibble you later."

"I look forward to it." He spied the home and pulled up into the parking spot. "So many memories here. I'm sure we made at least one of our kids here."

You giggled. "I know we did." You slipped out of the car and smiled. "Looks beautiful." You looked behind you and waved to your kids as they drove closer. "I can't believe we're bringing our grandkids here."

Levi walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Mm. It'll be fun but right now I'm thinking about how sexy you are."

You squeaked a bit when he bit your neck. "Down boy, down. Save it for later."

He smiled when his kids got out of the car with their kids. Lilly was your eldest and had two little ones. Evan was your second eldest with one little one. Daisy was your next and she was expecting and then your youngest, Bjorn was your youngest and he was at university with no partner yet.

Levi released you and pulled out two keys. "All right. Your mum and I are in the guest house for some alone time."

Lilly snorted a laugh. "No surprises there."

He handed her a key. "You lot have run of the whole house."

Evan scooped up his one-year-old. "Thanks, Dad. I know you arranged this so you can have Mum to yourself, but we appreciate having the big house. Brings back memories."

You smiled softly. "So many good memories here. I loved coming here with you four and now there's so many of you and the family will get bigger."

Daisy patted her belly. "You're right about that."

You welled up. "You're glowing!"

All your kids awed and gave you a group hug, along with your grandkids. There was a lot of love in your family, it was a house always filled with laughter, hugs and kisses. It was a happy home that was filled with supporting words.

After accepting hugs, you helped your kids move their suitcases into their rooms. You moved to the kitchen and started cooking for lunch. Levi helped you out as Lilly's two kids wanted his attention and to play with him.

Evan and Bjorn ran over before scooping up the two kids and running off with them to the beach. It was always like this, a bit of controlled chaos, nothing too loud and always fun.

You packed everything up and put it in a cooler and bags to take to the beach. "Levi and Lilly, could you both take these down to the beach for me? I'm going to move into the guest room as you do."

Lilly grabbed a few things, she was always strong like her dad. "Got it!"

Levi grabbed a few and kissed your cheek. "You're amazing."

You felt your cheeks burn. "Thank you."

Levi trudged through the sand as he got closer to the private beds. He had a sweet smile on his face as he watched his kids and grandkids. He turned his head and replied to his daughter Lilly as she told him a few stories about things going on.

The Ackerman family was a very close one. Staying in touch was so important and you were always calling and texting each other. You lived rather close to each other, so if the kids needed you to babysit their babies you and Levi would jump to it.

Lilly smiled at Levi. "Dad, I know you're dying to see Mum. Go to her before the kids want to play."

Levi winked at her. "Thank you." He sprinted over to the guest house and tackled you into a hug. "Darling!"

You let out a surprised yelp. "Levi, you little devil."

He bit your shoulder and sucked a mark. "You're so delicious."

You turned in Levi's arms. "We should get back to the kids and grandkids." You moaned as he kissed your neck. "I made lunch as well."

Levi pulled back. "Lunch. Mm...we'll eat with the kids and grandkids, then I will eat you later."

You pulled from his grip. "You're so dirty."

"I just have this massive love for you."

You raised a brow. "Massive huh? Well, you're right about that. It is."

Levi ran after you as he growled a little. "Naughty wife."

"I'm very naughty. I will get naughtier tonight." You grabbed Levi's hand and pulled him along to the beach area. "We're back."

Daisy gasped. "Mum! The lunch is so good!"

You felt moved as everyone thanked you. "You're all welcome." You sat down and smiled as your one-year-old granddaughter climbed onto your lap for a hug. "Bless her."

Evan smiled. "She does love her grandma."

You hugged Evan's daughter. "I love her too. I'm happy to give you all hugs." Your two other grandkids ran over to you and started telling you stories and showing you. You wrapped your arms around all of them. "Shall we make sandcastles or do you want your grandad to chase you?"

They gasped. "Chase! Chase!"

Levi jumped to his feet. "You better run fast."

You helped the one-year-old to her feet and let her join in a bit. "What a lovely view and scene."

Lilly and Bjorn sat on either side of you and hugged you. Lilly hummed a moment as she watched her Dad and husband play with her kids. "What's it like? You know, becoming a grandma?"

You smiled at her. "Emotional. Your babies are having babies. It's a lot to process. You never stop being a mother though." You played with her hair a little. "Your kids will always need you, like you always need me and your father."

Tears filled Lilly's eyes. "It's scary, getting old."

"What's scary about it?"

She looked away from you. "Losing you and Dad."

You wrapped your arms around her. "That won't be for a long time, okay? You know how stubborn your father and I are."

"You're right."

Bjorn huffed. "So morbid. Mum and Dad will live forever."

You giggled. "You're adorable, Bjorn."

Daisy trudged over and flopped onto your legs. "I need Mum time."

"You doing okay, Daisy?"

"Just feel big." She rubbed her belly. "I don't know how you did this four times."

Lilly giggled. "Mum's a trooper."

You smiled softly. "Your father and I wanted a big family. Levi is an only child and it was just him, his mother and father. Levi dreamed of a big family with a lot of love and laughter. We all gave him that." You looked over at Levi as he started to walk back. "When I met him he was just this grumpy and lonely CEO. Now he is always smiling."

Daisy smirked. "And chasing you around the house."

Levi came to a stop. "Chasing who?"

Lilly smiled. "We were saying that you're always chasing Mum around the house. We've always known you two are deeply in love."

Levi sat behind you and hugged you tightly. "She's just so sweet, kind, caring, funny and beautiful."

You giggled as he nibbled your neck. "Calm down, Mr."

Evan walked over with two kids under his arms and the eldest running over in front of him. "Dad getting handsy with Mum again?"

"He's behaving."

Levi smiled at his kids. "Just making sure your mother knows she's loved."

Evan looked down at his daughter. "Little one is tired."

Lilly stood up and picked up her daughter as her husband picked up her son. "I think it's naptime for these lot."

Daisy giggled as her husband picked her up like a bride. "Same for us."

Bjorn sat up. "I could do with some sleep."

Levi kissed your neck. "We'll rest too."

You stood up and sighed. "Sounds like a great plan."

Levi picked you up making you laugh. "See you all soon."

You kicked your legs. "You're so handsome."

Levi smirked. "Thank you. You're stunning and gorgeous." He sped up and raced to the guest house. "Now, we have some fun alone time."

You purred at him. "You still want me?"

He lay you on the bed and sighed. "I want you all the time. I love you, all of you. You're my perfect and cute wife."

You lifted your hips as he slowly dragged your shorts and panties off. "Levi."

He ran his hands up the outside of your thighs slowly. "May I devour you?"

You nibbled your lip. "Please do."

Strong loving hands gripped your thighs tightly as soft moans escaped you. For countless years Levi had delighted in the meal that was you. He'd always take his time so he could savour every single drop that came from you. It was an addiction and he knew there was no cure, but that didn't bother him because he wanted to have you for the rest of his life.

Once you felt a pop of euphoria you had to beckon Levi to be one with you, otherwise he would keep going. Though you were both older, you still acted young in the bedroom. Exploring different positions and Levi moving deep and hard. The two of you panted and moaned together filling the room.

The two of you knew every inch of each other, it was like both of you were open books that you would read forever. Levi would press you into all kinds of perfect shapes, each position ensuring your maximum pleasure. Levi always made it about you because he got off on seeing you experiencing pure orgasmic bliss.

Both your bodies were decorated with love bites to show off your possessiveness for each other. Nails dragged over perfect muscular skin as pleasure ripped through you over and over. Though Levi could no longer give you kids, he skill would mumble about his kink of giving you one.

After giving you one last burst of pleasure, Levi pressed in deep before experiencing his body shaking bliss. As you both heavily panted, you admired each other and then shared a sweet and loving kiss that made you feel like you were forever bound together.

Levi held you for a while after as you both kissed and talked sweetly. He played with your hair for a bit. "You're so cute and perfect. I love you."

"I love you so much, Levi."

He blushed a little. "We missed dinner with the kids."

"I think they know what we were up to." You sat up and stretched. "You wanna have some fun?"

"Again? Give me five more minutes."

You got out of bed. "I didn't mean that, I meant we could go night swimming."

Levi stumbled out of bed. "Night swimming? That sounds amazing."

You pulled on your swim things. "Come on, handsome."

Levi put his swim shorts on and ran with you down the beach to the water. "Slow down!"

You turned and ran backwards. "Come on, handsome! You're supposed to be stronger and faster than me."

Levi sprinted and tackled you. "Got you!"

You screamed in delight. "Told you!"

He jumped into the water with you before swimming around as he held you. "Swimming around with the love of my life under the light of the moon, it's the best thing ever."

You showered his face with kisses. "This is a perfect day. I can't wait for the rest of the holiday."

"It'll be nice and relaxing." He hugged you tightly. "I'm going to spoil you more when I retire."

"Lilly will do you proud taking fully over."

He smiled. "She's doing incredible so far. I'm barely doing anything now. I'm so proud of her, of all our kids. They're all incredible."