#i also really want to be bent over furniture

[needycatboy]

WHY am i not unexpectedly being bent over furniture and fucked quickly and unceremoniously until my boy starts moaning and coming deep inside my cunt before being straightened out and sent on my way???

#oops #the consequences of my boy telling me I'm like a fleshlight settling deep into my brain in real time #i also really want to be bent over furniture #gel.⬇️ #angel.queue #they speak #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #nblnb nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #nsft t4t #t4t kink #ftm t4t #ftm kitten #ftm sub #ftm bottom

[allfearstofallto]

C, H, I, L, D, E for Childe 😋😋!! (Keeping up with the theme of Childe lovers in ur ask box)

YOU CHILDE FANS MAKE ME SICK!!

Anyways, this was so fucking fun to write, thanks you!!

TW: finishing inside, breeding, public sex, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, prostitution (??) (kinda?? spoilers he fucks for information)

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

His seed is precious. It's what he'll use to make children with you soon, so why shouldn't it be deep inside you? Your tight hole swallows him so much, it's able to take a little more. No matter what position he fucks you in, whether it's on your back with your legs up, or bent over whatever piece of furniture is the closest, he finishes inside you. He holds steady with his hips pressed against yours until every drop of him is inside you. His favorite part is pulling out and watching his cum dribble out, happy to have bred you with it.

H air - How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Orange is his hair color across his whole body, including down below. Coming from Snezhnaya, where the cold is constant, he isn't partial to shaving any of it. Childe makes sure it's well groomed, trimming it if it ever gets too long or uncomfortable, but he prefers his pubic hairs longer.

The sight of you with your lips around his cock is already outstanding, but when he forces your head down, making you take him all the way to base, he hisses in delight. Your nose pressed against his long patch of pubes, drool and slobber leaking down onto it messily, makes him never want to cut it.

I ntimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He can fuck you until you're weak in the knees, unable to stand the next morning and he does like it better this way. But he also is able to be slow and sensual as well. If you're good to him, he's good to you, bringing you to the point of multiple orgasms with his fingers and tongue.

Even he can't stand a slow pace for too long though and eventually he'll start fucking into you roughly against, his dick aching for relief. But he'll still kiss you all over, praising you for taking him so well.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

Childe prefers places that are semi public. Places where he could get caught, but most likely won't. Places where even if a person were to walk by, the act could be covered quickly and with ease.

His favorite is the living room of his manor, with all the large windows open. You'd still be wearing your long dress, just with your panties pulled to the side and with his cock was pulled from his pants. Your bounce up and down on his dick, the fabric of your dress being enough to cover the scene. If anyone were to see, they'd think you were just too lovers, cuddling together on the couch. Little did they know he was actively creaming your insides as they walked past.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

As much as he doesn't like to admit it, he doesn't let his cum go to waste. If you're not there to swallow it down in your mouth or pussy, then he'll drink it himself. He cums into his hand and laps it up, letting the salty liquid flow into his mouth.

Originally he did it out of what felt like obligation, but as time went on, he started to enjoy it. A part of him secretly got off on swallowing it himself, his cock growing hard as he remembered the taste.

E xperience - How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's just about as experienced as you'd expect from someone with a face as pretty as his. Women fall at his feet constantly, so of course he's had his fair share of tastes. His perceptiveness is what really sells him though. His ability to tell slight differences in moans, or even feeling which spots make you tighten more than others.

His skills are used for more than one off flings though. While he prefers to do things the brute force way, he knows that not all missions can be solved with fists. The best way to get information out of someone, is to give them what they want, and usually that thing is his body. He'll blow their mind in bed for the right price, a deal is a deal, after all.

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin Childe Headcanons #genshin headcanons #childe smut #childe x reader smut #childe x you #genshin smut #mdni

[the-froschamethyst4]

Choking

➤ Day 2

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x Neighbor! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Choking, age gap, P in V, language, aggressive behavior, some eating out, some boob grabbing, ass slapping, fingering, kissing, passing out

𖤐Summary: Ghost felt horny after work. He was bored and wanted to have some fun, so he asks his neighbor Y/n to help him just a bit on his situation

——————

———————

5:00PM

Simon Ghost Riley just got off of work. He was bored the entire day working. He only did Traffic Stops at work and everything was boring and earlier today when he checked his phone something had popped up.

He followed his neighbor Y/n's Instagram account and what popped up was her in a red two-piece bikini laying by the pool at their apartment complex.

Her legs looked perfect, they looked smooth and shiny. One photo was then of her chest her bikini top was small and the triangles just barely covered her nipples.

He opened the door to his apartment and rubbed his tired eyes and messed with his crotch as his dick was hardened by his little neighbor.

Now, you're also probably wondering why he follows her on Instagram, well...she gave him her Instagram to get a hold of her.

Ghost didn't have Instagram and barely knew how to use it; he didn't have any sort of social media. He thought that no one should know about his business, not even his own friends from work, and was wondering why she just didn't give him her phone number instead?

He removed his uniform and looked down at his boxers seeing his friend standing up. He grabbed some sweatpants and walked out of his apartment going across the hallway to his little neighbor's door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The door opened and he looked down at Y/n who was in black booty shorts, and an over-sized t-shirt that went to her mid-thigh.

Ghost could barely control himself.

Holy fuck

"Oh hi, Simon. What can I do you for?" She asked all innocent and kind to him.

"Hey, Y/n...umm~ I was wondering if you can help me with something?"

"Oh okay, like what?"

"I have some furniture to move, and I was wondering if you could help me?"

"Oh yeah, let me get some socks on and I'll be right over," she gave him a sweet smile, one that makes Ghost melt every time he sees her.

He went back to his apartment and messed with his crotch again, but it was hard and sensitive. He bent over and his arm was against the wall as he moved his hand from his crotch.

"F-Fucking hell," he groaned as there was a small knock at the door, he knew it was Y/n and he opened the door letting her inside.

"Hey, I'm all set," she walks inside.

"Right..." he shut the door. He looked down at her as she really did seem like she wanted to move stuff around but really...that's not what he wants.

Ghost towered over Y/n making her turn when the light was being blocked.

"Oh hi," she said, looking up at Ghost.

"Hi," he picks her up and with instinct her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms went around his neck. Ghost's hands rested on her waist.

"W-What are you d-doing?" She asked.

"You posted a picture of yourself on your Instagram, and I've been wanting to fuck you all day long."

His lips landed on hers. They started to make out and Y/n wanted to push him away but deep down she didn't really want to. Ghost started to walk to his couch and sat down with Y/n now on his lap.

His hands went from her waist to her butt. He started to massage her butt earning a soft moan from her. His hands then went up her shirt removing it over her head and tossing it on the floor at his feet.

He pushed her on her back, he unhooked her bra and removed her shorts tossing them. He looked down at her naked body.

"You don't wear panties under your shorts?"

"I was home. So, there's no point in wearing them..." she looked embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed, love," he bent down close to her neck and kissed it also leaving some small purple bruises on her neck.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she felt cold air hit her body and made the hairs on her arm stand up and her nipples hardened against his chest.

He licked his middle and ring fingers and slowly shoved them inside her lower half. She bucked her hips up and moaned his name, he kissed her lips, and her moans were muffled into the kiss.

He sat up and wrapped his big veiny hand around her neck. Her little hands held his as he was holding her tight but not tight enough to cut off airflow.

"Ah~ S-Si," she moans as he shoved his fingers faster inside of her earning a loud moan from her lips. He smirks as he squeezed around her neck just a bit tighter and his fingers moved faster.

Her lower half sounded wet, she moaned and gripped at his hand that was around her neck and her other hand gripped the one pushing his thick fingers inside of her.

"A-Ah~" she huffed out a moan as she felt herself about to cum on his fingers which she soon did.

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean, his hand around her neck stayed there. It was still tight, and she could barely catch her breath now.

He sat up and removed his sweatpants and removed his boxers as well. His dick sprung out and Y/n's eyes widened at his huge dick.

He pushed himself inside of her and she moaned as her walls were being stretched.

"AHH~!" She moans as her hands clawed at the hand around her neck.

"Si-Simon," she moaned. He didn't listen as he thrusted quickly in and out of her. Her legs squeezed around his waist.

She now could barely breath. Ghost kept going and moaned when he could feel her tighten around his dick.

"H-Holy hell," he moans.

"Mmm~" she whines clawing at his hand. "S-Si I-I can't b-breath," she cried. When she talked it felt like her breath was just being taken away and she couldn't catch her breath.

Ghost looked at Y/n's face and saw how red her face was. He quickly removed his hand and he started to cough, it sounded hard, like a flu cough, and she took deep breathes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he bent down close to her face and kissed her temple. She was still taking deep breaths.

"I-It's okay," she said as she rubbed at her neck, and he was slowly thrusted in her now.

Her arms went around his neck as he held her waist. He put all his weight on her as he was now lazily thrusting inside of her.

He felt himself twitch inside of her and he pulled out watching cum leak from her.

He bent down and licked between her folds. Her thighs tighten around his head moaning and gripping his dirty blonde hair. He smacked her thighs leaving a handprint on her thigh. She moaned when he smacked her.

He moved his mouth and pulled her close to his dick. He brought her leg up and kissed her inner thigh.

"Ah~ S-Simon," his hand went up her stomach and groped her breast. She moaned as he also pinched her nipple. She moaned and grabbed his hand.

He kissed, sucked and bit at her inner thigh and did the same to the other thigh.

"Si-Simon."

Simon then smacked her thighs again and she moaned again, he smirked and started to become a little more aggressive. He turned her over, he sat up on her knees and brought her ass up and her face was pushed into the cushions of the couch.

He pushed her face into the cushions, he smacked her butt and squeezed her butt as well.

He moved down and licked between her wet folds, she moans and gripped the soft couch cushions. He pushed his fingers back inside of her. She moaned into the cushions, and he smacked her ass again.

"Si-oh my god," she let out a breathy moan.

Ghost's eyes were dead as he listened to her moans. He stood back up and pushed his dick back inside of her and gripped the back of her neck and brought her up as her face was against the side of his. His left hand went to her throat and his right hand went to her left boob squeezing her and holding her up.

She was a mess when he started to thrust inside of her. Her hands went to the back of his head and gripped his hair. He pushed her back down on the couch cushions and kept moving in and out of her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She kept moaning as she felt herself about to cum again.

Ghost could feel her about to cum too and moved quicker and watched her squirt onto his dick and on her lower stomach.

"You are such a messy girl," he said, pulling out and running his fingers between her wet folds and licking his fingers and her clean.

She fell flat on the couch and Simon smirked and chuckled at her.

"Come on, love, let's go get you clean," he said, pulling her up and taking her into his bathroom running a bath and placed her into the tub and he got behind her in the hot water.

She was so relaxed and leaned back and hit his chest and let out a satisfied moan.

He rubbed some soap in a loofa and started to rub it on her skin.

"Thank you, Simon."

"Please call me, Ghost if you want."

"Ghost?"

"I'm a LT in the Military and a deputy for the Police and my codename is Ghost in the Military."

"Oh, I understand." She smiled at him.

"That...that smile of yours. I love that smile of yours. Every time you smile at me, it makes me melt. I'm so glad, I was able to..."

"Fuck me?"

"Yeah~ I was trying to find a better way to say it, but you took the words right out of my mouth," he smirks. "Also did I hurt you when I choked you?"

"I mean...I'm okay, it just took my breath away a little, but I'm okay, I promise, I'm okay," she said.

---------

"So, I'm guessing you never had any sort of furniture to move?"

"No, no, I didn't, sorry I trapped you here."

"Don't say that. You didn't trap me," she smiles.

"But I'm sorry that I did that though."

"It's okay," she said as she opened the door. She was ready to go back home.

"Hey...if you want to, later tonight you can come back over, and we can have dinner."

"Yeah...I'll come back...what time?" She asks.

"Umm~ in an hour maybe?"

"An hour?" She questioned.

"Yeah...we can make the food together," he leaned against his doorframe.

"Yeah, I'll come back soon," she smiles.

"Good...ummm~ see ya' later."

"See ya," she smiles.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: hoshi + silly

alternative title: the morality of silly string

pairing: hoshi x gn!reader

genre: non-idol au, established relationship, crack, fluff

word count: 1018

warnings: none

event taglist (send ask to be added): @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @etherealyoungk

"Are you really sure that Jeonghan will be okay with us spraying his entire house in silly string?"

"Of course not!" Soonyoung chirps, cheerfully. "He's gonna hate us for it."

You blink. "Wait, what? Soonyoung, I agreed because I thought that Jeonghan asked you to do this for him!"

Earlier that day, your boyfriend had woken you up with a grin and a kiss and asked if you wanted to come out and buy tens of cans of silly string with him. 

"It's for Jeonghan's house," Soonyoung had explained. "I'm thinking at least thirty. Maybe even fifty cans, if we wanna fully cover his entire house." 

You'd blinked. "Does Jeonghan want this?"

Soonyoung had grinned, waving his hands. "Of course he does! You know those weird moods that he gets in. He'd love his house covered in silly string."

Now, he laughs at your mildly annoyed face as you help him carry the bags of cans back home. 

"Soonyoung. Babe. Are you telling me you lied to me?"

Soonyoung just laughs harder. "I can't believe you believed me! You normally see right through my lies."

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend continues to cackle maniacally, before eventually nudging him to get him to stop when the passersby start giving the two of you more and more suspicious looks. 

"You're still gonna help though, right?" Soonyoung asks once his laughter dies down. 

"Hmm… I dunno…"

"No! Y/N, please please please help me," he begs, and he tries to clasp his hands together before remembering the plastic bags in his hands, and resorts to giving you the biggest, saddest pleading eyes that he can muster. "Do it for me! Please please please!"

You look at him for a long moment before your face melts into a smile. "Well, maybe I do secretly want to silly string Jeonghan's house, deep down. It'll be the perfect form of payback for when he broke into our house during the night and toilet papered all our furniture for April Fool's this year."

"Oh yeah!" Soonyoung frowned at the memory. "That sucked. It took ages to unwrap the fridge, too. I was starving the entire time."

You nod your head resolutely. "This can be our revenge. Let's go, Soonyoung. Let's do it tonight."

"Aw, yes!"

———————————— 🏠

"Are you sure we should be doing this? What if he gets really mad?"

Soonyoung stares at you in disbelief. "Y/N," he says. "We're at his house already. Are you seriously backing out now?"

It's the middle of the night, and you and Soonyoung are hiding behind a couple of cars parked on the street, peering over the bonnets to look at Jeonghan's house. The windows are all dark, and you're sure that Jeonghan is probably in bed right now, oblivious to the chaos that Soonyoung is hell-bent on bringing to him. 

You, however, are having second thoughts. 

"How are we gonna explain this? He's gonna be so mad. He's gonna get back at us for this, you know. What if he breaks into our apartment again as payback? And, I dunno, turns all our clocks three hours forward?"

"Um." Soonyoung's lips twitch. "That's a pretty tiresome way to get payback. I don't think Jeonghan would do that."

"You never know," you hiss back. "Jeonghan is petty as hell. He could do anything."

Soonyoung nods, agreeing. "True."

You slap his arm. "Plus, this stuff isn't biodegradable! We're damaging our planet!"

"Uh, we bought the environmentally friendly silly string for that exact reason—"

"And how is he ever gonna get this off? Silly string is sticky as hell!"

"Babe, I said that that was kinda the point—"

"And also!" You wring your hands together. "What if he finds out that we did this to his house? He's literally in there right now, he could open his curtains and see us!"

"We'll explain this as early Halloween decorations. Say we accidentally got our calendar mixed up."

"That's not gonna help explain ourselves!" you protest. 

Soonyoung shrugs. "Well, we're not gonna have to explain ourselves if we work fast and get out of here quickly."

His message is clear, for you to hurry up and stop talking, but you ignore it with a frown. 

"This feels wrong. I think this is a bad idea."

"Babe, are you really going to talk about the moral nature of silly stringing your friend's house?" Soonyoung asks, tilting his head. "Because I'm pretty sure it's not moral, but it's not immoral either."

"Yeah, it's just stupid!"

"I'm glad you agree!" Soonyoung grins, and gives you a kiss to the top of your head before jumping up, cans in hand. "I'm gonna go do his porch. You can sit here and worry your pretty little head off, or you can help me, babe. It's up to you."

And with that, he scurries away, and you're torn between being annoyed (endeared) by his behaviour and giggling at his words. 

You settle for glaring at his silhouette instead, lips twitching slightly at the hilarious sight that is Soonyoung darting from one car to another, leaping over the fence and hiding behind bushes, rolling down the pathway before getting to the porch. 

He's so weird. 

God, you love him so much. 

That's how you end up gradually creeping out from the side of the car, opening Jeonghan's front gate and slowly crunching your way down his gravel pathway until you're right next to him.

"Hey. Y/N."

You look at Soonyoung, prepared to tell him that you're gonna dump all the blame on him the second Jeonghan spots you two, but your boyfriend is grinning at you, all bright and adoring as he stops in the middle of silly stringing Jeonghan's porch, and you pause. 

He leans in and kisses you quickly. "I love you."

You roll your eyes. "You're just saying that to get me to help you silly string his house, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"...Perhaps."

"Ha! I knew it, you can't resist me."

"Okay, nevermind, I'm not helping."

"No, wait! Sorry. I love you. Please help me."

"...You're lucky I love you too."

#fairyhaos.works #k-labels #the 2k event -- fairyhaos #svt #seventeen #hoshi #soonyoung #seventeen fic #hoshi fic #svt fic #svt hoshi #svt x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #kwon hoshi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi x you #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #svt soonyoung #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #hoshi fluff #hoshi imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic

[familyvideostevie]

we were flyin'

short and sweet! doing laundry with rooster in your new home is silly and lovely | fluff, 0.9k

"Are you going to help, or what?"

You blink and realize that Bradley is staring down at you, holding out a sweatshirt for you to take. This is new for both of you -- it's the first time you're doing laundry in your new place, your first real home together.

"I am helping," you say, snatching the piece of clothing from him and folding it. You add it to the correct pile on the floor around you. His shirts, your shirts, his shirts that you also wear, his pants, your pants, socks, etc. It's so domestic your teeth ache.

He smirks. "I think you were staring at my ass when I bent over. Again." You fight a grin because obviously he's right. From this angle he looks impossibly tall and broad, handsome even in his rattiest sweats and a tattered t-shirt, hair a mess from a day of chores. He's beautiful and bright and yours.

"So what if I was?" you say, leaning back on your hands. His smirk turns to a toothy grin and he puts his hands on his hips and twists.

"Well, sweetheart," he says, "I don't blame you. It's a nice ass."

You laugh. "Don't get cocky, Lieutenant." Bradley groans.

"We talked about this," he says. "You gotta stop calling me that." The tips of his ears are slowly turning red.

"Remind me why?" you tease, batting your eyelashes at him. He groans again.

"Because," he drags out, taking a step towards you. "It's too...hot coming from you." He drops to his knees and you gasp quietly, which brings back his stupidly handsome smirk. "And it makes me want to do this."

With a speed you imagine comes with flying million dollar jets as his day job, Bradley is in your lap, knees bracketing your hips. You lean back instinctively, hands clutching his unfairly large biceps. One of his palms cups the back of your head and the other your jaw. He's heavy, sure, but you can tell he's keeping most of his weight off of you.

"Oh," you say, a bit stupidly. Even still, after knowing and loving him as long as you have, you're flustered."Point taken."

"Hold on," Bradley says, voice a little rougher than before. His face is so close you can see his pupils dilate. "Not done yet." He drags his lips across the soft skin of your cheek. Your fingers dig into the material of his t-shirt. Your heart hammers in your chest.

"Tease," you mutter. He hears you and chuckles lightly before bringing his lips to yours. Despite his teasing, the kiss is soft, gentle. His lips are a little dry and he licks lazily into your mouth just once before pulling away. He swipes his thumb over your lower lip and then flops off of your lap onto the floor next to you.

"Watch the piles!" you tell him, not really meaning it. He manages to swing a leg over yours and pull you into his side in one motion. Your head pillows on his shoulder and you rest your hand on his chest and synch your breaths.

"Can you believe it?" Bradley says softly. You hum, not sure what he means. In so many parts of his life, Bradley is a leader. He's confident, steadfast, prepared. He knows what he needs to do and he does it. People look to him for instruction but also for a joke, a kind word, a smile. He's magnetic in every room he's in. You adore all of these things about him, of course, but you also love the moments like this. When he's feeling softer, when he's with you, when he lets himself be more open. You love seeing this side of him and it feels like magic that you're the one who brings it out of him. "That this is our house. Our house."

You shift a little so that you can see his face. He's looking at the ceiling, eyes wide. There are still boxes in pretty much every room and you don't have a real coffee table yet. You keep rearranging the furniture in the bedroom and yesterday Bradley confessed that he still needs the GPS to get home from work. It's the beginning of something wonderful, something you never thought you'd have: a life with someone who loves you.

"Yeah, baby," you tell him, heart swelling. "It sure is." His mouth curls into a sheepish smile and he meets your gaze.

"Are you happy?" he asks. "Cause, I gotta tell you, I'm really fucking happy." You trace his chin with your thumb, unable to fight your own grin.

"I'm really fucking happy, too," you whisper. It's the truth. Sprawled out on the floor of your messy home, surrounded by laundry, encased in the arms of your beloved? There is nowhere happier.

Bradley kisses your forehead. "Good," he says, squeezing you just a little. "That's all I want."

"I love you," you tell him. Before he can reply, you keep talking. "But we really need to finish the laundry, Rooster," you say, patting his chest gently. "Unless you want to sleep on a bare mattress tonight."

He sighs, a great big breath that makes you rise and fall. "Yeah, yeah," he groans. "Just a few more minutes." You feel his lips on your hairline, his own admission of love a whisper into your skin, his heartbeat steady beneath your palm and honestly, a few more minutes doesn't sound too bad at all.

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

#bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw fic #top gun maverick fic

[rashomonss]

“These chains are to ensure that you can never leave me” this with Lucifer x F!MC please? CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWERS!

ty so much!! and thank you for all your support as well i really appreciate it!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

i always love yandere lucifer tbh, i mean who doesn’t? haha anyways I hope you enjoy!

also if any of you would like to request a remaining prompt for this event please do so here!

warnings: mentions of manipulation, obsessive thinking/ behavior, mentions of being restrained

you’re not going anywhere

You had liked Lucifer, this was common knowledge to everyone around the two of you.

After all it’s not hard to catch the little glances you sneak his way, or the fact that you go out of your way to seek him out.

Lucifer knew this as well, and enjoyed the attention you would give him, frankly a bit too much.

As this continued the Avatar of pride found himself becoming completely infatuated with your presence entirely, to the point he began to want you all to himself.

He was never a fan of the way other demons looked at you, be it a low level runt or Diavolo himself. It pissed him off, so much so he began to think of ways to get you away from said demons.

So his first course of action was to make you his, and with a bit of manipulation and spoiling on his end he was finally able to get a solid confession out of you, which delighted him greatly.

However this possessive nature of his became worse when the two of you had begun to pass the five month period.

His brothers and even friends would mention his possessive behavior and ask if you were alright with him acting like that. You however brushed it off and joked that it was just Lucifer being Lucifer.

Little did you know, you should have taken their advice a bit more seriously.

It was the middle of the week and you had just come back from the Demon Lord's castle after having tea with Diavolo. Lucifer blew up your D.D.D with messages about where you were and who you were with, which in turn cut your visit with them short.

You made your way to his room slightly annoyed that he did that. Sure you forgot to mention Diavolo invited you to tea, but he didn’t have to get so bent out of shape about it and demand you come home.

Just as you went to knock on his bedroom door it flew open and Lucifer grabbed your arm and pulled you inside his room harshly.

“You sure took your time getting back didn’t you?”

“Look I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about my visit with Dia, but you didn’t have to blow up my phone and be psycho about the whole thing” you said giving him the same attitude he gave you.

Lucifer sighed and grabbed his face with his gloved hand. “This is what happens when humans have too much freedom” He spoke softly.

“Excuse me?” You replied annoyed.

“I should have kept you home more, otherwise I wouldn’t have had to stress trying to figure out where you were.”

You stayed quiet for a moment and looked at his unreadable expression.

“To make sure this doesn’t happen again you’re staying here from now on, where it’s safe I’m able to keep an eye on you.”

“What?! No way, I’m going wherever I want, there’s no way you’re putting me on house arrest”

“Who said anything about letting you walk around the house?” He replied. You gave him a look of horror as your heart dropped and began to run for the door.

Lucifer smiled as you tried to make an escape, it was a valiant effort, but he used a magic seal to restrain you as he carried you over to his bookcase.

He then grabbed a book and pulled it down causing the whole shelf to slide over revealing a small dimly lit room that was furnished with furniture that looked exactly like the one in your bedroom.

“I knew this was going to be useful one day.” Lucifer smiled as he brought you into the room.

“Now this is what I meant by keeping you someplace where I can keep an eye on you.”

The Avatar of pride put you down on the floor and watched as you struggled in the seal for a bit. After a few minutes you gave up trying to get free and then spoke.

“Lucifer..” you said as he loomed over your slouched figure.

“What is it now, little one?” He cooed crouching down to your level.

“Please let me go”

His face turned to one of annoyance then he sighed and began to caress your cheek. You looked at his hand with fear but soon glared back at him with whatever courage you were able to muster.

Lucifer scoffed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, then he slightly tugged you closer to him.

“Now you better listen here, because I’m only going to tell you this once.”

“You belong to me. You made that choice ever since you agreed to make a pact with me in my office that day, remember? So don’t go pulling out of a promise now.”

“Besides, the Devildom is a very dangerous place for a human, I don’t want you going out anymore and having to experience all those other disgusting demons who aren’t worth your time.”

“Instead be a good girl for me and stay here where it’s safer. You needn’t worry your pretty little head about anything else, I shall do my job and provide for you to ensure you stay healthy and comfortable.” Lucifer smiled, letting go of your hair and fixing the spot he grabbed.

“But Lucifer I don’t want to be here..!”

The demon frowned and looked at you sympathetically. After a second he stood up and began to walk to the other side of the room and mess with something in the corner. After a few seconds he turned around and walked towards you with what appeared to be metal chains.

Your face displayed one of pure horror and you tried freeing yourself from his magic.

“Now, now my love, calm down, I’m not going to hurt you” Lucifer said, patting the top of your head.

“Don’t put those things on me!”

“Don’t worry I won’t make them unbearably tight, however they might be a bit uncomfortable at first but you’ll adapt to it eventually.” Lucifer replied. He then knelt down and put chains around your ankles then placed them on your wrists.

Once the chains were on, you felt him pull them and attach them to a lock on the wall. As a result he did drag your body back slightly causing you to harshly slide across the ground.

Lucifer inspected the chains and once he deemed them secure enough he released the magic seal he was holding you with. Your body then fell limp and you suddenly felt very weak.

“What did you do..?” You asked glaring up at the first born.

“These chains are magic draining ones, so as a result you might feel sluggish at first due to being drained of most of your magic. That’s what I meant by them being uncomfortable. But as I said before, you'll adapt to them eventually.”

“Why are you going to such lengths to do this?”

Well if you must know, Lucifer said gently caressing your head.

“These chains are to ensure you can never leave me”

“I love you far too much little one, so in order to keep you safe and happy I have to make sure you’ll never be able to leave my side. Doesn’t that sound nice? Like I said before you needn’t concern yourself with trivial matters anymore, let me take care of everything, you just be happy and relax in here from now on.”

“Now then if you’ll excuse me I’m off to let my brothers know that you’ll be permanently staying in the human realm” Lucifer smiled then got up and walked towards the door.

The Avatar of pride then gave you one last glance before shutting the door, now leaving you in a locked dimly lit room chained up and tired.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd x reader #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer #omswd lucifer #obey me yandere #obey me yandere lucifer

[tanith-rhea]

Neighbours

Miranda just broke up with her fifth boyfriend of the year. It is September and she is starting to feel done with juvenile relationships and thinks it's time to settle down and focus exclusively on her Policing Bachelor's. To this effect, she moves to a new apartment to start the new no-relationships (or at least no-men) chapter of her life. Shame that her new neighbour seems to disagree with that… at least when she’s sleeping.

Word count: 3k

Part One, Part Two

I love this gif by @kingpreciouswrld so much, thank you!

Your new neighbour is the cutest person you’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s no big deal, obviously, but it would be stupid to deny she is the person with the biggest puppy vibes you’ve ever encountered.

You first saw her coming back from a workday. She was just moving in, a few boxes in the corridor, some blocking your door. Your previous apartment was a disarray of disassembled furniture and all manner of clutter.

You missed your old apartment, but it was for the better. The new one, just across the corridor, was a one-bedroom at almost half the price, it was also half the size, but you could not care less, being only you.

“Hey, do you want some help with this?” you remember asking the bent-over girl lifting the heavy-looking boxes.

She didn’t respond immediately, instead turning around to look at you with white-blond eyebrows up on her forehead.

“Oh my god, sorry! Am I blocking the way?” she tried to flatten herself in the wall, but the box was still very big if you were to pass.

“No” you chuckled, amused with her sweet but ineffective attempt at making space “I live here, actually” you knocked on your door and shrugged.

“Fuck I’m blocking your actual fucking door” she seemed exasperated with herself, turning slightly pink. She was so adorable you felt your stomach bubbly. Maybe you would throw up rainbows, who knew?

“It’s no problem, really. I can just open it and jump over the box. I’m asking if you want help” you tried to smile gently. Most of the time your smiles were snarky or smug, so you didn’t have much practice conveying niceness.

She bit her lip and you wanted to curl into a ball and scream in happiness. How the hell did she manage to be so cute? You wanted to punch her.

“All right… yeah, thank you. If you’re serious…” she gave you a sheepish smile and you promptly lifted some boxes as well.

The boxes were indeed damned heavy. It only made you admire even more how easily she seemed to pile two or three of them and bring them inside. She could throw you across the room without breaking a sweat, you were sure.

She thanked you again and you tried to act normal and said she could just shout if help was needed. You were just across the corridor anyway.

She didn’t shout for help. She didn’t even call for a chat, actually. You left early in the morning to work and came back close to six when she was already inside, you assumed, watching television or playing games or whatever you assumed students did these days.

The only interaction you had after the moving in was when you came back from work two days later to find a chocolate cake on a paper plate with a “thank you <3” note on it. The heart and her handwriting were very round, and you thought she must have had one of those teachers that made kids write four pages of calligraphy with every homework.

You didn’t even have the excuse of giving the plate back, and what would you say if you simply knocked on her door? Hello, I think you are adorable and would like to spend time with you even though we are just neighbours, and I don’t mind if you don’t find me attractive, I just want to look at your cute as fuck face? No, that wouldn’t do. You just had to accept your predicament and move on.

But the mind is a funny thing, and countless nights of not sleeping enough and rewatching Buffy, The Vampire Slayer atop the stress of applying to culinary school were just the thing it needed to decide it was time for a good old sleepwalking.

The first time it happened you woke up trying to open the door to your old apartment at four in the morning. The hallway was dimly lit by the soft blue nightlights kept for those who stumbled home after a wild night out or left to work in the ungodly hours of the morning. You went back to your own apartment, drank very cold water and decided an early start was as good a decision as any. You made scrambled eggs for a change and actually had breakfast before leaving.

The second time was the same. You woke up cold with your hand twisting insistently in your neighbour’s doorknob. By the fifth you were starting to get frustrated, and by seventh, you were beginning to consider telling Miranda about your predicament, lest she decided to go for a midnight walk and find you trying to break into her apartment.

But you didn’t have the chance. The eighth time, Miranda forgot her door open, and your sleepwalking self was satisfied to finally be able to enter her “home”. You woke up with a searing pain in your head.

“Are you awake? Are you all right? Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, you scared the shit out of me!” your neighbour’s voice was a high-pitched audio on 2x velocity.

Her hands were on your face, and you were sprawled on the rug of her living room.

“What…?” your heart rate was slowly rising, and you didn’t understand what was happening. You were partially used to waking up in the hallway but laying on the ground with a panicked Miranda on top of you was at least a bit disorientating.

“I think you sleepwalked into my home” she took a deep breath, trying to lower her volume “I heard something bumping from my room and came out to see a figure down the hallway… so I hit you with a frying pan”

“You did what?!” the absolute nerve! Well, actually you invaded her home, so good on her for defending herself “What if I was a real burglar? You would come at me with a frying pan?” your head was still aching, probably where she hit you, but you gave her a side smile.

“I’m at policing school for something, aren’t I?” she went up and offered you a hand smiling, she seemed relieved.

Policing then. That made sense considering her height and strength, but you could swear she was an artsy one, maybe sculpting and drinking herbal tea or whatever.

“Sorry, officer, didn’t mean to cause any trouble” you joked, getting up and patting your pyjamas.

“Next time I’ll have you arrested” she arched a brow, amused.

You definitely wouldn’t mind that. Ok, that was enough. She was cute, yes. It was the middle of the night and she had bed hair and her blouse was hanging off her right shoulder but that didn’t give any right.

“I’ll, hm… go then” you pointed behind your shoulder to the door “You probably want to go back to sleep… I should too” you smiled tightly, trying to keep the swagger or whatever, look cool, even if you had just invaded her home, flirted with her and stared at her unguarded form probably still warm from sleeping.

She seemed to jump at that, realizing the circumstances, and looked at the clock. Almost five, damn.

”Oh, you could actually stay. It’s not a problem” she speed-talked at you.

“Are you sure…? You could still sleep around… two hours?”

“Classes start at eight, might as well make use of the extra time” she shrugged, smiling contently “But you don’t have to stay if you don’t want” she quickly added, seeming less confident.

Jesus, the girl was a rollercoaster of emotions.

“No, sure. I’ll stay” you smiled, and she seemed satisfied with that “Actually, I’ll make you breakfast. You go shower and get ready and I’ll make you panda-shaped banana pancakes” you blinked, trying not to laugh at her confused look.

“All right…” she walked slowly to the hallway “Will you need help in the kitchen?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll find my way” you reassured her, and she nodded shortly before disappearing into the bathroom.

Miranda was the funniest girl you had met in a long while. She was direct and innocent in a hilarious and charming way. After two or three pancakes she was asking you about your preference for sleepwear bottoms or what brand of toothpaste you used. You also discovered she swore off men after five bad relationships in only a year. That was interesting but discouraging at the same time. For one, she wasn’t interested in pursuing a relationship with a man, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t straight. Chances were that she was, from how she talked about men, and that was at the very least really disappointing. You thought you had a chance when you first saw her, but that just went to teach you never to judge a book by its tall, beautifully breathtaking cover. She was an absolute lesbian thirst trap, and it was hugely unfair.

At least now you were friends, not simply the person across the hallway, and you could be content with that; if not jumping excitedly in gay bliss, but that was ok.

One breakfast turned into eating junk food over at your place, watching Buffy because you still had one season to go for your fourth rewatch, and talking about all manner of things. Miranda was in the third year of her bachelor’s degree, halfway to graduation because she studied only in the mornings. She was twenty-one, two years younger than you, and apparently had fooled around with some girls in the past; mostly just “straight and curious” as she put it. She didn’t seem too happy about it, and you didn’t touch the subject again.

Almost an entire month of eating at each other’s places and watching whatever was on television went by and you could almost lie well enough to yourself that you weren’t slowly falling for her and were just happy for becoming closer and closer friends with her. But then it happened.

You had drunk a few beers together while Miranda did some research for a paper she was due next month. It was late and you were napping lightly on her shoulder when she leaned on your hair and kissed the top of your head.

“You can go sleep if you want, I’ll finish this in a bit anyway” she murmured close to you and in your half-sleeping daze you only agreed with a hum and went to the bedroom.

Her bedroom, in the apartment that wasn’t yours anymore.

She saw you walk down the corridor and didn’t say anything, which was strange. Some people didn’t mind having friends sleeping over, but you were going to her room, not the guest’s, and still, she didn’t utter a word. Later, she went to sleep as well. You were already deep in a dreamless sleep unlike you’d had in a long while. She slipped in the covers beside you and brought you to her chest, you sighed contently in the crook of her neck while she played with your hair until she too fell asleep.

Waking up in Miranda’s bed was the sweetest sensation. Her body was warm, all tangled with yours, and she snored softly with her head atop yours. For a few seconds you were in heaven, and then the situation finally dawned in your head. You were sleeping in Miranda’s arms. How the hell did that happen? You remembered last night as if it was… well, yesterday. She said you could go to sleep, but she didn’t specify where, and your sleep-deprived brain took you to the exact bed it had been trying to get you into for at least a week and a half some time ago. And Miranda did nothing. Actually, she didn’t “do nothing”, she went and slept with you in said goddamned bed.

“I can hear you thinking” a sleepy voice came from atop you; Miranda was awake and hugging you while pressing her nose to your hair. She made a contented hum and hold you tighter before letting you go, sitting up “It’s all right, this was your apartment, I get that you would go to your old room if you were sleepy and not thinking clearly” she smiled, letting you off the hook.

She was so unfairly beautiful with pillow marks on her cheeks and sleepy dust in her eyes, a dopey smile not at all timid, but warm, before getting up and crossing the corridor to the bathroom.

You were in hell. You also were in heaven, but it didn’t belong to you. Miranda was your friend; she was straight and very much not interested in a relationship at the moment. She said so herself, countless times while drunk and complaining about ex-lovers, whom you wanted to beat to the ground for not seizing the opportunity of catching her eye, thank you very much. You could not continue doing this. You were far too invested for your own good and it was time to take a step back and reflect.

You got up, knocked on the bathroom door to say you were going home to get ready for work and left.

The following days were horrible. Miranda would come over with takeout only for you to lie about a headache and wanting to sleep, or you wouldn’t come back till it was late enough that she would be inside watching tv. Sometimes you said you had work stuff to sort out, which you didn’t, and she knew because you worked at a café. It also wasn’t a good enough excuse because she did college stuff all time at your house and it never was a problem. She knew what you were doing, and she didn’t stop you. Maybe she was relieved.

It was Saturday night, almost a week after the “I can’t keep lying to myself that I love you” incident. Miranda hadn’t knocked in two days, and you were eating ice cream on the sofa while indulging in some well-deserved skin care consisting of tears and self-pity when a voice sounded at the door.

“Hey… are you there? I can listen to the tv” it was Miranda, of course it was.

You knew you were being a drama queen, but you enjoyed those stages of breakups where you could cry all day and stuff yourself with sweets. It didn’t mean you wanted her to see that.

You hid the ice cream underneath the coffee table and furiously cleaned your face in the hem of your t-shirt before opening the door.

“Hi! Sorry, I was just cleaning, everything is a mess today, I’d prefer you didn’t see it” you didn’t even give her a chance to speak.

She looked easily over your shoulder, noticing nothing out of place.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to interrupt” she looked at her hands, squishing each other nervously “Listen… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I’d like for us to go back to normal” she sounded so sorrowful you wanted to bang your head in the wall for being the cause.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable” one truth “it just has been a busy week, I really wish we could have hung out more” two lies, well, one and a half. Could she spot which was which in your voice?

She looked at you uncertainly, her hands clenching like she needed strength to proceed with whatever she wanted to do.

“I understand your position in this situation, and I respect it. It was inappropriate of me to take advantage and a completely absurd assumption as well” she closed her eyes forcefully for a few seconds, her brows furrowed tightly before looking at you again “I can keep my feelings to myself and be only your friend. Everything would be normal; I wouldn’t even touch you if you’d like”

What the hell was she on about? Keep her feelings to herself, what the fuck?

“What? Randee, you didn’t take advantage of me, I slept on your bed. You could have kicked me out if you so wanted, it was your right, and you didn’t. You were actually decent and pretended it was all ok and reasonable”

She seemed confused, and you were starting to feel a bit frustrated at the situation. Nothing she said made sense.

“No, it wasn’t right of me because I wanted it!” she had to stop speed-talking at you like this, you could barely understand her “I could have slept on the couch, or in the guest room, but no. I slept with you… because I wanted to, and because I could… and now I wish I hadn’t because you’re pulling away from me and I feel like you don’t even want to be friends anymore while I can’t get enough of even being near you”

…

What now? Your heart was eerily calm for what you’d just heard. Did it stop and you were dying? Would it expand and explode from the absolute incredulity of what you had just heard?

Miranda’s bottom lip was trembling and she looked alarmingly close to breaking down in tears when you lunged yourself forward to hug her.

She sobbed, heavens allow it to be in relief, and hugged you back with much more strength than you could take. You could barely breathe but you didn’t pull away.

She started crying this time, but you traced soothing patterns in her back until it subsided and brought her inside to sit on the sofa. You brought up the ice cream starting to melt from underneath the coffee table and offered her. She accepted and ate while sobbing. It was the sweetest, most wonderful thing you’d seen in your entire life. You cuddled up to her side, hugging her shoulders while she calmed down. You could barely keep your excitement from showing now that you knew she wanted you back. This incredible woman wanted you back.

When she finally calmed down and put the ice cream aside, you loosened your grip on her shoulder and looked at her face, her puffy red adorable face.

“I wanted to as well,” you said simply, looking her in the eyes, hers locking into yours with a surprised glint “And I couldn’t deal with the feelings I had so I decided to keep my distance”

She was silent for a moment, searching your face for any signs you weren’t saying the truth.

“Do you still?” she asked slowly, looking at your lips.

“I do” you whispered before smashing your lips together.

#miranda hilmarson x reader #would you look at that #top of the lake #miranda hilmarson #constable hilmarson #gwendoline christie #female reader #fluff #humour #just some lighthearted fluff #there will be smut #just got too long for a single post

[seospicybin]

STARS ALIGNED.

PART I

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part II / Part III / Final

Synopsis: Chan moved to a new apartment and find you as an attractive neighbor who lives next door, and happens to be Jeongin’s aunt. The surprise doesn’t stop there, truth begins to unfold the moment he acknowledged there’s a men in your life. (12,1k words)

Author's Note: Advance warning! Prepare your delulu ass and embrace the cuteness, like it or not.

Chan was deep in his thoughts when the elevator dinged open, or he was too sleepy to barely function.

He waited until the door slid open to get in, then pushed the button to his apartment floor, when the elevator was about to slide shut, he saw someone coming his way.

Chan hurriedly pushed any button to halt the elevator door from closing as he watched you half-jogged into the elevator, carrying a coat and bag in one hand.

"Thank you," you muttered when you got in, then stood on the opposite corner as the elevator began riding up the building. Chan rubbed his eyes to take a look at you, he glanced at you, up and down.

You were wearing a skin-tight dress in the color he likes so much, black. The dress dipped low at the cleavage and hung low, right on the mid-thighs, Chan guessed that you must have been coming back from a night out.

Then you bent over to fix the strap of your shoes, and Chan's eyes flicked to the exposed skin on the back of your thighs, then down to where your hands worked open the straps, then strapped it back again, properly.

You yelped when you almost tripped, and Chan was ready to help you, but fortunately, you gripped the handlebar on time.

Chan almost forgot that he was in the elevator and his floor was one level away, stood up and looked straight ahead.

The elevator dinged again, signaling that it had arrived on his floor, and Chan caught a whiff of your nice-smelling perfume when he walked past you.

Chan didn't want to creep on you, but he was also curious about which floor you lived on.

When he looked back though, you were also getting out of the elevator and were walking behind him, but went in the opposite direction of the hall that leads to the other unit on his floor.

You walked up to the door and unlocked it. And that was the first time Chan saw the neighbor of his new apartment.

He got excited thinking that this wouldn't be the last time he saw you if you're neighbors.

-

"This is a really nice apartment," Jeongin beamed as he looked around Chan's new and still lack of furniture apartment.

Chan poured a glass of juice for himself and then took a canned soda for Jeongin, "I should thank you for telling me about it," he said, then handed Jeongin his drink.

Jeongin popped open the soda, "it was actually my aunt, she recommended it to me," he replied, then gulped his drink.

He gasped after he swallowed the drink and then sat on the sofa, "she lives in the next unit, by the way," he informed.

Chan thought he misheard him, so he didn't think about it that much. "I planned on giving this to my little cousin," he muttered while holding a paper bag, "but they're not at home right now," he sighed.

Jeongin placed the paper bag on the glass table, "can you give it to them instead?"

"Huh? Me?" He asked in utter confusion.

Jeongin nodded, "my aunt knows all of you," he assured him, "she'll recognize you,"

Chan pursed his lips, "but is your aunt really living in the next unit?" Jeongin nodded again as he sipped his carbonated drink.

"Why?" He asked.

"I've seen the person who lives in the next unit, and I don't think it's your aunt," he explained.

"That only means you're not famous enough," Jeongin joked, then got up from the sofa.

"I have to go, Hyung! I have practice," he said. He went to the kitchen to get his bag and slung it across his shoulder.

"Don't forget about my little cousin's gift," he pointed to the paper bag on the table.

But Chan forgot about it until the next day when he came back from the studio late at night and saw the paper bag still sitting on the table. He went to the next unit after breakfast the next morning, pushed the doorbell, and as he waited he peeked inside the bag to see the toys inside.

A moment later, the door was opened by a middle-aged woman, "Yes? Can I help you?" She asked.

Oh, so this must be Jeongin's aunt, he thought. "I am a friend of Jeongin," he announced.

But she looked as confused as he was, Chan thought that maybe she didn't recognize him as Jeongin said.

"He wants me to give you this for his little cousin," he said, then handed her the bag. He could hear the noise of cartoons playing on the TV and noises a little kid made inside the apartment.

The lady took the paper bag and smiled, "I'll make sure to let her know," she said.

"Oh, thank you," Chan muttered to her, "And I'm sorry that I delivered it late,"

"It's alright," she replied.

Chan nodded, "anyway, have a good day!" He said, then took a few steps back from the door.

And the lady smiled at him once again before closing the door.

Chan sighed in relief, but as he walked, he got confused, if she was Jeongin's aunt, then who's the girl he saw that day in the elevator?

He pulled out his phone to text Jeongin to inform him about the paper bag and ask him about his aunt.

But he stopped once he noticed the elevator dinged open, and you came out of it, you looked like you just came back from working out or probably back from the gym downstairs.

Your hair was damp with sweat, and you were fanning yourself with your hand, wearing tight dark leggings and a white t-shirt, the striking color of your sports bra was visible through the fabric.

He didn't know why, but Chan looked away as you walked closer in his direction.

"Good morning!" You said to him when you walked past by.

"Good morning!" Chan mumbled his reply and tried so hard not to look back at you.

He slowed his walk and heard you entering the passcode of your apartment, then got in.

Chan was getting more confused now, but he settled with the statement that maybe you are Jeongin's other cousin and you live with your mom and your little brother next to his apartment.

-

On the following day, Chan got in the elevator in the afternoon, he came home early from the night he spent working in the studio, his eyes were getting heavier the closer he got to home.

"Can you hold the elevator door open?" You shouted across him, half-jogged to make the time for the elevator before it slid shut. Chan punched the button too hard out of reflex but successfully kept the elevator door open.

You were panting once you got inside, "thank you," you muttered again.

Chan nodded, he should have said something, but the fatigue got to him.

It got quiet inside the small chamber, then you turned around and faced him, "Also, thank you for the toys for Chan," you said to him.

Chan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

Your hand flew to your forehead, "you delivered the gift from Jeongin yesterday," you reminded him.

"Yes," he said.

"Jeongin's aunt accepted it yesterday," he added.

You softly laughed, "but I am Jeongin's aunt," you told him.

Chan scoffed, but he didn't mean it in a rude way.

"And you are Bangchan," you added with a smile.

Chan blinked a few times, shaken by the information that he didn't see the elevator had arrived at his floor and dinged open. He dragged his feet out of the elevator and stood there facing you.

"You are Jeongin's aunt?" He asked again just in case he made it all up in his head, and because you looked so young, you would have passed as Jeongin's older sister than his aunt.

You nodded with a smile, "I think the one you met yesterday is the sitter," you told him.

"Oh!" Chan was completely taken aback.

"The sitter," he repeated like a broken robot.

Then a question popped in his head, "a sitter for who?"

"For Chan," you answered.

"Chan?" He foolishly asked you.

You laughed out loud with a hand covering your mouth, "oh, I should have known that a conservative like Jeongin wouldn't openly talk about his family like that," you said.

You cleared your throat, then clutched your bag with both hands in front of you, "I have a son, and his name is Chan," you told him.

With his lack of sleep-brain tried to receive this much information, Chan believed his head was about to explode at that very moment.

"Anyway, don't hesitate to visit sometimes," you told him, then left.

While Chan was standing there with a hand on the wall, still trying to process everything.

Once he made it to his apartment, Chan called Jeongin and bombarded him with so many questions but spared him from the embarrassing details.

Jeongin told him that you are older than Chan by two years, got pregnant with your son three years ago with your boyfriend, married for almost two years, and newly divorced a few months ago.

And all he could say to that was "wow,"

After a quick goodbye, Chan hung up the phone and put it away. Today had been overwhelming to him, that he didn't have a hard time falling to sleep like he used to.

-

A few days later, he met you at the parking basement, taking out your grocery bags from the trunk. He half-jogged to help you to lend a hand.

"Need a hand?" He kindly offered.

"Well, if you don't mind," you said to him.

Chan slung his backpack and picked up the two big grocery bags himself.

"I'll get Chan," you said to him, then walked up to the backseat to unbuckle him from the baby seat. You carried him and walked with Chan to the entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"This is my son, Chan," you introduced your son to him, "or should I say little Chan?" You playfully said.

Chan put the grocery bags down so he could take the little guy's hand, "Hello, my name is Chan too!" He said, then shook his little hand.

When he looked at both of your side by side like this, he could see the resemblance. He has your eyes and nose, you both have small, round lips and cute smiles. Then again, you could have passed as little Chan's sister than her mother.

Chan lowered his head so he could be at eye level with little Chan, "Hi, how old are you?"

But little Chan looked so drowsy as he rested his head on your chest.

"It's his nap time," you informed Chan.

Chan decided to pet his head instead and let the child rest in your arms.

He glanced at you holding the child so close and gently caressing his back until he fell asleep on your shoulder.

Once the elevator arrived at your floor, Chan carried your grocery bags right to the front of your apartment door and sighed.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked again.

"Yes," you sheepishly said.

"Can you hold the door open?"

Chan smiled, and his dimples appeared on both of his cheeks, "of course," he said.

He held the apartment door open as you stepped in carrying your child, then he took all of the grocery bags with him and placed them on the dining table.

You hurriedly lay little Chan on his crib and slowly took off his coat without trying to wake him up, you've done this a hundred times, so this came as an easy thing to do for you.

Chan was waiting for you by the dining table, and the colorful notes sticking to the fridge door in the kitchen caught his attention, he got closer to see what was written on them: a lot of phone numbers, schedules, appointments, more urgent telephone numbers then a picture of baby Chan with you with a birthday cake and another picture of you and little Chan on the beach.

He saw you coming out of little Chan's room smiling at him.

"Let me get you a drink," you said without asking him first, this was the least you could do for helping him.

You gave him a glass of orange juice, "thank you for helping me," you told him.

"And please, sit down!" You said since he had been standing from the moment he got into your apartment.

Chan sat on the chair next to the dining table and then looked at you unpacking your grocery bag to pull out a bag of apples. Which you washed them skillfully peeled with such ease like you had done it countless times, and you probably did since you have a child.

You cut them into small slices and then slid the plate in front of Chan on the table.

"You have a nice apartment!" He praised.

"That's nice of you to say!" You said.

But he was being sincere, apart from the obvious mess of little Chan's toys scattered on the carpeted floor of the living room, your apartment looks neat to him.

"I can only tidy up as much as I can when Chan is napping or sleeping," you said, then pour yourself a glass of juice.

"Oh, I mean, little Chan," you added.

Chan softly laughed because his ears perked up whenever you mentioned his name.

"How about work then?" He asked because he was seriously curious.

"I only work at the office 3 days out of a week and the rest at home," you answered.

"Most of my job desk doesn't require me to be at the office," you furtherly explained.

"And what is your job?" He asked.

"I'm a columnist," you replied.

"Interesting!" Chan beamed.

"Well, it's the only way to make a career out of my degree," you jokingly said.

Chan got stunned at how you managed to work and take care of your child, the house, everything, all alone.

You took a slice of apple and took a bite, "well, enough about me," you said.

"How about you?" You asked, then placed a hand against your cheek as you waited for his answer.

Chan never got asked such a question, and he didn't know how to answer because most people already knew what he does.

"Well, I'm always busy producing music," he answered.

“Jeongin was right when he said you are such a hardworking man," you said to him.

Chan got flustered by your praise that his ears turned red, "well, I'm trying still," he said.

You placed your hand on his then said, "don't be apologetic for being hardworking,"

Chan nodded, agreeing with your words. He left a moment later because he knew he would only disturb you the longer he stayed.

"I mean it when I said don't hesitate to visit," you told him before closing the door.

He nodded and smiled, "don't hesitate to visit my apartment too,"

"Of course!" You said, waving bye at him.

And Chan regretted inviting you to his apartment as he has so much to show to you with his apartment still a mess like this.

-

Chan was brushing his teeth when his doorbell rang, he hurriedly washed his mouth clean and then headed to the door to open it.

He didn't expect to see you, and you saw him looking like he just rolled out of the bed with his bedhead and puffy eyes on a late morning like this but luckily, he already put on a proper t-shirt.

"I am so sorry for disturbing you like this," you said to him.

Chan tried to brush his hair to neat them but ended up making it even messier, "no, it's alright," he quickly said.

"What's up?" He asked. And he winced hearing the words that came out of his mouth, he could have said something decent like 'how are you?' or 'what can I help you?' or something simple like 'good morning', but why did he settle with 'what's up?'.

"I have an urgent meeting today, and I can't get a sitter on such short notice," you explained.

"Do you mind looking after little Chan for an hour or so?" You asked.

The request took him by surprise that he spaced out for a bit.

"The girl who used to babysit Chan from the lower unit is at school at this hour, so I don't have any choice," you elaborated.

He could sense the urgency in your voice, not that Chan couldn't take care of a toddler for hours since he had taken of his younger brother before, but it was your child, and he wasn't sure if little Chan would love his company.

"I can do that," he answered.

You sighed in relief.

"But can you give me a few minutes? I need to-"

"Sure, sure," you quickly agreed, "I'll wait at my apartment," you told him.

After changing his clothes into proper ones, Chan went to your apartment and rang your doorbell.

You opened the door already dressed and ready to go, "I'm sorry again that I disturb your day," you said to him.

Chan waved you off as he stepped inside and saw little Chan sitting on the carpeted floor holding his toys, but he was intently watching the cartoon on the TV.

"If it isn't this urgent, I wouldn't have asked you, really!" you told him, feeling bad to make him babysit little Chan.

"It's okay," Chan said. "I don't have anything to do today anyway," he added. You gave him a few quick instructions if little Chan asked for something, his snacks or milk, his favorite toys or cartoon he likes to watch.

"I'll be back before lunch, I swear," you added.

"Take your time," he said to you. You squeezed his elbow, "thank you," you muttered again to him.

You squatted down on the floor next to little Chan to talk to him, "hey buddy, mommy has to go for a bit," you spoke so low.

You pointed at Chan, "but uncle Chan here will be with you while I'm away," you explained.

Little Chan nodded even though he wasn't fully listening because of the cartoon playing in the background, "you don't really listen to mommy, right?"

He giggled.

"Can mommy have a hug?" You asked.

Little Chan got up and hugged you by looping his hands around your neck.

"Can mommy get a kiss too?" You asked while pursing your lips. Instead on the lips, little Chan gave you a slobbering kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Chan smiled witnessing the whole thing, it was adorable and made him warm inside.

"Be good to uncle Chan, okay?" You said again, then kissed him on the forehead and a ruffle on his hair.

You walked up to Chan, "please, take care of him!" You said to him, then gathered your coat and bag from the dining table.

"Don't worry! I'll take care of him well," he assured you.

"Thank you once again," you sincerely said as he sent you off to the door.

"Please don't mention it! And be careful!" He said to you.

He watched you leave until you disappeared from his sight, then headed back inside to little Chan still watching the cartoon on the TV.

Chan was thankful for the experience he had with his younger brother that he knows how to be around little children like this. But little Chan was one of a kind, he's an adorable boy and a little quiet, yet so cheerful, bright.

He laughed at every little thing Chan did, and Chan liked how his laughs were so infectious. He realized he never enjoyed being around someone like this in such a long time, it also made him peculiarly nostalgic, reminded him of how pure and beautiful life could be when he play with a little kid like this.

You didn't expect the meeting would end past lunch hour, you skipped the invitation for lunch and went home right away. You were ready to apologize to Chan for making him babysit longer than you asked him to.

You entered the passcode of your apartment and got inside, hastily took your shoes off, then went inside.

But it was so quiet, probably because little Chan was napping, but once you got to the living room, you saw Chan sleeping on the sofa with little Chan lying on his stomach while holding a half-finished bottle of milk in his hand.

You smiled looking at how adorable they looked falling asleep together, you secretly took a picture of them with your phone, then silently went to your bedroom to change your clothes.

Chan woke up a moment later and saw you in the kitchen, going back and forth, taking things out of the fridge.

Seeing that little Chan was still sleeping, Chan slowly removed himself and then put the blanket on little Chan.

You smiled when you noticed Chan had woken up and came to the kitchen, "oh, did I wake you?" You asked him.

He groaned while rubbing his eyes, "oh, sorry for falling asleep," he mumbled, then sat on the dining table.

"I make sandwiches for lunch. Do you want some?" You asked him.

Chan couldn't deny that he woke up hungry, "yes, please," he replied.

You placed a plate of freshly made sandwiches in front of him with a glass of orange juice, then sat down to also eat your own.

"Thank you once again for today, Chan," you said to him.

"Please stop thanking me, it's nothing," he said with a mouthful of food.

"I hope little Chan didn't bother you so much today," you said with a sympathetic smile.

"No," he shortly replied.

"He's really, really sweet and adorable," he added.

You cooed at his praise, then sighed, "I'm glad then,"

Chan checked his phone that was vibrating in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out to see a lot of notifications.

"I think I have to go," he said as he read so many messages to tell him to come to the studio.

"Please don't let me be on the way," you said to him. "It's okay, I can go after I finish this," he said to you, then took a big bite of his sandwich.

Chan took a last look at little Chan still sleeping while sucking his thumb, and he smiled at how much he truly enjoyed playing with him.

"Thank you once again, Chan!" You said for the umpteenth time.

Chan got tired of making you stop saying it to him, "I'll be gladly doing it again," he said to you as he walked to the threshold.

"But can I come just to play with little Chan?"

You chuckled, "of course!"

He smiled at your answer, "okay then, thank you for the lunch!" He said.

"No worries!"

He looked at you and the curve of your smile that he didn't fully pay attention to earlier, how it was the same as little Chan has: a lovely, genuine smile.

"Be careful!" You said to him before closing the door.

"I will," he said back, looking at you for the last time before he left.

-

The last time Chan saw you were three days ago when he met you with little Chan in the basement parking and headed to the elevator.

His eyes shot to little Chan walking next to you, and you matched your pace with him, patiently walking at a painstakingly slow pace with your hand holding his little hand.

"Hey, where have you guys been?" Chan asked.

"We just came back from dinner with little Chan's grandad," you answered.

You let go of little Chan's hand to let him walk on his own, "I heard from Jeongin you're going to Japan?" You asked as you spotted the suitcase he had with him.

"I'm going tonight," he said.

He squatted down to welcome little Chan to his embrace, and it surprised him how he went to hug him.

You smiled seeing how little Chan grew fond of Chan, "you guys bonding in such a short time," you said, impressed.

"I think because we have the same name?" Chan guessed, then offered his hand at little Chan for a high five.

A car that came to pick up Chan arrived, and he reluctantly let go of little Chan.

"We'll play together again soon, okay?" He sweetly said to him.

Little Chan nodded while sucking his thumb but returned the high five for Chan.

You took little Chan and hoisted him up to carry him in your arms, "have a safe trip! Send my regard to Jeongin," you said to him.

The car stopped just a few steps away, and Chan dragged his suitcase with him.

"Say bye-bye uncle Chan!" You said along while waving little Chan's hand at him.

But little Chan could only mumble the words while waving his hand.

"Bye, little Chan!" Chan before he got into the car.

And he watched as the two of you still waved at him even though the car was leaving the parking basement.

-

Jeongin elbowed him on the stomach when they were queuing to get off the plane.

"Are you going to stay at the dorm, or are you going to your apartment?" He asked.

Chan shrugged. With his head still fogged with sleep and fatigue, he couldn't make a clear choice.

"I don't know," he mumbled, then put an arm around him.

"Well, if you're going home to the apartment," he pulled out a paper bag at him, "can you please give this to my aunt?" He asked.

"Wow, you really love your little cousin, huh?" Chan teased him, but he knew that Jeongin likes little children in general.

"It's not just a gift, it's a birthday gift for Chan," he said.

"Huh?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my little cousin's name is also Chan," he said.

"No, I know that," Chan said.

"But when is little Chan's birthday?" He asked, genuinely curious because how come he missed such an important event, especially with you living next to him.

"It was yesterday," he answered.

Chan felt bad for not knowing about this. He scrolled down your social media that he secretly stalked since a few days ago, seeing all the pictures of little Chan's birthday with a cake decorated with his favorite cartoon character, and you posed with him on your lap with a birthday hat perched on your head.

He regretted not being there, he could have had so much fun with little Chan, and he would gift him something special.

But it would take time to find something special, and he got no time for that he was late for the occasion. Chan asked to be dropped off at his apartment and went up to his floor carrying Jeongin's gift for little Chan.

He went to his apartment first, washed up and changed his clothes, and checked himself in the mirror before heading out.

It was only 8 when he rang your doorbell, he was partly afraid that little Chan was already sleeping, but he got Jeongin's birthday gift as an excuse to come.

You opened the door not long after, and a smile rose on your face when you found him behind the door.

"Oh wow, hi! I didn't know you were already back from Japan!" You exclaimed, then stepped away from the door to let him in.

"Hi, sorry for coming while you're having dinner," he said as he took his shoes off and could see little Chan sitting on his baby chair pushed to the dining table.

"No, you come at the right time! We're having little Chan's favorite tonight," you informed, then led him to the dining table.

Chan glanced at the dish served on the dining table, "is it because we have the same name that our favorite food is also the same?" Chan playfully asked.

You softly laughed, then pulled out a chair for him, "please, sit down! I'll get you a plate," you told him.

Not only that it was his favorite food he was having, but you also cooked it deliciously, Chan couldn't stop stuffing his mouth, and you were more than happy to see him eat well like that.

"It's interesting to see two Chans eating their favorite food so well," you sighed in delight, then refilled the almost empty glass of Chan with water.

"But it's really good," he praised.

"It almost tastes like my mom's cook," he added, then shoved another spoonful.

Chan guessed that there's magic in every mother's hands that can make the food they make delicious and it has that distinctive taste that he can't get anywhere else.

"Thank you, Chan!" You beamed.

Little Chan giggled when he thought you called him, "Not you, it's the big uncle Chan," you said while gently poking little Chan's chubby cheek.

Before he forgets, Chan took the paper bag of Jeongin's gift for little Chan to you.

"Jeongin wants me to give this to you for little Chan," he said, "he couldn't visit because he has to practice for a show," he explained.

You pulled the wrapped box out of the paper bag and gave it to little Chan, "want to see what uncle Jeongin got you?" You asked him.

Little Chan's hands reached for the box and helplessly unwrapping the gift with his small hands, you eventually helped him to reveal a toy plane from his favorite cartoon series.

"We'll video call uncle Jeongin later to say thanks, okay?" You said to him as you put away the wrapping paper and box.

Chan hesitated to present his gift, he meekly nudged your elbow with the box.

"This one is from me," he announced.

"Oh, you don't have to!" You kindly said but took the gift from him.

You gave the present to little Chan to unwrap again, "this is from big uncle Chan," you said to him.

"Happy birthday, little Chan!" Chan sweetly congratulated him with a sweet smile and dimples on his cheek.

You gasped when you found a plushie inside the box, "oh!"

And Chan he couldn't tell if you were disappointed or slightly surprised.

"Oh, we have the uncle Jeongin's one!" You said as you handed little Chan the wolfchan plushie.

And Chan sighed with eyes closed, of course, Jeongin gifted little Chan with his designated plushie.

"Little Chan already has a favorite though," you informed him.

"The fox one?" Chan guessed.

You shook your head, "No, it's the chicken one!" You replied.

"Oh, Felix!" He exclaimed.

You nodded, "that's little Chan's favorite," you said.

You saw the disappointment in Chan's face and you quickly came up with something cheerful, "but I guess this wolfie can be little Chan's new best friend," you said.

You pinched little Chan's cheek, "right, buddy?" You asked him.

"Can you hug the wolfie? Mommy wants to take a picture!" You told him.

You positioned the plushie in his arms and then snapped a picture, which you briefly showed to Chan.

"I think wolfie and little Chan have the same smile too," Chan praised.

"Except for the dimples," you added then looked up at him as the dimples sunken when he smiled.

"Exactly like those dimples," you said to him.

Chan got flustered, he was sure his ears got red without needing to look in the mirror.

You snapped another picture of little Chan and the toy he got from Jeongin and sent it to him along with a thank you message.

"Can you excuse us for a moment? I need to bathe little Chan before he gets sleepy," you said to him as you got up from the chair.

"Then let me wash the dishes," he said.

"Oh, no, just let them. I'll do it later," you refused.

"It's nothing," he waved you off, collected the dirty dishes then took them into the sink.

Once he finished them all, he wiped the dining table clean with a cloth, and you still haven't done bathed little Chan. He got curious and peeked inside to see you were playing with him by splashing water into his body.

He smiled seeing it through the space of the ajar door then went back to the living room to get himself a glass of water.

You came out of his bedroom with the front of your white blouse drenched with water, he almost choked on his water as he saw your black lacey bra through the wet fabric.

"Chan, can you stay with little Chan for a bit? I need to change my clothes," you said from the doorway of little Chan's bedroom.

Chan had to look away for him to properly respond to you, "yes, sure," he answered.

You walked to your bedroom and shut the door close while Chan went inside little Chan's bedroom and saw him sitting on the big sofa, playing with his favorite plushie of Felix's designated plushie.

"Tiggy!" he mumbled to him while pointing to the storybook on top of the dresser.

"You want me to read you a bedtime story?" He asked him, then sat next to him on the sofabed.

Little Chan nodded.

Chan took the wolfie plushie and then handed it to him, "can you hold wolfchan? Because he wants to listen to the bedtime story too," he said adorably to steal his attention.

Little Chan hesitated but didn't complain when Chan placed the plushie in his other arm.

He triumphantly smiled at him, "wolfie is not alone anymore now," he playfully said to him.

He took a storybook from the pile on top of the dresser with a tiger on the cover and started flipping open the pages to read it. Chan put an arm around him so he could see the drawing on the book together and pointed to the character on it.

"Tiggy!!!" Little Chan shouted as he pointed to the white tiger in the storybook.

"Yes, it's a tiger!" Chan said to him while petting his head affectionately.

"Tiggy!!!" He repeated with a grin.

And Chan laughed at how cute little Chan said tiggy instead of the tiger.

"Tiggy!" Chan repeated to him.

Little Chan giggled at him while sucking his index finger, then rested his head on Chan's chest, and he felt warm, so small and fragile. Chan suddenly got protective of him.

It amazed him how a little person like little Chan could make him forget all the bad in the world and that he still can find pure, unadulterated happiness like this from him.

Chan got touched for a moment, but little Chan flipped the page and forced him to continue reading the bedtime story.

When you came to his bedroom, little Chan was already asleep in Chan's arms, sucking his thumb with his cheek pressed to the side. You grimaced at him for making him do half the work you usually do for the day.

You helped him put little Chan in his crib then kissed him goodnight on the forehead before exiting his room and tried not to make a sound in the process.

"So, you met the Tiggy?" You asked him with a soft laugh. Chan nodded, "yes. And he's one handsome tiger," he playfully remarked.

You softly laughed, then led him to sit on the sofa, "you want to see the pictures I took on little Chan's birthday?" You asked him.

"I'd love to," he said.

It was interesting that you took pictures in film and have them developed, not with digital cameras or phones. You handed him a stack of photos and huddled close to see it together.

And you took great photos, vintage looking and pleasing to the eyes.

"That's little Chan with his grandparents," you informed him.

And you pointed to a guy that Chan could easily recognize, "it's Jeongin older brother, right?" He asked.

You nodded.

Then you pointed to little Chan's smile in one picture, "look at those adorable whiskers he has," you showed him with your finger on the photo.

Chan smiled and agreed with you, he just realized that instead of dimples, little Chan has whiskers on his face when he smiles.

"He's so cute," Chan praised him as he rubbed his thumb over his face on the photo.

"He's such a sweet, sweet boy," you said with a dreamy sigh. And Chan looked at you, smiling so beautifully with crinkles in your eyes.

"I always get sentimental on his birthday," you muttered with a sad sigh.

"It feels like yesterday I was pregnant with him," you said as you rested your hand against the headrest of the sofa.

"He grew up so fast," you said as you looked into the space on the floor.

"It also makes me regret that I didn't enjoy my pregnancy back then," you sincerely admitted.

"Why?" He asked you with eyebrows furrowed.

"Firstly, because it was an unplanned one," you honestly answered.

"I was panic, afraid, scared that I couldn't take care of a human being because, at that time, I wasn't even know how to properly take care of myself," you furtherly explained.

"And most of the time, I got haunted by the fear that I can't be a mother for him," you sadly muttered.

And Chan could see the sadness in your eyes and the glimpse of fears you had at that time, so alone and afraid. People always forget that being pregnant is more than just carrying a child.

He got even more in awe than in the list of reasons you told him, none of it wasn't about you being selfish, you genuinely care for the child even before he was born. Chan thought that was when you truly became a mother: when you put your child first among everything else.

"You're a good mom, you know," he boldly said to you.

You brushed your hair to the side out of anxiety, "I'm trying still," you sheepishly said.

"When I first met you, I didn’t even know you're a mom, then I see all this and how you do everything on your own," he said, then shifted on his seat to face you, "you're amazing!"

You nodded as a way to accept his praise, "thank you, Chan!"

"You're very welcome!" He said with a sweet smile.

Chan continued looking at all the photos one by one, more little Chan with his birthday cake and a pile of birthday presents, him with a group of people which he assumed were your friends.

He couldn't hide the disappointment that he wasn't in any of these photos.

"Too bad I couldn't come to the party because this looked so fun," he said.

"We'll take a picture together next!" You suddenly said. Chan turned his head at you.

"I have to take at least one picture of two Chans together," you said with a gleeful smile.

Then you remembered something and picked up your phone, "I actually have a picture of you together," you told him and opened the photo gallery on your phone to find the picture of them falling asleep together on the sofa.

When you found it, you showed it to Chan, "I took a picture of you two that day," you said to him.

Chan looked at the picture and saw him sleeping with little Chan laying on top of him while holding a bottle of milk and his hand kept him from falling to the side.

He smiled the whole time he spent looking at his picture then snapped himself away.

"Can you send the picture to me?" He asked you.

"That'd be possible if I have your phone number," you said to him, then handed him your phone so he could put his number in your contacts.

You sent the picture right away, and Chan's phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Chan glanced at the clock on his phone and realized it was getting late, he needed rest from his trip since he has a packed schedule tomorrow.

"It's getting late, I'd better go," he said to you, then put his phone back into his jeans pocket.

"Yeah, you should rest! You must be tired from your trip!" You agreed.

You sent him off to the door like usual and lingered until he disappeared from your sight.

"Thank you for the dinner!" He said to you.

"I should be the one thanking you for the gift!" You said back to him.

When Chan got back to his apartment, he collapsed onto his bed and pulled out his phone to see the picture once with little Chan once again. He zoomed in into the picture, at little Chan's angelic face, sleeping so peacefully in his arms.

He didn't know how to fathom it into words, but it was like he saw a glimpse of what his future would look like, and it warmed his heart.

It would be hard for someone like him, especially in the industry he works in to have a private life before he has an established career, but as he looked at the picture of him with little Chan, he felt like his dream of having a family of his own was possible.

-

But he had to hold on to that thought much longer. He had been busy and didn't have time to come home to his apartment, he didn't even have time for himself. He could console himself with the picture he has with little Chan and sometimes stalked your social media to see a new picture of little Chan, but unfortunately, you didn't post that much lately.

One night, when got home to the dorm after a long day, he received a new message from you.

Little Chan really likes the new song, uncle Chan!

You said in the message along with a video of little Chan dancing to the song playing on the TV. Little Chan cutely danced, jumping on his little feet and also giggling along. Chan giggled along while watching the video and repeated it until he couldn't take the cuteness anymore.

Another week had passed, and Chan finally had time to come to his apartment, but he was sad that he couldn't visit right away on an early morning like this.

Just like the thought of you unconsciously calling for you, he got out of the elevator and found you waiting there in your workout attire.

"Hey! Long time no see!" You beamed while he kept the elevator door open.

"Yes, hi! How are you?" He asked.

"I'm good!" You answered, "you?"

"I'm very well," he answered as he scratched his head, "you're going to the gym?"

You nodded, then laughed, "I am so sorry, but I think we hold the elevator," you told him.

You pulled him out of the elevator and then stepped inside, "let's talk again later," you told him.

"Sure, no worries!" He said to you.

You smiled and waved at him before the elevator closed.

Chan spent the whole day sleeping in his bedroom, and when he woke up, it was dark in the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall to see if it was a proper time to visit you and wondered if little Chan was still awake. He braved himself and came to your apartment.

He got slightly shocked to find you opened the door for him, you were wearing a sweater, but he could see the silk nightdress you were wearing underneath.

"Oh hi!" You beamed and didn't wait to let him in.

"Please, come in!"

It was extremely quiet when he got in, and he believed little Chan was already sleeping.

"Little Chan is already sleeping?" He asked in a low voice. You shook your head, "no, he's at his dad for the weekend," you told him.

Chan got a bit disappointed, but there was not much he can do.

"You want to drink something?" You asked him.

"Juice?" You offered with your head slightly tipped to the side.

"Yes, please," he replied.

Chan sat on the sofa, and he noticed that you were folding the laundry, mostly little Chan's clothes. Chan found it interesting to see clothes in small sizes like this.

"I'm sorry for the mess," you told him as you gave him his glass of juice.

You sat on the other end of the sofa, "I feel a little fidgety when little Chan is away so this is what I do to calm myself down," you explained and took a piece of clothing from the basket, then folded it neatly on your lap before placing it on the stack.

"I find this therapeutic," he said as he watched you do all that seamlessly.

You softly laughed, "you've been busy," you said without looking at him and folded the clothes on your lap.

"Yeah, I fall asleep the moment I got back in my apartment and just woke up a while ago," he admitted but regretted saying it in such detail.

"Wow, you must be tired," you cooed at him.

Chan remembered something and handed you something, "Here! For little Chan," he said.

"It's not his favorite cartoon series, but I hope he likes it," he added. You took the signed CD from him and smiled, "even Jeongin never gifted me this before," you said.

"I have to buy it myself and have him sign it for me," you joked.

You put the CD away, "little Chan likes the song. I have to, at least, play it once a day," you said to him.

Chan smiled hearing the words and that smile of yours, so beautiful even without a touch of make-up.

"Thank you, Chan!" You muttered.

Chan smiled again, but this time, he boldly looked into your eyes. It was getting intense, and he believed you sensed it too.

You looked away first and put the neat stack of clothes away on the coffee table.

"Have you had dinner?" You asked him.

"Not yet," he honestly answered.

"You want me to cook you something?" You asked him.

"I don't want to bother you,"

"Oh please!" You rolled your eyes at him, "do I look like I'm busy here?"

Chan laughed and took a sip of his juice.

It was fascinating to him, watching you pacing around the kitchen, getting things from the cabinet and drawers, taking out ingredients from the fridge, and cooking for him.

The way you bent over to get something from the bottom freezer, stood on your tiptoe to get plates from the top cabinet, the way your body moved backward as you pulled open the drawer, and your hands skillfully chopped vegetables on the cutting board.

Everything was just so fascinating to him.

He had seen women do all kinds of things, especially cooking, but with you, it just felt different.

"This is really good!" Chan praised you once he tasted your cooking.

"Thank you!" You thanked him for the praise with a smile on your face.

"You're a great cook!" He praised you again.

You burst out laughing, "thanks to my picky eater ex-husband," you poked fun.

It always surprised him that he forgot this detail, that you did not only have a son but also had a husband until a few months ago.

"May I know why you're divorced?" Chan hesitantly asked.

"I assure you it's not because he's a picky eater," you playfully remarked.

Chan softly laughed.

"I might have unintentionally pressured him to marry me because I want Chan to have a present dad," you said.

"But one thing for sure is that we were both not ready for it," you sighed in between your sentences, "marriage is not something you should take lightly," you finished.

Chan nodded, he agreed with that there is a lot to consider when it comes to something substantial like marriage or having a child.

"I'm sorry if my question discomfort you," Chan said, he felt uneasy asking it seeing you got quiet after answering the question.

"No, I'm glad the question is out of the way," you told him, "it's going to be easier from here,"

Chan didn't know what you mean by that, but he was also glad that he got to know you better at that moment.

-

Chan's curiosity for little Chan's dad got answered when he saw him in the basement parking, and you were there to pick him up. You carried little Chan in your arms while talking to your ex-husband, who stood next to the car without turning off the engine.

"Can you give dad a hug?" You said to little Chan, but he seemed to be too fussy to obey you.

Your ex-husband gave little Chan a quick kiss on the head before getting back into the car and leaving.

Chan immediately walked into the entrance of the building and pushed the elevator button.

You came to a little while later, and he was right, little Chan was fussy, whining at you with his hands clutching your shoulders.

"Look, there's uncle Chan!" You said to him, "say hi uncle Chan!" You tried to cheer him up but failed.

"Hi, little Chan!" Chan greeted him, but he looked the other way.

You sighed, "I'm sorry, he's upset," you told Chan as the elevator dinged open.

He let you get inside first then followed you from behind, "what happened?" He asked then pushed the button to your floor.

"His dad promised him to see Tiggy at the zoo today, but he can't because he has to go somewhere for work," you elaborated while rubbing little Chan's back to calm him down.

Chan nodded, leaned in to look at little Chan resting his head on your shoulder from behind you, "you want to see tiggy?" Chan asked the little one.

Little Chan nodded with his pouty lips.

Chan couldn't stand seeing him sad like this and not doing anything, the idea just went through his head.

"Do you want to go with uncle Chan to the zoo then?" He asked.

Little Chan nodded again with a smile that bloomed on his face.

You turned to face him, "Chan, you don't have to, I'm sure you're already busy," you resisted him, feeling a little uneasy taking his time, "I am planning to go with him anyway,"

"No, it's okay. I'm free for the day," he responded while taking little Chan's hand in his so he could wrap his small hands around Chan's index finger.

"And also, I miss playing with little Chan," he added, then gently pinched his cheek.You looked at him and sighed in defeat.

"It's going to be fun," he assured you.

And it was fun. You were so grateful for having him around carrying little Chan and helping him to see all the animals, playing with him, telling him things, tirelessly teaching him how to say 'gorilla' because little Chan kept saying it 'kolala' and you smiled witnessing all that.

Little Chan got super excited when he was about to see the tiger, he couldn't stop shouting, "Tiggy!" He screamed and Chan struggled to contain his excitement when he sat him down on the outer barrier of the captivity.

"Where's the tiggy?" Chan asked him with a hand holding him firm.

Little Chan pointed to the tiger walking to the small pond to drink water, "tiggy!" He shouted.

"How many tiggy is there?" He asked him again.

"Let's count together!" He said, held little Chan's hand and pointed it to the tigers inside the captivity, counting it together.

You couldn't stop smiling, and you took pictures of them together with your phone.

You took a break from walking around the zoo to eat snacks you quickly packed earlier because the trip was sudden. You sat on a picnic bench and spread everything out on the table with little Chan sitting on the table and let him eat the sliced fruit himself. While Chan drank one of little Chan's bottled juice.

"Oh wow, that looks delicious!" You beamed at little Chan when you saw him stab the fruit with the tiny fork.

Little Chan laughed and lifted the fruit in the air.

"Can mommy have a bite, please?" You teased and opened your mouth to let him feed you.

But instead of giving it to you, he fed it to Chan instead.

"It's for me?" Chan asked him before opening his mouth to him.

Little Chan nodded.

Chan opened his mouth and let the kid feed him, he chewed it while grinning.

"Thank you," he muttered to little Chan who was also grinning seeing him eating so passionately.

You glared at Chan, "if it keeps going like this, I'd lose my brownie points," you joked.

Chan laughed, "I suggest you change your name too then," he joked back.

The zoo was crowded as you walked to see more animals, Chan was carrying little Chan with one arm because it was dangerous to let him walk himself and you had a hard time keeping up with them with people brushing your shoulder as they walked past you.

"Hey, come here," Chan said, then grabbed your hand to hold you as you walked.

It was awkward to hold hands so you decided to link your arm instead and walked together.

Thankfully, it was less crowded when you got to the aquatic animals' section, and Chan decided to let little Chan roam around the place and walked to see the fish inside the tanks while he watched him from a distance.

A man came up to you and handed you his phone, "will you please take a picture of us?" He asked, then gestured to his little family already posing behind him, next to a tank of colorful clownfish.

"Sure!" You answered.

You took a few pictures and let them choose themselves which one was best.

"Let us take a picture of your family as well," the man said.

"Oh, no, we're not-"

But Chan came and put his hand on the small of your back, "sure, please take a good one!" He said, then handed him his phone.

You stood next to him while he carried little Chan again on his arm, then pulled you closer next to him, you smiled as the man aimed the camera at you.

"What a nice young family!" The man said as he handed Chan his phone back.

You got flustered and ready to deny the statement, but Chan already got ahead of you.

"Thank you so much," he said to the man.

It was dinner dark by the time you exited the zoo and decided to have dinner out together. You fed little Chan as you waited for your order to come, Chan hesitated to eat because you were still busy feeding little Chan when the meals arrived.

"You can eat first, Chan, go ahead," you told him.

Little Chan shouted because he thought you called him, "Not you, it's uncle Chan over there," you cooed to him, then fed him another spoonful of his baby food mix.

Chan offered to play with him once he was done with his dinner, he took little Chan to play so you could have your dinner in peace. The drive home was quiet because little Chan fell asleep once he got into the car.

And Chan kindly carried him again back to your apartment, then lay him down in his crib.

You grimaced at him, "you did the whole thing today," you said to him in a low voice.

"I didn't know what I would have been without you," you added. Chan led you out of little Chan's room, "I had fun," he responded, then walked to the kitchen.

"Plus, I don't have to do my workout today," he said as he stretched his arms.

"Oh!" You exclaimed while laughing.

You put a hand on his and gently squeezed, "But seriously, thank you, Chan!" You muttered.

"Thank you for today!" You said again with your eyes looking straight into his.

Chan felt warm inside, not only did he get a taste of what it felt like to have a family of his own, but he got to help you and be someone you could rely on, which made him feel like he has just achieved something larger than his life.

Chan went back to his apartment feeling so contented, and looking at all the pictures taken of him, and you with little Chan perched on his arm made his heart swell with so much warmth. He never felt this kind of happiness before, the intensity and the immensity of it scared him yet he wanted more of it.

-

Once Chan dived back into his work, he realized that this also bring him happiness, but it was a different kind and it satisfied a different part of him.

It was like two different worlds, and if only he could find the balance of that, he believed he would make one, perfectly happy man.

A few days later, Chan visited you before he'd be going on a one-week trip abroad for work. But he found you opening the door looking so weary and restless, yet you still smiled at him.

"Hi, Chan! Nice to see you!" You said to him.

"Do I come at a bad time?" He asked.

You shook your head and stepped aside to let him in, "it's Chan," you sighed.

"He's sick with a fever since last night," you said as checked little Chan sleeping in his bedroom.

"But thankfully, nothing serious, he's sleeping now," you said to him.

"Did you take him to the doctor?" He asked you.

"Yes," you answered then sat on the sofa, "the doctor said it's just common cold,"

Chan sighed in relief but looking at you slightly anxious like that made him feel uneasy and he guessed you didn't get much sleep last night. You looked wan and weak, it was like you were the one who was sick, not little Chan.

"Have you had lunch?" He asked.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall and realized that you haven't had anything since this morning, "I haven't eaten anything," you answered.

Chan softly hissed in worry, "we'll order some food then," he said.

After lunch, you fell asleep while Chan was doing the dishes. He got sad watching you sleeping on the sofa, tired and worn out, he was sure that this wasn't your first time handling a sick child before, but knowing that you had been doing it all alone made him broken inside.

He put a blanket on you and accidentally woke you up, but Chan was quick to put you down, "you can nap," he whispered, "I'll keep an eye on little Chan," he assured you with a hand on your shoulder.

You put your hand on him, "thank you," you muttered then went back to sleep.

Chan silently went to little Chan's bedroom and checked on him, put a hand on his forehead for a quick temperature check, he was warm, and he could see the beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

As he gently wiped his sweat, Chan understood your heartache, seeing little Chan sick, and couldn't smile or laugh as he used to make him feel the same way.

You woke up in the afternoon to the sound of Chan's phone ringing on the table, and the sky was turning darker when you saw through the window. You dashed to little Chan's room to see Chan cradling him in his arms.

"He was crying earlier, so I tried to calm him down," he whispered.

You walked up to see little Chan going back to sleep again, "your phone is ringing," you told him.

He nodded, carefully lay little Chan back on his crib, and tried not to wake him up in the process. He walked out of the room while you went to check on little Chan.

"Is it from work?" You asked him as you got out of little Chan's room.

Chan nodded, "I think I have to go," he said.

"Sure, please don't let me get in your way," you told him.

He walked to the threshold and put on his shoes, "I hope little Chan gets well soon," he said to you then went to the door.

His hand lingered on the door handle when you called him.

"Yes?" He asked.

You went to give him a quick hug, "thank you so much for the help," you sincerely said, he helped you a lot from today alone.

"You can always ask for my help," he said to you.

You lingered by the doorway to see him leaving, feeling so grateful but also a bit sad that he had to leave.

-

Chan kept texting you asking for little Chan, and he was relieved to know he was fully recovered after a few days. Too bad he couldn't visit to play with him.

He consoled himself by looking at the pictures of him and little Chan together or the videos you sent him.

He found it a bit funny that he already felt like he belong with you and little Chan.

He got excited to play with little Chan after being away for a long, he knew that you were at work, but he still came to your apartment to play with him. Found him were playing with his toys in his bedroom, Chan lay down on the floor to play along with him until an idea came to his mind.

Can I take little Chan for a swim?

Chan asked in his text message to you.

I don't mind, but I'm not sure he likes it.

I'm going to make him like it.

He confidently said, there was this urge in him to teach everything to little Chan especially when it comes to sports, maybe it was because he was raised like that. Chan took little Chan swimming on the balcony of the apartment building which residents can use for free.

Chan got so excited to teach him swimming, little Chan was scared at first but Chan slowly familiarized him with the water then n deemed he got comfortable enough, he began taking him for a swim, and patiently taught him to move his arms and legs and of course, got him jumped into the pool so many times until he didn't scare to do it anymore.

When they got back to the apartment, you have just arrived from work.

He ran to hug you as you squatted with your arms spread out to welcome him.

"Where have you been?" You sweetly asked him.

"Woofie swim," he mumbled his answer while nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"You just got back from swimming with uncle Chan?" You asked him again while holding his small hands in yours.

Little Chan nodded with a wide grin.

"Was it fun?"

He nodded again.

"Will you take mommy too when you go swimming next time?"

"Yeah," he answered then ran to the living room to start rummaging through his toy box and taking out toys.

You sighed, "children just don't get tired," you muttered when you got up.

Chan smiled as he watched little Chan start playing with his toys in the living room, "by the way, what is woofie?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed

"It's his nickname for you, one day he pointed to the TV and shouted 'woofie'," you explained.

Chan laughed, "I think he has mistaken me for the wolfie plushie,"

"He's not entirely wrong, you're just as cute," you said while laughing along.

Chan had been called cute so many times, by his peers and mostly by his fans, but remembering that you were older than him made him feel not that great being called cute.

But still, he couldn't help himself from getting shy from the compliment.

When he sat there at the dining table with you and little Chan, eating the meals you cooked and playing with little Chan in between got he felt nostalgic, like he had felt this feeling before, this comfort, this ease, it feels like home.

"Can I be the one who gives little Chan a bath tonight?" Chan asked.

You got taken aback by the request for a moment but nodded, "yeah sure, but you have seen what could happen," you reminded him.

He nodded and understood.

And just like you had expected, Chan got out of his room with his t-shirt drenched wet, you eventually helped him finish the task by putting little Chan in his pajamas.

"Stay with him," you told him, "I'll get you clean clothes,"

You ran to your bedroom, and found a white t-shirt big enough for him, then ran back to little Chan's room.

"It's the biggest t-shirt I have," you told him.

Chan didn't hesitate to take his t-shirt off right there and then, it blew you away how well-built his body is, the muscles on his stomach, arms, and back, you whimpered just by imagining how firm it would feel under your touch.

You held your breath watching the muscles flexed as he put on the t-shirt and you wondered why you watched him like a creep, then hurriedly went to little Chan's side to prep him for bed.

"Tiggy! Tiggy!!!" Little Chan shouted for his favorite bedtime story.

But he specifically asked for Chan to read him the bedtime story as he kept pointing at Chan, "woofie!"

You scoffed then handed him the storybook and frowned, "I'm losing a lot of my brownie points today," you said to him.

Chan laughed, "but how can I compete with his mom?" He said with a grin that made his dimples appear.

You left the room to let him read the bedtime story for little Chan, you cleaned up the mess in the living room and put the toys back into the box.

After a little bit more cleaning in the kitchen then you headed to your room to change your clothes since you hadn't changed out from your working clothes.

And Chan didn't mean to peek, if it wasn't for the mirror that reflected it to him through the left ajar door, he wouldn't have seen you standing half-naked while picking clothes from your closet.

It got him fanning himself that he went to get a glass of water to calm himself down.

You got out of your bedroom wearing a nightdress with a sweater on, tying your hair into a messy bun as you walked up to little Chan's room to give him a goodnight kiss.

Chan sauntered to the stacks of the album on the shelf and it startled him when you came out as he flipped the photo album open.

You both exchanged an awkward glance then laughed, "Can I see this?"

"Of course!" You replied.

He sat down on the sofa, began flipping the photo album open, and saw photos of you on a trip while you were making tea in the kitchen.

"Were you always like taking pictures in a film?" He asked while looking at a picture of you sitting on desert sand.

"I always like taking pictures no matter it's a film or digital or just with my phones," you answered then walked to sit on the sofa.

"Is that your dream?"

You were sipping your tea when he asked.

"Photography?" He asked.

You pursed your lips and thought of an answer, "It's just a hobby," you answered.

"Most people treat their lives as movies. Me? I treat it like a memoir," you remarked.

You saw a photo of you while you were hiking, "like this," you pointed to the picture.

"I remember my tent got torn by a wild boar at night. I was lucky it didn't bite half of my head too since I was sleeping," you told him.

As Chan kept flipping the page of the photo album, he saw the you that he never thought of before, he didn't expect you are the adventurous type. He realized that he never really got to know you other than being a mother to little Chan.

"You went to so many places," he beamed as he flipped to the last page of the photo album because the rest of the pages were still empty.

"Well, I had my fun," you brightly said to him while holding your mug in your hand.

"Do you miss it?" Chan sincerely asked you, he got curious whether you got fed up with this domestic life since your pregnancy was an unplanned one. He could imagine having that passionate youth life then all of a sudden, you became a mother without you intended to.

You smiled at him, "you must think that I feel forced into this life?" You wildly guessed.

"I didn't mean to be rude but, have you ever thought that you could have so much more than all these and you could have filled all of these empty pages with more memories," he elaborated.

You softly sighed and put down your mug, "well yeah, that's reasonable for you to think so. But motherhood itself is a challenge, and I am struggling still, but I won't change a thing even if I could," you said.

"Chan has been nothing but a blessing for me, plus, I got to experience a lot of things through him," you paused to chuckle.

"Through little Chan," you corrected.

"And it's kind of exciting to introduce him to a lot of things, for the very first time," you said with a grin.

That made sense to him, he got that excitement when he taught little Chan to swim today, he didn't know if little Chan would remember him as the one who taught him that but it didn't stop him from feeling this pride inside of him

"So if you ask for my dream, it would be going on a trip with little Chan and taking a lot of pictures of him, of us together," you said with a dreamy smile.

Chan nodded in agreement.

He couldn't explain how much appreciation he has for you, even though you were only older two years than him but you are mature beyond your age. He rarely sees that in a person, maybe because you experienced a lot of things more than most people your age.

"How about you?" You asked back.

You folded your arm and put it on the headrest of the sofa, shifting on your seat to face him, "what is your dream?"

That took him a long time to form an answer, mostly because he hadn't thought of it until you asked him.

"I think my dream is an obvious one," he answered.

"Have you ever thought of your life outside music?" You asked out of curiosity.

Again, he couldn't think of an answer because his life have been revolving around that one thing.

You lowly chuckled then patted his shoulder, "it's okay, you're still young, you have all the time in the world to figure it out," you said.

"Why did you say that?"

"Say what?"

"That I am young?" He asked with a crease formed between his eyebrows, "you're aware that you're older than me just by two years, right?"

"Yes, I am very well aware of that," you said with a smile.

"We're both technically still young," he persisted, "we're still in our twenties,"

You laughed again, "yes, okay, I get it," you said.

You suppressed your laugh and then took a sip of your tea again.

Chan sensed you held something in, "come on, spill!"

"I just don't know you're the kind whose sensitive about age," you answered.

He smiled a thin smile and sighed, "It's not that," he assured you, "I just hate it when you put it like that,"

"Like what?"

"That we have an age gap," he answered.

"But I am older than you,"

"That feels like you put a distance between me and you," he blurted it all out without thinking.

"Oh," you exclaimed, and you understood that put him in discomfort.

"I'll try to be considerate from this moment on," you promised then your hand reached for the collar of his shirt to pick up lint.

Chan was surprised by the proximity, he caught the smell of you, a hint of citrus, baby powder, and sunshine, his eyes lowered to your lips, and he got the urge to kiss you right then and there.

But he missed the moment as you retracted yourself away to pick up your phone ringing next to you on the sofa.

"Yes, hello?"

He guessed it was from little Chan's dad because you kept talking about how little Chan had been doing and what time he would pick him up this weekend.

Chan felt like he was eavesdropping when he heard the conversation turned casual, and asked about each other’s life.

And Chan felt… left out.

Support my blog by kindly reblog or tip me on my ko-fi!

taglist: @marvelsleehan @y0urperfect @miixsh @blackonblackwaves @jisungsleftcheek @zaynlikfalls @leeknowrecord @a-hyunjinshairband @cloudyybinin @callanhead317 @jisungsbff01 @bigsobforskz @a-katsukitty @dearalice @gabbunnyy @lixhues @yubinism @abiaswreck @whatudowhennooneseesyou @marvelobsessedperson @elvelour @phobia0325 @crimesscene @sunggasm @channies-luv @hyunelixies @hyunskkhami @f0siq @yangjeongincertifiedsimp @dontsd @pinkdragonwings21 @hyunjun-jpeg @whitecastles @eurphoricxbts @tokyolhtl @drhsthl @st4yr4cha @chanslittlegirl @francine-xi-xxvi-xcv @jeyelleohe @miumuam @hoshis-hoe @rinocats @yunho-leeknow @whateveerx @xuxibelle @tatumadams19 @nightrayseishina @omgheyitsme @littlelillyjs @lilithlilu @hyunee1 @avyskai @midnightchanis @wniektty @sungmon-xx @amethyst16xo @hugs4chan @felbok @maddywillbeatcassiesass @kpopaddicted05 @kosmoskookie @catlixxie

#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #skz chan smut #skz bangchan smut #bangchan x reader #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fics #skz fanfics #kpop smut #kpop fics #kpop fanfics #kpop stray kids #kpop skz #seospicy smut

[brighttears]

Tender

Joel miller x reader

No physical description

Summary: You and Joel met on the road a few months ago and chose to stick together. On your way, you look through a house and find nothing more than a threat, but Joel takes care of it. You take care of the body with a kind gesture that impresses Joel. When you set up camp for the night, he asks you a favor, and you oblige, finally letting yourself move a little closer. With you in his arms, he admits something.

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: violence, death, vivid description of a dead body, talk of death, talk of sex, all you do is kiss

A/n: revived from the drafts with very little editing once again! i've been reading this book i really like and trying to experiment with that writing style lately but this is back to how tf i write. teehee

—

You walk in the middle of the road despite the sidewalk, having unlearned that social rule, because you don’t walk down residential streets much anymore and there’s no cars to worry about anyways. You’ve been walking through his suburb for hours now, making your way through this town to get to the next. Walking for days, weeks, you only following him, having met him at the right time, in the right place, and under the right circumstances to let you come along, though there hasn’t been enough trouble so far for you to be able to actually prove your worth. You wonder what it actually is about you that made him want to keep you around, but it doesn’t matter much. All you know is now, you and him are a team.

“Alright,” Joel sighs out, slowing his steps, “let’s clear one of these houses, see what we can find, take a little break.”

“Sounds good to me.” You reply, aching feet thanking his decision. 

You both stop in front of the next house, a two story, olive green gothic. 

“A big house like this looks promising.” You say to him, and he gives you a halfhearted nod, only glancing at you and instead looking over the front of the house. You hope the worry he’s at least trying to hide is not a precursor for what's inside. For once, you would really like to see some relief on his face.

You’ve only been running together for a few months, but you work well enough for a look between you to tell you all you need. It takes a minute to clear the large house, but all there is to see is dusty furniture, nothing useful left. 

Joel is behind you as you ease open the last door, creaking open to concrete steps to a basement. You look at him before placing your feet slowly down the steps, bent posture to keep your eyes level with your gun, scanning the new room. You come into a wide space with two open doorways, the floor and walls all grimy concrete, rusty metal pipes lined in a corner and stretching over the ceiling. There’s almost nothing down here, just a few rusty shelves with miscellaneous, useless crap. In the corner, however, are a couple tied trash bags, both half full, a few cans of vegetables and beans, visibly expired, which wouldn’t be worrying if there was not also a rolled up sleeping bag with them, dirty but not dusty. 

Someone is here. Maybe someone stupid, someone who brings too much shit with them and doesn’t know what to eat. But someone to worry about all the same. 

Joel cocks his head into the room to your left and then to the room he stands in front of, holding his rifle up and ready, telling you you go that way, I’ll go this way. You nod, turning with your own gun raised to enter the next room. It’s small and all there is is a washer, dryer and filthy utility sink. You twist around to check behind the door, all clear. 

Then, you hear a quick “Hey,” from a voice you don’t recognize, the cocking of a gun, a hit, an oof, then metal skidding on the concrete floor. You dash into the main room and stop in the open doorway of the next room to see Joel, back to you, struggling with someone else you can’t see. There’s a small handgun off to the side that must have been what you heard thrown from the stranger's hand. You watch, gun in hand, too much scuffling for a clean shot, but Joel appears to be handling it fine. He headbutts the stranger and there’s a gasp and a garbled yell, and then Joel forces him to the ground, his rifle somewhere between him. Based on the screaming, choked and squeezed, it must be on his throat. The person's legs kick and scuff wildly between Joel’s as he attempts to breathe and scream. They slow, go wild for another moment, then, still. 

Joel stays on top of him for a moment, making sure, his shoulders heaving with his breaths. He struggles to his feet, frame hanging for a moment before he straightens. He turns around slowly, catching his breath, and his eyes meet yours like he wasn’t expecting to. He pauses, glancing between you and the ground.

“You ok?” You ask. 

“Yeah.” He pauses, “You weren’t s’pposed to see that.”

“I’ve seen worse.”

Still catching his breath, he responds, “Have you?” 

“Of course I have.”

Joel stares at the ground, then shakes his head. “I still… don’t want you t’ have to watch… that.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I will anyways.”

“You’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm if you keep worrying about everything.”

“I don’t worry about everythin’. I worry about you.”

You try not to let it show how deeply his last words twist in your guts, making your heart warm, your brain bleed, coming from him. There’s no room for this, the way he’s been making you feel, starting the second you saw him. 

“Well, still…” you look down, fidgeting with your gun absentmindedly before reholstering it.

“Doe’n’ matter. Let’s go.”

He heads for the door, curving his path around you, but you stay planted, looking at he body on the ground before you. 

“You’re just gonna leave this mess behind?”

Joel pauses in the doorway behind you, “What’s the point of cleaning it up?”

“I dunno.” You step towards the body, examining it head to toe. Eyes open wide, still fearful over a badly broken nose, steaming blood into his open mouth. Around his head is a growing red halo. His throat is nearly crushed. His arms are splayed straight out, one of his legs bent up, stuck from where it fell as he tried to kick his way out of Joel’s hold. The other is laid straight out, worn sneaker’s toe wrapped in silver duct tape. He’s skinny. Young. 

You curse the mushiness in you that refuses to leave. You don’t dig graves anymore, but you still can’t stand to just leave someone. People that have survived this long, regardless of how they’ve managed to do it, have earned at least some dignity in death. Too much thinking of your own death, resenting all the ways you might go before it’s even come, probably plays a part in this being instilled in you. 

You come around the body to link your hands under the armpits, dragging it to a wall, then coming back around to set him up against it. 

“Why’re you doin’ that?”

You take his pack off of his back and toss it over to Joel without looking. Then you rest the boy's head against the wall so that he’s looking straight forward, and pull his eyelids shut. You pat him down and find a fat revolver on his hip, too big for his size, fully loaded, and stuff in the back of your pants. He also has a dagger with a leather sheath made for something bigger, but it’s good enough, so you tuck in on your hip. You stand, not letting yourself pause on the body, and walk past Joel. 

He looks to be born after 2003, but not long. Based on his looks, he probably had his parents with him for a while. Maybe biological, maybe not. People that thought they were protecting him, but never taught him to survive alone. That allowed him to not have much muscle on him. That kept him too slow, too easily caught off guard, too scared. Maybe he ran away. Maybe they died.

Whatever his story was, it’s over. 

“Find anything good in there?” You ask, referring to the boy's pack.

“Nothin’ worth takin’.”

“Ok. Then let’s go.”

—

That was the last thing said for close to an hour after you left, walking back through the dregs of a neighborhood. 

“That was kind’f a, nice thing you did back there.” Joel breaks the silence as you walk past the large houses with a short forest overlooking a creek on the other side of the street. A nice neighborhood—formerly nice neighborhood. 

“You think so?” You respond, not used to a comment on it. 

“Yeah, I mean… I’ve never seen… someone do somethin’ like that before.”

“Well, get used to it. I do it a lot.”

His silence tells you that he knows not to ask further about it. You like that about him, that he doesn’t push. 

“You uh… you kill a lot of people?”

He’ll grant you some reticence, but you can’t blame him for some opposition. After a scene like that, further questions are fair. 

“Yeah. I mean… you have to. It’s like eating meat.”

“I like that analogy.” He gives you a slight smile. 

“It works, doesn’t it?” You match his smile. It’s strange how you can smile at something so macabre, but he did, so you do. 

The exchange feels like a leveling of the playing field, with all that back there. You think you’ve come to an understanding on what you can and can’t see, that he understands that shielding you from anything is a lost effort. He won’t scare you, you won’t be scarred, no more than you already are. There’s other things to worry about. Safety. But there, in the back of each other's mind, you know will be a sorry, sorry about the world we have to live in. 

You wonder what he was like before. From what you’ve seen, you guess he was probably a lot sweeter. It’s not hard to see that he’s got a front that he puts on. The shroud has fallen some, though. You bet he was a dad. But you won’t ask. No one asks about before. It’s an unspoken rule. 

“It’s too dark to keep walkin’.” Joel speaks up, changing the subject. “Let’s set up somewhere. Get some shut eye.”

You nod, then look at the houses and sigh. You stop and look at Joel, “I don’t feel like sweeping another house.”

“Me neither.” He admits. “The woods, then.”

You nod again and you turn into the trees. They’re a bit depper than you’d thought they were, and you sit down a few feet from the somewhat steep drop off to the creek.

“I’ll take first watch.” You say once you’ve settled. 

“No, t’s alright. You get some sleep.”

“You get some sleep. I can’t yet. Just let me take first watch.”

He looks at you, almost guiltily, then looks at the ground. In the bright moonlight through the trees, it’s still on his face, in his brow, his relaxed lips. You’re not sure what it’s from. Maybe from earlier still. Maybe because he really does want to get some sleep. Maybe because he still doesn’t quite trust you enough yet to not kill him while he does. You hope not; that’s just about the last thing you’d ever want to do

“I’ll stay up a while longer. Can’t sleep yet either.” He says. 

You decide not to ask. 

“Alright.”

All you do is sit for a while, a comfortable silence falling over you with the soft white of the moon. It’s peaceful. The creek trickles, nightlife chirping and humming like a lullaby. 

Joel shifts his legs, putting on straight out and using the knee of the other bent up to rest his arm. 

“So… what you did back there.”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you do it?” He asks again. His face is soft, he doesn’t look at you with any judgment or scorn or mockery, just pure curiosity, and that’s what gets you to answer. 

You look at the dirt, cold and hard as concrete as you answer. “I guess… because that’s what I want when I die.” He says nothing, offering you to continue. “I just feel like… it takes a lot to live for a while. And I think that deserves some respect.”

“Not everyone out here deserves respect.”

You glance up at him, more diffident when you respond, “Yeah, I know… maybe respect’s the wrong word. Recognition, I guess. It’s not like I’m burying everyone that dies, I just… it takes a lot to get this far. No matter how you did it. Survival is survival. It’s just what I would want someone to do for me. Not that someone will, but…” it occurs to you that if Joel sees you die, maybe he’ll offer that to you, now that he knows. “I don’t know…”

“Well,” you hear him shift again, “I’ve never seen anythin’ like it, but… I respect it.”

You glance up at him, modesty keeping your eyes away from his. “Thank you.”

The quiet then is so peaceful that you don’t want to interrupt it. It’s a nice night, a cool breeze rustling through the trees, brushing your face like a kiss. You close your eyes to it. 

“You tired?” You hear Joel. You keep your eyes shut for another moment before letting the quiet go and looking back at him. 

“No. Just enjoying that breeze.” You offer a small smile. His lips tug up, and then you watch him close his eyes, resting his head back on the bark of the tree. 

“Feels like a kiss, doesn’t it?”

Joel opens his eyes again, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Yeah. Like a kiss.”

There’s that spark again, straight from your brain to your heart, like an extra pump of blood that bumps a beat into your ribcage. You want to look at the ground or hide your gaze in the trees, but you can’t. You feel caught. You hope he can’t see it in your eyes, his locked on them. 

This man, rough and rugged, soft and sweet. Strong. Stable. Set. Here.

You want him to hold you. You’ve felt that for a while, but you push it down every time. Deep, where it’s safe, wanting it to be unreachable, squashed out, but it won’t leave. It barks like a dog tired of its chain, hungry and lonely and cold outside. Wanting to come home. Wanting to be warm. Safe. 

With his gentle eyes still holding yours, Joel whispers, “Do me a favor.”

Throat stuck, you reply, quieter than you intended, “Hm?” 

“C’mere.”

You flounder in the extra blood in your heart, pumping past your intellect, drowning you and your shield, your armor, you drown, and shift closer. You drown, and come into his arms. Your lips part, and you breathe. 

He’s warm… tender. His arms rest heavy around your shoulder and over your stomach. Your eyes close automatically, and there is that kissing breeze. Your body relaxes in his arms, softer than the dirt you’ve only ever rested on, and your head sinks against him, your cheek on his chest. It moves with his deep breath, and then his chin comes to rest on the top of your head. 

Fully submerged in the water, you submit and take a deep breath of it and reach your arm under his to tug it closer over your body. He places his hand on your other bicep, stroking his thumb over it. Your mind feels fuzzy like fur, this alien feeling petting over your entire body. 

Like a stray, hungry dog, you want more. You shift further up against him, basically crawling into his lap. 

Joel, protective, tough, caring, kind, homely. Safe. 

“Joel.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” He whispers, words coming over you like the breeze. 

You shift up, your guard fully burnt down by the heat of his heart, and look at his face above you. 

Joel. Resilient, passionate, winsome, close. A fallen star here in the dirt. Winged feather’s dark, but wings just the same. And here he is, holding you, those eyes on yours, and you’re caught, metal hook in your lip tugging them to his. 

You forgot how to kiss. But you know how to want. How to need. How to drink. How to taste. How to savor. And so does he. 

He cradles the back of your head, holding you to him, his taste is sweet and heady, like flowers after rain, like pollen, like life, blossoming into your mouth as he slips in his tongue. Everything falls away. All you feel is his warmth, all you feel is him, him, him. He pulls you closer, arms around your back as if dipping you in a dance, and you let your body fall limp in his arms save for your arms around him, stroking your thumb over the veins in his neck pumping real blood, and it makes you feel human. Not survivors, not leftovers, real people, kissing like people do. Joel makes you feel real. Seen, felt, cared about, and so warm in his embrace, so safe. 

Gently, he lays you down, keeping his hand on the back of your head to shield you from the cold hard ground, and he smooths his other hand around your waist as he leans over you, resting his leg in between your as if to entangle you, as if he’d need to, as if you’d leave, as if you’d want to be nothing other than close to him. A moan comes out of you, your brow furrowing up in sheer desperation for him, and you loop a finger in his belt loop to pull him farther over you. His body is heavy over yours, spreading deep relaxation through you under it. You entwine your fingers in his hair with your other easing around his waist under his jacket, exposed skin from his shirt pulling up teasing your fingertips. The word more flowers in your mind, any other thought absent, brushed away by his body and hands and lips. 

He breaks the kiss suddenly to speak, you watch his eyes wandering your face as he does,  “We can’t do this here, too open, it’d be too dangerous. We can uh, clear one of those houses, tomorrow, maybe,”

“What for?” you question, distracted by his lingering taste and a little breathless.

“I mean, uh, well, I wanna, um… alright, I’m gonna be a little crass here, but I wanna fuck you.”

You nearly snort a chuckle, biting your lip to recover and returning in almost a whisper, as if only to breath into his parted lips, “Well I want you to fuck me, too.”

He nearly moans just at your response, meeting your lips again and then pulling back away, “We better stop… I gotta hold myself back already, jesus.” He whispers, stroking his finger over the side of your face. You close your eyes as he touches you, imagining you were somewhere else in time. You wish you met him before all this. You wish you didn’t have to worry about it. Only be with each other. Relaxing in some bed with soft sheets and all the time in the world. 

“Ok,” You breathe out eventually, opening your eyes. He strolls his gaze back up to meet them, whispering “Alright,” and moves slowly to kiss your forehead. You’re a goner, you know it now, you’re his, absolutely, irremediably. He presses another gentle kiss to your lips, and you keep your eyes closed. You keep them that way as he slowly brings you back up, letting him mold your body into his, still in his lap. A sigh falls out of you, letting your head weigh against him as he holds you close. 

Something in you makes you think that this will hurt. Something will happen, and you’ll be separated, and he’ll only be a memory. Yes, he’ll break your heart, whether he leaves on his own or leaves in death, or maybe you will first. Right now, you can’t think of yourself leaving in any other way than your life ending. Either way, one of your hearts will be broken. That’s nothing more than a fact of life, now. Yes, this will hurt later. But not now. Now, is gentle, caring, sweet, unnatural, a dream, like a drug, like you’re tripping out of your mind, thinking you’re in heaven but you’re just in your bed, but right now you’re in the dirt, being held by a man the likes of which you’ve never met. Not even before. Because before, even the most broken were never this sweet, because this man, Joel, Joel, your Joel, is far more broken than any of them, more damaged than they could ever conceive of being, and his scarred rough skin is warm like the belly of a dog with this solid gentleness that makes you feel safe. Safe, surrounded by dark woods with things never not leering, whether they have some sort of human consciousness or not.  

“Have you ever been in love?” Joel suddenly asks, that soft tone that brings you ever deeper into the bed of his chest. 

“I’m… I’m not sure.” You whisper back. “Have you?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“What does it feel like?”

Joel is slow to reply, but then, softly, he says, “Like this.”

#the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us hbo #the last of us fic #the last of us fluff #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #the last of us joel #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou hbo #tlou fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you

[curiousquirks]

For the nsfw alphabet, I'm really curious about Dabi and Mr. Compress tbh...

A/N: Got 'em both here for ya <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s not a very affectionate person so don’t expect anything special. He’s the type to smoke a cigarette, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Or get up to piss and maybe grab a snack. If his partner asked for something, he’d make a snide comment but he’d probably get it for them.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: He’s pretty self conscious but I can see him liking his hands a lot, considering it’s one of the few places on his body that isn’t as affected by his quirk.

On his partner: Tits AND ass man, no doubt about it. He doesn’t need to pick, it just depends on where his hands are at the time. He’s very grabby. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Dabi is 100% a disgusting man, he will cover his partner in his own cum and he will happily sit there with his partner’s cum covering him. Spilling out of any hole possible makes no difference to him and he’ll keep going no matter how ruined how any clothes, furniture, or sheets get. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d share his partner with other men in a heartbeat, but only for a one time thing. He can be possessive sometimes but he knows that they’ll come running back to him anyways. It’s more of showing off how hot they are and how slutty they are for him. It’s a point of pride.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like Dabi doesn’t really have much experience outside of porn and don’t expect him to have any good sex education either. He’ll get frustrated and pissy when they try to teach him anything or tell him he’s doing it wrong; it’s a hit to his ego. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Cowgirl, without a doubt. Him laying down, just admiring the view while they do all the work.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty selfish and focused on getting himself off so he’s very serious. He won’t appreciate any humor either, and if he’s pushed too far by his partner trying to make it humorous, he’ll just leave and get himself off.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh, his pubic hair is still white without a doubt. Has the cutest little happy trail leading up to his stomach too.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s not much of a romantic at all, usually just focusing on the high tension and erotic mood more than anything. If his partner gets him in a submissive position, they’re more likely to make him more vulnerable but he usually keeps that hidden fairly well.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it quite often, not wanting to deal with the drama that can come with fucking someone. Usually accompanied by some random front page porn video.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Temperature Play

Choking

Exhibitionism

Marking

Corruption

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He doesn’t have preference, anywhere is viable. Against a wall? Bent over a table? On a bed? On someone else’s bed? Shady alleyway? As long as he gets to come, he doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s a simple man, it doesn’t take much. Wiggle some boobs in front of him, grope his cock through his pants, or whisper how badly you want him in his ear, make a motion with their hands and he is willing to fuck them where he’s standing.    

                                                     

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with feet, he’s not a fan.

 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If he could have someone on their knees whenever he wanted to suck him off, he’d be in heaven. He’s pretty good at giving but he is definitely more skilled with his fingers. He enjoys giving it more than he lets on though.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Dabi doesn’t know how to take his time when he’s really worked up, and if he does it’s because he’s trying to let himself actually enjoy it. Like he’s afraid it’ll get taken away if he actually tries letting himself live in the moment. He usually goes hard and rough, chasing after the high.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are really fun for him, and definitely has a preference for them. He’s pretty selfish, not really caring too much if his partner finishes every time so he works for him to just pull them aside and do some shit quickly before he continues on with his day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

What’s the fun if you don’t live on the edge? He’ll purposefully try to initiate sex in locations that can get them caught, or somewhere where they’ll be heard. Going a little hard into kinks, without playing carefully. He’s willing to try new things but he’d have to be told about it or randomly come across it. Unless the partner brings it up he probably will just spring it on them in the moment without asking.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He doesn’t actually have a lot of stamina so he wouldn’t be able to go for multiple rounds. It would take him a decent amount of time to finish though, as he does have to focus more mentally to come. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Dabi doesn’t mind them every once in a while but don’t expect him to know the complicated shit. He also feels like if his partner uses sex toys a lot that means he’s in competition with it and that’s just not going to work.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll tease the fuck out of his partner and make them beg especially if they’ve pissed him off recently. He’ll also tease them if he’s trying to initiate sex because it’s easier for him than just asking because well it’s their idea now.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Quiet grunts are all he would really do. Even if he’s more submissive, he’s pretty quiet. The only reason he’ll be loud is with dirty talk, and only for the intention of being heard.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s not that sensitive, especially not his cock, so it takes more work than he’d like to get him off. It’s why he has to focus more mentally when he’s having sex or trying to get himself off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

More thick than long and I can see him getting a jacob’s ladder piercing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, but has a decent control over it. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s not a quickie and he’s near a bed, he’ll clock out pretty fast. Hope his partner wasn’t expecting much from him.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If it’s with a stranger then he’s slipping out as soon as he’s able too. If it’s with a partner then he’s pretty good with aftercare and making sure that they’ve been taken care of. He’s quick with reassurance and soft touches if it’s something that they need.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: It’d be vain to say his face, but otherwise he is quite fond of his hands. The stealthy movements and tricks he pulls with them always draw people’s attention there after all.

On his partner: Their neck. Something about watching someone sweep hair out of the way from their neck or ask for someone to clasp a necklace around it. It’s horribly intimate and delicate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He much prefers his partner’s cum dripping off of his face and god does he love it. The taste is something that he craves in a primal way.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely stolen underwear from his partner before, taking it out only when he can’t be near them.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Atsuhiro has a lot of experience. His partner never has to worry about him not knowing how to please them. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Face Sitting (or any position where he can give them oral) and the Dancer (because of how intimate it is).

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Atsuhiro is a firm believer in “If you can’t laugh during sex you’re doing it wrong” but he’ll try to keep the mood serious and romantic. His partner isn’t shy or unfamiliar with his showmanship showing up in the bedroom though.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps up with personal maintenance, so he’s well groomed. If he didn’t, and the hair got long enough it's definitely start getting curly. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Full romance, and if it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision Atsuhiro would go out of his way to put up candles and play music to set the mood. He’s making love, it’s what you do when you love your partner. That doesn’t mean you can’t make them whimper and scream though. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s not unfamiliar with it at all but he prefers his orgasms with a partner. If he can’t, for whatever reason, then he sees no issue with getting himself off. Vivid imagination, but has used pictures and videos as needed. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Roleplay

Blindfolds

Collars

Dom/Sub Dynamics

Cunnilingus

Rimming

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as it’s behind closed doors. The bed, the floor, against the wall, bent over something? He’s open to whatever the moment leads too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Flirty banter! It’s a game and he lives for it. Suggestive comments and subtle touches get him wound up rather quickly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mutual Masturbation, because he just can’t keep his hands to himself. If his partner is in front of him, laying themselves bare for his viewing pleasure and he’s just expected to get himself off? Blasphemy. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Too damn good at giving it. It’s a talent really and a heavy preference. Not that he minds the favor being returned, especially if he can watch them struggle to swallow it all down, because they must not waste a drop.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Atsuhiro’s pretty flexible on his pacing with it depending on how events flow during the moment. He doesn’t have a big preference, wanting things to flow naturally. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If he sees an opportunity for one, he’ll gladly take it but he doesn’t prefer them at all. He wants to take his time and enjoy it with his partner. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Atsuhiro is all about taking risks, wanting to experiment with various new ideas or toys. He likes risky set ups for foreplay, living for the thrill. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can easily go for multiple rounds, easily. His speed when it comes to finishing is quicker than he wants to admit. He uses it as a compliment to his partner. He’ll be ready to go again soon, they don’t need to worry.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

They’re a great addition to spice things up but he doesn’t need them. He doesn’t mind some toys being used on him at all, letting his partner take the reins when they want too. He loves the attention being on him, there’s no denying that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He has his moments of teasing, watching his partner squirm. And he definitely does it to get his partner to try and put him in his place. Brat tamers are just brats in control after all.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sighs, moans, and soft grunts. Fairly average volume, as he has no problem showing his partner that he’s enjoying it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has definitely had at least one rich/famous person as a source of income with the offer of sex. Has definitely stolen from them countless times too. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Smaller than average but fully aware of how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Slightly above average, full control over it despite dialogue that would say otherwise.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Being familiar with constantly running away from his problems, he doesn’t fall asleep easily afterwards at all. The thrill and rush he gets from sex does the opposite for him.

#dabi #dabi x reader #mr compress #atsuhiro sako #mr compress x reader #atsuhiro sako x reader #bnha smut #curious little valentine

[billyharringson]

Prompt: "work boots" + any ship with Billy. Free interpretation.

You know I had to go with NSFW Harringrove for this one.

Over the years Steve had accepted a lot of things about himself and his life. Some had been good things, like finally accepting his sexuality. Some had been more painful, like accepting that his parents love was entirely conditional, and that he often didn't meet those conditions. 

This however, he wasn't sure what category of acceptance this fell into. If he was even going to accept it that was.  

He'd learnt a lot about kinks and fetishes since getting together with Billy. It was hard not to, especially since his boyfriend just seemed to pull them out of him. They didn't have a lock on the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet in their bedroom because they were worried that their friends were going to stumble upon their messy socks. It had gotten to the point where Steve didn't really even blink when he stumbled upon something new that got him all hot and bothered. 

But for some reason, the fact that he was now painfully hard in his jeans just at the sight of Billy working on his car was really getting to him. Because it wasn't the fact that his boyfriend was shirtless and covered in grease, wasn't the fact that he'd opted to wear his old, tiny gym shorts and basically nothing else as he bent over the bonnet for all to see. Those things were very welcome additions to his Sunday morning. 

No, the thing that Steve just couldn't take his eyes off for some goddamn reason, were Billy's work boots. His old, chunky safety boots that he wore on a day-to-day basis whilst at the mechanic's shop. Maybe it was because they were usually accompanied by a baggy jumpsuit that Steve hadn't yet noticed how they somehow highlighted just how thick his baby was.  

The way they cut off just above his ankles, making his already juicy legs look just that little bit thicker, it was really doing something to him. They also somehow made Billy look shorter, which was nonsense as they actually gave him another inch or so. Not that it mattered, they both used the small height difference between them in a lot of their play, so it was only adding to Steve's insane horniness levels. 

"You need something princess?" Billy asked, still bent over the engine of the Camaro, smirking at his boyfriend over his shoulder. 

Steve flushed at being caught out, shaking his head quickly. "Just wondering if you wanted a drink or anything." He replied, leaning against the door jamb, hoping that Billy hadn't already noticed the bulge in his jeans. 

Billy finally stood up straight, his cocky smirk not wavering as he slammed the hood closed. "Pretty sure I'm not the thirsty one here Bambi." He nodded at Steve's crotch. "Gimme 10 minutes to shower and I can help you with that if you want, pretty boy." 

Steve really wanted to say something about Billy not needing a shower if they were just going to get sweaty anyway, but he really didn’t want to get grease and oil all over their furniture so instead he grabbed the lube from their bedroom and sat back down in the living room. He fished himself out of his jeans, fisting his cock loosely as he waited. 

Billy was true to his word and Steve could hear his heavy steps as he came downstairs. Which was odd because Billy was usually very light footed. He got his answer a few seconds later though as Billy came to stand in front of him, in nothing but those beat up old work boots. 

Steve blinked up at Billy’s grinning face, swallowing loudly as he rested back against the sofa. “How did you know?” He asked, still stroking himself absently. 

“We’ve been together for nearly five years, Stevie.” Billy replied, resting one hand on his cocked hip. “And while I know my little shorts get you going, you’ve never been ashamed of it before.” 

“I’m not...” Steve trailed off, looking away. “I don’t think I'm ashamed... just surprised is all.” 

Billy climbed onto his lap, turning his chin until Steve was looking at him. “Well, you wanna try it out anyway? I’m happy to get fucked in nothing but Site boots if it gets your motor running.” 

Steve felt his heart swelling, along with his cock. The fact that Billy was always so accepting of his kinks, so willing to try new things if it resulted in Steve’s happiness, it only made him love him more. “My baby.” He whispered, pulling Billy in for a deep kiss. “My sweet baby.” 

Billy rolled his hips forward, moaning into Steve’s mouth. “I... I already prepped myself.” He said, his pants devolving into a squeak when Steve tossed him onto the sofa and crawled between his legs. 

“Yeah?” Steve breathed, pressing inside with one, hard thrust. “You got yourself ready for me, sweetheart? Such a good boy.” He grabbed Billy by the ankles, thumbs brushing over the soft leather of his boots as he began to roll his hips.  

Billy hummed in response, gripping the arm of the sofa, panting into his bicep as he began to stroke himself in time with Steve’s thrusts. “Always.” He said, the word ending with a choked off moan. “Always ready for you, p-pretty boy.” He arched his back as Steve tagged his prostate again and again. 

Letting Billy’s ankles rest against his shoulders, Steve dove forward, knowing that Billy was flexible enough to take it as he practically folded him in half. “I love you.” He said, the words tickling against Billy’s lips. “I love you.” The declaration fell from him on repeat until he sunk inside one final time with a groan, swallowing Billy’s responding moan as his boyfriend clenched around him, coming seconds later. 

Steve slumped forward, Billy’s legs falling from his shoulders to rest at his waist as he caught his breath. “Thank you, baby.”  

“Anything for you Stevie, you know that don’t you?” Billy asked, stroking through Steve’s hair. “And besides, that was hot. If you want to bring these into the bedroom again then I'm down.” 

Steve laughed, jostling Billy as he did so. “I might have to take you up on that, sweetheart.” 

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #harringrove

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Stretching out

@ninjakk

🧘🏻🍑🧋 Yoga, peach (which is entirely up to you 😉) & boba

I had way too much fun writing this one and you can tell.

Lan Wangji feels like the first five minutes of a porno. Not that he watches those. He just knows how the scenarios go. For science. He doesn't use them as inspiration for his fantasies at all. Shut up.

Anyway, he feels like the first five minutes of a porno and he doesn't know if he should be grateful to the heavens or scandalized that he's being tested like this.

He has been brought up in the spirit of discipline and self control, a master of his body and its animalistic impulses. ...And then his roommate and long time undisclosed crush, Wei Ying, has decided to take up at-home yoga and all that's gone to the very last circle of hell.

Lan Wangji is pretty sure he's going to die. He has to, otherwise he doesn't know how long he'll survive pretending like he doesn't see Wei Ying's tempting figure in those incredibly tight yoga pants he's taken to wearing.

Whoever invented those definitely has a vendetta against Lan Wangji specifically. How is he meant to live his life when he walks into his living room at midday, after a long morning of studying, and is greeted with an eyeful of ass as Wei Ying practices whatever poses the yoga instructor instructs in those YouTube tutorial videos?

In fact, Lan Wangji is going to sue this person. And the yoga instructor. And whoever invented yoga. So what if it's an ancient art? There have to be descendants somewhere.

He wants emotional damages in the millions. He has things to do, and he can't focus on any of them when all he can imagine is bending Wei Ying over in those yoga poses in his bed. So someone needs to pay for that. It's an attack on his productivity and well-being.

Today, Wei Ying's sent him for boba. Not that he'd do anything Wei Ying asked (he would, that's not the point right now), but he woke up craving boba himself and the quaint little shop that opened across the street sells the best tea Lan Wangji has ever tasted - so he got dressed to go get something for himself and asked Wei Ying, self-entitled "boba slut number one", if he wanted some too. Expectedly, the answer was yes, so here Lan Wangji is, getting two drinks for him and his... friend.

He's also ordered some of Wei Ying's favorite pastries, because if there's anyone who deserves a treat, it's him - and Lan Wangji sort of selfishly wants Wei Ying to latch onto him and hug him in gratefulness when he receives them. So what.

He's only gone for something like 15 minutes, but when he walks back into the apartment and hears the upbeat voice of the yoga instructor Wei Ying follows, he knows he has about 3 and a half minutes of self control in him before he has to run off to his room and lock the door.

And then he walks into the living room, and Wei Ying's in his tight yoga pants and a crop top that hides a total of zero skin, glistening sweat and red in the face - and Lan Wangji is ready to lock himself up in horny jail. Give him the key and a life sentence.

Wei Ying is bent over in what could only be aptly described as "face down, ass up" (not that Lan Wangji knows, shut up!!), his back arched so beautifully that Lan Wangji's mind can already picture him behind Wei Ying, inside-

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying calls out and promptly falls onto his belly before rolling over and taking a much more decent seated position. "I was wondering why you were taking so long!"

Lan Wangji decides he's not that much able to speak, so he just hands Wei Ying his paper bag and smiles at the joyful sound Wei Ying lets out upon discovering an entire collection of sweets and two cups of boba.

"You're really the best, Lan Zhan! I could kiss you right now!"

"Then do it."

Lan Wangji only realizes he says it out loud when he hears Wei Ying gasp. Panic fills him, and he doesn't know if he wants to flee or stay so still that he blends into the furniture.

Wei Ying's cheeks are so red he looks like he's been doused in blush powder.

"...would you like that? For me to kiss you?"

What the hell, Lan Wangji thinks to himself, and crosses the distance between him and Wei Ying, their lips meeting in place of an answer.

"W-wait, my lesson-" Wei Ying moans out as he finally separates from Lan Zhan for air.

Lan Zhan reaches to close the lid of his laptop in response. "I'll help you stretch out."

And he does.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #i hope you like it and thank you for the prompt <3

[onirique-amaranth]

Hi! Do you take ORV requests? If so can I request KDJ or YJH x Dom Male reader and they’re fwbs or just a very fluffy scenario with them?? If you don’t, sorry for wasting your time and have a nice day :D

⎮We meet again⎮

⏤ Characters: Dokja⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17) & sfw

⏤ Warnings: sub! Dokja, top! Male reader, size kink, belly bulge, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mind-breaking, mention of blood, creampie

⏤ 2.500 words

You have known Dokja for a long while, since the seventh grade, actually. You had always been the popular guy while Dokja was just considered as less than a support character. He had always been bullied and ignored by everyone, nobody would talk to him and if they do, it would be to make fun of him. You felt pity for him many times but never tried to do anything, like anyone else, you would let it happen since you did not want to lose your status.

One night, after school, you discovered an interesting web novel, surprisingly, before the first 100th chapter, all readers stopped reading and only one continued to. You spend days and nights reading it, in class, at home, before going to sleep till you would nearly pass out and early in the morning. As you were reading one of what seems like the most recent chapter, you unknowingly sat next to Dokja and were forced to put your phone down when the teacher arrived.

As you push your phone to the side to get your notebook out of your bag, you hear a gasp next to you. You turn around with a frown, noticing how Dokja was looking at you with stars in his eyes. It was the first time you saw him make a face like this.

“You read it too?!”

Your eyes widen as you see him point out the novel still open on your phone. And for the first time, your eyes really met, and you see an unmistakable passion in his eyes for this story. And that's how you end up talking for the entire hour, not caring about anything but this passion in common. Slowly by surely you became friends, spending more and more time together, he would still avoid you at school, so you don't get in trouble because of him, but you would see each other outside.

This friendship blossomed over a year, and at some point, the line between this friendship, sexual relation and love blurred, making you unable to see its real limit. What should be innocent meetings to go shopping and have fun, was always ending up in Dokja being bent over some furniture. Whenever someone would get too close to you, it would end up with Dokja being jealous and annoying you so badly till you would fuck him out of frustration. If he ever felt bad, he would knock at your door, ignoring the hour, and spend the night here, watching series and eating snacks before living the next morning after kissing you on the lips.

In your last year of school, your friendship has changed a bit, in a way you never thought was possible, everything turned into something more intimate. Sadly, you got separated after the entrance exam that he failed, as he got into a third-rate college, and you got into the college you dreamed of for years.

You tried to stay close, but it was difficult. After some time, you stopped talking, but you kept sending him messages in the hope he would reply, he never did. You kept trying, texting mostly about the only thing you had in common, that story, you did not care if he was not going to reply, you just wanted to show him you were still there.

You could still see him comment after each chapter was published, always at that same hour, which you understood was when he finished his work. After some time, you started to do the same, but always one hour before him, so he could see them at the end of each chapter.

-----

This day was supposed to be the end of TWSA. And it was with this inexplicable anxiety that you opened the chapter, reading it with so much joy and also pain as if a chapter of your life just ended with this novel. And finally, you were on the last panel. As you close the app, you received a message from whom you think was the author, which was thanking you, and at the same time sends you an attached file, the novel.

And that's how the nightmare started, in this car, the 3707th. The man in front of you, who seemed familiar, was Junghyeok Yu. You were shivering, was it already your end? The nightmare has just started, but it was already your turn, or you thought so. Before the main scenario starts, you run away, the door of the car in front of you half-opened. As you escape, you turn your head before leaving, your eyes meeting with dark black eyes, looking at you suspiciously. But before he could attack you, the main scenario started, and you were already out of his reach.

Surprisingly, you still felt his eyes on you as you hide in the crowd, you look back and see him standing behind the half-opened door, observing you. You can't help but offer him a big smile before giving him the finger, snickering as you run away.

Thankfully as you were panicking, you noticed a fly on a seat, and quickly, you crush it with your hand. It was disgusting, but you were alive, and you had completed the task.

-----

The first time you saw Dokja again, was on that bridge, you were hiding from Junghyeok. But you never thought you would see Dokja being grabbed by the neck, as his legs were swaying over a blank space. There was no need for you to scream as it seems they both sensed your presence, turning their head in sync, one looking at you in hatred and the other in shock, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Suddenly, he tries to escape from Junghyeok's grip, choking out your name with a desperate smile as he cries.

Too focused on Dokja, you missed the other man's expression and all of a sudden, Junghyeok lets go of him, and Dokja falls into the river, without thinking, you run to him, passing Junghyeok and jumped. Before Junghyeok could grab you, you were already falling down with Dokja, and he felt a terrible feeling take over his heart, but it was too late.

This decision would be dumb in any other situation, but you were a reader, and you knew what would happen and how to prevent it. So, before Dokja could drown, you grab his hands, pulling him up to the surface. Together, you got out of this giant sea commander, unscathed or at least, not dead.

-----

As you were resting at the Geumho station with the others, you're suddenly aware of how the feeling that you suppressed for years came back, and at full force. Your thoughts started to get mixed up, fortunately, you walked away before it could happen, so the others would not worry about you. As you lose your calm, you feel a hand run through your hair, you raise your head, eyes meeting Dokja's.

It was impossible for you to ignore the tenderness in them, it was too obvious, too powerful, and with this discreet and sincere smile of his that was making your heart warm up. And after so many years without seeing each other, he just kisses you calmly, without saying a word as if it was natural.

A gasp was heard from behind you, Huiwon was there, with her hand over her mouth, but you could still see the dark blush on her cheeks and ears. She giggles before doing a thumbs up, running away from the two of you. You stand there, as you process the information before you start to panic, you could feel your cheeks warming up as you cover them with your hands.

“Ah. I thought I left without them noticing… Whatever.

I missed you.”

His words moved you, but you came back to the others like nothing happened. You see Huiwon smirks at you but does not say anything. You send her a playful glare before sitting next to Hyeonseong, yawning as you rest your head on his shoulder, you should leave the station soon so why not take a little nap before.

-----

You had already passed the sub scenario with the illusory prison, and you were now much closer to the next station. Thankfully you knew how to get out of this zone, but it still took you some minutes, and it affected you greatly. Without you noticing, instead of Dokja walking in front of all of you, he was staying beside you, walking at your pace.

Huiwon who was behind Dokja nudged him, pointing at you with her finger and after, linked her hands together with an amused smile. As you were oblivious to what was happening, conversing with Hyeonseong, you suddenly feel something warm engulfing your hand. You did not need to look to see what it was as you just tighten your hold back, a discreet smile taking over your face as you continue to converse with Hyeonseong.

You were finally able to have a rest at Chungmuro station, the atmosphere was strange. There was this tension in the air that you could not ignore but could not identify either. The others were searching for a nice place to sit down and relax, and you also left with Dokja to do the same. But nothing looked fine, either there were too many people or it was just a disgusting place filled with rubbish.

You continue to take random turns, Dokja following closing behind you in silence, as you hope to find somewhere at least proper to rest when you stop in front of a dead-end, you sign and ruffle your hair in frustration. It felt like hours passed, and you were getting annoyed, but before you could turn around and leave, an arm wrapped itself around your waist. You feel a head nuzzling against your back, the other free hand sliding down your torso to your crotch.

Your eyes widened, body tensing up under Dokja's touch. You look around in panic, what if someone could see you?

“There is nobody here. We are all alone.

I was getting frustrated. We haven't seen each other for years…

Haven't touched each other for years… And you don't even look at me.”

You wanted to reply something, at least to calm his urges but nothing came out of your mouth. It was as if he stole your breath away at the same instant he stole your heart.

“Don't push me away. We weren't lovers before, but you loved me, right?

Ever since we started playing around…

So, why can't we be lovers now? Nothing can separate us.”

And that's you ended up with a naked Dokja, as you pushed him against the wall. Hoisting him up, and let him wrap his legs around your waist before you slid your cock into him. Your larger body hides him from possible prying eyes, beside you, he looked ridiculously small but deliciously tempting. When your cock entered him, you could only admire how his body tightened around you, slutty moans being ripped from his throat, and how you could see a lump in his stomach, becoming more pronounced as you push yourself deeper into him. What could have been a lovely reunion between old friends turned out to be a more sexual one driven by lust.

With each thrust, you would hit his prostate dead-on, not caring about how loud he was being. His tears and screams turn you on ever more as you destroyed his inside. His nails that were dragging up your back were starting to dig into your skin, and drops of blood were falling on the floor. But it was as if nothing could reach your mind right now, the pain subdued by the pleasure coursing through your veins, the only thing you wanted to do was to make Dokja forget his name. You roughly grab his face, observing how his eyes looked dazed and cloudy, seems like he would not come back to his normal state for a while.

You wanted to take revenge for all the years he left you behind, not trying to contact you again. And now he was coming back like nothing happened? You could not accept it, he had to pay. But you loved him too much to hurt him, so you did what you could do best, make his mind go blank and force him to submit to you. That thought alone made your body react on its own, you grabbed one of his legs, holding it up before plunging as deep as you could. The loud moan you received confirmed he did not mind that one bit.

You were filling him so nicely, Dokja could feel himself go dumb on your cock, he only wanted to be filled to the brim, marked by you as if he was just your plaything. Why hasn't he contacted you before? How could he let someone like you get away from him, you that he loved so dearly? He was glad you never forgot him because now, he could become yours again, and this time, he won't leave.

The next thrust made him moan out loud, he was not able to stop crying, the tears drying on his cheeks immediately being replaced by new ones. His head was blank, he could only see you, hear you and smell you. Your scent, either it was a perfume or your natural smell filled his nostril, it was suffocating him. Each thrust forced the air out of his lungs, mouth wide open to let out noises he would be embarrassed about after.

As you continued to fuck him, his eyes lulled to the back of his head, his body was on fire, and he could not think or breathe. Everything was blurry around him as came for the first time, his cum landing on his stomach, but you did not stop moving. Even after he begged you to slow down.

Some time has passed, and you had already came once in him, but it did not stop you. You could feel your legs giving out, but you refused to give up now, you were too far lost in your pleasure to notice how you had already broken him completely.

He was a mess, his body marked from his legs to his jaw, blood dripping out from the bites, the view made heat pool to your crotch. You feel your body tense up before you pump your cum deep into him, reaching places both of you never thought possible. Another load followed quickly, the previous bulge that was showing through his stomach now inflated with your cum.

His stomach was covered in a watery fluid, he cummed so many times that he was not able to orgasm correctly anymore. Only some drops would get out of his cock. The only way you knew he was cumming was the scream ripping out of his throat and how he would tighten around you as if he was trying to coax your orgasms out of you.

And suddenly, Dokja passed out, he never had enough stamina to endure you till the end. Thankfully, you were also exhausted, and so, you managed to pull out before you fall on your knees, Dokja sleeping in your arms. You clean him with the tissues that he had in his pocket before dressing him back up. You replace your clothes correctly, covering the best you could the stains of cum Dokja left on your shirt and pants before picking him up.

You lay down on the first bench you see, placing Dokja on top of you. You sigh and decide to kiss him gently before you fall asleep. Unbeknown to you, he woke up some moments before, and as you were sleeping while holding him close to you, he watches your face with a lovesick expression. He moves the collar of your shirt out of the way before biting down hard on your neck, making sure it would be a mark that will not disappear for a long while. And now, with a small smile, he kisses you once or twice, or maybe more before snuggling into your hold. Your body's warmth envelops him and coaxes him into falling asleep.

When the others came back, they were greeted with the sight of you and Dokja cuddling up on the bench. As Sangah and Gilyoung were looking at the two of you with stars in their eyes, murmuring to each other about how cute you were; Hyeonseong would just stare in jealousy on the side, him who thought you had something for him from the way you were acting. He turns around and leaves in heavy silence.

Huiwon was looking fondly at you at first before noticing something… How your hair was dishevelled, the collar of your shirt had been pulled down to expose bite marks and also the wet patch on Dokja's pants that she could see from here. With a sigh, she forced the others to let you have your privacy. When you will wake up, she plans to scold the two of you so badly you will cry.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

#male reader #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader webtoon #top male reader #seme male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #kim dokja x reader #omniscient reader x reader #x reader #dom male reader #sub dokja #bottom dokja #dokja x you #dokja x y/n #orv kim dokja #orv smut #orv x reader

[mypoisonedvine]

would u rather have a fwb with joel or a long term relationship with javi

honestly this is the last thing I expected to say cause I'm such a romantic but I'll go with FWB with joel. I love javi but dating a cop?? idk fam... plus he's so busy all the time and, you know, a bit of a slut NOT TO SLUT SHAME but I want that man to myself. thankfully, friends with benefits with joel is nothing to scoff at.

I feel like he'd put a lot of emphasis on the benefits and fuck you all. the. time. he wants you in his bed most nights and he wants you basically on call for when he's lonely or horny. joel doesn't have many true 'friends' so I think of it more like him opening up to you during pillow talk. he's a really good listener, definitely prefers it to talking, and probably gives good advice if you don't mind him occasionally just telling you to kill someone who's giving you trouble lol. he's also the super helpful friend, that guy who will show up when you need just about anything fixed or your furniture rearranged. he takes his payment in getting to rail you bent over any furniture had had to move. and he loves coming inside so having an ongoing arrangement makes him trust you with birth control compared to some random hook-up. he prefers the connection anyways, and is he falling for you? maybe, but he's not going to show it (except for all the not-that-subtle ways he's showing it).

#30k sleepover #would you rather #joel miller x reader

[eldritch-spouse]

Breg with a s/o who is a voyer/exhibitionist likes watching him get off but likes knowing that he's a peeping to looking at her playing with herself

[Going to focus on voyeur for this because I think it's funnier. Fem reader.]

(Minors dni)

You're pretty sure he doesn't know you're home yet.

Breg has very good hearing, you've learned that within little time of letting him move in, when he would complain about sounds you barely registered and knew where you were at basically all times, something that admittedly scared you a tad.

This makes it so that the breeder can tell when you're coming home ahead of time, therefore he's almost always at the door ready to greet you with a warm embrace as soon as you make it through. When this is not the case, you know Breg is either in trouble or up to no good.

The apartment was mostly quiet, nothing was broken, no signs of there being any sort of altercation. Perhaps he's not home, you had thought while setting your things down, maybe today you'd have some time for yourself. A moment of respite away from the overly clingy and suffocating monster who you begrudgingly began sharing your living space with.

You're taking your jacket off when a muffled noise reaches your ears. That definitely wasn't furniture shifting. A creak follows. Yeah no, someone is home. Maybe not Breg, but certainly something. Perhaps that strange dark-eyed monster that looks more like a hat-wearing cat than anything. What was his name again? Fasm? Phantasm? Fuck it, that drunkard Breg associates with for some reason.

You pass by the kitchen, living room and hall silently, seeing nothing of interest, but making it a point to peep into Breg's bedroom. Empty, a little messy. That means whatever's in your home has entered your bedroom. Grand. Fantastic. You don't exactly have a weapon at hand, but there is a pepper spray in your bag, so you quickly fetch it before peeking past your slightly ajar door-frame.

Yeah no, now you really want to use that pepper spray...

Guess who is home after all? Why, dear old Bregory!

Rolling in your sheets like a fucking mutt.

Maybe it's just because you've lived a moderately sheltered and uneventful life, but you've never met anyone so blatantly filthy. There he is, not a care in the world, face stuffed in your pillow as the large monster very clearly humps at what you'll guess is a balled-up mass of your bed sheets. He's just... Going at it, no shame, no noise control, no recognition of your stunned silhouette very clearly gawking at him through the entrance.

So this is why Breg is so insistent on wanting to do the laundry all on his own. It finally dawns on you why your bed sheets are constantly replaced. Clever fucker, to think he does this so frequently... That he can look you in the eyes knowing the things he's done. Maybe even enjoys the thrill of it. You feel disgusting while staring at the breeder, letting this happen as opposed to putting an immediate stop to it as anyone normal and sane should.

But it's also not like he hasn't done the exact same thing to you before. You distinctly remember those incidents where you could clearly tell the pale monster was peering inside your bedroom as you changed. Sometimes from a distance, other times glued to your door. Breg is seldom ever subtle. You knew he was there all those times, and you liked it. You loved the way his faint breathing would pick up as you let the fabric of your shirt drag over your breasts or the way he'd lose focus and let his tail thump against the wall whenever you bent a little too much to take your pants off. It's a form of control that keeps you high. His helpless peeping Tom tendencies, while reprehensible at best and dangerous at worst, flatter you to no end. You're sure that he touched himself at least one of those times, you could have sworn-

A moan.

It was loud enough to snap you back into reality, forcing you to gulp and guiltily study the view.

Breg is rolling his hips faster into the makeshift nest of fabric, making clipped noises of desperation the closer he crawls to his peak. One hand is beneath the pillow, shoving it hard against his face, mouth parted so he can presumably inhale the scent of you better. The other is busy holding the sheets in place. The force of his thrusts rocks the mattress a good bit, your eyes are glued to the way his leg muscles tense and jut- You've no doubt he'd he spearing himself as deep into your poor little pussy as possible if you were actually there, beneath him. It's an admittedly arousing sight, you'll give Breg that much, he's good at putting on a depraved show or two.

Another senseless, breathy noise against the plush of your pillow and Breg's hips cant, the very same hand stationed beneath his body clearly gripping both his cocks through the thin fabric. The monster strokes himself quickly, almost too fast for your vision, abdomen shifting and limbs trembling as he lets out another muffled sob and suddenly snarls his way to a potent climax.

Fucking filthy.

The way the breeder's upper body flops onto the comparatively tiny bed while he lazily pumps the cum out of his shafts would be hilarious if you weren't turned on enough to feel your heartbeat in your cunt by now. Head still not facing the door-frame, your sleazy roommate appears to be in a state of total bliss, merely catching his breath as globs of thick spent paint your miserable bed. The sheets can't hold it back, much to your surprise. You wonder how long it takes the monster to clean up after himself...

Alright, that's enough of a show for today. You know better than to linger by now, know it's best not to let your mind dwell on these scenes and risk falling into weakness, giving yourself to a creature that already can barely behave itself around you.

Casually, you knock twice on the door, immediately jolting Breg into a mess of gross soiled fabric.

" I'm going out to eat, I expect this room to be spotless when I come back. "

And with that very simple message, you begin walking out the apartment, personal belongings in hand.

" Wait-! " Breg's distressed voice reaches out, followed by a jarringly loud THUMP, which you presume means he tripped all over the tangled nest of bed sheets. Hah, karma.

You're already out the door before he can get back up.

#Bregory #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #yandere monster #terato #a little rushed sorry

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hi!! 👋 Happy New Year! For your fluffiest smutfest, can I please get porch swing shenanigans with Raymond Smith please? Thank you!

Masterlist

Afternoon Sun

Contains: Fluff, smut, (oral sex M receiving, fingering, P in V)

1.6K words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed or follow #Sp's fluffiest Smutfest

You and Ray enjoy a quiet afternoon.

"Tea my love?"

You smiled and took the cup from his hands, "thank you dearest. I think we made a good choice picking this one."

Ray held the edge of the swing as he sat down, the chair moving under his weight, "it was, I should bring you funiture shopping more often."

You sighed, "it feels weird, I just moved in, I don't want to start changing the way you live."

Ray made a face, his eyebrows raising, "we've talked about this love, this is your home to and I want your input."

You smiled, "well then I want to repaint our bedroom, that light grey is boring. I'm thinking a darker grey and we make the furniture and bedclothes white. It will make the room look cozy white not making it look so dark that it gets us down. I also want to add windows to the kitchen, is that too much?"

Ray smiled, "no, I'll call the architect tomorrow morning and we can spend the whole day shopping."

You pushed your legs against the ground and got the swing moving, Ray smiling as he looped his arms around your shoulder and pulled you close. "This is really nice, I love spending time with you."

You returned his smile, "I love spending time with you too, you know what else I love?"

Ray raised his eyebrows, "I think I know." He took your face in his hands and leaned in close, brushing his lips with yours and wrapping his arms around you as you spun to face him.

You pulled back and Ray chased your lips, a smile soft on his face. You could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking the same thing and you pecked him before looking around, "here? The squirrels are watching."

Ray smiled, "let them watch, you are very pretty." You giggled and climbed into his lap, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest as the swing moved as you shifted.

Ray placed his hands on your waist and kissed, his nose bumping into yours as he deepened the kiss. His hands gripped the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off you, his lips finding your skin as it was revealed to his eyes. As Ray moved to bring his chest closer, the chair shifted more and you lost your balance, falling onto his chest with a giggle.

"How are we going to do with without me falling and giving myself a TBI?"

Ray smirked, "you would be stable if you got on your knees."

You sighed with a smile then kissed his neck, your fingers worrying the buttons of his shirt as you undid it and ran your hands down his chest as you sunk to the floor on your knees. Before you could touch the ground, Ray stopped you and took the pillow from the swing and placed it under your knees, "only the best for my girl."

You smiled and reached for his belt, Ray giving you a slight nod before you pulled it out of the loops and unbuttoned his trousers then pulled them down, Ray lifted his ass off the bench to help you. The swing shifted again, and you shot your hand out and grabbed the edge to avoid getting hit in the nose, Ray laughing as you did.

You got them down around his ankles, then kissed from his knee up his thigh then over to his other leg and took the same path, his hard cock tenting his boxers when you went back up.

You thumbed the hem of his boxers and looked up at him through your lashes, "may I?"

He smiled, "you may." You pulled his boxers down his legs and his cock sprung free. You met his eyes then leaned in and licked the tip, Ray's hands coming to hold your face as you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your mouth. Ray's head fell back as you hollowed your cheeks and slid your mouth further down his shaft, your hand covering what wouldn't fit. Ray's thumb rubbed your cheeking lovingly and he bent slightly so he could reach down and remove your bra.

"Fuck I love this vision." You moaned around him and he grunted, one of his hands sliding down your face and neck to grip your shoulder. You reached one hand up and linked it in his, Ray's fingers pressing into the back of your hand as you worked him closer to the edge.

Praise was pouring out of Ray's mouth, his voice harsh with pleasure as he spoke, "you are so good at that, fucken hell I am one lucky man." He placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed gently, urging you to take more of him in your mouth.

Ray grunted then pulled you off him, "is everything ok?"

He smiled, "everything's fine love, can't I make you feel good too?"

You wiped your face on the back of your hand and kissed him, Ray kicking off his shoes so he could free himself of his pants and boxers. His hands found your pants as you kicked off your shoes, and Ray unbuttoned them and pulled them off your panties all in one go. His hands found the backs of your thighs and he pulled you onto his lap, the chair moving again.

You held your finger up for him to pause, Ray looking into your eyes are you spoke, "this thing has breaks, I really don't want to fall over." Ray smiled as you climbed off him, his eyes watching you as you went to the side of the swing, hooked your fingers under the bottom and pulled free the rods that braced the chair against the ground to keep it stable.

You could feel his eyes on your body and you lifted your head with a smile, "can you please stop looking at me like you're going to eat me, I don't think the wildlife would approve of that."

Ray chuckled and reached his hand out, "I can't look at my beautiful girlfriend?"

You shook your head as you took his hand, Ray's lips finding your neck as he slid one hand from your thigh to your ass cheek while the other found your waist.

He kissed down your neck and across your upper chest, his lips moving down your body until his mouth wrapped around your nipple. You wove her hand through his hair and pressed him closer, Ray moaning into your chest as your nails scratched his scalp.

The hand that was on your waist moved to your inner thigh and you sighed as the back of his hand brushed your centre. You took a deep breath as he flipped his hand and ran his fingers through your slit, his eyes growing dark when he found you wet.

He met your eyes as his thumb found your clit and he slid two fingers inside you. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, Ray's other arm wrapping around your upper body as he pressed you closer to him. His fingers found your G-spot and you felt yourself grow warm as his thumb circled your clit.

You gasped as his fingers picked up speed and Ray's lips found yours, the kiss all hunger and lust as his teeth nipped your bottom lip. You pulled away from him as you came, burying your face in his neck with a moan as he worked you through it.

"Good girl, you are so beautiful. I love you."

You smiled and kissed him, softer this time, "I love you too." Ray pulled his fingers from your body and sucked them into his mouth, moaning at your taste.

Ray gave you a soft smile, taking a few moments to let you catch your breath before reaching down and grabbing his cock, "you wanna hop on love?"

You nodded and hovered over him, the head notching at your entrance, "hell yeah I do." You slid down slowly, Ray's head fell back against the bench and you took advantage of his exposed skin by nibbling a bruise into his flesh.

You paused as he reached the end of you, Ray's hands on your back keeping you steady. You rocked your hips and Ray met your pace, his feet flat on the ground as he pushed himself inside you. His lips met your neck as he moved one hand to rub your clit and angled his hips to brush your G-spot, the pleasure building fast as Ray took over and picked up the pace.

The edge approached fast as Ray slammed into you, his grunts filling your ears between his whisper of affection, "you feel like heaven love, being so good while you take my cock. Come on, be my good girl and cum for me." You were powerless to resist his soft command, Ray moaning like a man dying in your ear as you clenched around him.

Ray's fingers dug into your skin as he chased his high, his lips finding yours as he pulsed inside you. You collapsed onto his chest with a sigh and Ray ran his hands up and down your back lovingly, "we should do this more."

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, "the sex or the sex outdoors? Because I think you're penis is going to fall off if we have any more sex than we're already having."

Ray smiled and stroked your face, "no, sex outdoors, you look so pretty in the afternoon sun."

You smiled back at him and pulled him into a gentle kiss, "I love you Ray,"

"I love you too y/n."

Fin

#Sp's fluffiest Smutfest #raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #raymond smith x you #charlie hunnam smut #charlie hunnam #the gentlemen