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bitbugbites-re · 7 months

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𝙻𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how different RE men would give you their lap as a pillow (and vice versa!)

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characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

gender: gn! reader

cw: FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

a/n: there are THREE vers. of leon in this post because they give that boy WAY too many damn personalities (re3r, re4r, re6)

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖗 (any rendition)

Giving you his lap:

Doesn't typically invite you to lay on his lap, you usually are the one to just wiggle your way onto him

Once he picks up on you liking it though, he'd probably offer when you were sad or upset about something

The dude has got rock-hard thighs because of his genetic mutations

It starts to get uncomfy pretty quick, so you gotta grab a pillow for yourself to place under your head (never back down, never WHAT?!)

Sometimes he grabs the pillow for you absent-mindedly because he knows you're gonna ask/get up for it

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Usually never leads to anything nsfw, especially so if he's working while you're on his lap

I really only ever see it leading to nsfw stuff in the event that you approach him with the intention of seducing him (in which case it'll be you servicing him -- only sometimes it'll lead to full-on sex, as long as you're forward about wanting it)

Using your lap:

He doesn't automatically lay on your lap -- you're the one who offers it to him and he usually turns it down

It's not that he doesn't like it, he just isn't someone who is too big on physical touch

he also feels embarrassed laying in such a position

When he does lay on your lap, it's usually because you put him there against his will (typically when he's sad)

he secretly likes it

You like to stare into his eyes since they're such a unique color. he claims to hate it (he doesn't, he's just prideful and won't admit he likes cheesy lovey-dovey things)

Gets mad at you if you mess up his hair (doesn't physically stop you though, just grumbles and complains about it half-heartedly)

Can't fall asleep no matter how comfortable your legs are. he's just very particular in the way he falls asleep (and everything else, too)

If he doesn't have anything else to do, he'll usually just lay there and wait for you to fall asleep. If you do, he'll get up and carry you to the bedroom, covering you up before going back to work

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Doesn't usually lead to anything nsfw in this scenario either

You gotta lay it on thick if you want him. he's a smart man and he can pick up on social cues -- he just isn't the type to have a high enough sex drive that causes him to jump at every opportunity available

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Giving you his lap:

Will both offer and/or just randomly place you on his lap 24/7

If you get on his lap first without him saying anything, he gets really excited. The "my-cat-fell-asleep-on-me" kind of excited

He's got substantially thick legs. Can be pretty comfortable to lay on when his legs are relaxed -- although sometimes he tenses his legs unconsciously and you have to ask him to unflex them

Has a little bit of trouble staying still for a prolonged period of time. He'll start out pretty still, but if you're having a conversation or he gets too into it, he'll make a lot of movements with his arms and/or upper body

Constantly in awe of you. Trying to look at your face, trying to pet your hair or rub your legs, etc. Just can't get enough of you.

He likes talking to you as you lay on him, too. Not very silent unless you fall asleep on him, in which case, he often glances down to look at your face. Will take pictures of you if you're okay with it, too.

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Leads to nsfw things pretty often. In this scenario, you're the one to initiate it most of the time since you're the one by his package

Gets an almost immediate boner every time. Dude's got a high sex-drive and it doesn't take much from you to work him up

If you do end up playing with him in some way, he'll either want to pay you back or have full-on sex

Using your lap:

Literally just throws himself down on you. Most of the time you don't even have to ask if he wants to use your lap. He just does

Makes you pet his hair. Rub his facial scruff. Touch his arms. Dude is needy af

If you're eating something while he's on your lap, he'll just let you feed him. Seriously, you just stick stuff in his mouth and he eats it without saying anything

If your legs start to fall asleep and you ask him to get off, he'll just swap positions with you and put you on his lap instead

Will make you take selfies together while he's on your lap. Then proceeds to send them to his friends (usually Tyrell) as a way to brag about how he has a cool partner

Falls asleep on you really easily and snores loud as FUCK

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Will start to get extra touchy if he wants to initiate sex. He'll reach up and cup your face, wrap his arms around your midriff and snuggle his head into you, etc.

Starts by giving you oral and it's usually the gentle, slow, loving kind.

If it leads to normal sex, it's probably going to take place on the same surface where he was lying on your lap (i.e. -- couch, bed, floor, etc.)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Giving you his lap:

Occasionally offers his lap to you. Doesn't do it too much because he's not always thinking about it

Most of the time his offers are either because you're sad or because you're watching something together

His thighs are a mix between hard and soft. He's pretty muscular, so at first you'd be expecting more of a solid feeling, but it's not as bad as you'd have guessed. It's a just-right type of deal. (could be due to the fact that he's getting older...)

Isn't super touchy. He'll rest his arm along your body, maybe, but other than that he doesn't do anything too extra. The two of you kinda just enjoy the idle comfort from one another

Very chill kind of lover. Wouldn't get mad if you started getting a bit squirmy or tried readjusting your head's position every 3 seconds

If you have a bowl of popcorn, he's reaching in a grabbing handfuls for himself -- doesn't notice he's eating most of your snack either. (he'll apologize and get up to make another bowl for the both of you, though. And then he'll eat most of that, too)

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I don't see him initiating anything out of the blue, or even if he's turned on in this scenario. I do think though that if he got a boner, he'd kinda just awkwardly wait for it to go down. In that case, you'd be the initiator, offering to help him out

Would be fine stopping after reaching his orgasm. Might offer to play with you using his hands. He'd be open to sex if you suggested it.

Using your lap:

Never lays in your lap on his own. Often turns you down when you offer him to lay in your lap

I feel like he likes being in more dominant positions, if that makes sense? He likes being the big-spoon, while you're the little spoon

In the rare occurrence that you do get him on your lap, it's just kinda awkward. He just lies there with his arms crossed

Tries to get comfortable, but can't. He's a big guy, so it's a little tricky for him

Tries his best to stay on your lap if that's what you want, but eventually gives up. Offers for you to either lay on his lap or lay against his chest instead

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Not much, if any nsfw things result from this scenario

Maybe if you started running your hands along his arms or touching on his chest, something would happen. He'd probably make a flirty joke about you feeling him up, and then things would go on from there

𝕰𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 (re7, re8)

Giving you his lap:

Offers his lap whenever he's trying to be romantic or considerate of you. Really only offers because he thinks you like it

Not to say that he doesn't like it -- he'll take any kind of touch from you -- he just doesn't have any kind of preference. Touch is touch

He's got soft thighs. He's not built, but he's not in bad shape either -- he's got a very average build, so his legs are pretty comfortable to lay on.

A lot of the time, he plans to ask you if you want to lay on his lap beforehand. He'll make snacks and lay them out on the coffee table, or he'll light some candles in the bedroom -- it all feels very loving and soft

He likes to place his arm under yours and hold your hand while you watch something. He does the circular thumb movement, too

If you have a baby together, and it starts to cry, he'll grab a pillow and put it down under your head before going to check on the child

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Honestly, you're the one jumping him most of the time, and it's not because he doesn't take initiative -- it's because the way he cares for you turns you on

Usually starts once you lean up to kiss him...and keep kissing him

If you're in the living room, he takes you to the bedroom to have sex. It's the kind that's very gentle, slow, and passionate

He gives great aftercare, too. Cleans you both up, and carries you to the shower if you want to take one

Using your lap:

He'll lay in your lap if you suggest it to him, although he doesn't do it on his own very much.

Thinks it's cute when you ask him, and he cracks jokes as he goes to lie down

Makes sure to be very still. Tries not to readjust his head too much, thinking he might annoy you with it

Usually keeps his arms crossed when his head's on your lap. Again, tries not to move too frequently

If you have a kid, they'll try to take your other leg, and Ethan thinks it's funny that you've got two people on your lap

Your kid will request that you pet their head, and Ethan will follow along teasingly. You end up running your hands through both of their hair

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If he starts rubbing your knee or the area above it, you know he's trying to start something up

You often say something along the lines of, "I know what you're trying to do," and he laughs and admits it

He'll lean up and kiss you, and then the two of you will take things to the bedroom. Again, you have very gentle, slow sex -- plus good aftercare

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Giving you his lap:

Will offer you his lap sometimes -- he can be a little absent-minded, so it's pretty much an occasional thing unless he notices you frequently putting yourself in his lap

He's a little shy about you laying on his legs, but he likes it a lot

He's got really comfortable thighs to lay on. They've got a slight bit of muscle to them, but not too much

He's a little awkward when it comes to knowing what to do with his hands. He'll pet your head, but he does so with a strange rhythm -- or accidentally yank a little bit of your hair. He then apologizes profusely and pulls his hand away. If you want him to keep touching you in some way, you have to guide his arm/hand down and place it where you want it

The first few times you lay on his lap, he's pretty stiff. As your relationship continues, however, he gets used to it

Will quietly fall asleep after a while and you won't even know it until you try saying something, noticing that he isn't responding

Occasionally mumbles stupid stuff in his sleep. Sometimes you can hold a conversation with him and he won't even remember it

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You're the one who initiates it most of the time. He'll get a boner and you'll tease him -- he'll flirtatiously tease back, and you'll end up servicing him where you're sitting

If you're in the living room he worries about staining the couch, but will let you continue if you tell him to not worry about it

Passionate, fairly vanilla sex. He doesn't really like being too rough with you because he worries he might be hurting you

Decent aftercare -- he cleans you up first, and once you're both cleaned up, he asks if you want to go back to lying on his lap

Using your lap:

Only occasionally he will put himself on your lap of his own volition. Usually, you're the one to ask him if he wants to use your legs as a pillow, and agree

Very rarely turns you down, if at all. It makes him really happy when you offer your lap up to him

Tells you almost every time how comfortable your thighs feel.

He likes it a lot when you touch him. Leon likes you petting his hair, rubbing his arm, but his favorite out of every option is when you take his hand and hold it. It feels like a very tender moment to him

Likes to talk to you while he's on you. Whether it be about the show you're watching, his day, your day -- he's talking

Sometimes he will spell things out on your leg using his finger and make you guess what it says. It's usually something random like "cactus," or "pizza"

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The two of you will tease and flirt with one another, and that's what leads to things heating up. He'll sit up and start to kiss you, and that's typically the cue that the two of you will be having sex

Sometimes he starts with oral in this kind of scenario, sometimes it just leads straight to a little bit of foreplay then sex

Again, very vanilla, but loving and caring sex. He gives good aftercare here, too

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re4r)

Giving you his lap:

Knows when you could use his lap, and offers it accordingly. He has a good sense of what you need, and when -- even when you're not upset

Feels very comforted when you accept, and likes the feeling of your weight on him

He has really nice legs, and they're fairly soft. They aren't as cushiony as when he was younger (re2r), but still comfortable to lie on

No longer awkward with his hands, knows exactly what to do with them. He's got very smooth, rhythmic movements as well

Doesn't fall asleep with you in his lap as much as he used to, but it'll happen occasionally. He tries his best to stay awake, wanting to spend time with you -- even though it's hard for him because he doesn't get as much sleep anymore and he gets really relaxed with you around him

If you feel him up, he'll laugh and tease you about it. He thinks it's funny when you poke into the fatty-muscled part of his arms and legs

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Using him as a lap pillow leads to nsfw things quite a lot. Sometimes it's started by you touching him up, sometimes it's started by back-and-forth teasing, sometimes it's started by him asking for a kiss

The sex has gotten a little less vanilla over time -- nothing too crazy, but the two of you have definitely explored many more positions, kinks, etc. as time went on

He's got a routine down for aftercare as well -- the two of you know what the other likes, meaning that you're both left feeling pretty satisfied after the deed is done

Using your lap:

Doesn't really put himself on your lap randomly anymore. Over time, he's realized he prefers having you on his legs instead -- but he's not against laying on your thighs

If he does put himself on you, it's usually for good-times sake

He still compliments you on how soft your legs are

Leon falls asleep much more on your lap than when you're on his. Sometimes it knocks him out right away -- he just can't help it

Loves when you move his bangs out of his eyes, especially if the two of you are watching something

He now automatically takes your hand in his, holding it. He doesn't let it go, either, even if he falls asleep in your lap. There's no getting it back until the two of you separate

Doesn't make conversation as much as he used too -- as he got more comfortable over time, he didn't always feel the need to fill in the silent gaps. He does make quite a few quippy one-liners if you're watching something, though

Leon still plays the word-drawing game with his finger on your body, except now he chooses harder words like "potassium," or "armadillo" (though, sometimes, he misspells them and the two of you laugh about it)

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His new cue for initiating sex is by squeezing and playing with your leg -- although flirting and teasing still leads to sex between the two of you a lot, also.

The sex ranges from slow and gentle, to fast and passionate. It just depends on what kind of mood the two of you are in

Again, the two of you have a pretty good aftercare routine going, and you're usually very cuddly with one another once you've both finished

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re6)

Giving you his lap:

Even years later, he's still really good at predicting when you want to use his lap. He offers it at all the right times

Thinks it's cute that the two of you have this years-long tradition going on. He jokes that someday, you'll be in the retirement home together trying to get onto his lap haphazardly

His legs got a lot more hard as time went on. You joke around, telling him that he's hard as a brick now -- but you secretly still enjoy resting on his lap as much as you used to when his thighs were softer

Falls asleep a lot like he did in the beginning -- he's getting old and more tired as time goes on. However, he is good at staying awake if the two of you are watching something

If you like to watch reality TV, he shits all over it/the people in it (He secretly likes it though; his favorite is The Bachelor)

You've started joking around with him, telling him to take his shirt off when you're in his lap -- you tell him that you don't know how many years left you'll have to look at his abs, and that you need to enjoy them thoroughly before they're gone (he only laughs and tells you he'll have them forever, 'till the day he dies)

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Still leads to nsfw things, although not as much as when the two of you were younger

You're not as wild, doing crazy positions -- but you do try different, smaller things to spice it up in the bedroom occasionally

Aftercare is still the same, although sometimes you're the one cleaning him up now -- for some reason, despite his job, sex seems to take the life out of him

Using your lap:

Started putting his head back onto your lap more. He does it in a joking manner, but it became special to him overtime due to your guys' history of doing it

If you have a kid, and they like putting their head on your lap, he uses them as an excuse. He'll make some silly joke, telling you that he needs attention, too

Instead of complimenting your legs, he now presses kisses to them randomly. He knows that over time you became a little more conscious of your body, so he started doing this to ensure you he still thinks you're beautiful

Both him and your kid will fall asleep on your lap. Sometimes one of them will snore really loud and wake the other up --you try to stifle a laugh every time it happens

Lets you or your kid tie his bangs up so that he can see the TV without them getting in his eyes. He thinks it's funny

Still makes you put your arm around him, holding onto his hand. Over time, he's started kissing it every once in a while, as well. He's very affectionate with you

The finger word-drawing game has reached a new height. He has started googling impossibly long and difficult words. You can't even beat him anymore -- and you can never tell if he's actually spelling the words right

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Leon still squeezes your leg to signal that he wants you -- although he's a little less playful with it, as he's conscious that you're a little more sensitive about your body nowadays

Again, pretty normal sex-life for your ages -- if not a little more frequent than others like your peers

Your aftercare is still the same as well. You and Leon have no complaints, and the two of you will likely continue your routine until you can't anymore

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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kenlvry · 1 year

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hiii, ur works are so cute, any chance we could get nsfw hc’s for stan and kyle with a shy fem reader?

thank you <333

stan and kyle nsfw hc's with a shy fem reader!

an: hello!! im pretty nervous bc its my first time doing nsfw hc, both of them are 19+ you can js imagine what they look like. also i didnt know if you wanted separate or tgt so i made separate but if you wanted to both at once feel free to send me another one!

stan marsh

you were always a shy person and stan loved your personality, it was so cute to him that you were so shy that you even cover your smile with your hand.

even when he kissed you, you forced him to close his eyes because you were too shy for him to see your goofy kissing face.

your weak spot was your nipples and whenever he sucked on them you'd always moan , you bit down on your lip suppressing them and stan stopped "cmon dont hide em, scream it out" you were a bit shocked but just looked away. he smiled and continued.

whenever he was about to give you head you were very shy about it, you were scared he didnt like the taste and even covering it sometimes because stan was staring too long at it or whatever making so many excuses. and he got annoyed tbh "i don't care, its you. youre always perfect" after that he immediately went down not caring about your protests. he was giving it kitten licks and kissing it before finally licking it. you were beyond surprised when he licked it your back arched and you wanted to hold his hair as something to hold on but were shy, he grabbed your arm and put it on his head winking to you and continued to work on your pussy.

whenever he stuck his dick in it would always start with you laying down and him putting it in, you didn't make eye contact with him. he grabbed your face with his fingers so that you were looking at him while he put it in, he grunts when the tip was in and you were moaning. he wondered what would it be like if he put it all in if you were already a mess with just the tip.

if he puts your legs on his shoulders so it can go in deeper you'd be so surprised and ask if he was okay and if it made him uncomfy having to hold your hips while thrusting into you. "fuck i dont care, all i care is that you are pleasured" with that he thrust into you and you'd cover you face to not moan, you two talked over it but he was too deep in to care.

whenever you rode him it was a complete mess, before even putting it in you made so many excuses "what if im too heavy??" "what if it doesn't make you feel good?" "what if it feels too good i cant move??" even saying your suddenly sick or smthn because youre too shy to ride him, he'd watch you the whole time and you'd get nervous "no matter what size you are i would pick you up like you are paper, it doesn't matter if it doesn't feel good, as long as my girls happy and i can see your frustrated face, if you cant move I'll do it for you. now cmon im loosing patience"

when you were riding him youd stop midway because you were too tired, and stan kept his promise! he hold your waist and helped you thrust in and out, you were a moaning mess.

when you were about to cum you'd tell him and tbh he could tell he just wanted to hear it. he'd go faster just so you can have the best orgasm. he always came on your stomach and you cover it sometimes because your shy about it but he moved away your hands and took in to enjoy the view

all in all sex with stan is the best, he always puts you first <33

kyle broflovski

with your shy personality it was hard to have sex, you'd cover your pussy and tits even though at the end hes still gonna see it. he thought it was really cute though. it was like you were a virgin even though you fucked other people before.

kyle knew all your weak spots and would always hit them, you tried not to make a face but you were a moaning mess he'd hit it over and over and it just felt too good!

kyle lovessssss hearing you moan, and he hates it when you hide it from him. if you hid it with biting your hand he'd take your hands and pin it next to your head with his hands, he basically trapped you, both of your hands being tied down with his own so all you could do was moan loudly, he loved it<33

he likes it when he puts your legs over his shoulder, it gives him a much more deeper position and he can see your face better, you'd be squirming while he was thrusting in and out of you, hiding your face and such but kyle didn't stop because it was so cute.

after care with him is really an argue battle, even though he has gave you head and fucked you, you're still shy about him looking at your pussy so if he tried to clean it you'd immediately get up trying to wash it by yourself, kyle would pull you back to the bed "shhh let me handle it, ive seen it a thousand times, it still looks like the pretty pussy as always" you ended up sleeping and letting him do it

sex with him is the best because he knew all your weak spots and always tries to make you have a fun time!

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j-nope-not-today · 1 year

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I wonder what the Turtles would do with their pregnant s/o when they get the “urge 😏😏😏😏” if you what I’m talking? And also, the positions that they would use. Don’t forget the pros and cons. And make it about the Bayverses guys, of course!

Tmnt reaction when they get the "urge" with pregnant s/o

Warning: Minors do not read!! To anyone else if your uncomfy with sexual stuff do not read!

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it!

Raphael

Lord help this man

Bc you are FINE

Boy would be fighting to not pounce on you

Hands down I think it's gonna be doggy style

It's just-

He's an ass man

I mean the only con is that he wouldn't relent

He would respect if you said no

But he would still suggest it the rest of the day until you caved.

The pro's??

So. Many.

Let's be honest your gonna have a good time

a GREAT time

He's definitely gonna growl in your ear at some point.

And your gonna be helping him with his "urge" for a few hours.

He would grab and squeeze your butt

Man would say the nastiest things to you

But he would be a lil shy about it he wanted you to have a good time

But once he saw you liked it oh boy

He's gonna be so cocky about it

He would be so sweet afterwards

All cuddly and cute like he didn't just rearrange your insides.

Leonardo

God rest your soul

He saw you and just

You looked amazing and he just pulled you into his room

Whispered in your ear all the nasty things he wanted to do with you

But the position he would go for is missionary

Bc he wants to see your face twist in pleasure.

He would definitely rearrange your insides

Whisper dirty things in your ear

Kiss all over your neck and chest

With the softest look in his eyes

Low-key it would be kinda romantic

But he would be a lil rough with it

He couldn't help it you were mouth watering

he would make sure you remembered that you were his

And only his.

He would take really good care of you afterwards

Clean you up and kiss your tummy and hold you close to him

Definitely gives you a small massage after just because you deserve it

Donatello

Say goodbye to your legs for the next few days

He would be so awkward at first

I mean he didn't want to hurt you

But once you were undressed

Oh boy

I definitely think it would be reverse cowgirl for him

Right in his lab.

On his chair

And all while he was pounding into you

Fondling your breasts and kissing up your neck.

He would still be working

Boy could multitask so well.

Don't worry you would get all his attention though

He made sure you couldn't walk when he was done with you

He would clean you up afterwards

Caress your tummy and leave small kisses along your stomach

made sure you had some snacks.

He would for sure kiss your forehead and pull you close to him.

Michelangelo

Oh gosh are you in for it

He would so sweetly ask you

All while his hands would wander to places they shouldn't be

Honestly any position would work for him

He just wanted you so badly

His hands would be everywhere

Touching and caressing all of your body

He would be a little silly though

Leave small kisses all over your face

But your definitely not doing anything else anytime soon

Definitely loving the sounds he would get to come out of you

He would be so careful though

Gently caressing your stomach and making sure not to hurt you

Honestly it would be so romantic

He wouldn't be rough with you until you had the baby he didn't want to hurt you or the little fella

He would run you a bath and hold you close

And lay you in bed and you would eat snacks and cuddle afterwards

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph

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colognedecigarette · 2 years

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Tag Game

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average hours of sleep: uhhh. 6-9 hours when normal (nice), 16-18 hours when particularly fatigued (not nice).

instruments: SCREAM.

what i'm wearing: what are you, the fashion cop?! come back with a warrant. (edgy atheistic shirt i got for free from a giveaway that i still wear mostly because honestly the fabric's great, and leggings with cigarette holes because i never learnt me fucking lesson.)

dream job: get paid to do nothing with no expectations in return. (in all honesty, i've no idea.)

dream trip: my dad told me once about this, like, wine convention happening annualy in italy and i've been wanting to visit there with him ever since. but honestly, any trips with me parents would be nice. give me a chance to be a kid again. QwQ

favourite songs: if anyone has seen my answer for @leewalberg's ask game, a lot of these will be repeat answer. but anyway, me favourite songs are ....

Ambush, Amusement Park, Horse, Flying Apsaras, Honey, Bad (so i guess the entire Honey EP), Jade, I'm Not Okay, Goodbye Chistmas, Sheep, MYM (Acoustic), Hold On, Save You, Lay U Down (affectionate whore), and XiangJiang River by LAY

Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night), Coffeeshop Soundtrack, Weightless, Kids in the Dark, Old Scars / Future Hearts, Hometown Heroes / National Nobodies, Outlines, Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me, Time Bomb, Safe, Clumsy, Sleeping In, Monsters, and Everything is Fine by All Time Low

65 Doesn't Understand You, Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here, Radio Protector, and Retreat! Retreat! by 65daysofstatic

Caught, Mother, Hiding, Howl, Strangeness and Charm, Shake It Out, Cosmic Love, Leave My Body, Addicted to Love (cover), My Boy Builds Coffin, Too Much Is Never Enough, Wish That You Were Here, Hunger, The End of Love, and No Choir by Florence + The Machine

Obsession, Call Me Baby, Exodus, Love Me Right, and The Eve by EXO

Wasteland, Baby; Talk, Work Song, It Will Come Back, Sedated, From Eden, In A Week, To Noise Making (Sing) by Hozier

K, Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby, Firefighter, and Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

i can keep going on but i think these should be enough ....

am not tagging anyone else for the game since idk who to tag, lol. sorry! but if anyone wants to play along, feel free. ^^ (also please tag me because am nosy and i want to know your answers. 👁️👁️)

#tag game #from cxsmicmyeon

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eremiie · 3 years

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could I....could I request perhaps...stoner Levi?? Or maybe stoner h/c for any of the AOT crew

eren & levi stoner headcanons;

i’m gonna double whammy this! enjoy!

stoner levi

hange probably got levi into smoking tbh, especially if they lived together, they’re smoking buddies and she probably grows her own shit or something

i mean this dude was like “???? no” at first but she was like “come oooon, it’ll relax you!” and he was somewhat sold

he only smokes time to time but if he shared a dorm/apartment with hange then he’d smoke almost every time she does

first time he smoked he probably went home and did his research, then proceeded to text hange a whole bunch of questions

he would never spend money on any kind of drugs, he only smokes when hanji invites him to a sesh

he is really good at rolling for some reason, after the first time hange asked him to roll she kept asking him and he would roll his eyes but do it anyways

as a matter of fact he secretly likes rolling cause he’s the one to lick the blunt, not anyone else, and the way hange licks it looks nasty to him so—

he’s a chill ass smoker but it’s funny because he gets more irritated when he’s high, like hange will talk his head off and he’s ready to backhand her, he’ll just stare at her until she shuts up, and he hates when oluo talks while he’s high it irritates him so much more

he doesn’t like hotboxing, first time was probably in a car and he left cause it was so hot and it made him really uncomfy he prefers to smoke outside most of the time anyways

levi only smokes joints, he wouldn’t vape, use a pipe, none of that, maybe edibles once or twice but they never really did much for him. he might try using a hookah but deem it too complicated or some shit, or it tasted weird or something

he looks so good when he smokes though?? like since he already has narrow eyes his eyes are basically closed and when he’s sitting back and just minding his business he just looks so mfkn good

he gets really uncoordinated i feel like? idk why but i feel like he trips over his own feet literally all the time when he’s high

things he has done while high; one time he started crying cause he got overwhelmed and hange took pictures which he forced her to delete the next day and refused to believe he cried in front of her

that was the only time. that never happened again.

another time he started cooking and made like 3 different quick meals which hange taste tested and applauded him for, he doesn’t even know where he got the recipe from and could barely remember making one of those meals but hange remembers and brings it up every 1-3 business days

and another time he deep cleaned the whole entire apartment while muttering nonsense to himself. hange was almost positive he wasn’t high when he did that but they were both faded

stoner eren

eren is an avid smoker, i mean this dude smokes a lot, every time someone asks the answer is yes

he probably got into smoking because he vaped in the school bathroom in high school and thought that shit was cool asf

he never actually got his own vape but always used a friends when he was with them, a terrible era for him and the first time he smoked weed was probably his senior year

he usually smokes with connie, sasha, jean, thats his main circle and it was connie who invited him the first time

occasionally armin will join, i can definitely see armin smoking with them a couple times... he probably ended up smoking with them the first time because he happened to be hanging out with them

eren is surprisingly a very chill smoker too, he’s in his own head and nothing bothers him, he’s at peace. i mean this dude isn’t arguing with anybody, not even jean

he gets so touchy when he’s high— whoever is near him is getting touched, whether it be him holding their arm, laying his head on their lap, putting his arm around their shoulders, or keeping his hand on their leg, he needs to make contact with you

he rolls sloppy as fuck but it gets the job done, they usually leave the rolling to jean because A) he’s great at it and B) one time connie dropped the grinder and weed went everywhere

eren has only paid for weed fully once, and never again. mikasa scolded him for it too, it was a terrible investment in her eyes. he always pitches in when they all plan to smoke though so whoever doesn’t have to pay fully

eren likes edibles and will use them, as well as still hit a vape if someone offers. once eren had sour patch edibles and thought they weren’t doing anything but like 30 minutes later it hit him and hit him so hard

he also gets really uncoordinated while high, i mean this mf will reach for a water bottle and he misses it by 30 feet, he thinks it went through his hand or something

he likes when people play with his hair while high, it feels 10x better and he will actively seek for someone to just brush his hair or run their hands through it. usually armin vouches to do it. once sasha did it while eating chips and eren had crumbs in his hair

he cannot comprehend anything while he’s high. he will “huh?” you to death, i mean words literally scramble in his head and he will stare at you trying his hardest to understand

things he has done while high; he hugged armin for a good thirty minutes and refused to let go. armin was fine with it though because he got to complain to eren about how he felt sad for ants that go into houses to try to find a place to live and end up dying. eren just nodded his head like he understood and told armin he loved his hair every 3 seconds

eren fell asleep for literally like 2 minutes while high and then woke up and went to grab his bag for school. mikasa had to sit him down and reassure him he had no school and it was 11pm

he called his mom, told her he was high then hung up the phone. she yelled at him the next morning and he argued with her trying to tell her he didn’t call her

#eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi aot #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren aot

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poutybinz · 3 years

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the thing u said abt being in bunnyspace w soobin and rutting against each other...i am begging u to expand (not actually if ur uncomfy i just want to hear ur thoughts on it!)

wait wait wait wait WHEN SOOBIN IS IN BUNNYSPACE HIS BREEDING KINK GOES UPPPP!!!! and he can’t even say anything he’s so fucked out he just has to give u babies

IM NOT UNCOMFY AT ALL LETS TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!

soobin in bunspace ... he’s an entirely different man.

because the moment he lays eyes on you all he’s thinking of is “breed breed breed breed”, he can’t control himself. he nearly tackles you to the floor he’s so serious about it and the thing is both of you are in bunspace right

both of you are kind of super out of your mind ridiculously horny anyways and when you practically give yourself to him .... like you sit up on all fours wiggling your ass at him like “i’m all yours, come take me”. whew. he goes positively feral

it’s probably the roughest he’ll ever be with you although he still isn’t sure in his movements. there are times where he stumbles because he’s just not sure which thing he wants to do first. he wants to fuck you, god he wants to fuck you; but he wants to taste you. he wants to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to push his long fingers inside of you and feel your warm walls tighten around them.

there’s a lot of fumbling because sometimes he tries to do two things at once and since his brain is so fried he can’t process shit 😭 there’s definitely a point where he’s trying to push his fingers and his tongue into you at the same time but hey fuck it.

all you know is he’s touching you and everything feels amazing.

when he finally does get his cock in you it’s this insanely heightened feeling of lust between the both of you. like...it’s almost indescribable how good everything feels. he pushes himself so far into you, so deep you can feel him in your stomach, and he’s jackhammering into you with so much force your body’s jolting forward with each thrust.

he’s got enough strength to break a bed in this moment, he’s fucking you into the mattress with a death grip on your hips growling in your ear about how much he loves you. how beautiful you are, how beautiful you’re gonna look stuffed with his cum. soobin isn’t normally super talkative during sex but in this headspace all he can do is ramble on and on about how good he feels. he’s so loud, he’s desperate and whining in your ear. (start fucking back on him and he’ll lose his mind i swear it)

(another thing that would positively make him go crazy: start begging for him to breed you. get dirty with it, tell him thoroughly how badly you want his cum inside you. he’ll kick into a new gear, i promise you.)

as much as he loves you in all fours though fucking you in the mating press ... pushing your legs behind your ears and folding you in half; being able to see your face while he pounds you. he’s all shaky breaths and whimpers with his lips mere inches away from yours. “gonna cum. ‘m gonna...”

#this was a little long winded Hah .....#txt scenarios #txt drabbles #txt imagines #txt timestamps #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt smut #soobin smut #soobin headcanons #soobin imagines #txt hard hours

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queerautism · 2 years

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ok so for disability ask - I've known for a while that I have disabilities such as DID and CPTSD that is disabiling for me, as well as adhd (which i have had funding ready for and paperwork assigned to me to get diagnosed with for a year, and still haven't finished... god, paperwork.......) and autism but I don't count autism as being disabling for me.

but I think I'm also physically disabled and i'm starting to be more honest with myself about it and recognizing? so as far as physical conditions:

dizziness/lightheadedness when standing up after sitting/lying. it's been happening since I was a very young kid. i'm pretty sure its POTS but the one time i tried to tell a doctor when i was a teen she just told me to drink more water. it didn't fix it.

hypermobility in joints, toes and fingers locking in the wrong direction, this has happened for several years, as far back as middle school tbh. also my nose is really squishy and squishes more than cartilage should. i think this is Ehlers Danlos, ive done some reading on it but not enough, i wish i could get in touch with a specialist who actually knows about it.

pain. my back always hurts. like its at about a 2 usually. if i dont focus on it its not all encompassing but i do feel it, especially if im thinking about it. that's just like, regular pain though. i also get hip pain and sometimes my limbs hurt so bad down to the bone and radiating that I wish I could amputate them. its fucking BAD and theres nothing i can do about it, it just lasts for a while, is terrible, takes all my focus, restricts my movement (usually its down through my whole leg and makes it hard to walk), and then it goes away and doesn't happen again for like a month. its varied in intensity through my life but its been around a very long time

also asthma???? i cant really run or anything, i have to have an inhaler or i cant manage it

also i get very dizzy and uncomfortable when i have to stand for long periods (30 minutes, an hour) it becomes all i can think about is how hard it is to keep standing. i try to squat or sit on the floor when i can. i've been wanting to buy a walking stick/cane, i really need one honestly. so long walks or long times standing is really hard on me. its actually wild to me that people can just like stand??? for a while???? like maybe its uncomfy but like its not a big deal???? i have to go lay down for a WHILE after standing that much it sucks

anyway im pretty sure i am physically disabled but im still questioning i guess. and i really need to see a doctor for looking into pots/ehlers danlos but i have no clue how to, or how to get someone good, or anything really. and i want a cane so bad :(( i always lean on the carts when shopping as a mobility aid, i never want to use the little basket because i wont have somewhere to lean. and honestly i think that I am going to use a wheelchair in the future. like part time or full time but i am gonna need a wheelchair eventually. i don't think im gonna get like, less frail. but its super hard for me to convince myself that its ok for me to get a wheelchair, but when the time comes im gonna have to do whats right for me without stigmatizing it. nobody loses anything from my use of a wheelchair. just gonna feel structural ableism in city and building design really acutely.

You are physically disabled like for real buddy but also?? Please try out a rollator if you can. Highly highly recommend if you're doing stuff like leaning on shopping carts and find standing difficult, they are absolutely amazing. I can just sit whenever!

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v3nusaphr0d1t3 · 3 years

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hey emo boy

crossposted on ao3: <3 rating: explicit content warning: shameless porn, phone sex and calling someone while screwing (all parties consent tho it isnt explicitly stated so if ur uncomfy with that) reader is plowing keigo and decides to give dabi a call // amab reader but gender neutral

in the middle of blowing keigo’s mind AND his back out, you had an amazing idea.

you temporarily pulled out, garnering a whine from keigo as you leaned off the bed, searching for your phone in your pocket, coming back to the bed to find keigo turned around and watching you.

“what the hell are you doin’?” he pants, only having gained a bit of his breath back. you grab his thighs and drag him back down the bed, spreading his legs with hunger in your eyes as you line back up with his hole, pushing in without warning and thrusting up into him without hesitation, punching a moan from him that sounded near painful. you set a leisurely pace, rolling your hips flush against his ass as you picked your phone up, scrolling with one hand to dabi’s most recent burner phone number. you hit the call button, setting it on speaker and throwing it near keigo’s shoulder, close enough to hear his breathy whimpers but still hear you as well.

“who—” keigo tried to ask, but was cut off by a particularly hard thrust, and before he could continue, you leaned down to spew pure filth in his ear as you gave him the idea.

“m’gonna call our man, and i’m gonna let him hear you all whiny and irresistible while he can’t do shit about it. and he’s gonna come running home to have you too, and you’re g’na take it like the good little bitch you are, got it, angel?” your tone was deep, gravelly and deadly. he simply nodded, afraid his words would betray him.

just as you were about to urge him to use his words, you heard the line pick up. you turned your head in the direction of the phone as you leaned back and started to fuck into him with a bit more fervor.

“hey, emo boy. how’s work?” you asked casually, not yet alerting him to your nefarious activities. you’d let him figure it out on his own. keigo covered his mouth with his hands.

“i told you to quit callin’ me that, asshole,” he started off with, voice fond rather than acidic like you would have thought earlier on in your relationship, “but s’not that bad, though the creep is particularly annoying today.”

you pulled keigo’s legs up onto your shoulders, using it to drill deeper into that one place that made him throw his head back as his hands fell to lay beside his head, a loud gasp filling the air. you were muffling any groans of your own with pretty impressive success, considering how fucking tight keigo was. you were panting as you both broke a sweat. dabi didn’t stop, still not yet caught on to what was happening.

“how’s your day— wait. what the fuck is goin’ on over there?”

there it was. you laughed, and keigo moaned as your laughing caused you to jerk.

“are you two fuckin’?” dabi sounded more interested than appalled.

“yeah, he’s all subby like he gets when you talk down to him,” you explained, hitting that little spot inside him that made him keen, a sound that caused something to rustle on the other side of the call.

“shit, without me? damn, i’m not missin’ that. keep him on the edge.” you could practically hear dabi’s grin.

#bnha hawks #bnha dabi #Dabi #dabi x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #dabihawks #polyamory yall its lovely

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skzshortcake · 3 years

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Hey I've been having really bad panic attacks latley so could you have han from stray kids comfort a stay when she has a really bad panic attack on front of him please??

I assume you want a reaction, and I write reactions for all members at once. i’d love to write a scenario for just jisung later when I open blurb requests though! but for now i’ll write all of their reactions. I wanted this to be a bit more than “helping someone breathe”, because that feels like it’s a given, so I tried to be creative with this. and it’s no worries babie! i’ll base most of this off of my personal experiences, so I hope this is good enough, cupcake!

member(s): all

genre: comfort, angst

warnings: panic attacks, comfort for panic attacks, hyperventilating, crying. please don’t read this if it will upset you.

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chan

he knows he has to keep calm

so he guides you to a more secluded space

he sits down a little bit away from you and asks you where things feel uncomfortable so he can take off your jacket or shoes

he takes out his own waterbottle and gives it to you when you’ve calmed down a bit more

but he stays there the whole time with you

his first priority is you, so as soon as you’re uncomfy then all other worries go out the window

he gives you such a sweet smile and tells you he’s so proud of you for making it through

“love, it will all be okay soon... just stay here with me.”

minho

he gets a little anxious too because he’s not too good at using soft words, but he really does his best

he’s so attentive, and notices how you react to things so he can make a mental note of what not to do and what to steer you away from

minho sits down with you wherever you need

and he will hold you for as long as you want, or sit far enough away so you know he’s still there but not completely gone

if he sits far away from you he lets you know he’s there by softly whispering about how you’re doing so well and he asks you questions about the things you can physically feel to ground you

“tell me, kitten, what do you feel?” he asks you while pulling your hands into his sweatshirt pockets

changbin

he gets more protective than anything

if it were to happen in public he practically shoves his way through anything and everything to get you some fresh air

he holds both of your hands in his, and he doesn’t complain when you grip his arms too tightly because you’re scared

he lets you hold onto him for as long as you need

he brushes your tears away when you’re crying and tells you where you are when he notices you looking around

changbin helps you follow his breathing and smiles when you’re able to breathe slowly

he would even carry you back home if you needed

“hey, pumpkin. you’re outside by the dock, do you remember? I know things are scary right now, but i’ll protect you.”

hyunjin

he gets really scared for you too

but if you want him to hold you, he will pull you in close to him and push your ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat

he brushes your hair for you and whispers calming things to you

sings for you even, he’d do anything

hyunjin just gets a little nervous when he sees you like that because he knows there’s really nothing he can do to fix it

if you have medicine he practically sprints and trips over his own legs trying to get it and some water for you

he wouldn’t leave you like that for anything

so he stays with you the whole time and gently brushes your tears away

“my sweet angel, drink some water, okay? you’re doing so well.”

jisung

jisung probably asks beforehand what he can do to help you. boy has a list of things to do for you and notes he keeps

he reads your body language well to tell if you want to be held or not

if you want to be held he will pull you into his lap and look into your eyes while telling you how much he loves you and how you’re doing so well

he has a firm grip on your hands to try and ground you

and he won’t let go unless you want him to

if you don’t want to be held he will sit a bit away from you and remind you how he’s always there for you and how it will pass soon

he stops you from scratching at your arms as soon as he sees it start

and he is just so attentive and gentle with you all throughout it. when it starts to pass, he is very relieved

“cupcake, you’re doing so well. this will pass soon, it will pass.”

felix

felix is such a perfect angel, he knows how to handle this

he tells you that he loves you so much, he tells you where you are, he asks you if you need help getting comfortable

he sits next to you and holds your hand, rubbing the back of your hand even when you squeeze his hand too hard because you’re scared

if things are too loud he places his hands over your ears

he wants you to know that he’s always always there for you, and that things like this are normal

if it happens in public, he makes sure you’re looking at him and him only

he’s even got a snack and water box for you with a blanket for when it’s over. he swaddles you up like a baby and lets you rest while he watches over you

“look at me, prince(ss), it’s just me and you here.”

seungmin

he also has a prepared list and asked beforehand

he lays you down next to him so you can breathe better and he knows that he has to distract you

he whispers to you about anything and everything

when you start to scratch at your hands or arms, he holds them in his own hands and kisses the back of them

he gets really scared when he sees you so distressed

he will wrap you up in a blanket, dim the lights lower so they don’t hurt your eyes, hold the waterbottle for you while you sip, sing for you while he holds you, gentle hands running up and down your back

if you’re standing up he will kneel in front of you and look back up at you because he knows he can be a little intimidating when he stands at his full height

“I know... I know, sweetie. it’s gonna be over soon. i’m so proud of you.”

jeongin

he is also very nervous, and slightly clueless

he tries to think about how he would want to be treated if he had a panic attack, so he decides that he’s going to be really gentle with you

he makes sure to get you any water or medicine you might need

he pulls you into his lap and lets you lean your back up against him

he repeats some of the same phrases about how you’re doing so well and he tells you where you are and that he loves you no matter what

he wipes your tears, and even puts on your favorite comedian when you calm down

he lets you lay on him however you want because he just wants you to be okay

“there, there you go. you’re doing amazing, baby. so well...”

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pfft-yikes · 3 years

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I can't find the anon button so i volunteer as tribute-- top shino vs. bottom shino? Shino trying kinks with s/o? thank you monarch, mighty delicious bones.

I’m back with a request that has been sitting in my drafts for quite sometime now! Sorry about that @boneeating--baastard ;;

Anyways, this will be pretty long: I hope the length helps makes up for my horrendous post gappage ^^;;

*tw!*

- if harder kinks/BDSM aren’t your thing or make you uncomfy, I would skip this particular prompt. Enjoy!

Top!Shino - NSFW

Shino is very quiet mostly because he gets interrupted or ignored all the fucking time, so it made you wonder if things would be like a silent in the streets freaky in the sheets sort of thing

It’s definitely that and then some ♪

When you first started dating, obviously he wasn't gonna flat out go "Sweetheart, I need you to understand that I'm kinky husband material and will make you beg for me to touch you"

In fact, saying such a sentence would be quite embarrassing

He didn't want to push that on you though, or scare you with kinks he likes or wanted to try

However, this changed one night

You were staying over at his place during his off day; you'd already slept together before so it wasn't a big deal or anything

One thing led to another and next thing you know, you're both going at it

Something seemed different though, with both of you. Maybe you never noticed it before, but

..was Shino holding back.?

I mean to be quite honest, you’d gladly do it whenever Shino wanted to, however he wanted to

Y-You just never openly said this

And another thing; you're way too turned on right now, more than usual

Oh n o

✨ Ovulation ✨

You've never done it when you were ovulating!! You really didn't want your inner sluttiness to come out, Jesus ChriST-

..B-But..I want more..

You tried your best to hold back, but all of a sudden you find yourself staring Shino in the eye, wriggling around

"S-Shino.."

"..D-Do me more..Fuck me so hard that my pussy memorizes your shape..p-please?"

??!

"..I won't hold back anymore, then."

All of a sudden he slams himself into you, sending jolts down your spine

You can't help but turn into a moaning mess in front of him, scrambling to grab whatever you could on the bed

He grabs your small wrists with one of his big hands and pins them above your head

He lifts one of your legs up and places it on his shoulder, pushing himself deeper inside you

"..Tell me what you want. I know you have ideas in that cute head of yours."

"P-Pull my hair..c-choke me.. I'll do anything you want..I want more.."

He stares at you and caresses your face, running his thumb over your cheek, then your lip

"Is that really what you want?"

You lick his thumb and look up at him;

"Yes, sir."

Shino.exe has stopped working

He moves his hand to your neck, careful to lightly squeeze your arteries and not your throat

He feels your pussy throb and squeeze him harder, making him groan

"You're so eager. Cute."

He flips you over and pins your arms behind your back with one hand while grabbing your hair with the other

"Arch your back for me, sweetheart. I want you to feel everything."

He pounds you deep, making your legs shake

You had to have came at least 4 times now

Shino starts groaning more, and you feel his dick twitch inside you

"P-Please cum inside me..I want it so bad.."

"You really want me to take the condom off and do that? What an interesting request."

"I'm on birth control.. Please..?"

"Please what?"

"P-Please, sir?"

"How naughty."

He kisses your back while he slips himself back into you, raw this time

"Mm, fuck.."

He feels amazing inside; his dick is so warm.. Why didn't you get on birth control sooner?

His thrusts get faster and harder, putting you over the edge once more

He cums inside you, filling your hole up until it spills out

You thought that was it, that it was satisfying enough to stop

But you both sensed it wasn’t.

All of a sudden Shino picks you up off the bed and slams his hands on top of yours against the wall

Without missing a beat, he slowly pushes himself into you while licking your ear

“Let’s see how well your birth control works, darling. Keep your hands on the wall.”

Shino firmly plants one hand on the small of your back and gently reached around and placed his other hand’s fingers in your mouth

He starts picking up the pace, going deeper and deeper

Your head feels so light; it feels so good it’s dizzying

Shino notices how shaky your legs are and mentally captures this moment, chuckling a bit to himself

He turns you around to face him, and lifts you up, tucking his arms under your knees

He kisses you so deeply that the kiss itself could make you cum at any moment

You wrap your arms around him as he slams you down onto his dick, both of you getting close

Shino groans in your ear, pushing you to the edge

He feels your walls convulsing, and releases more hot liquid deep inside you

He carries you to the bed: you lay there shaking, while he holds you and plants small kisses on your hands

"Shino?"

Oh god she hated it

"..Hm?"

"..C-Can we try bondage next time? I-I have other ideas too, i-if you want to try them.."

Heart eyes for yOoOoOuU-

"Of course. Let's help you to the shower for now."

Bottom!Shino - NSFW

You two have been getting more comfortable with each other, both in bed and in general ever since you guys stopped holding back

There’s been a lot of experimenting throughout the last few months, just as promised

In fact, Shino probably knows you better than yourself in some ways now

You learned a lot about him as well in the process too; however

It’s still a bit difficult to read him, he’s very good at keeping a poker face;;

There is..s-something you could try, if he’s okay with it of course..

E-Even if it’s embarrassing for you, it’s for a good cause!! Understanding how to read your significant other is important for a healthy relationship!

The weekend rolls around, and you mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to do on your way to his place

Shino opens the door before you even knock

“Oh, hello Shino! Did I make you wait too long?”

“Of course not, I just knew you would be here soon because of my bugs. Come in.”*

*This is a half truth; in actuality he was simply really excited to see you after that bullshit mission with Naruto and Kiba and couldn’t sit still

You go inside, give Shino a hug and quick peck on the cheek, and say hello to his contained bugs

They were really happy to see you

You spent the afternoon chatting about what’s new, and listening to him vent about being stuck with the two idiots again during his last mission

After helping him in the kitchen with dinner, you decide that now is as good a time as any to prep for spending the night

“Shino, I’m going to go take a quick shower, okay?”

“Sure, I’ll be checking on my beetles.”

...She was acting fidgety when she was grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser.*

Yes, you have your own drawer of clothes at his house uwu*

He glances towards the drawer in question

But..I don’t want to mess with her things. Hm...

The water just stopped, so I’ll just wait until she comes back.

While Shino contemplated why you were acting sus as fuck in the bedroom, you were trying to calm down before you finished drying your hair

Feeling a bit nervous, you walk out of the bathroom sporting a simple oversized t-shirt and some baggy shorts

Shino looks at you, and gives you a kiss on the back of your hand when you sit down on the bed next to him

Oh thank God, he doesn’t suspect anything

“You seem anxious.”

So that was a fucking lie-

“I-I’m not really-..I-I mean, it’s just that-”

...

“I was wondering if..m-maybe we could- you know..d-do it.?”

“..? Of course we can. I wouldn’t refuse.”

Shino gently lifted your chin and gave you a simple kiss, slowly deepening it

You could feel yourself getting dizzy, but remembering what you had planned brought you back to your senses

You gently lean on top of him, pushing him back onto the bed

You look at him, and nervously say

“C-Can..can we try something different.? I kind of want it to be a surprise, so.. I-I guess what I mean to say is, d-do you trust me?”

Shino gives you a small smile and nods

“Of course.”

“O-Okay then; please, t-tell me if anything is uncomfortable, or if you want to stop, alright?”

“Mhm.”

With that, you grab his hands and start kissing him once more, slowly moving his hands above his head

You take his shirt off, and right after his arms get free from his clothes-

-you proceed to tie his hands together with a pre-knotted silk.

“...So..This is why you’ve been anxious.”

“W-Well, that’s..part of it..

What does she mean “part” of it?

You take your baggy clothes off, revealing black lingerie you hid in your bag, then straddle your tied up partner

“Oh. I..didn’t expect that.”

Drats, he’s still composed as hell! Time to start kicking things up a notch

Shino was not, in fact, composed at all

At least not internally; his heart couldn’t handle this sort of pleasant view

He didn’t think you would take this sort of initiative

You proceeded to leave hickeys all over his neck and chest; he’s always so covered up that it’s not like anyone besides you would see them anyways

You kissed your way down his stomach, and felt how hard he was

You pull down his pants and eagerly caress his dick, planting a small kiss on the head

Looking up at him, you drag your tongue up his shaft and swirl it around the head, slowly taking it in your mouth and sucking

She did not just do that-

While I’m tied up.

You noticed how he seemed to want to buck his hips the deeper you took him in your mouth

You looked up and noticed him turning a light shade of pink

You wondered if you could..

All of a sudden, Shino flinches

!? Did she just..s-start deepthroating me.?

He couldn’t help it; Shino brought his tied hands down and grabbed your head, thrusting his hips against your mouth

You heard his breathing get shaky, and all of a sudden you felt his hot load in the back of your throat

“! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Shino looks down to see his girlfriend with tears streaming down her face, staring at him while she swallows what’s left of his cum

“Y-You..”

“Hey, Shino..”

You crawl on top of him, rubbing your pussy on his dick

“..Cum for me more..”

Oh my god, she’s completely turned on. It’s like she’s a totally different person..

You lean back and slip him inside you

You let out a moan, and you feel him throb inside you

Oh..he must like hearing me moan

You started to slowly pump yourself up and down

He started thrusting himself into you, wanting to pick up speed

..but you kind of felt like being a brat ✨

You stopped, then started grinding, swiveling your pelvis in circles

He seemed..irritated?

“So, you decided to tease me..”

All of a sudden you feel yourself fall backwards, and find Shino hunched over on top of you

Looking at the silk around his hands, he seems to have wanted to pry himself free a few times..it’s kind of..c-cute..

He kisses your neck, nipping you here and there out of frustration for not being able to grab you

You turn yourself around, pushing your ass against him in this huddled doggy position you both found yourself in

You can feel how warm he is, and notice how much his dick is twitching; you’re more than positive he wants to stick it back in

You slowly push yourself back onto his dick, mewling at the sensation

You can hear Shino release his breath above you, as if he was holding it

Noticing that his hands are right in front of your face, you grab the silk-

And pull his weight forward while you thrust your hips back

“Hn..! W-What..”

Did he just kinda moan??? ✨

You start quickening your pace, causing the man looming over your body to swell inside you

You slow down, and crawl out from under him, leaving his dick agitated

“Leaning over for so long probably isn’t very comfortable when you’re restrained like that, right?”

Shino sits up, a bit confused about what the fuck you’re talking about; He honestly wasn’t even thinking about it because of how good you felt

“I..suppose.”

You crawl over to him and wiggle yourself between his arms, straddling his lap

“This is better, don’t you think? Now I can kiss you all I want!”

“..marriage..”

“Hm? Did you say something Shino?”

“No. This is nice; I get to look at your cute facial expressions while you’re in my arms. I like it.”

..h-he still finds ways to embarrass me even in these situations;;

Shino chuckles to himself, seeing you turn a bit red

He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, progressively making it heavier and hotter

Without even realizing it, you find yourselves grinding on each other, you both getting slicker the longer it goes

You finally lift yourself up, and push yourself onto his throbbing dick

You both pant out of relief, and ease yourselves into a steady pace

You don’t even care about the fact that he’s thrusting himself into you, that you aren’t in as much control anymore

You both just really need to feel each other

“I can’t..resist anymore..Sorry, sweetheart.”

You feel Shino grab hold of your hips; you forgot that the silk hardly made an impact on your size differences

Then without warning, he slams himself deep into you, causing you to dig your nails into his back

You can’t help but cling onto him, grabbing a fist full of his hair

Shino groans into your neck, sucking and biting your skin

He feels you cum, your legs shaking

The sensation of your walls squeezing his dick is too much; his cum is so hot it feels like you’re melting on the inside

He came so much that it’s practically dripping out of you

You untie his hands, and he instantly holds you close to him.

“I’m surprised.”

“About?”

“You taking this sort of initiative. I didn’t expect it.”

“But you found out I was up to something before I even did anything, silly.”

“I didn’t know you’d do this though. But it was cute. I like seeing another side of you.”

With that, you both goof off and cuddle for a while; bath time can wait just a bit longer

I hope you guys enjoyed it! I might put up a poll to see which character out of my requests to do next, I don’t want to put out too many of the same character at once;;

Until next time! ✨

#headcanon #headcanons #x reader #shino aburame headcanons #shino aburame headcanon #shino headcanon #shino headcanons #shino x reader #shino aburame x reader #shino aburame #shino

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sageinacage · 3 years

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10 with ler!dream and lee!reader?

300 follower event post here!

pairing: reader + dream (platonic or romantic)

10. “You want me to tickle you that bad?”

(cw: THIS IS A READER FIC!! DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFY WITH THAT!!)

“Dream. DREAM.” You poked his head once more, standing behind his office chair as he worked on thumbnails for his videos. He only hummed out a response, his eyes glued to his computer screen and fingers clicking away at his keyboard.

You grumbled, back and crossing your arms. Dream fought a smirk that wanted to pull at his lips, continuing to work on his stuff. “Are you even present?” You sighed, poking his side to try to gather his undivided attention.

“EH- huh?” Dream jumped, clamping his arms down and glaring at you. “You’re finally gonna talk to me?” You beamed, continuing to wiggle your fingers into his side. “Stahahap! I swehehear!” He chuckled, turning around to bat your hands.

“Hmm, nope.” Your fingers slipped out from his arms, moving to his belly to scribble your fingers over his hoodie. “NOHOhohaha, Y/N!” Dream wheezed through his soft laughter, gently batting at your hands. “Alright, you little baby.” You snickered, getting up to cause more havoc somewhere else.

“Oh no, you get back here now!” Dream grinned, running after you and scooping you up in his arms. “I AIN’T DO SHIT!” You yelled kicking your legs, whining as you tried to push at his chest to free yourself. “C’mon, there has to be a reason you’ve been provoking me for the past 30 minutes, yeah?” He insisted, looking down at you.

“Cry about it.” You jested, covering your mouth as your giggles began to pour out. “Continuing to provoke, Y/N! You just aren’t slick!” Dream laughed, shaking his head. “I’m just being super funny, you’re just mad!” You continued the provoking gestures until you were interrupted by a quick squeeze of your side, still trapped in the man’s arms.

“You want me to tickle you that bad?”

You grumbled, a red hue growing on your cheeks as you looked away bashfully, fighting a growing smile. “Ahhh, so you do want tickles! You could’ve just asked, you big baby.” Dream joked, a fond smile painting his features as he sat down on his chair again, laying you in his lap.

“But I don-hahHAH-” You were quickly interrupted by your laughs as mischievous fingers skittered against your ribs, teasing the skin by tracing his nails in soft circles. “Oh but Y/N, I know you do!” He devilishly grinned, chuckling evilly as he knew how bad soft tickles, well, tickled.

“YOHOU SUhuhuhuck!” You protested, pushing his hands away from you, but only to be met with him shoving his hands under your shirt and scribbling his nails over your tummy. “I’m sure I do, tickle bug!” Dream wheezed softly, smiling down at you and cooing at your adorable laughs and giggles.

“I’m noHAHAHA- DREHEEEAM!” You squealed as fingers vibrated into your belly, his other hand massaging your upper ribs. The sensations together were almost unbearable, Dream’s small cooing noises making it so much worse.

“Awww, who knew you were so ticklish? I don’t think I’ll ever stop, how about that, squeaky?” He smirked, tittering to himself at your flustered squeak, further proving his point that the nickname suited you. “PLEHEHEHEASE!” You pleaded, trying to curl up to avoid the sensations any longer.

“Alright, alright. Only because you asked nicely, though.” Dream smiled, lifting you so he can properly hug you. “You better let me know whenever you want tickles though, I won’t ever get tired of your cute reactions!” He nuzzled into the side of your neck, as you chuckled softly and shook your head.

“I’ll gehenuinely fihight you…”

“Sure you will, squeaky.”

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!reader #ler!dream #my writing #300 follower event

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diaphragmjellyfish · 3 years

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Miguel Diaz fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Miguel loves your smile. He’s a funny guy and he thinks your smile lights up a room so he makes it his mission to make you laugh as much as possible. If you have some crooked teeth, he thinks it’s adorable. Also, looking at your smile makes him think about your lips which just makes him want to kiss you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes, after he gets a stable job. He would love kids but he doesn’t want to be like his dad and end up abandoning his family so he would make extra sure he could support the child and you and makes a conscious effort to be there for his family no matter what. Asking about their day, being involved in their sports/clubs/hobbies, making snacks when they have friends over. He just wants to be the Cool Dad ™ and would probably try to teach them karate before they could even sit up.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He loves to have you sit between his legs and lean back against his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and make sure you’re always safe and warm. It’s the perfect position for movies, video games, deep conversations, baths. He will also often come up behind you at a party and hold you like this if someone is hitting on you or if you look uncomfortable or bored. He can whisper little jokes in your ear or kiss you on the cheek.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He loves fun dates. You both have always found fancy dinner dates really awkward. He likes something where you guys can move around, do activities, and just let loose. The go-to’s are usually mini golf, the arcade, the zoo, or just a nice picnic in the park. He often gets you little gifts before dates, though, like flowers, a stuffed animal, or a cool rock he found. His Yaya taught him never to show up for a date empty handed. And he’s a total gentleman, never making you uncomfortable or rushing things. Miguel keeps his hands to himself unless instructed otherwise.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my sunshine. As cheesy as it is, Miguel sees you as the shining light in his life. You make everything better, whether that’s an injury, a bad day at school, or losing a fight at training. He knows he can always go to you and be distracted by your beautiful smile.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Miguel first knew he was in love with you when you met his family for the first time. They invited you over for dinner one night and he told you his Yaya didn’t speak much english, so you asked him to teach you some spanish so you could talk with her. It wasn’t perfect, you made lots of grammar mistakes and really only said a couple sentences to her, but the effort you made combined with the smile on Yaya’s face made him fall absolutely head-over-heels.

If you already speak spanish, it would be seeing you talk with his Yaya and joke around with her over dinner.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The most gentle boy on the face of the Earth. Like I said earlier, Miguel keeps his hands to himself unless you tell him otherwise. The first time you guys kiss, he barely moves a muscle. You had to grab his hands and put them on your waist. Even now, when he’s teaching you karate, he refuses to hit or grab you, so you honestly don’t really learn anything lol and if you’re sick or sleeping, he’s like a feather, so scared to disturb you. It’s like touching a kitten honestly

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

All. The. Time. He’s not too big on PDA, except for hand-holding. This is how he lets everyone know you’re taken without seeming possessive or gross. Miguel will grab your hand at the mall, at school, while y’all are cuddling, at the beach, literally whenever you’re in arm’s reach from him, he’s holding your hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Miguel’s first impression of you is that you’re this bright ray of sunshine. He’s drawn to you like a magnet. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh! And when he finally works up the nerve to say hi (Strike first!) he thinks his heart might actually melt. When you actually laugh at the joke he makes and hold out your hand to introduce yourself, he turns bright red and can barely speak omfg this poor boy. But luckily you think it’s sweet and keep talking to him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He did at first, we’ve all seen how he acts with Sam and Robby, but you lay down the law. You have to tell him that it’s not cool, it makes people uncomfy, and then he finally starts to work on it. Now he’s better. He still feels jealous sometimes, but he trusts you and can control himself a bit more.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So your first kiss. You were giving him The Look for like 10 minutes straight and he never made a move. He just stared at you. So you had to be the first one to actually lean in, but once you did, he met you halfway. His kisses match his personality. Sweet, gentle, and goofy, but with a more dominant, aggressive side if you know how to bring it out ;)

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He did. After you had dinner with his family and he realized he loved you, he told you almost immediately. This boy just wears his heart on his sleeve. He was walking you home and when you got to your house and turned around to kiss him goodnight, he had a funny look on his face. When you asked him what was wrong he kind of went ILOVEYOU! Really fast and you had to make him say it again slower because you thought he had a stroke or smth lmaooo but once he took a deep breath and said it more clearly, you jumped on him and kissed his whole face and said it back a hundred times.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When he first introduced you to Sensei Lawrence. He thought Sensei was gonna be super mean and make fun of you, but turns out you guys had a lot in common. You loved 80’s rock music, and responded to his sass with even more sass. Johnny almost couldn’t believe Miguel was able to get such a cool babe. You guys all had lunch after taking a tour of the dojo, and it was a super fun day! You all drove around in Johnny’s car with the windows down listening to Guns ‘n Roses.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Miguel spoils you in his own little way. His family isn’t as fortunate as others, but he still finds ways to make you feel special. Instead of a diamond necklace, he gives you a cool rock he found outside and cleaned up. Instead of taking you to expensive restaurants, he spends all day cooking with Yaya to make a nice picnic for you guys to have on the beach. And he saves up to buy you nice gifts for your birthday or anniversary.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Rose gold. You’re so beautiful to him and have this natural charm that everyone falls for. You’re so radiant and yet soft and unique. He just love love loves you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweety, sweetheart, baby, gorgeous, and Princess during more intimate moments.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

80’s rock music. He learns to love it through Sensei Lawrence. He even saves up to buy a record player so he can feel more connected to the past.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Build blanket forts, cuddle, bake cookies, he might even let you put makeup on him if you ask nice.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Humor. He loves cracking jokes and lightening the mood. If you’re ever feeling down you know you can go to him and he will turn that frown upside down in mere minutes. Honestly even just being in his presence makes you happier. He cheers himself up by working out, taking some alone time to get his feelings out, and then going out with some friends or with you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Umm, karate! Duh lol the boy is obsessed with it. Also superhero movies, video games, his day, he’s honestly kind of a rambler. He can talk about anything and everything if he’s nervous enough. Let’s not forget the gas station scene in season 1…

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You, dark rooms, white noise, puppies, linen scented candles, his mom’s cooking.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His new muscles. Ever since joining Cobra Kai, he’s gotten pretty ripped and now it’s a struggle to get him to keep his shirt on. He worked hard for that body, he wants people to see how good he looks!

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

After college, he takes you on a hike up to this ridge overlooking a lake. It’s fall, the leaves are changing colors, and there’s no one around. You guys have been holding hands the whole time, but his hand is super sweaty even though it’s like 50 degrees out. You guys finally get to the top of the ridge and he grabs both your hands and tells you all the things he loves about you. This boy basically recites your whole love story, and as soon as he sticks his hand in his pocket you know what’s going on. He barely even got the box out of his pocket before you were jumping on him screaming Yes! You guys fell to the ground and he stopped you so he could officially get the words out. You were both crying, it was very beautiful.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

More Than Words by Extreme. You guys dance to this at your wedding.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Absolutely. Y’all marry pretty young, like right out of college. He knew you were gonna get married on the first date.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Iguana. He thinks they’re like little dinosaurs! He would name it Wade because we know he loves Deadpool.

#cobra kai #miguel diaz #hawk #robby keene #sam larusso #fluff #miguel x reader #karate kid

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incoherentbabblings · 3 years

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Can you please write a fic with fluffy, 67, and Timsteph (rebirth era)? Thanks!

God I know I'm like the one of three Tim stans who's like genuinely gungho for this era but BOY. Okay full disclosure for this one I think I wanna go back one day and expand on this. A lot. The road trip after Detective Comics but before YJ is just too intriguing of a space not to fill.

I got carried away. Essentially. Again.

So thank you anon! You've unleashed something terrible! Good job. I'll try and get the last ones done tomorrow, but there may be a small delay!!

Birthday Ask Game!

67. “I’m right where I belong.”

They’d been driving for a few days now. Stephanie didn’t travel outside of Gotham much, so these open highways, endless horizons with nothing to see or call out, was fascinating to her. Tim liked to drive, so she let him. It seemed that the moment they left Gotham the skies cleared, the sun shone, and the wind was warm. She’d open the truck window, rest her chin on her arm, shut her eyes, and enjoy the breeze blowing her around her face. There was some terrible country music playing the radio, but it suited the mood. The sun was beginning to set, the summer sky lighting up a brilliant fiery orange. Everything felt warm.

She could practically hear Tim grinning next to her, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear stick. The truck was old, beat up but reliable. Arguably one of the best gifts Bruce had ever given him.

He wanted to hold Stephanie’s hand.

He wasn’t sure she’d allow it. Yes, she’d affirmed that she loved him, saving him from Ulysses and Brother Eye in the process. Yes, she’d said she wanted to explore the world with him.

But that didn’t mean she wanted to hold his hand.

They were broken up still. On a break. Tim hadn’t really consented to taking a break, but he respected her too much. Besides, if she’d wanted to hold his hand, she would have reached for it by now. An invisible wall was there, separating her seat from his. Every time they’d stopped for the night at some dodgy motel, they asked for two beds. One time there was only one. Tim had made do on the sofa, shattered from a day of driving. Stephanie had chewed her lip, but ultimately not fought him on it.

Tim didn’t know where to start, how to bring it up.

What were they to each other now?

“Where are we?” Stephanie asked, eyes opening so she could rummage through the dash for her phone. “Hour three hundred and ninety-six of the incredible journey…”

“Is it really?”

“Nah.” Snorting, she quickly checked maps, then whistled to herself. “We’re a long way from Gotham now.”

“Loads to go still.”

She lolled her head round, smiling sleepily. “You’re something else, Tim Drake.”

He grinned, mouth crooked. “I like driving. Especially on open roads like this. Can almost shut your brain off. For me, at least.”

“Hmm. Well, do you wanna stop soon? There must be a place eventually.”

Tim nodded, but, to his slight dismay, over the next three hours nothing suitable turned up. A rest stop with a block of toilets was the best they could do. It was pushing midnight, and with Stephanie falling asleep in the passenger seat, swapping seats was not an option.

Sighing, Tim pulled off to rest, then shook Stephanie.

“You go in the backseat. I’ll go out on the trunk bed.”

She looked very offended at the idea, but unable to come up with a better solution herself. Instead, she weakly asked, “You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s summer. Roasty toasty still.” He paused, looking a little nervous despite himself. “We have blankets, right?”

“We do,” she murmured, turning around and rummaging through carboard boxes on the floor.

“Cool. Gonna go pee.”

“Nice,” she snarked. “Well, I’ll do my best to set you up somewhat decently. I don’t think it’ll rain.”

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she began to tug out pillows and blankets, determined to set something up for Tim that was somewhat inhabitable for the night.

He returned to find her outside, literally throwing in the towel.

“Uh-uh. No way you can sleep out like this. You’ll break your back and die from exposure.”

He gripped the lip of the truck, watching her refold the knitted blankets into neat piles. He had to admit, she had a point. She rubbed her nose, sniffing through the dust kicked up by their movements. Leggings and a woolly sweater, that was all she had on. He was not much better, but at least he had his body warmer.

Stephanie shut her eyes “Listen. How about you rest up front. I’ll nap in the back, then when I wake up, I’ll drive us to somewhere where we can both get some proper shut eyes.”

Tim sighed, then nodded. “Okay. You’ll be alright in the back though?”

“Course!” she chirped, moving around the truck bed. Tim followed her, as when she gripped and tugged on the door handle. It wouldn’t budge. Laughing uncomfortably, she pulled again. And again. And again. The motion became frantic, her whole body moving as she tried desperately to get the back door open. “Oh, come on you dumb piece of – Oh!”

She ripped the door open, jamming her pointy elbow straight into Tim’s gut. He cried out, Stephanie mirroring the cry of pain in shock as she whirled around, immediately grabbing him and pulled him upright. “I’m so sorry! Sweetie, are you okay?”

She trailed off, catching herself off guard.

Tim, meanwhile, leapt on it. “Sweetie? Still?”

“I…”

The pair stared at each other. Tim expected a difficult conversation – establishing boundaries, talking about what he had done, what she had gone through, laying trauma to rest.

Instead, she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in close, swallowing up his confused but joyful exclamation.

“What?” he managed to spit out in between licking her lips.

“Got tired of waiting…” she muttered. Her hand was gripping and twisting his shirt tight. Tim shuffled, pushing them back into the truck, and Stephanie hopping up onto the seat, Tim crawling in after her. Despite the cramped space, it did not take long for her to end up on his lap, blatantly feeling his chest up.

She sighed as they broke apart, kissing whatever skin Tim would allow her access to.

“I didn’t know…” Tim panted into her mouth, hot and heavy, trying to clumsily get her sweater off. “If you were okay with – we’d been through – and then”—

She shushed him, a golden smile on her mouth.

“I’m right where I belong. In this beat up monster of a truck. Right here.”

Tim blushed, thankful for the pitch-black night. “In the middle of nowhere?”

“Sure,” she replied easily. “With you. Always.”

He grinned back, chest light and warm. When he kissed her again, he found he could not agree more with her statement.

This moment, surrounded by cardboard boxes, his jeans pulled down past his ass, Stephanie’s sweater hanging loosely around her neck, head smacking against the roof of the truck, at risk from some patrol officer catching them off guard, with uncomfy cracked leather making him chafe… This moment was perfect.

#dc #timsteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #my fic tag

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 04

Chapter 4: Cigarette Confetti

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Summary- Y/N and Namjoon get closer as their relationship develops. Also, Y/N suddenly gets too many instagram followers

word count- 8.6k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances, discussion of mindset post unwanted advances, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m. receiving), hickeys

a.n- okay so this chapter is finally done! Thank you for your patience!! It took me a long time to write the scene with Mr Li because I had to pull from my own experience and that was uncomfy - but I hope you like it. Also, there’s a time skip so keep an eye out for that. Also also, can I just say I love writing this character of Namjoon lol this character is my ideal boyfriend material LMFAO.

Hey Alexa, can you fall in love with your own fictional character? Asking for a friend. Thanks.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut, @rjsmochii, @jinjccns, @joyful-jimin

Good morning, Y/N. Today you have four appointments on your calendar. Your first three appointments are as follows. At 7:30am, you have “Morning stand up with Harry (Cancelled)”, at 12:00pm, you have “Jiyoung Gala Update Lunch”, at 2:00pm, you have “Quarterly Sales Meeting”. The weather in Seoul today is 24 degrees and cloudy. Playing BTS on Spotify.

Namjoon wakes up with a start, Jimin’s airy vocals flowing through the room. He’s confused as to why someone in the dorm was playing their old album. About to scream at whoever (probably Taehyung) was playing the music, he opens his eyes to find your face next to his. It takes him a few seconds to realize where he is, and his face breaks into a goofy grin as he recalls the events of the night before. His arm was numb where you lay on it, your arms around his waist, legs tangled together and he traced his fingers on your side in an effort to wake you up.

He could see you stir as you groggily opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile that made his heart race. He reached to stroke your face, as you hummed an apology and politely asked your alarm to be quiet. Seems that you were nice even to your robots.

“Sorry about that. Work day, you know?” you shrugged as you snuggled closer. Namjoon couldn’t help chuckle as you yawned into his bare chest that erupted in goosebumps at the sensation. He gently pulled your chin towards him to kiss you good morning. Your face was puffy with sleep, your cheeks squished where they lay on the pillows, and watching you was so adorable that he wanted to wake up next to you everyday.

“You play my music in the morning?” He was elated. Just like the night you met when you accidentally sang him his song, he felt his heart soar. The fact that you woke up everyday to the words he wrote made him not only happy but oddly motivated. It was like he wanted to just run out of bed and write another album so you could have more music to wake up to.

He watched your face turn red at his comment and he couldn’t help but capture your lips in another lazy kiss, his hand soothingly circling your back under your t-shirt, well, his t-shirt. He wanted you to know that there was nothing to be embarrassed by. If only you knew how his heart raced at the discovery.

“That… that’s for research… you know to get to know you?” you were stumbling over your words and he couldn’t help but pull you closer. You were so cute when you were bashful.

“Mhmm... sure...” He hummed, amused. Hey, just because he didn’t want you to feel awkward doesn’t mean that he couldn’t still tease you.

“Okay fine. I like your music okay? You’ve converted me to your cult.” You huffed, pouting your lips, and Namjoon burst out laughing.

“What’s your favourite song?”

“Is this a test?” You looked incredulous, as you looked up at him from the crook of his shoulder. Your hands were resting on his chest, and everywhere your fingers traced their aimless patterns left behind warmth under his skin.

“Hmm.. yes. You better get it right.” It wasn’t really a test, but Namjoon would be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly curious as to which song caught your eye.

“Can I google it?”

“Wait… you’re gonna google… what your favourite song is?” He had not expected this answer. He felt himself deflate a little, his smiling falling. He supposed you were a new fan, maybe you didn’t remember the title and wanted to look up the lyrics, but you could just ask him, he’d know better than google, surely.

“Yes. I’m gonna google which song you didn’t write and say that one cause your ego is getting too big for this bed.” You booped his nose as you burst out laughing, and he couldn’t stop himself from joining along, his earlier worries disappearing. You always surprised him, and it makes him crave what you’ll say next.

“You’re so evil!” he teased as he tickled your sides, making you laugh and roll around your bed. After a few minutes of your protests, he stopped, now positioned over you. Your eyes were beautiful as they look up at his, tears of mirth lining the corners and breathless from your laughter, and he couldn’t help but kiss you again, molding his lips to your soft ones. He loved that your arms automatically went around his waist as you pulled him closer and deepen the kiss, tracing your tongue with his. He kissed you like that for a few minutes, just relishing being in your presence. Your hands were resting on his chest now, thumbs grazing his nipples, making him shudder. It’s like everytime he kissed you, you put him under a spell and he wanted nothing more than to consume you. How was it that you smell like vanilla and flowers even in the morning? Did you just naturally smell like a fresh garden?

“Good morning” He whispered between his kisses, gazing at you softly.

“Good morning” you responded before closing the distance again and kissing him with passion. He could get used to this.

His hand moved under your shirt to cup your chest, rolling your nipple playfully as he continued to kiss you. Your moan went straight from your lips to his dick as he couldn’t help but roll his hips against yours, craving the friction. Your hands went from his chest to palming him over his boxers and the touch made him groan. He was so incredibly turned on and you had barely even touched him. You were going to be the death of him.

He let you carry on your ministrations as he kissed your neck, enjoying your mewls as he reached what he has realized is your sensitive spot, right where your neck meets your shoulder. He could see the marks he left last night and couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest. He shouldn’t be so turned on by the bruises he left, but he can’t help his kinks. It proved to him that he didn’t imagine last night.

He was slightly taken aback as you slipped your hand in his underwear and started stroking him. He moaned against your neck as pleasure shot through him.

“Want to make you feel good.” you murmured next to his ear, your kisses on his neck making him flush. “Lay back…” He wanted to let you but he wanted to make you feel good first, hear you screaming his name as he made you come undone. He one upped you by placing his own hand in your panties, groaning at how wet you were for him.

“You first.” He said, more sternly than he intended but he didn’t notice as you rut your hips against his hand. Your hand didn’t stopped stroking him and if he was honest it was making him lose his concentration. He removed his hand from your underwear, ignoring your whines, as he stilled your hand, pinning it over your head.

“No… I wanna taste you… Please?” You looked at him with your eyes wide and he was powerless to your pleading. He held his ground though, not letting you take control. Not until you mewled another please and pushed against his chest. He laid back against the pillows as you straddled him, kissing him deeply before making your way down his body. You kissed his chest leaving a light mark near his heart that made him sigh. He was sure that mark was deeper than it looks as his heart beat faster the closer you get to his dick. You kissed his belly before kissing down his clothed length making him groan deeply.

“Baby, stop teasing before I make you stop.” He was testing the waters, grinning when he saw you sit up immediately, biting your lip before pulling his boxers down to his thighs, following his orders. He hissed as you kissed his throbbing head, before immediately taking him in your mouth. It felt unbelievably good, your soft tongue lapping at his length as your cheeks hollow. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and almost lost it when you looked straight in his eyes, taking him as deep as you can. You moaned around him and the sensation made heat travel through his body. His hand found purchase in your hair as you bobbed on him, making him grunt loudly, losing his senses as he guided your head at a pace of his liking.

“Stop Y/N… stop… I’m gonna cum…” He moaned as he pulled your hair, a little too aggressively, making you whine around him. You released him with a loud pop.

“Cum in my mouth, baby” you were smirking at him as if you knew the effect you were having on him. Of course you knew, it was obvious by how loud he was breathing. His cock twitched in your hand at your comment, and he decided to let you have your fun, mentally noting to make you beg for him next time.

“Oh fuck… You’re so good to me baby” he panted as you once again started sucking him off. You were more enthusiastic this time, the sounds of your mouth ricocheting off the walls as you sucked him while your hand played with his balls, cupping them, making him see stars. He couldn’t take it anymore and with a loud grunt, he announced his end and felt his balls draining into your mouth. He watched from under his arm that rested on top of his face as you swallowed him, licking the remains off him as if he was the best popsicle you’ve tasted. It made him lose his mind, the sight making him moan softly.

You made your way back to him and as you laid on the pillows with a satisfied grin, he kissed you slowly, making sure you could feel his gratitude for what may have been the best blowjob he’s experienced.

“Sorry if I pulled your hair too hard.” He apologized as he stroked your head gently, one hand cupping your face.

“Don’t worry about it. I like it rough.” Although he had literally just cum, he felt the blood rush downwards again at your words.

“Fuck… You’re gonna kill me, you know?” He said as he kissed you again, fiercely, his hands ripping your panties off, relishing your gasp. He was determined to make you cum.

And he did, twice, once in bed and once in the shower.

As you were getting dressed in front of the mirror in your closet, he heard you gasp.

“Oh my god Joon! What the fuck?” Worriedly, he entered the closet, his jeans half undone and looked at you dressed in your pants and bra staring at yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, as he moved closer to you.

“You animal! There’s like no concealer in the world to cover these!” You frowned, your mouth turning into a cute pout as you poke the hickeys that litter your neck and chest. He couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork as he hugged your waist from behind placing his head on your shoulder and kissing the mark on your neck.

“I’m sorry baby” His face however has no trace of apology as he grinned against your skin, feeling the blush that started at your neck.

“Fuck… I hate turtlenecks” you turned around in his arms, your hands going around his neck as you pouted at him exaggeratedly, and he wanted to go for another round. The power you had over him was overwhelming.

“I bet you look really good in a turtleneck.” He captured your lips in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips. He knew both of you had to get back to the real world soon but he just wanted to hole up in your room all day, all week, all year, just ravishing you.

You were interrupted by your phone ringing as you answered it on a speaker that rings through somewhere in your closet. He really has to ask you how many speakers you have in this place sometime.

“Hi, this is Y/N.” You spoke, your voice cold and formal and he was kind of taken aback by the change of your tone as you pushed his lips off your shoulder gently, still encircled in each other’s arms.

“Y/N! Are you okay? It’s 7:25… You’re never late!” He heard a familiar voice through the speaker although he couldn’t quite place it.

“Sorry Siwon! I’m feeling a bit unwell. I’m going to work from home this morning. I’ll come by around lunch for the meeting with Jiyoung though!” He brightened up at that comment, his grip around your waist tightening at the prospect of more time with you.

“Sick? Sure, sure… Tell Namjoon I said hi!” He watched your jaw drop as you awkwardly started coughing involuntarily. He kneould he shouldn’t but he can’t help tease you as a “Hey, man” escaped his lips, making you swat at him, signalling him to shut up.

“Oh shit. Am I on speaker?” Siwon audibly gasped into the phone and Namjoon burst out laughing, enjoying your reaction as you quickly bid goodbye.

“Okay, no coffee for you!” You huffed as you put on a t-shirt and make your way to the kitchen.

“Aww… babe!” Namjoon whined as he followed you, tugging his own shirt on to find you pouring steaming coffee into your mug. “Wait how did you make that so quick?”

He watched you smirk as you sipped on your coffee, making a show of how delicious it was, before you relented and pour him one.

“Magic.” You said smugly and he made a mental note to get you to teach him your tricks for his own house.

After breakfast, you spent the morning snuggling on the couch and reading the news, the easy domesticity of the moment not lost on Namjoon. Usually he wouldn’t even stay the night, but it seems like you made him break all the rules without even trying. He wondered why that was, why he was so drawn to you in such a short time. No one he had been with in the past made him feel this way, at least not only a week into knowing them.

“What are you thinking about?” you broke him out of his reverie. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring across the room. He didn’t know how much time had passed.

“This…” He gestured between the two of you, watching your eyes follow his hand from where your head rested against his chest.

“What? You’ve never read the news before?” You pointed at the iPad that the two you were meant to be reading from.

“You know what I mean…” He trailed off rubbing his neck, unsure why he even began the conversation. He should’ve just lied and said something funny.

“Sorry… I tend to use humour when I’m uncomfortable...” You got up from where you were leaning against him to sit upright on the couch, gaze averted.

“You’re uncomfortable?” His eyes widened as he tried to figure out why. Sure this all seemed to move way too fast, but you seemed to have found a rhythm with him this morning. He was slightly panicked that he had misread that. The thought that being around him made you uncomfortable made his heart drop to his knees.

“No… and that makes me uncomfortable” He watched you as you fiddled with the rips in your jeans. Your answer made him relax, pushing aside some of his worries. Knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling lost with this new found comfort was oddly calming.

“I know what you mean. This seems… too easy, right?” He reached over to stop your fidgeting hands.

“Yeah… but I’m no expert. My last relationship was like three years ago” You shrugged.

“What happened? I mean… if you want to tell me”

“Yeah… it just didn’t work out. I was too busy for him sometimes and he couldn’t understand. He blamed me for not prioritizing our relationship. I was just starting out though… it was… hard” Your smiled at him sheepishly, a little melancholy behind your eyes, that made him want to hug it away.

“I get that. I had a lot of relationships that ended up the same way.” He thought about all his past partners, all the fights that led to nowhere because he couldn’t find time in his schedule to even resolve them. All the times he would receive an angry text and not be able to respond till hours later which only exacerbated the problems. All his exes that told him he was too self-centered, too narcissistic for focusing on his career, and for a long time he believed them, the guilt kept him up nights on end.

“Koren dating is also harder than Canadian dating,” you joked. He could sense you were trying to lighten the mood again, and he intertwined your fingers where they rested on your knee, before playing along.

“Wow… did you just stereotype my entire country?”

“Oops?” You chuckled lightly, your eyes brightening as you shrugged. “What about your last relationship?”

“It was about a year ago. We worked together, but we didn’t work together. There wasn’t really a reason. It just kind of… fizzled out. Although I think I was to blame.” He didn’t know how you’d react to this and he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Why do you say that?” You leaned closer, and he could surprisingly feel his nerves melting away at your proximity.

“I just would forget to keep her updated on my life. I know it sounds terrible.”

“Nah. It just sounds human. You weren’t in love.” His eyes widened at your response. He knew now that what he felt then wasn’t love but in the moment he had thought she was the one. Well, until she wasn’t.

“I thought I was” He admitted with a shrug.

“I don’t think you’d forget her if you were.” You were looking at him now, smiling slightly, your eyes shining as your thumb rubbed soothing circles on his. Somehow again, you had managed to sound poetic without meaning to - he didn’t know how you managed to do that so easily.

“I guess you’re right. Fuck… this is weird.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not usually this honest.”

“Wow. Must be the veritaserum I slipped in your drink.” You laughed as you reached to gently put your hand on his shoulder. He enjoyed the touch, it somehow made him feel safe. Safe to share his secrets.

“Is that a Harry Potter reference, you dork?” He could feel the mood lightening again and he realized that your ability to seamlessly switch from uncomfortable topics to humour was at least a part of the reason he felt so comfortable in your presence.

“I’m glad you trust me enough to be honest.” Your hand moved from his shoulder to rest against his cheek, and he couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Honestly, I think it’s because of you.” He watched your face turn to confusion, so he continued. ”You being so upfront makes me wanna do the same. Why are you so honest with me?”

“Because there’s no reason for us to continue this if we can’t be honest.” You smiled softly as you shrugged lightly, still stroking his cheek, and he felt his heart fill with warmth. “I’ve spent too much of my life pretending to be someone else for people to like me. So I’m testing my theory. If I’m honest with you and you like me, maybe this thing is worth it.”

“I do like you.” He really did. He hadn’t felt this strong a connection in a while. Someone who understood him without pretending to, or trying to appease him. Someone he could talk about the good and bad without judgement.

“You haven’t seen all the warts yet.” You averted your gaze, and he couldn’t help but cup your face and make you look at him.

“I’ve seen you naked, you don’t have any warts.” He tried your approach at humour as he kissed you on the nose.

“You are so cheesy!” You swat at him gently before kissing him lightly on the lips. He felt his heart skip a beat at the small gesture. “But seriously, thank you for being so open with me.” You looked at him adoringly, and he mirrored you.

He kissed you at that. Both of you enjoying the chaste kiss without deepening it. The conversation helped you both feel less uncomfortable with the comfortable.

His phone rang, interrupting the sweet moment, his manager asking where to send the car so he wouldn’t be late for the meeting that morning. Before leaving, you made plans to meet up again that weekend, and Namjoon felt that three days was too long without seeing you. He didn’t know why, but he hadn’t even left your apartment yet and he already missed you.

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When you reached the restaurant for lunch with Jiyoung that afternoon, you still had a smile on your face. It seemed to have been permanently etched on your face since Namjoon left. You thought about your date and how it seemed to have been a thousand dates rolled into one. It felt like you’ve known him forever, and barring from Jiyoung, you hadn’t felt that way about a person before. Someone you connected with instantly, someone whose presence made you immediately calmer. He seemed to have crashed all the walls around you in a very short time and although that thought should scare you, it instead made you excited.

Spotting Jiyoung at a table you made your way across the restaurant to her, greeting her and the server, an old woman in her 60s, most likely the owner, that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. After ordering your entrees, your best friend and PR manager jumped right into business.

“So you’re famous. Congrats!” She did a little dance as she announced the news.

“What?” You were confused. Last you checked you had 2000 followers on your social media, which was run by Jiyoung and Siwon, on account of you being a “boomer” - their words, not yours.

“After the gala, a couple of magazines, courtesy of me, decided to do a piece on you. So congrats on your 200k followers!” She seemed giddy, excitedly jumping up and down as she clapped along. That was quite a follower growth and it led to her going into a twenty minute strategy talk on how to leverage your personal brand for the company. You were glad that she was excited, but if you were being honest you hated the limelight. The idea that someone’s “fame” could be decided by the number of likes of a photo posing at a restaurant made your skin crawl.

“Okay so we’re going to schedule a photoshoot sometime in the next two weeks and take a few photos for the next few months of uploads. Of course, make sure to take photos every time you go somewhere fun too, like I don’t know, one of your concerts you’re obsessed with or art galleries.” Jiyoung continued regardless of your groans.

“Do I have to?” You truly did not have time for this, your schedule is already overflowing. The whole idea of curating a feed made you feel stressed.

“Yes. It’s the game, Y/N. You have to play it” She replied sagely, as she slurped her noodles.

“You know all the photos will be of me holed up at the office. I’m not that interesting...” You played with your food as you pouted. Your comment wasn’t born out of low self-esteem, it’s just what you believed. Regardless of the media perceptions of the glamorous life of a CEO, you knew that at the end of the day most you did was sleep, attend meetings, and drink copious amounts of coffee. Occasionally you dabbled in your hobbies, but with the company and non-profit growing at the speed they were, there was barely any time for that. You doubted you’d be able to enjoy any of the fun till after quite a few more years when the title will become less heavy and you’d have more help.

“Don’t be stupid! You, my friend, are a young, fun, single woman! The world deserves to be envious of it!” Jiyoung dismissed you easily, shaking her hand at your protests. “Speaking of fun, let’s go clubbing Saturday, it’s been too long since you got laid.”

As soon as she finished her sentence you felt heat rise up your face, unconsciously bringing your hand up to your turtleneck covered neck. To make matters worse, your throat also decided now to work at that moment, making you choke on your rice.

“Oh my god! You minx! You got laid didn’t you?” Jiyoung loudly exclaimed, much to your dismay and of the other patrons who seemed peeved at hearing your bedroom adventures while they ate lunch.

“Please stop…” You looked around awkwardly apologizing to the old man next to you who looked at you with disgust. Great!

“Who was it? Where did you meet? Tinder? Did you go to a club without me? Was it a client?” The questions were endless.

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone, not a soul.” You were going to regret this, you knew it, but you’d be lying if it didn’t excite you to share the news with Jiyoung. She was your favourite female friend and even though on the outside, your friendship may seem mismatched to some, she truly understood you better than most people. She had been there when your last relationship ended, coaxing you back to your feet after weeks of self-destruction. You trusted her.

“Did you sleep with a married man?” She whispered, thankfully finally aware that you two were in the middle of a popular restaurant during peak lunch hours.

“Umm… no. Do you remember Namjoon from the party?” Namjoon from the party? Good job, real subtle Y/N.

“Namjoon?” You watched as realization dawned on her face, her face going from being scrunched in confusion, to wide eyed surprise, to what it is now; a smug smile. “I was wondering why your Spotify showed you suddenly listening to BTS…”

“Okay you can’t make fun of that too!” you whined, your morning faux pas still too fresh in your mind, as you buried your face in your hands.

“He made fun of you?” Jiyoung was cackling, before she started digging for details. “Man after my own soul! So was he good? When are you seeing him again? Are you dating him? Oh my god this is so exciting!” She is fully squealing and slapping your arm, making you wince.

“He was… amazing” you tell her your face flaring at the memories of last night. “And we’re going on another date.”

“Ooo date number two!”

“Well… technically four if you count the party?”

“Okay. What the fuck? You’ve been holding out on me! Spill!”

And so you do, sharing your interactions with Namjoon over the past week. It felt nice to reminisce about them, even though it was not that long ago. You were so into him, it was worrying. You were beyond excited to see him again, but your last conversation still weighed in your head. He was right. It just felt too easy, how you had met, and seemingly couldn’t get enough of each other. You were suspicious.

“Stop overthinking this, Y/N. It’s good that things are easy! You deserve easy!” Jiyoung cut through your rant. You had almost forgotten that you were speaking out loud.

“It’s not just me, he feels the same way.” You pouted, trying to defend your stance.

“Then you both belong together with your stupid ass overthinking.”

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Y/N: Thanks for dinner tonight. I had a really good time.

Namjoon: Me too!

Namjoon: Speaking of, when can I see you again?

Y/N: Wow. We’ve barely digested our food, Joon

Namjoon: You’re mean! I just like hanging out with you

Y/N: I’m kidding! Tuesday?

Namjoon: Suddenly I love Tuesdays

Y/N: Shut up you dork!

Namjoon: Says the girl obsessed with Batman

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Y/N: What the hell! How do you do photoshoots all the time. This is CRINGE.

Namjoon: Is that today? Yes! SEND ME THE PICTURES!!!!

Y/N: Fuck no. These are so awkward!

Namjoon: Come on! Send! I bet you look hot ;)

Y/N: Nope. Never. Never. NEVER.

Namjoon: I’ll just text Jiyoung for them

Y/N: You don’t even have her number

Y/N: Do you?

Y/N: KIM NAMJOON ANSWER ME

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Namjoon: Did I leave my phone at your place last night?

Y/N: I don't think so

Namjoon: I can’t believe I lost my phone again!!!

Y/N: Wait how are you texting me right now?

Namjoon: … nvm

Y/N: Omg. You're an idiot.

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Y/N: Okay that hike was harder than you said it’d be!

Y/N: I’m dying :(

Namjoon: Aw baby. I’m sorry!

Y/N: You owe me. You’re paying for my masseuse

Namjoon: Why pay for one when I’m better than any you’ll ever get?

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Y/N: I miss you :(

Namjoon: I miss you too

Y/N: Come over?

Namjoon: I have to wake up at 6 for a shoot :(

Y/N: I wake up at 6 every day

Namjoon: On my way

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Namjoon: How’s work going?

Y/N: Terrible :) I hate my life :)

Namjoon: You’re scary when you send emojis like that

Y/N: Wow. Thank you. You’re so nice to me.

Namjoon: Sorry!

Namjoon: What’s stressing you?

Y/N: Just deadlines… SO MANY DEADLINES

Namjoon: Aw baby. Have you eaten? I can come by with food

Y/N: Aren’t you busy? You have your comeback in a few months

Namjoon: Nah. I got the rest of the day off

Y/N: That’s… suspicious... Why?

Namjoon: I’m at the hospital

Y/N: WTF. I’m calling. Pick up.

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You checked yourself out in the reflective elevator doors, as you helped Harry adjust his tie, while Siwon rattled on about the restaurant you were headed to. Harry and you had been dodging your “celebratory” drinks with Mr Li for over a month and a half since the meeting where he signed the contract. He finally trapped you both during a networking event last week and had you set the date. To say you were both very much not looking forward to this evening would be an understatement. It took every ounce of willpower in you to stay as you made your way to your private table at the high end Japanese restaurant.

Mr Li, as per usual, was late to the dinner he had forced upon you. Sitting next to Harry, you both tried to devise a plan to escape as soon as possible. As soon as dinner ended, Harry was going to pretend that Jen was ill and since he was your ride back, you both had no choice but to “begrudgingly” end the night. The idea was foolproof, or so the both of you thought.

Here is a list of reasons why it was not foolproof.

One, upon arrival, Mr Li ordered shots for the table and after Harry used the excuse that he was driving you both home (you wanted to set it up so it wouldn’t be a surprise as you left), Mr Li got excited that you would be his new drinking buddy. He poured shot after shot, even after you mentioned that you were going to get a drink - hoping to rely on your ice tea in a whiskey glass trick - he refused to let you not drink anything other than shots of sake. Usually, you wouldn’t let someone dictate your drinking but you didn’t want to seem rude, and so you played along till you felt much too tipsy.

Two, Mr Li requested your server to stagger the dinner courses since it was a “night of partying” and as the third course of sashimi was served, he took the liberty of sitting next to you because apparently your fish looked fresher. He then proceeded to steal from your plate while making uncomfortable eye contact with you and putting his gross hands on your thigh. When you removed his hand from your thigh he had the audacity to suggest that you were playing hard to get. The urge to vomit had never been stronger.

Three, and this is where everything falls apart. When at the end of dinner, the lovely Jen calls to bail you and Harry out, Mr Li insists that Harry drives back alone and that he drives you home. Somehow, you both had not thought of this very basic flaw in your plan. With you running out of excuses, it was soon evident that you had no choice but to stay. You knew Harry, and you knew that he would call no less than ten minutes later with an emergency on your own or get Siwon out of bed to run to you. He would rescue you, you had faith. In the meantime you had to endure a drunk Mr Li trying to hit on you.

Time seemed to move slow as he drunkenly asked you if you had a boyfriend. Knowing his misogynistic self, you should’ve lied and said yes, the only thing he would probably understand would be that another man had a claim on you, but your tipsy self thought honesty was the best policy. As soon as you said no, it seemed that he took it as an invite, pulling you into an awkward hug, grabbing at your ass, trying to lift you to his seat. His movements were so swift that it left you momentarily paralyzed. You felt ice in your veins as the intense feeling of your personal space being so blatantly violated took over you. It felt as if a million ants were crawling under your skin, your stomach turning. You tried to get out of his grip but it was too strong, as he continued to massage your behind. You felt trapped, your mouth running dry, as anger took over. You were done being polite.

With a strong shove, you stood up from your seat and grabbed your jacket as you looked at him straight in the eye, hoping your glare was enough to get the message across. It was not.

“Come on Y/N. I signed such a big contract for you the least you could do is suck me off.” He stared at you sleazily, the liver spot above his eyebrow moving up and down as he wagged them.

“I’m sorry Mr Li, but this is very inappropriate. I’m going to leave.” You were nicer than your instincts were telling you to be. If he wasn’t your client, you would have already kicked him in the balls or better yet broken his nose, although knowing this creep, he’d probably have a kink for it.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know that?” He spat, his words filled with venom.

“Excuse me?” Each moment that you stayed in this room, made you angrier, the rage pumping itself through you, ringing in your ears.

“You think you’re successful because you’re smart? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N. Everyone knows that your clients only sign because they think you’ll fuck them.” He scoffed.

You knew if you stayed there longer, you would surely ruin this contract for your company, if not get sued for punching his ugly little face in so you grabbed your phone and bag and made your way out of the restaurant, tossing a curt goodbye his way.

Your vision was dark as you made your way through the streets. You were so enraged you were shaking. You knew what would fix this. Cigarettes. Without a second thought you made your way into the nearest convenience store, grabbing a bottle of soju and a pack, before walking to your favourite place - the rooftop of your office building.

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You sat at the roof, contemplating the earlier events, the cigarette pack in hand. You hated how you felt in this moment. Powerless. There was no other word for it. You hated feeling small and insignificant. You had built your life up in a way that ensured you wouldn’t have to deal with these feelings but here you were at almost midnight, searching the faint stars in the sky for serenity.

Anger coursed through your veins as you tried to steel yourself, fists clenching hard enough for red semicircles to be engraved on your palms. Sometimes you hated being a woman. What gave anyone the right to dismiss your hard work and accomplishments because they valued your tits more. You were coursing with negativity, your mouth tasting of poison, as you chugged the soju. You still felt his slimy hands on your ass and his words echoed through your mind. If only your deal was not at stake you would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls, he’d never be able to reproduce. The world is much too beautiful to have his offsprings tainting it.

You usually don’t let these things affect you as much. It’d be a lie to say these moments were few and far in between. In fact, they took place more often than you’d like to remember. The amount of men who had dismissed you or called you being a CEO a great “marketing move in today’s PC world” was astronomical. You would usually brush them off and pretend they never happened, never letting it affect you, but something about the way he sneered made you so vulnerable that for a minute you let your guard down and believed him.

“You think you’re successful because you’re smart? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N. Everyone knows that your clients only sign because they think you’ll fuck them.” You snapped a cigarette in half, watching the contents sprinkle out of the white casing as you rolled it in your fingers and coaxed a bigger mess. You tossed it across the floor, watching the wind pick up the light scraps and scatter them around like confetti. What a great celebration, you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“Y/N…?” you heard Namjoon call from behind you.

You regretted messaging him after your dinner. You didn’t even know why you had told him. He was not your boyfriend, technically he wasn’t even your friend. You had only gone on a few dates, and although you felt closer to him than you had anybody you had dated in a long while, you were not ready for him to see you this way. It had barely been over a month and a half. You didn’t feel confident enough to face him. The Y/N he knew was the successful, flirty, witty version you had worked hard to portray. You don’t know how he would react to this self-hating mess of you. Maybe he’d run away. You deserved that much. Hell, maybe he didn’t even buy the version you showed him, only here for the tits. You were bitter.

“I’m sorry you came all this way. I’m fine, you can go home.” You couldn’t face him - not in this state. You stared at your hands, deepening the crescents on your palm as if willing the skin to break. You saw his shoes in front of you, unlaced blue Nikes, attached to blue striped pajama pants with cartoon koalas. Had you forced him to get out of bed? You felt a bubble of guilt rise within your chest. You were such a shitty person to bring him into this. He deserved better than to be on a cold rooftop on a Friday night in the middle of his comeback preparations.

You were ready to ask him leave again as you heard him settle next to you. You looked up at his face, his eyes softened with concern behind his wide rimmed glasses as he sat crossed leg, his hands in his lap. You opened the pack to grab another cigarette, snapping it in half again and tossing it half heartedly across the floor. You felt defeated, the emotional exhaustion of the night weighing on your shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“I don’t know,” you said, matching his volume. There was no one here and it’s not like anyone could hear you off of this fifty storey building, but somehow you only had the strength to whisper.

“Take your time” he answered. He looked like he meant it. He sat there looking at you, giving you space. His phone buzzed a few times and he ignored it. Instead, he just patiently looked at you, his face neutral for what felt like hours.

Somehow his patience gave you courage to open up, and you told him the events of the night. He never interrupted, or even moved. The only way you’d know he was not suddenly a statue was by the way his jaw slowly tensed as you got to the reason you were so upset, all your doubts and insecurities filling the air in a tumble of fast spoken words.

“I don’t even know why this is making me so angry. It is not like this is the first time this has happened to me.” You chuckled dryly as you looked up at him. He looked angry and you felt nervous. Perhaps you shared too much. You wouldn’t blame him for getting angry at how stupid your reason was for getting him out of bed.

“What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. You were surprised at his question. This was the first time he spoke since you started talking about twenty minutes ago.

“Why?”

“I’m going to kill him.” He said flatly, eye ablaze and jaw set.

“Joon…” you trailed, unsure what to say. He wasn’t unjustified in his threat. On your way to the roof, you yourself had devised about a thousand ways to get away with murder.

“No. He’s an asshole and I’m going to kill him for making you feel this way.” He looked less angry now, and more upset, sighing as he looked at you. You chuckled humorlessly. His comment made you feel better, made you feel less alone and stupid for wanting to take your anger out at the perpetuator. At least you’d have someone to carry the body with if you decided to act on your homicidal fantasies.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asked tentatively, his hand reached towards you as he turned looking at you closely. as if worried you might snap at him.

“Joon, you don’t have to ask,” you murmured as you scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He reacted immediately, pulling you into him tightly, his chin over your head. Your face was pressed against his chest and you inhaled his woodsy scent, feeling instantly more calm.

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. A man touched you without your permission and I didn’t know how you felt about being close to another today.” He whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head. Your heart instantly warmed, tears pricking your eyes. No one had ever been this considerate to you before, so respectful. The fact that he thought you might feel uncomfortable around him just because of that asshole made your heart break. You pushed out of the hug and cupped his face.

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to that asshole.” You were angry that not only did that sorry excuse for a man made you feel small, he made Namjoon feel like you wouldn’t want him.

“And don’t you dare feel like you’re not worthy because of that asshole.” He kissed your forehead gently before bringing you into another bone-crushing hug, momentarily knocking the air out of your lungs. His words made you feel warm, and brought a lump to your throat. It felt oddly cathartic to have the man you had come to admire tell you you were enough. You felt the tears you had been holding in all night escape slowly. You held him tighter as his t-shirt became your makeshift tissue, silently crying for what felt like hours while he stroked your hair gently.

When you could talk again without your voice breaking, you broke the embrace. His shirt was stained with your tears and mascara, and suddenly you felt very awkward for your blatant display of emotions.

“I’m sorry I called you here so late,” you apologized sheepishly, realizing how late it was and how silly you felt for making him jump out of bed.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m glad you called me.” He wiped your face of the tears that had failed to be absorbed by the t-shirt, smiling slightly as he leaned in to give you another peck on your forehead.

“You’re in your pajamas,” you pointed out, laughing slightly, wanting to remove some of the awkwardness you felt at having bawled in front of him for so long.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting for too long.” He shrugged, giving you a smile that melted your heart. You had realized this before but it dawned on you again that to you Namjoon was comfort. He was like a warm blanket to cozy under in a cool room, keeping the monsters at bay.

You reached out and kissed him, slowly pulling him in by his shirt, avoiding his glasses as you tilted your head. The kiss was gentle - it was sweet and warm. Unlike the passionate ones you had shared before, ones that would light you on fire, this was comfortable, like a bonfire rather than a forest fire. His lips were chapped against yours and his tongue tasted like toothpaste as he smiled against your lips.

“You didn’t smoke!” He exclaimed when you separated, pulling you into another hug, his arms around your head. The pride in his voice made you laugh.

“I told you, I don’t smoke anymore,” you commented as you grinned against his chest.

“Then what’s the pack for?” He seemed puzzled.

“Oh… I was going to but I didn’t want to break my two year streak.” You shrugged. He beamed at you as he pulled you in for another kiss, taking his time to taste you. It felt like he was savouring you, his fingers tangled in your hair on the nape of your neck and his other hand placed gently on your waist.

When you came up for air he giggled, his forehead against yours. “I’m proud of you for not breaking your streak,” he said, making your cheeks flare at his sincerity. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do you want to walk instead of grabbing a cab?”

“Always.” He held your hand as you both stand up and make your way downstairs.

You noticed him shivering slightly as you exited the building and it finally dawned on you that he was dressed in just a t-shirt. It was not the middle of winter but it was certainly too chilly for not wearing a sweater. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest as you were currently dressed in not one but two sweaters. Stopping him, you took off your oversized sweater and handed it to him.

“What are you doing?” He looked at you, confused as you pushed the sweater in his hands.

“You seem cold.”

“That’s supposed to be my move.” He laughed.

“Hey I’m wearing like two sweaters! Plus, I feel bad about dragging you out here and forcing you to walk.” You looked at your shoes, suddenly feeling shy.

“Don’t feel bad, baby.” He lifted your chin up to place a quick peck on your lips after looking around to make sure no one's walking by on the deserted street. “Also, I don’t think this will fit me.” He chuckled, pushing his frames further up his nose.

“It’s oversized! Just try it, you’re shivering!”

“I’m an oversized human!” He exclaimed but started to put his arms through the sleeves. The sweater looked hilariously small on his frame, even with only one sleeve on. As he zipped it up, it resembled a rashguard more than a sweater, his t-shirt flaring out from the bottom, the material straining against his arms and back. The stress of the night washed away as you doubled over in laughter, your face streaking with new joyous tears at the sight.

“See I told you it was too small!” He grinned sheepishly.

“This is amazing, you look great Joonie” you managed to wheeze out in between your laughter.

At that he took your hand and walked the ten blocks to your apartment. The night was filled with a comfortable silence broken only by little musings as you both took in the quiet surroundings of the financial district after hours. As you neared your street, Namjoon broke the silence once again.

“Why did you message me tonight?” His voice was contemplative, as his thumb grazed yours.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have” You earlier guilt was surfacing again, as you thought about why you told him what happened when usually the first person you’d tell in this situation would be Jiyoung or Harry.

“I told you - I’m glad you did. I was just curious why.”

“I… I don’t know. You’re the first person I wanted to see.” You sighed, getting uncomfortable with the line of questioning. You didn’t want him to ask why he was the first person you thought of because you weren’t ready to be even more vulnerable tonight, not ready to admit the space he had made in your heart over the last month. He was quiet for a few moments, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration as if he were solving a complex math problem, before he spoke.

“Do you remember when I sprained my wrist and had to go to the hospital a few weeks ago?” You didn’t expect this subject change, but gladly welcomed it.

“Yeah…”

“Well… you’re the first person I wanted to see then too. I mean before I knew it was just a sprain and I was panicking.” He squeezed your hand in his as you both exited the elevator on to your hallway, and looked at you, his gaze soft. “What do you think that means?”

“That we’re even?” You smiled, hoping to break this unknown tension that had come between you all of a sudden as you stopped at your door. You fumbled with your keycode, having to enter the password twice before making your way inside, Namjoon following behind you, as you both slipped out of your shoes and into slippers. Before you could leave the entryway, he gently held on your elbow to stop you, fixing you with another one of his soft gazes and a smile that made your heart flutter.

“I was thinking it means that you’re my girlfriend.” You could hear your heart rev up as you looked at him for any signs of teasing. There were none. Usually you would respond back with something along the lines of him never asking, but with the night you had just had all you could think about was how happy you were to finally call him yours. Without further hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss, which after a little surprise, he returned. It was reminiscent of the first time you had kissed, but this time instead of awkward butterflies, your heart was filled with a comfortable glow. His lips were familiar against yours and his scent wrapped your senses in a warm cocoon.

“Mmm… Boyfriend.” you said against his lips, grinning, as he kissed you again, his hands under your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to bed, surprisingly avoiding bumping into the doorframe this time.

That night as you slept under the projected milky way on your ceiling with his breath tickling your ear as he snored lightly, you felt yourself give Namjoon a part of your heart you had hidden away for a very long time.

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Ransom’s young daughter gets sick and he has to take care of her, only to have to take her to a family party because he can’t get a babysitter. The rest of the family is confused when they see him acting so carefully.

Word Count: 3K!

Warnings: None, other than pure fluff and some sickness.

A/N from ssebstann: This our first collab fic! This came from an anon who asked me if I would ever do this and here we are! I’m so proud of how this turned out and I hope you all like it and more writers would like to collab! I had so much fun doing this!

A/N from lozzypoz321: I’m really happy with how this turned out and I owe it all to the queen up above, I loved this and I hope everyone does too!

Sickness Struggles

Ransom groaned as he woke up, it wasn’t his normal time, though. It was barely 6 am, and he knew it wasn’t your time to get up either, you had just fallen back asleep after climbing out of your bed and complaining to your dad that you didn’t feel well. It wasn’t that Ransom didn’t believe you, he just hadn’t fully woken up yet and wanted to go back to his peaceful, sleeping state. But, here he was about 2 hours later, hearing you crying from your room. Before he could get to your room, you ran past Ransom and straight into the bathroom that was beside your room.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Ransom asked. His stomach flipped when he heard you heaving and coughing, he grimaced. Ransom went into the bathroom and pulled your hair away from your pale face. You coughed again and fell back, your dad caught you in his arms from banging your head on the marble slates. “You really are sick, aren’t you?” He looked down at you, your hands were shaking and you looked utterly miserable.

“I tried to tell you, but you didn’t believe me,” You weakly pouted as he picked you up and put you on your unsteady and trembling legs. “Bet you believe me now.” You sassed him.

“I kind of have to. Look at you, you’re whiter than a sheet, honey,” He said, looking at you pitifully. “Alright, let’s get you back to bed.” Ransom took your hand and you trailed behind him, your small feet padding on the wooden planks of the houses’ hallways. You stood back behind him as he opened the door of your room and waited expectantly.

“I don’t wanna sleep in my bed,” You said confidently. Ransom cocked his eyebrow at you and walked towards you. “It’s too cold.” Ransom finally caught on to what you wanted and he nodded in understanding.

“Oh, so what you’re saying is that you wanna sleep in my bed and get your sickness everywhere?” He asked you, jokingly, of course, he didn’t want you to feel bad. After all, it wasn’t your fault that you were sick. Ransom looked at you and noticed the sick puppy look you had on your face and he instantly felt guilty, he didn’t want to upset you. “Hey, I was only joking, honey! You can go and sleep in my bed, alright?” You smiled gratefully and lifted a weak hand to rub the excess sleep out of your eyes. Ransom picked you up and you wrapped your shaking arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala.

“Are you leaving today?” You asked him, you didn’t want him to go. If he did, you would be left with a babysitter who only sat and watched the TV in the living room, you know, the huge one that had all of the movies on it.

“No, but I have to tonight, I have to go see grandma and grandpa at a party,” He said, laying you on his bed and pulling the soft comforter up to your chin. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, Ransom frowned and wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. “It’s alright, honey. You’re gonna be okay.” He assured you.

“I don’t want you to go,” You whimpered. Ransom smiled at you sadly and kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll be back before you know it, I won’t be there long,” He said. You sniffled and nodded, rubbing your runny nose with the sleeve of your pyjamas. Ransom brought your sleeve away from your face. “No, no. Don’t use that, Y/N.” Your eyes filled up with wet tears again, thinking you were in trouble.

“I’m sorry,” You cried. Ransom pulled the box of tissues out from the drawer of his bedside table and put one in front of your nose.

“You gotta blow your nose, baby. Otherwise, it’s gonna get all sticky and make you uncomfy,” You looked at the tissue in front of you and blew into as hard as you could. After Ransom put the tissue in the trash can, he turned the TV on for you. “I know I shouldn’t be letting you watch TV at 6 in the morning, but I don’t exactly know what else I can do with you this early in the morning.” He mumbled. Sniffling, you put your small arms up at your dad, signalling that you wanted to cuddle.

“Please?” You stuck your bottom lip out and pulled the best puppy dog face you could muster. Ransom sighed, knowing he probably shouldn’t, but would anyway. He budged you over gently and got into the massive bed, settling you in beside him with his arm around your small frame protectively.

Without trying to disrupt you, he leaned over to the oak bedside table and retrieved the TV remote and began to flip through the channels. After a while, he settled on a F.r.i.e.n.d.s episode. He didn’t like the show but knew it was one of your favourites. He slid down the sideboard where his back had been rested and laid down on the fluffy white pillow that made him sigh in content. About halfway into the show his eyes began to get heavy and your breathing began to slow down, and soon enough both of you were in a deep slumber.

Ransom mumbled sleepily when the sound of a ringtone woke him up. He blindly threw his arms out without opening his eyes, trying to find the source of the incessant noise. When the ringing didn’t stop blaring in his ears, the man had no other choice but to open his eyes and ignore the resistance in his body that begged for him to lay back down and go to sleep.

“Shut the fuck up,” He groaned and fumbled with the phone to answer the call from the baby sitter, Morgan, he had booked for you. When he successfully swiped the answer button and the noise stopped his mind was put at peace.

“Hello?” He tried not to sound as if he had just woken up but failed miserably, from the other side of the call he heard the woman quietly chuckle before going back to being serious.

“I’m sorry for such short notice, Mr. Drysdale but I’m afraid I can’t take your daughter today, I didn’t realise I was double-booked for the day” Ransom inwardly cursed, thinking of ideas of what he could do with you. Not needing to listen to her apologies, he hung up the phone and chucked it on the bottom of his bed, which he now remembered upon seeing you, all the night's events that occurred previously.

As though you had read his mind, your body suddenly awoke from unconsciousness and you lurched forward involuntarily and vomit spewed out of your mouth and onto the freshly vacuumed carpet. At the sight, both of you grimaced, you using the back of your sleeve to wipe the excess from your mouth which made Ransom scrunch up his face in disgust.

“Oh God, honey,” he sighed, feeling sorry for you before going back to the current matter at hand “I am definitely not cleaning that up” You used all the strength you could possibly muster to push yourself up off of your fathers bed and set your feet onto the ground, carefully making sure not to land on the pool of sick. You looked back up to Ransom, tears once again filling your eyes as the thought of being away from him flooded your mind.

“Please don’t go, I don’t want you to go,” You whined. Ransom took a deep breath at the nagging reminder of figuring out what he now had to do with you. He knew he couldn’t call another babysitter, it was far too late for that, and he had no friends that could look after you for the short time he was going to be gone, and he couldn’t possibly leave you alone when you were sick, so the only option left was to take you with him to the family gathering. The sigh that left his mouth was one of someone who had given up on life. He took your hand to guide you past the vomit and took you to the bathroom next to his room so you could brush your teeth and get rid of the after taste, although stopping halfway to pick you up so you didn’t collapse onto the hard wooden floor and knock yourself out. Ransom was surprised at how hot your forehead felt and instantly retracted his hand making you shrink back into yourself, thinking he was scared of you. He sighed, and quickly retrieved your toothbrush from your bathroom so you could get rid of the sick stench that he was sure was the reason your breathing had got noticeably heavier. Your hand shakily found the mint toothpaste that your father used and weakly squeezed the tube, only a small amount of past leaving the bottle but you didn’t care enough to waste any more of the limited energy that you had left in you. About halfway through the slow brushing Ransom mentioned to you that you weren’t going to be home with the babysitter.

“What do you mean?” You spat the toothpaste out into the sink and looked up to your dad. Ransom looked at you with an almost guilty expression, but also he knew that you wouldn’t be that bothered about it, you would be with him all night and not some stranger.

“Well, Morgan kinda cancelled and now I don’t have a babysitter for you and you need to come with me tonight,” He explained. You nodded slowly, taking in what you could from your father’s quick explanation.

“Alright. Just please, don’t leave me with Jacob,” You requested. Ransom nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “He keeps going on about all of this political stuff and I don’t understand.” Ransom couldn’t help but chuckle at your childish innocence.

“Good, you don’t want to. Not his side of politics anyway, I don’t even think it is politics, more just mindless drooling,” You giggled. “Now your breath doesn’t smell like acid and whatever you ate last night, we should probably actually get you cleaned up.” He said, turning the shower on.

“Can’t I just stay in the car and not see anyone? It still counts as being there with you!” You pointed out. Ransom threw a towel at you, and you caught it with an oomf. You sighed in defeat. “Fine.”

“Okay, shower. You smell,”

“You better hope you don’t sneeze when I’m straightening your hair, I’ll end up burning your ear,” Ransom taunted you, looking at you in your mirror. He was standing above you while you sat at your vanity table in your room.

“Dad! Don’t say that,” You whined. You sniffled and rubbed your nose with the tissue on your table. “With my luck, I will and you then you’ll burn me.” Ransom laughed quietly and shook his head.

“I was kidding, Y/N,” He deadpanned. “And anyway, you’ve taken medicine, so you should be fine. And with any luck, you might give it to your best friend Jacob!” He cheered sarcastically.

“Do you like anyone?” You asked him. He shook his head.

“I like you, but that’s really it,” He shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“You must lead a sad life,” You mumbled. Ransom feigned shock and offense, before realising your point wasn’t too far off. “But you live a sad life with an amazing child.” You gave him a smug smile.

“Oh yes, definitely,” Ransom said, dragging your straighteners down your hair.

“I’m your favourite child!” You exclaimed. He hummed and nodded, putting your straighteners down and placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, you’re my only child,” he reminded you, and grabbed a bobble from the wooden surface to use to tie your hair back. “But, I guess you are my favourite.” He confirmed, pulling half of your hair up and tying it up.

“I don’t look sick, do I?” You asked him. Ransom shook his head.

“No, you look perfect, Y/N. You managed to get a bit of colour back onto your face and you don’t look like you’re at death’s door anymore,” You gave him a glare. “Again, I’m kidding.” He kissed the top of your head and gave you your jacket. “Alright, let’s go.” You put your jacket on and followed him out to the beamer. You put your head against the window, your eyes following the scenery as it passed. You were trying to concentrate on not bringing up any possible bile that was in your system, with your luck it would happen in your dad’s other most prized possession.

“I don’t know why I’m shaking,” You said, looking at your dad with confusion written on your face. Ransom turned to you as he pulled into the estate, putting the car into park.

“Probably because you’re still sick. We won’t be long, I promise,” He assured you, putting his large hand over your much smaller one that rested on your leg. You nodded and got out of the car, following your dad into the house. The symphony of the dogs barking together made you jump and grab onto your dad’s arm. “It’s alright. I think they’re tied up.” He said.

“It’s not that I’m scared of them, they’re just really loud,” You mumbled. Ransom nodded and made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. “Can we go in now, it’s really cold out here.”

“Alright, let’s go then,” He said. You walked up the front steps of the mansion and your dad opened the door, seeing that everyone was already there, and you were both fashionably late, as per usual for you both.

Your grandma, however, wouldn’t let you call your lateness fashionable. Linda looked over your way and clenched her jaw.

“Always late. I’m not surprised”

Your Grampa, Richard, shook his head at her and stood up to greet you both.

“Now, now, Linda” He walked halfway to the door and motioned you further into the house. Ignoring the stares from the rest of the family, you wrapped the nearest hand around your dad's leg and let him guide you over to an armchair in the corner. Him not bothering to greet his father back, or carry a conversation with Walt who was now looking at him with his bottom lip curled. You tried not to peak at what was on Jacob’s phone as he stood near you, while he typed furiously over something, but it was no use. You lifted your head and instantly regretted it. Without trying too hard you caught sight of the words Hitler, Syria and #4chan so you decided not to indulge any further. Part of you wanted to know what he was talking about, but for the most part, you were fearing what he was looking at.

“I hate this place” Ransom muttered and lifted up his arm so that you could pull yourself up onto the chair arm where he sat.

“Can we go now? ” You whispered back to him, making your dad chuckle. Just after he did, his eyes narrowed at someone across the room. Looking over, you found that Walt was glaring at both of you, but mainly you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you hid your face behind the top of your jacket.

“Walt, why are you eyeing up my daughter?” Ransom asked. All of the conversations in the room ceased and all eyes turned to you and your dad in one corner, and Walt in the other.

“Why did you bring her? She’s clearly sick, we don’t want whatever sickness she has!” He yelled. Ransom chuckled.

“Then why are you here? Everyone must have surely caught whatever you have by now, I mean, you must have something to make you like that,” Ransom motioned up and down at Walt. Linda and Richard wanted to hide and never be found. “And, she has a name.” Ransom finished with a hard stare on his face, if looks could kill, Walt would have been six feet under on the damn spot.

“I don’t even know the kid’s name!” Walt yelled.

“It’s Y/N,” You said quietly, only loud enough so people could hear you. Walt smiled at you sarcastically.

“Thanks, but I didn’t ask,” He said snidely. A grim smirk grew on Ransom’s face.

“Walt, if you even dare try to talk to Y/N again, I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass, people are gonna think that I’m making hats,” Ransom threatened. “Now, if we’re all done. Me and Y/N are going to be leaving now.” Before Harlan could object and try to calm things down, your dad grabbed your hand and began to pull you to the door and out of the house. Ransom let you go and get into the car while he got in the driver’s side.

“You handled that well,” Ransom commented. You slid part way down the seat and slightly shook your head

“I was dying inside,” You murmured. Ransom rolled his eyes and gently pulled you up by the collar of your jacket. “I’m not lying, is Walt always like that?” You asked him. Ransom shrugged.

“Maybe he finally found out what all of the shit that Jacob says online,” Ransom said, making you laugh.

“I saw that, it was disturbing. I’m gonna lie at school and say I’m related to Meg instead.”

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