The pub scene is even funnier when you consider that poor Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets has likely had this longtime pash on Aziraphale and, like everyone on Whickber Street, he has no idea who exactly The Ginger Goth With The Old Car is. He knows the prevailing theory is mafia but Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets has seen Ginger Goth hanging around Mrs. Sandwich and her "Sandwich Shop" and also around the bookshop a bit and also some naked guy was also at the bookshop recently, so... what's the likeliest conclusion drawn by Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets? That the old bookseller's lonely and paying for it.
He sees them come into the pub and thinks Aziraphale is classy like that and is taking the sex worker for a drink first or maybe that's part of it-- he's gone the whole 'boyfriend experience' route. Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets sees Aziraphale with that chest stroke of that Thin Dark Duke he's paying and while Mr. Brown (of Brown's World of Carpets, just FYI) isn't here to judge and gets it as he's lonely, too... and while he does think the bookseller picks some hot ones... he wants to give Mr. Fell the real thing. The kind of love you can only get between two middle-aged, still-sorta-closeted queers like they are. He'll be someone the bookseller can talk to and find some genuine chemistry with, Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets will be, so he decides to shoot his shot and knows the bookseller is skittish from their past interactions, so he goes for the meeting option. He'll have to come over to drop off the chairs, of course. Give them an excuse to talk more, alone, when Mr. Fell is not, erm, entertaining.
And poor Mr. Brown--President of the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders Association, Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets is-- fine, upstanding, boring as all holy fuck fella... He's met by Crowley coming over with drinks and a greeting that says this is neither the first time, nor, he doubts, will it be the last that he's had to Husband the bookseller but again, Mr. Brown of Oh, You Know By Now thinks this is a bit, so he's not intimidated.
"I was just absolutely hitting on him for real, unlike you," is what he basically told Crowley when explaining what they were chatting about.
And Crowley's like lol you got him flustered enough to host this meeting. Good on you, Mr. Whoever the Fuck You Are from Whatever Shop You Run. Look at you *go*. đ I've got a new favorite human, Aziraphale.
He's all "you astonish me" to Aziraphale, teasing him like you're leading the poor, balding bastard on, angel. I know it's hard for you to reign in your divine sex appeal but you should maybe try. His heart is only human, after all.
Mr. Brown still thinks Crowley's a sex worker though so he doesn't give up and is all like remember, Mr. Fell, our date is right after work on Thursday in a group setting to set you at ease but I'll see you first to set it all up because I want you and I want to make sure you know I'm not just here for the business meeting.
Crowley: That's it-- I'm adopting you, Ballsy Mr. Carpet. I like your style. But you'll never wear my angel down. We've been married for 6,000 years. I am definitely up for saving you from some demons on Thursday though and making it rain on you and literally any fruity, single shop owner in the greater metro area next season. You're on the deck after my shop lesbians. Now piss off, Mr. Barnes. We haven't been to the pub in ages and you're in my seat.
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Taking Calls
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: Whenever a man who makes you feel uncomfortable asks for your number, you give him your boyfriendâs number instead. Whenever he texts him all day and finally decides to call, Spencer plans on taking care of it.
Content/Warnings: Minor case details (nothing explicit), creep officer, loving boyfriend Spencer, intimidation mention, kissing, unprotected sex, Spencer answers a phone call in the middle of sex (I didnât know how to word that so it works lmao.)
Word Count: 1.2K
Anon Request: I had a spicy idea where a creepy cop tries to get readers number for âwork purposesâ and instead she gives him Spencerâs number and the cop happens to call Spencer and reader while heâs in the middle of fucking reader or the reader is in the middle of giving him a blowjob and the cop sort of hears her in the background? I just thought youâd be the perfect person to write this đ
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Spencer had his number given out before due to a prank on Derekâs end that had so many people blowing up his phone. It was something he vowed that he would get the man back for and specifically state that it could never happen again.
The team was on a case in Manhattan, a standard killer who had an awakened blood lust was terrorizing the city. After six victims, the NYPD felt it was best to invite the BAU onto the case, which seemed to be too little too late due to the man going dormant.
Every lead was buried so deep that youâd need an excavator to dig them up, still the team persisted. You were currently on day three, staying back at the police precinct along with Dave to interview the families of the deceased, hoping to dig up any leads.
You had currently stepped out for a brief break, standing by the coffee machine as you were getting one of the disposable cups, filling it to the brim with a healthy mixture of coffee and sugar. âHey, Y/L/N, correct?â A voice came from behind you, making you turn to look over the person addressing you. Officer Laslow. âHi, yes. Thatâs me. How can I help you?â You asked, eyebrows raising.
You didnât like to judge people, however you had a very uneasy feeling around him. The way he was looking at you was a good enough reason to be uncomfortable, the man seeming to mentally undress you as he stared into your soul. âI was just wondering if your team had any leads? I mean, Iâm sure the families know something,â He spoke, making you sigh as your shoulders slumped. âNothing, unfortunately.â You spoke while sipping from the coffee cup in your hands.
âNothing? What a shame. I was actually wondering if you and I could exchange numbers? No funny business, Iâm just wanting to make sure we can stay in communication throughout this case. You know, share intel.â
He couldâve just asked Aaron for updates. However, in the moment of being uncomfortable and not knowing what to say, you were clearing your throat. âWell. Okay.. Just for intel though.â You murmured, slowly taking the device from his hands to put in Spencerâs number instead of your own. Youâd explain things to your boyfriend later. Until then, you were doing the next best option. Spencer could handle this. You were sure of it.
As another day passed and there was no leads, the team was retreating to the hotel for the night to try and get some rest, even if they were overly focused on trying to catch the murderer running around freely. âHoney, I have a question.â Spencer began as he was walking from the bathroom, a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a white t-shirt clinging to his lanky frame. âIâve just had a lot of texts today. The person is addressing you by name. Wanna talk about who you gave my number to?â He asked softly. He knew it had to be a big deal if you wouldnât give someone your number.
âSome creep on the NYPD team. You shouldâve seen the way he looked at me, Spencer. It made me so uncomfortable.â You shivered while looking over at your boyfriend. âIâm sorry that I gave him your number. I didnât know what else to do.â The feeling of his hand rubbing your shoulder caused your body to relax, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
âIâm not upset with you by any means. I just wanted to ask. He didnât try and touch you or force himself on you, right?â He asked, slowly letting his arm wrap around your shoulders as you shook your head. âNo. Nothing like that. He was just twice my size and intimidating. I mean, he couldâve hurt me if I rejected him.â In this job, Spencer saw cases like that far too much, so he believed it.
âCome here.â He spoke while slowly pressing a few kisses against your cheek. âItâll be okay. Iâll speak with Hotch about it tomorrow. Itâll get taken care of.â He smiled, the back of his knuckle gently caressing your cheek. âHow did I get so lucky to be with you?â You asked softly, offering a smile as you leaned against his touch. âIâm the lucky one.â He mused, now moving to press a sweet kiss against your lips.
However, the kiss was only cut short whenever he could hear the ringtone on his phone designated for texts. âThis guy is a real piece of work.â Your boyfriend muttered against your lips, opting to ignore the incessant sounds coming from his phone as he carried on your shared kiss. As the kids deepened, his hands were working to push your shirt over your head before his hands were working on your work pants. You hadnât changed just yet, so he felt like he was definitely helping you out in the grand scheme of things.
Once you were undressed to his liking, it wasnât long until your own hands were pushing at his clothes to bring him to the same level of unclothed as you were. âLay down.â Spencer breathed as he broke the kiss, watching you push yourself back in bed before he was crawling on top of you to attach your lips once more. You were both eager, a lot of stress from this case as well as your own yearning for pleasure making things go just a little faster than usual. He used one hand to bring one of your legs around his waist, which prompted you to mirror your actions with your other leg.
Pushing your panties to the side, your boyfriend wasted no time pushing his cock inside of your eager cunt, a low groan leaving his lips as the hand propping him up was gripping the sheets. âFuck. I love you.â He whispered, pressing a few sweet kisses to your lips. For once today, you felt like you could forget the officer from earlier, to enjoy the moment. Until Spencer was getting a call. âAre you kidding?â He huffed out of frustration, hips still thrusting at a slow pace as he was reaching over to take his cellphone from the bedside table.
âW-we should stop.â You breathed, knowing he had to take the call judging by the look on his face. âNo. No, just lay there and take it, pretty girl. Iâm gonna settle this once and for all.â He murmured. Before you could object, he was swiping to answer the call. âI donât appreciate being ignored.â The male on the other end of the phone huffed. Just hearing his slimy voice had Spencer cringing. Using his shoulder to hold the phone up to his ear, he let out a soft breath. His hips thrusted into you at a faster speed, your lip tucked between your teeth as you really did try to keep quiet.
âSheâs busy but I can take a message.â Spencer answered as if he wasnât jackhammering you into the mattress right now, whines and moans slipping from your lips as you couldnât hold them back anymore. âWho is this?â The officer asked, now his annoyance being clear as day. âSpencer!â You gasped out, answering his question without even being aware of it.
âYou heard her. Tell the nice man on the phone who has the pleasure of fucking you.â Spencer grunted, making you red in the face as you gripped his upper arms. âYou!â
âMy name, baby. Tell him who gets to take you home every night.â
âSpencer!â You panted, head tossed back as he was pounding into your sweet spot.
âNow. If youâll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. I hope you get the hint.â He murmured.
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hii!! iâm in love w your writing!!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ can i please request one where itâs azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,
â iâve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? â
â itâs my wedding ring â
and her jaw drops bc she didnât know he even had a lover.
â who is she? do i know her? what is she like? â
he smiles faintly and says
â her name is y/n, sheâs my mate and wife and she isnât a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you donât know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- â
â YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? â
he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader and their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks reader in the mating bond if itâs okay to bring her, nyx, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells feyre heâll pick them all up tonight before leaving to help his wife prepare. Reader meets feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.
â how did i not know this?? this makes so much sense now. How he never sleeps here and heâs gone for days sometimes but not on missions. â feyre asks rhysand.
âdonât worry i didnât know for a long time either, Az is a very private person, he is extremely protective of his family. iâm glad he told me at all. either way heâs still a mystery sometimes, i learn new things about him all the time and iâve known him for over 500 yearsâ rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đđĽšđ
Haven
Warnings - none
A/n - I played with this for a while, rewrote it several times, and then made something that met in the middle of what came to mind, but still stuck with the request. Hopefully, you love it, dear đ
Feyre had been in Velaris for 5 years. 5 long years and she had yet to figure out why Azriel kept a simple black band on his left ring finger at all times.
The two of them were on the couch, Rhys across from them, as they looked over maps of a few of the Illyrian Camps that had been recently renovated. The new cabins, mess halls, and dorms were a huge success, and figuring out the same layout for the remaining few was a huge topic of interest for the three smaller camps.
She glanced at the ring one more time before tapping it. Rhys and Azriel both looked at her, brows raised. "So, not magic," she muttered to herself. She tried spell cleaving it, "And not a ward or shield."
Azriel blinked at her, brows knit in silent question. Rhys had his hand over his mouth, hiding his amusement. Leave it to his wife to provide entertainment without knowing it was needed. "I-" she sighed. "You wear this ring all the time. I'm trying to figure out why."
Both of the males chuckled. "Probably the same reason you wear your wedding ring, Feyre Darling."
The High Lady made face, tapping the ring again. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhys. I would know if Azriel was married."
"Evidently not, my love."
Feyre and Azriel held eye contact, the male then going back to the maps. "Since I have extensive time in Steppes Peak, I think it would be easiest to move the mess hall here, at the base of the mountain, maintain the warroom in the carved out cave, and build better dorms here," he pointed to an empty part of the map.
Rhys nodded, drawing it out on the empty map he had. "I'm sure y/n will agree with whatever you say."
"Okay, stop." Feyre crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the two of them. "Azriel isn't married, and making up some name to make me feel stupid isn't kind."
Azriel sighed. He leaned back while dropping the scent ward he kept on himself at all times. He watched as her face fell. He knew his scent, chilled air and cedar, was the predominant one in the mateship, but now a soft floral scent, something like lavender and warm honey clung there softly.
"I've been married for longer than you have been alive, Fey." Azriel patted her hand. "I have a daughter older than you and another younger than Nyx."
He watched as her face fell, a small amount of hurt flashing across it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She paused, looking at the sleeping heir in his craddle. "We could be having play dates. I could have a friend who understands."
Guilt settled into his face as he pulled her into him. "I torture people for living, sweet sister. I execute people on your orders. I imprison people with a flick of your wrist." He tilted Feyre's head up. "Y/n has no combat training and refused to learn. She likes to sit at home writing poetry, baking, and cuddling our children. I do not bring her around or introduce them to anyone to keep them safe." His face held the ghost of a rare smile. "I think I've brought her to meet Rhys and Cassian once."
Rhys nodded. "I've met her once here and several times behind your back in town. Especially after my first niece was born."
Feyre kept her gaze on Nyx. "He could have a friend," her voice was distant.
Azriel stood, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. "I'll be right back." Rhysand's smile grew wide. Folding the maps and putting them away. He moved to the liquor cabinet, bringing down one of his more expensive wines.
Azriel reappeared with you and both daughters in tow. Your oldest ran to Rhys, jumping on him and holding him tightly, her wings fluttering with joy as she did. "Hello, Amara," he nuzzled into her hair. "Missed you so much, baby girl. Cassian is on his way."
He walked with her in his arms to the table, setting the wine down and then carried her over to Feyre. "Would you like to meet your aunt?" She allowed Rhys to set her down and turned toward Feyre.
There was little question she was Azriel's. She was the beautiful artists dreamed of painting. Soft classic features framed with inky black hair that fell in gorgeous curls. "Feyre, this is our niece Amara. She's 56. She was my favorite suprise when I got home from the mountain."
She smiled shyly, keeping close to Rhysand. "Hi."
"Hi," Feyre didn't know what came over her, pulling the Illyrian female close to her and holding her. "I'm so excited to meet you."
Amara wrapped her arms around Feyre, returning the gesture. "Me too. Mom and I have been BEGGING dad for a while. But you know how the bats are."
The door slammed open, rushed loud footsteps and a panting filling the hall. "Where's my baby?!"
Amara pulled away from Feyre, smiling softly before moving away from all of them. She was rushed by Cassian, lifted up into his arms as he spun her.
Feyre looked to her side, noticing Azriel next to her, holding a swaddled bundle. "This is Iris. She's a month younger than Nyx." Azriel wouldn't look away from his daughter and her peaceful sleeping face. "I fear the day she loses her chipmunk cheeks."
Feyre looked around the room, trying to find the reason this was happening and felt her heart shift when she saw you, arm wrapped around Rhysand's bicep, looking at Nyx.
You were wingless, long dark hair braided back. Soft leggings and a sweater that was a few sizes too big covering your frame. Cassian had moved next to you, bumping you with his arm and smiling down at you. "He's so beautiful," your voice was a melody, a soft echo that brought calm to the room. "And so sweet. Look at those rosy cheeks."
Rhysand pulled you away, moving you back to Feyre. He handed you to Azriel, arms out expectedly. "Don't make me command it."
The shadowsinger placed his youngest in Rhysand's arms, hands shaking despite the trust between them, "Be careful with her. Please." Rhys nodded, moving over to Cassian. "Feyre, this is y/n, my wife and mat-"
Feyre didn't allow him to finish, hugging you instantly, tears lining her eyes as she did. "Please tell me we can be friends and cry about our babies together."
"I didn't realize that would even be a question. Of course we will be friends, and of course we will cry about all of the things. Our mates don't get it. Cassian, though, Cassian will join us."
The warlord stuck one finger in your direction. "Let me love them in peace, y/n."
You leaned into Feyre, "Has he cried while holding Nyx yet?"
She nodded. "Oh yeah. Big illyrian baby."
"The worst, aren't they? Rhysand, did you want me to make dinner?"
The High lord looked at Azriel, a small look of guilt on his face, "Please."
You squeezed Feyre's arm, kissing Azriel as you moved towards the kitchen. "You know where to find me if she needs me." He nodded.
Azriel moved to Cassian, watching like a hawk as the general snuggled the small babe in his arms. Amara was sitting by Nyx a look of love and adoration on her face as she sighed.
"She's perfect for Azriel in every way," Rhys stroked Feyre's hand. "I was nervous at first too when he brought her home. I was even more nervous when his fears manifested in the form of being deeply private with her. But she is perfect for him."
Feyre nodded, watching as Azriel glared as Cassian due to the loud squeak his baby had just let out.
"His girls are beautiful." Rhys hummed in agreement. "Y/n is beautiful."
Feyre moved to Amara's side, sitting next to her and smiling as her niece started asking questions.
She didn't realize it until now, but this was the missing piece. The part of the puzzle that had sat empty despite every thing around it being done. You and your girls were that lost center.
Now she just had to convince Azriel to keep bringing you around.
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simon riley x reader
summary: you colour simonâs tattoos during a briefing.
tags: secret relationship, soap being soap, ghost and soapâs bromance bc they need more content together, tattoos, me going feral over simonâs tattoo bc slfnndkdhsbrkci, rudy is readerâs bestie, alejandro is grumpy, heâs just not a morning person, gaz is just there
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simonâs sat down, eyes scanning over the room. price was waiting for everyone to get in the briefing room and settle, reading over his notes which gave simon a brief time to settle in. sitting in crowded rooms always made him anxious, even though he knew everyone in the room, it was still nerve-racking. you take a seat next to him, giving him a wide and friendly smile as soap takes the seat on his left. rudy, being close to you, sits on your other side and simon gives him a short nod. the two werenât close, rudy always got uncomfortable around simon, but you two were best friends so simon tried coming off more friendly. the spanish man smiles awkwardly, looking at his lap as he fiddles with his pen. you snatch up the highlighters in the middle of the table, as per usual, and start doodling slightly on your notes.
soon enough, price starts the briefing, yet simonâs watching you. youâre drawing a little frog, colouring it in with the highlighter, then you glance up at johnny and add on a little mohawk. simon smiles at the sight of the soapfrog drawing. you carefully peel the sticky note from the pad, pushing it over to soap who accepts it and smiles a little, trying not to laugh. on the note below it, you start doodling a little stereotypical sheet covered ghost. simon rolls his eyes, looking back up at price, who sounds tired considering itâs 6 am. the feeling of a pen on his forearm makes simon jump a little, and he looks down. youâre colouring his tattoo with expert precision. the flames decorating his tanned skin are now highlighted orange, and simon moves his arm a little over to allow you more room. you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat. he sits completely still, as if he moved anymore than breathing would disrupt your work. you shuffle a little next to him, nudging your chair closer so you had more room to colour him in. eventually, you tap his wrist and he flips his hand over, pretending to roll his eyes as you start on the other side of his hand. the feeling of the cool tip of the highlighters was rather calming to him, albeit the smell was making him a little dizzy.
the briefing is taking forever due to some technical difficulties and everyoneâs getting restless. price had stepped out to get someone more suited with tech, and you had moved on from highlighting simonâs tattoos to doodling upon the back of his hand. johnny notices, smiling a little. âcan i have a go, l.t?â he asks teasingly, making alejandro and rudy glance up from their phones, gaz had his head down on the table and you all assumed he was asleep. âno.â simon deadpans, and you snort a little. âaw, but l.t-â johnny is cut off by a glare, and he raises his hands in fake surrender. âdraw on these, johnny.â you say, pushing your sticky notes over. johnny nods, drawing a poor image of you, rudy, simon and alejandro as stick figures. simon glances down at his hand, youâd drawn a tiny version of him, it was cutesy and he adored it. (he silently makes a note to take a picture of it later in private so it wasnât lost forever). you had also drawn a cat wearing his mask as well as a little bar of soap next to the cat. âyou have a notepad, y/n.â alejandro tells you, and you nod. âi know.â you reply, voice rather innocent considering alejandro was speaking to you as if you were a child drawing on the walls.
âghost isnât a notepad.â alejandro scolds, and you shrug. âhe doesnât mind, do you simon?â you smile at him, and he shakes his head. âlook at his forearm.â you grin, holding his hand up so everyone in the room could see. âjesus christâŚâ rudy mutters, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looks at alejandroâs unimpressed expression. the older man sighs, running a hand over his face. âlook.â soap says, showing his tiny drawing of the crew. âaw thatâs so cute.â you laugh, and johnny grins. âis that meant to be me?â alejandro asks, accepting the drawing from the sergeant. he shows rudy who laughs fully. âyouâre built like a square, coronel.â rudy teases, pointing to the little angry face on the drawing. âi can see that, pendejo.â alejandro gently whacks rudy with the notepad, and he laughs more. youâre laughing as well, and simon presses his knee into your leg. you look at him and smile, hand slipping under the desk to rest upon his thigh. your fingers run soft circles over his pant leg, massaging the muscle. simon practically relaxes right there, leaning into you a little more. it wasnât that obvious, so you nudge him back playfully. âhow do you have so much energy in the morning.â
âme and rudy have been up all night, weâre both piped up on 12 energy drinks- each.â you reply, smiling brightly. âjesus christ⌠get some sleep tonight, yeah?â simon tells you, his hand squeezing yours. âi canât when youâre not there.â you respond, frowning. simon feels his heart squeeze. âiâll see what i can do.â he mutters, the room falling silent as price steps back in. âright, shall we carry on?â the captain asks, and everyone mutters in agreement. gaz raises his head groggily, letting out a soft âwhaâ..?â price rolls his eyes, continuing with the briefing. simon sits silently, hand encasing yours. occasionally, he glances down at the doodles on his skin. he was truly in love with you and all the weird little antics you had harboured over the years. no matter what, the two of you would always belong to each other, and you could always draw upon his arms.
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Happy trail obsessed reader waking up early to make leon breakfast only to have him come downstairs in the middle of it shirtless and happy trail of display? PLEASE I NEED IT đđđđđťđťđťđđ (i would prefer if it was fluff but smut is just as good đ)
GAZE.
content. 0.3k words. js fluff ând some domesticity, mentions of sex. i'm sorry if it's too short.
note. grrr. i love his lil happy trail sm. ty for feeding the delusions <3
masterlist. requests & feedback are welcomed!
You hadnât meant to wake him up. Leon was a light sleeper, so when he heard the commotion you were causing downstairs, he couldnât help but stir awake. He was grouchy, not because you had woken him up, but because you werenât next to him when he did rouse awake.
A creek in the floorboard alerts you heâs nearing your position in the kitchen. You felt guilty for waking him up, but who puts the utensils so high up on the shelves? Leon, because he thinks itâs cute when you ask him to get them down. It isnât so cute when theyâre falling onto the floor.
âMorninâ, baby. Why are you up so early?â he asks, his voice gruff as he calls you out.
âCanât I treat you, sweetheart?â you reply. Youâre always treating him, he supposes. Usually, youâre both in bed together, spending the morning away before performing daily responsibilities. He doesnât know why todayâs different, but Leon canât complain. He does love getting spoiled by you.
You observe as he walks into the dining area, shirtless (youâre wearing said shirt) and stretching his tired muscles. You admire the veins that trail down into his shorts and the fading pink bruises that follow them. Most importantly, you marvel at the dark curls that lead down his abdomen from his belly button into his shorts, which were very low on his hips.
You donât know why it makes you so hot and bothered. It drives you insane, and Leon isnât even doing anything sensual. Heâs drinking orange juice for crying out loud.
Leon also doesnât understand why youâre obsessed with his happy trail. But he does love the look you give him. He loves it when you stop what youâre doing just to gaze at him as if he hung the stars just for you.
âYouâre not treating me to burnt eggs, right?â
âShut up, Leon.â
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Nct Dream Reaction: Getting caught making out
requested: yes <3
warnings: public make-out, alcohol, steamy shower kiss, and mentions of length and moaning (I think that's all)
[dreamie masterlist]
a/n: this is a collab with the lovely @rockstarhaechan <33 (they did all the indented writings and i did the bulleted) make sure to give them lots of love âźď¸âźď¸đ
permanent taglist: @vvsmydiamonds127 @haechansbbg
mark:Â
marks arms were wrapped around you, pushing you against the wall.
âmark what if someone comes in?â you mumbled in between the kiss, hands tangled up in his hair.
he suddenly looked at you, stroking your hair out of your face tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.
âbaby no one is gonna come in, donât you trust me?â he blurred out before pulling you back into a kiss, tongues playing with each other, while his hand found the way to your waistband of your skirt.
you could swear that you heard a knock on the door, but quickly turned your attention back to mark.
right as his hand slipped under your skirt someone opened the door and stepped in.
âwhat the fuck are you guys doing hereâ you looked at a mad chenle whoâs arms are crossed in front of him, standing right next to the two of you.
helplessly staring down at the floor, feet shifting every now and then until mark finally spoke up.
âsee itâs not what it looks like chenleâ he scratched his neck, practically staring into chenleâs soul.
âi caught you two making out, bro what about âwe are just friendsâ â he quoted while looking at you and mark.
being clearly embarrassed by what just happened but returning back to you signaling you to leave.
âweâre gonna talk about this laterâ mark just told you before you left the room leaving him alone with chenle.
renjun:Â
sitting in the corner of your favorite cafĂŠ, renjun beside you.
you two decided to grab some cake and coffee as celebration for you getting accepted into your new job.
ârenjun should we wait for the others to arrive before ordering or are you going to order for them?â you asked him before turning your attention back to the waiter who was patiently waiting for your order.
âiâll have an iced americano and a tangerine cake pleaseâ you told the waiter your order, and zoomed out when renjun told his drinks and snacks to the waiter.
âbaby are you listening?â he grabbed your wrist gently, carefully pulling you on his lap.
no one was able to see the two of you cause youâve been sitting in the very back of the cafĂŠ.
ârenjun what are you doingâ you let out a little laugh but before he even answered your question you suddenly felt his lips on yours.
his hands, traveling up your spine, yours resting on his chest.
your make out session was about five minutes long until someone behind you started talking.
âwhy in the middle of a cafĂŠ, canât you guys get a room?â jeno asked the two of you.
âoh fuckâ you mumbled, quickly sitting back on the bench, tugging your hair behind your ear acting clueless.
âwell we ordered for you guysâ you blurred out trying to cool down the situation.
âshouldâve ordered a room for you guysâ you heard jeno say quietly.
haechan:Â
haechan invited you to one of his house parties with the rest of nct dream.
whenever he is at their dorm they usually throw a little party together while casually drinking a little bit.
after a while you started to get a little tipsy and everyone decided to play truth or dare.
haechan was the first one to spin the bottle and just to your surprise it landed on you.
âdoll, truth or dare?â he questioned before you decided to go with truth.
âokay, is it true that you have a crush on me?â not knowing what to say you started to look around for help, but noticed that no one of the boys was going to help you so youâre stuck with this one.
âhm maybe, why donât you find it out?â trying to sound confident about your answer but indirectly asking yourself if it was confident enough for them not to notice your huge ass crush on haechan.
youâre by now pretty wasted, itâs been an additional hour and youâre currently in the middle of the kitchen, looking for something normal to drink.
âwhere do these boys have their sodaâ you slurred out while looking into the different cabinets.
âwhatcha lookinâ forâ haechan hummed while grabbing your waist from the back, making you groan a little.
his hands slowly started to grip your waist tighter as you continued to look for a soda.
âbabeâ he called out, making you turn around.
âwhat did you just call me haechan?â looking into his eyes as you tried to get out of his grip.
not because he made you uncomfortable or anything else but because you didnât know if you could resist him.
haechan noticed that you wanted to get away, so he pulled you even closer.
âi know you have a crush on me, why are you trying to run away now?â not being able to get a word out until you finally wanted to talk.
âi-i donât-â stuttering and stumbling over your own words when haechan cut you off by kissing you passionately.
picking you up without hesitation and placing you down on the kitchen counter before he started to kiss you again.
softly moaning into the kiss until you heard someone clearing their throat at the kitchen door.
haechan immediately broke the kiss and looked at the door, an impatient expression seen on mark and jisungâs face.
âwe thought we should check up on you two since youâve been missing for quite some time now, but guess you had something important to discussâ jisung said grossed out before turning around and dragging mark with him.
âcan we continue now?â was the only thing haechan said before kissing you again and turning it into a heated make out session.
Jeno:
protective boii
He knows that he would never be able to get you alone with a dorm full of men. Especially not in his bedroom.
The only place they didn't bother him in was the shower
it took a little bit of convincing but his hands on your body washing all the body soap off you was definitely worth it
"wait I think I missed a spot" His hand came up to your face and rubbed his thumb against your lips
"I knew this wasn't just an innocent shower" you giggled, already closing your eyes waiting for him to kiss you
when he did you stumbled a little bit, resulting in jeno putting his arms around you and holding you against him
you felt his hardening length pressed on your body as his gaze traveled down your figure, taking in every curve. You felt shivers as you met his intense gaze
He leaned in again, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss
His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you.
You responded eagerly, running your fingers through his wet hair. The water from the shower cascaded around you
Right as your hands were making its way down his body, following the drops of water, a loud scream startled you both
Jeno quickly hid your body with his own while looking back to see who ruined the moment
Chenle stood there eyes widened In horror
âGet out before I gouge your eyeballs out!â
Chenle ran out of the bathroom screaming about how he just needed to brush his teeth
âYou scared him!â
âHE SAW YOU NAKED!!â
Jaemin:
This boy would not care at all! Instead, he would put on a show,,
âCome here princessâ he called out with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah, no kissing tonight! The guys are here"
Jaemin did not get why you cared.
Pulling you onto his lap and letting his hand rest on your check "Baby, everyone knows not to disturb us"
You couldn't help but smile at his charm, giving in to his playful demands.
Jaemin saw your body relax and started pressing small kisses to your neck
As Jaemin's lips brushed against your neck, a shiver traveled down your spine. His touch was always electrifying.
You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to submit to the sensation, forgetting about everything else at that moment.
You could still hear the sound of laughter and chatter from the living room but you didn't care anymore, pulling his face away from your neck to finally meet his lips.
As you tangled your fingers in his hair, a soft moan escaped from his lips
"Let's take this off" He groaned, breaking the kiss to pull off your shirt
Not wasting any time he hungrily reconnected your lips. His hands explore every inch of your exposed skin.
You were so focused on Jaemin that you didn't even hear the door open
Jaemin's movements were swift and precise, his arms wrapping around your waist as he flipped you over with ease. He positioned himself on top of you, his body covering yours possessively.
"Don't just stand there! leave or join," his voice laced with arrogance and a bit of humor
Jaemin didn't bother to look up at whoever had entered the room. Instead, his eyes remained fixated on yours, filled with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through your veins.
Chenle:
He says it's your fault it happened because you looked too damn good!
He's been very busy, so he invited everyone to hang out...playing basketball
You protested at first but came around to the idea after he gave you his puppy dog eyes...how are you supposed to say no to them!!
You made sure to sneakily take one of his jerseys from his closet.
Showing up earlier than the guys just to get Chenle's reaction
"You ready to lose?"
Before he could say a sassy remark he turned to face you, mouth opening in shock
"You okay?" you laughed walking closer to him "You know exactly what you're doing" He smirked wrapping his arms around you.
"Even picked the one with my name" he whispered into your ear.
"You're my favorite"
"Good" He finally closed the distance between you two by pulling you from your hips and pressing his lips against yours
You pulled away before he could deepened the kiss, "We can't, the guys are going to be here soon"
"We got here early" he whined, looking at your lips before kissing you again. But this time he was in a rush, sliding his tongue into your mouth and letting his hands dig into your waist
The door to the court swung open, and the sound of laughter and chatter filled the room. You both jumped apart, trying to compose yourselves as the guys filed into the basketball court one by one.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Jaemin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He nudged Chenle playfully. "Did you guys start without us?"
Chenle cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with his friends. "Nah, we were just...practicing our moves."
Donghyuck raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly. "Sure, sure. Practice makes perfect, I guess."
Jisung:
This poor, poor baby⌠He doesn't even give you public affection, he might literally wither away if caught.
"The guys said they were going out," Jisung smirked, his fingers lacing through yours as he pulled you closer to him.
"How did you get out of this one?" You asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.
"Said I had more important things to do," Jisung replied, his arm wrapping around your waist.
"So I'm more important?" You couldn't help but tease him
Jisung smirked âLet me show you just how important you areâ
Jisung closed the distance between you two, trapping you against the wall
The cool surface pressed against your back grounded you in the intensity of the moment. As his hands found their way to cradle your face, deepening the kiss
Your fingers tangled into his hair, eliciting a small moan from him. Taking advantage of his parted lips, you eagerly explored his mouth with your tongue
Not wanting to give up dominance, Jisung's hands roamed over your body, sending shivers down your spine as he stopped at your butt and gave it a playful squeeze
Lost in the moment, neither of you heard the door opening until a gasp filled the room.
Both of you tensed up and widened your eyes in realization...
"MY EYES!" Jaemin screamed in shock
Instead of pushing you away and hiding, Jisung hid his face into your neck and giggled
âI thought they would be goneâ
Nct dream taglist: @loveforred @rmslover
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The concept of Eddie being a serial killer but being sweet to us just makes me imagine serial killer Eddie and a princess reader đ sheâs so innocent but is married to a literal killer.
Hiii babes!!! Oh my gawwwddd staahhppp!!! This concept is *chefs kiss* because itâs just the irony of you being all sweet, innocent and probably a little too nice/trusting while being married to a serial killer who you have cutting the crust off your sandwiches and leaving you love notes on the coffee maker before he rushes off to âworkâđŤ Just let me indulge myself for a moment okay?
Masterlist: here
TW: Eddie is a serial killer
âHoney where is the pot that I make soup in?â Eddie holds his finger up making the man tied to a chair in his own basement stop squirming for a moment. âI want to make soup for dinner is that okay?â Eddie quickly puts his phone on the work bench next to his duffel bag so he can put you on speaker, placing you on mute as he looks into the eyes of the man with a busted lip.
âMake a sound and Iâll make this the longest most painful night of your life understand?â The harshness of Eddieâs voice instantly makes the man just nod his head making Eddie smile as he unmutes you. âSoup sounds amazing Princess, the pot is on the bottom shelf in the cabinet to the left of the stove.â Eddie begins rolling up his sleeves as he hears you rustling around in the kitchen, a loud banging noise making him raise an eyebrow at the phone. âYou okay baby?â He hears you let out a sigh letting him know the answer.
âI canât find it.â Eddieâs eyes flicker from his phone to the man tied to the chair. âI really want soup.â He knows by the way he hears a small sniffle come from the phone that youâre about ten seconds away from having a breakdown in the middle of the kitchen.
âListen to me baby,â he glances at his watch and then back at the man in the chair. âGive me ten minutes and Iâll be on my way home and Iâll make you some soup how does that sound?â He knows youâre contemplating the idea and he canât help but smile as he pictures you sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor letting out a huff because you wanted to make the soup for him, heâs always thought you were so adorable when you were slightly frustrated.
âFine but can I help?â Eddie quickly grabs the gloves out of his duffle and begins to put one of them on as he hears the sound of you plopping down onto the couch.
âIâll never say no to your help sweetheart.â He watches the man carefully as he pulls out the next few items from his duffle, his eyes glaring into the manâs reminding him to stay silent. âNow Iâve got to go okay? I love you and Iâll see you soon.â You tell him you love him too before both of you hang up. âItâs your lucky day,â The manâs face goes white as he tries to wiggle out of the ropes that are tied around his ankles. âThis is going to be quick butâŚprobably not painless.â đđ
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FWB -
[ot7 x reader]
NAMJOON -
namjoon: u like sunflowers?
y/n: you need to stop giving me flowers after we fuck
namjoon: why?
y/n: people donât do that?
namjoon: i do?
y/n: and i have way too many flowers in my house rn
we like fuck a lotâŚ.
namjoon: but i like getting you flowers
y/n: i know
namjoon: do you not like flowers?
y/n: i do
namjoon: so i should get these sunflowers rn is what ur telling me
y/n: you do not need to get me anything
we fuck cuz i think ur hot and ur convenient
NOT because you get me flowers
namjoon: oh
y/n: oh?
namjoon: ok
y/n: donât tell me i hurt your feelings
namjoon: you didnât hurt my feelings
y/n: are you lying to me?
namjoon: a little bit
y/n: namjoonâŚ.
namjoon: iâm sorryâŚ.
y/n: this is not very no strings attached of you
namjoon: baby :(
y/n: YOU made that rule might i add
namjoon: i take it back
y/n: you canât take it back
namjoon: i just did
y/n: ur just horny
namjoon: am not
i just like you
a lot actually
i like you a lot
canât help but buy you flowers
y/n: joon
namjoon: yes baby
y/n: /&/&&&;&;&;
you make me sick
i REFUSE to blush and giggle rn
you do this all the time
u nasty little freak
act like youâre deeply in love with me or something
and then just ghost me for 100 years
and come back when u wanna fuck again
namjoon: not true at all
i ignored you for 2 days
ONE time
y/n: so you ignored me on purpose???
namjoon: you know i would never
was super busy i promise baby :(
y/n: i can feel ur horniness through the screen
namjoon: can you feel all the love i have for you as well??
y/n: see you ARE horny
namjoon: out of love and appreciation
y/n: whatever
namjoon: iâm standing in the middle of this florist looking like and idiot
come on baby
sunflowers yes or no?
y/n: no namjoon
and anways jin is at mine rn
so ur gonna have to wait until he leaves
and thatâs IF he leaves
namjoon: thatâs ok jinâs a very busy man these days ofc heâll leave
i can wait
y/n: jin is not a busy man at all
you and i both know that đ
heâs literally been crying in gc about how bored heâs been at home
namjoon: he has?
y/n: yeah literally yesterday
and the day before that
namjoon: maybe i didnât see that
y/n: you need to read the gc more silly!
namjoon: ur right baby i do
y/n: ofc iâm right
namjoon: of course :)
y/n: âŚ..
are u frâŚâŚ
this is not fair
why is he leaving?????????????
namjoon
âŚ
this was supposed be our catch up timeâšď¸
what did you say to him????
and WHY is he listening to you
namjoon: didnât say anything
told you heâs a busy man baby
y/n: shut the fuck up
namjoon: not nice :(
y/n: idc actually!
namjoon: you do
y/n: bring me tulips you slut
JIMIN -
jimin: you need to buy more bread
y/n: ???
jimin: you have no bread
buy some more
y/n: are you in my house rn????
jimin: come home the kids miss you
y/n: motherfucker
jimin: iâm more of a you fucker!
y/n: shut up
jimin: shut me up
y/n: leave my house
jimin: are you on ur way home?
y/n: how did you even get in??
that is highkey very scary jimin!
jimin: do you not want me or something
y/n: hey i never said that did i?
jimin: well ur acting like you donât want me :/
guess iâll just leave then
sighs looks out windowâŚ.
y/n: aw what a shame guess iâll have to eat this bread i just picked up by myselfâŚ.
jimin: hey i like breadâŚ.
y/n: no way me tooâŚ
jimin: you can make toast with breadâŚ
y/n: thatâs true and i make really good toastâŚ.
jimin: you doâŚ.
y/n: so like do you want to have toast with meâŚ.
jimin: wow look at you practically on ur knees BEGGING for me đ
y/n: whatever
youâll be the one on ur knees soon anyways
jimin: is that a threat???
y/n: itâs a promise mr park!
jimin: just say you want my hand in marriage at this point
y/n: lol!!!!!!
jimin: i know you do
deep down
y/n: keep telling urself that!
jimin: she wants you jimin đ
y/n: fucking freak
jimin: she REALLY wants you
TAEHYUNG -
y/n: you told yoongi we were dating?
taehyung: canât hear you rn babe
iâm literally drilling holes in the wall
itâs real noisy
y/n: we fuck each other that is it tae i told you thisâŚ.
taehyung: đđđđđ you want me đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđyou need me đđđđđđđđđđ đđyou are my girlfriend đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
y/n: stop it
taehyung: you are in love with me
y/n: i am not
taehyung: sorry canât hear you iâm drilling baby
i told you this already
y/n: drilling does effect your reading ability
taehyung: oh my god the wall dust has gotten into my eyes i canât see omg someone help me ohhhshuszu
y/n: ur not funny
taehyung: can i come over later đĽş
y/n: can you stop telling people we are an actual couple
taehyung: i love you
y/n: iâm going to drop you
taehyung: in bed?
y/n: should of rejected ur stupid offer when you asked
fwb my ass
taehyung: we have that type of love that it gets just gets so overwhelming in the best way
donât you agree?
y/n: shut the fuck up
taehyung: you know i like it when you take control
y/n: iâm gonna stop speaking to you taehyung
taehyung: đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđbaby plzđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
i canât even breathe without you đĽş
y/n: i mean it tae
taehyung: ok but let me sing for u rq
y/n: no
taehyung: you should let me love youuu
let me be the one tooooo
give you everything you want and neeeeddd
y/n: shut the fuck up
taehyung: i forgot the lyrics hold on
y/n: i am not holding on
taehyung: wait thatâs so jack and rose core
iâll never let go jack đĽş
and then she lets go of him
or does he let go??
idk i forgot
y/n: wish you were jack
taehyung: you into white men???
iâll be a white man for you
y/n: absolutely not
taehyung: iâll make you mayo sandwich
think thatâs a white person delicacy
y/n: ur getting blocked now
taehyung: ok but we still fucking later???????
y/n: âŚ..
taehyung: ???
y/n: ur so fucking annoying
taehyung: >3<
y/n: 5
donât be late
taehyung: đŤĄ
JUNGKOOK -
jungkook: the weather is so nice rn
y/n: do you want to fuck?
jungkook: please đ
y/n: just say that next time idiot
jungkook: iâm sorry
just wanted to be a gentleman
donât want to act like just using you for sex or something
y/n: you literally are???
jungkook: not true!!!!!!
y/n: đ¤¨
jungkook: iâm very upset that you think that
ur worth more to me than just sex âšď¸
y/n: since when??
jungkook: since our first date i think
y/n: our first date????
you mean the time you took me to buy a plan b??
jungkook: no the time we had ice creamâŚ
y/n: AFTER you took me to buy a plan b
jungkook: âšď¸
y/n: donât frown at me kookie
jungkook: donât u like me?
y/n: ofc i like you
iâm fucking you am i not?
jungkook: yeah but
y/n: but?
jungkook: âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸
y/n: donât you understand the concept of friends with benefits?
jungkook: i do âšď¸
y/n: so why are you frowning at me?
jungkook: i just thought the benefits would be you falling deeply in love with me and holding my hand sometimes idkâŚ.
y/n: kook
jungkook: iâm sorry
y/n: đ
jungkook: but likeâŚ
have you???
fallen in love with me i mean
i mean itâs cool if you havenât
well not cool
but like cool for you
not really cool for me
but iâll like cope lol
y/n: sighs
jungkook: changing the subject sorry iâll cry
but anyways i know i said i wanted to be a gentleman and not act like i just use you for sex or whatever
but i do really need you rn lol
i can come over now right?
cuz iâm on my way lol no joke
i hope thatâs ok with you
cuz itâs ok with me
ofc itâs ok with me why did i say that
sorry
but if itâs not ok with you thatâs fine
well not fine for me lol
cuz iâm like painfully hard rn
thatâs kinda gross
sorry i donât know why i said that
but itâs ok i can always like
um
fuck some else
?
if ur busy or just not in the mood
i get it
donât worry
y/n: omg you fuck other people?
wow iâm impressed!!!
you go superstar jk!
jungkook: I DONâT I DONâT OH MY GOD I DO NOT
idk why i said that lol
sorry for shouting
um yeah
i donât
y/n: oh
jungkook: do you??
not that it matters or anything just wondering
y/n: well
jungkook: actually i donât want to know lol
sorry for cutting you off btw
i didnât mean it
well i did but like not in a i donât care what you have to say type of way but in a if you say what i think ur gonna say iâll throw up and cry and jump off a building
lol
that was a joke lol
LMAOOOO
ha
i wonât do those things actually haha đ
i am a tough guy
i can handle if you were seeing other people
i can still come over btw right???
y/n: you talk a lot of shit
jungkook: sorry
iâm sorry
i get that
y/n: i like you jungkook
jungkook: yOU DO???
*you do?
sorry caps
oh wow
thanks ha
lol
i like you too
a lot
y/n: i want you
jungkook: OH
ok OK YEAH
thatâs cool lol
in what context tho haha
like you want me as in you want me to be ur bf?
you want me to fuck?
you want me to die????
you want me
and this means itâs ok to come over right?
y/n
hello??
you have an incoming call from kook âĄ
YOONGI -
yoongi: you free? :3
y/n: i am
yoongi: :3
y/n: idk what that means
yoongi: yes you do
y/n: i donât
yoongi: stop lying
y/n: never lied in my life
yoongi: ur lying rn
y/n: donât think so
yoongi: shut up
y/n: thatâs mean
yoongi: iâm coming over
y/n: for?
yoongi: y/n
y/n: yoongi
yoongi: stop it
y/n: stop what
yoongi: iâm not saying it
y/n: saying what
yoongi: âŚ
y/n: what u coming over for yoongi :3
yoongi: no
y/n: no?
yoongi: changed my mind
not coming over
y/n: ok
yoongi: ok?
y/n: ok yoongi
yoongi: so u fucking other people now
y/n: woah?????
where did that come from
yoongi: ur fine with me not coming over..
you must be fucking someone else
y/n: jealous much
yoongi: SO YOU ARE?????????????
y/n: donât shout at me
yoongi: i didnât shout
y/n: you definitely did!
yoongi: i donât even care fuck who you want
y/n: ok
yoongi: ok??????????
y/n: yoongi
yoongi: no
y/n: are you mad at me rn?
yoongi: no lol
y/n: wtf did i do to you what the hell
yoongi: who is it
y/n: ????
yoongi: give me a letter
y/n: a letter?
n??
yoongi: NAMJOON???????
yeah just go ahead and block me now
fucking namjoon
ur telling me namjoon better than me
LMAOOOO
y/n: tf are you talking about
yoongi: you and namjoon
y/n: me and namjoon??
yoongi: oh
so ur not..
y/n: iâm not following
yoongi: me or namjoon?
y/n: what
yoongi: you following me or namjoon
y/n: on insta??
twitter???
tf are you taking about
work with me here yoongi
yoongi: iâm drunk
y/n: that makes sense
yoongi: i lied
y/n: i donât believe you
yoongi: iâm outside
y/n: my house???????
yoongi: no the fucking world trade centre
y/n: the what
yoongi: open ur fucking door
i need to kiss you
SEOKJIN -
jin: IF YOU TOUCH JUNGKOOK ONE MORE TIME IM GONNA THROW UP EVERYWHERE AND RUIN THIS PARTY FOR EVERYONE
y/n: i think heâs so cute tho :c
jin: CUTE?????
he thinks 4x4 is 7 and i heard he never showers
but you see me i know that 4x4 is 24 and i shower regularly
y/n: 4x4 is 16 you idiot
jin: go away
y/n: you look like a loser in the corner by yourself
where ur hoes at seokjin?
jin: my one and only hoe throwing herself all over one of my best friends rn
y/n: no way?
jin: yes way :/
y/n: does she look good doing it tho?
jin: so good actually
i might faint
y/n: why donât you go talk to her
jin: like i said sheâs trying to fuck my best friend rn
y/n: ur no fun
jin: ur a cheater
y/n: iâm single actually
cheating is not a possible thing for me to do rn
jin: ur supposed to be my fwb not jungkooks
y/n: we are not exclusive jin u know this
and anyways sharing is caring!
jin: convinced youâve lost your mind
y/n: ur wasting my time rn
kookies getting upset iâm not paying attention to him
jin: kookie????
donât play iâll throw up rn
watch me
sticking my fingers down my throat as we speak
y/n: no ur not
i can see you yk?
jin: so NOW youâre paying attention to me
y/n: i always have been
how else would i know youâve been standing in that corner for and hour like the little creep you are
jin: ok it hasnât been an hour
y/n: ur right
+30 minutes
jin: yeah whatever
you wanna leave rn??
y/n: only if i can bring kookie with
jin: no
y/n: but look at him
jin: heâs pretty ugly
y/n: đĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽş
jin: i am not sharing you with anybody
y/n: thatâs not ur decision actually
jin: it should be đ
y/n: you asking me out rn mr kim �
jin: no
well
unlessâŚ..
y/n: me you kookie
one night i promise
jin: đ
y/n: listen
jin: listening
y/n: one way or another iâm fucking jungkook tn
ur lucky iâm inviting you
jin: SIGHSSS
you ARE a cheater
iâll let you fuck jk if you go on a date with me
y/n: can you not read??
was gonna fuck him anyways
jin: ok but IâLL join if you go on a date with me
y/n: you were joining regardless
jin: not true!
y/n: very true!
jin: âŚ.
if you knew that why were you begging me?
y/n: had to make you feel special somehow
jin: you say that like iâm not?
y/n: you are
jin: i know
y/n: iâm glad
jin: ur so hot
y/n: thank u kookie just told me that đ
jin: he doesnât say it like i say it tho
y/n: you sure?
jin: very
y/n: interesting
jin: are you guys coming to the car or what?
y/n: so eager
jin: you blame me?
got to show jk how a real man fucks
then i got to take my girl on the best date of her life
y/n: your girl?
jin: problem?
y/n: *friend
jin: no!
y/n: ???
you canât just say no
jin: watch me do it again
no!
y/n: i am NOT ur girl
jin: u right
wife đĽ°
y/n: no!
jin: donât use my shit on me
y/n: watch me do it again
no!
jin: ok whatever
ur opinion on the matter isnât valid anyways
y/n: ???i think it is
jin: no!
y/n: kill yourself
jin: not really into the whole suicide thing
can you come kill me??
i would prefer you take me out via strangulation
y/n: you me sick
jin: come to the car now iâm boredddd
y/n: i donât see you moving to the car
jin: iâll move when you move
y/n: whatever
jin: so excited wifeyđđĽ°
HOSEOK -
hobi: hey (my dick game insane)
y/n: sometimes i think if i knock on your head i would hear an infinite echo
hobi: hey (my dick game insane)
y/n: or maybe ur skull would just completely collapse idk
hobi: hey (my dick game insane)
y/n: yeah you said that
i bought you a tshirt by the way
was feeling generous
feel blessed bitch
hobi: hey (my dick game insane)
y/n: ok
can you like shut the fuck up
hobi: hey (my dick game insane)
y/n: hey (ok)
hobi: so⌠(itâs HUGEEEE btw)
y/n: so⌠(ok)
hobi: hey (no joke basically a third leg)
y/n: ok stop
hobi: no (can we fuck)
y/n: out shopping with family rn ur gonna have to wait
hobi: i canât (they can join lol)
y/n: ur gross
hobi: ur kinda a shit friends with benefits (want u so bad dick might drop off)
like where are the benefits at rn?? (pls come take care of me)
y/n: i have a life hobi
cant fuck you all the time you know
hobi: boo (please)
y/n: do you not have anyone else that can help u rn?
hobi: are you stupid????? (i think ur stupid)
y/n: donât call me stupid :(
hobi: sorry pretty (suck my dick pls pls pls pls)
y/n: i am out hoseok
hobi: donât same my name like that (iâll cum)
y/n: i did not say ur name like anything
i typed it
hobi: but in that moment and time i imagined the way you say my name (itâs hot)
y/n: stop imagining things then u whore
hobi: iâll shoot myself (COME OVER)
y/n: stop typing like that
hobi: come over then iâll stop (rizz)
y/n: shut up
hobi: ..- .-. / ... --- / .--. .-. . - - -.-- / .. / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / . .- - / -.-- --- ..- / --- ..- - / .-. -. / .-.. --- .-.. (morse code rizz)
y/n: why tf do you know morse code
hobi: you never know when you need it i be in a lot of different situations pretty girl (strong brave educated man rizz)
y/n: whatever u freak
hobi: 01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100110 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101001 00100000 01100101 01111000 01110000 01101100 01101111 01100100 01100101 00100000 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 (binary rizz)
y/n: what the actual fuck
hobi: iâm horny (iâm horny)
y/n: couldnât tell actually
hobi: lol me gustas mucho no es broma sĂŠ mi novia (ultimate spanish rizz)
y/n: girlfriend???
hobi: YOU SPEAK SPANISH?//ÂŁ:ÂŁ:&,ÂŁ:
y/n: you like me??????????????
hobi: BYE LMAO
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Iâm so happy to see you back on my feed đ An ask for your sleepover! Do Cedar Trees!Steve and his Queen have any ::ahem:: spring rituals*? đ
*Make it dirty lollll.
Title: Love That's Laid Beside Me
Collection: CEDAR TREES
Characters/Pairings: King!Steve Rogers x Queen!Reader
Word Count: 5k
Summary: With the first spring equinox, Steve shares a tradition from his past before he was royal. You broach something that's been on your mind for your future.
Content & Warnings: royal au, discussion of children, explicit smut - NATURE/OUTDOOR SEX (bahaha YAY), nipple play, cock stroking, brief cock warming, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal intercourse, slight dirty talk (it's still royal Steve, so...), breeding kink, potential pregnancy
Logistical Notes: I knew the second you dropped this in my askbox that I wanted outdoor sex for the spring equinox, and when I started it, it was timely, but I have worked on this installment of their story now for six or seven weeks. I've rewritten it a couple of times, wrestled with parts of the emotional journey. Steve surprised me in the middle portion by opening up with a lot more nostalgia than I knew was going to insert itself into the story. And then with the rest of their conversation for the final third of the story, I went back to the drawing board a few times. Thank you @biteofcherry and @stargazingfangirl18 for being instrumental in talking through what I was working on with Steve and his queen at vital points when I needed it!
Narrative Notes: Steve and his queen were married in June, and this takes place during their first spring together. To read previous pieces chronologically, refer to the masterlist of this collection's pieces.
â Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest
You look up sharply at the sound of your name. âMmm?â
âYou seem distracted, my love,â Steve says, his brow furrowed in concern.
You shake your head slightly. âI am sorry, it was perhaps a longer day than I anticipated it would be.â
âWe can dispense with the dessert course if you are too weary,â Steve suggests.
You scoff. âDare not speak of such a thing!â
He chuckles, and you smile broadly at him. âI withdraw the proposition,â he says, his eyes sparkling with mirth for a moment.
But as you both savor the exquisite chocolate mousse presented a few minutes later, you notice his frequent gaze on you is more scrutinizing. You do your best to engage again in the conversation.
Truthfully, you have been distracted, but you did not wish to draw his concern. In part it is because you do not want him to worry about you, but more so you yourself do not want to dwell on the issue that has begun to encroach on the edges your thoughts these past weeks. But the exquisite taste of chocolate and his striking blue eyes do serve to draw you back into the moment.
You do your best to gracefully scrape every last bit of mousse from the small crystal goblet, and once the service is cleared away, Steve stands and extends his hand toward you. You stand and go to him. This is familiar now.
He draws your hand to his lips, presses a kiss to the backs of your fingers, then tucks your hand in the crook of his arm. âMay I escort you to your chambers to retire for the evening?â
âYes, of course, my king,â you respond warmly and fall into step with him, leaving the dining room behind.
You have fallen into certain routines after dinner, and while the two of you do not do the very same thing each night, you do spend nearly all your evenings together, the only exception if he must be away on royal business. This evening you read while he sketches before darkness seeps through the windows and you two begin to get ready for bed.
Once youâre both fully freed from the entrapments of your elaborate day wardrobes, you catch Steve studying you again through the reflection of the mirror as you stand in front of your vanity.
âWhat is that look?â you ask, frowning at him.
âYou are very quiet tonight.â
âAgain, I am sorry, I must be tired.â
You can see in his eyes that part of him wants to press you further, but he chooses not to. At least not about that.
âToo tired for a little adventure?â he asks.
You turn and fix him with a playfully scrutinizing look. âPray tell what adventure a king thinks he can get up to in the twilight hour when heâs in his bedclothes?â
âCome with me and find out.â
His eyes are full of mischief, and there is no way you could resist him with that look on his face.
He picks up your velvet cloak and hands it to you before donning his own.
You reach for some boots.
âNo,â he stops you, âno shoes.â
âBarefoot?â
âSlippers should do.â
He grins and reaches for your hand. The two of you go hand in hand as you sneak out of your chambers. Steve gives the men standing guard a look that says they are not to appear to know the two of you have left or which way you have gone unless the situation is dire. As king and queen, you can only be so discreet on this adventure as you pass enough guards and servants that your movements cannot in any way be a secret. But it is still a bit of a thrill to skirt through the castle swiftly in the dark, fingers twined together, escaping out onto the grounds. You wind through the gardens as dusk turns starts to turn to darkness, beyond the stables and more gardens, past the royal orchard, and across even more ground until you ultimately reach a thicket of trees. This, you know, is the south side of the royal grounds, and if not for an eventual stone wall to secure the castle, it could have been any common forest you were ambling into.
The moonlight is just beginning to cast its silvery glow across the night, and it only adds another layer to the novelty of the moment. The two of you follow an almost-path into the trees, and it continues further than you expect it to go. It is clear Steve is familiar with this path, his steps through the trees and the brush steady and sure.
As you move along, your steps hadnât been rushed once youâd escaped the castle proper, but Steve starts to slow significantly, and you step closer to him with the relaxed pace, able to walk with him rather than follow through this part of the landscape that is new to you. Steve brings your hand up to press a kiss to the back of it and smiles down at you.
âWhen I was young, my ma used to try and find ways to lift our spirits. We were so poor, but she never wanted us to want for reasons to be happy. She thought it important to make any occasions special as they came our way with our own rituals and traditions.â
Married less than a year, you are still learning much about each other in this relationship â there were so many things in the present, you had spoken of some hopes for the future, and much of the vast troves of the past lay behind you to explore. You knew his father had been killed as a soldier in a war between kingdoms when he was still a toddling child, and his mother had been lost to a plague just before heâd come of age. The few times heâd spoken of his mother, it had always been with such warmth that it made your heart swell and grew your affection for him even more.
âI donât remember how old I was when she started this tradition, but one night instead of having me get ready for bed, she bundled me up enough to keep me from catching cold in the March evening air, put on her own cloak, and we ventured out into the night, just outside of the village, and into the forest. It was the spring equinox, and she said if we walked into the clearing, left an offering, and made a wish, then the magic that came with the awakening of spring would make that wish come true.â
He'd stopped at some point during those words, and as you look around, you see you are in a very small break in the trees â not quite big enough to be called a clearing.
There werenât big festivities and royal duties around the equinoxes in the kingdom as there were for the solstices, but there were still rituals and traditions in the days leading up to and following, so you knew the significance of this day, and tonight was the last night where darkness held equal balance with the day, and then daylight would take the reigns for its share of the year.
âI love that youâve kept that tradition in her remembrance,â you say, running your other hand up and down his forearm. âWhat sort of offerings did you leave?â
âIt would depend on the year,â he responds, plaintive in thought, âsometimes whatever small token we could scrounge, others perhaps a specially baked good or honey if we could spare it. When I began to draw in earnest, sometimes I would leave a sketch for those forest sprites, or fairies, or deities, whatever you would believe ruled the trees.â
âAnd your wishes came true?â
His gaze lifts to the starry sky for a moment, then he looks down into your face. âPerhaps one or two, but some of the wishes were too foolish and did not need to be granted.â He laughs softly, and you grin and press closer to him. He then turns fully toward you to envelop you in his arms. âI think her wishes probably came true â she always wanted more for me, happiness, a good life. I have so much of that now.â
You reach up and gently cup his face in your hands. âI never planned on an unhappy life, but I think fortune granted us more happiness than either of us anticipated.â
âIndeed,â he says resolutely, bowing his head to capture your lips with his.
You kiss him back fervently. One of his hands moves down your spine, coming to stop at the small of your back, pressing you into him. You hum into the kiss, relishing the closeness and connection between the two of you.
Steve draws his lips away just before youâre at the point of breathlessness, but he presses his forehead to yours, and you continue to breathe each other in.
âI think I have something that would work for an offering,â you pipe up after a few moments of the tranquility in his embrace.
He doesnât say anything but loosens his hold as you shift your arms back down and tug at the silk ribbon at the cuff of one of your sleeves, drawing it out of its casing.
âA fine token from my beautiful bride,â he remarks.
âAnd what are you giving up to the wood?â
âA piece of my heart,â he says with a grin.
You tsk at him and roll your eyes, but you do feel a small rush of heat in your cheeks and the butterflies stir in your belly because even though his tone was playful, thereâs an undeniable intention in his eyes.
âNo, what did you really bring, husband? I know you well enough to know you came prepared.â
He draws a small, folded piece of parchment out of his breast pocket, holding it up before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âCome,â he inclines his head over his left shoulder, turning and stepping toward one of the nearby cedar trees. One of the branches hangs near shoulder height to you. Steve places the folded drawing onto the branch, holding it in place, and you step up to tie it to the branch without him needing to explain.
âI donât get to see what you drew?â you ask as you arrange the loops for a bow and work the silk with your nimble fingers.
âIf you tell a wish â or show it in this case, then it might not come true.â
You know he is not one to believe in silly superstitions, but you have your own wish you hope this ritual might help along, so you just smile and nod. âFair enough.â
The two of you step back, and you admire the simple beauty of the ribbon and think you could very well tie many more ribbons to this tree in the coming years together. You hope that is the case.
Steve takes another few steps back into the open space between the trees, draws his robe off his shoulders, and spreads it out over the ground. You pull off your own robe and join him as he lays back and holds his arm open for you. He assists as you drape your robe over your lower halves. The air is crisp but not cold, but the warmth of his body against yours is wonderful, and you nestle into him.
The stars dotting the heavens are bright skirting around a full moon, and as the two of you gaze up at the night sky, you twine your fingers with Steveâs at your shoulder. You have maintained who you are, who you were raised to be, strong and steady, noble, regal, with your own sense of purpose and fulfillment, but the wholeness you feel when you are with Steve enriches your soul. You are not empty without him, but more full with him. Laying with him right now is a balm you did not know you desperately needed tonight.
Steve begins to speak again. âAfter she passed, I kept the yearly tradition for the equinox, but especially after I inherited this kingdom.â
His voice was another comfort. You loved hearing more of what made up this man who held your heart.
âI never sought the crown,â he continues, âbut after I suddenly found myself king, I held onto anything that kept me grounded. Bucky has been a constant, but I spent much time in these woods to clear my head, work out answers I needed to sort through on my own, or simply sit with feelings or difficulties I could not suffer in the palace in front of anyone else.â
Given that admission, the semblance of a path and his familiarity navigating to this glen in the trees made perfect sense.
This man was strong and stoic, and your husband had the heart of a lion, but you could only imagine what it must have been like to inherit a kingdom and all the royal duties of being its king overnight. You had grown up as the second-born in a royal family, able to learn and prepare, with parents, governesses, advisors, tutors, and your royal siblings being brought up alongside you to prepare for a life of duty and the unique difficulties it would present for the entirety of your life. Steve had been plucked out of obscurity by fate with no training, orphaned, only a soul who had always worked hard and possessed a deep-rooted a sense of duty and desire to serve those around him in any way he could.
He speaks again, an abundant warmth in his tone. âIn you I have found yet another boon and have had fewer occasions where I needed to seek out the solace of this place.â
You shift to your side to lean up and look into his face. This was not a surprise revelation. His words and actions have demonstrated consistently how much he values you since that night you had pledged your true love and affection to each other so many months ago, but him vocalizing this sentiment still means so much and makes your heart soar because your relationship is still so new.
You move down to kiss him, and he lifts his head to meet you halfway. He holds your face in his hands, and his thumbs brush gently over your cheeks.
He pulls back, presses another brief kiss to your mouth, then traces a finger over your parted lips. His blue eyes connect again to yours.
âI donât know if you are holding back the thoughts that trouble you because Iâm king and you think I have royal matters to occupy my thoughts, but something is on your mind,â he says quietly.
Your heart stings a little at his accusation â but he is not wholly wrong.
âPlease,â he presses, âwe said we would be husband and wife to each other, we vowed a true and unfettered love. As your husband I can see it, I know it, and itâs eating at me that I canât share whatever is burdening you. Do not hold matters so important and worrisome back from me.â
Your throat feels thick and though you are still unsure of the words and the feelings yourself, you cannot deny Steveâs fervent plea to open up to him, and you trust that the foundation youâve been building together will guide the two of you through however this conversation will go. Â
Carefully, you settle back down against him, wanting to feel his closeness. You press the side of your face to his chest, over his heart, and drape your left arm over his torso. His hand trails up and down your arm tenderly, while his other arm holds you, patiently waiting.
You take a deep breath and then let your thoughts flow into words. âAre you at all worried that we have been married three-quarters of a year,â you begin, âtime enough for me to be with child, and yet we have no heir on the way?â
He hums in thought, not immediately answering.
You know the silence is short, but it feels long because you anxiously await his thoughts.
âNo,â he finally answers.
He does not elaborate, and though when Steve chooses to speak and when he chooses to keep his thoughts to himself is something you have noted and admired in his character as a king, on this matter you crave every word of his thoughts.
âNo?â
He sits up and pulls you into his lap, arms encircling you entirely.
âI am realizing we have never spoken about this with each other,â he says.
âAnd?â
âAnd I imagine we have spoken about it or been spoken to about it with others before our union.â
You nod.
He furrows his brow slightly, studying your face.
âSteve,â itâs you ushering the conversation now.
âIs anyone pressing you on the matter?â he asks, tone serious.
âNo,â you reply.
He raises an eyebrow.
âTruthfully,â you reassure him.
âThen truthfully, you asked if I am worried â but I had not realized so much time had already passed. The longer we are married, the more it feels as if Iâve known you for ages, but it also feels as if it has been no time at all.â
You nod. âI think that is one of the reasons I have been hesitant to broach the subject now since it has been many months and we had never once spoken on the matter. It had never crossed my mind, and I didnât know if it had yours.â
You had wondered why. You wondered if it was a mark of selfishness, or merely a mark on how devoted the two of you had been in building your bonds as husband and wife in your time as newlyweds â newlyweds in a cordially arranged marriage that turned out to be a true love match.
He remains quiet for another moment, and you place your hand on his cheek, relishing the feel of his beard against your palm.
His tone is soft when he finally continues. âI want children, not heirs.â
Your melt into his embrace, heart skipping a beat. Why had you let yourself worry at all?
âBut what do you want, my love?â
âI-â
His question gives you pause. You know the most vital duty of a queen is to produce an heir, but the way Steve looks at you in this moment, so intently, you want to give him the true answer, not merely the answer you were raised to give.
And itâs in those fervent blue eyes of his that you also seem to find the truth of it.
âI want to have children with you.â
He does not ask for you to clarify or repeat the sentiment because he knows you do not speak to placate him in any way, the same way you know he does not try to placate you now.
âYou know that I was not raised to be a king or with all the expectations that come along with it. Since the time the crown was bestowed upon me, I did learn the import of all the duties that were suddenly expected. Bring peace and stability to the kingdom, serve the people, and much of that was tied to expectations that I take a wife to give the kingdom a queen, and ultimately produce an heir to secure the line of succession, so I can only imagine what the duties and obligations felt like if one had been shouldered with them from birth.â
You sigh. âI suppose it is a different kind of weight as itâs all Iâve ever known, and it wasnât thrust upon me as it was you.â
âBut that does not minimize its weight, nor am I saying it was an unbearable burden for either of us. But I did feel the weight of it for all the years I ruled alone before you, and yet I stood firmly against any pressure to rush me into matrimony. Call it patience or obstinance, but I was rewarded for my waiting beyond anything I hoped for in that wife being you, and I know I was not your first proposed marriage contract either.â
âYou were not, but you were the first I felt confident in, even when it was an arrangement that was amicable, not one with romantic notions or intent.â
âWith that,â Steve continues, âI can do nothing but trust that there is no need to rush fulfilment of any of our duties. If and when children come into our life, it will be precisely when providence deems they should.â
âHow is it you always say such wonderful things?â
He tilts his head, and the look on his face turns so soft it makes your heart ache. âYour heart inspires my heart.â
You close the small gap between you and kiss him fiercely. This man continue to show he is more than you could ever have dreamed, worthy of anchoring your soul. Your tongue teases the seam of his lips, and he opens his mouth to you immediately.
His hands are a little cold, but you do not mind the chill of his fingers as one of his hands moves under the hem of your nightdress, lands on your knee, and begins to move purposely up your thigh.
âNow, we ought to give providence every opportunity to send a child our way, should we not?â he teases.
You laugh and tug at his shirt. âWe should, my king.â He lifts his arms to allow you to pull off his garment. âMy love,â you add more tenderly before kissing him again.
He eases back to the ground, pulling you with him, lips locked together. The sentiments shared between you, the always enticing closeness, the novelty of having Steve outdoors, the magic of the spring equinox, all of it comes together to drive the two of you quickly into a frenzy of immediate need and want. You shift to straddle Steve and reach down to tear at the front laces of his breeches. The places where your naked thighs tuck in on each side of his bare torso relish the warmth and the beauty of the skin-to-skin contact. He hitches up your nightdress and his hands caress up and down your thighs as you reach for his cock. Steve hisses at your cold fingers wrapping around his hard length but bucks up into your hand as you stroke him.
âInside you,â he insists. âNeed to be inside you, filling you, planting my seed inside the cunt of my queen.â
You gasp at his desperate words as he moves your hands away and lines up his cock with your entrance, slamming your hips down to take him in the space of one heartbeat. You were not as wet or prepared as he usually took care to take you, but both of you groan as he slots in to the hilt, and you throw your head back, a broken groan escaping your throat. The pain is surged with pleasure, and you rock eagerly against his pelvis. The friction sends a shiver down your spine, and you close your eyes.
Steveâs hands move from your thighs to gripping your hips. You lean back just enough to plant your hands on his sturdy thighs, as he drives your hips back and forth with more vigor. The grind as his cock shifts it angle inside your pussy has you panting quickly. He squeezes your hips. âJust like that, my love, take your pleasure, let me give you what you need.â
Your movement grows more frenzied, and you whimper, not quite able to achieve the release you crave. But he knows this, has made a study of your body since your wedding night, and he knows you need more. One of his hands moves up to palm your breast, while his other hand moves to your core, and his thumb quests for your clit, applying tight, insistent circles to the pulsing nub. The waves of pleasure build even more quickly now, and when your fingers curl against his thighs, he tweaks your nipple, pinching, and it pushes you over the edge. You cry out, and every muscle in your body seizes to absorb the ecstasy of your orgasm.
Steve smooths his hands up and down your sides, then moves them around to the small of your back and coaxes your body back down to his chest, his cock still inside of you. He presses kisses along your collar bone, up the column of your neck, and along your jaw, letting you catch your breath. His hands continue their sensual and soothing movements over the expanse of your back, and he cradles your shoulders in his hands when you finally adjust your head to meet his lips once more with your own.
When you suck on his bottom lip, his cock twitches inside of you, and you let out a shaky breath.
âCan I have more?â he murmurs against your lips.
You manage to nod and mewl in assent, rocking where youâre still joined together.
Using his gentle strength, Steve rolls you beneath him, keeping you on the plush velvet of his cloak, settling in the home he loves between your thighs. He cups the side of your face in his hands, and his kiss now demands, belying his eagerness. Though his lips move against yours, tongue licking into your mouth, entangling with yours, kissing, kissing, kissing until neither of you can breathe anymore, when he draws away, your mouth chases his. He grins, and his eyes dance with satisfaction as he presses his forehead to yours.
Youâre his, you have been his, but the way he reverently gazes at you as he trails his hand down your neck, over your chest, cresting over your breast, down your ribcage, circling over your hip, and then coming to rest over your stomach, itâs filled with a fervent fire. His hand splays out fully over your womb, and he slowly draws his cock out halfway before giving an even slower thrust back in, clearly wanting you to feel every inch of his thick member and the action has him groaning and you keening beneath him.
âIâm going to fill this womb with my seed,â he vows with another thrust. âGoing to keep you full as often as I can.â
âPlease,â you beg.
He has never been shy with you, but neither spoken so directly of the physical or biological in your intimate moments as he has tonight, and it adds a new level of pleasure to the experience that fuels a primal part in your core. You thread your fingers in his hair and tug urgently as his thrusts begin to pick up speed. His kisses turn fierce bruising, and you welcome it. But when he canât seem to keep kissing and breathing and thrusting inside you, he abandons your lips and buries his face in your neck, grunting as he presses on and on. The angle of his pelvis drags just perfectly across your clit as he adjusts and speeds up. Your walls flutter around him, and he rasps, âGo on, give me one more before I fill you up, my love.â
And his rough thrusts laced with his tender words, the way he grasps at your hip, his belabored breathing at your neck, it all overwhelms, and you release a debauched, shuddering moan when your second orgasm washes over you. Steve does not relent, and follows you over the edge with only a few more thrusts, the way your channel squeezes his cock giving him the final push, and he groans, satisfied, as he empties his hot spend inside of you. You donât scratch, but you draw your fingers forcefully down his back, wanting to feel the tautness of his muscles. You knead his ass, holding him joined into you as he ruts slowly against you, wanting to deposit every last drop your insides milk from him in the aftershocks.
You feel deliciously spent and welcome his weight as he relaxes his body on top of you. He lays his head on your chest, and you hum and press a kiss to the top of his head, drawing your fingers back up to lightly stroke his hair, his shoulders. He caresses your sides, your legs where they are still wrapped around him, anywhere his fingers can reach, but now itâs all languid and soothing touches between you. The weight of him is so grounding in the afterglow, and it begins to lull you to sleep.
You are vaguely aware as somewhat later Steve lifts you up from the ground to carry you in his arms back to the castle. Your body was sated, and your mind as well. You have more to share with Steve soon. You should have had your monthly bleeding last week, and so the possibility that you were already with child before tonight was a very real prospect. Tonight served to quell any doubts you may have had about the prospect of you two becoming parents â that he wanted it, and so did you, and that you were both ready to pursue that journey â but you would wait a few more weeks to ensure it wasnât a fluke before you told Steve.
And in the meantime, you knew there would continue to be more pleasurable opportunities to put a babe inside you if there wasnât one already.
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đąSecret Lullaby {Poseidon x Goddess!Reader}đą
Repost of my original post from my old blog.
God, just looking at him makes me want to kiss him đ
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You sat in the middle of your greenhouse, patting a small bunny that hopped in your lap. You watched the past few rounds of ragnarok with sad eyes, feeling dread inside.
Being the God/Goddess of peace wasn't easy.
You love humans and everything on Earth, as it is your home. Before you went to Valhalla, you used to live in a forest where no human dared to set foot in unless If they wanted a death wish.
Of course, you never brought harm to humans but you eventually left after Zeus found you and offered you to live with the gods.
Being the secretive being you are, you agreed but only if no deity disturbs you when you wanted to be left alone and to never let them know of your secret place.
So far, no God or Goddess has ever found your greenhouse. Even if they bothered to try, they couldn't find it. This was due to one of your masking spells, which was more effective to deities compared to the humans.
Thinking back on how the gods have tried to get answers out of you, but failed due to your ability to slip away fast enough. Those thoughts escalated to your past, where you were once filled with joy.
With your mother, who had lost her life to another God.
"I miss you, mother. So very much."
You thought, wiping away tears that slowly trickled down your face. You looked down at the bunny, who looked up and sat up. It leaned against your chest, trying to lean its face towards yours. You lifted the small bunny up and felt its face nuzzle yours, an attempt to cheer you up.
"Ah, thank you. I feel better now."
You cooed softly, patting its head with a sad smile. You felt something nudge your leg, something hard. You leaned forward to see a small harp near your right foot and a grey bunny pushing it towards your foot.
You held your hand over the harp, watching it levitate towards your hand. The grey bunny hopped on your right leg, nuzzling your waist while the white bunny copied the grey bunny.
"Such cuties."
You mumbled softly, watching them get comfortable on your lap and stopped to lay down. Your fingers hovered over the strings of your harp, slightly shaking from the sadness building up.
"Hope you're hearing this, mother..."
You muttered under your breath, strumming your harp slowly. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drown in the melodic music from your strumming. You opened your lips to sing quietly.
Soon, the animals in your greenhouse started to gather around, watching and listening to your voice. Then, the plants started swaying slowly to the music. At the end of the lullaby, a voice brought you out of your thoughts.
"What are you doing?"
Your eyes shot open at the sudden voice, growing wider when you saw who it was.
It was none other than Poseidon, the Sea God himself.
You stared at the God before you, internally panicking, mainly about how he knew of your greenhouse. You placed the harp down nervously, fiddling with your fingers.
"I-I was just playing a lullaby. Umm, how did you find my greenhouse?"
You squeaked out, feeling yourself shrink smaller when the God took a few steps forward, not too close to you.
"... It wasn't hard to follow you. I've known for a long time."
He answered, his emotionless face along with his voice sending chills down your spine. You knew very well he never speaks much to any being, even to his brothers. So him speaking to you now of all times baffled you. Truth be told, he has spoke to you more times than anyone else. But hearing him ask about your main hobby was strange.
The reason behind that was most likely because you were a Ruler, the Ruler of Nature.
"So you have. Never expected less from you, of course."
You spoke, gripping your clothes so tightly. Poseidon raised his eyebrows slightly, his shoulders dropping.
"....."
He kept silent, staring down at you with his dull eyes. Your head was down, but you knew he was staring. The sound of his boots clicking away got your attention. You held the bunnies close to you, standing up from your seat.
"See you, Lord Poseidon."
You whispered. Poseidon stopped at the entrance of your greenhouse, giving you the side eye glance.
".... Goodbye."
Those was the last words he let out before leaving. You stood in silence, a confused look on your face.
"What just happened?"
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Hii!!! I just read A Whiff of Blood and it was amazing!!! Omg its been a while since I read Lloyd being caring without having another motive. This is pure goodness đ
I was wondering if there could be a scene where y/n asks to leave work early bc she has a date. Lloyd says fine but ends up at the same restaurant as her with Danny to spy𤣠and y/n saw them and this will be the first time she yells at her boss. how would the boss react? falling for her even more or trying to save his dignity and ego đ
Hi babe! So sorry that this one-shot is taking forever to come out (and I've made a little adjustment to it :3 hope you don't mind
A Rush of Blood
Lloyd Hansen x You
Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader, Lloyd is being a (surprisingly) softie(?
Summary: You asked whether you could leave early for a date, while Lloyd decided not to keep his feelings bottled up any more.
W/C: ~4.5k
A/N: This is the final sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love for Mob!Lloyd<333
Lloyd canât help but look at your empty seat for the fifth time in a row. The boring-ass meeting for the quarterly revenue of his properties drags on, yet you havenât returned for a while now.
Lloyd checks his watch.
Itâs been fucking two minutes and forty-two seconds since you excused yourself with your phone buzzing in hand.
The ticking watch gets him more annoyed and impatient by the second. Two minutes and forty-four seconds, two minutes and forty-five seconds, two minutes and forty-six - where the heck are you?
You pick up the call as soon as you reach your desk, âAllie?â
âHey hon. Bad news, Iâm stuck at the airport. There has been a huge blizzard here in Alaska and all flights are banned from taking off.â Allie remains her chirpy sound, but a hit of restraint peeks from her words.
Allie has been your friend since high school. Youâve bonded over the mutual love of boy bands during your teen years. Though you have moved on from your love of pop singers/bands, Allie maintains her enthusiasm for K-pop idols.
âIâm in the middle of a conference, so, sorry about making this short,â you sigh, âI assume they canât get any plane in or out for today?â
You scheduled for fine dining with Allie at one of Lloydâs restaurants later this evening. At this rate, you are no longer surprised if he owns the Hollywood landmark too.
âNot in this damn weather, no.â She curses under her breath, âNot for three days as far as Iâm aware.â
âJesus.â You rub your temple as it is throbbing, âSorry about the weather. Iâll reschedule the dinner.â
âNo⌠donât be.â Her hesitation on the phone sounds slightly suspicious.
âAllie?â You raise your voice dangerously, âWhat did you do?â
âDonât be mad,â she holds a pregnant pause, âIâve got this really cute boy â heâs a year behind us, by the way â and heâs working now in LA, Scott McCall â thatâs double C in McCall, and I planned to introduce you two during dinner.â
âThe fu- Allie!â You whisper-yell in the phone, âYouâre gonna dump me and let me have dinner with a completely random person?â
Allie squeezes a few dry laughs over the speaker, âEh- Sorry?â
âYou better pray thereâs no plane in three days because Iâm going to crawl through the phone lines and strangle you if I have the chance.â You sputter a curse, âAnd burn all your K-pop albums.â
She gasps, âNOT THE ALBUMS!â
Typical Allie.
âSeriously though, you had the chance of meeting him two months ago... at an exhibition. The gallery downtown near the bakery? The Retro-modern Exhibition? The one you left early? It took him a lot of strength to get to me and then to you, so ⌠just try, okay? If it doesnât work out, itâs fine.â Allie sounds unlike her usual self, âIf it works out ⌠I guess youâd have a great story to tell your kids.â She canât help but joke at the end.
âYeah yeah, ha-ha, very funny.â With a sigh, you agree to her match-making plan, âFine. But I really have to go back to work now, âkay?â You roll your eyes instinctively when the other end of the phone passes a squeaky âyesâ to your ears, âIâll be there on time. Dinner, six thirty, heâd better not be late.â
âYouâre my life-saver. Mwah! Love yaâ bye!â After blowing a kiss via mid-air, Allie hangs up the phone as if fearing you will regret your decision in less than a second.
You end the call at the same moment the door to the conference room swings open, and out came a few executives for his real estate.
âSorry, Mr. Hansen,â you put your phone into your pocket, straightening your shirt because you have been leaning on your desk. You know how much Lloyd hates disturbance, and creases on a shirt.
Lloyd purses his lips with a frown, an expression he wears often to indicate heâs not happy.
âIf itâs okay for you, Mr. Hansen, Iâd like to leave early today.â You request rather boldly.
For three years of your work as a secretary, the only other time you left early was a medical emergency of your mother. She fell down the stairs, hit her head, and had a broken femur. Though it wasnât much of a big deal when she was transferred to a ward later, it scared the hell out of you to take the call from the local hospital, telling you your mother was sent to the ER in an ambulance.
Lloyd was generous enough to grant you a week of leave, but you got back on Day 5 after making sure your mother was well and taken care of.
âIs your family alright?â He asks, clearly still remembering the last time when you got kidnapped on the street, for which he had to assign Claire â a bright young lady, whom youâve grown fond of over these past weeks â to act as your bodyguard and occasionally your assistant. Under Lloydâs orders, she went to oversee the security cam installation at your apartment door.
âThey are fine.â You suppose itâs better to tell him the truth regarding your leave, rather than having him meet you in his restaurant a few hours later, âI uh⌠have a date tonight.â
âA date?â He raises his eyebrows, repeating syllable by syllable, âA date, you say?â
âYes, a date.â It feels like a betrayal all of a sudden, a betrayal of your work ethic. Your throat tightens, âAhem, Iâll be leaving at five, if thatâs alright with you, Mr. Hansen.â
Lloyd studies you for a moment.
âOkay.â He shrugs, sounding carelessly, âIf you finish the work for today.â
You are pretty sure that thereâs no more itinerary for either Hansen or you after this meeting, but you still play your role as a dutiful secretary and ask, âAnything else you would like me to do?â
âCall James and tell him to pick up the loan I gave out to the Dawson scum, five milâ in cash or non-bearer bonds. If Dawson returns even one dime short, I want his arm broken. And deliver the drycleaning to my place by five tonight. Tell my butler, while youâre at it, he can hold off the repair down at the basement, this can wait till January. And,â he pauses, âI want you to tell Dani, head to her place personally, and tell her that Iâm cancelling the Cuban appointment.â
âYes, Mr. Hansen.â You pick up the landline straight away, ready to dial Jamesâ number.
âYou are not taking any notes whatsoever.â Lloyd narrows his eyes, âWhat are the tasks I just gave you?â
Lloyd seems extra grumpy today, plus you are not a note-taker anyway. You cover the speaker with your palm, though puzzled as to why heâs moody all of a sudden, but comply with his demands, âCall James, collect the debt from Dawson; get the drycleaning to your house by five, and tell your butler Marlin not to rush on the basement repair; and lastly, tell Dani youâre cancelling the Cuban appointment.â And you have no clue what this âCubanâ appointment is. Darn, Lloyd does keep a whole lot of secrets from you, âAnything else, Mr. Hansen?â
Fuck.
He sounds like fucking Cinderellaâs stepmom dumping beans into the fireplace. Since when did he get off on ordering you around doing meaningless chores? He could perfectly do them himself, not to mention some of the biddings he has just told you were unnecessary â the basement repair? It was a damn doorknob getting stuck, not a pipeline that leaks like a faucet.
âClaireâs not here, take Avik with you.â He grumbles, returning to his office and slamming the door shut.
Avik is a silent, tanned man who often acts as Lloydâs muscle. He emerges from thin air â or probably from some corner, standing rigidly behind you like a statue.
âHey Avik, mind if I drive?â You put a warm smile on your face, swinging the car key on your finger.
Avik merely nods, gesturing that heâll walk in front of you.
After picking up Lloydâs drycleaning and telling Marlin the exact words from Lloyd's mouth, you head off to your next assignment.
Dani.
Dani is a woman approximately your age, speaks fluent Spanish, English, and Italian, probably a couple of other languages that you couldnât understand too, and rumored to be Lloydâs ex.
She is a charming lady living in a mansion away from the glamourous nightlife of LA, but not shy of parties. In fact, youâve accompanied Lloyd to a few that she hosts, and if you ever need a party planner, she would be your No. 1 choice â if you can afford it.
You tap on the steering wheel somewhat anxiously, checking your watch. Itâs five to six, and Daniâs residence is halfway across the city, and you have yet to finish the job that Lloyd told you to.
It feels like double standards when you explicitly told Allie that your date cannot be late.
Daniâs lovely butler, Mrs. Santos invited you in, leading you to the guest room.
âTo what do I own this honor of having Lloydâs personal assistant arriving at my place?â Dani flips her hair and giggles.
âLloyd has sent me to tell you that,â you still remember the strange code phrase word by word, âHeâs cancelling the Cuban appointment.â
Dani carefully studies you for a moment, before bursting out laughter, âHe⌠He said that? The Cuban appointment?â
Darn, even when sheâs laughing, sheâs charming as always.
âYes.â You answer her question, âIf thereâs no message you want me to forward to him, Iâll be out of your hair.â
Dani hangs a mysterious smile on the corner of her lips, her honey-toned skin practically gleaming as she speaks, âNone. But if you donât mind me asking, do you have any plans for tonight? I want to borrow you for one of my parties â you know,â she shrugs, âconnections and all that.â
Daniâs parties are always filled with delightful cocktails and exquisite people she knows from all over the world. Itâs a perfect chance to refresh your connections with all sorts of people â thieves, CEOs, fences, politicians - part of the reason why she asked you to stay.
Yet, you were already booked for tonight.
âSorry,â you politely rejected, âIâd love to, but I have a date tonight.â
âWell, you-â Dani points at you with her perfectly manicured finger, sounding cheerful, âare welcome at my place, anytime. You can bring your date here even, if you need a place to chill.â
âThank you, Dani.â You respond, âHave fun at your party.â
Dani cocks her head to the side. The bright flashy diamond earrings peek from under her hair, swaying as if they were about to fall. She hums thoughtfully before wishing you a pleasant evening.
As soon as you step out of her estate, Dani picks up her phone and dials Lloydâs number, âI recall a certain someone claims that he needs absolutely no help landing a girl,â She twirls her hair around her fingertips, chuckling, âthe Cuban appointment, Lloyd? Wow, you must be really desperate. Now, you want me to help you sabotage her date? That I can do...â
With Lady Luck by your side, youâve successfully reached the restaurant five minutes early with someone already at your table, while Avik sits at a table on the other side of the aisle, keeping an eye on you.
âYou must be Scott.â You pull your chair to sit, trying your best to ignore the bulk of muscles on your righthand-side, watching as the young man across the table hastily puts down his water glass and stands abruptly with his face flushed.
âH⌠Hi.â He can barely stop the grin on his face, âItâs so nice to finally meet you.â
Allie is right. He is cute.
Scott scratches the back of his head, plopping down on his seat, asking hesitantly, âIf this is not too intrusive, how did you get a reservation? My friend has been dying to try this place for a week and the nearest spot available is three months later.â
âMy boss is a close friend of the restaurant manager.â Lloyd practically runs this place. The manager gets scared shitless every time he needs to deliver the quarterly books to Lloyd and he asks you to do it in his place. Hence, heâs greatly in your debt. But you are not going to tell Scott you work for the largest gang in the city, so you feign your interest and ask, âWhat about you? Allie didnât tell me what you do for a living.â
His face goes flushed pink again, âI uh⌠I work as an assistant curator,â he adds, âbut I paint.â
âOh really? That sounds fun. What do you paint?â
Scott chats on and on about his love for contemporary art and various ways of making a beautiful moment permanent when you notice Avik stands up and leaves.
â⌠sorry,â you apologize to Scott, for you have missed the question he asks, having paid too much attention to the bodyguard Avik who doesnât seem like returning, âwhat was that again?â
Scott shuts his mouth momentarily before managing a small smile, âI was just thinking that we should get the waiter. Is there anything you like on the menu?â
The food was divine, and the wine was savory too. Though the waiters seemed a little distracted â you guessed it was probably their boss telling them to stay away from your table for you to enjoy your date. After exchanging pleasant conversations, you know itâs time to end this lovely date.
Before getting the check and leaving, you excuse yourself to freshen up.
Scott nods with his curls bouncing.
Scott is nice.
He is smart, funny, and cute with his untamed curls.
You put on a thin layer of lipstick. Looking into the mirror, the polite smile breaks away when you watch your reflection.
Scott is a decent guy. Why donât you like him?
A vague outline rises in your head, before evaporating.
Stop it. You tell yourself. Scott is a nice guy. You should enjoy this date.
Only when your figure disappears behind a few tables, did someone sit on your spot.
âEvening.â A moustache man traces his finger on the cup from which you drank, crossing his legs, âScotty, right?â
Scott clenches his hand on the arm of his chair, but Avik appears quietly behind him, grabbing his shoulders to have him sit down. A hard piece of metal is pressed to the back of his head. It doesnât take much common sense to understand that Avik has a gun pointing at him.
âDonât get all flustered,â Lloyd pours some wine into both glasses, âIâm just here to⌠be nice.â A wicked grin creeps up his lips as Lloyd continues, âThe woman who youâre dating tonight?â
Scott gulps, squeezing a âyeahâ out of his teeth.
âThatâs my girl.â Lloyd dead-pans, massaging the light smudge of your lipstick on the glass, âSo, if you have any wrong idea, or any thoughts about herâŚâ Lloyd has a cold gleam in his eyes, shakes his head and tuts, âDonât.â
Poor Scott has his face drained of colors. His lips quivering, âI-Iâm not- I donât want to be part of thisâŚâ
âGood.â Lloyd smirks. Drinking from your glass, he licks his lips to savour the sweet honey taste of your lipstick, before giving his final order, âNow be a good boy, say your ânighty nightâs, and get the fuck out of my turf.â
âBoss.â Avikâs eyes dart to the lavatory, signalling that you are approaching this table.
âAaaand thatâs my cue.â Lloyd stands up from the chair, looking content, âKeep this little interaction between us, will yaâ?â He pouts, âIâd hate if she gets upset.â
By the time you reach this table, Scott sweats in buckets like he has just been to a sauna.
âIs everything alright?â You canât help but ask.
âYeah⌠yeah.â Scott could barely mask his trembling voice, or keep his eye contact, âIâm ⌠feeling uncomfortable⌠right now.â
âIs it the food? Do you need to go to the bathroom?â
âNo⌠I mean, I think so. The asparagus was raw.â Scott wipes the sweat off his pale face, âItâs been lovely, but âŚâ
Your eyes dart to the table where Avik was sitting. Nope, he isnât there. For a second you thought that Avik might have terrorized Scott into backing out. Such a stupid idea, why would Avik do that? You throw this thought to the back of your head, before suggesting if Scott needs a lift home, or to the hospital.
Scott nearly jumps from his spot upon hearing the offer, which confuses you as he avoids speaking or looking at you, as if you were a plague.
He takes his belongings, bids you good night before sprinting out of the restaurant.
What the fuck have you done???
You trouble yourself with the question when Avik returns to your side without a single sound, âAvik, I was wondering where youâve been.â
âThe backroom where I can observe the surveillance footage, maâam.â His voice booms, âShall I drive you home?â
âYes, I suppose.â You sigh.
Avik gestures for you to walk, but you stop in your tracks.
âAvik?â
âYes, Maâam?â
âDid you have any food yet?â
You did not see him ordering anything when he was sitting across the aisle, nor do you believe that heâd risk losing his job over some half-cooked asparagus.
â⌠No Maâam.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose. The exhaustion of trying to satisfy Lloydâs tasks and doubting whether heâs being paranoid again takes over you for so long, you seem to lose a little bit of human emotions â neglecting dutiful Avik, as a result.
âSorry about that, Avik.â You apologize, feeling slightly better that youâve come to your senses after a long day, âIâll have them prepare something vegan for takeaway.â
ââŚthank you, Maâam.â
Grabbing a waiter passing by, you tell him about your request, before resting on your chair.
Out of sheer boredom, you tap on your glass, scraping the lipstick smudge off the crystal-clear surface with a used napkin.
Avik coughs as if he has just choked on his own spit.
âEverything alright, Avik?â
It seems like youâve said this for the second time tonight.
âYes. Ahem. Yes, all is well.â Avik clears his throat uncomfortably.
âBecause you can totally have tonight off. Iâm more than capable of driving home myself.â You offer sweetly, expecting him to take the suggestion and leave you here.
âThank you, Maâam.â Avik replies rigidly, his shirt collar tightening around his tanned skin as he speaks, âThank you, but your safety is my priority.â
You should have known better than to negotiate with Lloydâs muscle. They follow his orders like workers around a queen bee. Pursing your lips together, you decide not to spend time bargaining with Avik, but scroll on social media to distract yourself.
Avik lets out a long, slow exhale when you are focusing on your phone. Heâs great at bodyguarding, but terrible at being a double agent.
The takeaway package arrives shortly â or it could be you are too tied up in the TikTok drama to notice time slipping away from the tip of your fingers. Avik takes the wheel while you sit in the back, trying hard not to think about the sudden change in Scottâs attitude.
Itâs not like you donât enjoy Scottâs company. You do. But Scottâs dashing out of the restaurant leaves a certain impression that you donât think youâd forget anytime soon. Maybe the food was raw. Or burned. Or he had some pills. Still, it doesnât explain why he ran out of the place like a bloodhound was chasing him.
Or is there something wrong with you? Something heâd grow repulsive of?
âStop the car, please.â The thoughts in your head are preventing you from breathing. With Avikâs puzzled frown in the rearview mirror, you shrug, âYou can go park the car. I want to have a little walk and some fresh air.â
After what must be an internal debate in Avikâs silence, he slowly stops at the curb, agreeing for you to have your fresh air.
The street is silent, not a living soul in sight. You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh air.
Oh well, maybe the air is not so fresh after all, with the smell of gasoline and dust and ⌠smoke?
You turn around.
Lloydâs Rolls-Royce follows you like a toddler in small steps, with a hand outstretched from the window that flicks his cigarette stub to the curb.
âMr. Hansen?â You couldâve been dreaming. Why would Lloydâs car follow you? Why â âWhat are you doing here?â
Lloyd steps out of the vehicle, popping a peppermint into his mouth. Crushing the candy with his jaw, he mumbles, âJust having a late-night stroll.â
A ridiculous idea comes into mind, and you ask in disbelief: âAre you following me?â
âNo.â Lloyd stares at you straight into your eyes, but youâve seen him lie better, âThis is my turf. And you canât ban me from patrolling my own territory.â
You canât help but roll your eyes.
Sure. Patrolling. Very convincing. He just happened to stumble in front of your apartment building among hundreds of thousands of streets.
âOf course.â Maybe itâs the wine, because for crying out loud you would be tongue-tied if you were to say this at work, but the sarcasm drips out of your tone like water out of a broken faucet, because you are not in the mood. At all. âGood night, Mr. Hansen.â
âI had a great night.â Since he counts the scurrying of one horny young man as a win, Lloyd casually drops, âCanât say the same about you.â
What the heck is wrong with him?
Now itâs definitely the wine that does the talking, as you poke him square in the chest with your index finger, your voice littered with fury, âItâs after-hours, and you donât own my after-hours, in case you donât have a watch, okay?â
Lloyd offers his characteristic lop-sided smile, âWhat - youâre gonna buy me one?â
âNo?!â You huff out in disbelief. Has he taken hallucinating drugs? Why on earth is he acting funny? âThis is not - look, Mr. Hansen-â
Lloyd steps closer. You get that whiff of smoke from his body, and the musky cologne that he occasionally uses in rare circumstances, and your words somehow get stuck in your throat.
âLloyd.â He pronounces his name, loud and clear, âCâmon sunshine, lllllloyd.â
Lloyd. The name rolls to the tip of your tongue. It feels natural and soft, unlike Lloyd Hansen himself. But the syllable drives your heartbeat wild. He is your boss. You are obligated to call him Mr. Hansen.
Well, maybe not obligated. But you would feel more comfortable calling him Mr. Hansen. The name Lloyd sounds like an over-step of your work relationship.
Your work. Your beloved secretary job. Which is fine. Which you enjoy, as you handle his affairs with some effort. But the name. Heâs asking you to call him Lloyd and that sounds more intimate than what you should be calling your boss.
âI- â You are at a loss of words. What does he want? Does he want you to be his mistress? Which is ridiculous, because you donât want to be the type of canary living in a birdcage and sing for him whenever he pleases. More importantly, he cannot be having thoughts about you â or does he want this to be a one-night thing where he could pull up his pants and comment on how long since he had a good fuck?
-stop it. Itâs an insane thought. Heâs not interested. So are you.
You accidentally look at his eyes, and you recognize the burning desire rooting deep down. It scorches you instantly as your eyes meet, before you lower your head to avoid the demanding gaze.
âYouâre my bossâŚâ You mutter weakly, knowing well that this stupid excuse does not prevent you from enjoying (or feeling safe at) Lloydâs presence â most of the time, when heâs not bloody or throwing punches â or from the plain fact that maybe, just maybe that you feel a little different towards him, and that for the briefest of moments, you wished that he was sitting across the dinner table tonight, taking you out on a date.
Lloydâs expression goes still for a second.
You canât tell whether heâs mad or upset.
He sighs, taking a step towards you to close the space between you two, before framing your face in his hands and whispering in frustration, âGod, youâre so dumb.â
His lips are soft, contrary to his mean words. They land on you with a bitter taste of burned tobacco, as his tongue swipes the seam of your lips, forcing an embarrassing mewl out of you.
It felt like Lloyd and his roughness. It felt like an iceberg breaking into chucks, whales lifting their head to breathe and the dam that withholds feelings inside your head cracks. It felt ⌠right.
He slowly breaks away the kiss, sighing again, right next to your lips, his moustache making your cheek itch.
âAm I about to get a kick in the balls?â He asks softly, nose gently rubbing on yours.
âNoâŚno.â Not that you donât want to, because how dares he! Following you and kissing you like that! But because your head turning into a warm mush.
âGood.â He nibbles on your lips, you can feel his lips curving into a smile, â âcause I kinda like them.â
âHmm?â
âNever mind.â He lands another kiss on you before pulling away. The bad-boy grin visible on his face.
You feel like you need to say something. Anything. So, you open your mouth and: âDo you want ⌠a cup of coffee at my place?â
Lloyd cocks his eyebrows in surprise, but thereâs no way heâd let slip of this chance, âSure, why not.â
The mush in your brain refuses to leave. Your body acts on auto-pilot, leading you away from him.
You donât even notice that heâs not following you this time, until he calls your name out of the blue, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
âYes, Mr. Hansen?â
Lloyd decides to let slip of your poor choice of words this time, simply pointing his thumb in the other direction: âYour home is this way.â
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SAWEEET BABY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! THE DBF!JOEL WEILURHWLEIRHWEIRWE! That was incredible! Could we have oneshot of the lead up to them fucking in Joel's truck? đđđđđđđđđ
hahahahahah wooh! i'm glad you asked - here is the ooey gooey middle of the Ride It oreo cookie, enjoy :)
Let's Take a Ride
No-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
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warnings | 18+ smutty language, dbf!Joel, age gap
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âArenât you cold, honey?â Truthfully, she is, barefoot in the gravel of the highway shoulder, her heels tossed into the backseat a while ago, in nothing but the short dress she had gone out in. But Joelâs gaze is warming her up just fine.
âIâm ok, Joel. Thank you for coming to get me.â He sighs, stepping closer to inspect the flat on her back tire, letting out a low whistle as he kneels down to take a closer look.
âMore than a flat tire. The whole rim is busted. Just how fast were you going?â She flushes hard under his pointed look. So maybe she had been speeding when she accidentally hit a curb. But mistakes happen, right?
âUm, I donât know?â He huffs, getting up from his kneeling position with a groan and wiping his hands off on his jeans. He cocks his head at her, crossing his broad arms over his chest. She swallows hard at the flex of his biceps.
âYou been drinking tonight, honey?â When all she offers him in response is an anxious smile, he clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
âIâm not drunk. I had a drink with some friends. Itâs not like thatâs a crime. I am of age, yâknow.â
âOh, believe me, I know.â Her brow furrows at his sighed out words. Whatâs that supposed to mean?
âAre you telling me you got all dressed up like that just for some friends, honey?â That question shocks her silent, and he chuckles at her slack expression, stepping closer until she can feel the heat radiating off him. He lets a single finger skate along the neckline of her dress before hooking it under one of the straps, tugging her in until sheâs pressing her palms against his solid chest to stop herself from stumbling.
âTell me this, honey. Whyâd you call me, of all people, to come help you?â She can smell lingering whiskey on his breath. Heâs been around her dadâs house enough times for her to know he likes a nightcap, a little hit of warmth to end the day. That mixed with the scent of him - cedar and sweat, and smoke from the cigarette habit he swears heâs trying to break - is sending her mind into a haze, and sheâs finding it hard to answer his question.
âBecause, umâ because youâ umââ He chuckles again, cutting off her mumbling with a wicked crook of a grin on his face.
âItâs alright, honey. You can just say it, huh? I know what you want.â Is this really happening?
âYouâ you do?â He nods, bringing his other hand to tilt her chin up, keeping her gaze on his.
âYou think I havenât noticed? Can practically feel you burning a hole through my back with the way you look at me, honey. What a sweet little thing like you wants with an old man like me is beyond me.â The finger he kept hooked in the strap of her dress is running the arc of it, back and forth, back and forth, the graze of his skin against hers making her shiver.
âYouâre not that old.â That makes him laugh, his eyes crinkling up and his smile broadening at her.
âDonât think Iâm too old for you?â Albeit hesitantly, she shakes her head no.
âThink you can handle me, honey? Bet I ride a little different than them college boys of yours.â Her stomach twists at the implication of his words, and she thinks sheâd melt on the spot if he wasnât still firmly holding her chin in place.
âI can handle it.â She tries to sound as confident as possible, but her voice still ends up coming out a bit meek, almost a whine. Joel just grins, dipping his head down to nose along her cheek, his lips finding the shell of her ear. The low drawl of his words goes straight through her, pooling heat in her core.
âWeâll see about that, honey. Why donât you be a dear and open that car door for me. Weâre gonna take a little ride together.â
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CAN WE GET THEM BILL NSFW HC PLS đđ LOADS OF EMâ TOO. TY MA đŤś
SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG đđ
(MY ENGLISCH IS SO BAD IN THIS OMG IM SO SORRY đ)
I'm a full on believer that this man loves everything.
Titties, ass, thighs etc.
I don't really think he likes one more than the other, he loves them all and whatever he can get he'll take it đ
The first time you two did it was super fucking awkward
Yall didn't know wtf you were doing but you ended up getting the hang of it and it was really sweet
Yall know what aftercare is? Bill is the actual defintion of it.
See ^^^ đ
He will clean you off (if you guys didn't use a condom), make you a bath, light fucking candles and all that shit, wash your body, hair, (ik bros got the best shampoo and conditioner), and once yall are out he'll kiss your entire body
Get you snacks
Water soda juice
Whatever you want, he'll find a way to get it
He's a really intimate guy so he doesn't like the thought of just falling asleep after and not giving you any reassurance
I feel like he really likes any position where he can see your face aka missionary, mating press, legs over his shoulders, up against a wall, cowgirl, etc.
He just loves seeing your facial expressions
Plus it's harder to hide your moans if your not face down in a pillow đ¤
Unless he's super horny
He takes his time with you
He'll kiss you what feels like forever before moving down to your neck to fill it up with hickies
And then once he's finally done he'll lay on top of you and suck your nipples
Bonus points if you have piercings there
And he does all this shit with his hands
Grazing them lightly up and down your body to make you shiver
He'll give you like a million hickies on your stomach and boobs
He also definitely does the thing where you make a heart of hickies
Like I said, HE LOVES taking his time with you
Also
HE DOES THE KNEE THING
bros a big ass mfn tease
ima be upfront
he's a little asshole
Backtracking a bit to making out is when he does it, and right when you start humping your dumb little cunt against him is when he stops
cuz he's a fckn asshole
Loves hearing you whine
It makes his dick so hard
And I think we all know he's got a big dick
So he likes to prep you a ton before putting it in bc he doesn't want to actually hurt you
He's eats you out like his life depends on it
And he actually doesn't understand guys who don't like going down on girls
Like full on straight guys who don't like doing it? Makes NO sense to him bc he loves it
He loves toying with you little clit and the way you grip his hair as he shoves his tongue out of your dumb little hole
You've got hair down there?
He doesn't care
Pussy is pussy and he'll take what he can get bc he loves it
He also feels bad if you've sucked him off and he hasn't done anything yet
He believes in equal balance between you two
ON THAT TOPIC
If he's sitting on the edge of the bed while you suck him off, he's gripping the sheets like his life depends on it
Unless you're going too slow
Then his grab your hair and face fuck you until he cums đ
As long as your okay w/ that
He doesn't want to do anything your not okay with
Which means the first couple times you guys had sex he was asking like a billion questions
"Is this okay?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Do you want me to pull out?"
"Did that hurt?!"
"Are you positive your okay?"
"Are you sure"
"If you want to stop we can"
You're gonna have to shut him up, even though it's super sweet đĽ°
If you guys are ever trying anything new, he always makes sure you're okay with it and even while in the middle of something he makes sure your okay, just in case you wanna stop
SHOWER FUCKING đŁđŁđŁ
It's so good
It'll usually start out w/ you two washing eachothers body and then either one of you or both of you get horny asf and just end up making out with his dick pounding you like the world will stop spinning if he stops
And since yall are already in the shower, there's already some aftercare done for him
He said in an interview once (I don't remember which one) but he likes girls who are a challenge so he really likes brats
I don't think he'd be like a hard dom or anything, (I could never see him as one) but he does like putting you in your place sometimes
But he doesn't like power dynamics with sex, he gets grossed out by that kind of stuff
He doesn't like feeling like he's got power over you or can manipulate you or something
That makes him sick
But he does like brats and I stand by that đđťââď¸
Anyways
Sit. On. His. Face.
He loves it
"But I'll crush you" bro does not care AT ALL.
69ing is a must sometimes
Sucking his dick while he fucks you with his tongue? He'll cum so quick you guys
Which brings me to riding him
He loves it so good
As much as he likes being a top, having you on top of him just using him to cum makes him cum.
You just look so fucking good on top of him he can't help it
OMG SUCK HIM OFF IN AN INTERVIEW???
I can just imagine him trying to hide his face and moans while talking
Him bringing his hand under the table to put on top of your head and bob your head up and down his dick
He'll start coughing like fucking crazy if you accidentally gag on his dick
He likes the adrenaline of getting caught, but to actually get caught?
Nah he'd die on the spot.
now ik some people will disagree with me on this, but I don't think he'd wanna share you with tom
Ik some people headcanon he would, but like I said before he's a very intimate person and wants to be the only one seeing your body
ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED â¤â¤â¤ LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE POOKS đ
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We need more Instagram au I love yours you are so freaking talented
PART THREE BABY LETS GO?!
Instagram posts if you were dating Jack Champion PT. 3
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y/nnn763 AVATAR PREMIERE!!!! @ jackchampion
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jackchampion OMG Avatar Premiere!!
| y/nnn763 yk were kinda cute together đ
| jackchampion weâre*
| y/nnn763 SHUT 𤏠UP đ¤Ź
user728 YESSSS
jakesullyismybbg62 OMGOMG
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jackchampion Plane
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y/nnn763 Good job Jack, you know what a plane is!
| baileybass So proud!
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y/nnn763 him <3 @ jackchampion
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jackchampion â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
y/nnn763 Nvm Iâm deleting this. He just bit me.
| jackchampion NO I DIDNâT
| y/nnn763 OH YOU DIDNâT?
| jackchampion I DIDNâT
| y/nnn763 FINE.
| user728 ooooo
| EthanLandrysWifee09 FIGHTFIGHTFIGHT
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y/nnn763 payback @ jackchampion
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jackchampion NOOOO
jackchampion FINE I ADMIT IT
jackchampion DELETE IT
jackchampion Please???
jackchampion Pretty please?!?!
jackchampion WITH A CHERRY ON TOP
| y/nnn763 ofc anything for you pookie đ
| jackchampion Nvm I kinda like the picture it can stay up
| y/nnn763 ?!
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jackchampion I donât post a lot of cute stuff of her so â¤ď¸
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y/nnn763 you really have a way with words Champion
| jackchampion Thanks babe đ
| y/nnn763 ofc my sweetiepie snookum cutie bear
| jackchampion Youâre disgusting. JUST GIVE ME A NORMAL NICKNAME
| y/nnn763 Okay Jackie Bear đĽş
| jackchampion Get off Instagram permanently
devynnekoda cutiesss!
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y/nnn763 heâs sleeping đ¤Ť
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jasminsavoybrown This is both creepy and cute
| y/nnn763 Thanks! :)
| jasminsavoybrown â¤ď¸
masonthegooding Pour water on him
| y/nnn763 YES THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA
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jackchampion As much as we like to joke on here I really do love her. This girl means the world to me! @ y/nnn763
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y/nnn763 AWWEEEE
y/nnn763 youâre so cringeee
y/nnn763 BUT I LOVE YOUUU
champi0n671 AW
usernothere72 WHEN IS IT MY TURN
ethansgirl did she make you post this?
| jackchampion Yes.
| y/nnn763 THIS RESPONSE DEFEATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF YOUR POST
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y/nnn763 heâs lurking.. @ jackchampion
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jackchampion I want everyone to know that she told me, âGo hide in the bushes and look creepy for Instagram!â
| y/nnn763 No I didnât!
| jackchampion Yes you did! You sounded like a mom while you said it too
| y/nnn763 I donât know what that is supposed to mean but I donât want to hear it from someone who dresses like a middle aged dad
| jackchampion Iâm abt to go to your room and tackle you
| y/nnn763 DO IT!!! you wont đ
| user782 itâs been five minutes, any updates??
| y/nnn763 update: he did indeed tackle me âźď¸
MORE COMMENTS THAN I USUALLY DO SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY LMAO and tyvm @sewnwires for helping me with some of the images!! I will def make another part with some of the other images you sent <33
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NCT Reaction:
Sitting on their lap during car ride
MINORS DNI!!
warning** smutty
a/n: Happy Valentines, here some smutty reactions đthis is literally one of my favorite smut trope btw ^ ^
{dreamie masterlist}
Mark:
he could not believe this was happening to him
Mark made the mistake of telling Johnny that he started to have feelings for you
He told Jonny because he always tells Johnny everything!
But Johnny already knew mark had a crush on you. Itâs not his fault Mark is just so easy to read.
He knew Mark wouldnât do anything about it so he had to do something đŤŁ
Johnnyâs plan was simple, force you two to be close.
You and Mark didnât bat an eye when Johnnyďżź suggestedďżź a small road trip
What you didnât expect was there to be only 6 seats and 7 people.
Johnny was driving and Jaehyun was already in the passager seat. Doyoung, Taeyong, and Jungwoo already called dibs on the middle row.
That means you and Mark had to squish yourselves into the small back seat of the car.Â
Youâre probably thinking, the backseat is enough for two people to sit in!
Not when Johnny insisted on putting the two connected seats down to fit his huge cooler.
âWhere am I supposed to sitâ You questioned raising your eyebrow at Johnny.
âIâm not moving my cooler, so better hurry up and get comfortable on Markâs lapâ Johnny insisted, pushing you towards the car.
Once you were somewhat comfortable on Markâs lap you decided to put some headphones on and rest your head on Markâs shoulder. Quickly falling to sleep.
You woke up to Mark lightly shaking your shoulder.
âJohnny decided to stop at a rest stop, do you need to use the bathroom?â
You looked around noticing all the guys have left the car. You turn your body to look at Mark when you notice he was blushing. You didnât realize why until you moved to get up. Stopping when you felt something touch your butt.
Quickly you sat back down on Mark, which resulted in a moan.
Shocked you looked at Mark, he had his eyes closed and his lip between his teeth.
Without saying another word you moved your hips
Which resulted in another moan from Mark.
âWe donât have much time please keep movingâ Mark groans putting his hands on your hip to help you move faster.
Renjun:
Renjun was surprised when you sat on his lap and started to explain there was no room left.
This is really surprising to him because why did you pick him? You were a lot closer with other members.
But hey, hes not complaining!
Even the other members were surprised to see you on Renjunâs lap.
âIâm not sitting on any of you guysâ laps! Youâre all perverts!â you waved your finger at all of them.
Jaemin started to laugh, which made all the other members laugh too.
You turned your face towards renjun. âYouâre the best choice out of all of themâ.
The car ride was calm up until the driver wanted to take a short cut. Which meant taking a dirt road.
Once the first bump hit, you felt renjunâs arms tighten around your waist.
You wiggled your body a little bit because you started to fall off of him.
âPlease stop movingâ Renjun whimpered
Your eyes widened when you felt why he wanted you to stop moving.
You started to hear a small giggle from behind you.
âIâm a man y/n, I canât help it!â
You looked around the car to see if anyone was watching you two.
 Luckily all of them were either asleep or had headphones on.
You then turned back around putting your lips near renjunâs ear
âI knew you were a pervâ you whispered, lightly grinding down on him.
Jeno:
He thought you and Haechan had something going on. So when there werenât enough seats in the car, he thought it was obvious. You were going to sit on Haechanâs lap.Â
When you were shoved onto his lap, he was beyond confused.Â
âYouâre making my legs hurt!â Haechan whined.Â
âIâm sorry, he didnât even ask if you were okay with me sitting on your lap.â You apologized putting your head into his chest because you were embarrassed.Â
This made Jeno giggle. â I donât mind.âÂ
When about 5 minutes passed of Jeno showing you funny pictures on his phone, Haechan sighed âOkay, my legs are better.â while grabbing your arm to pull you back on him.Â
But you shooed his hand away
âI said my legs feel better now.â Haechan pouted, pulling you off Jeno.Â
Instead of letting Haechan pull you back, you pulled your arm out of his grip and fell back into Jenoâs lap.Â
As you landed you heard a low groan, Jeno lifted his head and quickly looked around to make sure no one else heard it.Â
Thankfully no one but you heard it.Â
Haechan huffed out a small âfineâ before turning away from you two.Â
You brought your lips to Jenoâs ear âdid I hurt you?â You whispered.Â
âyes, but it felt so good..âÂ
You positioned yourself better on his lap.Â
your eyes widened and your face grew red when you noticed a certain problem in his pants. Â
âIâm sorry.â Jeno hid his face in your neck.Â
As you were about to respond, the driver pulled into a small gas station.Â
You leaned down to whisper in Jenoâs ear once more. âLetâs go fix that problem.â
Jenoâs eyes widened and he let out a small âplease!â
Haechan:
You weren't really close to any of the 127 members. Only knowing them because you were friends with Haechan and the Dreamies.
When Haechan heard Taeyong wanted to have a road trip to a camping sight he found, he automatically asked if you could go since some members already said they didnât want to go.Â
Taeyong at first said no because it was supposed to be a group bonding thing. But when Doyoung brought up the fact Haechan wouldnât annoy them as much with you there, Taeyong quickly told Haechan to invite you.
You were excited to get closer to the 127 members and spend the time camping with Haechan.Â
After your roommate dropped you off at the guys' dorm, you quickly said your goodbyes. Turning to Haechan helping Johnny pack the car with stuff.Â
âHope you know we only have a few tents, so we have to share a tent.â Haechan shot you a wink.Â
âMaybe I should just go back home.â You joked.Â
âNooooâ Haechan whined, you shot him a playful wink back and moved to hand him your bag so he can find a spot to put it.Â
You noticed all the seats beside the one in the back and the front seat open. Assuming the front seat is for Johnny, you were confused.Â
âUmm why is there only one seat left?â you questioned furrowing your eyebrows.
âGuess we're not only sharing a tent today!â Haechan joked.Â
Rolling your eyes you waited for him to sit down.Â
You were already regretting coming.Â
Once the drive started, it wasnât that bad.Â
What you didnât know was Haechan was fighting himself.Â
He felt like he had a little devil and angel on his shoulder. One tells him to pull you closer and the other one tells him not to risk it.Â
But he didnât care what his angel was telling him, already snaking his arms around you to pull you closer.Â
You jolted in shock. Making Haechan let out a small groan.Â
Once you realized he was being a horny bastard you decided to tease him. Rubbing yourself into him.
He grabbed your hips to help you move a little faster. When you randomly stopped. resulting in him letting out a small whine.Â
âIf you be good and wait Iâll stay in a tent with you.â
Jaemin:
When there werenât any more seats available, Jaemin offered to share his seat.
You thanked him and placed yourself on his lap.
You knew you messed up when you looked at Jeno and he winked while moving his eyebrows up and down.
You turned your attention back to Jaemin when he took his right arm and wrapped it around your waist.
He then took his phone out of his pocket to watch tiktoks, while resting his head on your shoulder.
The car ride wasnât bad at all, it was filled with different conversations and laughter.
It wasnât until a certain bump in the road made you hyper-aware of your position on Jaemin
You felt something poking at your butt. You turned to Jaemin and started to giggle.
âWhatâs poking me?â you whispered, not wanting all eyes to be on you two
âoh sorry itâs just my phoneâ He laughed turning to look around the car.
âJaemin, your phone is in your hand..â
He starts to laugh again âwhat do you want me to say y/nnnnâ he whined.
You decided to test the waters, grinding your body slowly into Jaemin.Â
Jaemin reached under your skirt, silently thanking the fact you brought a small blanket to cover your legs.Â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game y/n.âÂ
Chenle:
Ten invited you and Chenle to hang out.Â
It was a little awkward because they were catching up and you felt out of place, wondering why you were invited in the first place.
Well, Ten knew Chenle had the biggest crush on you but was a coward.Â
So he decided to help Chenle without him knowing.Â
Once you all finished your food, Ten asked if youâd ever been to the new museum that just opened up.Â
He was shocked (Not really) when you and Chenle both have never gone.Â
Insisting you all go right now!
The problem? You and Chenle walked and Ten drove a two-seater car.
You told Ten that you could always go another day, but Ten whined about not knowing when his next vacation was. Â
Chenle already got into the car and motioned you to sit on his lap.Â
âFine, just make sure you donât get into an accident.â You shot Ten a glare.Â
Ten laughed before getting into the driver's seat.Â
The drive was nice, up until Ten started to show off how fast his car can go.Â
Forcing Chenle to hold you in a tighter grip and closer to his body.Â
âHold onâ Ten quickly said. Starting to go even faster, pushing your body into Chenleâs.Â
You felt something twitch but you did have much time to speak because Ten was taking a sharp turn causing you to grab to the car door.Â
â Weâre here!â Ten smiled while parking and then getting out of the car.Â
You turned to look at Chenle, but his eyes were closed and he let out a whisper of small curses.Â
You turn your head to look for Ten, noticing he was nowhere to be seen.Â
Turning your head back to Chenle, you smiled âI think you enjoyed that a little too much.â You laughed nodding your head down at his now-tight jeans.Â
âThank god Ten has tinted windows,â Chenle spoke before grabbing your face and pulling you in a rough kiss.Â
Jisung:
There wasnât enough room for everyone to fit into the van.
You offered to order a Uber or a Lyft but since Jisung invited you he felt guilty. Offering to give up his own seat for you.
You told him it was fine and he didnât have to give up his seat
But since he didnât want to take no for an answer, you pushed him back into his seat and sat on his lap.
You made sure there was room in between, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
You turned to Jisung and his face was bright red. Thatâs when you heard a bunch of whistles.
(he grew up around guys so this is the most action he has ever got)
You gave the other members a glare. âoh shut up, arenât you all supposed to be adults!â
The ride was a little awkward because Jisung didnât really say anything unless he was spoken too
This was fine but even when you started talking to him, he only gave you short responses.
Once the driver took a sharp turn, you grabbed onto Jisungâs thigh to keep you in place.
You turned to apologize but instead, you heard a quiet moan.
You were shocked when you repositioned yourself on his lap.
He had a littleâŚbig⌠problem
Before you could say anything the car stopped and everyone started to get out of the car.
You turned to Mark and spoke with an innocent smile âJisung and I are going to stop at the convenience store first, donât wait up!â
Once everyone was out of the car, Jisung spoke up âPlease start moving againâ
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Single mom!Reader meeting Hawk while he's hosting training at the park with his students. They cross paths when her three year old daughter runs into the middle of his lesson. He has to stop the lesson before the toddler gets accidentally kicked in the face. He crouches down to get the little girls attention and she's so excited.
"Whoa, what's your name, little lady?" He asks.
She giggles. "Daisy."
"Well, where's your mommy, Daisy?"
She points over at her mama, who is trying to keep up with another three year old, her twin brother. She's curvy with perfect hips and nice tits. She's struggling with her son, who's literally running circles around her. She manages to catch him and pick him up. He squeals and laughs as she realizes she's missing one of her set.
Hawk picks up Daisy and tells his class to stay put. He walks over to Reader, who is starting to freak out.
"Hey!" he shouts softly.
Reader looks up and Daisy shouts. "Mama! Mama!"
Hawk meets her where she stands and hands over the toddler. "She's a little firecracker."
"Don't I know it," Reader chuckles. She holds her twins and they giggle and cling to her. "Thank you for finding her. I didn't even realize she'd run off. I mean, one moment she was right beside me and the next she wasn't."
She kisses her babies heads and they giggle. Then Daisy takes something out of her pocket and holds it out to Hawk. It's a shiny rock.
"Thank you."
He takes it and smiles. "You're welcome, little lday."
She giggles and Reader is a little đ. She can't help it. He's great with kids and smoking hot. How is she supposed to act in front of this guy? It was a little hard not to swoon but then she remembered she had two toddlers on her hips and she looks down.
"Well, I'm sorry for pulling you away from your class," she says, looking over at the teenagers watching them. She looks up at Hawk with a smile. "We won't bother you again."
"You're not bothering me," he tells her.
She smiles but then one of his students yells, "Hey, Sensei! You gonna keep ogling or are we free to go?"
He looks over and glares at them. "Whoever said that, give me laps around the park!"
The kid groans and and starts running.
Reader looks at Hawk and raises an eyebrow. "Sensei?"
"Karate," he tells her and smiles at her. "I'm Hawk."
"Caw caw!" Reader's son says. It makes his sister laugh.
"That's right, buddy," Hawk says and laughs.
"Since we're sharing names, I'm Reader and this is Darcy and-"
"Daisy!" Her daughter shouts, laughing.
Hawk and Reader laugh as the toddlers squeal and giggle. It's cute. They've officially hit it off and Hawk's students are watching, they see it. They know their sensei has the hots for young moms đ¤ and he's not going to live it down for weeks...
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