chuseok 2023

"definitely a new year"

...

"we have a lot to talk about, you're quite too busy" maria talks, mouth still half-full, "chew kiddo, and what do you mean a lot to talk about and busy, sure i see you guys less but i still visit weekly, and you maria, still force me to pick you up from school and buy bubble tea or go to the library or something. and lately we've gone so much to the karaoke it might just turn me poor". maria speaks again, this time having chewed done before speaking "i take you to the karaoke so you can learn to sing! who knew, always thought the chances of who would become an idol would point my way", "not an idol maria, plus you could still become an idol". "you two always talk a lot, but you're talking even louder and more than usual" their mom adds. "i would say let them be, they're kids, but none of you are kids anymore, maria you're soon graduating from high school, and you noel is soon graduating from university" their dad takes the word "still a year left" the siblings says synchronized.

"you didn't help as much with the food this year, and you arrived late, can i ask why noel?" their mom speaks. "ah i'm sorry about that… i went to the practice room today, since it's a holiday there were barely anyone, i've missed being alone in a practice room…" he pokes his fork into the food, "what's wrong baby?" and like always, noel's mom can read him like a book. "i feel bad about being a slow learner" he shrugs "everyone's learning so fast, and i barely know what i'm doing, i keep and keep asking questions, slowing down the people who practice with me", "you can't get better without asking how to get better", "i know, still can't help but feel bad about it" another shrug. "y'know, if it helps big brother, you're a good singer, obviously not as good as me, but you're better than when you joined next gen" "i was terrible on that show" "true, but--" "true!? aren't you supposed to support me?" "i support you by telling the truth, you've come long oppa, and if it doesn't work out, you can still become a veterinarian.

"also, while we three were talking, i'll just let you know dad ate all the kimchi" quickly all their heads turn to look at dad "oh come on!", "what? there's more in the kitchen, and it was better i stuffed my face with something we have a lot of, than stuffing it with something we barely have any of, i was being nice and thoughtful!" "well if you're so thoughtful, go get more kimchi".

2023 chuseok came around quickly.

peek-a-boo / choi yeonjun

synopsis: your boyfriend unintentionally and or accidentally spoils your comeback

pairing: idol au, yeonjun x reader

warnings: none, maybe one cuss word

wc: 459

"Yeah, she's been doing alright, thank you guys for taking it so well and being supportive" yeonjun says before shoving another mouthful of salad into his mouth.

With the constantly new announcements of idols dating, you and yeonjun decided to confirm all the rumors that had been circulating. But also, because he was jealous how you were always paired and shipped with straykids' hyunjin.

"But I've seen a handful of negative comments and reactions but hey *shrugs* what can I do, except file a lawsuit" he smirks as he takes a sip of his smoothie.

"Should I show you guys some cute pics and videos I have of yn?" He reaches for his phone as soon as he saw so many 'yes' replies. Clearly excited to show you off. "Here take a look at this, she fell asleep on my chest for the first time here."

He continues to show his fans as well as giving out back stories to each one, everything was going fine until he swiped to the next one (screen still facing the fans to see) and it's a clip of you recording your unreleased song, you comeback title track.

Luckily, he noticed right away and paused the video, putting his phone down and yelling sorry over and over again. "YN IM SORRY, PLEASE DONT HURT ME" spinning around in his chair while his face is covered by both his hands.

Apologizing not only to you but everyone on you team basically, begging moa not to spread it around but he knew deep down, he fucked up.

The situation got more interesting when you knocked on the door where he was at. "You guys, whatever happens to me, you'll have it on camera, documented." Pointing two fingers at his eyes then to the camera. "Yeonjun stop being dramatic and open the door."

He sighs out dramatically and opens the door. "Heyyyy baby, didn't expect to see you here" pulling you into a hug "wanna say hi to moa, the ones that made me the idol that I am, the ones that protect me, the ones who-"

"I'm not mad" you pull away from the hug and look at the way his face quickly changes into a confused bewildered one. "Is this a trick?"

"No, why would you think that?"

"Well, I don't maybe I JUST SPOILED A SONG THAT YOU HAVEN'T EVEN RELEASED YET!" then he turns back to the phone and begs moa again not to leak anything.

"Don't you think it's too late for that?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" for the rest of the live, you joined in and for the rest of the live, yeonjun was freaking out inside on what could the managers and producers say to him later.

picture

pairings: f!reader x chris sturniolo

wc: 459

summary: your mom takes a picture of chris snuggling in your lap

requested?/notes: no! - this was renamed from 'snap a pic,' i wasn't feeling that title

you were laying on the couch in your living room, periodically glancing at what was playing on the tv before looking back at the game you were playing on your phone, having been kicked out of the room your little sister was staying in so she and your boyfriend could play with her barbie dolls.

having found a way to occupy yourself though, you lost track of how much time had passed before you see a black hoodied figure standing off to the side in the corner of your eye. your eyes leave your phone screen momentarily to make eye contact with chris, smiling sweetly and mumbling a greeting before looking back down at your phone once more, waiting for his presence next to you on the couch.

after a few seconds you realize he's still standing there, and you spare another glance at him to see him still staring at you. "what?"

chris gives you a thin lined smile and shrugs, seemingly waiting for something. you furrow your brows at him, looking between him and the open spot next to you on the couch. "would you like to lay with me?"

he grins childishly, nodding and walking over to you. you open your arms as he gets closer, shaking your head with a chuckle as you wrap them around his neck. "were you waiting for permission or something?"

he buries his head in your abdomen, placing a quick kiss on your clothed stomach before looking up at you, a contented sigh leaving his lips.

"no," he finally says, shaking his head as he stares at you with a soft smile.

"so you just wanted to be a weirdo?" you joke.

he brings a hand up and gently digs his fingers into your side, causing you to laugh. he stops just as quickly as he started and brings his arms to wrap around your body, delicately laying his head on your stomach and closing his eyes.

you lift a hand up to his head, fingers slowly caressing the dark curls as you feel him relax under your touch. you don't hear another noise leave his mouth so you can only assume he fell asleep.

as you both lay there for the next few minutes, you using your free hand to continue your game-playing on your phone and chris sleeping between your legs, you see another figure close by in your peripheral vision. you look over to see your mother smiling warmly at the two of you, to which you smile back and then turn your attention back to your game.

you hear a faint 'click,' and it's only a few seconds later when your eyes drift to a new text notification on your screen.

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NCT as Husbands Series: Taeyong

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!taeyong wc: 459 nct as husbands masterlist

My heart loves the idea of husband!Taeyong so much! I just know that he would be such a kind and gentle husband. He's the type of person to pour his heart into absolutely everything he does, so you know that he'll do the same for you which is just so 🥹

Also, the way this man would look at you!!! Like your marriage would be the type of marriage where any and everyone can just TELL he adores you.

Also this may be controversial but he would get a tattoo for you! Like either something significant to you orr you both get cute matching tattoos because he’s in this relationship for life and wants something like a tattoo to commemorate that fact!

and so protective of you! like he never ever wants to see you upset and just wants to protect you from all the bad in the world. Obviously, that’s impossible, so when someone does hurt you, he can be hard on himself for 'allowing that to happen' but you always remind him that he’s the absolute best husband ever 🥹 and sometimes bad things happen and that’s ok.

Definitely tries his best to stay strong for you, but you teach him that a relationship flourishes when you are vulnerable with each other, which he really takes to heart and applies!

You were just about to start getting ready, when you happen to look outside and realize that it's pouring rain. Taeyong must have noticed at the same time you did, because he comes behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder as he pouts. "This isn't going out weather." You say and he agrees by shaking his head. "What should we do?" Taeyong asks, which leads to you doing a variety of things to fill up your evening. You played a card game, watched some tv, and listened to some music. After all this, you both agreed to start getting ready for bed, which is why you were confused as to how you ended up straddling him and getting ready to give him a 'makeover' fifteen minutes later. You decided not to question it though, because you knew you were going to enjoy every second of this. You first start by putting his hair into high pigtails, trying hard not to laugh at his cuteness. After a quick look into the mirror, he seemed to approve of his new hair-do, so you move onto his makeup. "Make me beautiful." He says, his hands absentmindedly tapping on the small of your back as you work. "Impossible, you're already the most beautiful to me without any fancy makeup or hair style, bubu." He doesn't try to deny it this time, melting at his favorite little pet name.

hi hi! BIG congratulations on 250 followers!! With your talent and your willingness to engage, it’s no surprise that you’ve reached another milestone so quickly. Thank you for sharing your hard work with all of us!

As for your event can I request Law + will you be there?

hi hi hi!!!!!! <3 you are the sweetest, thank you so so much for all the kind words!!!! i really hope you enjoy this!

law + will you be there (sfw)

wc: 459 masterlist

Loss and death followed Law like his shadow, the ghosts of his loved ones haunt him endlessly, a constant reminder of the dangers of getting invested in someone, as they likely would not be long for this world.

That’s why it tears him apart to his core that he just can’t stay away from you.

Despite the fact that he is perfectly capable of functioning by himself, he had unconsciously begun to rely on your presence.  Selfishly, he finds himself wanting your presence by his side—in his office, on the battlefield, and in his most private dreams, in his bedroom, holding you close and stroking your hair as you both fall asleep, breathing synchronized. 

The increasing magnetic pull between the two of you was palpable, and it was only a matter of time before it spilled over, but no amount of forethought and anticipation prepared him for the moment you leaned into his side.  Usually multiple steps ahead, being caught off guard throws him for a loop; the unfamiliar sensation of electricity fills his veins as he feels your head rest on his shoulder, and he allows himself to rest his own on top of yours, playing the dangerous game of nuzzling into your touch.

His heart nearly stops as you tentatively reach for his hand, but hesitate before lacing your fingers with his, instead opting to brush your pinkies against each other.  It was a bad idea to allow himself to get as close to you as he had, it would be an even worse one to get romantically involved with you.  You were his subordinate, his crewmate, and his best friend; being with you would open up Pandora’s box and subject you to a world of danger that he had been trying so desperately to shield you from.

Despite all of this, he wraps his pinky around yours.

When you pull back and your head retreats from its spot in the crook of his neck, he sighs, only to realize you were staring at him, eyes transfixed on his side profile.  Sharply inhaling, he turns to face you, unnerved by the knowledge that he stood absolutely no chance against that look on your face right now.

“Law—” you whisper, hand drifting away from his and resting on his thigh.

His hand finds your hair, and he gently guides your face towards him before capturing your lips with his; it’s soft, gentle, and full of everything that a cruel pirate like him didn’t deserve.

“I know.” he replies, voice barely audible as he leans in again, kissing you with more fervor this time.

It’s going to be different this time, he promises himself as he strokes your cheek absentmindedly; his curse was going to end with you.

omfg dazai and chuuya with a rockstar gf bro 🙏🙏

love that can light up a stage

synopsis - they truly are your number one fan

includes - dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, reader is a rockstar, fluff, slight crack?, wc - 459

a/n: genius. wasn't quite sure if you wanted them together so i did them separate, lmk if you wanted otherwise!

osamu dazai ★↷

↪he probably listened to your songs unironically but never bothered to learn who you actually were, not until he heard you speaking and started connecting some dots about your voice.

↪so before you two even got together he was secretly fangirling over you as he did quite like your music. and that only increased tenfold when you two actually got together - but you never found out until later.

↪absolutely would buy any of your merch should you choose to have some, either way your albums/cds are kept safe and sound in pristine condition. that's probably how you found out he was a fan, after he asked if he got special access to your stuff.

↪if you did live events you bet he would show up regardless. front row and everything, cheering you on and helping you relax backstage afterwards telling you how well you did.

↪he called himself your number fan and you definitely didn't doubt that. would shamelessly glare at your fans and, if you were okay with it, would gloat about your relationship and be more than happy to show it off.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪probably just stumbled across your music, a stark contrast to his normal taste but a welcome one nonetheless. he immediately took a liking too it and decided that you were someone he thoroughly enjoyed listening too on repeat.

↪however you met, he probably would immediately recognise your voice but became so confused on what to do as he never wanted to come across as a creepy fan but he still wanted to greet you. so going into the relationship you were well aware of him being a fan.

↪you even were the one that joked that because you were dating he was your number one fan unknowing that he took that very serious and did start claiming he was your number one fan. and he probably was and not just because you two were together.

↪he definitely keeps a whole separate case specifically for your albums/cds and keeps them so clean you start to doubt they even were sold that shiny. and similar to if you sold merch, he owns all of it and keeps it in perfect condition.

↪the type to but you the best if whatever you played, mainly guitars, always insisting and would buy the most expensive tickets for your live events if you did them. even though you would tell him it wasn't necessary constantly.

↪he would also like to join you backstage after your shows. treating you to whatever as you did so well constantly during your performances. even if he sent some fans death glares as he could get quite jealous sometimes.

hyunjin performing with fem!reader?

22:03 || Stage is ready, so are we

Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Paring: Idol!Hyunjin x Idol!fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: MAMA awards were one for your favorite times of the year, and being able to perform with your favorite Idol and person makes it even better.

WC: 459

a/n: Hiiii, first of all, thank you soooo much for asking, I really put effort on this to make you happy 🥺❤️❤️, this I my first time doing a request so I hope you like it, also remember that English isn't my first language so if there's any mistakes let me know.

Hyunjin waited patiently backstage, the excitement and adrenaline of the upcoming performance keeping his strength up, but the fact that he was about to perform right next to you made his emotions go out of control.

The sound of the door opening forced him to lift his gaze, running into your beautiful figure entering, Hyunjin couldnt help and smiled the second he saw your beautiful figure enter.

You and Hyunjin had started your relationship a little over a year ago, you met at other award and you immediately had a mutual interest in each other, it didn't take long for you to fall in love because it was what you had been hoping for the most since you met.

—Hey beautiful —he said with a big smile on his face, hugging you tightly as you walked towards him—, are you ready? —he asked gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and looking straight into your eyes, which were sparkling with love.

—Of course I am Jin —you answer as you let him lead you to the chair and sit you down there, while your boyfriend put his arm around you pulling you closer to him—, how about you?

—A little nervous, not gonna lie —he answered honestly and you laughed as you listened to him—. Well, that's how I feel about you! —he defended himself dramatically, which made you laugh a little more, Hyunjin smiled as he listened to you, he really loved hearing you laugh.

The boy was lost looking at your smile, god how much he loved you, since you became his girlfriend, he couldn't help but feel complete, he could experience all the feelings and moments he thought he'd would only see in movies or read about in books, he couldn't help but feel happier with you.

—I'd kiss you right now, but I don't want to be scolded for ruining your makeup —he shamelessly confessed shamelessly, making you blush a little and looked away flustered—. Hey, don't hide, I like it when you blush. —he said as he grabbed your chin to turn your face back to him.

You couldn't help but blush even harder at his actions, not beeing able to handle eye contact with him, while he was looking at you with a smirk because of how cute you looked; a moment passed and you don't even know where you got the courage to kiss his lips gently for a few seconds, just a little peck.

—This works. —said you with a smile as you saw his apologetic look and red cheeks, making you giggle.

—Hyunjin, Y/N, out in 5 minutes, the stage is ready. —one of the staff announced, you smiled and got up from the couch.

—So are we.

Kinktober Day 2

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 2: dry humping *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: taehyung x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

♡ summary: taehyung never denies you the pleasure of grinding down on him

♡ wc: 459

♡ warnings: dry humping, breast play, begging, biting

♡ date: October 16, 2023

Taehyung was a mess. His breathing was labored; his brow was beading with sweat. His long, curled hair fell over his eyes, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, muffling the dulcet, throaty sounds that made you wet.

Your hips moved slowly, teasing him over his jeans, his erection pressing against the denim. Taehyung cursed, eyes shut tight as you raked your nails down his shirtless torso. He was a puddle of need beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, fingers toying with the lacy waistband of your pantries.

“Please,” he begs in a whiny tone that makes you moan. He curses, trying to focus his eyes on yours, but he finds himself looking at your lips instead. You say his name softly, lustful gaze locked on his.

“Please what?” You grin smugly. Taehyung resists the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he moves his hands upwards, cupping your tits and gently pinching your nipples. You fumble, losing your balance and falling right onto his crotch.

Taehyung curses; bites his lip, and begs you to remove his pants. Pleads with you to touch him, wrap your hand around him, or perhaps your lips. 

You grind down on him, moaning when your clit rubs against him. You could cum just like this, a withering mess above him while he plays with your breasts, taking one into his mouth.

“Soon,” you promise when you find your voice. “Soon.” 

Taehyung smirks, lifting his hips off the couch on your next grind. He knows you’re close, your thighs shake, and your breathing changes. Your hips move faster, your hands weaving through his hair as you press your lips to his in a messy kiss that leaves the two of you breathless. 

Taehyung loves seeing you like this. Lost in your pleasure, too horny to think or even take his clothes off completely. You’ve soaked through the denim, perhaps even his boxers, or maybe that’s just his leaking cock. Taehyung doesn’t care, not when you’re screaming his name into his chest, his large hands on your hips, guiding your movements until your teeth are sinking into his neck. He curses, gripping you tighter as you come undone on top of him. 

“Fuck,” you breathe after a few moments. Your body feels like jelly, your thighs already aching, but Taehyung just chuckles and kisses you.

“Wanna make me cum?” He asks with a goofy grin as you tackle him back onto the couch. His laughter fills the space between you as you nearly rip his pants off him in your haste.

“Fuck yes,” you nearly growl as you kiss him, hands tugging on his hair as you straddle him. You weren’t done with him yet, not by a long shot.

kinktober masterlist

Homemade Christmas

WC: 459

warning: none

Pairing: Mingyu X fem reader

Mingyu was, in short, the nicest guy you could ever meet and that’s not an exaggeration. This was proved when he spent a week messaging his bestfriend’s mom to get the exact recipe for her Christmas specialty. It was cute really, he thought she was oblivious to his plan when her mother had been calling her everyday gushing about the sweetest boy she had ever met, begging her daughter to marry the overgrown puppy. And honestly, she considered it for a moment, being married to her bestfriend didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world. 

Meanwhile Mingyu was oblivious to his bestfriend being aware of his plan, and still spent every second he could in the kitchen, cooking was his specialty, why couldn’t he get this right. 

“Hey Chef, think you could use a break there?” he heard, startling him out of his thoughts, his whole body jumping three fett into the air to show his fright, he spun around, grasping his chest in exaggeration as he tried to cover the concoction behind him.

“What’re you doing here?” he was frantic, not that he was going to let her know that, he couldn’t give away the surprise. 

“Well I thought you could use some lunch, you’ve holed yourself up in here for like a week now.” She hummed, placing takeaway bags on his island, moving to try and peek around his shoulder, “Whatcha makin?”

“Someone asked me to make them a dessert is all” Mingyu shrugged, quickly putting away his progress however a finger swiping the batter beat him to the punch.

“Hmmmm….needs a little more cinnamon.” She commented, pulling out the cinnamon and adding it to the delightful mixture beginning to stir in his place, once it was all mixed in she held up a spoonful allowing him to try it himself. It was perfect! Just like the intense flavor he tasted when her mother sent him a batch to try, he looked at her with wide eyes wondering if she knew just what she just did.

“How’d you know?”he wondered looking at her in awe, she simply giggled, moving out of the way of the desert and taking herself back to the food she brought.

“A little advice, my mom? She will not keep your secret, she called me the second you called her gushing about the sweetest boy and how I should marry you on the spot.” She explained, hands moving quickly to unpack the food, as he watched on feeling warm at the thought that her mother approves of him.

‘You should totally follow her orders. Mother knows best right?” He said trying to sound calm as he turned back to his desert to hide his awkwardness.

“How about a date first?”

love tap ft touya <3

wc: 459

tags - black fem reader, vaginal fingering, HAND KINK, pleasuredom!touya, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, squirting, praise kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, orgasm denial

an. i actually think about this 24 hrs a day if you couldn’t tell.

it actually embarrassed touya just how honest your body is. every little jerk of your hips, pushing his svelte fingers deeper inside your cunt. he just couldn’t help but grind his cock into your back a bit.

“aww fuck mama, look at your pussy. ‘so fucking wet—my god..”

of course, touya just had to hold your chin in place and make you watch in the large mirror placed in front of you. your pussy involuntarily clenched around his fingers at the sight, sending a shiver down touya’s spine.

“‘s so good touya, fuck—”

he smiles serenely, before pulling his fingers out to add slow strokes to your swollen clit. he couldn’t help but notice how intently you were watching his hands, so why not humor you a bit?

you whined when he pulled out, and touya kissed your neck in consolation.

“i know, i know, you’re doing so well.. my sweet girl..”

your back arched at the praise, pushing you that much closer to the edge of that sweet release. he could feel you getting closer, your legs shaking as you climbed.

“s-shit—touya, ‘so fucking close!”

he groaned in displeasure, applying a few rough taps to your clit for good measure. what he didn’t expect was for you to grab his hand, and writhe even harder, begging for him to slap your pussy harder.

“hmm, you like that ma? you like when i ruin that pretty pussy?”

“yes—f-fuck, yes.”

touya’s slight taps on your clit became rougher as he caught more and more of your desperate reactions. the way your pussy was throbbing in his hand, god, he was almost worried about you. you even began jerking away from him, the pleasure starting to become to much.

“un un, stop running from me, baby. i know you can take it.”

“fuck, just-just let me—god touya!”

he was pitying you at this point. he knew how much you needed this, especially after he denied you for a few days due to his busy schedule. it was only right that he would let you cum, right?

“so fucking desperate… cum all over me mama, i wanna feel it…”

that was all you needed to gush all over him, a few drops of your love hitting the mirror on the way. touya just cooed as he rubbed your spent pussy through the high. he was lucky he put a towel down, fuck.

“that’s it. so fucking proud of you baby, ‘so good for me sweetheart..”

you slumped against him, your body still twitching a lil bit, but you still caught him raising his dripping fingers to his lips to taste your essence. he looked you in your eyes the whole way through, a small smirking playing on lips.

“you want a taste, baby?”

Sunlit Saturday

Day 3 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event!  Rating: General  CW: None Tags: Established Relationship, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Soft Mornings.  WC: 459 Prompt: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if it’s nothing special at all; submitted anonymously 

After weeks and weeks and weeks of scheduling conflicts, Eddie and Steve finally have a day off together. It seemed like Steve and Eddie’s schedules were working against them. Every time one had a day off, the other would have to go in to work. Even when it looked like things were going to line up, some sort of “emergency” would pop up and one of them would have to help out. But finally, they both landed Saturday off. 

Last night they had celebrated their shared Saturday off. Of course, they were both tired from work, so they moved languidly and fell asleep together. Which has landed them here; 

A warm gleam of sunshine streaming across Steve’s face urges him awake. He blinks at the soft light streaming into his eyes. The curtains are slightly open, bathing the room in a heavenly glow.  

Steve feels an arm slung over his stomach. The sounds of Eddie's soft breath fills his ears. Warmth radiates into his back from Eddie's body curling around his. 

Steve turns over In Eddie's arms, looking at his sleeping boyfriend. He looks peaceful, softer and calmer than when he's in the waking world. Last night was a good night. Nightmares hadn't thrown them awake; screaming and gasping from an ice cold fear pumping through their veins. 

Eddie has the sun shining on him. The light softens his features further. The sun lightens his hair, turning it a golden brown. Steve's chest fills with warmth, he smiles at his boyfriend. 

Eddie tugs Steve further into his body, holding on tightly. Steve tucks his face into Eddie's neck, settling into the warmth stored there. He kisses lightly at Eddie's neck, not aiming to start anything; but to just let out some of the overwhelming love he feels. 

“Hmph…” Eddie huffs out at Steve, acknowledging his touches. 

“Good morning, Baby” Steve smiles into Eddie's shoulder.

“ ‘morning, Sweetheart” Eddie mumbles out, still half asleep. Eddie pulls back a bit to look at Steve. He smiles softly at Steve, 

“You're so beautiful, Darling” Eddie whispers as he closes his eyes, trying not to fall back asleep but failing. Steve tilts his head up and places a little kiss at the tip of his nose. 

“What do ya’ wanna do t’day?” Eddie asks, trying his hardest to wake up. 

“I’m fine doing whatever you want to do today. We do need to get some groceries later though,” Steve replies

“I just wanna go back t’ sleep ‘nd cuddle'' Eddie mumbles, squeezing Steve in his arms. 

Steve smiles. He knows later they'll have to get up, to get groceries, and do some other general chores they've been neglecting. But for now, Steve just wants to spend time with Eddie; loving and being loved back.

Pairing: Mpreg!Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader Summary: Complete crack fic for my beloved @noodlelooodle who made Mpreg!Nathan doodles for a laugh. Warnings: None. WC: 459

"Why couldn't you have made a guy robot pregnant, why did this experiment have to be you getting pregnant?"

"An AI fetus nwould only develop how I programmed it, this is natural. The body goes by how it is naturally programmed, and the more I learn about how the body functions the better my androids will be."

It was such a silly thing to focus on, the difference between androids and robots, when he was quite literally in his third trimester. It was also a completely ridiculous justification, although you probably should've anticipated it.

Nathan asking you to get pregnant was a hell of a surprise, him saying it was for science less so, but the way he shrugged and went back to work at your first rebuff? Downright strange.

Now eight months later and he's swollen, cranky, weirdly clingy and craving Stadium Nachos.

"What happened to your all-natural, no artificial flavouring, diet?"

"What happened to get me some damn nachos? I've literally broken biology as a cis man now a month shy of naturally producing a baby and you think nacho fucking cheese is too far?" There was the crankiness.

"No, no! Look, the helicopter should be here soon-"

"So it's not here already?! You get billions of dollars developing spyware for the US fucking Government and you can't get a damn helicopter to arrive on time!"

Despite managing to make Darwin roll in his grave, there was seemingly nothing Nathan could do to solve cravings. Even a genius had limits, and his current one was drawing closer the longer it took for him to get his newest pregnancy craving.

"C'mon, I'll put Great British Bake Off on, help you stop whining."

He wouldn't stop whining for a good ten minutes, muttering about 'this is why I don't pay taxes.... Freud would say.... Organic Nachoes....', but after several failed cakes and British gossip later the familiar whir of helicopter blades pierced the Alaskan silence that blanketed the mansion.

With a relieved smile you glance over at him, expecting to see him waddle over for his boots and finally get the nachos he was craving. Instead he was staring at you, eyes peering over silver specs, a calloused hand roaming his swollen stomach.

"Nathan? It's here."

"So go get it."

"W-What?!" One of the few things you remained stubborn about was making Nathan go collect the groceries he flew in. If he wanted to make you live five hours from the nearest store, he could take the ten minute hike to the helipad. "You'd really make someone this pregnant walk that far, with these ankles? Studies have shown-"

You're already at the door, tugging your bootstraps on with a sigh.

"And if the cheese isn't hot just kill 'em!"

Telling Sam How You Both Got Married (Trans! Dean Winchester X F!Reader)

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first small idea I had about this project that I think about 24/7 anymore. I want to start out with just some small ideas about Trans!Dean and his wife. I do hope to make this apart of a greater story that can be read separate or together. Consider this part one. This is my first time writing fiction in almost three years so I have zero idea what I am doing anymore.

WC: 459

Trigger Warnings: John Winchester being an asshole.

Reader's POV

Back seat of the Impala

All I could hear was the soft sounds of talking as I steered awake from my sleep. The car wasn't moving so Dean and I must have made it to Stanford. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see Dean talking to a tall man while the trunk was open. It must be his brother Sam. "I can't do this alone." "Yes, you can." I scuff at their conversation, don't really think your alone in this Dean. While John and I may have our differences, he was still Dean's father. I roll onto my right shoulder in hopes of going back asleep. Dean's vision becomes focused on me. "What? You got some chick shacked up in the backseat you forgot about." "No Sam, that's my wife."

Sam's POV

"So, let me get this straight. You both are married?" We were on our way to Jericho to figure out what had been killing men on a highway. Ever since we left Stanford I was dumb founded how my brother had found a wife in the short time I had been away. "Yeah, well. This kind of thing just happens Sammy." Dean looked over at me, "We met on a hunt and the rest is history." "What does dad think about this? Does he even know?" I looked behind me at (Y/N), my new found sister in law. She laughed at me, "He knows and does not approve of me. He says I distract him from the mission. " She moves to put her arms over Dean's shoulders as he drives. "But. that didn't stop us from getting hitched in Vegas." I looked at both of them in disbelief, "Vegas? Are you guys serious? How did you even get the license? I mean, Dean isn't even..." I trailed off, not wanting to say it but also wanting answers. "All you need is an ID that looks real, Sammy. Those people will believe it if I want them too." Dean smiled over at me. "Isn't that right, baby?" His hand went from the steering wheel to (Y/N)'s arm that was over his shoulder. "Yeah, we went down there to take out a vamp nest. We thought we could stick around for a little bit and next thing I know this one right here was sweettalking me into it. We even had the cheesy Elvis impersonator officiate us." I laughed, "Y'all really just went for it? That's great." "Yeah Sammy but Dad was madder than I had ever seen him before when we got back!" (Y/N) looked over at me, "That's only because we stayed an extra week and ignored his calls. When we finally met back up in Oklahoma I don't think John stopped lecturing Dean for two days."

🔞 Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 9 🔞

Prompt: “Does getting mad at me give you a high?”

WC: 459

CW: BDSM undertones, referenced previous drug use, use of the word “whore”

A/N: We’re going vintage AO3 Yoonmin with this one. Everything is consensual. Safe & sane? It’s me, y’all.

“You like it when I piss you off? Does getting mad at me give you a high? You know, since you can’t actually get high anymore?” Jimin taunted, getting right in Yoongi’s face.

“Shut up,” Yoongi growled.

“Or what? You’ll shove your cock in my mouth? That’s not the threat you think it is,” Jimin smirked.

“I said shut up,” Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s hair and forced his head back. The other man laughed as Yoongi tightened his grip.

“That’s it. Let it out. You know we both feel better after you’ve tossed me around a little,” he said. Yoongi forced Jimin on his knees and tried to unbuckle his belt with one hand.

“Need help?” Jimin smirked, batting his long lashes at Yoongi. Yoongi let go of Jimin’s hair, undid his belt and jeans, then pushed his underwear down just enough to release his cock.

“Open,” he instructed. Jimin opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Yoongi fed his cock into the pretty blonde’s mouth until Jimin’s nose was almost flush against Yoongi’s abdomen. “Do I have to tell you what to do or have you used that whore mouth enough to know what you’re doing?”

Jimin responded by opening his mouth wider and taking Yoongi’s length almost down his throat. Yoongi leaned back against the wall for support as Jimin worked his dick, his hand never moving off the other man’s head. Jimin was right. Fighting was his high now. Letting Jimin needle him until he was just this side of losing his temper, then Jimin sucking his soul out through his cock. If they didn’t have to be somewhere, Yoongi would’ve fucked Jimin until they were both dry. Their friends didn’t get it at all.

Yoongi looked down and met Jimin’s eyes. Drool was running down his chin and Yoongi could see the bulge in Jimin’s jeans. That would have to wait. Yoongi noticed Jimin’s eyes flash, then he was pressing his finger against Yoongi’s taint. Before he could stop himself, he was coming hard holding Jimin’s head in place. Jimin drank it down and Yoongi shoved him off when he finished.

“Told you that you’d feel better,” Jimin teased as he wiped the drool off his chin.

“Fucker,” Yoongi panted.

“Part of why you love me,” Jimin stood up, tucked Yoongi back in, and redid his jeans and belt.

“And always will,” Yoongi smiled a little. Jimin resisted rolling his eyes.

“Time to go. You can enjoy spending half of dinner thinking about fucking me when we get home,” he kissed Yoongi and quickly checked his hair in the mirror. There was no salvaging it. It wasn’t the first time they’d show up to an event with sex hair and it wouldn’t be the last.

Here's a potential request idea; Elvis having a bad day and dropping into little space the minute he gets home to you, enough so that you have to help him get dressed and get to bed and such? Thanks!

super cute request thank u friend 🫶🏼 hope i did it justice! ❤️

bad day | little!elvis x cg!reader

wc: 459

warnings: age regression, little space, gender neutral reader, probably an overuse of pet names as always

note: sorry my little space requests always come out so short! i do love writing them though, i promise LOL

masterlist | send a request or say hi :)

elvis was running late which worried you. he would usually call you if recording or rehearsals were running late but you hadn't heard from him all day.

you were upstairs wiping off your makeup when you heard the front door slam followed by footsteps. he stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame and staring at you.

you turned your head to him, smiling softly. "hi honey, you okay? recording run late?"

it was as if a switch in his brain was flipped on, his facial features softening as he looked at you tiredly. you knew something was wrong when his expression changed. you stood up and walked over to him, cupping his cheek with your hand. "did my baby boy have a bad day?" he nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. it had been a few weeks since elvis regressed. his schedule was so packed, he rarely had time to even breathe. "let's run you a bath and get you in your jammies, that sound good?" you rubbed his arm as he nodded once again.

you took his hand into the bathroom and started a bath for him. you noticed elvis just standing there watching you, he needed extra help tonight which showed how deep he was in his little headspace. "you need some help, baby?" you helped him undress and into the bath, even throwing a couple bath toys in to help relax him. "you've been working too hard," you said softly, washing his hair. "maybe we'll take a day to ourselves tomorrow, how does that sound?" he finally smiled up at you, happy with your idea.

after the bath you wrapped him up in a towel, drying his hair and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. after helping him to the bed, you pulled out his pajamas from a drawer and held them out. "this okay?" he nodded in approval, making grabby hands at the clothes. you chuckled, going over to help him get into his pjs. "hips up baby." you asked, sliding his pants on. he held his arms out for you to slip it on. you stood in front of him buttoning up the silky smooth purple top as he muttered a quiet 'thank you'. you buttoned the final button, giving him a small smile and giving him a forehead kiss. "you're so welcome, my prince."

you pulled up in bed next to him, patting the spot beside you for him to lay down. elvis crawled up to you, resting his head on your chest and holding onto your waist. "it's okay to take a break baby, don't push yourself so much." elvis sighed, only to hold onto you tighter. "love you." he mumbled against you.

"love you too baby boy."

Hi, darling

I've been reading your blog for quite a while now and I want to thank you for all the job you do, because I just love your works. wanted to make a request (if you accept them, of course).

What if the reader was a refugee from another country (Ukraine for example) and they joined the Port Mafia in order to survive, and slowly started a relationship with Akutagawa, where the both of them during the development of their relationship are facing hardships due to their traumas, but slowly opening up to one another and start trust each other more.

of broken homes

synopsis - after facing many hardships finding someone who helps you is one the best things to happen

includes - akutagawa

warnings - gn!reader, readers country of origin not specified, slow burn, angst to mild comfort, trauma mention, comparisions to animals, wc - 459

a/n: hello! anon if you wanted to make me emotional congrats, seriously thank you, and everyone else, for all the support honestly means alot

not everyone's life is fair. and among the cruel world some have to bare the consequences of others actions. and among those few stood you. chased out of the comfort of your homeland and forced to restart elsewhere. survival was all that came natural in the end. so to survive in unfamiliar territory you had prepared yourself to do everything in your power to survive.

and unfortunately that would lead to less than desirable situations. money was scarce because jobs were. and your small supply was running low, so when you ran into a sketchy doctor who offered quite the enticing offer if you joined his organisation. you took it. whatever it takes to survive.

the deep rooted primal instinct to survive lays dorment until we need it most. but working among mafioso made it more prominent than ever. taking the job and finding what it entailed was scary at first, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. you were quite adept and very quickly became worryingly good and rising ranks quicker than most.

with this came a double edged sword, more opportunities to not only survive but afford more but at the cost of others. eventually you had became partnered alongside a man of similar age to which you had learned was called akutagawa.

the early stages of this partnership passed with scarce looks and brief conversation upon missions. no more intercation than necessary but you had recognised signs of his struggles early on but keeping to yourself and trying to survive came first, so you never pryed. the more time akutagawa spent with you the more it became natural to exchange glances or nods at the other outside of missions.

for reasons that escaped him, he had thought that you were a half decent partner. you kept to yourself, and only excahnged in necessary conversation. and this original nature soon lead to more encounters around. the early stages of a budding friendship started small, but naturally it seemed you were meant to get along. and eventually conversations and hanging around the other came like second nature.

among this laid the eventual small conversations to support the other in hardship. two different backgrounds didn't mean you couldn't help each other. trust was a welcome but hard thing to achieve. but eventually trust built more and more, leading to more open, personal talks.

helping one another by listening and support without crossing boundaries. more and more secrets were revealed and while full trust was quite the while away, it was by far the closest he had let anyone get to him - minus his sister. something drew him to you, and it seemed the feeling was reciprocated. as learning to survive was always easier with help of those closest.