#this is a long one so it took awhile sorry for posting it late

[feelingsdumpcaptain]

her heart isn't gone

A/N: this is literally just a bunch of drabbles put into one post :') and yes, maybe i was listening to his car isn't yours on repeat as i worked on this. i haven't written in awhile so i'm a little rusty but i can't keep editing this so sorry for any inconsistencies.

Words: 8.6k (haha whoops!)

Emily briskly makes her way toward the cafe near the hotel, hoping to get a chance at a pastry. She could feel the sun warming her back and she regrets the blazer thrown over her longsleeve. It was peak summer and the team arrived in Carmel late last night so the heat hadn’t set in yet. Now that she feels the heat early this morning, she wonders how much warmer it can get.

She tugs on the cafe door, the smell of freshly baked goods surrounding her. Her mouth waters and her stomach rumbles as she considers the different options.

Lemon blueberry muffin, almond croissant, cheese strudel, banana bread…

She decides on the lemon blueberry muffin but just as she’s about to ask for it, she watches as they take the last one and place it into a bag. Her eyes follow, seeing them hand it over to a woman at the register and sighs. 

Emily makes her way to the front and glances at the coffee menu. “Hi, one salted cream vanilla latte and an almond croissant, please.” 

Once she pays, she steps off to the side and pulls out her phone to check for any messages. 

JJ (5:53 AM): Is anyone up for a run? Morgan (6:03 AM):  Sorry, some of us have already finished our workout ;) Garcia (8:48 AM): Do you people ever sleep???

Emily huffs a small laugh. She goes to reply but hears her name called for her order and puts her phone away. She grabs her drink and croissant and goes to throw a ‘thanks!’ over her shoulder as she heads out. As excited as she is about her drink, it’s short-lived when she feels herself bump into someone else. She only loses her breath from the impact but the coffee in her hand falls from her grip and spills.

She glances down and her eyes meet yours, the one who took the last lemon blueberry muffin. Emily can admit she finds you pretty, even with the dazed look on your face as you look up at Emily. She can feel the heat rush to her face when she realizes she’s just been staring and offers her hand to help you up. 

“Are you alright?” Emily asks, giving a gentle tug. Her eyes scan your clothes. “Did the coffee spill on you?”

You shake your head, cheeks going pink. “I’m okay, thank you. No coffee stains either.”

Emily’s chest flutters at the flush on your cheeks, keeping her smile small. “As long as you’re not hurt.”

You wave your hand. “Really, I’m okay. Just embarrassed. Here.” You hold out the white paper bag, and Emily realizes it’s the muffin she wanted.

“Oh, no. I can’t.”

“I insist! Please. You spilled your coffee. Or I could buy you another?”

Emily glances at her watch and winces. “I don’t think I have enough time to wait for another one. It’s okay.”

You push the bag into Emily’s free hand. “Take it. It’s delicious. They’re known for these muffins here.” 

“Oh, okay. Thank you, then. I’m still really sorry about bumping into you. I guess I wasn’t paying much attention.” 

“No worries. I could say the same for myself.” You rub the back of your neck. “I’m kinda known for being clumsy around town. Anyway, I better go before I embarrass myself even more. If you see me here again, let me know and I’ll buy you your coffee!” You give Emily a small wave and head out. 

*

Emily leans back in her seat, glancing out of the cafe window. She arrived earlier than expected, and the cafe was still quiet. She was able to grab two of the lemon blueberry muffins right as they came out of the oven, two resting on the table. She could feel the chill in the air, but her iced latte probably didn’t help.

She hears the bell over the door ring, her eyes glancing over. Her eyes meet yours, a small smile on her lips.

“You’re here early.” You sit across from her and reach for one of the muffins.

“More like late night. I haven’t exactly slept yet, but I didn’t want to risk sleeping through the morning.”

You grin and bat your eyelashes. “Aw, you didn’t want to miss our morning munchies?”

Emily lets out a huff. “Please don’t call it that.”

“But that’s what we do.” You take a bite of the muffin, glancing at the iced coffee Emily held onto. “Is that your salted cream latte?”

Emily’s eyes narrow, pulling the drink a bit closer to her. “Maybe. Why?”

Your eyes go wide and your lips pull into a small pout. “Can I have a sip?”

“What? Why? You don’t even like the cream on top! You’ve tried this latte multiple times and each time, you say you don’t like it.” 

“What if I change my mind this time?”

Emily laughs. “You won’t.”

*

“Are you following me?”

Emily rolls her eyes. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I live here so I should be asking you that question.” You bump your shoulder into Emily, a smile on your face. “Who told you about my secret getaway?”

Emily laughs. “Secret getaway? It’s the beach.”

“Yeah, but this spot in particular. It’s away from the main boardwalk and it’s hidden.” 

Emily grins, leaning into you. “I have my ways.”

“Uh-huh. So you are stalking me.”

“Stalking? Please, you flatter yourself.”

You let out a small laugh, enjoying the warmth from Emily’s body. “I’m surprised you’re not working. How did you get a Saturday night off?”

“Told ‘em I had a hot date.”

*

“Hey, I wanted to tell you something.” Emily rubs at the inside of her wrist, just below her watch. She tries to look at you but can’t bring herself to, focusing on the empty plate between them. 

“What’s up?” You wipe at the table with a napkin, gathering the crumbs into a single spot.

“Well, we caught the guy last night so I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Oh.” You pause and look at Emily. “How soon?”

“Two hours?” Emily winces at the look on your face. “I’m sorry. We’re very… we move around, and fast.”

You can only nod.

“It’s not like I haven’t been enjoying our… us. I just can’t stay.”

“No, I understand. I mean, I knew that from the start. I just wasn’t expecting you to leave so fast after you caught him. I thought you might get like, a day or two off.”

“As nice as that sounds, that rarely happens. You know what they say.”

“...What?”

Emily sits up straight and clears her throat, her voice lowering. “Crime never sleeps.”

You groan. “Ew, don’t ever say that again, please.”

*

“Hey, are you up for drinks tonight?” 

Emily glances up from her computer screen, finding JJ leaning against her desk.

“Ah, not tonight. I’ve… got plans.” Emily hopes JJ doesn’t push but this is the third time she’s missed out on drinks with the team. “Next time?”

JJ’s eyes narrow, staring at Emily.

“Stop trying to profile me.”

“Only if you tell me why you haven’t been out with us for the past three Friday nights. The first time, fine, we get it. The second time, it’s a little suspicious. But the third time? You are not getting out of it without an explanation. I will tell Garcia on you.”

Emily huffs, leaning back into her chair. “I have plans.” She holds a finger up. “That I cannot cancel or reschedule.”

“Uh-huh. And does it, by any chance, have anything to do with a certain woman from a certain beach town we may have been in recently?” JJ’s smirking now, arms crossed. “And it wouldn’t be because she’s been visiting every weekend since then, would it?”

Emily only gapes at her. “How— who told you that? How do you even know about her?”

JJ shrugs. “I went on a run every morning there that no one ever showed up for. I ran through the whole town eventually and may have seen you at the same cafe around the same time with the same woman.”

“If you know, then why are you asking?”

“I didn’t but you just confirmed it for me.” JJ taps her desk with her knuckles before heading out. “Well, maybe next week you’ll bring her along. Goodnight, Emily!”

Emily only groans, dropping her head into her hands.

*

You step out onto the sidewalk, waving to the doorman. It was almost 8 and Emily was on her way. Your heart flutters in anticipation and you rock back and forth on your feet as you wait. 

The sight of headlights coming down the street catches your attention, and you follow with your eyes as it approaches. You recognize the Jeep and get in, eyes meeting Emily’s. 

“Hi,” you breathe out, hand brushing against the one resting the gear shift.

Emily gives you a small kiss on the edge of your lips, letting out a quiet hello before leaning back into her seat. “Ready?” 

Your seatbelt clicks into place. “Uh-huh. Where are we going on this exhilarating Friday night?”

“Exhilarating? I was thinking of taking you to my place to crochet.”

“Emily.” 

“What? You don’t want to spend quality time with me? Not to mention Sergio is just dying to meet you.” She pulls away from the curb, eyes focused.

“Oh, are you ready to introduce me to your family?” You tease, leaning close enough for her to feel your breath on her cheek. “Are we taking that next step so soon? You haven’t even taken me to bed yet.”

Emily’s hand immediately falls onto your thigh, her grip tight. “Don’t start.” She hesitates, before coming to a stop in a parking lot. “But… what do you think about it?” 

You abruptly pull away from her, eyebrows raised. “What do I think about meeting your family? Emily, we haven’t even… it’s only been–”

“No! No, I don’t mean my family. Well, I mean I do but I don’t mean my parents. I meant more like my team.” Emily grabs your hand, pulling it close to her lips. “I haven’t told them anything but they have their suspicions.”

“God, Em, don’t scare me like that.” You let out a shuddered breath, closing your eyes. “Why do you want me to meet them suddenly?”

“Just… it would be nice, I think, if I could spend time with the people I care most altogether?” She glances at you, eyes wide.

“Oh, you’re good.” 

*

You felt a paw lightly pat your face, the fur tickling your nose.

“Sergio, please. Five more minutes,” you groan. You turn over in bed, trying to bury your face in the pillow that still smells like Emily’s shampoo.

You hear a laugh from the other side of the room. “You should know better than that.”

“He’s your son, why isn’t he bothering you instead?”

“Because he knows that I have to get ready for work.” You hear Emily shuffling in her closet. “Hey, have you seen that blue button-up of mine, by chance?”

You pause, looking down at your body wearing that exact button-up. You pull the blanket up higher. “Uh, no, I haven’t. Might be in the dirty laundry pile? I can start it today while you’re at work.” 

“Yeah, that’d be great.” She grunts, putting her shoes on. “Also, what do you think we should have for dinner?”

“Whatever you want, babe.” You sigh, realizing sleep is no longer coming. 

Emily chuckles, sitting next to you. “I’ll see you later, okay? It’s supposed to be quick.” She presses a kiss onto your forehead. “And maybe we can…” 

You smack her with her pillow. “Let you in my pants one time and now it’s all you think about. Get outta here.”

She laughs, resting her body on top of yours. 

“Em! Please, I can’t breathe.” You push at her shoulders, laughing.

“You seem to be breathing just fine.” She relaxes her body even more, letting her full weight rest on you. “And I’ll have you know that you seduced me!”

“That’s not true! You’re the one who wined and dined me, showing off your fancy wine knowledge and your fancy French.”

“Fancy French?” Emily chuckles, rolling her eyes. “It’s just French, babe.”

She pushes herself up, adjusting her shirt before her eyes land on you. “Hey, that’s my shirt!”

“Oops?”

“You’re lucky I think you’re so cute.”

*

It starts with a small itch on your cheek during dinner that you brushed off. As you lean back into your seat as Emily drives, eyes drooping, you think it might be a stray hair tickling your face. Emily’s talking about possibly going out for drinks tomorrow night with her team but you’ve started to rub at your eyes. 

“Hey, you okay?” Emily’s brows furrow, watching you unable to keep your hands from your face. 

“I’m okay, my face just feels a little funny.” The skin of your face actually feels so tight, especially when you try to smile. “Hey, Em…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Was there, by any chance, Thai eggplant in any of our dishes tonight?”

“I think the curry did. Why?” 

You huff out a laugh. “Oh no.” 

“Oh no, what? Should I be taking you to the ER?” Her voice is rising in pitch, eyes darting to try and think of the nearest ER. “Baby, you’re allergic? Why didn’t you tell me before? Oh God, do you need me to grab an EpiPen? Do you even have one?”

“Relax, Emily, I’m fine, and no need for an EpiPen. I’ll be okay, it’ll go away on its own. I’ll pop a Claritin and I should be okay.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re allergic? Are you allergic to anything else?” Emily’s biting onto her lower lip, eyes glancing over to you every few minutes. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the ER?”

“I’m sure, but thank you for caring. And no, as far as I’m aware, I’m not allergic to anything else. I do try to stay away from fava beans though. Not allergic but it does make me feel nauseous.”

“Fava beans? What the hell are those?”

“It’s usually in like hummus and falafel, but I think you can make them into a dish itself? Not sure, but again, I stay away from it in general.”

“So hummus and falafel are banned from my house, got it.” 

“Emily, don’t be ridiculous. You can have those in your house, they’re not going to kill me.” You pat her thigh. “Thank you for your concern though.”

“What if you accidentally eat it?”

“Emily,” you chuckle. “What’s the hummus going to do, open its container, scoop itself onto a spoon, and force its way into my hand?”

*

You spin yourself around in Emily’s chair, staring at the ceiling and wondering what movie to watch tonight. It’d been a long day for you, your flight being delayed stranding you at the airport for a few hours. By the time your plane landed, it was late, and there weren’t many cabs around. It felt like every part of your trip was a challenge, and you were just glad to finally be near Emily.

You glance at the meeting room she’s in and can only wonder what she’s discussing with Hotch that has her looking so troubled. 

“Oh, Y/N, you’re here! How was the flight?” Penelope leans against Emily’s desk. “I saw it was delayed.”

“You saw?” You shake your head. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

Penelope grins, sending you a wink. “You should know better.”

“The flight was okay, definitely felt longer than usual. Then when I get here, there’s like no cabs at the airport. Which, fine, I get it, it’s late but seriously? And then when I try to get an Uber, the price is like triple the usual rate!” You roll your eyes, leaning back in the chair. “I should’ve just rented a car.”

“Well, at least you made it. Are we seeing you at all this weekend or is Emily hogging you for the whole time?” 

“Ah, well, I guess that’s up to Emily. I’m up for a girl’s night this weekend.” You tap at your chin. “There is a cocktail lounge I’ve been wanting to try but I think they’re only accepting reservations.” 

“Hm, interesting. I’m not making any promises but I’m gonna try and work some magic and see if I can get us on the list.” Penelope wiggles her eyebrows. “All you have to do is convince your big, bad girlfriend to say yes to sharing you.” 

“Not a chance, Garcia.” Emily’s standing behind her, arms crossed. 

“Aw, but Emily! We haven’t seen Y/N in so long and you always keep her to yourself every weekend.” 

“Yeah, Emily, stop hogging me,” you tease, leaning forward onto her desk.

She throws her hands up. “Fine, we can do a girl's night. Pick a place and time, Pen, but tonight, we’re busy.” Emily tugs at your arm, pulling you to the exit.

“Goodnight, Penelope! Let me know about the cocktail lounge!” You wave, happy to be dragged away.

Once you get into Emily’s car, you can’t help but look at her and grin. “You don’t have to be so jealous, you know.”

She scoffs. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous? You’re not secretly dating Penelope or JJ.” She pauses. “Are you?”

“I don’t know, am I?” 

Emily pinches your cheek. “Don’t be a smartass.”

“You love that about me.” You freeze, heat rushing to your face and the tips of your ears going pink. “Emily, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking–”

“I do. Love you, I mean. Granted, I didn’t think this was when I would tell you this. Maybe at a nice dinner or home but… I do.” 

“Home?” You stare at her, heart stuttering. “You love me?”

“So much,” Emily breathes out. 

You can only smile, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “You’re something else, Emily Prentiss, but I love you too.”

*

“So… what are your thoughts on being neighbors?” You focus on the book in your hands, refusing to look at Emily beside you on the couch.

“Excuse me?” She lays her book down and turns to face you. “Neighbors?”

You hesitate before looking at her. “My contract in Carmel is ending and I’ve been offered an analyst position with the city. Here. I haven’t accepted yet because I wanted to talk to you about it first.”

She frowns, grabbing your hand. “Y/N… if it’s a great opportunity, you should take it regardless of my opinion.”

“I know but I don’t want to make it seem like I’m… being pushy? Or rushing you? It’s one thing to date someone long distance, it’s another to be in the same city.”

“Shouldn’t I be happy that I get to see you more often than just weekends?” She tilts her head. “Not only that, but if you don’t accept this position, doesn’t that mean you won’t have a job?”

“That’s not my point, Em. I just mean that maybe you might feel… suffocated. With me, here. Yes, we love each other but–”

“No buts.” She presses her finger against your lips. “But I’m hurt that you’re planning to be my neighbor.”

“What do you mean? You want me to live on the other side of town or something?” You grab her hand and move it to your lap. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“No, I mean, why wouldn’t you just be my roommate?”

You splutter. “Excuse me? You want me to move in?”

“Well, it’d make sense, wouldn’t it? If you got a place, we’d just be going back and forth between the two. Not to mention paying an unnecessarily ridiculous price for a place.” Emily begins to list the reasons on her fingers. “We have dinner together every night you’re here, you currently don’t have a car, this house is decently close to the city office, and I have the room for you. Obviously.” She leans back against the couch, letting out a relaxed sigh, and closes her eyes. “Any other concerns?”

You can only gape at her, at a loss for words.

“Now the real question is this: how much are they offering you to take the job with the city?” She opens her eyes to look at you. “Baby?”

You shake your head. “Their initial offer is for $175,000.”

“Christ, for maps?!”

“Hey! You use maps at your job all the time so you’re welcome. And I said it’s their initial offer. I’d technically be considered a senior analyst, so it’s closer to $200,000.” 

Emily’s eyes roll back. “God, keep talking dirty to me.”

“Em!” You tug at her ear gently. “You’re so annoying.”

*

You can barely hear the knock over the music you have playing, but you’ve been expecting it. Swinging the door open, you find JJ and Henry standing with bags over their shoulders.

“Ah, my royal guests have arrived for the night.” You step aside to let them in, locking the door behind them. “Are we hungry yet?”

JJ groans. “Please tell me you made what I think you made.”

You turn the volume down on the sound system low enough to not have to yell. “That depends. What are you hoping I made?”

Henry wraps himself around your legs. “Pasta chicken, please.”

You gasp. “How did you know I made pesto chicken? Do you have superpowers?” You look up at JJ. “You can put your stuff in the guest room if you’d like. Or we can set up in the living room?”

“No, the guest room is great. I’ll be right back.” She grabs Henry’s bag from the floor and heads down the hallway.

“Alright, my dude, let’s check on the food. And I made brownies for dessert.” You guide Henry toward the kitchen, stomach grumbling. “Emily also better get her butt here sooner than later, or else.”

“Or else what?” 

You jump, hand flying to your chest. “JJ, please, not everyone is an FBI agent!” 

She lets out a laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Habit, I guess. Did you need any help?”

You wave her off. “Nah, I got it. I have drinks in the fridge if you want some. There’s beer, wine, soda, and j-u-i-c-e.”

“Sounds good. Want me to grab you anything?” JJ tugs the fridge open, pursing her lips. “How’s the wine?”

“Don’t know, it’s Emily’s.” You let out a small laugh. “Feel free to open it.”

She shakes her head, pulling the bottle of wine out and a juice for Henry. “Her loss, I guess.”

“Whose loss?”

You both jump this time. “Christ, Emily!” You rub your temples. “I’m not going to survive like this. I feel like my heart’s restarted so many times since moving in.”

“Well, maybe if you listened to me about the music volume, you wouldn’t be so jumpy.” She tugs you close. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.”

You roll your eyes. “You know how I feel about music.”

“You have it on so you don’t feel lonely when you’re home alone,” Emily and JJ both recite. 

“Wow.” You scoff. “I don’t say it that often!”

JJ leans down to hand Henry his juice, wiping the condensation on her pants. “You don’t have to. It’s always on when we come over.”

“And it’s always on when I come home from work.”

“Well, it’s better than just sitting here in silence by myself.”  

Emily smiles, heading to the fridge. “I know you don’t like when it’s too quiet. It’s okay.”

*

Emily’s chin drops down to her chest and lets out a heavy sigh. She was late, much later than she told you. She rubs at the ridges of her house key feeling like a stone sat in her stomach. Things have been somewhat tense the past few weeks and she knows she hasn’t made it better. This is the fifth Friday night she’s missed, and it doesn’t help that it was your anniversary tomorrow. 

She’d promised you she’d be home early but the team caught a case right after lunch. She tried to keep you updated throughout the day but by the time it hit midnight, you stopped replying. Emily pushes her way in, instantly rearming the alarm. Setting her bags down on the small side table, she heads further in, ears straining to hear for any movement.

She notes the lack of music and wonders how long it’s been off. By the time she makes it to the bedroom, she’s shed her shoes and blazer. Emily sighs once more when she sees you asleep in bed, Sergio curled onto the pillow beside you. 

She makes her way to the closet, shuffling through to grab some pajamas. She can shower tomorrow morning, and maybe she can make it up to you and have you join her.

“When did you get in?”

Emily’s heart jumps as she turns to look at the bed. You’re still curled beneath the blankets but your eyes are staring straight at her.

“I’m just getting in,” she breathes out. Emily pulls her button-up and bra off, exchanging them for a large t-shirt. “Did I wake you?”

“No, Sergio did.” You glance over to the cat that’s now made himself comfortable halfway onto your forehead. “Everything at work okay?”

“Yeah, just got unlucky. We caught a case right after lunch.” She tugs her slacks off and settles into bed beside you. “Didn’t make much progress either, but the amount of bodies we kept finding were… a lot.”

You let out a quiet hum. “Make a profile yet?”

Emily shakes her head, rolling over to face you. “No, not yet. We’re missing something but we just haven’t found it yet.” She stares at you, hesitating just a bit. “I’m sorry about tonight.”

“It’s okay, Em, it’s work.” 

“It’s not though. This isn’t the first one I’ve missed, and I’m sorry. I know it might feel like I’m not trying but I promise that I am.” She reaches for your waist, pulling you close. “And I don’t want you to think that I’m avoiding you or anything like that.” 

“Emily, I mean it. I know how your job works. I’m not mad at you. Am I a little sad and disappointed? Anyone would be, but I’m not going to hold something like this over you. That’s like if you held a grudge against me every time I lose track of time when I’m working.” You tuck your face into her neck, breathing her in. “Just glad you’re okay.”

She squeezes you tight, letting her body relax. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

“I don’t know yet but I’ll figure it out. Maybe…” Emily bites her lip, thinking. “Maybe after the case though?”

“Of course, babe. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” You try to hold in your yawn, but Emily can feel it against her skin. 

“Go to bed. I’ll wake you up before I leave tomorrow.”

“Mm, tell me about your case. Not too many details though.”

Emily smiles, letting her eyes close. “You don’t wanna hear about what they did to the bodies and where we found them?”

You shudder. “God, no. Just wanna hear your voice.”

*

“Emily, hey. I’m glad you answered.” You stuff as many shirts as you can into the small luggage, holding your cell phone between your ear and shoulder. “Listen, something’s come up and I’m on my way to the airport.”

Emily ducks into an empty conference room, leaning against the door. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you want me to meet you at the airport?”

“No, that’s not necessary. My mom called me and– it’s nothing. Not anything bad but I just have to help her sort some stuff out.” You zipped the luggage up, doing a quick scan to make sure the windows were shut and Sergio’s water bowl was filled.

“You sure I can’t do anything?” Emily turns to look out the window, unaware that she’s started to bite the nail of her thumb. “We don’t have any pressing cases right now, I can meet you–”

“It’s okay, I promise. Stay.” You set the alarm and lock the door behind you. “Just… it’s my brother. He’s always had a tough time once he finished high school. He’s been doing good, but my mom is worried. I just need to see what’s happening and have it sorted. I should be back in a few days.”

“Y/N–”

“I’m sorry, Em, my mom’s calling. I’ll call you when I get there, okay?”

Emily sighs when the call disconnects, shoulders slumping. It’s been a good few weeks since your anniversary and things have been getting better, but it just feels like something’s been off. She makes her way back to her desk and opens a new window on her computer. 

This is wrong. You shouldn’t be looking him up. If she wanted you to know about him, she’d have told you by now. It can’t be that bad.

Emily groans, closing the window. 

“What’s wrong, my dark fairy?” Penelope perches herself on the edge of Emily’s desk. “Trouble in paradise? Don’t tell me Y/N’s still mad at you. Haven’t you been taking any of my advice? Groveling, presents, and ravishing her every chance you get?”

“Penelope, please, not so loud.” Emily shakes her head. “It’s not that. She said she had to fly home to handle some stuff that’s come up and she mentioned her brother. I don’t really know much about him and I was gonna…” Emily wiggles her fingers and points to the computer. “But I can’t bring myself to do it. That’s– I shouldn’t do that, right? It’s wrong?”

“Oh-ho-ho. The good ol’ dilemma of wanting to find out what’s going on vs. not betraying someone’s trust.” Penelope leans in, lowering her voice. “As a hacker, I say do it. As a friend…”

“As a friend, don’t?” 

Penelope darts her eyes to the computer. “I’d still do it, especially if I think it’s for someone’s safety or well-being!”

“Pen!” Emily drops her face into her hands. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Want me to?” 

Emily thinks about it for a few minutes, worrying what your reaction might be. “Just… If you do it and you don’t find anything pressing, don’t tell me that you did it. But if it’s something bad, then tell me. I need to know if I need to be there too.” 

“You got it, goth queen.”

*

“Happy birthday, Emily!” You lift Sergio from the floor and press his face against her cheek. “Welcome home. I hope you’re ready to celebrate.”

Emily smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Sergio’s head. “If that means relaxing on the couch with my two favorites, then I’m so ready.”

“Not just that but I also have some extra surprises in store for you.” You set Sergio into her arms and give her a quick peck. “I just need to grab them. You go get comfy and I’ll meet you in the living room?”

“It’s a date.” Emily watches you head to her office, shaking her head in disbelief. “Can’t believe that’s where she’s kept them hidden and I didn’t even think to look in there, Serg.” 

Emily places Sergio onto her bed as she goes to change into pajamas. She glances at the box at the top of her closet, wondering if today would be the day. 

“Em? You almost done?”

She lets out a breath, shaking her head. Not today. “Yeah, I’m just about finished. Be there in a sec.” 

Lowering herself down to her knees beside the bed, she brings her face close to the cat and lowers her voice. “Listen here, buddy. I’m going to need you to put in some work and be extra cute and irresistible. I’m going to need all the help I can get.” He only stares and blinks at her. 

“Oh my god, I’m losing it,” Emily mumbles, scooping Sergio back into her arms to head back to the living room. Her eyes widen when she sees the gifts on the small table. “Uh, Y/N? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who paid for a month-long trip for my birthday and didn’t let me chip in. We also flew first class, Em, first class.”

She scoffs, plopping down onto the couch. “That trust fund isn’t gonna use itself, so what better way than to spend it on you?”

You push her shoulder, settling in beside her. “I could say the same for myself, minus the trust fund. Do you wanna open gifts first or later?”

“Mm, later. I just wanna lay here with you.” 

“Any movie suggestions?”

“You pick.” She buries her face into your neck, closing her eyes. “It’s been a long day so nothing too heavy or intense, please.”

“Taxi?”

“Again?” 

“You said I could pick!” You poke at her side, scrolling through movies. “Do you wanna do a TV show instead?”

Emily only mumbles.

“Ah, yes. Thank you for that detailed and clear answer. That narrows down my search immensely. I have a top 3 for selection.”

“Stop being a smartass.”

You laugh, selecting Taxi anyway. The movie starts and as you both sit there, you can feel Emily’s body going lax. “Happy birthday, Emily,” you whisper. 

*

“No, Emily, absolutely not. You can’t drive like this!” You argue, holding her car keys close to your chest. “Hotch said you can take the rest of the week off, so why don’t you?”

Emily only gives you a look. 

“Uhg, I know. Can’t you just, I don’t know, get a ride from someone? I can call JJ and she can swing by?”

“I’m already up later than usual, Y/N. It’s 10. The day’s already started for the team a long time ago.”

You bite your lip, glancing at your computer. You don’t have any pressing deadlines coming up so you could technically take an early day. The real dilemma is getting Emily to agree.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” You straighten your shoulders and clear your throat. “And if you don’t agree, you’re going to have to think of another way to get to work.”

“I’m listening.”

“You let me drive you to work. I can take you now and pick you up later.”

Silence.

You can feel the heat spreading on your cheeks as you wait for Emily to say something, anything. “Em?”

“Nobody drives my Jeep but me.”

“Emily Prentiss, you literally got shot yesterday. If you think for one second I’m going to let you drive with an injury, you are out of your mind.”

She grits her teeth. “Y/N…”

“Emily.” You stare at her head-on. “If you love me as much as you say you do, you’ll let me do this for you.”

She dips her head, closing her eyes. “Fine, you can drive my Jeep but if you get a scratch on her, I’m putting my cold feet on you for a month!” Emily turns around with a huff, going to grab her work bag. 

*

You can’t help but admire the new ring that sits on your finger as you sit at your computer. It’s been two hours since you clocked in but you can’t concentrate. The butterflies in your stomach haven’t gone away since you woke up and Emily smiled at you. Biting your lip, you try and focus on the map in front of you. 

Your phone buzzes on the desk and you sigh. 

Emily ❣️(9:53 AM): Get to work.

You startle, looking around the office and debating on whether you should turn the music down or not. There’s no way she’d have cameras set up without telling you, would she?

You (9:55 AM): I don’t know what you mean 🙂 Emily ❣️ (9:59 AM): I know you. Now get to work. We can celebrate again when I get home 😜

You can feel the tips of your ears go pink, locking your phone and setting it face down on the desk. Instead of getting back to work, you open a new browsing window instead and immediately search for rings. You’ve yet to find one that would fit Emily, and it’s starting to feel like you’re going to have to make a custom piece. 

Your phone buzzes against the desk, causing you to jump. There’s no way you were getting anything done today. 

*

When you swing the door open to a red-eyed JJ, your stomach drops. The way she’s looking at you is something you’ve never wanted to experience. 

“JJ… don’t.” You shake your head, the ring on your finger feeling so, so heavy.

She takes in a deep breath, her voice shaky. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. She– they said she didn’t make it off the table.”

The only thing you can hear is the music you’ve been playing all day and the sound of your breathing. JJ is speaking to you, hands moving, but it’s like no words are coming out. You can’t process anything she’s saying and you can only stare into her eyes. 

JJ would never lie to you and she would never put you through this if she knew there wasn’t a possibility of Emily surviving. She’s guiding you back inside, her face tight. 

“Y/N?”

You look at her, finally taking her in. The tip of her nose was pink, her ponytail was a mess, and her shirt was rumpled.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m–” You’re at a loss for words, uncertain. 

“I asked if you wanted to stay with me.” JJ grabs onto your hands, her eyes roaming your face. “You don’t have to be alone tonight, or any night. I’m sure Henry would love to have you and Sergio over.” 

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. You don’t need to take care of one more person.” 

“Y/N, it’s okay, really.” JJ glances around, wincing. “I think it would be best. At least for one night? And then we can go from there, okay? If not for you, then for me.”

You sigh, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay. You stay right here. I’ll grab you a few things and then we can go, okay?”

As JJ makes her way into the bedroom, her eyes water. This is not how she wanted to find out the two of you got engaged over the weekend. Taking a deep breath, JJ is quick to grab a change of clothes and Sergio. She finds you still sitting on the couch, the music turned off. 

“Come on, let’s head out.” She squeezes your shoulder before handing you Sergio. 

You slowly stand, looking down at the black cat, realizing that he won’t understand why Emily will no longer be coming around. You take in a breath and blink back the tears as you move to turn the alarm on. “Are you sure, JJ? I can stay, really. I’m sure you’d like to be alone too–”

“I want you to come, Y/N. Please. I’d like to keep you close tonight.” JJ frowns, the indecision clear on her face. “I can’t tell you everything yet, but once things are settled, I promise I will. I just need to make sure you’re safe.”

The drive to JJ’s is a blur. It felt like it went by in the blink of an eye but at the same time, it felt like hours. As you both make your way to the front door, it feels like you’ve been awake for hours. Wasn’t it just this morning that you were making plans with Emily for Friday? You have a dentist appointment tomorrow, your mom wanted you to call her back, and there’s a deadline coming up– 

Your head throbs.

JJ pushes the door open, the lights off and the house is silent. “Well, looks like everyone’s asleep. Here.” She guides you to the guest room you frequented every girl’s night, not bothering to turn the light on. 

As you sit, you look at her once more. “JJ…”

“I know. I’m so sorry.” She presses a kiss to your forehead. “Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll figure things out, okay? And if you need me for anything, don’t hesitate to wake me.”

All you can do is nod as you lay down, tugging the blanket over you. “This is real, isn’t it, JJ?”

She pauses at the doorway. “Yeah, Y/N, it’s real.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “And she’s not coming back.”

“No,” she whispers.

You can feel the adrenaline and nerves finally hit, and somehow your eyes close.

* 

“I don’t know how that makes me feel! Isn’t that why I’m here?” You raise your eyes to Dr. Crane, the psychologist that JJ has been forcing you to go to. “I told you from the start that I didn’t think that this would help.”

Dr. Crane leans forward, setting her notebook aside. “Y/N, in the past two months, do you want to know what I’ve noticed about you?”

You throw your hands up, defeated. “Sure, why not?”

“You insist that being here wouldn’t help you but you come to every appointment. That’s three times a week, by the way. You start the session calmly, and as the questions progress, so does your anger.” She taps her desk with her pen. “Not only that, but you’ve been unable to say Emily’s name once in any session, you refuse to answer questions you don’t like the answer to, and you frequently try to change the subject when I ask about your engagement.”

You wince, glancing at the ring on your finger. “Not much to talk about. It didn’t last very long.” 

Oh, that one hurt. 

“Look, people grieve differently, right? This is how I’m doing it.” 

“And do you think that’s healthy? Being unable to say a name? Wearing a ring that you seem to resent whenever you talk about it?” You can feel yourself clenching your jaw as you look at your hands. “Are we finished for today?” You don’t wait for an answer, but stand and grab your things. 

“Y/N, a loss is something so many people experience but very little know how to process. If you continue this way, how long do you think you’ll last before you’re forced to confront it?”

You say nothing as you storm out of the office, the frustration building. JJ stands from the waiting room, a frown on her face as she sees your haste to leave. She looks back toward the office before following you with a sigh. 

“Y/N, you said you’d try–”

“This is me trying, JJ! I’m just– I’m not ready.” You stand on the sidewalk, staring at her. “I’m not ready to accept she’s gone. Every day I wake up, thinking that I had a bad dream. I look down at my finger and I see this ring and I wonder how much longer it’ll be until I can take it off without feeling like I’m trying to forget her.” 

JJ shakes her head, hand reaching for you. “We can find you another psychologist if you want. If you think Dr. Crane isn’t helping, then we can–”

You shake your head, taking a few steps back. “No, I know. I just– I need to be alone for a little while, okay? You’ve done a lot for me these past few weeks, JJ, and I appreciate that but I just need to think.”

“Let me drop you off, then. Where are you going?” 

“No, it’s fine. I can walk. Please, JJ. Just let me be alone for a little while. I promise I’ll be okay. I’ll call you?” You take a few more steps back before turning away.

“Y/N! You call me if you need a ride, okay?” 

You throw your hand up in acknowledgment as you briskly walk away from JJ, your head pounding. 

*

They’re everywhere. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, it’s like they follow you all day long. You know it’s not true, but that’s what it feels like. Just how many people actually drive Jeeps? Maybe you’ll look at some data later.

It’s like the car itself was following you, trying to force you to acknowledge it. None of them are her’s though. That one’s sitting in the parking garage, untouched. Over the past few months, you’ve thought about selling it but can’t bring yourself to actually do it. It’s not like you drive it, but it’s just one more thing to hold onto. 

You tap at your keyboard, the posting halfway finished. This is the fourth time you’ve tried to sell this Jeep but every time, something stops you. The first time, the wifi disconnected. The second time, Sergio jumped onto the desk and stepped onto the keyboard which caused the window to close. The third time, you kept getting interrupted by phone calls from work so you just gave up. But now? Now you don’t think you should sell it at all.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You buckle your seatbelt before looking at Emily.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She pulls away from the curb, the engine rumbling as she made her way to the highway.

“Why’d you get a Jeep?” 

Emily grins. “What’s wrong with my Jeep?”

“Nothing! Just… it’s not what I would expect from someone who works for the FBI. I feel like you’d have something more, I don’t know, practical? Discrete?” 

“How much more discrete could this be? It’s all black, even the rims!” 

“Yeah, but I imagined you having like an SUV or something. All blacked out, reinforced, or bullet-proof, you know? Not a Jeep.”

“How do you know it’s not reinforced or bullet-proof?” Emily speeds up now that she’s on the highway. “Besides, if I ever had to, I could go off-road in this baby. Wanna see?” She jerks the steering wheel slightly, causing you to let out a yelp.

“Emily, don’t you dare! If we’re late to our reservation again–”

“Baby, on our Friday night? I would never.”

You sigh, turning your computer off. You can try again tomorrow. 

*

“Do you think I should do it, JJ?” You gaze out of her car window, recognizing her neighborhood. “Or is it too soon?”

JJ takes in a deep breath. “I– I think you should do it if you think you’re ready. And if you’re not, that’s okay too.”

“I should try though, shouldn’t I?” You begin to twist the ring on your finger, hesitant. “It hasn’t been that long but it feels like it’s been years. I feel like I’ve been living without her for so long now, but…”

“Y/N, if you want to try, you can. And if you change your mind, you can always cancel or leave. Whoever it is that you’re thinking of is hopefully a good person and can understand where you’re coming from.” JJ pulls into her driveway and turns her car off. “Look, it can be a group outing if you want. No expectations.”

You take in a deep breath, chin dropping to your chest. “My coworker. She’s been… very persistent. She knows but I can’t tell if she’s genuine or if she’s just trying to–”

“Get into your pants?” 

You huff. “Yeah.”

JJ nods, getting out of the car. You follow her up through the front door, the sound of the TV on and the washing machine running. 

“Then we do a group outing. You can see for yourself and we can tell you if anything feels off, okay? Or if you want, we can ask Penelope to do a quick check on her beforehand.” 

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

*

JJ (7:51 PM): You sure you don’t want one of us to pick you up instead? You (7:53 PM):  It’s a little too late to be asking me, JJ. She’s supposed to be here at 8. JJ (7:54 PM): And if she’s as understanding as she says she is, she wouldn’t mind.

You sigh, shaking your head. The windows light up from a car’s headlights and you make your way to the door. 

As you lock the door behind you, your eyes find your coworker, Lucy, standing at the passenger door. As you approach, she opens the door.

“Hi.” 

“Hello. You look beautiful.” She tilts her head. “Shall we?”

“Thank you. You, too.” You slide into her car and it feels all wrong. The height of the car, the way you fit in the seat, the windows, even the smell. You shake your head. 

I have to try. I just want a good night out, whether that’s with Lucy or with my friends.

Letting out a breath, you try to relax in your seat as Lucy maneuvers her way through the city. Your eyes are playing tricks on you because you keep thinking that you see Jeeps in every parking lot you pass. You’re grateful when you arrive at the sports bar.

Once you’re settled in and made introductions, you find yourself sandwiched between Lucy and JJ in the booth. Thankfully JJ is on the inside, and you instinctively sit closer to her. It’s an easy night thanks to the group and you’re able to avoid any awkward conversations with Lucy because of them. 

JJ leans in close, lowering her voice. “Doing okay?”

You nod, patting her thigh. “Yes, thank you.”

Lucy stands from the booth, shooting you a smile. “Would you like a refill?”

You didn’t even realize you had finished your drink. “Sure, yes, that’d be great. A whiskey sour, please?”

“You got it.” She makes her way to the bar, disappearing.

“Thoughts?” You murmur, fingers tracing the rim of your glass.

Penelope rests her chin in her palm. “She’s not bad, my sweet, but there’s no sparks if that’s what you’re asking. Something feels a little off too, but I can’t put my finger on it.” 

“She’s nice, Y/N, just…” JJ pauses, trying to choose her words carefully. “It just doesn’t feel right yet.”

*

It’s 2AM and Lucy insisted on walking you up to your door. She’d gotten tickets for a concert and you figured you could try being with just her without a group.

“Thanks for inviting me tonight.” You rub the house key in your hand, trying to maintain a distance. Although her company is nice, you don’t think you could handle anything physical with her. 

“Of course.” She pauses, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat. “I know it’s late but–”

“Actually, Lucy–”

“Ah.” She nods her head, taking a small step back. “Sorry, too forward? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. I know, so cliche, but it’s true. I thought I was ready to try again but I don’t think I am.” You try to smile, but it falls. “Everything feels so wrong right now. Not just you but just… every part of my life. I thought that if I put myself out there, it might be what I needed to get things going but, as you can see, it’s not working.”

“I figured.” Lucy pats your shoulder, giving you a small smile. “I didn’t think you’d say yes in the first place, but you did, so I think I ignored all the signs too. I’m really sorry, Y/N. If you ever want to talk, you can text or call me anytime, okay?”

“Okay. And I’m really sorry, Lucy.”

“Don’t apologize. I knew what I was doing, too. I’ll see you later.” 

You turn away and let yourself in, leaning against the door. Your chest feels so heavy and you wonder how long you’ll continue to feel this way. All you want is for things to go back to the way they were.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #also this is my first time posting on tumblr so sorry if the formatting is weird #still learning tbh #lol also not me writing this after stopping for like 4 years #:') #mine

[bingusbongu]

May I humbly request some Dr. Flug general dating hcs.. (hES SUCH A LITTLE GUY RVRGGGRGRHR)

-🖋

A/N: SORRY IM ALITTLE LATE URG URG URG, well, i did do some Flug canons awhile back, BUTTTT since he is my favorite character of all time ill do some more:) I WANNA KISS THE BAG MAN. Also im going to be trying out some tumblr post styles in the next few posts i do to actually make my work appealing and attract more people! So dont mind if it looks different^^

SORRY THIS IS KINDA LONG I HYPERFIXATED SO BAD

《 Masterlist 》

《 Rules 》

TW: Stalking, mentions of neglect and abuse, murder and insane scientist behavior , mentions of starving,

Dr. Flug General Dating HCS

• okay, the fact that he even managed to start dating you is truly bizarre to him. Even the fact you found out he liked you was by pure accident

• you either found out from Demencia who spilled the beans on accident while blabbing about the doctor, or Flug accidently fumbling out an "i love you" after you either do something for him while he wasnt paying attention.

• though, it worked out right after he found himself with a partner, and he STILL is so befuddled about it

• does not know a single thing about being in a relationship. You are going to have to be the one taking the lead. Slowly showing him the ropes of how a relationship works. He litterly took notes while you tried to explain everything to him, ITS IMPORTANT TO HIM OKAY??????

Once he gets an understanding of how a relationship works, he kinda starts,,, watching you abit more? Not only is he worried about you but he also tries to figure out your favorite things. He gets even more observant of you. Documenting you like you are some wild animal.

oh? You like a certain food? Writing it down. Certain type of chocolate? Writing it down. Special interest? Favorite music? Favorite animal? Favorite color? Everything about you he has down in his brain and his notes.

• though, he is usually to busy to actually go out and buy you certain things, so, instead, when he occasionally had time, he might tinker something small for you or fix something you need up! Just go to him and ask! Or if you dont, you might find it mysteriously fixed the next day

if YOU get him something, he has to stand there and pause for a second. You, got him something? You took your time to pick him out something? You put thought into a gift for him? He absolutely gets butterflies. And when i mean Butterflies, i mean he gets BUTTERFLIES. He stutters a thank you so bad as he is stimming in his spot.

if its an item like a plane thing he treasures it SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. He will start crying. Anything you buy for him or make for him, he puts it up somewhere so he can always see it, always. When he gets stressed he will look over at it and it automatically calms him down its SO SWEET

• he is so nervous to initiate physical affection that he clams up. He has gone so long without any actual form of touch that isnt to harm him, that he completely forgot what gentle touch feels like, so you are going to have to go slow as to not overwhelm the poor baby:(

Starting by holding his hand, gently slipping it into his own hand during a random time like just walking. He nearly jumps, but once he notices, he gets so flustered just by the little hand holding that he eventually slowly closes his fingers around yours in a gentle hold.

Occasionally putting your hand on his back when he gets upset or angry ir stressed is a MUST, He immediately relaxes

I think he needs a massage, like desperately. Rub this mans shoulders, rub his back gently. He shivers at your touch but completely folds. He has so many knots in his back its sad. So, occasionally, Flug will let you try abd work them out for him

Cuddling would take awhile im the relationship. He still gets so flushed under your gentle touches, that he has to adjust. Once he does though? You best believe he is coming to you for it. After a long day, he will go and find you and collapse into your chest while mummering something and letting you coddle him while listening to him rant, and MAN he appreciates it. He also likes it sometimes when you just are quiet together and he isnt doing something and leaning on eachother. Either he is tinkering or reading something and your are next to him with your head on his shoulder. Its really nice for him to get some quiet.

• kissing??? That also advances over time. You have to start slow. So your first move is definitely a cheek kiss. Slipping one onto his bag on one occasion, he nearly overheated and passed out. Like actually fainted

your form of kissing is just you occasionally pressing soft kisses to his bag. Which would usually happen in the mornings, when no one is looking in his lab, or at night. But each time he nearly explodes.

ACTUALLY kissing him though???? A DREAM. he has to get used to your bag kisses to actually think of kissing you for real. And he gets so flustered by it. Everytime you kiss his bag he cant help but wonder how an actual kiss with you would be like. So, he would stop you one of the times after you kissed him, and shyly ask you for a real kiss. He nearly coward out of it when you happily agreed. Though, you gave him his time, as he lifted his bag up only ever so slightly, and you leaning in to kiss him

Mfs heart actually almost stopped GIVE HIM CPR STAT. It was just a quick kiss, but you had to catch him from falling over before he passed out again

Will occasionally give you kisses back, mainly in the mornings before he goes straight to work, he gives you a little kiss and sluggishly leaving to slave away.

• Dates are alittle tough. Flug is ususlly pretty busy, but, atleast once a month you guys go out with eachother, going who knows where but enjoying some much needed time together

• cant flirt for the LIFE of him. Its always something science or plane related. Its adorable yes, but he doesn't have no capability of flirting with anyone, even if he tried.

• your guy's relationship is very secretive. Especially with Flug being a villain it puts a target on you. Even if you work alongside him, he dosnt want anything to happen to you, so he does everything in his power to protect your guy's relationship. Who knows what would happen if the big Hat himself found out?

The only ones who know of your relationship is Demencia and 505, and his bots

• SPEAKING of 505, he ADORES you. You become his second parent. Adding you in drawings and EVERYTHING. when Flug first started liking you, 505 definitely did his best to edge his father on and talk to you, he is such a good son UGHHHH.

• Flug finds alot of comfort in your presence. You can just walk into a room that he is in and he immediately relaxes and becomes much calmer.

You are his safe place. Eventually, he will open up to you, you just have to give him time. He has been keeping in his emotions for so long he forgot they even were there. So, if you let him vent out everything to you and you just hold him and listen to everything he has to say, just holding him and letting him actually cry for once, it makes him feel so safe. Like he dosnt have a reason to fear around you.

Will show his face to you eventually, just give him time

• usues nicknames only in private, like 'mi amor' or 'love'. And will have a heart attack if you call him one right back

• you are always there the moment he gets hurt, patching him up while he complsins that he could do it himself. But, underneath, he feels do special to have someone care for him for once in his life

• Flug is VERY protective over you. You are way to special to him for anything to happen to you. He makes sure you have a bot with you 24/7 to protect you incase he isnt there to do so, and to keep an eye on you. He dosnt knoe what he would do if he were to lose one of the only things that actually matters to him. So he always has your vitals up and always knows of you are okay or not.

Benefits of having a mad scientist of a lover, you have to be used to it. He tries so hard to hide that gruesome part of himself away that you just have to accept him for who he is. Even if you do, he still would prefer to keep you away from his work as to not traumatize you, no matter if you are used to it

Though, if someone is bothering you, being mean to you, just automatically tell him if he dosnt already know, they will go missing within an hour after you tell him. He would litterly do anything for you. You can say "kill this man" and he will attack without hesitating.

• he doesn't get to jelous, he mainly gets insecure. If your talking to someone else, he eternally freaks out, thinking about how he is a bad partner and your are going go leave him. You have to reassure him that you love him and are not going to leave him

• is very hesitant when you offer to help him out in the lab. He dosnt want you to end up hurting yourself, and he would feel awful if you were to do so. When you do try and help him out, its mainly just giving him tools and listing to him rant about the new invention. Regardless, the two of you enjoy the time together.

• just, out of random, you are the cook. Flug has so much troubles trying to cook its sad. He never really had time to learn for himself, and he is used to his bots doing it for him instead, or not at all. So, to make SURE this man eats, you make him food! Keeping Demencia away from it and bringing it down to his lab to eat, instead of starving himself. And boy does he appreciate it so much

Speaking of his bad habits, you have to make sure he actually eats and drinks water and rests. He is so stubborn and fights you sluggishly on it, but you always win and are dragging him to bed.

• Flug wont say it, but he depends on you so much, you are his rock, his caretaker. What on earth would he even do without you? You guys actually have a healthy relationship. You are aways with him and supporting him, no matter what the situation is, he knows he has someone who actuslly looks to him as a human being, who gives him the love he needs

He loves you so much, you are the sun to him, brightening him up and bringing him warmth and comfort.

He often asks himself

How did he get so lucky?

#villainous x reader #dr flug x reader #flug x reader #kenning flugslys #dr flug #villainous #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x reader headcanons #i hyperfixated to hard URGGGGG #I LOVE THIS NERDY BAG MAN #i need him to kiss me rn #Villainous zone

[kaziwi]

Marathon

Character(s): Law

WC: 586

Summary: Modern Au; Law asks you to watch a Sora marathon on TV

Note: I wrote this in like 10 minutes and I just wanted to post it lawl

You sped through the stop sign as you rushed home. The clock in your car read 6:23pm, which meant you had 7 minutes to get home before the marathon started. Tonight, for one night only, there was a channel running a Sora Warrior of the Sea marathon. That said show being Law's childhood obsession he begged you to watch it with him. He was invited to watch it at Bepo's apartment with Shachi and Penguin, but he denied the invitation, wanting to share his special interest with you.

Law even took the day off work to prepare for tonight. He spent the whole day getting snacks and finding his old merch to wear for the night. You on the other hand, decided to go into work, but you didn't expect to be so busy today. You were honestly exhausted, but you knew tonight meant a lot to Law, so you pushed through the tiredness and raced home.

It was 6:28pm when you opened the door to your shared apartment and fumbled inside. You looked up to see Law sitting on your couch, on a facetime with Bepo. He quickly said goodbyes to his friends and patted the seat next to him on the couch.

"Good you're here, I thought you were going to miss the first episode."

You walked over to the couch and collapsed on him. "I'm so sorry, we were so busy today and I had to stay a little later and-"

"It's ok," he laughed softly and pulled you closer to him, "As long as you're here now that's all that matters."

The smell of pizza and popcorn reached your nose as you looked at the coffee table in front of you and saw a display of different treats. Law had ordered your favorite type of pizza and had made popcorn and all types of different snacks.

"We're going to be here for awhile, so I figured we would get pretty hungry."

You quickly dove into the pizza box and grabbed a slice, your growling stomach begging for food. Law turned on the TV and the marathon had begun. As the first few episodes began to play, you watched as every two minutes Law turned to explain something to you. God he was such a nerd, but he was also so cute.

It was around 8:30pm when your exhaustion started to hit you. After a long day at work and the stress of getting home on time, you honestly just wanted to take a nap. You slowly rested your head on Law's shoulder, which caused for him to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer. The softness of his shoulder and the warmth coming from the rest of his body slowly lulled you to sleep.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you woke up to Law giving you a small shake.

"Hey, you fell asleep, are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just had a long day at work,” you signed, “Look, maybe you should just head over to Bepo's apartment, I'm probably going to fall asleep again and I know you really wanted to watch with someone and-"

"Stop. Really, it's fine. I don't care if you fall asleep. I wanted to watch this with you and only you."

You smiled at his words and promised him that you wouldn't fall asleep again.

About 10 minutes later you were, once again, sleeping in his arms while he continued to watch the Sora marathon late into the night.

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A crazy, blood-lust driven creature

Pairing: Yeonjun x reader

Summary: Yeonjun gets a new roommate...

Warnings: dom reader, sub yeonjun, vampire reader, human yeonjun, blood play/kink, slight fear play (?), implied manhandling kink, dumification, prolly more I forgot

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: For the lovely anon here, happy late birthday and sorry this took a bit longer than anticipated, but I hope you enjoy!

How does one get a crazy, blood-lust driven creature to not attack them?

Of course there’s many ways discovered by humans throughout the years, such as dousing them in holy water. Sending a stake through their heart, repulsing them with garlic but really, that one’s a bit more of a myth.

That was the question that Yeonjun was focused on before. How to not get hurt, how to not get killed. In fact, that was what he’d been preparing for, for most of his life.

How to keep the vampires away. How to stay safe from them. Because they were mindless, scary, blood-sucking creatures. 

But that was before.

Before his landlord increased the price on his place and Yeonjun needed something to help with the pay he knew he couldn’t cover alone. Before he decided he needed a roommate to cover those extra expenses. Before he posted something online, asking if anyone wanted to move in with him; to help pay with the rent.

He got a total of one offer.

You.

A vampire.

A crazy, blood-lust driven creature that he’d been preparing to fight off for most of his life.

But he needed money. Needed to keep a roof over his head. Needed to still be able to pay for food.

So he agreed and a few short days later, after settling agreements and setting ‘ground rules’ as he called them, you moved in.

You weren’t allowed to feed in or anywhere near the house. You weren’t allowed to bring home any other of your ‘blood-sucking friends’ as he called it. And obviously, ever feeding off of him was off limits entirely. 

Overall though, you were a great roommate. 

You paid your portion of the rent on time, you weren’t loud or messy, you didn’t bother him-in fact-he didn’t see very much of you at all because of the time differences and such, with you sleeping or maybe out during the day, he didn’t know for sure and him asleep at night when he assumed you were awake.

And when you did see each other, you mostly kept to yourself and he was okay with that-happy-with it even. You kept your space and he kept his. He had no interest and you had no interest in him.

At least, that’s how he thought it would be.

Until one morning he’d gotten up extra early for work-having woken up and not able to fall asleep-but that wasn’t the point.

The point was that after awhile of laying in bed, tossing and turning and finally deciding he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep and so there was really no point in trying, he got up to make some coffee.

Yawned as he began to prepare for a normally extra long and extra tiring day. But now an extra, extra long and extra, extra tiring day considering he didn’t get the usual amount of sleep he normally did.

Yeonjun was so deprived of his sleep that he didn’t realize that you were sitting at the bar, scrolling mindlessly on your phone-right across from him-until you were saying good morning and wondering why he was up so early, pointing at the clock and reminding him of the time it was.

He had frozen in shock, body clenching in fear as your easygoing laugh filled the room, asking him if he was okay.

That was the first time he had an actual conversation with you, other than setting rules and showing you around the place.

And he’d be surprised to say it was...nice. You-you were nice, friendly even, like a normal person. Definitely not creepy or scary like he imagined you to be.

So he talked to you for a bit, ended up losing track of time and being a little bit late to work but he was surprised to find that he wasn’t as angry as he though he’d be.

After that the two of you fell sort of into a schedule. 

You, being up early in the morning all the time, prepared his coffee for him and when he heard the little beeping of it being finished, he’d wake up and get out of bed to get ready.

That would leave a bit more time in his morning between finishing getting ready and leaving, so he’d talk to you.

In the beginning of course it was kind of tense. Yeonjun didn’t really know what to talk to vampires about but you quickly filled in the gaps, telling him about your other vampire friends and weirdly enough, he found that you had some human friends as well. 

You told him all about the people who were in your life and about your life in general, the one you lived around the time where he was asleep. 

Apparently you worked as a bartender at a night club, a very interesting night club at that. One where both humans and vampires would visit. Vampires for blood and humans that were willing to be drunk from. 

You assured him it was nothing harmful to either of the parties and 100% consensual. In fact, you explained, humans apparently got an almost high-inducing overwhelming feeling from being fed from. Of course, you’d never felt it but you said the people that you’d fed from had explained it as almost pleasurable in a way.

And Yeonjun guessed it made sense if he was thinking about the tactical way of the vampire as a predatory species. Being able to induce this feeling over prey would ensure that they wouldn’t get away-that they wouldn’t want to get away.

Eventually he came to tell you about himself as well. His friends and job-his hobbies-and his nearly obsessive fear of your kind and how it came to be.

He wasn’t sure you’d understand at first. He’d thought you’d be defensive over your kind and yourself. That you would argue with him and get upset.

But you didn’t.

You heard him out and listened. You empathized to his feelings and made him feel...sane for once.

He enjoyed speaking to you and soon Yeonjun realized that you knew more about him than his friends and family-even. Eventually you knew so much about him and he knew so much about you that it could only be described as a friendship.

And so your relationship continued like that. Brief but deep. Willing to open up but not willing to discuss the prospect of it being anything more.

Yeonjun liked it. Liked the way he could tell you so many things without having to worry about it being anything more. He loved the way that you were openminded, aware of yourself and of him, and willing to listen.

Openminded until one night.

Late at night or really early in the morning-it could be described as either, when he had gone to the bathroom or maybe get a drink of water, he couldn’t quite remember but that wasn’t really the point.

The point was that he’d gotten up late at night and you were there.

Dark and quiet, he tried to keep it that way. Tried to not make a noise and not turn on the lights, he knew you’d be awake but he didn’t want to disturb you more than that.

Obviously, he knew he could talk to you outside your morning conversations but that had never happened before.

He’d been attempting to stay silent, creeping through his own apartment like some kind of stranger.

“Hello Yeonjun, what are you doing up this late? You have work in the morning, do you not?”

He had jumped at the sound of your voice, frantically searching for the source of it until a lamp turned on and the room swelled with light. Your eyes stared him down, a bloody red to match your diet, staring him down with a deranged yet somewhat inviting smile on your face.

He knew what this was, experienced it many times but it didn’t make him any more used to it. The natural beauty all vampires had, like a siren to lure in their prey. He knew, yet it didn’t make it any less effective, the aura that you gave off, calling him in like a ship to a lighthouse.

“U-um, I...”

Scarlet eyes traced his face in search of an answer, nodding along in perhaps a prompt for him to continue.

“W-water?”

He cursed himself internally as your lips twitched in a restrained smile, amusement filling your unnatural eyes. “What about water?” He had talked to you a handful of times already and he’d never acted like this before.

Call him sleep deprived, or maybe even nervous about talking to you but he’d never admit the real reason he was stuttering over his words like a schoolboy with a crush was because this was the beginning of exactly that.

“I...”

Finally a wide toothy grin broke across your face, and even though he hadn’t meant to, Yeonjun gasped-loudly.

Your fangs. 

Perfectly white and sharp, almost glistening in the light.

Horror and fear and something that pulsed deep inside him that wasn’t quite decipherable shocked him in place. Heat filled his body and an uncontrollable shiver tore through his body as his eyes went wide, tensed in wait.

He knew you had fangs. He knew, all vampires did so why shouldn’t you? But he’d never seen your’s before. Maybe the opportunity hadn’t arisen or maybe...whatever. His mind was a jumbled mess, a whirlpool of scattered thoughts as he fought to keep the urge to bite his lip at bay.

“I-i need water!” He cringed at the crack in his voice, wincing at the silence that followed. “...I-I’m thirsty...?”

You clearly noticed the shift and your smile fell, replaced with a neutral expression. For some reason it made something in Yeonjun’s chest fall. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to make things weird or anything...I’m just not used to...your fangs y’know? Kind of freaked me out-considering your k-kind.”

Fuck, was he dumb or something? Had his lack of sleep finally caught up to him? Why was he spewing out bullshit like some kind of moron.

And then your expression dropped to a frown, eyebrows furrowing. “My kind? What do you mean by that?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Like vampires...y’know? Y-your fangs just kinda freaked me out, b-because you drink blood and all?”

Your mouth clamped shut and those unnatural eyes shifted, looking opposite to him. “Well I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You took a deep breath. “I’d never drink from you, you know that right? I thought you knew that.” 

He opened his mouth to reply but you continued, hands gesturing wildly, looking back and pinning him with your gaze. “And you know that when I do drink I rarely ever actually...permanently harm them.”

He knew the way you substituted ‘permanently harm’ for kill was for his benefit as he replied. “I know, I know but you can never be too careful...Your kind have never been particularly trustworthy.”

He knew the mistake as soon as the word left his lips and clearly so did you, nostrils flaring, lip curled up, holding back a hiss but leaving your fangs on display.

“You go get your water. I’m gonna go out for a bit. Meet up with some friends, maybe get something to eat.” You replied, standing up with an attempted smile, an angry edge set cold in your tone. “Have a good night.”

You were out of the room before his brain finally started to work again and a very delayed, “Good night.” Echoed softly from his lips.

--

After that he barely saw you. Sometimes in the early morning when he got up for breakfast but most of the time you were out of the house doing who knows what by then.

And he was very reluctant to say that he maybe wanted to see you again? 

It was almost three weeks after your little ‘fight’, if you could even call it that?

Almost three weeks of him barely seeing you.

Almost three weeks of you...avoiding him?

Well, Yeonjun didn’t know if you were avoiding him per se. He hoped you weren’t. But whereas before when you’d say hi every now and then, ask him how his day was or whatnot, now he barely even saw you much less hear your voice.

Whenever he tried to approach you if he did see you, you would quickly blurt out that you needed to eat and quickly leave the room.

Yeah, on second thought, you were probably avoiding him. And he probably deserved it.

God! He wanted to bang his head against the wall, how could he be so stupid? ‘Your kind have never been particularly trustworthy’? What was wrong with him?

And now you were angry.

And now he was missing you.

Your weird red eyes. Your disturbing, oddly alluring smile. Your small questions and easygoing conversations. 

But how could he even be missing you? He certainly didn’t like you. You were a vampire. A crazy, blood-lust driven creature. 

He hated you.

At least he was supposed to hate you...

But now it was three weeks later and he hated to say it but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Fuck, was he going to have to apologize?

--

Yeonjun felt warm. 

Hot. 

W-why was it so hot?

Blinking slowly, his eyes opened and red one’s greeted him, nearly glowing in the dark. 

“Yeonjun.” He could nearly shiver at the minty breath fanning across his face, your voice a purr.

“W-what’re you doing?”

He felt the grip you had on his waist, pulling him closer to you. So close he could no longer tell what was you and what was him anymore. 

“Shh, pet, be quiet and just lay back for me.”

He found himself listening without thinking. “W-what’re you d-” The words cut off into a gasp, slowly shifting into a broken moan as your teeth sunk into his neck.

Something coursed through his veins. Hungry and hot. Fear? Confusion? Anger? Lust? All of them?

But clearly his reaction wasn’t important to you, taking his hair and knotting your hand roughly into the roots, pulling his head back for more access.

Your teeth sunk into his skin, like the prick of a needle, slow and excruciating for only a moment before...it turned into something else.

You paid him no mind nonetheless, drinking like you had been starved for weeks and for some reason-for some reason he could only keen. 

And finally-finally he could understand what you meant before when you’d said that humans would willingly choose to be drunk from.

‘Pleasurable in a way’, you’d described it. There was nothing ‘in a way’ about this. This was a pure aphrodisiac that you’d let loose into his bloodstream. 

Euphoria and bliss scalding hot, burning a trail of ecstasy through his body. 

You stopped for a bit to let him rest, kissing the are you had just bit and licking away any of the excess blood that was dripping from the bite marks. Smirking but mostly ignoring the way his arms uselessly tried to cling to your shoulders, pawing and begging for you to do it again.

Quietly, you leaned down to his ear, whispering as you asked if he was okay, tracing your fingers over the wound gently while focusing your eyes on him.

Was he okay?

Was he okay?

He was drunk-practically high off a single bite, begging for more, clawing at your skin and wrapping his legs around your hips.

Was he fucking okay?

He whined and scratched and finally found leverage behind your head and before you could even breath he was pushing you back towards his neck. 

Instead of getting what he so desperately needed, you pulled away entirely.

“Shh, calm down pet. You need to just wake up!”

What?

“-Yeonjun wake the fuck up you’re scaring me!”

His heart almost blew out of his chest as he tried to regain his senses, eyes opening up to see the world in white. “Fucking hell! Are you okay?”

Yeonjun blinked, trying to bring the world into focus and once he finally caught on to his surroundings, he wished he could find a rock to hide under for the rest of his very short-compared to your’s-life. 

Because there you were.

Sitting over him, face full of concern and worry. Shaking his shoulders and brushing your hand over his forehead as if checking for a fever.

“Are you okay? You were making weird noises! A-and thrashing around-were you having a nightmare-you’re really warm, your cheeks are really red too-are you sick-what can I do?”

His mouth opened but no words could possibly come out. Horror crossed his face but for none of the reasons you expected as you gasped and flitted out of the room. “You know what? I’m gonna go get you some advil. Some soup maybe! I don’t know, I’ll google what to get on the way there!”

And before he could even yell back and stop you from leaving, the door was slamming shut and you were gone and he was still sitting there as red as a fire hydrant.

...He just had a wet dream about you drinking his blood.

...and you thought that it was a nightmare because he was sick.

...and now you were gone to the store to get him things to make him feel better...

He groaned, face falling into his hands as the full weight of the mortification hit. He just had a wet dream about you drinking his blood.

What was wrong with him? Why would he ever dream about something like that? Why did he like it?

Yeonjun smothered a pillow over his head with a groan, god he should just put himself out of his misery. 

How could he ever face you again? How was he gonna act normal around you again?

He didn’t know, all he knew was something deep inside him. Somewhere shameful and embarrassing, all he could think about was-all he could wonder was How do you get a crazy, blood-lust driven creature to attack you?

--

Ever since you’d gotten back the human had been acting shifty.

It was weird.

You’d come back from the store, medicine and soup and whatever else the first website that popped up when you searched ‘home remedies for a cold’ listed on it.

But it was odd. When you got to his room he wasn’t there. And when you found him he was in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables a bit too carelessly for your opinion.

“Yeonjun, are you okay? I thought you were sick.”

He waved it off, muttering something or another about how he was fine and you were just overreacting. You weren’t too sure you believed him but didn’t argue with it.

You placed the things down on the counter, sitting on the barstool and watching him cut up some carrots roughly, somewhat distractedly as he glanced up at you every few seconds.

He liked that you cared. Liked that you were worrying over him and as much as it was tiring it filled his chest with a sort of warmth.

“Careful!” The silence was broken by your voice, his wrist gripped by yours only inches above his fingers. 

He blinked once. Twice. Avoiding your gaze as he set the knife on the cutting board and sighed.

Your gaze was heavy on him, confused and worried burning a hole into the side of his face but he tried his very best to ignore it. “Are you sure you’re not sick, Yeonjun?”

Exasperated, he finally turned to you, meeting your stare head on. “I’m fucking fine! If I say I’m fine-I’m fine! I-i just-”

Each of your hands wrapped around his wrists and suddenly he was shoved up against the counter, trapped between your body and the cool marble of it. “Just what?” You hissed darkly, digging your nails into his skin, gripping him so hard he was almost positive it would leave marks. 

Yeonjun tried to look away, tried to tear his gaze from your’s and break whatever weird trance you had over him but he couldn’t. Couldn’t pull away from the depths of your eyes, sharp and demanding.

“I-i just,” He took a deep breath in, and blurted it out. “I can’t stop thinking about you! I miss you and it’s fucking weird!” 

He ripped his body away from yours, shoving you away as he ran a hand through his hair. “And I want to apologize for calling you untrustworthy but I don’t know if I can yet but I can’t stop thinking about you and our stupid conversations and your scary as fuck eyes and your fucking fangs that I quite literally had a wet dream about!” As the words flowed out, the more and more agitated he became. Voice growing frantic and fast. 

“Because god, even though I’m completely fucking terrified of you I can’t stop thinking about them sinking into my fucking skin-”

Before he could even blink, before a single thought came to mind, he was backed against the wall. Your body like steel pushing him and your teeth were sinking into his neck and he body was set ablaze.

He could feel it. Feel the suction of the long gulps you took, the pinprick of pain just below his ear that was maddening and horrible and wonderful.

Yeonjun couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the way his hips began to grind down against your thigh as you brought it up between his legs.

“Sh-shit!” He gasped, and that seemed to break you out of your trance, pulling away from his neck, scanning over his fucked-out face with a concerned yet definitely aroused expression, satisfied at just how much of a mess you could make him with a single bite.

So instead you claimed his lips. He could taste his own blood on your tongue, metallic and sharp but he moaned at it nonetheless, crying out when you pulled away, watching as he stuck out his tongue to try and chase you back into the kiss. 

His eyes were glazed over-half lidded, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted. He pleaded for you to kiss him again. For you to touch him. For you to bite him and ruin him and mark him as yours.

How could anyone turn down such a sinful plea?

You kissed him again, hungrier, rougher this time. With such force that your teeth clicked together. You winced but he didn’t seem to notice, intertwining your tongues together. Kissing you desperately and needily.

That kiss was followed by another kiss and then another. 

You laughed lightly as your teeth grazed over his tongue, cutting it slightly. You could taste the blood and he could as well. Feel it fresh as it ran freely straight into your mouth. 

Yeonjun whimpered at the slight pain. Shut up into a high-pitched mewl as you dragged your own tongue over the wound, savouring the taste of his blood and saliva intertwining into one.

He gasped as his legs were thrown around yours, carried across the room and dropped onto the couch, easily as if he weighed nothing. As if he were a feather in your arms. 

“Yeonjun~”

Thrown onto the couch with a low ‘umph’ you gazed upon him.

A mess. A gorgeous, beautiful mess. 

Bloody marks decorating the soft skin of his neck, hair disheveled, drool cascaded down his lips. Pretty, pretty eyes unfocused and wide, looking up glazed over with what you assumed to be lust. 

His arms reached out, hands grasping lightly for your shirt, for your hands, for anything that could bring him closer to you. 

You’d probably drunk too much. If his current state; the swaying of his body and the shiver of his limbs were any indication. He was high off of the sensations and clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

He kept blubbering nonsense. How he was sorry, how he wanted you-needed you, how he finally got you to drink his blood, moaned pleads and promises in a jumbled incoherent mess.

You pet back his sweaty hair, trying to ignore the way his hips bucked up into the air, whimpering in frustration at the inevitable dissatisfaction of the motion. 

“Calm down. Shh, you need to calm down.”

But he didn’t, if anything the hand resting on his forehead only made him want you more, body weak yet still writhing in place, trying to reach you. 

“Bite me, bite me again. Bite my thighs! Please, bite my thighs!”

“Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me to bite you baby?”

His face flushed and a wanton cry fell from his lips as he squirmed beneath you, nodding and letting his head fall back. 

“Words.” You travelled slowly down the expanse of his body, mouth nearly watering in anticipation.

His desperate nods as much as they were so adorable, so enticing, weren’t enough for you. But he needed to be quick with his answer; you were getting hungry and his blatant signs of submission weren’t making holding back any easier. 

The look in your eyes was more predatory than ever, and it made his blood boil inside him. “D-do it, do it please do it!”

And you could lie and say it was for his sake the speed of which you moved in as soon as the very first syllable broke from his mouth but, that was a lie. And you weren’t very keen on lying. Your desperation in which clearly betraying those thoughts as your nails dug into his thighs, grip hard enough to leave marks as you spread them apart. 

Yeonjun was so incredibly embarrassed; so incredibly flustered, hiding his face in his hands as he processed the situation. As he could barely process the feeling of you sliding his shorts down his legs, of his body unconsciously shimmying to make the job easier. 

Your fangs grazed his inner thigh as you began kissing around the area, dangerously close to his crotch, moaning as the intoxicating smell of Yeonjun’s blood hit your senses. 

“So good for me pet, so good~”

Your fingers blushed along his navel, distracting and overwhelming, making him shiver violently in place. And finally-finally you had found the right spot. He moaned delectably as you began mouthing at it and leaving open mouth kisses over the spot, your mouth warm and wet. 

His thighs trembled on either side of your head as you licked a long stripe over the place and kissed it-almost tenderly one more time. 

“Just stay still for me, okay baby?”

He nodded frantically, hands flying to your hair, head up and eyes watching in lustful anticipation as you opened your mouth, fangs-that he’d gotten in fucking fight with you about earlier-shimmering in the low light, decorated prettily by your saliva. 

And slowly, ever so slowly, you began to lower them into Yeonjun’s thigh, fangs easily sliding in through his skin.

And this-this was a million times better than his dream-a billion. This was scalding and dizzying, his mind melting into a jumbled mess, not a single thought able to form. Not a single word than pleas and begs for more and more and more.

It was too much, barely enough, just right. Just enough to push him right to the edge as he squirmed and moaned under your mouth.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna...” 

He gasped out and god was it embarrassing as he came. You hadn’t even touched him. You hadn’t done anything except for bite him!

He could barely even focus on those thoughts as his body tensed and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, stars swimming in his vision.

So overwhelmed and so far gone that he didn’t realize you’d eased out of him until you were cradling his head in your arms and softly whispering words he couldn’t quite make out into his ear.

Soft words and sweet nothings, covered in bites and bruises, your body solidly wrapped around his, he fell asleep.

The last thing before the darkness overtook him was looking up to see a tender smile, a gentle forehead kiss and a brush of a hand down his thighs.

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Sorry!! Just realized I set the auto post to the wrong day -_- It took me way too long to notice this part wasn't posted. Better late than never I suppose. On that note here's Part 8 of the Marionette series! Hope you guys enjoy this one. Sorry for any writing errors.

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The Marionette

Masterlist, Part 8 🤍

Word count for this part: 2431. Enjoy!👻👻

Synapsis:

A new overlord has manifested in hell seemingly overnight. One that overpowered many if not all of the current overlords in all the right ways. Will this overlord use her powers for good to help the members of the hotel? Will she fall in love with a man and end up in a loving gentle relationship? Or will she get her heart broken and turn against them all, burning each bridge she meticulously made. 

The Marionette is a heart wrenching fic with many turns you won't see coming. Stay tuned for each of the episodes as they are released.

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Nette made her way back to Lucifer’s apple-shaped office trying to slow her breathing down, feeling her heightened anxiety about everything she was about to have to tell him. She knew he wouldn’t be upset at her- at least she hoped he wouldn’t be. But honestly she thinks he might be since she didn’t throw out the first man as soon as she found out about him. Though she had wanted to, but truthfully she holds no grudge against him other than the fact her boys had almost died to an exorcist. Charlie on the other hand has every reason to hold a grudge against him, and yet…she didn’t. She looked at him seeing what he was going through and allowed him into the hotel. Took him under her wing and cared for him, cleaned his wounds even. The heart this girl has is something Nette finds herself admiring more and more as each day goes on. Truly an angelic heart if she had ever seen one.

As Nette approached the door she could hear Lucifer inside talking to himself. He seemed a bit off? If that was a good way to put it. She could hear his rapid speech and panicked tone through the door. She smiled lightly thinking ‘what could possibly have him stressed out now’ while laughing quietly to herself. She knocked on the door lightly to alert him of her arrival. She heard a quick ‘coming!’ from the other side waiting a sec before the door swung open. She quickly gave the Angel in front of her a once over from head to toe. He had his coat and hat placed meticulously back onto his form. Though she couldn’t help but feel he was a bit overdressed considering when she had spoken to him last he was wearing neither of them. However, when she walked into the room she saw there was a table in the center of the room with flowers, and candles in the center. She placed the plates down onto the table, setting the tray off to the side before looking back at him. She lightly chuckled then saying “you know this isn’t a formal business dinner, right? Just a dinner between friends. No need to be so nervous Luci” seeing him looking around at everything but her. “Ah r-right of course…yes Dinner” He stumbled over his words a bit before settling on “Dinner between friends. I suppose I overdid it a bit. It’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone join me for a meal. I was worried what exactly I should do for… well this situation.” ‘It’s alright Luci no worries everything looks absolutely stunning thank you. but if I had to make one complaint… I do feel a tad bit under dressed at the moment Mr full suit.” Lucifer laughed slightly “well we can’t have that” proceeding to take off his coat and hat once again placing them on the side table out of the way.

Lucifer pulled out Nette’s chair allowing her to sit comfortably before sliding her back into place at the table. “My what a gentleman” she chuckled. Watching as Lucifer’s cheeks turned a light yellow color as he went to his side of the table to take a seat. “I brought a bottle of wine from the bar but I’m not sure if you were wanting to drink, as unfortunately I have another topic I have to discuss with you, but I’d rather wait till we were finished with dinner as I do believe it to possibly be well…uncomfortable” Lucifer looked at her before saying “well if you think it to be so, then I suppose it’s best to wait a bit. And best to not drink beforehand as there is a possibility it might be needed after” he joked lightly. “For this I guarantee it will be needed after” They both began eating the meal Nette had prepared engaging in small talk about the angel’s duties and the hotel staff. As well as, venturing into stories about Charlie and how razzle and dazzle came to be created. After all Nette was a bit curious about the 2 dragon creatures as they seemed to be different from the rest of hell creatures.

The meal went amazing. Afterwards Nette and Lucifer both found themselves sitting on the couch in his office laughing about the story Lucifer was telling about how ducks came to be created in Eden when Nette remembered the touchy subject she had to tell him about. “Speaking of Eden…” Nette paused slightly. “I hate to sour the mood but, I suppose we should get into the unfortunate discussion that I have to tell you.” “Nonsense, give me a sec I’ll open the wine” Lucifer said while standing up walking over to the side table where Nette had left the bottle earlier. He quickly opened it and poured a glass for himself and her before returning, handing it to Nette. He sat down on the other side of the couch facing her taking a small sip before saying “Great choice of wine. Well go on let’s get this uncomfortable topic over with” Nette watched the way he had placed himself seemingly a lot more comfortable with her presence as he was leaning backwards with one leg bent on the couch while the other was hanging over the edge. “Right, well I’m not sure how to tell you this. I was thinking the entire time I was making dinner, then again after I spoke with Angel, and even the entire walk up here. After all that the only thing I could think of was to just be honest and upfront with you about it. Either way I feel you're not going to like it, but…” Nette said taking a small sip then placed her glass down on the table before continuing “I need you to promise me you won’t freak out.” Lucifer smirked “Freak out? Nette, I'm an Angel.” Nette rolled her eyes slightly “I’m aware you handsomely prideful man, but I need this promise okay?” She said hoping he would understand there was a reason. “Of course, I promise I won’t freak out. Devil’s honor” Lucifer said holding 2 fingers upwards smiling at her. Nette chuckled lightly at his devil's honor joke, sighing she continued “Charlie took in a new sinner…..” she started “Okay?” Lucifer said carefully, slightly pushing her to tell him why this was different from the other ones she had taken in. “It’s… well… He’s a sinner, but he um.” Lucifer set his glass down before leaning into her slightly “Nette it’s okay just tell me I promised I wouldn’t freak out” Nette’s anxiety was through to roof at this point. She thought to herself ‘fuck it’ before saying “Adam is a fallen Angel, or I guess a sinner in this case since he isn’t heaven born I guess he isn’t fallen.” The room fell deathly silent after Nette finished her sentence. You could hear a pin drop, the only sound being both of their breathing. Or wait no Lucifer’s breathing Nette realized she was holding her breath.

“What?.” She heard Lucifer say after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Adam is alive and is now a sinner” she hesitantly repeated looking down at her lap as she was nervous to look at the man sitting across from her. “You said Charlie took in a sinner, is?” “Yes” Nette quickly answered. She felt the room get hotter almost instantly. She hesitantly looked up, meeting Lucifer’s red eyes. She quickly realized he was in his demon form. A form she had never seen him use, one she had hoped she wouldn’t see. Red eyes, horns with a burning flame, wings, and his tail swinging menacingly behind him. “My daughter took in the man who killed her friend, wrecked the hotel, almost killed her, injured the staff, and is responsible for the extermination of every single human soul they have gotten rid of down here.” Nette could hear an almost growl-like sound coming from behind his voice. One that she had to admit was strangely hot, yet insanely intimidating as well. (Wait- what? No this man could very well end your fucking life right now. Wait, it's Lucifer he wouldn’t hurt you. stop thinking stupid shit and speak woman before he actually does kill you fucking idiot.) “Yes” she found herself barely squeaking out this one word. Cursing herself for agreeing to put herself in this very situation. Lucifer stood up seemingly seething with an unkept rage. Nette quickly grabbed his arm before he could step away from the couch silently thanking she had sat on the side closest to the door. He snapped his head looking directly at her. His eyes burning into her own with what felt like almost a sense of… hurt? Behind them. “You promised” she said quietly. Scared she would say the wrong thing and make it worse. Lucifer sighed quietly to himself before returning to his normal form and taking a seat beside her. “Is she okay?” He asked the overlord sitting next to him. “Yes, Vaggie was with her the last time I checked.” “Why?” Lucifer asked, looking across the room. “Why?… she said when she found him she wanted to leave him there to rot. To let him waste away like he deserved to for everything he had done to the people down here, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t allow herself to leave him there. She also said he is one of the only ones who has been able to see the winners who got into heaven, and also see the sinners who ended up here. She thinks he would be useful in redeeming sinners. Though I don’t think he would even be willing to help.” Nette said carefully while looking at Lucifer. She could tell he was still upset but felt a little better knowing it was Charlie who had made the decision.

“Her heart of gold is going to get her hurt one of these times” Nette heard Lucifer whisper, though it didn’t feel like it was something she should have heard so she stayed quiet just looking at him stare at the wall across the room.“I…think it’s a decent idea to ask for his help, but it does put us in a rather hard place. If heaven finds out a winner fell, more so the first man. Things will get extremely ugly and who knows what they will do.” She couldn’t help but also voice her concerns on the matter. Knowing what she did about heaven, she was worried about what laid ahead of them now that this happened. Lucifer turned his body facing her before saying “you weren’t joking about needing a drink after that.” She saw him reach for his glass drinking what was remaining in it before setting it down again. He turned back to face her directly “I’m sorry” Nette stared at him confused as to why he was apologizing to her. “What for Lucifer?” “Breaking the promise.” He whispered to her. She quickly grabbed his hands “it’s okay I know it was not something that was able to be prepared for. And it was definitely not something that could have been predicted.” “Still I broke a promise I made with you” she could tell he was very upset about this. Though Nette found herself unsure as to why he was. She was a bit upset at herself for underestimating the care he had for his daughter. The level of stress this topic would bring him was not something she had calculated in. That was her fault not his. “Lucifer, it's okay. It’s your daughter, I understand your need to protect her. After all, I think I would react the same way had it been one of my boys. So no need to apologize. Okay?” “Okay” he replied hesitantly. She knew he would still be upset about it for a while longer but decided it was for the best to let it go. She turned to grab her glass wanting to move on from this topic entirely. Feeling even worse about her souring the good mood from earlier as the tension sat in the air was still quite thick.

“You can still call me Luci, you know.” Nette froze. “Ah you… sorry I didn’t ask before using a nickname for you.” “It’s okay, I quite like it.” Lucifer said, smiling at her. “Oh…so I can give you another one?” She teased “Like what Nette?” Gosh she really enjoyed hearing her name fall from his lips. (Nette what the fuck now is not the time for that) “Since you like ducks so much how about duckie? Ooh or what about goose? Nah geese are mean you're definitely not mean enough for that. Waddles? No too weird, that's like describing a thing, not a nickname.” Lucifer was smiling watching her ramble while thinking hard about a nickname for him. “Does that mean I can give you one too?” He found himself asking. “Of course your majesty whatever you wish.” Nette giggled. “Though Nette is already a nickname I’d love to hear what you come up with though” “What about… bunny?” Nette turned bright red at that. “Bunny?” She asked “why bunny?” “Your demon form is a rabbit is it not?” Lucifer smirked at her. “How…” Nette tried to ask “How do I know? I know a lot of things bunny. A lot” Nette was bright red at this point. Something about the way he says that word makes her want him to say it more. (Oh my gosh stop it) “well I suppose I don’t mind that, but I’m definitely calling you duckie now.” Nette said feeling oddly competitive about this. “Works for me bunny” she could hear the smirk dripping off his voice. Like pride itself crawling off his vocal cords and into the air as he spoke. “Duckie” she said trying to stand her ground. Knowing she has no chance against this man. None at all. “Yes bunny?” He replied. “Can’t even let me have the last word huh duckie?” “Nope, sin of pride remember bunny” Both of them felt the tension in the air from the previous discussion lighten a bit. As the night went on they addressed each other by only their new animal nicknames, refusing to be the first to back down in this nickname war. Though neither of them truly minded it at all. In fact they both quite enjoyed their new nicknames, though they wouldn’t admit it to the other one.

Taglist:

@popamolly @preciousbabypeter @amberforest08

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin alastor #hazbin husker #hazbin lucifer #huskerdust #lucifer morningstar #marionette

[rosze-v]

sleepy birthdays

pairing: Kozume Kenma x Reader

synopsis: A 24 hour stream for Kenma’s birthday turn into a surprise for the world

tags: fluff, birthday celebrations, cute sleepy Kenma, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 1.2k

a/n: Hello, this is for the collab from Camera, Lights, Action by @yeosatinyngz . I’m sorry for posting so late, I’ve been very busy and it took a toll on me. This is not my best work, but I hope you will like it. Thank you for reading.

You could hear Kenma’s voice from his gaming room, talking to the people in his stream chat. You giggled at how slurred his voice have become now that the birthday special stream is hitting the 20 hours mark. Tonight, is going to be his birthday, and so to celebrate it, Kenma decided to throw a special 24-hour stream. The stream blew up immediately since it has been quite some time since Kenma have such long streams, with him being a Youtuber, and a CEO has in fact, made him incredibly busy.

Time by time, you would sneak into his room to pass him some food and drinks, as well as some kisses when he have the camera turn off for awhile with an excuse of going to the bathroom. Some have speculated in the chat room that Kenma is going away to kiss his little partner, and you could only giggle at the claim because no one have known yet that Kenma is dating someone.

The reason for the hiding could be dated back to the first time you met him. You were a young, fast on their feet and witty intern that was accepted into Kenma’s PR Team. At first Kenma wasn’t really fond of you because of your crazy ideas on how to ‘improve’ his image. The ideas consist of Kenma doing challenges like ‘A Gamer trying Out the Army Training’ or the ‘Going up to People and have a Staring contest with Them’. Though eventually, some of your crazy ideas actually worked out, especially the time when a tabloid of him came out accusing him of getting close with Hinata just so he can have Hinata become his brand’s face.

Your solution was bizarre and completely something his PR Team wouldn’t thought of. Kenma remembered your determined face when you suddenly asked for his permission to use his old volleyball matches videos, and of course, since they don’t really have many options, Kenma agreed. For the first time in a while the office was quiet of your voices, as you secluded yourself in one of the private rooms.

Kenma won’t ever forget the look on your face when you came out of the private room at 1 in the morning, the brightest smile on your face and your laptop in hand. What you did was simple, you created a Tik Tok video of Kenma’s matches with Hinata and then you edited it in a way where it showcases their friendship looking as if its more than a friendship. The PR Team agreed on posting the video and who would have thought that your video would completely deflect the rumors and also increased the popularity of Kenma and Hinata.

Yet also creating another catastrophe of “Is Kenma the Youtuber and Hinata the Professional Volleyball Player dating?”. Despite it all, Kenma was thankful for your quick wit and your team also praised your efforts. From there, you were offered a permanent position in the PR Team which you, of course, accepted happily.

Then somehow, the relationship between you and Kenma starts budding. Kenma wouldn’t have thought he would fall for someone so loud and hyper yet here the both of you are, now sharing the same bed after being together for a year and a half.

You were in the kitchen getting his birthday cake ready for a little celebration between the both of you, when you noticed that the 24 hours stream is ending in a few minutes. Quickly, you place the cake on top of a tray that you have decorated. You checked the clock again and noticed that the stream is finishing as you picked up the tray and walk over to the gaming room.

“Thank you y’all for spending your time with me for 24 hours. It was fun but damn, I’m tired as shit bro. I’ll end the stream now, thanks for all the wishes again”. You were standing in front of the door, waiting for him to end the stream, and you noticed how dishevelled your boyfriend looks.

“The stream already ends right?”. You whispered as Kenma whipped his head towards you, staring at you blankly. When he realized the cake on the tray you’re holding, a smile slowly etches on his face as he put out his hand, gesturing for you to come to him. Slowly you walk over and places the tray on top of the desk while placing yourself on his lap. You took the cake in your hand and shows it to him with an excited look.

“Why is there a drawing of a cat on the cake?”. He asked as he slides his hand to your hips and pull you closer to him, making you lay your back to the side of his chest.

“Well because you look like one”. You said with a giggle as you held the cake up to him and lit the candle. You then looked up, your eyes meeting his as you give him a gentle smile and begun singing Happy Birthday.

“Happy Birthday to my love, Happy Birthday Kenma. Make a wish and then blow the candle”. You instruct as he closes his eyes for a bit and then blew the candle. He gives you a kiss to your cheek and whispered to your ear.

“Thank you, my baby,”. You nodded and took the spoon to feed him the cake when Kenma’s phone rings. Kenma groans as he picks it up and told you that it’s from Kuroo. Kenma was going to declined when you told him that maybe Kuroo wants to wish him Happy Birthday and its nice to pick it up. Kenma could only roll his eyes as he picked up.

“What do you want? You can just wish me tomo-”.

“Yo, you do realize the stream is still on, right?”. You gasped as your head and his turned towards the screen, and there, the blaring red light indicating that the camera is still rolling. Then the both of you noticed that the chat was going crazy and questions were popping up about the two of you.

“What do we do now?”. You whispered, a coldness washing over you as you search for his face. There was a blank look on him when he slowly looks at you, and give you a gentle smile. He squeezes your hips and pats your head, physically reassuring you. Suddenly, he places his hand on the desk and pulls the chair forward while adjusting the camera.

“Well, everyone, meet the love of my life”. He said as a blush covers your face and you wave shyly. The chat was going crazy, sentences came out so fast but you could read some.

OMG SHE’S SO PRETTY!!

Yo King Kenma have rizz

MOVE! She’s our girlfriend now!

WAIT YOU’RE NOT DATING HINATA?

You were expecting backlash, but thankfully, there were so many kind comments. Kenma then encourages you to speak to them while he eats his cake. You were having a blast replying to the questions from the stream when you heard a light snore behind you. You turned around and you were met with Kenma’s sleeping face as you kiss his forehead.

“Hey guys, I think we should go now. I’m gonna bring Kenma to bed. Thank you for all the nice words and thank you for always supporting Kenma. We love you!!”. The chat of course says their goodbyes and left so many kinds words. You then struggled a bit with turning off the stream and eventually managed to lead your boyfriend to the bed.

The next day,

KENMA THE YOUTUBER REVEALED HIS GIRLFRIEND ACCIDENTALLY!

#kozume kenma #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #kenma fluff #haikyuu fluff #LCA! Collab #rsz.w

[sgntr]

Adventure 4 - Townhall Welcome

Surprisingly, after an abysmal internship, the company decided to convert me. A few days after I started as a full timer, there was a company wide quarterly townhall.

It was just boring old company updates that no one was listening to. But everyone had to be present in person. Half way through the townhall, I received at text on my company messaging app. To my surprise, it was from the MILF I banged when I was an intern (Sarah).

Here are the important parts

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MILF Sarah: Saw you at the townhall. You converted?

Me: yeaaa. hahaha you're still here?

MILF Sarah: of course. where else to go.

Me: hahaha

... some back and forth chat

Me: Where are you even seated? Can't find you

MILF Sarah: To boring so I left.

Me: Huh? can meh

MILF Sarah:

MILF Sarah: Come join me!

Me: fuckk you send on company chat?

MILF Sarah: You coming or not..

Me: otw. where this

...

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Sorry cant post the real one cuz it might reveal where I worked. So this will have to do.

I went straight to the location. It was a very secluded area of the office and hidden behind 2 doors is an emergency staircase. I could hear the moaning get louder and louder as I got nearer and near.

When I finally saw her, she looked at me and said "What took you so long" before crawling over and started undoing my pants.

"Looks like some one is hungry"

"You have no idea daddy. I missed your cock so badly"

"Then you better cherish the moment"

My dick sprang out and i forced it straight into her mouth. She sucked on it like she had not sucked dick for a long time.

"Oh fk... yesss.. my .. mouth have.. not been.. stretched and .. used.. this much .. for .. soo .... long" she tries to speak while sucking my dick.

"yess suck it just like that. keep that pussy wet while youre sucking"

"yes... daddy" her hands went down and started rubbing her clit.

Sarah's dick sucking skills were so good that I was already on the edge of cumming but i stopped her as I did not want the fun to end just yet.

"What's wrong"

"I'm not ready to cum yet. I want to make you smell like a whore today"

"how are you..." I pulled her up before she finished, put one leg over my shoulder and thrusted my dick into her pussy. She let out a loud scream of pleasure as I continued fucking her senseless. As I kept fucking her, I pulled on her hair to make her look up at me and then spat in her face. (tbh i just tried my luck)

"You like being degraded like that? Used like a sex toy"

"Yesss mhmmm yess"

"Yes who?" I pulled on her nipples before giving her huge tits and big slap that echoed the staircase.

"Yes daddy! yes daddy"

Her tits got redder as I continued slapping them. I felt her legs slowly tensing up and she was taking deeper breaths. So I increased the pace and continued in that position.

"Dont stop keep going! harder harder... ohhhfkkkk"

She let out one last gasp before her legs gave way and I caught her. I placed her down on the floor as she was left there trembling for a few moments. While she was recovering, I continued to stroke my dick. Something about looking at girls in that state makes me even more horny.

"Fkk haven't cum so hard in awhile or ever" she said as she gained back her senses.

"Time for me to return the..." she continued and when she looked up, I shot my cum straight at her face without warning. My cum covered her face and was dripping down to her body and clothes.

"Oops hehe. Told you you would smell like a whore" I gave her the dirty grin.

"FUCKK how am I gonna clean up"

"Don't you have gym clothes at your desk? just wear those home. Heres some tissue to clean your face"

She calmed down and cleaned up her face. We saw the time and it was already late. Townhall ended 30mins ago and she got 3 miss calls from her husband who was picking her up.

I followed her to change (may or may not have been watching) and we walked down to the lobby together. The husband saw and remembered me! Had a quick convo and told him I was waiting for a cab to go home. He asked where I stayed and turns out its near their place so they offered me a ride home which I could not refuse.

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Lmk if yall enjoyed hearing about my adventures. Do drop me a follow and share it around too!

#sgntr #sgntr sarah

[enhaheeseung]

Popcorn pt.2

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: leaving them out cause I don’t want to spoil anything. But it does include mature themes, so if you’re underage, dni!

Note: sorry I kept you all waiting so long for part 2. But here it is. This has actually been written for awhile, I’m only just now posting it.

TMI: I was actually eating popcorn while writing this, lol

Masterlist

Popcorn pt.1🍿 *not proofread*

WC 10,000?

The next day you woke up and stretched, feeling an unfamiliar ache all over your lower body, and it clicked immediately. Everything from last night came flooding back to your memory.

You still couldn’t believe what you had done. Not cause you exactly regretted it, but for the fact that you let some random guy off the street take your virginity in a theater.

What’s wrong with me?

And you didn’t even catch his name. You could only imagine what a whore he must have thought you were.

Not to say all that mattered. It’s not like you’d see him again anyways,

but still.

You flailed in your sheets, cringing at yourself.

“Y/n, how could you be so foolish?” You talked to yourself in bed, replaying the events and trying to make sense of what happened. Before you knew it, it was already in the afternoon, but you couldn’t pull yourself out of bed.

This was definitely going to take some time to get over.

-

Heeseung had already gone about most of his day, and you were on his mind for a big part of it.

I wonder if she goes to the theater often? Maybe she lives nearby? Could I possibly get so lucky to see her again?

He thought.

Thank goodness no one could read his mind cause he knew he would sound like such a fool. Like seriously, what were the chances of seeing you again.

He couldn’t recall a time where he’s seen the same person more than once, except for school or stores, but that doesn’t really count.

He sighs, making his way home, not too focused on the road and only thinking about meeting you again, until he heard a loud horn beeping. He looked up immediately to see he was about to cross the street into oncoming traffic.

He stopped dead in his tracks clutching his beating heart. And breathing a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, no one was harmed in his act of carelessness, but he realized he should forget you and move on. Judging by the looks of it, it would only hurt him anyways.

-

It took you nearly two weeks to get over your little incident. Although, no matter how much time had passed, there was no way you could forget your first time.

Speaking of time, your period was oddly late. And that was unusual cause it was always the same every month.

And you being you, began to panic. What if? No. Did I let him cum inside of me?

I did?

I did.

Oh god. It can’t be. I’m too young to be a parent. I’m barely making it on my own as it is. And the absolute worst part is that I’m not even in contact with the father.

You didn’t notice when you started crying. “Okay, don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay. I might not even be pregnant. Maybe I’m just paranoid.” breathe, breathe.

Okay.

Well, that didn’t work.

There’s only one thing left to do. You grabbed your coat and ran to the nearest convenience store.

You found the section where they kept the pregnancy test and reached for one with your shaking hands. Just before you grabbed it, a voice startled you, causing the test to fall off the shelf.

You looked in the direction where the voice came from and…

No

fucking

way.

It was the guy from the theater, the man that took all your innocence.

“Hi” was all he said. He wanted to say so much more, but he didn’t know where to start, and he didn’t even know your name.

Umm, okay, why the fuck is he talking to me? He really could have pretended he didn’t see me and avoided this whole very awkward situation.

“Hey,” you replied quietly. He leaned down to pick up whatever it was that you had dropped, and his expression morphed. So many thoughts were running through his head.

Could it be mine? No, but she was a virgin when I met her, so is there already someone else?

“I see you’ve been busy” he tried to joke about it and ignore the racing of his heart.

You glared at him.

“I could say the same to you.”

He tilted his head in confusion.

“Huh?”

“It’s because of you why I’m even here.”

“So you mean.. you’re saying that I could have gotten you….” He trailed off.

“Yes, You idiot!” You started slapping his chest. Needless to say, it didn’t hurt him one bit.

He just chuckled and grabbed your wrist, holding you still. He looked down at you with a huge smile on his face.

“You’re so cute.”

“What!? Let go of me you fool. Do you even know what this means?”

“We’re gonna be parents!” he said, sounding a bit too excited for the current situation you were both in, but he couldn’t help it. He was just too happy that he found you again. The fact that you might be pregnant didn’t quite register in his brain yet.

“No genius, we’re too young for a baby. How are we going to pay for him or her? for christ's sake, we aren’t even a couple, and now the baby is gonna grow up with single parents,” you sighed.

If you weren’t so worried about possibly being pregnant, you would have noticed the way his face dropped into a frown and the soft tug as he let go of your wrist.

“What do you mean by single parents?”

“Do I have to spell everything out for you? It’s not like we’re dating, nor would I want to, and I don’t even know your name or anything about you.”

“You could have just asked instead of insulting me every two seconds. Hi, I’m heeseung” he extended his hand to shake yours.

You looked at his hand and ignored it.

“Good to know. I’m y/n, now let’s just get out of here” you paid for the test with the stares of many from all the commotion you stirred up, but you were too concerned about your future to care.

You walked home in silence. Your brain getting more exercise than your legs. As it was running a mile a minute.

He walked next to you with his head down, and his hands shoved into his pockets.

He had a lot of things to consider. If you were indeed pregnant, he’d have to drop out of school, get a job, and definitely change his laid back attitude and perspective about things.

Finally, you were inside your home. You led him to your bedroom and told him to wait outside.

“Are you sure?”

“Unless you want to come in.”

“Of course, I want to be there for you and our baby.”

“We don’t even know that for sure yet.”

“I have a feeling” he smiled, but he was actually so worried about it. He would be delighted if you were pregnant with his child, but, he was just so scared he wouldn’t be a good dad and wouldn’t be able to provide for his family, he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents, and he was afraid of repeating the same cycle.

“Ready?” Your question knocked him from his thoughts.

“As I’ll ever be” you grabbed his hand and gave it a small squeeze. You couldn’t even imagine how he must have been feeling.

You left to go take the test and came back soon, awaiting the results.

You both sat on your bed.

“I’m sorry. y/n, it’s all my fault,” he said, seeing how scared you looked.

“Hey, it’s not either of our faults, we both made a really stupid mistake, and now it’s just how we handle things moving forward.”

He didn’t like the fact that you saw it as a mistake. But he wasn’t going to get into all that right now.

The timer you set went off.

You both gave each other a look.

“Do you wanna look at the same time?”

He just nodded his head.

You flipped it around, and boom.

“Two lines, pregnant” just when he was going to cheer, he heard your loud sobs and instantly pulled you into a hug, trying to comfort you.

“It’s okay y/n. I’m going to do everything in my power to take care of you both, I promise.”

“Can I just be alone right now?”

He felt a pang in his chest, he wanted to see you again, but he could have never pictured this was how things would turn out. For some very stupid reason, he thought you would be just as excited to see him, but it was the total opposite.

“Okay,” he sighed and left the room quietly.

He waited and waited and waited some more. Hours had passed, and it was already dark outside.

He made his way to your bedroom door, knocking on it softly.

“Y/n, are you still in there? Could you open up?” He heard the lock click and backed away from the door a little.

“How are you doing?” He asks, hoping your mood is better than it was earlier.

“You should probably go. It’s late” you ignored his question.

“So? I don’t care. I just want to make sure you’re alright before I go.”

“Well, if you cared about me being alright, you would have never had sex with me in the first place.”

“Come on, don’t play that card on me. We both wanted it and didn’t think of the repercussions.”

He was right. But you didn’t want to hear that right now.

“Y/n, I’m going to be here for you, okay? Don’t worry about a thing. It’s not good for you or the baby if you’re stressed” he tried to rub your stomach, but you backed away from him.

“Fine, you can push me away now, but I’m going to have to be here at some point, we made the baby together, and we’re going to raise it together no matter our difference’s”

You watched him walk out the door, leaving you all alone.

That’s what you wanted, right?

-

Once he got home, he called his parents and already knew what the response was going to be, and it didn’t surprise him one bit. he knew he was in this all alone.

It didn’t take long before he dropped out of school and put in applications everywhere, even if it was miles away from where he lived.

He would do whatever he needed to make sure you were safe, and his baby was healthy.

-

You didn’t know what to do. He said he would take care of you, but for how long? Would he just get bored and leave? What could you do? There was no way you could work and carry the baby all alone.

You had no idea what kind of person he was, and it scared you to even get to know him better.

You rubbed your tummy and talked to the little human growing inside you.

“We’ll be fine, baby. Even if it’s just you and me,” you tried to reassure yourself.

-

Five months had gone by. Heeseung had been checking in on you every now and then, bringing you certain foods that you were craving, holding your hair when you would throw up, and helping you around your apartment. He would take break and come over to see you sometimes if he was having an extra bad day.

Today was one of those days. He called you in advance before coming over, as he always did. Most of the time, you didn’t want him coming over cause you didn’t want to get used to being with him, just for him to disappear after the baby was born.

He entered your room looking extremely tired. Well, he always looked tired, but today it was obvious.

He came and sat next to you on the bed with a half smile and dark circles under his eyes.

“So, how’s mommy doing today?” He traced his fingertips over your small bump.

“Feeling okay? You want anything in particular?”

You just shook your head as a no.

“I have a day off tomorrow, so we can go to the clinic and get an ultrasound to see the gender,” he spoke quietly.

“Okay,” this was how all the visits went, he would do all the talking, and you would reply with a few words.

“I’ll try to be over a little earlier than now” You nodded your head.

He pecked your forehead. Something he’s never done before, and you can’t say that you didn’t like it. It was actually quite nice. Lately, you could feel yourself falling for him day by day.

The big smile on his face when he could feel the baby kick, the soft touches he left on your belly as he hummed a tune to his baby.

And you grew particularly fond of seeing him coming over from work. You felt like you could get used to this. And seeing his face every day didn’t sound too bad at all. But you couldn’t get your hopes up, months were left till the due date, and it was his baby. After all, that’s probably the only reason he stayed.

To him, on the other hand, he wished you weren’t so passive about everything. All he wanted was a hello when he came over and maybe a how was your day?, but he got nothing.

Day by day, the stress was getting to him, and he had no one. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that he saw you every day, and he knew he was doing the right thing for his child.

He actually forgot he didn’t have a day off. Normally he did, but he picked up extra hours. His first job started at 4 in the morning and his second job at 1 till 9.

He’d just have to take an early leave, that’s all. He made time in between to see you on breaks, and during the hour he got between jobs, he’d sleep in the parking lot.

It wasn’t easy. But if it meant the two of his most beloved people in the world being happy, he’d do it all and so much more.

-

You had got ready to go to the clinic, and now you were just waiting for him.

You instantly started to worry, thinking he wouldn’t make it, but before you felt that bubble of anxiety build in your stomach, the front door flew open.

“Sorry, I’m late. The traffic was terrible today.”

“It’s fine. Are you ready to go?”

“More than ready. I’m so excited!” He kneeled down on the ground, talking to the baby inside your stomach. “Today is a big day. Today daddy gets to learn even more about you, I love you so much, and I haven’t even met you yet” he placed his hand over your stomach and kissed the back of it. He didn’t want to kiss your tummy in case it made you uncomfortable. At this point, he assumed it had been long enough to determine that you didn’t want anything to do with him.

He still tried, though.

He reached for your hand, praying you’d grab it, and he couldn’t hold his smile when your tiny fingers slid between his,

And just maybe, his assumption was a bit off.

“Let’s go” he opened the door for you and led you to the passenger seat to buckle you in, “is it too tight?” He asked, looking at you, but the proximity of his face was making it hard to think.

“F-fine, it’s fine” you cleared your throat once he made his way to the driver's side.

-

“We’re here” he parked in an empty space and helped you to the building.

You checked in at the desk and waited for your appointment. It wasn’t long before you were both led to an empty room.

You lay on the bed and waited for the results.

While the tech was scanning, she asked if heeseung was your husband, to which you immediately replied with a no.

Then she just had to keep prying and asked if he was your boyfriend, and this time heeseung spoke up before you got the chance.

“Yes, I’m her boyfriend” he knew she was hitting on him, so he used this as an opportunity to act like your boyfriend. He held your hand and stroked it with the back of his thumb. He hadn’t touched you often, or unless it was absolutely necessary, and it was killing him inside. He just wanted to be close with you.

“Well, you’re a very lucky girl,” she announced while looking at heeseung and winking at him. He didn’t even notice. He was too focused on you to pay attention to anything else.

You just rolled your eyes at her. If it had been any other setting, you probably wouldn’t have cared, but right now, she was getting on your very last nerve.

But who were you kidding? It could have been any setting, and it would have still made you jealous.

“Are we almost done?”

She didn’t pay any attention to you and just continued the exam.

Once you two were about to finish, heeseung already had an idea in mind.

“Could you do us a favor and put the pictures and results in an envelope? We would like to reveal it in a more private setting” he had already confirmed that it was okay with you. He wanted the reveal to be at your apartment, the same place you got the results of your pregnancy test.

“Of course”

-

And finally, your appointment was finished, but you were still fuming at that woman or thing rather. The audacity she has to flirt with the father of your child made you sick.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked once you got inside the car. Noticing that you looked upset.

“I’m fine. I just can’t believe that”

“Believe what?”

“That disgusting witch trying to hit on you right in front of me, like have some kind of professionalism at least, how low do you have to be to flirt with a man in front of his baby and….” You trailed off, not knowing what he considered you.

“And the mother of his child,” he finished your statement for you.

“I guess people have nothing better to do these days” you folded your arms, still upset.

“She actually didn’t look half bad” he was trying to get a reaction out of you. If he was being honest, he didn’t even remember what she looked like.

“Are you serious right now?”

“What? It’s not like me and you are together. I’m a free man. I can look at whoever I want.”

“But I- just whatever” you felt a tiny ache in your heart,

“Are you jealous or something?”

“Why would I be? You said it yourself we’re not together,” you replied with an attitude.

“I’m kidding! I was focused on you the whole time” he put his hand on your knee, testing the waters. “And for your information, I wouldn’t mind one bit being together with you.”

You looked out the window to avoid his gaze, but he could see the slight smile forming on your face just before you turned your head away.

Finally, he felt like he was making some progress with you. And maybe if he played his cards right, you would be his sooner than later.

-

You made it home safely, and now it was the big moment to figure out the gender. Your heart was racing.

He took out the envelope, and before opening it, he led you to have a seat on your bed.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you responded.

“Okay,” he breathed out. And opened it.

“It’s a girl!” You squealed.

“Oh my god, we’re having a baby girl!” the amount of joy he felt in his heart was immeasurable. “Can I hug you?”

You’ve denied him so much. The least you could do was let him enjoy this moment.

You nodded your head and let him engulf you in the best hug you’ve ever felt. He was so warm, and his heartbeat was so comforting that you didn’t want to let him go.

He pulled back slightly to examine your face. He hoped you couldn’t hear the racing of his heart as he slowly inched his face closer to you, and just when his lips were about to touch yours the alarm on his watch had different plans, it read 12:30pm, and he had to leave soon so he wouldn’t be late for his other job.

He wanted to take it off his wrist and stomp on it till it broke, but he knew he had to go. He pulled away from you reluctantly and turned off the alarm.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I uhh I have to go now” he couldn’t believe he had the perfect opportunity, and it got away over a stupid fucking alarm, Heeseung, you stupid fucking idiot. He cursed himself out silently.

He turned around to leave, but you didn’t want him to. You felt that same ache in your heart.

“W-where are you going?”

he snapped his head in your direction, surprised that you were even asking.

“Oh, I have to go to work.”

“I thought you had a day off?”

“Well, I thought I did too, but now I’m off to the second one. I kinda forgot I picked up an extra day, but more work, more pay, right?” He tried to smile, but you could see just how forced it was.

“Oh, okay” you looked down and placed a hand on your belly.

“Why? Is there something I can get you before I leave?” You felt horrible after hearing what he just said. You had no idea he worked two jobs, no wonder he looked so tired, and every time he came over, he was fighting just to keep his eyes open.

And even though he was tired, he was still asking if you needed anything.

Your heart broke.

“No, I'm fine.”

“Okay, I’m off then, see you at, he looked down at his watch again, “around ten” he put his jacket and shoes on, right before he stepped out, you called him.

“Heeseung?”

“Yes?” He answered as you were saying his name, looking at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You walked closer to him at the door.

“Have a good day at work” you gave him one final hug, and maybe deep down, hoping he would try to kiss you again.

“Thank you,” he sighed into your hair. And rubbed your bump. “Daddy will be back before you know it” he smiled at you one last time and closed the door.

You went back to bed feeling disappointed. Just before you sat down, the door swung open.

“Oh, did you forget something?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did” he walked closer to you and closed any distance between you and him. There was no way he was going to leave without kissing you.

He kissed you with so much passion that it made you feel light headed. And if you could have stopped time then and there, you wouldn’t have thought twice about it.

You kissed him back with hopes that he could feel just an ounce of what he made you feel.

He put his hands on your waist and deepened the kiss. Your hands automatically found themselves in his hair, kissing him with a bit more force than before.

He groaned when you sucked on his lip. He backed you up to the foot of the bed and laid you down softly while hovering over you.

He attached his lips to your neck and gradually made his way higher, swiping his tongue over your ear and sucking on it lightly.

“Heeseung,” you moaned out, rubbing yourself against his thigh that was rested between your legs.

“Wait,” he propped himself up on his hands.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, a little worried that he didn’t want you after all.

“I’m so sorry” he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, sighing onto your lips. “I have to go,” he told you regretfully.

You cupped his face in your hands.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’ll be coming back, right?”

“Of course, I’ll come back as soon as I can, I promise” he kissed your forehead and got off of your bed.

“I don’t want to go,��� he whined while jumping up and down slightly, Holding your hand in his.

“The quicker you leave, the quicker you come back, right?”

“Right,” he smiled at you and kissed your lips one last time “bye, y/n”

“Bye, heeseung,” you waved and blew him a kiss. He caught it and walked out the door just moments later.

Your heart was racing, your body was on fire, and your mind was foggy, did you just? Did he just? Were we about to?

Oh my god.

You plopped down on your pillow.

He felt just as good as you remember, if not better, you wanted to punch yourself for not opening up to him sooner, not just for the prospect of having sex, but he was just so sweet and caring and lovable.

You wished you could get that time back, but you couldn’t. From now on, you were going to treat him the way he deserves to be.

-

He thought about you the whole time he was at work, he touched his lips and smiled to himself, thinking about how perfect you looked laying down on your back and those cute but yet so seductive moans you let out.

He quickly shook his head and focused. He couldn’t allow himself to have those kinds of thoughts in a work environment.

But it was harder than he expected. The image of you was stained in his memory.

He couldn’t believe you were finally reciprocating his feelings.

His day seemed to go by quicker than usual, and before he knew it, he was already back on his way to see his girls.

-

“Hey, I got back as fast as I could” he quickly covered his mouth when he saw you fast asleep, with your hand resting on your exposed tummy, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, actually more than just a few, but that would be his little secret.

He walked closer and pecked your forehead, stroking your cheek with his thumb to wake you up.

You stirred in your sleep, and your eyes fluttered open.

“Hi,” he removed his hand from your face.

“You’re already here?”

“Already? It’s been nearly ten hours.”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“I must have overslept. I'm sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure you needed it, and the baby too. I bought you dinner. I didn’t know what you liked, so I just guessed.”

You looked in the bag after he handed it to you, “It’s my favorite!“ you said in excitement.

“Really? I guess I did good then” he was all smiles watching you enjoy your food.

“You always do good, and speaking of good, how was your day at work?”

He still couldn’t believe you were actually starting a conversation with him.

“It was great!” He contemplated his next words cause he didn’t exactly know where he stood, but screw it. “It was the best day I’ve ever had, thanks to you.”

You nearly choked on your food.

“M-me? How?”

“Just you in general, you make me so happy” surely, the words left his mouth so casually from lack of sleep, but he meant each and every last one of them.

To say that you were squealing inside like a school girl would be an absolute understatement.

“D-did you eat yet?” You tried to avoid having this conversation.

“I ate at work, but I guess I’m still a little hungry.”

“Here, you can have some of mine.”

“No, no, no, that’s for you and the baby. Besides, I think I’m craving for something sweet” he licked his lips while looking at you.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you cause the fridge and pantry are empty” he inched closer to you on the bed.

“Well, It’s not exactly something that gets stored,” he leaned in close to your ear, “as a matter of fact, it’s something that’s often served in bed or, in our case, maybe even a theater,” he licked the shell of your ear.

You gulped.

“O-oh, so you mean, you want breakfast in bed?”

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re not that dense.”

The nickname made your heart do a flip.

“And what if I am?” You tried to remain calm.

“Then, it will be my pleasure to show you exactly what I mean” he grabbed your now empty plate and set it aside, making sure there would be no interruptions.

“Just lay back, and I’ll do all the work” he motioned for you to raise your hips, and you gladly obeyed. He pulled down your shorts and underwear. Noticing the huge wet patch on the crotch area. “See? I knew you weren’t that oblivious”

“Or it just doesn’t take that much for you to make me wet.”

“Is that so?” he wasted no time kneading on the flesh of your thighs and kissing them everywhere he could touch with his lips.

He just started, but there was only so much longer he could wait to taste you, and your smell mixed with his slow movements was making him grow impatient. He spread your legs open and looked at you on full display, not believing that you were all his.

He all but pushed his face against your heat, flicking his tongue on your clit a few times before licking long stripes in between your folds. The moans that left your lips made him even harder than he already was if that was possible at this point. He was so hard that it almost hurt.

“Tastes so good, sweetheart” he stuck his tongue in your hole, licking the most sensitive spot on your opening. Your back arched off the bed, and you gripped the sheets.

His nose brushed along your clit softly, adding a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.

He retracted his tongue from your hole and rubbed his face all over your pussy. completely covering his face in your wetness.

“Fuck, heeseung, god, that feels so good” it’s a wonder how you hadn’t already cum all over his face.

“Mmm, You like that?”

“So so much, so good” you bucked your hips into his face, almost riding it at this point.

He didn’t even try to hold you still. he found it so hot, how you used his face for your own pleasure.

Just when you were about to cum he stopped.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked you.

“Couldn’t be more sure.”

He unbuttoned his dress shirt and exposed his bare chest. You noticed how his muscles flexed with just the smallest of movements.

His hands traveled down to his belt, quickly undoing it, and last but not least, he pulled his slacks off along with his underwear.

You had seen him before only in the dimly lit theater, but up close and with the light coming from your bedside lamp, he looked absolutely perfect. It was a sight you’d have to see to believe, and lucky for you, no one else would.

He sat on his knees at the foot of the bed with his hard, leaking cock in desperate need of attention, but he made sure to take his time with you and kiss every inch of your skin, from your feet to your visible stretch marks on your stomach and lastly his favorite. Your beautiful lips.

“Heeseung,” you moaned into his mouth, kissing and exchanging each other’s saliva.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He pulled your shirt over your head and kissed all over your chest, making sure not a single millimeter of your body was left untouched by him.

“I want you now.”

“Is that right? Cause I was thinking the same thing” he pushed your knees up a little and held his aching cock at your entrance.

“Are you sure I’m what you want? Do you want me to be here for you? To be a father to our baby?”

“Yes, you’re the only one I want. I couldn’t ask for anyone better,” and maybe if you weren’t too caught up in the pleasure he was giving you, you might have noticed just that small hint of doubt in the back of your mind.

“Me neither” he pushed his tip in nice and slow, breathing heavily from the tightness of your pussy.

He leveled his head with yours, whispering words of encouragement and affection in your ear.

You felt tears prick in your eyes from the stretch and sensitivity.

“Heeseung, I-I don’t think I can take it,” you huffed out a breath, feeling him halt all his movements.

“Yes, you can, baby, you’ve done it before,” he inched back and forth as slowly as possible. Letting you get used to his size. “Just breathe, remember?” You started to relax a little bit. He eased in a bit further and further till he was all the way in.

“See? I told you, sweetheart,” he licked up and down your jawline while holding your neck firmly in his hand. “You’re so warm and tight. It feels so fucking good.” He groaned in your ear, pulling his dick out halfway, then pushing it back in, thrusting his hips into you again and again.

“Heeseung, fuck, your cock feels good.”

“Mhm, he moaned softly in your ear. He was a sucker for praise and even more so in the bedroom. “You like that? I know you do.”

He looked down to where he was thrusting in and out of you.

“Look at you. Your pussy is just swallowing my cock”

“You’re so big. And s-so deep, your cock is so amazing” he was hitting all the right spots that made you tick.

“If you keep talking to me like that, I won’t be able to hold it much longer.”

You tangled your hands in his hair.

“Then, don’t, don’t hold back, fill me up again with your cum”

“Shit, is that what you want? Want me to give you another baby? I can give you all of my babies, sweetheart,” he smirked, feeling how you tightened around him after the mention of having another baby.

“Fuck yes, heeseung give me all of your kids” you clawed at his back, sure to leave marks behind in the morning.

He caressed your swollen bud to bring you to your climax even quicker.

“Harder, heeseung, please fuck me harder.”

“Oh god,” he felt himself twitch, and a few hard deep thrusts later, you were clenching on his cock nonstop. The sensitivity was overwhelming as you reached your high.

Not even a second later and he was filling you to the brim with his seed, spurt after spurt coated your pulsating walls as he stilled inside you.

He captured your lips in a messy heated kiss. It wasn’t his intention, but the pleasure he felt was just too intense, and he was in such a vulnerable state. He’s never felt this close to anyone ever. His next words came out almost unknowingly.

“I love you y/n” he tiredly thrusts his hips into you, making sure to fill you up with everything he had to give. “I love you so much” he kissed your temple as you held him even tighter, wanting him to be closer than he already was.

You were shocked when you heard the words fall from his lips. It scared you to death to say it back.

The room fell silent. Only the sounds of his breath returning back to normal could be heard.

He was waiting, waiting for you to say it back.

But you never did, and his heart broke into a million little pieces.

He pecked your lips one last time before pulling out of you hesitantly. He put his underwear on and searched for the rest of his clothes. You sat there silently watching him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and buttoned his shirt back as slow as possible, one button at a time.

He locked the buckle to his belt, dragging out every last move he made, hoping you would say it back.

“Where are you going?” Your voice cracked as you tried to speak.

“Home,” he answered plainly, trying to stop his voice from quivering but failed.

“It’s really late. Why don’t you spend the night and go back in the morning?”

“I don’t have any clothes here, and I’d have to leave early to go home and then to work, so it’s best I leave now” he walked over to you on the bed and stroked your stomach like he always did before he left. “daddy will be back before you know it little one,” he said those same words every time he left, for him he was making a promise to you and the baby, that he would always come back. But this time, it was just a bit harder for him to feel like keeping that promise.

“Heeseung, please stay” you grabbed his hand.”

“Why should I?”

Even though you were scared, you couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather try with. He was the father of your child, and he did everything he said he would. If you had to let your guard down for anyone, he was definitely that person.

“Because I love you too” he made eye contact with you for the first time since he got out of your bed.

“Are you sure? Cause it just doesn’t seem that way.”

“I’m sure. I’m just scared. I keep having these thoughts of you leaving us for someone else or just disappearing with the baby is born. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up, but it was impossible not to fall in love with you. When you took care of me and our baby, it broke my heart to see how much you’ve gone through for us, and I’m sorry for shutting you out for so long. I’m ashamed of the way I treated you, But now I just want to give you the love you deserve.”

He grabbed your hand and cupped your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Look at me. I’m not going anywhere. I promise you two girls are my world. There’s nothing I’d trade you for. I would never leave you. And don’t be ashamed I’d be scared if I were you too. Heck, you have no idea how worried I was in the beginning. My parents don’t support me. I had to drop out of school and get a job, but I made it work cause I wanted us to work. I didn’t tell you any of this cause I didn’t want to stress you out even more than you already were, I felt terrible that I couldn’t be there for you, but I made a promise to myself that I’d do any and everything in my power to keep you both safe and healthy. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. There’s no need to worry cause you’ll always have me.”

He wiped the tears that had run down your cheek.

“Heeseung, thank you for everything. I don’t know where I��d be without you. And I love you so much.”

You pulled him into a hug.

“I love you so much too.”

“So, are you staying?” You dried up the stray tears on his cheek.

“Well, I don’t know. You made me get all dressed up again.”

You slapped his chest.

“Okay, maybe I could spend the night” he smiled at you pecking your lips sweetly. “But I really don’t have any spare clothes, and these are all sweaty from work,” he scrunched up his nose.

“Who said you needed any clothes?”

“Okay, I guess I’ll just sleep in my underwear then” he got up and undressed himself again.

“Who said anything about sleep?”

“O-oh, oh,” and for the first time, you saw him blush when he realized what you meant.

“Don’t get all shy on me now. A couple of minutes ago, you were promising me more babies, and now you’re backing down?”

“Who said anything about backing down?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“That’s more like it, now stop running your mouth and fuck me.”

“Y/n! Not in front of our baby.”

“Sorry, you rolled your eyes “get over here and make love to me, better?”

“Much better”

neither of you had sex since you found out the news of being pregnant. And let’s just say you made up for all the lost time. In just one night.

-

You woke up the next day to heeseung getting dressed. This is what you dreaded the most, watching him leave. Every time he left, it felt like your heart was breaking.

“Oh, hi sweetheart, now that you’re awake, I can say bye” he laid next to you in bed.

“I hate when you leave” now that you revealed your feelings for him you could finally say what was on your mind.

“Me too. But when the baby gets here, we will have more time together” he rubbed your stomach.

“I hope so” you rested your hand over his.

“I know so, I’m getting a raise soon, and I’ve already saved up about twenty thousand dollars so far, and when our little girl finally gets here, I’ll have almost double that”

“Come again?”

“Sweetheart, let’s just say I’ve been working a lot,” he laughed.

“I wish I could help you. I’m just laid up in bed doing nothing,” you sighed.

“I don’t want to hear such nonsense from you ever again” his voice was stern. “You call giving me the greatest gift nothing? Besides, you’re the prettiest when you lay on your back. easy and accessible” he winked at you.

“Not in front of our baby,” you mimicked his tone.

“Okay, okay, well, mommy and baby, daddy has to go now, oh and I made you breakfast. I didn’t know what you liked, so there’s coffee in the pot and juice in the fridge” he put on his suit jacket and shoes.

“And you?”

“I eat at work, remember?” Even though he really didn’t, he was more stressed than he was letting on, but he kept it to himself cause he didn't want you to worry.

“Right” he kissed your forehead and tummy one last time.

“But thank you for asking, sweetheart” he was halfway out of the door before he ran back inside and kissed you once last time. “Bye, I love you.”

“I love you more, now go before you’re late” you almost had to push him off of you.

For the first time since he started coming over, it wasn’t all too bad seeing him leave cause you knew he was coming back.

“Let's go eat breakfast, little one.”

-

The rest of your pregnancy was going by in the blink of an eye. Heeseung was there with you every step of the way, just like he promised. However, you didn’t like seeing him come over every day looking completely exhausted.

He kept reassuring you that he was fine, but you could tell he wasn’t.

“Babe? Are you sure you’re doing okay?”

He was just staring off into space, not paying attention to the world around him.

“Babe? Baby? Heeseung?!” You shook his body a little.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” He looked at you with a worried look on his face.

“I asked if you’re okay.”

“I already told you, for the last time, I’m fine. I don’t know why you have to keep bothering me” he got out of bed. “Can you not tell that I’m fine?”

You couldn’t. Dark eye bags, pale skin, he wasn’t that big, to begin with, but even his weight had dropped significantly, and he was always irritated.

“Yeah, perfectly fine, I won’t bother you anymore.” you laid down and ignored him.

He instantly regretted his reaction towards you.

“Baby, please don’t ignore me, you’re right.” He sighed and kneeled down next to the bed, “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to worry about me. You’re the main focus right now and you could never be a bother to me.”

“I already know how you feel, but how am I not supposed to be worried about you?”

“You must really love me, don’t you?”

“So much” a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Aww, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry. I promise I’ll do better from now on, and you know I never break my promises, now stop crying, sweetheart, I’m gonna be okay. we’re gonna be okay.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Pinky promise,” he intertwined his pinky with yours, “now sleep. You look like you're about to pass out” you wiped the rest of your tears.

“I know you’re a mom, but you’re not my mom so you can’t tell me what to do.”

“Don’t act like a child and I won’t.”

“I- you’re right,” he sighed in defeat, “good night, sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love you more,” and if he wasn’t so tired, he would have made you say it over and over again.

-

You woke up in the middle of the night. You felt a wet patch and liquid flowing out of you when you sat up. And it finally came to you. Your water had broke.

You instantly woke heeseung up from his sleep.

“What is it sweetheart?” He rubbed his eyes, looking at you.

“My water just broke,” you said a little too calmly for his liking.

“Your what?! We have to go now! Get up and go to the car! He stopped and looked at you “Wait! Don’t go to the car. I’ll take you to the car. Let me grab the bags.”

He threw the blankets off his body and jumped out of bed, grabbing all the bags he had packed for the hospital in case you went into labor soon.

“Where are the keys? He mutters to himself, patting down his pockets.

“On the nightstand, babe” you just sat there and watched him go through his little crisis.

“Thank you, sweetheart” he snatched them up loaded the car, and drove off. He pulled out his phone and called you, “honey, am I forgetting something? Cause I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

You moved the phone away from your ear so he wouldn’t hear you laughing. “Umm, I think so. There should be something or someone rather, in the passenger seat.”

He felt like a complete idiot. How could he forget the reason he was leaving to begin with, “oh my god! Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m coming back inside to get you.” You ended the call and held your stomach laughing hysterically.

He came rushing back into the bedroom.

“This is no laughing matter, sweetheart. You’re about to go into labor. We have to go now!”

“Heeseung, it’s not that serious. It’s not like I’m in pain or anything.”

“You’re not?” He picked you up and carried you to the car with your hands wrapped around his neck.

“No, at least not yet.”

“We should still leave. That baby could pop out any minute” he scratched the back of his neck, feeling stupid for his erratic behavior.

Luckily, it was a pretty short drive to the hospital. He was a little more coordinated this time. He took you inside and got you checked into a room, and left to grab your bags.

Now it was just the waiting game.

Soon enough, you began feeling intense contractions. Heeseung stayed by your side the whole time, holding your hand, he wanted to do something to make your pain go away, but he knew he couldn’t.

With a few more contractions, pushes, and heavy breaths featuring a river full of heeseung’s tears, your baby girl was finally here.

“Can I hold her?” Heeseung asked in a voice barely above a whisper. After they cut the umbilical cord, He reached out to grab her tiny body. As soon as she was in his arms, she started crying. “Aww, it’s okay baby, it’s me, it’s daddy” her cries died down as she began sucking on her thumb.

He looked over at you to see you already staring at him “you did it!” he kissed your forehead.

“We did it” you smile at him feeling exhausted.

“Wanna go say hi to mommy?” He placed her in your hands gently. Sitting in a chair next to your bed.

“She has your eyes, so shiny and beautiful.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” He said while looking fondly at the both of you.

“So, what are we going to name her?”

“I was thinking crystal,” he said shyly.

“Why crystal?

“Never mind. It’s dumb. What did you have in mind?”

“Babe, come on, I’m sure it’s not dumb, go ahead and tell me.”

“It’s just crystals are known for healing and creating a positive atmosphere, so I just thought that would be the perfect name for her,” he tells you.

“I think that crystal is a beautiful name.”

“You think so?”’

You nodded, watching her sucking on her little thumb, “crystal it is,” you looked up at heeseung, watching his lips curve up into that perfect smile of his.

You spent the night in the hospital just to make sure everything was fine. The next day you both went home and got everything set up for your newborn. Well, heeseung did anyways, insisting that you should rest more.

Later that night, heeseung laid down with you on the bed, holding baby crystal in his arms. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“You’re hogging her all to yourself, babe,” you pouted.

“Hogging? Do you even want to go there with me right now? You literally carried her for almost nine months, and you’re talking about hogging, baby, I hate to tell you this, but your mommy has some loose screws,” he said in a cute voice rubbing his nose on her tiny face.

“I do not,” you gasped, pretending to be offended.

“Fine, you can take her.”

He pulled out his phone to snap some pictures of you two.

“The two most beautiful girls in the whole world” he set the picture as his Lock Screen and Home Screen right after he took it.

“And they just so happened to be accompanied by the most handsome man in the world.”

“I’d say sexy, but I suppose handsome is good for now.”

“Never mind, I take it back.”

“Nope. No take backs” he kissed your cheek.

“Actually, I have something even better.”

“Hmm?” He looked at you with curious eyes.

“To me, you’re the most handsomest sexiest, hottest lovable person on earth.”

“Stop it,” he whined.

“And with the biggest,” he quickly covered your mouth.

“Y/n! what’s the matter with you!?” He was shocked that you were even about to say something like that. Well, outside of being intimate anyways.

“What? I was just going to say with the biggest heart ever. Why? What were you thinking of? Wait, don’t tell me," he twiddle his thumbs while blushing, “wow, you really are a kinky, aren’t you?”

“I’m not” he buried his face in his pillow. You decided that was enough teasing for the night.

-

5 years had already passed since you had your little one. And just like heeseung promised, he spent more time with the both of you. He was there for crystals first words, her first steps, and even rubbed it in your face when she would pick him over you.

Everything was perfect.

Until the past few months, he always came home late. Oh yeah, he moved in with you shortly after crystal was born cause of the convenience of it. Plus, it was closer to his job.

But something just wasn’t sitting right with you, he always said he would work late, but one time you called his job cause you were feeling particularly anxious that day, and they said he had already left. You really wanted to trust him, but how could you when he was obviously lying to you.

Some nights you’d stay up late waiting for him, others sleeping on the couch or crying yourself to sleep.

“Mommy, wheres daddy?” Crystal approached you on the couch tugging at your shirt.

“Daddy is just working late, that’s all” you lied to her just like he lied to you, but what could you tell her? You didn’t even know where he was. Maybe he just got tired of you both. Those same doubts from when you were first pregnant came flooding your mind just like they did years ago.

“but I want daddy to tuck me in,” she pouted.

“I know, baby, I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” you decided to call him.

“Babe?”

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Crystal wants you to tuck her in. Where are you?”

You could hear him sigh over the line.

“Honey, I’m really busy with work, but I’ll be over as soon as possible” he was already making his way to the car while he was on the phone.

“Okay, see you soon?”

“Yes, you will, baby. Bye, I love you more than words can even describe”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I love you more” you hung up the call, hoping he’d come over.

“Is daddy coming?

“He’s on his way, baby” you distracted her with her favorite toys, and soon enough, heeseung arrived.

“Daddy!” Crystal ran to him, immediately hugging his leg.

“There she is! Look at you. You’re getting so big” he picked her up in his arms. “And heavy,” he groaned.

“Did you miss daddy?” She nodded her head as a yes. “I missed you more. Does mommy talk about me when I’m gone?”

“No, mommy just cries a lot” you avoided eye contact with him.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. He was definitely going to talk to you later, but not in front of crystal.

“Come on, daddy’s gonna tuck you in” he exited the room and came back a while later, somehow tucking in turned into reading a whole bedtime story, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

As soon as you heard the door to her room shut, you started to panic.

What am i going to tell him?

“So, sweetheart, what is this I hear about you crying?”

“I just miss you, that’s all” how could you be mad at him for lying, and you were lying to him yourself.

“Honey, you can’t really lie to me, you know. I’ve known you for six years. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Please, don’t hate me” he looked at you with confusion written on his face.

“How could I ever hate you? Just tell me what’s wrong, yeah?”

“I'm worried that there’s someone else. I mean, you come home late and barely answer my calls. I called your job one time when you were late, and they said you weren’t there.”

“So you don’t trust me anymore? What is a relationship without trust?”

You just looked down, feeling guilty.

“I can’t believe you’d think so low of me” he wanted to tell you the truth so bad, but he couldn’t let you on to what he’s been planning.

“It’s not you. I think low of, I just figured maybe you’re bored of me, I don’t look the way I used to, and now that crystal is old enough to do things on her own, I just thought maybe you’d leave”

“Y/n, you’re breaking my heart right now. How could I ever get bored of you? You make me so happy. Just seeing you both every day makes my heart feel so content, and watching you being such a good mother makes me want to give you the world cause you deserve it and so much more and don’t even get me started on your appearance.

He grabbed your hand and made you stand up, “yep, that’s my girl, look at you” he gripped your waist, trailing his hands up and down your sides. He kissed your shoulder and reached in front of you, rubbing your stomach and making his way towards your breast’s, squeezing them softly.

He pressed his body into your backside, and you could feel his hard on.

“I know you feel that,” he whispered in your ear, and you felt shivers run down your spine. “Even after all these years, I could still cum in my pants at the mere sight of you,” he took a deep breath while rubbing himself against you.

“Heeseung,” you moaned.

“Sweetheart, let’s have another, please?”

You knew how bad he’s been wanting another baby, and you really wanted to give him one.

You turned around and pressed your lips against his giving him the green light.

“Jump” you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist.

Just when he was about to take you to the bedroom, crystal came out of her room, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Daddy, what are you doing to mommy?” He set you back on the ground gently.

He stared at you and panicked. His whole face flushed red while he stammered, trying to make up an excuse.

“You see, baby, when a man loves a-“ you turned to him, eyes nearly bulging out of your head. Was he really going to have “the talk” with a 5 year old.?

“What are you doing?” You whispered shouted.

“I don’t know. Do you have a better idea?”

“Baby, he was just tucking mommy in. You know how daddy tucks you in sometimes?” She nodded her tiny head.

You gave heeseung the eye for him to play along.

“Yup, I was just tucking mommy in,”

“Why is daddy turning red? And why is daddy acting weird?”

You turned around to look at him smirking.

He shook his head, signaling you not to.

“Well, baby, daddy is just weird.”

his jaw was practically on the ground, but he knew it was payback for all the times he teased you.

“Come on, baby, back to bed” you carried her in your arms and tucked her back in.

“How am I weird?” He asked when you got back from her room.

“You’re not. But it’s just so easy to tease you.”

“Well, I guess we’re even now.”

“I'd say so, now let’s finish what you started” you kissed him on the lips and led him to the bedroom.

It wasn’t even minutes before you were both completely naked and roaming all over each other’s bodies.

“Do you remember how we did it when we first met?”

“I actually don’t” you lied to get a reaction from him.

“O-oh, umm, never mind then,” and after all these years of being with him, you could tell whenever he lowered his tone just in the slightest, he was upset about something.

He gave you the perfect reaction. So why not tease him more?

“If it was special, I might have remembered” you sat on top of him, tracing his pecs with your index finger.

“It wasn’t special to you?” The sadness in his tone even more evident.

You sunk down on his cock, taking him by surprise. A loud gasp escaping him.

“Of course, I remember. How could I forget my first time, especially with someone as perfect as you.”

“So you think you’re funny n-now?” He moaned feeling feeling his tip in the deepest part of you.

His head tipped back, and you zeroed in on his neck, sucking on it and leaving dark marks everywhere your lips touched.

“I thought so,” you continued sucking on his neck down to his shoulders.

“Please just fuck me already,” he mewled out. It had been just a bit too long since he last had you, even though it hadn’t been a week yet.

“I’ve got you, baby” you rested your hands on his chest, starting out slowly, but it was just too slow for him.

“Sweetheart, you know I love taking my time with you. but tonight, I really just can’t wait.”

You lifted yourself all the way up and sunk back down on his hard pulsing cock, riding him as fast as you could.

“Oh y/n, that’s it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop” he was moaning continuously, and you were worried that crystal might hear.

You guided his face to your chest, and he instantly latched his mouth on your nipple while you bounced up and down on him.

Usually, he was always very dominant in bed. But having him under you and moaning so loud was a side you would definitely like to see more often from him.

“Fuck, sweetheart, still so tight, just like the first time.”

You were already starting to get tired, but there was no way you were stopping when you felt him twitching inside you.

And his soft whimpers of how good you felt only made you ride him harder.

“And you’re still just as perfect as the first time” you moved his bangs away from his forehead, admiring how beautiful he looked under you.

He looked at you completely mesmerized, his eyes wide and shiny, and his mouth parted slightly as he focused on your beautiful face and the pleasure you were giving to him.

It was only when he placed his thumb on your clit that you felt your orgasm approaching. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, caressing the hardened bud. At the same time, his mouth worked on your other one.

He could already feel you clenching down on him. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm washed over you.

“Heeseung!” You dropped your head on his shoulder as your whole body shook with pleasure.

You didn’t slow down. If anything, you rode him faster, wanting him to cum with you. The sound of skin slapping could be heard all throughout the room, mixed with profanities and loud moans of each other’s names.

“Fuck, y/n, that’s it, I’m gonna cum. I’m g-gonna cum” after the words breathlessly left his lips, you could feel him pumping his seed deep inside of you.

“That’s right, baby, give me all of your cum”

The warmth of him filling you up had you reaching your second orgasm, squeezing his cock uncontrollably, milking him of all his release. Making sure none was wasted.

You rode out his high a little longer before collapsing on his chest,

“You’re going to look so sexy carrying our second baby.” he took a deep breath and rubbed your back soothingly. Once you could feel your legs again, you pried yourself away from his sticky body.

As soon as he lifted you up and pulled out, he watched a mix of yours and his cum leaking from your hole and down his cock, some of it coating his balls and dripping down to stain the sheets.

He bit his lip to control his moans. The sight had him turned on all over again.

Just when you were about to get up and go to the bathroom, he called out to you.

“Wait! Maybe we should go for a round two, just to make sure” he looked at you sheepishly. And the twitching of his cock didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Fine, just to make sure, but you’re on top this time.”

“Say no more, sweetheart,” later that night. You learned that round two was actually code for all night and morning.

-

A week had passed, and he was finally finished with his project.

He felt so bad for lying. But it was just a little white lie, he hated the fact it made you sad that he was gone all the time, but it would all be over soon.

He was working with someone to get a custom engagement ring made, so technically, it wasn’t a lie. He was still working, just working in a different building with different people.

Finally, after so long, he was able to get everything set up. He wanted to make everything perfect for you.

He woke you up extra early.

“Honey, wake up. I have a surprise for you.” He caressed your cheek.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and glared at him.

“Are you crazy? It’s 7 in the morning.”

“And? You should be up by now anyway, hurry up and get ready while I make crystal something to eat, and don’t you dare give me that look ever again.”

“Fine,” you threw off your covers and went to the bathroom.

Once you were finally done, you saw heeseung and crystal playing with toys in the living room.

“Look! Mommy decided to show, after all, baby,”

“Heeseung, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

He ran up to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the door.

“Well, too bad, get in the mood. I have a lot planned for us today. Can I get a good morning kiss first?”

“No.”

“Fine, then we just won’t go.” He folded his arms acting like a kid.

“Good,” you started to walk back to your room. He quickly blocked your path.

“Y/n, come on, just one kiss” he puckered his lips, waiting for your kiss.

You pecked his cheek,

“Happy now? Let’s just go, please.”

“But it wasn’t on the lips” you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was being.

You grabbed him by his collar, pressing him against the wall and kissing him, you bit down on his lip a little, and he gasped. You used the opportunity to stick your tongue in his mouth and devour him whole. He struggled to keep up with you from the sudden action as tiny little moans escaped him.

You pulled away, leaving him utterly breathless.

“Can we go now?

He touched his lips with the tips of his fingers.

“Y-yes, we can go” his felt the heat rise to his cheeks. “Oh my god,” he cupped his face with his hands.

“Hee? Are you coming or not?” You smiled at him from the doorway, it was so cute how flustered he got whenever you would kiss him.

“Coming,” he quickly followed after you.

-

Everything might have gone fine if he didn’t have you blindfolded the whole way there.

“Are we almost there yet?”

“Honey, just be patient, and we’re actually here now.”

“So, I can take this off?”

“Not just yet” he got out of the car and led you and crystal into a tiny wooded area.

He tweaked a few more things, and then he was ready. He patted his pocket just to make sure he had the ring. He placed his hand on his chest, trying to calm his heart, but it was no use. Whenever you were around, it was impossible for his heart rate to be normal.

“Okayyyyy open!” He took both of your blindfolds off and let your eyes adjust.

You let out a sound of utter shock. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You stood in front of a bubble tent with lights decorating the whole exterior, pictures of you, him, and Crystal everywhere, accompanied by rose petals and a little table with some of your favorite snacks.

You didn’t say anything. You just hugged him as tightly as you possibly could. What did you ever do to deserve a man so perfect?

“Please, tell me you like it” he was starting to get a little nervous from your silence.

“I love it!”

“But not more than you love me, right?” He hugged you back.

“Of course not. I love you the most.”

“Crystal, isn’t daddy the best?” You didn’t notice she had already run off and started eating some of the chocolates inside the tent.

You both shared a laugh at her behavior. She was always so easily distracted.

“When did you do all this?”

“You know when I was working late?”

You nodded your head, already knowing where he was going with this.

“I was planning this the whole time. I’m sorry I came home so late. but it was the only free time I had.”

“Don’t be sorry. I should be sorry for ever doubting you.”

“It’s okay. I also have one more surprise” he got down on one knee.

And the tears had already started to fall not just from your eyes but his as well.

“Y/n, I know we did everything completely backwards, but somehow everything just seemed to fall into place, we had ups and downs, but we got through them together as a team. I would have never been able to come this far without you. You and crystal are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you for making me a proud father of our baby girl. You both changed me for the better. You made me happy when I was sad, you were there for me when no one else was, you loved me unconditionally, and I can’t thank you enough for that. I know I’m not perfect, but I promise you that I’ll always try my absolute best cause you deserve it. And I can’t think of any other way I want to spend the rest of my life than with you by my side, so y/n m/n l/n will you marry me?”

“Yes! heeseung, oh my god, yes, yes, yes,” you squealed while he stood up and slipped the ring on your finger.

He lifted you up and spun you around, Placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you so, so much” he sat you down.

“I love you more. You said you’re not perfect, but in my eyes, you’re absolutely flawless. I’m so happy to be yours, and I’m so proud of you for taking up such responsibility. You are a great father, and I know you’re going to be an even better husband.”

“Thank you for saying that it means so much to me” he rested his head on yours, eyes closed, just enjoying the moment.

He stroked the ring on your finger.

“And look, honey, I got three diamonds in the middle, one to represent each of us and both of our initials on the side.”

“You’re so thoughtful. I love it so much baby. How is it possible for me to love you more and more each day?”

“I think the better question is, how did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life each day?”

“When we met at a theater, and I spilled all of my popcorn,” you smiled, remembering the night like it was just yesterday.

“And I told you to clean it up,” he laughed. “I don’t know what was wrong with me back then.”

“What was wrong with you? What about me? There was definitely something not right with the both of us” you laughed along with him.

“Well, maybe wrong, is just our right” he smiled and grabbed your hand leading you inside the tent.

You both joined crystal in the tent and ate the snacks he prepared while talking about all the memories you had together.

“You know, I never told you this, but the first night we met, I actually ran to the parking lot to search for you, but you were already gone.”

Your ears perked up.

“Really? Why?”

“Cause I think deep down inside, I already knew I was madly in love with you.”

“Eww, daddy’s being weird again.”

“Crystal stop it,” you said sternly but broke out into a fit of laughter seconds later.

“Why are you both so mean? All I’ve ever done is love you, and this is the thanks I get?” He pouted.

“Aww, don’t be sad, baby. You know just how much I love you.”

Crystal just shook her head and ignored you both, running outside the tent to play in the grass and enjoy the beautiful weather.

“I think I have an idea. Seeing how you gave yourself up to me so easily all those years ago, you practically begged me for it” he bit his lip, watching your demeanor change instantly.

“Why are you so perverted all the time? Is that all it’s about for you is sex?” You looked at him with a fake disgusted expression.

“Like you didn’t know that when you met me. and you say that as if you’re not the same girl who so eagerly rode me in a theater and begged for me to cum ins-“

“Okay! I think that’s enough going down memory lane. For now”

“Are you sure cause I think there’s a few bits and pieces that I left out”

“Do you mean the part where you came in your pants, and I barely even touched you?”

“Can you blame me? Just look at you. Plus, you’re the one who said it was, and I quote, “the hottest thing ever.” he popped a chocolate into his mouth.

“Whatever”

“Just come over here and cuddle with me. You’re too far away. and I want to feed you.”

“Okay,” you lay next to him and he wrapped his arm around you, you both looked at the sky, pointing out clouds that were shaped like animals and even one that resembled a heart like shape. He stole kisses here and there and never forgot to mention how lucky he was to have you in his life.

If anyone had told you this was how your life would end up after six years, you wouldn’t have believed them. It just sounded too good to be true. But here you were with the love of your life and your precious daughter, making even more unforgettable memories.

Oh, and did I forget to mention another baby was on the way?

The future held so much for you both. But you and heeseung took your time and didn’t rush anything cause you could only live one day at a time, and there was no need to. Time already passed quickly enough when you were with the ones you truly loved.

-

Nine months later and you were going into labor again but with twins this time. Heeseung was ecstatic about having twins. There was something about you and babies he just couldn’t seem to get enough of,

It felt like deja vu getting up In the middle of the night and waking up heeseung, your now husband of five months.

“Babe?” You shook him awake.

“Yes, honey?”

“I think I’m going into labor. My water just broke”

“Okay, he turned back on his side and closed his eyes. They immediately shot back open when he processed what you had just said. “Your water broke?!” He jumped out of bed, scrambling to find his keys.

“The keys, the keys, where are the damn keys?!”

“Baby, they’re on the nightstand.”

“Thank you, honey” he flashed you the biggest smile and grabbed his overnight bags, he woke up crystal and headed out of the door with her in his arms.

“Daddy, where’s mommy?”

“Mommy is in her roo-“ and it finally dawned on him. You waited a few seconds for him to realize what he did. Sure enough, he was back inside looking at you.

“Sweetheart, I swear, I didn’t forget you this time” he swooped you up in his arms and carried you to the car.

“I believe you” you kissed his cheek as he buckled you in. He went to the driver's side, grabbing your hand and driving you both to the hospital.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you more.”

There was no way you would trade this life for anything. Sure, things were rocky in the beginning, but it all seemed to fall into place, just like heeseung said, and when he promised you the world, you knew he would give it to you cause he never broke his promises.

Who knew you’d find the love of your life, your husband, and the father of all three of your kids from spilling a bucket of popcorn.

The end ~

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[aquariaries]

Kou Mukami Heaven Story - Chaos Lineage

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for another language, I just ask that you credit both 46snowfox as the original translator and myself as the English translator if you do!***

Original translation credit: @46snowfox

https://46snowfox.tumblr.com/post/617475223016669184/01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08

You can find Kou's previous chapters in @tournesolia's masterlist linked down below!

https://tournesolia.tumblr.com/

PLACE: Downtown - Night

Yui: Haa ... ... *sigh*

(Going back home is so lonely. Kou-kun has a job that requires work overnight ... ...)

(He said recording could take a long time, and that he wouldn't know when it would end.)

(Also ... ...)

*She checks her phone*

He hasn't responded to my texts, either.

(Because he's so busy at work, he doesn't have time to answer ... ...)

I want to see Kou-kun ... ...

(I'll try to contact him one more time a little later ... ...)

*Crowd clamors*

Girl A: Hey, look at that!

Girl B: Kyaaa! It's Kou!

Yui: Eh ... ... ?

(Ah ... ... Kou is appearing on that big screen. Is that commercial ... ... his new job?)

(He's singing and dancing, and smiling so happily .. ... Fufu, how cool.)

Girl A: Kou is so cool! I wish I had a boyfriend like that~

Girl B: Me too! Kou seems to be the kind of person that's nice to his girlfriend.

Yui: (... ... He's very popular. As expected of an idol.)

(I'm glad to see Kou-kun, even if it's just a commercial, but I want to hurry up and see the real one.)

(When will he be coming back --)

*She's grabbed from behind and blindfolded*

Yui: Kyaa!?

(My vision went pitch black ... ... !? I'm certain someone just blindfolded me -–)

???: Who is it?

Yui: (Eh? This voice is ... ...)

Kou-kun ... ... ?

*She's unblindfolded*

Kou: Ding dong, ding dong! You're correct!

Yui: (I knew it, it was Kou-kun ... ... !)

Kou-kun! You see --

Kou: Shh! The others around us will notice that I'm here!

Yui: Ah ... ...

Girl B: Eh? Just now, did Kou ... ...

Girl A: No way!? Isn't that the real Kou over there!?

Kou: Crap!

M-neko-chan, let's run!

Yui: O-okay!

*They run off*

PLACE: Mukami Living Room - Night

Yui: I'm really sorry ... ...

(There's no way we wouldn't be caught when speaking loudly like that. I have to be careful from now on ... ...)

Kou: It's alright. We were able to escape. Besides, I was the one who surprised you.

Yui: Ah, it's true. You usually let me know when you're coming back, what happened today?

You didn't answer my texts either, did something happen?

Kou: Well, my manager took my cell phone from me so that I could concentrate on recording.

And that was before I could tell you that I wouldn't be able to contact you for a while. Even though it's my job, that's going too far.

Yui: I see, so that's what it was.

Kou: I was planning to contact you as soon as I was done recording, but I wanted to surprise you.

So, I went straight back home in a taxi without sending you any texts.

I was lucky to find you on the way.

Yui: I see. Did you find me by chance then?

(Somehow, it makes me happy that he spotted me among so many people ... ...)

Since you said you were going to be late at work, I didn't imagine that we would see each other again so soon.

Kou: Are you glad I'm back?

Yui: Yeah ... ...

Kou: Me too ... ... I'm happy to see you. I was thinking about you during the whole recording you know?

I felt very lonely not being able to contact you despite matter how much I wanted to ... ... So, could you gimme a recharge?

*He hugs her*

Yui: Ah ... ...

(Kou-kun is hugging me ... ... Fufu, it's been awhile since he's done this.)

... ... That's right, I haven't said it yet.

Welcome back, Kou-kun.

Kou: I'm home ... ... Nnn ... ... *kisses*

Yui: ... ... Nn ... ...

(It tickles ... ...)

*Commercial jingle plays on the tv*

Huh? This music ... ...

Kou: Hm? ... ... Ah, so they're already airing that commercial.

Yui: Earlier it was also broadcast on a big screen. It's amazing that they show it in areas like that.

(Ah ... ... The Kou-kun from the commercial just winked.)

You're very good at winking Kou-kun. As expected of an idol.

Kou: That much is simple. Anyone can do it right?

Yui: ... ... I don't think everyone can.

Kou: That reaction ... ... M-neko-chan, can you not wink?

Yui: Uh ... ... I-it's just, I usually don't have the chance to do it ... ... !

Although, I'm a little envious that you find the right moments to do it.

Kou: Heh ... ... In that case, let's practice together!

Yui: Eh? You'll help me?

Kou: Of course! As a professional, I'll teach you perfectly ♪

Yui: Thank you! I guess I'll take advantage of that and accept.

Kou: Leave it to me! Then let's start training. Can we do it in my room?

Yui: Yes!

Kou: Then go change. When you're done, come to my room.

PLACE: Kou's Room - Night

Kou: With that said, now try winking.

Yui: Eh, so suddenly?

Kou: It's just that if I don't see what you can do, I won't be able to give you the right advice?

Yui: Y-yes ... ... Understood.

(I'm embarrassed to do it while he's staring at me but ... ... Here I go!)

Kou: Uwah ... ... Wrinkles appeared between your eyebrows. You're worse than I imagined.

Yui: (He's really stunned ... ... !)

W-wait! Let me try one more time! Here I go? One, two ... ... !

Kou: Now you just closed both eyes, right? That doesn't count as a wink.

Yui: Uuu ... ... One more time! Please, give me another chance!

Kou: It's fine. Try how ever much you want until you're satisfied.

Yui: Thank you!

(Everything will be fine, I just have to close one eye ... ... One, two!)

*Time passes*

Yui: ... ... ... ...

(I can't believe I didn't succeed even once ... ...)

Kou: Yikes, I'm really suprised. I think this is the first time I've seen someone be so bad at winking.

Yui: (Uuu ... ...)

Kou: Ah, sorry, sorry. Please don't look so depressed?

You have me, the best coach on your side after all ♪

But if you really want to succeed, you'll have to go through some hard training~

Yui: Yeah, I imagined so ... ...

Kou: With that said, every time you fail, I'll give you one kiss.

Yui: Eeeh~!? A k-kiss ... ... Why!?

Kou: I won't accept complaints. Plus, you just have to not fail, right?

Yui: That's true, but ... ...

Kou: It'll be fine. As promised, I'll be giving you advice.

Yui: U-understood. I'll try my best.

Kou: The trick to winking is to tilt your head slightly while doing so.

It won't work if you do it while stiff, so how about you start practicing that first?

Yui: Tilt the head ... ... L-like this?

Kou: Nope, you haven't done it well at all~ Okay, here's a kiss ... ... Nnn. *kiss*

Yui: Nn ... ... !?

Kou: Alright, next!

Yui: L-like this ... ... ?

Kou: Ahaha! You closed both eyes! Okay, punishment time ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

Yui: (Nnn ... ... Huh? This kiss is deeper than the previous one ... ... ?)

Kou: Alright, try one more time!

Yui: Y-yes!

(I failed before, but if I relax a bit ... ... !)

Here I go!

Kou: How scary! Your eyes are half open!! It can't be helped, I'll have to punish you again ... ... Nn ... ... Nnnnn ... ... *kisses her deeply*

Yui: ... ... Nnnnn ... ... !?

(I knew it, the kisses are getting deeper!!)

(Will each kiss become even deeper!? As I thought, this is really embarrassing!)

Kou: Well then, try again! This time strive to do your best and succeed

*Time passes*

Yui: Haah, haah ... ...

(The kiss just now was quite literally minutes long. The thought of being kissed if I fail makes me even more nervous ... ...)

(Uuu, it's too embarrassing, I can't take much more than this ... ... !)

Kou: Okay, next --

Yui: I-I can't anymore! I give up!!

Kou: Eeh? Do you really want to give up?

Yui: Yeah ... ...

Kou: I see. In that case ... ...

*He comes closer and starts to move her clothing*

Yui: Kyaa!?

Kou: Bad girls who give up must be punished, right? ... ... Hah ... ... Nnn ... ... *bites*

Yui: (Nn ... ... His fangs are on my shoulder ... ...)

Kou: ... ... You were embarrassed because I kissed you a lot, right?

I wonder if that's why ... ... your blood is so sweet and delicious ... ... Nnn ... ... fuu ... ...

Yui: ... ... Nnnn ... ...

(... ... Nn, everytime he sinks his fangs in deeper, the more my chest aches.)

Kou: ... ... Your eyes are melting. Do you want me to suck more?

Yui: Ah ... ... yes ... ...

Kou: Fufu, To think that you would ask for it yourself, as expected of you, M-neko-chan.

I will fulfill your wishes, and suck as much as you want ... ... Nnnn ... ... hm ... ...

Yui: Nnn ... ... Aaah ... ...

Kou: Fufu, actually. I was thinking that I was sure everything would turn out like this.

Yui: Eh ... ... ? Eeeeh!?

(Does that mean that all this training was on purpose!? It can't be~!!)

Kou: Until the lesson is over, I won't be letting you go okay ... ... ?

PLACE: Mukami Mansion Hallway - Night

*She knocks on Kou's door*

Yui: Kou-kun, is now a good time?

Kou: Yeah, come on in.

PLACE: Kou's Room - Night

Kou: What's up all of a sudden?

Yui: You see, there's something I want to show you, Kou-kun.

Kou: Something you want to show me?

Yui: Yeah! I couldn't do it before, but now ... ... ! *She winks*

Kou: Heh, that's amazing! It's a beautiful wink.

Yui: Fufu, right? I've been secretly practicing since then.

Now I can wink whenever I want!

Kou: You're this happy just to be able to wink, how cute~... ...

Yui: Eh? -- Wah!

*He comes up and holds her*

Kou: You're cute when you wink M-neko-chan, but don't wink in front of anyone other than me, okay?

Obviously, that applies to Ruki-kun and the others as well!

Yui: (Ah ... ... He's jealous ... ...)

(Fufu, Kou-kun said that I was cute, but he is also quite cute himself.)

Kou: It's a promise, alright? ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

-END-

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #kou mukami #yui komori

[mythica0]

sure!! (I'm the anon you posted about) it could be the moment when splinter realized that his little turtles were ticklish maybe maybe when he was taking care of them or playing with them

A Loving Father

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Tots Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph

🍫:Splinter

Summary: Splinter loves his kids, and he finally feels capable to play with them after 4 years. He finds out something that he would have never expected.

A/N: here ya go anon! Sorry for the wait ended up going to sleep before finishing these!

A Loving Father

Four years.

That’s how long it took him to be ready to be a father.

He loved his new children, he did, truly and wholly and unconditionally. But being a parent is hard, especially for someone still dealing with… a lot.

Red was already six. Blue and purple were five. Orange was only four.

Splinter decided that he was finally ready. Finally able to step up. And if he was going to be late, he was going to do it right.

After breakfast that morning, he sat the tots down around him and told them a little game he had planned.

“You guys run around, and I try to catch you! It’s called ‘tag’. Sound fun?”

The little one’s eagerly nodded. They were gonna play a game with dad!

“I’ll give you a ten second head start!”

“Everybody scatter!” Leo shouted as dad started counting down from ten.

They all ran in different directions, their little feet carrying them further than one would expect.

Once the rat-man reached zero, he ran after his kids that were scattered across the living room.

He ran after blue first, considering it was the slider’s genius idea to go in all different directions.

“I gotcha blue!” He spoke, reaching out to tag his shell.

He didn’t expect his paw to graze blue’s shell, causing a squeak to fall out of his mouth.

Splinter thought for a moment as he ran after Leo, figuring it out in his head.

When he finally reached the tot, he scooped him up. “Gotcha! And it looks like someone is a ticklish little turtle~”

The father then poked all across blues plastron, causing him to squeak and giggle, chirps piercing the sounds every once in a while.

The turtles knew what tickling was, and had used it on eachother in the past, but had never expected dad to use it too!

Leo thought that maybe ratting out his brothers would get him free sooner, so he spoke through his chirpy giggles. “Whehehe ahall *chirp* ahare!”

“Oh are you now? Well, I better go test that theory, but first~” He then blew a raspberry into blue’s plastron, causing the slider to squeal in delight and fall into loud giggles.

Then dad set him down, and went to get the others.

The next turtle he chased was red. The snapper was rather large for his age, and was hence easy to spot and target.

Splinter chased red for awhile, finally catching him when he tripped on his tail.

“Come here, kid!” He called, starting up his attack on red’s shell.

The oldest turtle quickly fell into laughter, “Dahahahad! Ahahaha!”

“Yyyes~”

“Ihihit tihihihickles!”

“Of course it does! That is the point! But, I do have some other small boys to catch.”

And the rat man let him go to go hunt for the others.

The next target- purple. Splinter was rather surprised at how smart the little turtle was, and he was definitely more serious than his brothers. But he was still the funny one!

When he caught purple, he decided to squeeze his tiny leg and see what happened.

“Eee! Dahahahad Noho!”

“Dad yes!”

The soft shell giggled loudly as he was attacked, squirming and writhing the whole time, trying to get free.

“Wohoah! Someone’s feisty!”

“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho!”

“Ahalright, alrihight.”

Splinter let purple go and started back up the chase for the last turtle standing, orange. The youngest.

The small box turtle was already giggling like a lunatic as he ran, no doubt expecting what was going to happen once he was caught.

“Come here orange!” Dad shouted as he ran.

“Eheheheee! Yohou cahahant cahahatch mehehe!”

“Oh yes I can~ gotcha!” The rat shouted, poking orange’s neck.

“Noho!” The smallest turtle squeaked out as he fell to the ground.

“Yes! Such ticklish little things you all are!”

“Ehahaha! Dhahahad! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Not there? Not where? Here?” He spoke, poking his neck again.

The kid scrunched up his head and ducked it into his shell, giggling crazily.

“Oh, well, guess I’ll just- pbbt!” He blew a raspberry into the back of orange’s shell, causing his head to pop out.

“Eheheheehehe! Okahahahay! Okahahahay!”

“Alright I’ll let you go.” He spoke, walking over to the spot where the other three had waited.

“Alright, time for a nap, you four.”

“Okay, dad.” They chorused. They were all ticketed out from their game!

Splinter loved his boys so much. He was going to try his best to be a loving father.

———THE END————————————————

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[miyagifangkai]

Crossing Paths

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary: You work at a boring convenience store and just as the days start to run together and you get tired of your routine a new customer walks in, what will happen?

Word Count: 1.7k, I think???

Warnings: nothing really, maybe some curse words??

A/N: hi, this is the first chapter. I’m a little rusty on writing.. tbh if this flops I’m still gonna write and post idgaf lmao but again, thank you for taking time out of your day to read this. Much appreciated! Love you all! 💕

As the days seemed to pass the more they ran together, faces started to mesh into one, your work duties started to get done while you were on autopilot, you started greeting customers with a robotic tone in your voice, and your smile started to wear out. You felt like you were always here, alone. Even in a small convience store you still wouldn’t mind interaction; not with just customers but with someone or something exciting. Even your life outside of work seemed boring.

The hours were long when you worked. Always working open to close due to you being one out of two key holders at the store. You would work into the night closing around 9pm, grab take out, drive home, go inside, eat, watch an episode of your favorite show or movie, brush your teeth, drag your feet across the floor into your bedroom, and fall asleep.

Of course there were days off but lately those were very far and inbetween. Sometimes you didn’t mind being away from home too much because you were alone when you were there too. You wanted to pick up more shifts and your manager, who held the other set of keys, didn’t mind that.

But here you were on a bland Tuesday evening around 5pm getting prepared for a slight rush because of the adults getting off of work. You sat in one of the most uncomfortable stools you could ever think of to relax for a bit and hopefully to cool down because you had gotten overheated from the afternoon sun blazing through the windows above the cash register. You were chewing on a piece of gum while reading through a magazine about the big drama surrounding celebrities or how they are “just like you,” you scoff to yourself muttering “yeah, sure they are,” as you roll your eyes.

You hear the little bell on the door chime as you see a light blonde haired man walk in. Your eyes dart up at him and you instinctively straighten your shoulders and get ready to put on your fake smile and customer service voice before you realize he doesn’t even look your way. He makes his way to the back of the store near the coolers as you silently wait upon his return.

You look back down at your magazine and absentmindedly tap your fingers on the counter as you read.

You’re interrupted by the clattering of cans being roughly sat down beside your magazine. You look back up and are met with dark blue eyes and a sad expression on his face. He didn’t look like he took care of himself that greatly but still one of the cleanest looking customers you’ve seen in awhile. You give him a small smile, “This all?”

He looks at you and nods.

You ring up the beer cans and tell him the price and he starts digging for cash in his pocket.

“Sorry,” he quietly apologizes.

You smile, “Oh, no worries. I get paid by the hour, so.”

He chuckles lightly and hands you the cash.

“Thank you, need a receipt?”

“No thanks,” he grabs the cans and quickly makes his exit before you can tell him to have a good evening.

You mumble, “What a weirdo,” and go back to your reading.

That was the first interaction you had with him and it surely wouldn’t be last. As he started to come in more often. Not every day. But every other day, here and there; and he would come in at the same time every time. Close to 5pm before rush would hit.

You wondered about him on the days he didn’t come in, hell, you could say you almost missed him sometimes. He was something. Somebody you could possibly get to know or truly, he wasn’t that bad to look at.

Your interactions didn’t have enough words for any type of brain stimulation but every time he walked in you could feel your heartbeat start to get faster.

He always bought the usual, beer.

You even got the chance to ask him how he was and he would answer with, “Alright, I guess. You?”

That’s when you would always give him your catchphrase, “Oh, you know, livin’ the dream!”

He always laughed when you said it giving you a small smile.

After that your conversations started to become a little longer. Even though, you two avoided formalities with each other. Never getting his name or his occupation but you didn’t think that you wanted to know. You wanted to keep him a mystery. Usually reality really bites and you decided to keep dreaming.

A few weeks later he came in with another boy, a highschooler, you didn’t know him as you weren’t in high school yourself but you still wondered. He was a lot more outgoing than the blonde, you almost laughed at those two, how opposite. You thought that maybe the mysterious blonde man was his teacher or a family friend. They both came up to the counter with chips, soda; and of course, beer.

You look at the blonde and smile, “This all?”

The blonde nods, “Yeah, that’s it.”

You give a small nod and smile at the kid, “How’s school going?”

“Sucks. School’s school,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“I get that,” you answer, “your total is $14.87.”

The blonde hands you a $20 and you type into the register and as you’re getting out the change you hear the kid ask, “Why don’t you wear a name tag?”

You look down at your shirt and sigh not believing that you had forgotten to wear a name tag that day.

“Oh? I usually do. I forgot today!” You facepalm.

The brunette boy asks, “What’s your name then?”

“Y/N, what’s yours?”

“Miguel! This is Johnny.”

You look up at Johnny, “Johnny. Nice. Well, nice to meet you both. Miguel and Johnny,” you smile.

Johnny quickly looks at the ground trying to hide his evergrowing blush.

Miguel seems to notice something going on between you and Johnny and he smirks, “Have you heard about the karate dojo opening up here?”

“What? No. I haven’t! Who’s teaching?”

Miguel points at Johnny excitedly, “Yours truly!”

You look back up at Johnny, “Oh, karate huh? Well, that’s good. I’m glad there’s something going there. It’s been vacant for a while now.”

Johnny pipes in, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure about opening a dojo but Miguel here really talked me into it.”

“Well, that’s cool. How do you two know each other?” You ask.

“We’re neighbors and Johnny helped me get out of a sticky situation with some bullies one day using his totally awesome karate moves.”

You see Johnny start to give Miguel an intense look and it seems like he didn’t like Miguel sharing that information with you so you stay silent and don’t ask questions.

“Yeah. Well, we better get going. Got a dojo to set up,” Johnny places his hand on Miguel’s back to get him to start moving.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Well, good luck with everything guys! I’ll see ya later!” You wave.

“See ya!” Miguel waves back.

Another week or two passes by and you see Johnny again, this time without Miguel.

Johnny quickly glances at you and gives you a kind nod and you reciprocate with a smile. He makes his way into the back to get his usual. You wanted to get to know him more, for some reason there was something about him that drew you to him.

You slowly walk back towards the snack area to see if you could get a good look at him. As you stand there practically staring a hole through the back of him without realizing it he confidently says, “It’s rude to stare, you know?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly say, “Oh, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to be rude!”

He turns around with a faint blush and almost a smirk, “Need anything?”

You sigh, “Uh, no. I just wanted to make sure you were finding everything alright,” nice save.

Johnny chuckles, “Right. Well, I have everything I need,” and he raises up the beer cans and starts walking towards the front.

You take a second to breathe and take in all your embarrassment and then start to follow him. You just wanted to melt into the floor so you could never see him again.

You make your way behind the counter and scan the cans, “So, Johnny,” you wanted to make conversation with him. Besides, you’d seen him here so many times in the past and you are just now figuring out what his name was so you couldn’t help but let curiosity kill the cat.

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering, like, I’ve seen you here a lot. What do you do? You know, for a living?”

Johnny looks at you with a piercing gaze but quickly softens, “Teach karate.”

You almost face palm. You knew that. Miguel had told you that not too long ago. You couldn’t believe you just asked him that like a big idiot.

You chuckle at your stupidity, “Oh! Yeah! I knew that!”

Johnny cracks a small smile, “Yeah, dojo is down that way. You should swing by some time if you’re interested,” his smile falls into a smirk and he looks away from you at the floor with red cheeks. You couldn’t help but take in his handsome features.

That’s when it hit you swing by? Was he hitting on you? No way. He couldn’t be. He was so out of your league. Or was he?

“I definitely will one day! I wouldn’t mind learning some self defense since I work nights too.”

“You work nights? By yourself?”

“Well, kinda. We close at 9 but still that’s pretty late around these parts sometimes.”

“Yeah, hey, I don’t mind to stay after class to walk you to your car if you need me to.”

Every bit of you wanted him to. You didn’t even know him barely but you felt like you’ve known him forever.

“Johnny, you don’t have to do that. Really, that’s late. I don’t want to keep you out.”

“No, really I don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

You see his eyes lighten up a bit more, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah, sure. I close up by 9.”

“Alright, I’ll be outside the dojo waiting for you,” he slowly steps away.

“Uh, wait!” You raise your hand slightly to stop him, “uh, you’re not planning on kidnapping me or something? You’re not like an axe murderer or something?”

Johnny laughs, “No. I don’t plan on murdering you, Y/N.”

Johnny steps back up to counter and reaches out his hand for you to shake, “Johnny Lawrence.”

You shake his hand, “Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you, officially.”

You smile, “Nice to meet you too.”

Johnny let’s go of your hand, “Alright, I’ll see ya later!”

“See ya!”

Johnny makes his exit and you sit down on your uncomfortable stool and take a deep breath. Holy shit, he was hitting on you.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #miguel diaz #william zabka #johnny lawrence x reader #daniel larusso #cobra kai imagine #hawk moskowitz #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #robby keene #karate kid

[bryan360]

No "On This Day" posting I'll be focusing today.

Also….

(NO COPYING OR PLAGIARIZING FROM ME AND ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIEND’S WORK! THAT INCLUDES OUR CHARACTERS, DESIGNS, STUFF, ETC. IMPOSTERS AND SEXBOTS ARE NOT WELCOME TO FOLLOW MY BLOG WHATSOEVER! 😡 That will be all….I mean it.)

2024 Review - Seagate 2TB Portable Drive (Second Half - Installing and Formatted)

Hey, guys! Sorry for keeping this waited from past weeks that I’m trying to write I got. Nevertheless, it’s time for the second half part of my portable drive topic review without leaving behind. Last time where I’d covered the unboxing portion during the first half, I’m now moving onto to install with my gaming system which I’d did awhile back. Before I can show you around, there’s something I wanted to bring I’d kept secret from past years. I should’ve brought it sooner if I had such time left til now. Nevertheless, it’s for my gaming console itself as a previous upgrade that my family give me.

(From January. 6th; 2:29 to 2:30 P.M.)

This here’s my actual Xbox One S console (not the Xbox Series S/X, though). It happened back in December. 16th, 2019 that my family give me as a late Christmas gift by surprise. Well, a surprise for me back then from before. There’s also a second gift that would be save for another time. Anyways, It’s been past 6 years later after decided to move on with my Xbox One S system. Its longevity usage runs well of playing games I have; which I’ll get to that for my final part soon. As for what happened to my original Xbox One, the one I got from April 2015; is thankfully kept into my closest that doesn’t have scratches. Don’t worry, I still got everything for my Xbox One S system with its data that was originally carried from my original gaming console.

(From 2:32 to 2:56 P.M.)

So anyways as I continue on, we’re bringing you this step where I installed with my portable drive and its USB cable. Took about few seconds to connect with both items together, but finally got it of what’s on screen display right after turning my gaming console. As you can see, there’s a front USB slot down left corner below where I’d placed there. It was my second attempt when my gaming console recognize not too long ago. Of course there’s some USB slots on the backside I’d tried to get around minutes before that. I don’t know why or if I would’ve paid attention closely, but the front USB slot is one way to go. Now, I went to options setting to manage storage devices; where you can see I could select on either media and for games with my portable drive. Obviously, I’m here to formatted any games I got. As of now though, it read about 1.8TB instead of 2TB from what the box advertised. It does happens for other hard drives, so that’s alright.

(From 2:58 to 3:01 P.M.)

Just holding on til I'd promised I can finished off for the final part soon. In the meantime, I've given to formatted my portable drive that didn't take long to complete. I'd given its name of "My Games" first during this recording. Looks good so far as I'm moving to store with one of my games I got. That said, that's gonna be it for this second half part of my portable drive review. I’m sorry that things weren’t according as planned I’d would’ve do more for this month. I’m just having some trouble scheduling while I’m stuck doing at the program for weekday mornings. Even though I would be doing during the weekends by any point, I’d tried my best to write some stuff. Nevertheless, at least I’d gotten with this second half covered; especially finally showing my previous gaming console after years later.

My Overall Thoughts (so far):

As of now, It’s nice to installed with my portable drive and its 3.0 cable to my gaming console in respond. So far, I’d went through formatted with my device before I can move on with my other games to store later. And I just had one game that deserved to start up for my final part soon. Hope you’ll be ready for this. 👍

Reveal - Link Here

First Half - Unboxing Impressions - Link Here #2

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[every1sno1fangirl]

Happy Hifuumo...Sunday. Yeah, this is a lot later than I really wanted it to be. Friday kind of really sucked and was frustrating for a lot of reasons and it carried over well into when I'm typing this.

Chronic illness sucks.

It wasn't just chronic illness of course. It was some system error with the bank that led to me being like two hours late for a doctor's appointment. But it became my illness as soon as I got back from my really fun trip. And I hate that those good times get ruined.

I hate how I /dwell/ on it for so long, but it weighs on me so much that it just can't not. And then other stressful things happen and it all culminates in a time I enjoyed no longer being so as it cascades through my life.

And it's dumb, but I felt 'guilty' for not having done this sooner? So much so that it just made it so this happened further than it could have, which just made me feel even worse.

This isn't the first time it's happened either of course.

But it is the first time where it took me /this/ long to finally do the fun thing I enjoy doing. And that sucks.

And I think it will keep sucking, so long as it keeps happening and I do nothing about it. Lots of things interfere with my life.

Being able to deal with them is very important. So for now on...I think I'll start going on these trips earlier in the week. Like on Wednesday or Thursday perhaps. And then give myself a whole day to decompress and write up these adventures I have on Friday.

I think it would be better for me to manage my time in that way. I feel sort of dumb for not thinking to do so earlier, but now that I have it is something I will do going forward.

I cannot avoid stressful things forever. How I deal with them matters.

And so does not turning things that aren't stressful—things that have been alleviating my stress—into something that is. These trips and the little journal I make out of them (And stories. Sorry I haven't written one in awhile) are for fun. They should stay that way.

I will be going back to this region of my city next week. It's old and has a lot of history. In fact, this bar is VERY 'old style'. It's filled with a lot of history and taking a closer look at it would be fun.

And that's the important thing. Having fun with this. More than anything turning going outside like this—something that is still filling me with anxiety—into something fun helps me so much.

And everything after is fun too. When I'm not all up in my head about it.

So with all of that out of the way, I might go back and retroactively write some stories (Like of this trip) and post them somewhere. Because a lot of these are really funny and I want to. And it's as simple as that.

I love you all, I hope you have a great day!

#Hifuumo Friday #im learning how to use tumblr more now #sorry for the giant mess my previous posts were

[halotopicecream]

Hi I love your writing so much!!~ I came here to ask if I could request a smut fluff with Ateez Dom!Yunho and Sub!Female reader. I was thinking of a plot with Ateez is on a tour and reader goes there to surprise Yunho and the rest of Ateez. Reader and Yunho haven’t seen each other for a while so they showed how much they had missed each other.~

Thank you beforehand!~

Im literally so sorry for answering this so late! I’ve been having trouble writing atm and I wanted to make sure I answered your request well so I didn’t rush but I realize it’s literally been so long and I’m so sorry😭 also I may or may not have flustered myself at the end🥴

-𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐅𝐭: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, little angst but it’s barley even there

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: reader lies to Yunho (for good purposes it’s VALID), Yunho is a sad boi :(, so. much. kissing, like it’s almost unbearable, pwp, established relationship, wooyo nipples, the ending is so fluffy (except for one part teehee) I nearly puked.

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!Yunho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, size kink… c’mon it’s Yunho what do you expect?, fingering, very minor handjob, praise, BIG DICK YUNHO, belly bulge, marking, sir kink, spanking, pet names (baby, tiny, good girl, princess), mentions of when reader was a virgin, they’re both horny and in love, aftercare.

Four months.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen or held your Yunho in person.

It was miserable. You always missed him, and the only way you got to see him was through FaceTime calls (which he now hardly had time for) and clips of him you saw on YouTube.

You were lonely yes, but you weren’t mad. You could never be mad at Yunho. You’ve been dating since before he was even an Idol; a few months before he became a trainee actually. You’ve always been by his side and had no intentions of going anywhere else.

You knew it was going to be difficult dating an Idol; barley being able to see him and always missing him and being left alone when he went away for tours. But you knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted to continue dating him. You knew the chances of being left alike to your devices, waking up at ungodly hours to him opening your apartment door and flopping down to sleep with you, listening as he mumbled sleepy apologies and saying how much he loved and missed you.

As frustrating as it was sometimes, you loved him. And you loved his members too.

They were like brothers to you, and you missed them as well.

You would always support Yunho through his dream and passion, encouraging him to keep going and being his number one fan through it all.

Did you cry some night because you missed him? Yes. Did that mean you took out your lonely, touch starved anger out on him when all he was doing was living the life he wanted? Of course not.

You were actually one of the people who really encouraged him to try out for being in a group, and after awhile of helping him build confidence, he finding listened.

And now look where he was.

As lonely as you were, you’d never know how much lonelier Yunho was.

He didn’t know he needed you as much as he did until he was away from you for extended periods of time. He would constantly have the urge to feel your wrapped in his arms; to squeeze your smaller body against his and give you every drop of love he could squeeze out.

Being away from you killed Yunho, but being away from you also made him perform harder.

He knew you watched the clips people posted of him dancing, so he made sure he gave it his all so when he saw you again, he’d get the best cuddles ever while listening to you praise him as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Damn…

Thinking about it makes his heart hurt.

He mused grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, pressing several little pecks against your lips and telling you he loves you.

He’s also been violently horny but we’ll talk about that later.

After the first day of the concert you managed to get in contact with Yunho, telling him you watched the live stream and how he did so so well and you were so proud of him.

He felt his heart grow ten times bigger heading your praise, cheeks raising in a smile and anyone looking would think he was a kid in a candy store from how giddy he was. “You guys looked so good! No matter how many times I hear you sing you always so so amazing Yu! Your voice is so so pretty.”

God, he loved you so fucking much.

“Thank you tiny, but you know instead of watching online you could maaybe come to a show and come see me.” This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to do this.

You loved Yunho, but sometimes he was incredibly gullible.

If he looked closely enough, he could see the room behind you was definitely not your own. It wasn’t your best friends room either. So if he saw, he might either assume you’re cheating on him, or… whatever other option there is.

You flew in right after the concert had ended, got to your hotel (which, thanks to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, was the one they were staying in) and settled in. He had no idea you were there, and you intended to keep it that way.

The only ones who knew about you being there were Joong and Hwa, since they were the only ones you trusted enough not to open their mouths and ruin the surprise. You saw Hongjoong walk behind Yunho, and his face turned into a smile, walking over to peer over Yunho’s shoulder and talk to you.

“Hi Y/n.”

“Hey Joongie. You guys did amazing by the way, no matter how many times I see it the performances just get better and better.” His face flushed a light pink, always happy to get praise about his group and their progress.

“Thanks, I wish you were here thought, we miss you.”

“Uh, hello? Can I please talk to MY girlfriend in peace?” Yunho butted in, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that made Joong roll his eyes and you laugh.

“Girlfriend shmirlfriend, there’s not one thing you two together that we call can’t do together.” He was not ready for the quick answered he got.

“Yunho gets to kiss her.” Seonghwa said.

“Yunho gets to give her hickies.” Wooyoung pointed out.

“He can literally fuck her you guys. That’s what you can’t do with her, asshole.” Yeosang scoffed, yelling when Hongjoong ran off to jump on him (but he was very easily held up, I’m whipped for Yeo’s arms). You snickered, love ring your mouth to keep your laughter down in fear of what the people in the rooms next to you would do.

Yunho grumbled to himself, walking out of the chaotic room to finally have peace and quiet to speak to you.

Second day of the tour in the country they were in, and you were currently getting dressed.

You decided to use an inspired outfit, loving how Wooyoungs outfit was so you made your own little spin-off. You got a white bandanna and wrapped it around your chest after using a friends cricket machine to put ‘break the wall’ ‘shout’ and other things on his shirt on yours. Wrapping it around your chest and tying it tightly, you draped a white leather jacket over your shoulders, pulling on a pair of white high waisted jeans and slipping on your white platform Converse after doing your make-up and styling for hair.

In you were being honest, you felt good.

You arrived early, and quickly after hundreds of thousands of people flooded in after you. Damn, that’s a lot of people.

Once you reached the front of the line you showed the guard the special pass Hongjoong had given you, and he welcomed you in and told you the exact spot Hongjoong had gotten you. Thanking him, you had your way inside, buying a light stick (because you forgot yours, sadly) and making your way to your seat.

“Seat number F101.” You mumbled to yourself, walking round to find your assigned seat, probably looking as lost as a baby duckling until you finally found it. He had gotten you a seat right in front of the stage, dead, fucking, center.

Perfect, no you’ll be nervous the whole time until Yu spots you.

-

It wasn’t long until the whole place was filled with people; Ateez fans of all shapes, sizes, genders and races all ready to enjoy the next couple of hours with the boys.

You were grinning from ear to ear as the music played, watching with big eyes and refusing to blink as you watched them dance and sing. You found yourself talking to a few girls beside you since you didn’t come with anybody, and they were really sweet and fun to talk to.

They started to perform ‘Deja Vu’ and you bent down to sneeze, letting out a relived breath before looking back up. Except you were just looking at them anymore.

Yunho was staring right at you while trying to hide his shock and his smile. He raised his hands in the air, swaying his hips before bringing them back down with the beat but never tearing his eyes away from you until he has to move away.

This is going to be fun to explain.

After the concert ended (and you were slightly sweating from all the jumping and dancing you were doing), a security guard came and found you, asking you your name.

“Yes, that’s me.” He nodded, extending his arm in the direction of back stage. “This way please.” He said, and you waisted no time making your way back to the door. The door was opened for you and you thanked him, putting the light-stick you bought in your bag before continuing to walk in.

You heard several voices, and all of them were ones you haven’t heard in person in months. The security guard walked ahead of you and you followed him, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I found the girl you asked for.”

The room went silent.

Great, not you were getting nervous.

Seonghwa was the first one to look over, and he immediately found his feet and walked over to you, wrapping it you in a comforting hug that made whatever you were nervous about vanish.

“Did you enjoy the concert?”

“I did. As always you guys are amazing.” Once they all (except Hongjoong, since he knew you were here) got over there shock, Wooyoung jumped onto his feet and ran at you in a a full sprint, almost knocking you over when he squeezed you so tightly.

They all hugged you, Yunho being the only one still in a state of shock. So, you walked over to him, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to hug him close.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him and hiding his face away in your neck. “You’re really here… with me right now? This isn’t another dream?” He asked, voice so small you were worried he’d start crying.

Nodding your head, you placed the softest kiss on his neck, carding your fingers through his dark hair, holding back a giggle when he shivers.

“Yes I’m really here, Yu. I missed you.”

“I missed you more tiny. God I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“Thank your hyungs for that.” His head snapped up to look at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, both of them smiling proudly with their chests puffed out. “You knew?”

They nodded, noting how he didn’t move away from you in the slightest. And he probably wouldn’t move for awhile. “Mhm. We got her a flight over here and Hongjoong found an available room in our hotel, so she’s in the same building as us.”

“You are?!?” You hummed, snuggling further into his body to steal the warmth he provided. You couldn’t see it, but Yunho had you most in love look on his face. His eyes were wide and the boys could basically see the hearts beating through them.

“Oh to be not single.” San sighed, Jongho snickering next to him, yelping when the older male jumped on him.

The moment Yunho had you in his arms he did let you.

He always had a hand on you in some way; whether it was around to it shoulder, holding your hand, holding you in a back hug, or resting his hand on your ass. He was touching you in some way.

All he wants to do was get to the hotel, find your room, and fuck you till sun up. But no, everyone decided to take their sweet time backing up while he stood with you rock hard and horny.

If he could just pull you into an empty room he would, but he wanted to take his sweet time with you and savor every second he could get. He wanted to listen to your drawn out moans and needy whimpers, make you tell him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted his huge cock inside of you.

It’s been so long since he’s heard you beg, and now it was the only sound he’d ever want to hear. He wanted you to cry is name as he rearranged your insides to fit him and only him. He wonders if you’ve gotten tighter since the last time he fucked you. Could you have bought a dildo close to his side to make sure you were always ready to hit him? Part of him hoped not. He wanted to stretch you out, to feel your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him too he couldn’t move anymore.

He wanted to be suffocated by you.

And that brought him to his next thought.

You sitting on his face.

God he missed squeezing those lushes thighs of yours; bitting the skin and marking them up so nicely. He remembers the last time you sat on his face, he nearly came in his pants when you started mindlessly humping his face.

All he wanted to do was shove his—

“Yunho?” Your voice smacked him across the face, bringing him out of his very inappropriate thoughts. He quickly turned to look down at you, heart fluttering at the sweet look you were giving him. Your eyebrows were creased, confusion evident on your face. “Did you hear what I said?”

You said something? “Uh, n-no I didn’t. What were you saying?” He felt bad for not even hearing the girl he was fantasizing about not more than five minutes ago. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my room and hang out.” You said, playing with the promise ring on your finger as you awaited his answer.

Yunho chuckled, pulling you close to him and placing a gentle peck onto your lips, followed by a few more since he got carried away. “Of course I do baby. We haven’t seen each other in months, all I wanna do is be with you.” And he lent those words with every fiber of his being.

Smiling, you took his hand in yours, joining them on the bus as you made your way back to the hotel.

“By the way, why is your outfit Wooyoung inspired instead of me?”

“Because Wooyoung nipples.”

“Fair point.”

-

The minute Yungonfor to his room he jumped into the shower, changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before heading off to your room. He knocked on your door, and it was silent on the other end for a few seconds before you pulled it open in a way to big shirt and… maybe shorts? He couldn’t see if you had anything on underneath.

“Hi YuYu.” You took his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He missed you so much, feeling your lips against his wad almost so overwhelming with the feeling he was having.

He grabbing the back of your thighs and patted your butt, the signal for you to jump so you did. He kept you up as he walked over to the bed, gently placing you down on it while never breaking the kiss. His right hand came up to rest against your neck, feeling your static like against the palm of his hand.

Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you gave him access, parting your sweet lips to give him entrance to your mouth. When his tongue pushed past your lips he was immediately dominating the kiss, holding your body like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever seen.

You pulled at his hair, making him let out a pleasurable groan into your mouth that had you smiling. As you twisted his hair through your fingers, his lips started to trail from your mouth to your neck, not liking how bare the skin was.

“It’s been so long since I’ve marked you, huh? You probably forgot who you belonged to didn’t you baby?” Before you could protest, to tell him you haven’t forgotten and that he’s all you think about, he was pulling your shirt over your head, mind drawing blank for a second when he saw the lack of a bra.

Fuck, you were made for him.

“Been forever since I’ve had you like this,” his long, slender fingers traced shapes against your tummy, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. If there was one thing Yunho loved, it was the effect he had on you. “Need to remind your needy little body who it belongs to, don’t I tiny?”

“Y-yes Yu.”

“Since when did you call me ‘Yu’, tiny? That calls for a punishment don’t you think?” You were quick to protest, just like he wanted.

“N-no sir! Please don’t punish me, I didn’t mean to I promise…” you looked away from his gaze, fiddling with the ring on your finger. Why can’t you just not be cute to he can punish you? Why did you have to pull at his heart string and make him want to pamper you like you princess you are?

He hummed, messaging your hips. “I still have to give you a punishment baby, you know I do.” He wanted to seem sad about it, but he couldn’t hide his giddiness. Sadly, he didn’t have the usual toys like the ropes or a vibrator with him, so he’d have to go with something different.

Moving away from you, he shifted to let his long legs hang over the edge, placing his feet to the ground before patting his thigh. “Come here lovely.” And you did. Scrambling over to him, you went to sit on his thigh, but he quickly stopped you.

“Nuh uh, bend over, sir’s gonna spank that pretty ass of yours.” Hearing those words fall from his lips so naturally makes you shudder, and you bend over his thighs and present your behind to him. He hums in delight, playing with your panties for a moment before snapping the elastic to your skin making you jump.

Yunho chuckled, adoring your cute little reactions. He runs his large hands over your butt cheeks, squeezing the flesh like it was a stress ball for him to just play with. Though you didn’t mind, having his hands on you was comforting.

A loud slap resonated through the room and the peace was broken as you let out a sudden yelp of surprise. “Count.” Was the only thing he said.

“One.” He landed another smack on your butt, watching how it jiggles with each impact.

“T-two—ah!” Another smack.

“T-three.” He was thinking of stopping at five since you haven’t done much to deserve a punishment, but the way your squirmed against him and moaned when his hand landed against your ass was just to enticing for him to stop.

He landed to two smacks against your butt, but you forgot to count them, and he was more than happy to punish you for it. “I said count.” An even harsher smack.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the sting, but you held them in, whimpering out a quiet “s-seven” while he soothed them burn in your behind with his cool hands.

“Doing so good baby, taking your spanking like such a good girl for me.” His deep honey like voice made you feel calmer, slowing your racing heart only a little before he landed another smack ok your behind.

“Eight!” He cooed about how good you were, and how he’d make you feel so good once you took all your spankings.

Smack. “N-nine…” he saw a single tear fall from your eye, and it made his heart clench in his chest. Maybe because it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, but his heart felt a lot softer than it usually would when he punished you.

“Last one tiny.” Smack.

“Ten!” He immediately started to rub over your sore, red cheeks, cooing at you. “Good job baby, took it like such a good girl huh?”

“Y-yes sir.” He pulled you up from bending over to press a kiss onto your lips, shifting around so your back was pressed against the mattress and he hovered over you.

Yunho toyed with the elastic of your panties, toying with the cotton fabric and he slowly pulled them down. “My finger or my tongue, tiny? Or do you wanna be greedy and have both?” He already knew what you would say, but it’s been so long that he just had to take his sweet time with you.

“What happens if I say both?” You pout, once again playing with the ring adorning your finger. Yunho chuckled, kissing you again except this time, he was getting a message across. Tonight was about the both of you, and whatever you asked for, you’d get. “Wanna answer again baby?” God, he had so much power over you it was almost embarrassing. But you basked it and basked in his praise, his attention and his love.

Because it was all for you.

So yes, you were greedy. And proud of it.

You nodded, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, knowing how much he loves when you do that. It shows how bad you want him, and he knows his desperation and desire and lust isn’t one-sided.

“Want both. Please. You know I love your hands— a-and you look so handsome between my—“ he stopped your rambling with a kiss, knowing if he let you finish, he would have came in his pants. He trailed his hands down your body, touches so light and calculated they made you shiver with glee.

You needed him in whatever way he would give it to you. Whatever he gave you’d take. You just needed him— needed Yunho.

He opened your legs wide to accommodate his larger body, soaking in how you currently look under him. Your lips are swollen and red, hair a mess and sweat starting to form at your hair line.

God you look so good all messy and disheveled because of him.

Finally done teasing you, Yunho slipped a finger inside of you, mouth falling open at how tight you were. How long has it been since you’ve done anything to yourself?

“How are you so fucking tight? It reminds me of the night I took your virginity.” You moaned, weakly smacking his shoulder and you clenched tightly around his finger. “Baby you’ve gotta relax, you’ll suck my finger off of my hand at this rate.” He wouldn’t complain if that’s how he lost a finger.

“S-sorry… just haven’t touched myself since you left. It never feels good enough…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how you just told him you can’t get of without him. Yunho smirked, leaning down to kiss against your neck, sucking at the skin to leave his own decorations.

“Oh? Can’t do anything without your sir huh? God you’re so damn tight, it’s gonna be like fucking my virgin girlfriend all over again,” he breathed against your lips, pecking them lightly before pulling away with a smirk. “And I would not mind that at all.”

He curled his single digit inside of you, feeling around your gummy walls and quickly found your sweet spot. You let out a whiny moan, arching your back against the bed while trying to grind against his hand to have more of what you wanted. “There it is…” he chuckled, lowering his face so he was eye level with your gushing pussy.

You peeled your eyes open to look at him, immediately wishing you hadn’t done so. He was looking right at you, sticking his tongue out to licking a long, slow stipe up for sopping wet cunt. The moan you let out was to erotic for you to handle, and you covered your face, wishing that you hadn’t just made that noise.

Yunho, on the other hand, wanted to hear more of your noises, resisting the urge to grind down against the bed. His tongue lapped at your clit while he slipped a second finger inside of you, eyes fluttering shut as he stretched you nice and wide for his thick cock.

“Y-Yunho… ‘m gonna—“

“What did you call me?” He stopped.

You whined in protest, squirming to try and feel something of him against where you needed him most. All he wanted was to be back between your legs eating you out until he was full and satisfied, but you knew that wasn’t what you called him during sex.

“Nononon please! ‘M sorry sir I didn’t mean it! Just feels so good…” you trailed off, covering your face with your hands before giving him the best puppy dog eyes you would manage. Damn it. Yunho was weak for you and there were times he was actually ashamed of how much power you had over him. But right now, it just made him throb seeing you desperate for him.

“Mm, you’re so lucky I love you baby.” He pushed two long fingers back inside of you, curling them just right to make you whine. “You’re so lucky I missed you; that I missed your lips, your scent, your touch, and this fucking cunt.” He harshly ducked your clit into his mouth, humming against the bundle of nerves and it sent you into a shaking frenzy.

You were so sensitive. Months without being properly touched and you almost never truly attending your your own pleasure made the feeling foreign to your body. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

With your core tightening you tied your hands in Yunho’s dark hair, tugging at the strands to pull him closer to you. He groaned at the sting in his scalp, adding a third finger to get you nice and stretched.

“S-sir— of fuck ‘m gonna cum. Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease—“ you didn’t even get to finish begging before he pulled away from you right at your peak. He silenced the cry you let out with a kiss, using his clean hand to grip your jaw and hold your head still.

You sighed, enjoying the kiss but not enjoying the empty feeling you had and having your orgasm wash away from you. Yunho chuckled, pulling away from your swollen lips to look down at you. He hovered over you and completely towered over you, making you shrink in on yourself under his intense gaze, your core tightening around nothing.

“God you’re so fucking tiny,” grabbed your hips, messaging your flesh there lovingly before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. “So small I’m worried I won’t fit inside you again. It’s been so long since I’ve had you, your cunt’s probably forgotten how to take my huge cock, huh?” He tilted his head to the side, removing his hands from your body to peel his shirt over his head.

You sat up to help tug his sweats down, and he quickly kicked them off somewhere in the room. Next we’re his boxers and you had those pulled down in a second and he kicked them off, leaving the both of you completely naked in the hotel room.

“We can’t be to loud tiny..“

“I think we’re well past being to loud.” Yunho sighed, knowing your right. You wrapped your hand around his fully erect dick, mouth watering at the sight. You forgot he was ridiculously big, and it made your core ache. Yunho groaned, letting his head fall back for a fraction of a second before he looked back down.

He let you stroke him for a minute, spreading the pre-cum around his shaft and admiring how your hand couldn’t fully wrap around him. “Mm no more baby, you’ll make me cum if you keep going.” He groaned, removing your warm hand and shivering when he suddenly felt cold.

You giggled— a sounds that he never wants to go so long without heading again— and spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to fiddle with the hairs on his nape. “I’m ready when you are.” It was the same thing you said when he finished size training you when he took your virginity.

He leant down to press his lips to yours, the both of your getting lost in each other for as long as you could manage. You reached down to grab Yunho’s dick, rubbing your thumb along his tip to tease him. He pulled away with a hiss, mouth falling agape as he looked down to see you playing with him.

He glanced back up at you, smirking before letting out another stuttered breath. Maybe he was overly sensitive too.

“Don’t tease, t-tiny. C’mon just put in in already, know you want too.” He tried to mask how much he loved your hands, but it was no use. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before placing his top at your soaked entrance, coating his tip in your juices before moving your hand away.

“Fuck me, pretty please.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He leant back down to connect your lips again before easing himself inside of you, the both of you groaning at the feeling of finally being connected.

The stretch was stinging, but it was bearable thanks to the foreplay and how wet you were. Yunho slowly pushed inside until he bottomed out, letting out a deep groan that made your rib cage ring. He put your legs onto his shoulders, waiting for you to adjust while he did everything in his power to keep still.

“M-move.” You mumbled, mind going dumb at how his cock dragged against your walls. God it felt so good to be full again, to be full of Yunho again. His pace started slow, wanting to drag out the session for as long as he could manage so he’s never have to disconnect from you again.

But you both grew impatient.

“More. Please gimme more Yu.” He happily obliged. He moved your legs off of his shoulders to wrap them around his hips, curling your body so he would hit deeper inside of you. You could feel him kissing your cervix, and it was making you loose your mind.

He set a hard, quick pace, using his smooth hips to create the perfect pace that has the both of you moaning silly. “God you feel so f-fuck perfect around me.” Yunho groaned, burying his face in your neck to moan into the skin. The only sounds you could make were whiny, fucked out moans, and they continued to feed Yunho’s ego.

“Your pussy was made for my fat cock huh, tiny? S-so fucking tight I can barley— fuck I’m close.” You couldn’t even manage to form a sentence right now. Your mind was completely muddled; filled with pleasure and Yunho.

“Oh god,” you moaned, arching you back it get closer to your boyfriend (if that was possible). “‘M gonna cum. P-please lemme cum Yun. Pleasepleaseplease— ah!” He cut off your begging by rubbing fast hard circles against your clit, angling his hips so his tip brushed that special spot deep inside of you.

Yunho leaned down to nibble on your ear, brutally thrusting his hips against yours with no mercy. “Cum for me.” That’s all you needed. His sweet, honey like voice sent you over the edge; your thighs spasming and your core tightly clenching.

Your juices covered his cock cock slicker, letting him continue to bury himself inside of you, chasing his own high. “Almost there tiny,” he let out a broken groan, hips stuttering. “Gonna cum baby. Where do y-you want it?” He knew where you wanted it, but asking never hurt.

“In me. Fuck Yun please cum inside me baby!” Your voice in his ear was like a drug. Yunho let out a whimper he was holding in, the pace he set stuttering out of control as he grew closer and closer to his finish.

He connected his lips yours, moaning into your mouth as he filled you up to the brim. Four months worth of cum deep inside of you. And to you, there was no better placed for it to be. You shifted your hips to the best of your abilities, trying to get every drop of cum you could out of him. Yunho hissed in overstimulation, breaking away from your lips to look down at your connected centers.

Now wanting to move yet, he shifted you both around so you were lying on your sides; your right leg kicked over his hip so he was still deep inside of you. You let out a content sigh, melting into his gentle touch as he drew circles against your back. Sleepily, you pressed your lips against his chest, right over his beating heart and smiling when he chuckled.

“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” He asked, pressing kissed against your face before pecking your lips. Once, twice, thrice before he fully connected them in a breathtaking kiss, chaste and sweet with nothing but love. You hummed, nodding but never letting go of him.

Yunho groaned, playfully nipping at your nose to get you to giggle. “I have to go start the bath tiny. You’ve gotta let go.”

“Who says?” You pout, deciding now was the time to be a brat. Yunho sighed, knowing making you let go would be more of a pain than just carrying you. “You’ve always managed to throw me around other times haven’t you? A few steps to the bathroom shouldn’t be to hard, especially with your long ass legs.” He hates how you have a point.

With a sigh Yunho picked you up, turning so his feet planting into the ground and he carried you with him to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet after pulling out of you, letting you do your business as he bent over to start the bath. Not being able to help yourself, you started using his butt-cheeks as drums, singing ‘Pirate King’.

He looked back at you, face showing he wasn’t amused but the smile that tugged at his lips said other wise. You raised your hands up in defense, quickly reaching back down to tap his butt once again before raising the hand back up. “What? I’m an innocent woman with less than innocent urges.”

“You’re also childish.”

“Says you—“ he pulled you into a rough kiss, silencing you and making whatever brat that had festered inside of you disappear. Yunho pulled away, giving you a cocky smirk that let you know he knew how to tame you. “Don’t start with me, tiny. Because I promise I will make you scream so fucking loud that the hotel next door will hear you begging for my cock like the slut you are. Understand.” The grip he had your your jaw was gentle but firm, letting you know he was anything but joking.

“Yes sir.” You wished you could hold onto being bratty longer, but you were to tired to handle another round. He was please with your answer, patting your cheek gently before stopping the wart and placing you inside and climbing in after you.

Once you finished your bath and got dressed, did your night routine and dried your hair (which took forever might I add), you and Yunho lied in bed, wrapped around each other like a pair of wired earphones when you put them in your pocket.

“Yunho?” You mumbled, sleep knocking on your door just waiting to be let in. He hummed in response, playing with your fluffed out hair before pecking your forehead. “Can you sing for me? Turbulence please, it’s one of my favorite songs.” He felt his heart skip two beats.

Every moment felt so domestic with you, almost like your lives were some kind of perfect fairytale.

He liked the story too, as long as his story aligned with yours he’d forever be happy.

Clearing his throat he began to sing, voice soft and low and it made your heart melt. Your shoulders relaxed even further, eyes closing as a small smile played on your lips. He sent for a few more moments until your soft breaths fanned against his neck, and he immediately knew you were passed out.

Yunho chuckled, not being able to help himself when he just sat and looked at your sleeping face. God he loved you so much it almost hurt. He placed a slow, lingering kiss against your forehead, closing his own eyes as his heart hummed happily.

“Goodnight my love, I love you.”

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[flightlessangelwings]

Unspoken

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader (“Cariño,” no use of y/n)

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, protective/possessive Veracruz, jealousy, unwanted advances from Veracruz’s superior, Cariño getting bolder, feelings denial, Cariño wears a formal dress but it’s not detailed what it looks like (see more notes at the end for my thoughts on the dress)

Notes: After like 6 months, V is back!! I’m sorry it took me this long to come back to this, but the inspo just wasn't there for awhile. Y’all can thank @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ for bringing it back tho cause every time she and I talk Veracruz, the spark returns! And this is based on the anon from a while ago who asked what would happen if one of Veracruz’s superiors hit on Cariño, so thank you anon, I hope you see this and I’m sorry it took so long for me to write! I’m so happy with how this one turned out tho! Enjoy!

Also! If you’re a poc, feel free to DM me about my Pedro poc discord server! We’re always looking for new friends there!

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You exhaled deeply as you and Veracruz both collapsed down onto the bed in a sweaty mess. It was late into the night, and while you always enjoyed the multiple rounds the comandante had in him, it also exhausted you. You were sore and tired and spent… but you had never glowed more in your life than after a night with Veracruz.

And he secretly always looked forward to his time with you too…

Veracruz watched you in silence as you laid on your back with your eyes closed. Your lips parted as you sighed deeply and contently after he took your breath away. Your breasts rose and fell with your exhales. Without even trying, you captivated the comandante in a way no one else before ever had… or ever will. And Veracruz wracked his brain to figure out what it was about you that drew him closer and closer to you.

“Cariño,” he groaned as he pushed the thought out and inched closer to you until his lips ghosted your ear, “What are you doing this Friday night?”

Your eyes shot open; that was not a question you expected him to ask, “Nothing,” you replied as you turned to your side and faced him, “Why?”

Even in the dim light, you saw the piercing gaze Veracruz gave you as he stared back at you, “There is a formal gala at the base. All the commanders will be there to celebrate our successes...”

As he trailed off, you knew what he implied even if he didn’t outright say it. You knew how Veracruz worked, and you could read him better than anyone else. It meant a lot of your conversations went partly unspoken, with the true meanings behind his words unsaid. And normally you were fine with that; this was the comandante after all, feelings and expressing them were not in his repertoire. 

“That sounds nice,” perhaps you felt bold after the things you let him do to you, “Was there something you wanted to ask me, V?”

He pointed his gaze at you as he clenched his jaw. Veracruz swallowed hard, and for the first time in a long time you weren’t sure what to make of his look. Did you push too far and make him angry? Or was he turned on by your boldness?

“You know what I want,” was all he decided to say.

But today, you wanted more. So you pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. The sudden action caught the comandante off guard; something only you were able to do and get away with. Your naked body sat right on his lower stomach as your hands roamed across his chest.

“Ask me,” you purred as you raked your nails across his pecs.

“You’ve gotten bold, cariño,” Veracruz smirked darkly. He was about to continue when you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, barely grazing his cock with your ass as you rubbed your pussy against his skin. He hissed as his hands gripped onto your hips, but he made no attempt to push you off or tell you to stop.

“You like it,” you murmured in a low tone as you leaned forward, your hands gripping handfuls of his pecs while you supported yourself over him.

It was brief, but you caught it: the flash of lust and desire behind those dark eyes. And the way his cock involuntarily twitched against your body gave you all the answer you needed. But, Veracruz was right about one thing: you were feeling bold. So, you kept teasing him until he finally answered you with his words.

“Will you accompany me to the gala, cariño?” Veracruz’s voice was strained as he fought to keep his composure. The truth was that you were his ultimate weakness, and you had a power over him that no one else could ever hope to have. 

“I would love to, Comandante,” you smiled against him. 

For a moment, neither of you moved. Too lost in the eyes of the other, time stood still for you and Veracruz. Not even a breath escaped either of your lips, not even a blink or a single muscle moved between your bodies. It was as if the rest of the world faded away, and all that existed was the two of you. It’s how it always felt when you were together; just the two of you against the world.

But just as the moment started, Veracruz growled and narrowed his eyes as he brought himself back into the present moment. He tightened his grip on you and in a flash and surprising feat of strength, he flipped you over so that you were on your back once more. He let out another low groan as you yelped in surprise and looked up at him.

“Now, cariño,” he bucked his hips against yours as he pinned you down onto the bed, “We need to discuss his boldness of yours.” 

You couldn’t help the giggle as Veracruz attached his lips to your neck and sucked hard while he rocked his cock along your folds. But you wrapped your arms and legs around him and welcomed the consequences for your boldness… 

*

“Cariño, are you ready to leave?” Veracruz called out from his living room. He had a car waiting outside to take you and he peeked out the window as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit.

Veracruz was dressed in his more formal fatigues, which greatly resembled a deep blue tuxedo. His lapels were adored with the various medals and badges he had earned over the years. Underneath, he wore a white button down shirt and a tie. Veracruz hated ties. But he knew of a good use for his later on…

“I’m ready,” you appeared in the doorway, leaning against it to slip on your shoes.

Veracruz’s back was to you, and when he turned around he was completely taken aback by your appearance. He froze in his spot for a moment as he scanned your figure. You were dressed in a simple but stunning gown that fit you perfectly. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had styled yourself beautifully. Veracruz swallowed hard to hide his reaction, but he couldn’t find it in him to tear his eyes away from you.

Although he hid it well, you still caught the quick flash of shock when Veracruz first saw you. Even his way of hiding his emotions made your skin burn, since you knew what his subtle looks and stiffening of his shoulders meant. And even from the doorway, you saw the way his jaw clenched and his eyes burned as he looked at you.

“Do I look ok, V?” you asked in a hushed tone, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze. He never looked at you quite like that before, and although you enjoyed it, you weren’t completely sure what to make of it.

Veracruz crossed the room as wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, “You look exquisite, cariño,” his voice was so low and so soft that you wouldn’t have made out his words had he not been so close to you. 

And you knew what he left unspoken: I cannot wait to take this dress off of you later…

*

The gala itself wasn’t nearly as exciting as you had imagined it to be. Mostly, it was the higher ranking officers bragging about their conquests and accomplishments while their dates hung on their arms as decoration. The lower ranking officers mostly gathered together and told stories of their own, full of excitement and embellished details. You stayed loyally at your comandante’s side while others congratulated him for his recent achievements. In the background, a band played music while some danced along to it.

For the most part, you stayed on the outskirts of the dance floor with Veracruz. You watched as some couples took to the center of the space and danced together while he spoke to his colleagues. While you knew that a romantic and affectionate relationship wasn’t part of the deal with Veracruz, there were times you longed for it. Sometimes you wished he would kiss you in public or vocalize how he really felt about you.

Usually you were fine with the way things were with Veracruz. You felt safe and protected, and you knew that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. And you couldn’t deny that the sex was mind blowing. But you did have moments of weakness where you longed for some romance, for some softness.

“Cariño…”

Veracruz’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you gasped as you looked back at your comandante, “Yeah?” you cleared your throat and hoped that no one noticed you were staring at the strangers on the dance floor.

“Something on your mind?” he asked in a low voice as he leaned in close so that no one else could hear. The comandante knew you just as well as you knew him. And although he was in denial of how deep his feelings truly ran, he knew when something was wrong or when something bothered you.

You couldn’t help but glance back at the waltzing couples on the dance floor for a moment, “I’m fine,” you hoped you sounded convincing.

Veracruz, of course, caught the motion and he followed your gaze to the swaying bodies in the middle of the room. It wouldn’t be the first time you had asked him to dance with you, and Veracruz had to admit he enjoyed it when you were so close to him like that. To be able to hold you and show the others that you were his was something he couldn’t complain about.

He turned his gaze back to you and he wasn’t sure what to make of the look in your eyes. You were happy to be there with him, yes, but there seemed to be something unspoken there as well. It was like you had something you desperately wanted to say, but weren’t sure how to voice it. So much of your relationship went unspoken that at times both of you had trouble finding the words you needed.

As Veracruz looked into your eyes, he too found himself at a loss for words. His eyes dropped down to your lips, perfectly painted in a color that suited you so well. Briefly, he wondered what he would think if you used your lipstick and marked his skin with it, much like he liked to mark yours. Or what if he just kissed you right then and there in front of everyone?

Just as Veracuz opened his mouth to finally say something, a voice interrupted. The comandante grumbled as his face scrunched and you let out a disappointed sigh.

“Sir?” a young man you recognized from Veracruz’s squadron came up behind him, “They’re asking for you over there.”

Veracruz exhaled deeply, “Tell them I will be right over,” he told the young man before he turned back to you, “I will not be long, cariño,” he leaned in as if he was about to kiss you but stopped himself before his lips touched yours, “Wait for me, then perhaps I will treat you to a dance,” he flashed a smirk on his face before he touched your chin with his fingers and pulled away from you.

“I’ll hold you to it, comandante,” your face lit up in a bright smile, “I’ll get us drinks in the meantime. Meet me back by the bar?”

“Good,” Veracruz was back to his usual self, “I may need a drink after these idiots.”

With that, the comandante turned and left. You watched him walk away for several moments before you turned in the opposite direction and headed for the bar. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else there so you ordered drinks for the two of you and waited for the bartender. He made your drinks in no time and you took them over to a nearby standing table and watched the crowd as you waited for your comandante to return to you.

But you weren’t waiting alone for long when a voice chimed in from behind you, “Hello miss.”

You turned around and were met with an older man. He was tall and had greys all in his hair. His uniform was adorned with more medals than you had ever seen, which told you he was high ranking. He was handsome enough, but something about his crooked smile made you shiver in your gown.

“Hello,” you replied out of politeness.

“I haven’t seen you around before. And I would remember a face as pretty as yours. What is your name?” The man made himself comfortable beside you despite your guarded body language.

You replied with your name as you turned yourself away from him and cradled your drink in your hand on the table, “I’m here with Comandante Veracruz,” you added in hopes it would intimidate him enough to leave you alone.

“Oh you’re the famous ‘cariño!’” he exclaimed, “I’m General Perez,” he extended his hand to you which you reluctantly took, “I’ve heard so much about you from the Comandante’s men. My, your hands are soft!”

“Thank you,” you tried to pull your hand back but he only tightened his grip on you. 

The General pulled you closer and placed his free hand on your waist, “You’re even more pretty than I thought too,” his voice was low and sent a chill down your spine.

You let out a short nervous laugh as you tried to push him away, but he only tightened his grip on you, “Señor please…”

“‘Please’ what?” General Perez only seemed more and more amused the more uncomfortable you were. He was definitely a man who was used to getting whatever he wanted.

“Perdoname,” a sharp voice cut in between you before you could answer.

Both of you looked over and saw Comandante Veracruz had returned to you, and he did not look happy with what he came back to. You let out a sigh of relief the moment you saw him, but the General still did not let you go. 

You looked at Veracruz with a worried expression as you tried to pry yourself free. If this were anyone else, he would have ripped you out of his arms and shoved him to the floor. But, being the superior, Veracruz’s hands were tied. And it filled him with boiling hot rage.

Perez smirked with satisfaction; he knew he got under the comandante’s skin, “I was just keeping your girl company,” he said nonchalantly as he finally released you, “A beautiful doll like that should not be left unattended.”

You immediately stepped into Veracruz’s space and welcomed his embrace. It was one-armed, but you still felt the tension in his grip as he blocked you from the General with his own body.

“Thank you, General Perez,” he spat insincerely through gritted teeth. The tension between the two men was so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Instantly, you could tell there was history there, and not a good one at that, but you were too caught in the moment to dwell on it. 

“Enjoy the party,” he gave you one last look before he turned and walked away smugly.

When the General finally left you two alone, Veracruz seemed to explode from the tension that quickly built up within him, “Are you alright, cariño?” he grabbed onto your arms and he waited for you to look into his eyes.

“I’m fine,” you sounded like you weren’t completely in your body, still in shock at the boldness of Veracruz’s superior, “I’m sorry, V. I tried…”

“Hush, cariño,” he interrupted you. He paused as he stared into your eyes and it looked like there was more he wanted to say. Instead, all Veracruz added was, “Come with me.”

He took you by your hand and led you through the crowd, ignoring anyone who tried to start a conversation with him. A snarl and a glare adorned his face as he pushed through people with you in tow. Your heart pounded in your chest as you got a vague idea of what the comandante had planned when you saw the coat closet in front of you. 

Suddenly you didn’t give a shit about dancing with him.

“Inside,” he growled as he guided you through the open door and followed right behind you. The moment he was through the threshold, Veracruz slammed the door shut and locked it. 

“V…”

You couldn’t get more than one syllable out before his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss. You moaned into Veracruz’s mouth as you clung to his jacket while his large hands cupped your face and his tongue tangled with yours. He devoured you desperately as he backed you up against the wall.

A gasp escaped your lips the moment you collided with the wall, but Veracruz never loosened his grip on you. You knew he would always hold you and keep you secure. You knew you were safe in his arms. But the sentimental thought quickly vanished from your mind when Veracruz slid one of his legs in between yours and rocked his thigh back and forth against your pussy.

“Fuck,” you breathed in between kisses as you slowly but purposefully rode his thigh. Even that small bit of friction from him was enough to get you worked up and needy for more.

“You’re mine,” Veracruz growled, “Only mine,” he bit down on your earlobe before he trailed a line of bites down your neck.

A rush of heat ran through you as your pussy clenched around nothing, “Yours,” you echoed as you rocked your hips against him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

With a grunt of approval, Veracruz quickly retracted his leg and spun you around in one swift movement. With a gasp, you suddenly found yourself facing the wall, your hands automatically came out in front of you to support yourself. Veracruz’s hands, however, roamed up and down your body as he savored the feeling of you against him.

“V…” you moaned as you dropped your head back and bucked your ass against him. You let out a whimper when you felt how hard he was already.

Veracruz groaned your name as he pulled your dress up enough so that he could feel your bare skin against his hands. You hissed as you balled up your fists when you felt the rough pads of his fingers graze your thigh. With one arm securely on your waist, Veracruz ran his other hand across your legs and lower stomach, teasing the line of your panties along the way.

“Please,” you whispered as you leaned back against him.

A low chuckle reverberated from the comandante’s chest as he dipped his hand under your panties and made contact with your folds, “Wet already, cariño?” he asked with amusement.

“Only for you,” you quipped back with a smirk as you felt light headed just from a simple touch.

“Good,” he growled as he dove two fingers inside you.

The scream you let out echoed in the small room, but neither of you cared. In fact, Veracruz wanted the others to hear you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. From the moment he saw you in your dress, he wondered how long he would last before he pulled you somewhere and fucked you in it. 

He had to admit, he lasted longer than he thought he would. 

You trembled in his grip as he filled you with his fingers over and over again. And every time Veracruz fully buried his digits inside you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, giving you even more stimulation. He groaned as he bucked his hips against you, rubbing his hardened length against your ass. And every time you clenched your inner muscles around his fingers, he felt his cock twitch against you. 

“Oh fuck… V… I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, cariño,” he purred into your ear as he picked up his pace, fucking you harder with his fingers, “As long as you’re loud.”

You gave Veracruz exactly what he wanted as you came hard with a loud moan of his name. You threw your head back and let the sounds of your ecstasy spill freely from your lips. Your mind swam as you shook in his arms while you rode out your climax on his thick fingers. And Veracruz was more than pleased with the show you put on for him and only him.

Veracruz quickly pulled his fingers out of you and cupped your face with the hand that was just inside you. He turned your face toward him so that he could kiss you again, and the smell of you on his fingers right by his nose only drove him more wild.

Filled with a newfound desperation, Veracruz tugged at your dress again and pulled it up more. With a growl, he ripped your panties apart completely, and you were in too much of a daze from your climax already to even care. All you cared about was him.

Once Veracruz had you exposed to him, he reached down and freed his cock as quickly as he could. Your body still trembled, but you stayed right where he placed you as you waited for his next move. And you didn’t have to wait long as you felt the tip of his cock against your cunt.

“Cariño…” he groaned as he thrust into you in one swift motion.

Again, you let out a loud scream as he filled you completely, his cock buried to the hilt inside you. Your arms shook as you fought to keep yourself up against the wall.

Overtaken with desire and need, Veracruz pounded into you hard and fast right away. He held onto your hips to keep you steady as he filled you over and over again and savored both the feel of your tight pussy around him and the sounds you made for him. 

“V…” you sounded dazed as your eyes glazed over from the feriosity in which he pounded into you and made you feel so good, “They’ll hear…” Somehow you mustered the brainpower to remember that you were still at a formal event. And a formal event for Veracruz’s military at that.

Veracruz growled as he pulled you up so that your back was flush against his chest and held you tighter, “Let them.”

He snapped his hips against yours over and over again in a ruthless pace while you screamed helplessly against him. You tried to keep yourself up, but with every thrust of his cock, your head spun and your body felt lighter as if you would float away if Veracruz let you go. He would never let you go, though. He would hold you close and pound into you as long as you would allow him.

Vaguely, you heard movement and faint voices on the other side of the door, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Veracruz’s eyes briefly looked away from your figure and glanced at the door, but it was only to make sure no one opened it. He wanted others to hear what he was doing; it was another way he claimed his territory over you. But he would be damned if anyone but him saw you lost in your bliss. That was a privilege for him and him alone.

He bucked his hips into you and filled you to the brim with his length before he stilled himself for a moment. Whimpers escaped your lips as you took heavy breaths while you could as Veracruz listened to the noises on the other side of the door. He wrapped an arm around your chest and took a handful of your breast with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your hip to keep you in place. Not that you wanted to go anywhere when the comandate kept his cock fully inside you.

When the footsteps finally retreated after what felt like hours, Veracruz resumed his fast and hard pace without warning. You let out a loud cry of pleasure as tears filled your eyes and you felt the familiar warmth of your approaching climax right away. 

“V… I’m…” was all you were able to get out before your second orgasm of the night washed over you.

Veracruz kept up his pace and fucked you through your climax as you clenched around him and screamed in pleasure. Your entire body shook against his as your release dripped down your legs. A shiver ran up Veracruz’s spine when he felt the wetness hit his exposed skin, and with a low growl of your name he too came apart.

He pumped himself into you and filled you up so well, just like he always did. You whined as you felt like you might burst if he tried to come inside you again. But you would welcome it; you welcomed almost anything the comandate had for you and you trusted him with your body more than anyone else before.

When you were both fully spent, Veracruz leaned forward, taking you with him. With a heavy huff, you both partially collapsed against the door in a sweaty mess. Veracruz’s cock stayed inside you for a moment; neither of you had the energy to move when the position you were in was not the most comfortable. But after several long moments and deep beats, you groaned in pain.

“Hold on, cariño,” Veracruz noticed your change in demeanor right away and slowly pulled out of you. When you let out a soft whimper, he cradled your face with one hand and turned you so that you faced him. Exhausted from the exertion, Veracruz still made sure his priority was you and that you were alright.

You blinked a few times before you met his gaze and the two of you stayed in your stillness for some time. This was a moment you and the Comandante shared time and time again, and it was a moment that never needed words. It wasn’t until you swallowed hard and gave him a nod that Veracruz let go of your face and helped you fix your dress. Both of you were silent as you made yourselves more presentable.

“Ready to head back to the party?” you broke the silence with a joke.

The comandante only smirked and couldn’t resist leaving one last bite mark on your neck before he unlocked the door.

*

A few weeks passed before Veracruz saw General Perez again, and when he did, he was immediately reminded of the events at the gala. Just one glance through the window of the General’s office brought back all the rage that Veracruz had tried to bury. Without a second thought, he stormed into his office and slammed the door shut.

“Comandante?” Perez exclaimed as he stood up from his desk, “What are you…”

“You listen here, General,” Veracruz’s voice was low and threatening, “Do not come near her ever again or else we will have problems. Do you understand?” 

“You forget your place, Comandante,” he snapped back before he gathered himself, took a deep breath and held his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” his voice was calmer, “I overstepped. Forgive me?” There was an insincereness in his eyes and in his voice as he spoke. 

Of course Veracruz didn’t forgive him, but that would have to do for now. He slammed his fist down on the desk once for good measure before he spun around and left with a huff.

The General watched him leave before he gingerly sat back down at his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. “Agent Smith,” he greeted the voice on the other end of the line, “I know where the Comandante will be stationed, and I know what makes him vulnerable...” 

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More notes: While I didn’t specify what the dress Cariño wore looks like, I personally pictured something like the pics below (in case y’all were curious what I had in my head). But definitely let me know what you were picturing too cause I’m curious!

Either this, simple with a high slit and a touch of bling

Or this, but in black (I definitly pictured her in black with a slit dress lol)

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[ohblitz0]

Hi! I saw your post about the Pedro Pascal character matchup and I was wondering if I could please get one? Your blog name and theme is really nice btw!

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures. I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn, and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service (giving) and quality time (receiving)

Hobbies/likes - I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore all forms of art and storytelling, and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I especially enjoy interior decor.

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes. I wear glasses and I also have these dimples that I really like! I love wearing makeup, and I almost always have a red lip on. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

I'm sorry if this got too long! Thank you very much, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

based on your qualities i think you’d work best with agent whiskey! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: a bit of fluff, a hint of some smut & some language.

when you first met the southern agent, it took you awhile to get used to his extroverted personality but in turn the both of you connected well

taking a job at statesmen was ambitious but you so were you— you were up for anything if you put your mind to it

agent whiskey had had caught your eye almost instantly

the two of you began to bond more because the amount of mission you’d done together

he admired how much work you put into the assignment, the long hours of training you would do and he appreciated all the help you wanted to give him

he found it cute how you’d start to zone out at times when he’d talk to you. he often teased you about it

“if you want to kiss me that bad sweetheart, just ask.” he teased with that damn smirk and that instantly woke you up from your silly little daydream. “you wish.” you’d muttered back before leaving the room with a blush on your face.

the two of you often messed with each other, constant flirting that went no where but one day that all changed

he always found you so beautiful, dressed to perfection when you came into work but one day you waltzed in with a red lip and the man went feral

the whole day he couldn’t focus on the tasks at hand. all he could think about was your pretty red lips

by the end of the day, a long meeting had finished and it was just the two of you left. whiskey often stayed behind with you when it got this late, always offering to walk you to your car. of course, he knew you could handle yourself but he wanted to be a gentleman.

the two of you were walking down the hallway towards the elevator before he stopped in his tacks making you stop as well

“jack?” you’d call, turning and walked back towards him with a look of confusion.

suddenly he backed you up against the wall, his hand grasping your chin making you look up at him. there was an obvious height difference and that was another thing you found attractive about him.

“been thinking about those lips all day, sugar.” he’d murmur, his thick southern drawl deepen than you’ve ever heard before. you felt hot all the sudden.

this quickly resulted in him hiking up your dress, you fumbling with his belt, as he finally claimed what had been his all along

the sight of your smeared lip stick was what made him come undone so quickly, not even ashamed at all because you were just that beautiful

the sight of his own lips stained by yours made you even more wet

“fuck— you look so pretty like this, baby.” he’d whispered during the feverish touching, and quick thrusts, trying to chase that high

that small quickie turned into much more after that day. he’d send you flowers, often got you coffee in the morning when he knew you were running late. he took you on many dates just to clarify how whipped he was for you.

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