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my daisy special: little flower | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Reader

➝ fluff // slice of life // marriage!au // est relationship // a little angsty // hurt comfort..?

➝ warning: mentions of pregnancy (it's literally the plot jshdbf), mentions of sex (no smut scenes), soft Mingyu D:

➝ word count: 4.6~k

A/N: hi! it's been some time since i write this couple. ngl i miss them so much and it gets me a little giddy to see them still popping up in my notif haha. anyway! i'm posting this as a celebration for my 3k milestone, i really i wish i could've written more but i'm happy with how this turns out and i hope this suffice hehe thank you for the love you've been giving to my daisy and please enjoy!! do tell me what you think about it🩷

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You have a set of problems.

You’re pregnant.

You don’t know how to tell Mingyu and Gyuri.

And, last but absolutely not least because it’s the one that you think is the biggest of them all:

3. Gyuri just told you she doesn’t want a sibling anymore.

Biting your lip to the point where it almost bleeds, all sorts of feelings run through you as you stare at the three pregnancy tests in front of you. All of them are positive, which didn’t come off as a much of a surprise, if you’re being completely honest.

You noticed the symptoms almost immediately weeks ago, but you didn’t want to jump into conclusions and a part of you wanted to brush them off as something else–everything else. Oh, you threw up? Perhaps you ate something wrong. Oh, you’re lightheaded? You definitely didn’t sleep enough the night before. Oh, your period is late? Happens sometimes when you’re a little too stressed.

You were just delaying taking the test. But, deep down, you knew.

How could you not when you and Mingyu haven’t been using any sort of protection for the past year? It’s not that you’re trying for a kid, but the both of you have decided that whatever happens, happens. You’ve seen a lot of people hoping to conceive and unfortunately not get pregnant even after years have passed.

If you somehow get pregnant without even trying, you’ll just accept that it’s what you’re meant to do.

Plus, you don’t think the both of you would ever be ready for a kid if you plan to have one–nor the emotional baggage that would come if you decide to try only to find out you’re not pregnant just yet.

So, after a lot of thinking and Gyuri’s 7th birthday last year, the both of you agree to just forego protections since. If you end up getting pregnant, it’ll just be a pleasant surprise. You both would love to be pregnant, and you’d like to think you’re mentally (and financially) prepared enough from that point onwards.

Okay.

First thing first.

“Baby?” Mingyu knocks on the bathroom door, wondering if something’s wrong because you’re way too silent and it’s been a whole ten minutes since you’ve excused yourself to the bathroom. “You okay?”

You blink back the tears at his voice, still staring at the pregnancy tests in front of you. You’re happy, you really are, and you know Mingyu would be elated.

But Gyuri?

It was just last month that she declared she’s not up for the sister life.

“Ma, I don’t think I want siblings anymore.” She said out of nowhere when she was cuddling with you. Mingyu was outside the city for a business trip, so the two of you decided to have a girls’ night; complete with the disney movies, pizzas, ice cream, and everything else that definitely left Gyuri too high on sugar by the end of the night.

“Yeah?” You tried to indulge her, though something inside you dropped at the revelation. Gyuri had always been excited at the prospect of being a sister, and she played the older sister role very well with Junseo, Jennie’s son. What changed? “Why?”

“Junseo is enough.” She shrugged, playing with the material of your pajamas. “Also… I don’t want to lose you.”

You laughed at that, but quickly got concerned when Gyuri seemed to be fairly serious about what she had just said.

“You wouldn’t lose me, Flower.” You reminded her with a kiss and a tight hug. “What made you think so?”

“You’d need to take care of the baby all the time…” she trailed off, and you once again wondered what made Gyuri to be this much attuned to her own feelings when she’s only seven. “Dunno… I just want you and Papa for myself.”

“Oh, my little Lili.” You pulled away at her words, cupped her face and reminded her that you’d never abandon her, siblings or not. She didn’t look convinced, though you couldn’t blame her because you kind of understood where she’s coming from.

Gyuri had been an only child for all her life. It was probably a little lonely, but she received all the love she needed and wanted from every single person around her. When Junseo came around, she was just excited that she finally had a friend, some sort of distant relative, and she readily took the older sister role for him.

But you knew sometimes she found him annoying. They’re kids, could you blame them? But Gyuri was a little too mature for her own good, and she’d just run to you or Mingyu when Junseo annoyed her instead of fighting him like any other child her age would. She wouldn’t even cry out of frustration.

She’d frown, try to tell Junseo off, and if he still didn’t listen, she’d just leave and settle by her parents’ side.

It worried you, if you’re to be completely honest. You and Mingyu had never asked her to suppress her feelings, but Gyuri rarely threw a tantrum and the both of you had been worried that it would eat her inside out at some point.

“Just me, you, and Papa.” She closed the discussion, hugging you tighter and eventually falling asleep on your lap.

“Daisy?” Mingyu tries once again, and even calls your name when you still don't answer. You take a deep breath and straighten your posture. Okay, no use doing a grand announcement to Mingyu. He’d be happy either way and you’d rather tell him immediately. You both have more important things to think about than a surprise: Gyuri’s possible reaction to this.

“Coming,” you finally answer before opening the door.

Mingyu looks concerned, not wasting any second to ask if you’re okay. He’s a little startled when you grasp his hands, holding them tight before asking him not to freak.

“Daisy, you’re scaring me.”

You manage to give him a smile though, because despite the worries, you are happy to know you’re pregnant. There’s a life growing inside you–a baby that is both a mix of you and your husband.

As much as you worry about Gyuri, you’re still giddy at the fact that you’re finally pregnant–that your family is growing. And a part of you is relieved that Gyuri’s reaction is the only thing that seems to be of concern. Everything else is fine. If there’s any problem, they’re not big enough for you to think of them now.

Perhaps seeing Mingyu helps too. Because now you’re biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning too hard. You just knew his reaction would be priceless and you can’t wait to let him know about your current situation.

“Daisy, don’t play with me.” He frowns at the sudden change of your mood, but complies when you pull him into the bathroom.

He’s a little confused when you keep your silence, and he’s just about to ask again when he notices the sticks in front of the mirror. You feel him freeze for three whole seconds, and you finally grin when he turns to you, as if making sure that it’s what he thinks it is.

You nod even if he’s not saying anything, and it’s him who surprises you because Mingyu tears up and he almost whimpers if not for the fact that you jump to hug him. The whole situation is a little funny, but it’s not appropriate to laugh just yet so you let him have his moment. Years from now when your kids are old enough to understand, you'll definitely bring this up just so you can all tease him together.

He sniffles as he buries his head on your shoulder, which you’re sure is very uncomfortable due to his height. Mingyu doesn’t seem to care though, and he hugs you tighter like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Gyu?” You finally call him after a while, and he lets you pull away so he can look at you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glossy and he’s still sniffling as if to hold back his tears.

You've seen this before. Twice, to be exact. The first time was when he finally proposed properly (whatever that meant) even though he already knew you'd say yes. The second time was on your wedding day, when you finally reached him at the end of the aisle with Gyuri holding your hand.

You smile softly as you search for his face, then you cup his face to pull him down for a gentle kiss. The feel of his breath against your face still makes you fuzzy inside, and when Mingyu presses his lips deeper into yours, a giggle escapes your lips until eventually he joins in, bringing you back in time and to some other universe where you go to the same highschool together, and you're a high-school couple still fresh in love.

“When should we go to the doctor?”

“We can go tomorrow?” You offer, reminding him his parents are in town. “Leave Lili with your mom? And then we can tell her too after.”

“Tomorrow it is.” He squeezes you once more with a happy grin, but only then realizes that you’re holding something back. “You okay?”

“Lili is in the living room with Wonwoo and the others, right?” He nods. “Let’s talk in our room, then.”

You haven’t been able to tell Mingyu about your talk with Gyuri that day and now seems like the perfect time to do so. He listens to you quietly, and you see the way his face falls as you tell him everything, the way it clicks to him why his daughter seems more reluctant to play with Junseo nowadays.

“I’m happy, Gyu. I really am. But Lili…”

“We’ll talk to her. Let’s think about it after the doctor appointment tomorrow, okay?”

You nod. It’s almost magic the way you relax at his words and his touch. And as you catch Mingyu looking at your stomach with a dazed smile, you let yourself be happy and push your worry to the back of your mind.

[✾✾✾]

Mingyu cries when the doctor does the ultrasound and confirms you’re pregnant.

[✾✾✾]

“What about names?”

You laugh at the big puppy that is your husband. Sometimes you wonder what would Seungkwan do if he ever catches Mingyu like this. For someone that is practically a big pile of mush when it comes to you, Mingyu is unexpectedly very good at keeping it low at work.

You thought he’d crack with Seungkwan eventually. But no. Even when you’re out for a friendly dinner after work, Mingyu would keep the PDA to a minimum. There’s some sort of pride battle going on between the two men that you’d never be able to figure out.

“I think we’d need to find out about the gender first before starting to pick names, Gyu."

“I mean… we can always just look for unisex names first…” He pouts a little, which urges you to kiss him. So you do exactly that, catching him by surprise though he’s definitely not complaining.

Mingyu hums into the kiss, his palm cupping your face and his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

“You’re very excited about this, aren’t you?” You pull away, just enough distance between your lips to talk.

“Mhm.” He drops another peck before entirely pulling away. He pauses before he continues, his palm never leaving your face as some sort of melancholy fills his eyes. “I didn’t… get to do this during… well, Gyuri’s pregnancy process.”

Your lips drop open to say something–anything. But nothing comes out, and you also know that anything you might’ve said regarding that part of his past wouldn’t help. So you decide to talk about what’s to come instead.

“Well, now we get to do this together for the first time.” You grasp the hand that’s on your face to give it a squeeze. “As long as we’re together, right?”

He tears up again, and you hold yourself back from teasing him and instead grin before you pull him into another kiss.

As long as you’re together.

[✾✾✾]

It’s almost a month later that you decide it’s time to let Gyuri know. You’ve told both of your families and your close circles, and while you initially thought you’d tell Gyuri once you start showing, after talking to your mom and Mingyu’s, they both agree that it’d be better to tell her sooner rather than later.

And here you are in her bedroom, sitting beside her as you break the news.

“But… I told you I don’t want a sibling.” She tears up. And as much as you’re ready for this reaction, it still breaks your heart to hear her say this again.

Mingyu drops to his knee to look into her eyes, his palms grabbing her small hands as he carefully chooses his next words.

“Can you tell me why?” Ha asks softly, and when Gyuri sniffles, her lips trembling as she stares back at him, he’s suddenly reminded of those years he had Gyuri all by himself. The time when he insisted that he could do it alone, that he didn’t need anyone’s help, and that Gyuri was his so he’d do everything on his own.

That he owed her that much.

It’s… been quite some time since he spent some time with her, huh? After you come into the picture, it never occurs to him that he might need to spend some alone time with Gyuri. The kid also seems happy with you around, and the last time he had gone out only with Gyuri had probably been… months ago when you went on a business trip.

“You told Mama already, yeah?” he tries one more time, and when she nods, he continues. “I want to hear from you, though. Can you tell me?”

“I don’t… want to share you and Mama.”

Mingyu nods, then tells her how you’d love her still, that none of you are leaving her behind, that you need her to be with you.

“We will need you more because of this, Lili.” You caress her head. “I will need you to help me. Not only because of your sister or brother. We need you. Mama and Papa always do.”

“But–but you’ll still need to take care of the baby a lot…”

“Flower, we will take care of you both. No favorites, we promise. Please don’t think we’ll stop taking care of you because of the baby, okay?”

Gyuri shakes her head, and this time she drops her gaze to avoid yours as her lips start to tremble again. You share a worried look with Mingyu. You know Gyuri doesn’t want a sibling, and this is actually a problem that a lot of families have, but you still don’t have a clear grasp of how much this actually bothers her.

The both of you watch as Gyuri turns and falls into Mingyu’s embrace then circles her arms around his neck. She’s not sobbing, which is good, but it’s concerning just how upset she seems to be.

“Lili?”

She shakes her head, seemingly done with the conversation.

Mingyu throws you a look, then signs you to leave for a bit because, at the end of the day, Gyuri is still more honest with him than she is with you. Perhaps he can coax her a bit more like this. Just like the old times.

He takes her in his arms and sits on her bed, simply holds her on his lap as he lets her have her moment.

“Flower, will you look at me?”

She’s reluctant, but she pulls away and Mingyu almost regrets asking her to because she looks crestfallen. Is the idea of having a sibling that upsetting?

“It’s been long since it’s just us two, huh?” He says instead, smiling a little. Does she even remember the time when it’s just the two of them? She was three before you came into their lives. “I always share you with Mama now.”

“Papa miss Lili?”

“All the time.” He answers without missing a beat. “But Mama also does, that’s why I don’t mind sharing you with Mama. Do you want me to be selfish and take you for myself instead?”

Gyuri frowns and shakes her head. “No. Lili wants to be with Mama too.”

“You like Mama a lot, huh?”

She nods but doesn’t elaborate.

“Do you think we will stop loving you if you share us with your sibling, Li?”

The words from her lips come out as a mumble. Mingyu doesn’t really get what she’s saying, but he’s satisfied that she’s open to talk now.

“You know, when you were a baby, I didn’t want to share you with Grandma and Grandpa.” He says, thumb rubbing against her cheek. “I was afraid they’d take you away from me.”

“Why would they steal me from you?” She giggles at the prospect of her grandparents taking her away from him.

“I was just afraid I was not a good Papa for you.” Gyuri seems to have a hard time understanding this, tilting her head adorably that earns her a soft kiss on the forehead. “But Grandma and Grandpa just wanted to help. They didn’t want to take you away from me.”

She blinks at him, trying to see where this is going.

“The baby… won’t take us away from you, Lili. I know you’re worried, but I promise we will always, always love you. It’s because of you Mama and Papa are together, you know?”

Her eyes dim at the mention of the baby once again, and he tries to be patient for her sake, caressing her hair as he tells her a thousand reasons why you, him, and the baby need her. That she’s not getting left behind in any way.

“That’s not it.” She starts, her voice small. But her next words are never ones he expected. “Lili… is not Mama’s baby.”

It takes Mingyu a few seconds to understand what she’s saying, and when he does, he’s cold with the realization that this scenario is also possible.

You were insecure about being a mother figure to Gyuri, afraid that you’re not enough for her. He has never imagined the same kind of insecurity would be present on Gyuri’s end.

She’s… insecure because she’s not your blood and this baby would be?

“Oh, Kim Gyuri…” He hugs her again, the puzzle finally clicking. “You’ll always be Mama’s baby. She loves you a lot. Remember when she took care of you when you were sick a long time ago? She wasn’t your Mama yet but she played with you and took care of you anyway.”

Gyuri probably doesn’t. But Mingyu does. How could he not when it’s probably the start of his relationship with you?

“Do you want to talk about this with Mama?” He tries softly. “I think she will be able to understand more if you do.”

“Mama won’t be mad?”

He smiles at her worries, shaking his head and assuring her you wouldn’t be mad at all. “She will be sad if you’re upset, though. Do you want Mama to be sad?”

“No…”

“Let’s go?”

She nods and asks him to carry her. When they arrive in the master bedroom, you look up from the bed, looking concerned still.

Gyuri doesn’t say anything, but leans to you and reaches out her arms so you’ll take her instead.

“Hi, baby.” You kiss her head. “How are you feeling?”

She shrugs, but she leans on your shoulder and lets you caress her hair. Mingyu sends you a look. Apparently, whatever talk they had hasn’t really resulted in anything, not that you expect her to change her mind just like that. Still, Mingyu mouths something about asking Gyuri, so you do.

“You wanna tell me something?” She hesitates, so you do it first. “Can I share something with Lili, then?”

At her nod, you take a deep breath before you start.

“I’m afraid Lili won't like me anymore because of the baby.”

“What? No… Lili always like Mama.” She frowns. “Lili just… Baby…”

Mingyu sits on the bed next to you, encouraging Gyuri to continue as he tells her it’s okay. You look at him in question, but he doesn’t give you any answer. Perhaps the talk did result in something, after all.

“Mama won’t be mad, I promise.” He adds, making you even more confused. “Do you want me to tell Mama instead?”

She nods, burying her face on your shoulder to hide.

You urge Mingyu to talk, hugging Gyuri closer to reassure her that you’re not going to be mad at all.

“She said she’s not… your baby. But the baby will be.”

Huh.

What?

You need a moment to take that, Gyuri–what?

“Lili, what makes you think you’re not my baby?” You ask sadly, wondering if it’s okay to pull her away from your embrace. “I choose to love you, baby. And I will need you to help me take care of me now, not only the baby. Having this baby means I will need you around me more often, you know?”

You and Mingyu spend about another thirty minutes reassuring Gyuri nonstop, thirty long minutes that is luckily not spent calming her tears down. You don’t even know if that’s what you’re supposed to do; should you be giving her space instead?

But that’s always the thing about parenting, isn’t it? Sometimes you make the wrong choice and Gyuri gets the end of it, and sometimes you think you’ve pushed her too much only for Gyuri to actually get the message and fix her mistakes.

“And, you know, I think baby told me that they’re already very excited to see you.” You try another approach. “When this baby is born, you would need to teach them how to play and to draw and to use the bubble bath. Mama and Papa are too old for that.”

This seems to get her attention, and she asks if she can ask them to play with her big barbie house that Junseo seems to hate with all his heart.

“Anything you want, Flower. This baby is going to be your sibling, you can ask each other to play everything if you want, would you do that?”

“Hmm… Is it a brother or a sister?”

You share a smile with Mingyu at last. She’s no longer declining the idea, at least.

“We don’t know yet. Do you have a preference?”

“As long as they’re not annoying like Junseo.”

That you can’t be sure of, but you laugh with her to ease her mind. For all its worth, you’re actually a little touched that Gyuri cares that much about being your flesh and blood. It’s going to be different, your love for her and your love for the baby growing inside you. But you don’t think it would have anything to do with one of them being your own blood.

No.

It’s true. You choose to love Gyuri. She’s not your biological child, and you practically fell in love with her from the first time you saw her by herself in SVT Inc.’s building. But it’s not as easy as people believe it to be to keep on loving her. You have to constantly think about the line you need to keep as someone who’s not her mom, but you definitely care for her and love her too much to be just another person in her life.

Gyuri also depends on you a lot, sometimes even foregoing her father just so she can bask in your comfort. And after the whole fighting episode that ended up with Mingyu proposing to you, she’s even more clingy after it’s clear that she’s allowed to call you her Mama.

“So there’s… a baby… inside you?” She asks after a while, looking at you with wonder.

You take her hand with a smile and place her palm on your stomach. Obviously, none of you can feel anything just yet, but you tell her you’ll be able to in a few months and you'd like it if she’ll be there for it.

“You will have a lot of big sister things to do.” You tell her seriously. Gyuri likes having responsibilities (it’s definitely the perfectionism and hard-working tendency from her father), and if there’s any way where you can make her feel that she’s needed, you’re ready to let Gyuri do whatever she chooses to do. “Decorate the baby’s room, buy new toys, hmm… What more do you think we need to do, Gyu?”

Mingyu grins as you ask him this, and he pretends to think also before throwing the question to his daughter instead.

“What else, Li?”

She takes her time to think, which melts your heart to the point of nonexistence because you didn’t expect her to take things this seriously. And when she finally knows what to say, you almost tear up because you didn’t expect her to say that at all.

“Buy Mama a lot of food?” She offers, a frown on her face. “Eunji says her mom eats a lot when pregnant, is that true?”

“Oh, my baby.” You hug her hard and melt against her body. Gyuri is going to turn eight this year, and whilst she’s almost too big for you to hold now, sometimes it feels like she’s just the small girl you met five years ago. Has it really been five years since you’ve met her and Mingyu? “That is true, alright. And I think some people eat sooooo much ice cream during their pregnancy, will you eat them with me?”

Gyuri giggles at your exaggeration, though of course she happily nods at the prospect of too much dessert.

“I will make a list!” She suddenly jumps in excitement, wiggling on your lap. “So many toys to buy. Can I sleep with the baby? When will the baby come? What do they like?”

You tear up at the change of attitude, so it’s Mingyu who answers even if he wants to tease you about it.

“In nine months. And they will like whatever you get them. But don’t buy too much just yet, okay?”

“That’s so long!” She gasps.

“Yeah, but that means we’ll be all prepared, right?” He grins at her, one arm going around you while his other hand ruffles Gyuri’s hair. “You need to practice to be a big sister, too! Will you be able to do it?”

Gyuri nods vigorously, promising that she will be the bestest sister ever. “And I will help you too, Ma. You will call Lili everytime you need help?”

At this point, you’re already crying as you nod. Gyuri panics a little, tries her best to wipe your tears when Mingyu assures her that you’re crying because you’re happy.

“Do you want to see a picture of the baby? You can’t see them clearly, though.”

Surprisingly, Gyuri shakes her head. But before you can worry yet again, she beams and says she wants everything to be a surprise. “But tell me when you find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“You can come with us to the doctor when we find out, Flower.”

She squeals in excitement, the previous stand on wanting to be a big sister seems to have returned. Gyuri starts to ramble about the amusement parks and all her favorite places that she wants to visit with the baby, and you finally share a relieved smile with Mingyu.

He leans forward to peck your lips, whispering that he’s excited for another beginning for your family. The smile on his face is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. With his heart full, he hugs you both tighter into his chest and simply laughs when Gyuri whines, asking him to let go.

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You should mess with Jim - 5

Summary: You woke up in his bed, by yourself, to find Big Jim cooking you breakfast. Then you have sex.

A/N: I don't even know, they took control. The next part will be the continuation of their sweet encounter, I promise! <3 Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please tell me hahahahah <3

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Oral, M receiving.

Jim woke up in the early morning, feeling warm, feeling different. It took a while for him to recognize the warmth at his back as you.

He was the little spoon, for the first time ever.

He smiled, your arm heavy around his body, your hand possessively sprawled over his chest. He didn’t know what you were dreaming of, but you were draped around him, hugging him tight.

He chuckled softly, and you nuzzled his back in your sleep, grumbling.

Jim waited until your arms relaxed and scooted out of bed.

For a moment, he watched you sleep and thought of his choices. How his fear of commitment made him settle into a lifestyle without companionship.

He did talk about his work, and while you’re a fan, you didn’t mention it. You look at him with lust, but it’s… different. You even said he is gorgeous.

Jim sighed and pulled his pajama pants off, moving into the shower.

He tried not to think about the girlfriends he tried to have, and all the times they tried to make him stop working, and wouldn’t understand that he couldn’t. Jim didn’t think he could have another work, he couldn’t be a part of society anymore… He had been in porn for too long. It didn’t matter anyway, the first flick marked you forever.

What he did set him apart from other people; what he did was dirty. Improper. People looked at him differently the moment they knew. They treated him differently.

Jim dried himself off, then went back to the bedroom, naked. He smiled at your sleeping form and got a pair of shorts. Breakfast.

You would need the energy to deal with him, he was hungry.

For food too.

He moved to the kitchen, deciding to wake you up once he had breakfast ready. But sometime while he was frying some bacon, he felt your arms around his chest. You hummed, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Good morning, sweets.” He rumbled, turning to hug you tight. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” You nuzzled him and kissed his cheeks. “So comfortable…”

“The bed?” Jim asked, turning to the frying pan.

“And you. Damn, you’re comfortable.” You chuckled, sitting at the table. Jim smiled to himself as he started serving the plates. “I had the best dreams. I dreamed I was hugging a huge teddy bear.”

“Oooh, that’s probably why I woke as the little spoon.” He teased, putting some bacon and eggs in front of you. “Don’t blush! I liked it. There’s always a first for everything.”

“Jim!” You whined, covering your face with your hands. He felt this need to just carry you back to bed and ravish you, but… He was somewhat of a gentleman. You giggled, the sound making him feel warm. “Oh, god, did I really make you the little spoon?”

“Uhum.” Jim nodded and sat in front of you, after pouring coffee for both of you. “You were holding me so tight. Did someone want to steal the bear in your dream?”

You stared at him, shocked. He laughed, delighted.

“I hope you don’t make it a habit,” Jim said, starting to eat. “I actually like being the big spoon.”

Jim watched as you quickly focused on the food, the mere suggestion of continued intimacy making you skittish. Made him want to hunt you, chase you until you’re under his body, screaming in pleasure. Soon enough.

He made you eat and offered a shower, which you accepted eagerly. Jim moved to the bedroom, laying back on the bed, petting his belly, his cock hardening in expectation. He took his shorts off and threw them off the bed almost as an afterthought.

You looked almost shy at his bedroom door, wrapped in a towel. You looked a bit insecure, shuffling your feet.

“C’mere, sweetie.” He patted the bed. “Lose the towel.”

You walked slowly toward the bed, then stopped right beside it and dropped the towel

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Jim said softly, grabbing his cock and squeezing himself. “I can’t wait to touch you. C’mon, don’t make me wait.”

He sounded almost desperate, pleading. You smiled to yourself, blushing, and climbed on the bed hiding your face on his chest.

“I keep thinking of all the beautiful women you…” You muttered against his chest, feeling him shift, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you close.

“I’m not sure they were attracted to me.” He interrupted, and you could feel his breath on your hair. “Hell, I wasn’t attracted to them sometimes. It’s work, we’re hired to give other people pleasure. This is different.”

Jim placed his thigh between yours, pressing your lower back, so you can grind against him.

“I want you.” He said, looking into your eyes, and grabbing your hips, pushing you down against his thigh. “I want you so much.”

You whimpered, kissing his neck, his chin, his cheek.

“I can’t believe I have you here… I’m touching you…” You moaned, your hands on his shoulders. “You’re like a fantasy come true. So gorgeous.”

He watched you, smiling, your eyes wide, glinting as you felt his chest, squeezing his pecs, his biceps. He felt your hands and lips over his skin, sliding, pressing; you were worshipping him.

Jim blushed, as you caressed and kissed his skin. You were like a fluttering presence over and around him, your skin, soft, brushing as you moved. Your lips dried with every kiss, then you paused, licked your lips, and there was the seductive slippery moisture back. He grunted, caressing your skin where he could reach as you squirmed over him.

You moved down his body, your hands open over his belly. He felt a bit self-conscious… Jim knew he wasn’t in the best shape. His mind flashed briefly with shame, with the thought he should be more like his coworkers, muscular and lean, but he caught you looking up at him, with a bright smile, your eyes unfocused. You looked so… Happy.

“Sweetie…” He sounded almost like a warning. Your hands moved to his hips, grabbing, his cock resting against his belly, leaking a puddle of precome.

“That’s how I know you’re enjoying this.” You said, holding his cock gently and raising it with your fingertips delicately, licking the precome from his belly.

“Hmmm?” He grunted, confused. You could feel his cock pulsing, you could see it flowing from him abundantly; it made your mouth water. His blue eyes were focused on your lips, as you licked them. “Jesus, woman…”

You blushed, shyly giggling. You looked like you were hiding something, and he wanted to know. He needed to know everything about you, he needed to consume you. He took a deep breath.

“What?” The question sounded like an order, one impossible to resist or ignore. You whined, hiding your face. His hand cradled your head, palm pressing up, raising your face to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I noticed on the videos… When you’re enjoying yourself, your cock gets so hard, and pulses…” You grabbed the base of his cock firmly and slid your hand up; he was all slippery. “So much precome… The wetter it is, the more aroused you are. It makes my mouth water.”

“You noticed…” Jim looked at you in wonder. It seemed such a small detail to notice, something that would need some mindful observation over a continued amount of time. It filled him with some indistinctive form of joy, the idea that you got off on his pleasure, that you kept watching him, and watching, to the point you noticed some particular detail. He kept looking down, eyes wide, mouth half open, as you suckled on the head, soft grunts escaping from his mouth.

You hummed, sucking greedily on him, and part of him felt sad there wasn’t a camera there to capture the beauty of your pleasured expression. He knew the camera would only capture a fraction of it, but he couldn’t rely on his mind only to retain that image. You looked up and he growled, tugging on your hair.

“Enough.” He gruffed, trying to pull you from him, but you just sucked harder, grabbing his hips. “Fuck, sweetie, you keep this, and I… Jesus fucking Christ, woman, I’ll come. I won’t be able to…” He trailed off into a moan.

You didn’t release him, instead, you sucked harder, one hand tight against the base, unwilling to let go. You kept sliding more of him into your mouth, hungrily. He moaned, his eyes closing, his body tense and tight, one hand grabbing at your hair, the other at your arm.

Jim looked down at you, his eyes half-lidded, grunting. He held your head with both hands and thrust up eagerly but gently, he didn’t want to hurt you or make you gag.

You whined, swallowing around him, your eyes glinting with unshed tears.

“So good to me…” He moaned. “Gonna make me come, sweetie.” A grunt cut his train of thought, and he needed a couple of moments to wade through the pleasure. “Gonna fill your beautiful, slutty mouth.”

You swallowed as he came, in thick spurts, his shaft pulsing violently against your tight lips. He moaned and grunted, as he thrust up until it became almost too sensitive. Jim hissed; you tried to pull away, but he held your head, gently.

“No, no, no…” He petted your cheek. “Suck me dry, baby.” His voice sounded strained, and he moaned. “Swallow it all.”

Jim released your head, his soft cock slipping through your lips. He combed your hair gently, as he pulled you up to rest on his chest. He breathed deeply, petting your back.

“Give me one second to catch my breath.” His eyes fluttered close, a wide smile taking his face. You giggled, nuzzling him.

“Enjoy. You can use your mouth and your fingers to… retribute soon.” You chuckled, petting his chest.

“I’ll need a bit more to recover my wits so I can answer.” He chuckled, squeezing your body against his.

“You’re looking giddy.” Jim softly said after a while, with an amused tone of voice. You couldn’t help but feel giddy, his pleasure was visible and obvious.

“It’s good to see you come, but it’s even better to feel it, to hear it.” You said, blushing. “I’m proud I did that.”

“You should be.” He squinted at you, smiling, and you burst into laughter. “Really. A huge part of my job is keeping my cool until they get all the angles, and…”

You pressed your face against his side and bit him lightly.

“Ow.” Jim looked mock hurt. “I’m just praising my good girl for being the hungriest little whore I’ve ever met, making me nut like a teenager in her mouth.”

You giggled, feeling warm all over, and watched his face until the joke died and you were just looking into each other’s eyes.

“I want to please you.” You said softly, crawling over him; you kissed him deeply, on his lips, sliding your tongue against his until you were both breathless. “I want to see you come… For me.”

“Fuck.” He squeezed you tightly against him.

***

You two fell back into a comfortable silence and you reached a place of almost sleep, your body moving with his breathing, his arm a solid presence over your back.

He looked so much more beautiful up close, relaxed. And his noises… His voice… You took deep breaths, thinking of the stickiness between your legs.

You really wanted to please him. He gave you so much pleasure, maybe not in person, but with his image. The way he moved, his noises… You paid for it all by watching advertising and acquiring subscriptions to sites that made you feel ashamed of yourself. But you also came so many times thinking of his eyes, his hands, his wide chest, his thighs... And now he was there, under your fingertips.

You wanted to give back.

You wanted to feel… To see him trembling under you, his eyes unfocused, lost in his own pleasure.

He snored, which made you chuckle. You could wait.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

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Angelic…

Designer!Mitsuya x VSAngel!Fem!reader

Sypnosis: Mitsuya seeing you modeling as a Victoria Secret Angel. TW!: slightly suggestive, mentions of starvation, groping(if you squint).

You and Mitsuya have always been really close friends, ever since you were his muse in middle school. Parting ways after high school, you soon reconnected at a show you were modeling for. He then offered you a spot as a model for his clothing line and you happily accepted, grateful to be working with an old friend of yours.

Time: 3:54 a.m

“ugh..” Mitsuya groaned in annoyance realizing how late it was. He’s spent the whole day brainstorming a new design to spice up his store. Mitsuya Designs hasn’t been doing great lately and the lilac haired boy wanted to try something different, hoping that his brand would be alive again.

“what’s something that will have everyone talking…” Mitsuya spoke to himself, questioning what would look good on you. He’s never thought of you romantically or sexually, but the thought of you in lingerie made his face red and his pants tight. Though he’d never put you in a position that made you uncomfortable, he wondered if you’d actually want to model half-naked, recalling you as being the “daring” type. “it wouldn’t hurt to ask” he thought to himself. Time: 5:02 a.m

“shit.” Mitsuya quickly organized his desk and got into bed, checking his phone after noticing a few messages from you.

Y/n 😁

y/n: takaaaaa come by and watch my show this weekend!

*invitation pic*

there’s gonna be an after party at *famous bar in Tokyo*, I already told everyone you’d be my plus one so don’t even try to cancel on me 🤗

Mitsuya: Wow can’t believe your modeling for another brand

#fake

but yeah I’ll be there 🙄 I need some ideas for my designs anyways 😛

Mitsuya laughed at how you basically told everyone he was your date. After putting the date and address on his calendar, he fell asleep excited to see you.

Time skip: Saturday, 5:25 p.m

Mitsuya had been waiting for you to make an appearance on stage for the past 2 hours. He didn’t know much about this “Victoria Secret” brand but was surprised realizing how many people came to the show. They had Atleast 100 models styling the brands new launch of pajama sets; Mitsuya soon figured out that plaid booty shorts and thin tank tops is what’s popular at the moment. The boy found it boring, not understanding why so many people came to see girls in cheap pjs and soon fell asleep on his chair, waiting on your arrival.

Y/n’s POV

“Damn, I look hot as fuck right now. Cutting on the donuts was worth it.” You laughed, as you checked yourself out in the mirror. “Girl, aren’t donuts your fav!? How did you have the willpower to stay away from them?” Adriana (LIMA 😍), a famous model / coworker of yours asked as she fidgeted with her outfit, getting it in the perfect place. “She starved herself, duh! It’s what we all do when we’re getting ready for a fashion show” Alessandra (AMBROSIO 😘) , another fellow model and coworker of yours replied for you. “Omg, your ass looks so good today!” Elsa (HOSK 🤭) yelled as she grabbed and squeezed it in shocked and girly tone. “Girl, it was the Pilates 🤪 we should go together one dayyy” “YESSS” she replied excitingly.

“I wonder how Mitsuya is gonna react to seeing me like this.. it’s a good think I invited him” you thought to yourself and giggled softly about how this would affect your friendship with him. You started thinking of Mitsuya romantically ever since middle school, when you were his muse. You never confessed your feelings to him though, chickening out at the thought of him not liking you like that and only seeing you as a sister. Sometimes, you were glad you didn’t ask him out after noticing his type was the total opposite of you. But then again… maybe that’s why none of those girls and him worked out. 😉

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for… our Victoria Secret Angels!!!

The announcer of the show yelled, startling Mitsuya into waking him up. He rubbed his eyes only to see a girl in a skimpy low cut one piece leotard with a mesh middle, exposing her stomach, walk up to the front of the runway, causing the crowd to go wild in cheer and applause. “what the..!?” Mitsuya thought to himself as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He thought this Victoria Secret brand was a lame pajama store. Oh how wrong he was…

The next “angel” came out in a short lacey nighttime dress. She then bent over slightly to reveal the new line of garters and stockings they were selling. Mitsuya’s face went hot at the thought of you doing the same. The lilac haired boy was a little surprised that the store was designed to sell lingerie, but what made him shocked was the variety of the most famous models in the world! These girls were millionaires and were all in the top 100 hottest girls globally. Now is when he realized how much he underestimated you.

About 25 angels came out showing off their lingerie pieces to support the “sex in the city” inspired line. Considering there’s only 25 angels, Mitsuya contemplated how hard you have to work to be one of them.

And last but not least… y/n l/n!

Mitsuya’s heart sank as he heard the announcer call your name. The boy went wide eyed as he saw you walk out in a milk white brassiere, thong, and angel wings. The lingerie accentuated your curves and your 6-inch heels graced the floor with a clacking noise every time you took a step. Your catwalk was perfect. Your hips swayed and your toned stomach looked amazing with a Diamond belly button piercing hanging from it. Mitsuya was mesmerized by your beauty, and so was everyone else. He snapped out of his spellbound state and winced at the sound of everyone clapping and yelling. A tsk came out of the boy as the group of men sitting next to him were doing the “whistle”. Creeps. No wonder a bunch of nobodies got VIP front row tickets…

Mitsuya looked back over to you and couldn’t help but stare at your plump breasts as they jumped when you walked and how they were about to spill out of your tight corset/bra. “How can you even breathe in that!?” He thought to himself. All of this was too much for him and he was thinking of running to the bathroom to fix the problem between his legs, but he just couldn’t force himself to look away from you.

Y/n POV

As you make your way to the front of the stage, you notice Mitsuya sitting in the chair right in front of you. You can’t help but look down at him and wink when you see him in a hot and bothered state. Your hair was flowy, your makeup was flawless, and your confidence was higher than the roof at the moment. You subconsciously turned around and did a hair flip as you showed off your perky ass in a velvet thong. You glance at Mitsuya to make sure his eyes are on you the whole time and he looks like he’s about to faint on the spot. You smile at that. You walk away, butt bouncing as you turn around to face the crowd one more time and wave smiling. You know what they say, they save the best for last 💋.

Mitsuya’s POV

Mitsuya had never seen you look so… amazing before. You truly were angelic. His hard-on was painful and he was excited to see you at the after party, wondering if anything would happen. Well… atleast he now knows that you’ll model his new lingerie line next.

angelic… part 2 coming soon!

The After Party ->

#mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya smut #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya x you #mitsuya

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Fixer Upper

Part 27

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Part 26

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warnings: drinking, characters get high(weed), killua and Kurapika get into a fist fight, Reader is mentioned to have attempted suicide, mentions of Kurapika planning to kill himself after he finds all of the scarlet eyes

A/N: everyone thank Bug for not only the idea for this chapter, but also for helping to write several scenes!! Without her, Fixer Upper wouldn’t be possible <3

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(Name) set the turkey to bake the night before the gathering, and after that, she went to sleep. She would be waking up in the early hours of the day to cook and do some last minute cleaning, so she would need her sleep.

An alarm was set for 6 am, where she would wake up to check on the turkey before getting everyone else up.

“Kurapika, it’s time to wake up.”

The blonde groaned, sitting up to see (Name) standing at his bedside, looking exhausted. She gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before gently brushing his hair out of his face. “Todays the big day. Let’s get ready, okay?”

He followed her downstairs, where everyone else was already awake and yawning. (Name) stood in front of everyone, wearing her pajamas. “Okay guys, I’m going to give everyone a task that you’ll need to complete before guests get here.”

“Um, (Name), a guest is already here.”

(Name) looked to where Gon was pointing to see Bisky sitting on the couch next to Leorio, eyeing him up. “Hey sweetheart, I decided to get here early, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh um, I don’t mind at all. Please excuse the mess, we’re still getting-“

(Name) watched as Bisky pulled out a wine glass and bottle of wine before pouring herself a drink. “Oh don’t worry about messes, (Name). I’m sure those boys are to blame anyways.”

Killua and Gon shrank under her gaze, the former sticking his tongue out at her. Leorio scratched the back of his head. “So what are our tasks, sunshine?”

“Oh, right.”

Killua and Gon were put on cleaning duty, Leorio and Kurapika were asked to do grocery runs and get the little fire pit ready outside, and Alluka was sat at the kitchen table to help (Name) cook. “I thought Bisky came to help with preparations, but she’s just drinking and watching hallmark movies.”

Leorio walked in, wearing a look of confusion on his face. “So is no one going to stop the 12 year old from drinking her weight in wine?”

“Are you talking about Bisky? She’s nearly 60.”

“60? Yeah and I’m 42.”

Alluka and (Name) glanced at each other then him. “You… look like you’re pushing at least 30, Leorio.”

“30!? IM 21!”

(Name) watched as he sulked out of the room, trying not to laugh. “You’re handsome though!”

The two got back to work, smiling and laughing as they cooked. “Okay Alluka, Zushi is going to be here soon so you two can go play, alright?”

A few hours passed, with (Name) finishing up most of the cooking besides a few items. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to make another cherry pie last minute, but she was able to make another batch of macaroni. She still set Kurapika’s version on the table though, even when Killua walked up and scowled. “Mom, that’s going to give someone food poisoning.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Killua, be nice. Kurapika and-“

“Oh I am being nice, that shit looks like it’s going to come alive at any moment and beg for death-“

“Does it really look that bad?”

Killua paused his rant when Gon appeared in the doorway, looking a little hurt. “I tried my best…”

“Oh, Gon…”

(Name) patted his back, letting him sniffle. Killua grabbed Gon’s sleeve and tugged him away, (Name) watching them go. Ever the curious one, she snuck around the corner to listen in on their conversation.

“Gon, I didn’t know you were the one that fixed it up. I was being too harsh b-“

“Because you thought Kurapika did it? That’s not very nice, Killua.”

She could hear Killua sigh, smiling to herself. She could almost picture his cheeks puffing out in a pout as he looked at his friend. “Well… I just don’t really like him all that much.”

“You keep saying that, but you never tell me why. What did he do to make you hate him so much? He’s never done anything to hurt any of us!”

Killua stayed quiet, (Name) holding a hand over her chest. “I just… don’t like that he can’t just tell mom how he feels. He says he wants to ask her out, but he keeps chickening out. Kurapika is selfish too, he expects her to wait for him forever…”

(Name)’s eyes widened. ‘He… he likes me? He’s been trying to ask me out on a date?’

Her face felt hot, and she stopped listening for a moment until she heard something else of interest. “Come here, Gon. Let’s get back before everyone gets suspicious.”

“Yeah. I love you, Killua.”

“I love you too.”

(Name) peeked her head around just in time to watch Killua give Gon a peck on the cheek, both of the boys blushing. She stared open mouthed for a split second before rushing back to the kitchen.

———————-

The guests started arriving soon after that, the first being Wing and Zushi. Zushi immediately left with Alluka to play outside, while Wing walked into the kitchen to greet (Name).

“Miss (Name), it’s good to see you. Thank you for watching Zushi last month, he really enjoyed it.”

(Name) smiled, shaking his hand. “Oh it was no problem, and just (Name) is fine!”

Wing left to join Leorio on the porch, Kurapika peeking into the kitchen soon after. “Angel, I got the milk and eggs.”

“Oh wow, he came back with the milk. Surprising.”

Kurapika scowled at Killua, narrowing his eyes. “Of course I did, (Name) asked me to.”

“Uh huh. It’s just a bit of a shock to see you doing anything useful around here. Usually you stand around like an idiot while (Name) does all of the work.”

Kurapika’s grip on the shopping bags tightened, (Name) rushing forward. “You two need to stop, you’re being childish. Anymore of this fighting and you’ll both be washing all of the dishes after dinner. And I mean all of them.”

Killua shuddered, looking at the various pots, pans, bowls, and plates littered across the kitchen. “… point taken.”

Kurapika set the groceries on the table, helping to unpack them as (Name) smiled. “Don’t take him too seriously, he’s trying to get under your skin. If you ignore him, he’ll stop eventually. You have to stop giving him a reaction.”

“You’re acting like he’s some kind of wild animal that can’t be tamed. He’s a kid that needs some discipline, you let him get away with everything.”

(Name) scowled. “I don’t let him get away with everything, he usually is really well behaved whne you’re not around. Have you ever thought it’s not him, but you that’s the problem?”

Kurapika paused, feeling a bit hurt. “What did I do to deserve-“

He stopped, sighing softly. They both knew what he did to upset Killua, but Kurapika had hoped he would be past that by now. But at that thought, Kurapika cringed. ‘Oh course he isn’t over it, who would be? (Name) didn’t deserve that…’

Kurapika sighed, throwing the empty shopping bags in the trash. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

(Name) looked up, humming. She had already went back to mashing up potatoes while he sulked. “You can make sure Leorio doesn’t get high before dinner.”

“On it.”

More guests arrived, in the form of Knuckle, Shoot, and Morel. They all brought desserts, which were much appreciated since Kurapika burned the cherry pie. “Aww, these look great!”

“Thanks, we got them from the bakery down the street.”

Morel and Shoot joined Leorio on the porch while Knuckle sat at the kitchen table, watching her cook. “You’ve been working hard, (Name). You made all this?”

“Yeah, but I had some help from Alluka and Menchi-“

“I can tell you did most of the work, (Name). Don’t sell yourself short.”

She nodded, her cheeks warming at the compliment. (Name) leaned towards Knuckle to give him a kiss on the cheek just as Kurapika rounded the corner to ask if she needed any help.

The blonde stared at the two, his eyes gone scarlet. Knuckle was the first to recognize the intense bloodlust emanating from behind him, seeing Kurapika when he turned around. (Name) spotted him as well. “Oh, hey Kurapika!”

Kurapika didn’t respond, only walking over to get, grabbing her arm. “(Name), I need to speak with you for a moment.”

“B-but I have something in the ove-“

Kurapika continued to pull her away, his heart racing and his stomach churning. He couldn’t stand seeing her lips touch another man, it made him seethe with rage.

“Kurapika, what is so important that you need t-“

“Why were you kissing him??”

Kurapika grabbed her by the shoulders, meeting her (e/c) eyes with his scarlet ones. She blinked before answering. “Huh? Because he was being nice to me. It was just a kiss on the cheek, and I can kiss whoever I want.”

His grip tightened slightly, the blonde biting his lip. “(Name), I-“

A knock at the door interrupted the two. (Name) used the small distraction to duck away from Kurapika and towards the door. (Name) wiped her hands off on her apron. “Coming!”

Kurapika followed behind her, attempting to get her attention again as she opened the door. Neither of them were mentally prepared for who would be behind it.

“Hello, (Name). It’s a pleasure.”

Pariston stood behind the door, holding a box of gourmet chocolates, likely bought from the local bakery. He handed them to (Name) before pushing past her into her home.

Behind him was Cheadle and several other people (Name) assumed were zodiac members. She could almost feel Kurapika tense up behind her.

“Chairwoman Cheadle, what a-“

Cheadle sighed as Kurapika began to ask her a question. “When you mentioned the get together (Name) planned, Pariston was determined to attend. I didn’t want those two to cause too much trouble, so I and a few of the Zodiac came as well.”

“Those two? I only saw Parist-“

“Hey babe, miss me?”

(Name)’s face scrunched up in disgust when Ging walked up her driveway, giving her a sly smile. Cheadle slapped a hand over her forehead, rubbing at her temple as if she already had a headache from his presence alone. “Yes, those two.”

Ging walked in, walking over the welcome mat without wiping his feet. He ended up tracking in a lot of mud, causing (Name) to twitch. Cheadle hit Ging on the shoulder. “At least act like you have manners. Take those off on the porch!”

Kurapika seemed tense, the corner of his mouth twitching downward into a nervous frown. (Name) placed a hand on his shoulder to attempt to comfort him, but he shrugged it away. She sighed, putting on a smile for the Zodiac members.

“Well, welcome everyone. Please, take a seat. There’s drinks in the cooler outside.”

They walked in, and Kurapika noticed it was all the members that had been at the meeting the other day. Pyon, Gel, Mizaistom, and Zanzai, along with Ging, Cheadle and Pariston. ‘A bit of a handful, but if everything goes well, maybe this would be a good opportunity to prove that (Name) isn’t a bad person!’

(Name) got them all drinks, smiling sweetly and making idle chat as she did some tidying up. “I’ll be back in a little bit, please make yourselves at home!”

She wiped her hands on her apron before leaving to the kitchen, Kurapika’s eyes on her ass as she left.

“She’s got quite the figure, doesn’t she?”

Kurapika’s cheeks turned bright pink when Pariston sat beside him, following his gaze. “I can see why you like her so much, not only is her nen powerful, she seems like you could put her body to use as well.”

The blonde felt his blood boil. “Don’t you dare speak of her in that way, she’s not an object.”

Pariston laughed, patting Kurapika’s shoulder playfully. “Oh my dear friend, she’s the object of your desires, is she not? You were look at her too, you sly dog. Funny, I thought you were supposed to be the rat zodiac.”

Kurapika was visually uncomfortable, his hand gripping the fabric of his pants. No, Kurapika didn’t just see her as an object to own, he loved her. He was nothing like Pariston!

Right?

“Kurapika!”

He looked up, relaxing ever so slightly when he saw (Name) walking back in. She was carrying a bowl of peach cobbler and ice cream in her hands. “I got you a little snack! I saw you didn’t eat breakfast, so I cut into the peach cobbler a little early.”

He felt his heart melt, the blonde sighing happily as she handed the bowl to him. “(Name)…”

Like the last time it was given to him, the peach cobbler was shaped into a heart, with generous scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Pariston snickered next to him. “Wow, it’s even heart shaped. How… cute. You two… must be very close. That’s interesting, really.”

Kurapika’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the things Pariston was insinuating, or the sinister look in his eye. “We’re not that close.”

Kurapika said this to be cautious, but (Name) tensed behind him. “I… made it how you like it.” she said softly.

Kurapika’s grip on the bowl tightened, and Pariston decided to keep going. “That wasn’t what you were saying in the meeting. Don’t you lo-“

Pariston grinned when Kurapika covered his mouth, the Kurta’s eyes scarlet with anger. “Keep your filthy mouth shut, Pariston.”

(Name) glanced at the other Zodiacs, who all looked bored, besides Ging, who was walking towards her bathroom with a groan.

“Um… I’m going to go… finish dinner.”

She gave Kurapika a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, okay Pika?”

Kurapika nodded, his eyes half lidded and face red as she left. Her touch could always calm him down, and the blonde couldn’t help but watch her leave with a yearning in his soul.

“Your face is as red as your eyes, lover boy.”

Pariston laughed at Kurapika, crossing one leg over the other. “You look like your husband just left for war. I never thought you would be the clingy type, but here we are.”

“I’m… I’m not clingy. (Name) is just important to me…”

He ate his cobbler in silence, pouting. Maybe if (Name) hadn’t made him something and kissed his cheek, he wouldn’t have been teased so much. ‘I’ll just talk to her… Leorio said communication is key.’

The blonde finished his cobbler, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He opened the door, glancing in to see (Name) humming to herself as she chopped up celery. “Kurapika? Did you enjoy the cobbler?”

He was quiet as he set his bowl in the sink. He turned on the water, filling the bowl so it could soak to make it easier for whoever washed dishes later.

“(Name)…”

She looked up, swiping the chopped celery from the cutting board into a strainer with her knife. “Yes, Pika?”

(Name) looked awfully cute in her pink, frilly apron, making the blonde short circuit for a moment before he was able to answer. “Can… can you not embarrass me like that?”

The woman paused, giving him her full attention. With an unreadable expression, she replied. “Excuse me?”

‘Fuck.’

“W-when you kissed by cheek, it was a little embarrassing. The Zodiac are my prestigious colleagues, I don’t want them thinking lesser of me. Showing weakness in front of them isn’t very-“

Her expression was now very readable. She looked hurt and upset, the soft smile she’d been wearing before completely gone. “… think lesser of you? What do you even mean by that? Am… I embarrassing to you?”

Kurapika knew he fucked up, the blonde trying his best to backtrack. “No, no you’re not embarrassing, it’s the way you act that’s emba-“

He cursed to himself, he was just digging himself in further. (Name) stared at him in disbelief, hurt evident on her face. “Are you… being serious, Pika? You think I’m embarrassing?”

He froze, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to explain himself, but he wasn’t able to get anything out. Kurapika stuttered, face flushing in embarrassment as he tried to justify what he said. “Well, it’s just that sometimes you can do things that e-embarrass me. I…”

He went quiet. There were tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, and her lip was quivering. “Sorry, I’ll keep that in mind, Kurapika.”

Kurapika flinched. He wanted to grab at her sleeve and apologize, try to explain himself better, but she was already giving him the cold shoulder, refusing to even look at him. He hated seeing her cry more than anything, especially when he was the cause of her tears.

“(Name), please, I… just listen to me.”

“Sorry, I’m too busy being embarrassing to hear you.”

“(Name)…”

He reached out to grab her shoulder to MAKE her listen to him, but before he could the bathroom door opened. Ging walked out, holding the bottle of Febreze and spraying it. “Yeesh, I feel 10 pounds lighter. Hey (Name)!”

He turned to them, laughing. “Ah, they you are sweetheart. Shitters full, hope ya got a good plunger.”

He patted her shoulder then walked off, leaving both of them grimacing and covering their noses.

“And I’m the embarrassing one? So much for the Zodiac being prestigious…”

Kurapika grimaced. He couldn’t really argue with that, and he didn’t want to either. There was the fact that Ging wasn’t a Zodiac member anymore, but he had been one for a while. There was no excuse, really.

“Leorio, toilets clogged!”

————————

(Name) sat in the kitchen, angrily stirring a pot of cabbage. She hadn’t spoken to Kurapika since he claimed she embarrassed him, and the blonde was currently an emotional wreck. He couldn’t even pretend to keep up appearances, Kurapika openly sulked on the couch as the other guests loitered awkwardly.

“Kurapika, you’re bumming everyone out. What’s up with you?”

The blonde groaned, his head in his hands. “I’m an idiot. The worst.”

“Oh fuck, what did you say to (Name)?”

Kurapika looked up at Leorio, his face miserable. “Why do you think this has to do with (Name)?”

“Because you’re an idiot when it comes to her.”

Leorio wasn’t wrong, Kurapika’s brain did always turn to mush when (Name) was around. “I… said she was embarrassing.”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t say anything worse than the shit you said in York New, you just… go above and beyond.”

A groan left Kurapika’s throat, causing Bisky to glance in his direction. She gave the boy a sympathetic look. “Girl troubles? (Name) told me everything. I should be angry with you but…”

She crossed her legs. “If I’ve learned anything in my old age, it’s that no one would act the way you are now unless they were in love.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “I do love her, I just… I say stupid and hurtful things I don’t mean. I’ve made her cry, now I can’t say I love her. Who makes the one they love cry and think all they are is an embarrassment?”

Bisky placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Everyone says things they don’t mean sometimes. What’s important is fixing that mistake and making sure the person you hurt knows that you care about them. Just talk to her, tell her how you feel.”

Kurapika scowled. “That’s the problem, she isn’t talking to me now. Every time I try to talk to her, she turns up the music on her headphones or gives me the cold shoulder.”

“Yeah, that’s to be expected. Hell, if you called me embarrassing I would have broken up with you then and there.”

“… we’re not dating.”

Bisky blinked a few times. “Ah… with the way you two look at each other, I thought… never mind. Obviously you haven’t gotten lucky yet.”

The pink on Kurapika’s cheeks turned to a bright red, Leorio trying not to crack up beside him. “Th-that’s none of your business!”

Kurapika crossed his arms, looking away as Leorio stood. “You have fun sulking, I’m gonna go get the fire started.”

(Name) sighed in relief, placing the last dish on the table. The food was finally done, all she needed was to cut everything up and set out paper plates for everyone to use!

“Need some help with that, (Name)?”

Kite was leaning against the doorway, giving her a soft smile. It took (Name) a minute to process their presence, and when she did she broke out into goggles. She ran over to hug them, looking up at them with a big smile. “Kite, you made it!”

“Of course I did, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

They helped (Name) get the turkey cut up, along with placing a serving spoon in each dish. She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Finally…”

They ended up having to put two tables together to fit all of the food, and it looked like a feast for a king. If only Menchi could see it, but unfortunately she could only be there the day before the event to help. She had a lead on a new ingredient, and wouldn’t be able to make it.

“You did this all by yourself, (Name)?”

Kite looked over the tables, their red hair tied up into a ponytail to keep out of their face. (Name) leaned against their shoulder. “Mmm, I had some help, but most of it, yes. Thank god for Alluka and Menchi, they were both big helps.”

A soft smile took over Kite’s face. “It’s nice to see you’re allowing yourself to rely on others, (Name). It’s good progress.”

(Name)’s face heated up at Kite’s observation. Recently, she had been asking for help more often, without even realizing it. “I guess… I just have people I can rely on now.”

The two smiled at each other, before she stretched. “Well, let’s not keep the hungry people waiting.”

Kite caught her wrist before she could walk out. “(Name).”

They turned her so she was facing them. “Are you alright? You seem a bit… distracted.”

(Name) looked away from their eyes, puffing out her chubby cheeks in a pout. “I’m fine… it’s nothing.”

Kite raised an eyebrow before grabbing her cheeks in their hand and squeezing her face. “You’re fine? Why are their tear stains on your cheeks then?”

With a defeated sigh, (Name) told them what happened between her and Kurapika earlier that day. Kite nodded along, listening intently. “I see… that would be a quite upsetting situation to be in. Have you tried talking to him? From what he said, perhaps he said the wrong thing.”

(Name) huffed as she buttered the rolls. “I’ve been way too busy to deal with him. If he wants to man up, apologize, and speak to me, he can.”

Kite blinked in surprise. “(Name)…”

They smiled, patting her shoulder. “You’ve really grown, haven’t you?”

She nodded, finishing the last roll. “I… I’m not as much of a pushover as I used to be. I have friends now, friends that will back me up if I need them to. I don’t… I don’t have to put up with people mistreating me anymore.”

Kite patted her head, ruffling her hair a bit. “That’s good, name. Good girl.”

She melted at the compliment, leaning into their touch like a puppy being told how good it is. “Thank you, Kite…”

(Name) pulled away, her face a little warm. “Alright it’s really time to tell everyone it’s ready.”

The living room was occupied by the Zodiac, along with Bisky and Gon. Ging was nowhere in sight, possibly hiding from his son. “Hey guys, the food is ready, feel free to make yourself a plate!”

Cheadle stood, giving her a polite smile. “Thank you for this (Name), I know having to cook for so many people last minute wouldn’t be easy.”

“It’s fine, please, there’s plenty of food. Make yourself a plate!”

The zodiac were pleasantly surprised by how soft and sweet she was. Pariston smirked as he passed her, his hand brushing against her hip. “Thank you, princess. It smells lovely.”

She shivered, quickly retreating behind Kite, who kept their eye on the former rat zodiac. “It’s okay, (Name). He won’t bother you any further than that.”

The two made their way to the porch, where Leorio, Wing, Knuckle, Morel, Shoot, and a very awkward looking Kurapika. They all had a bottle of beer in their hands, though Kurapika had barely dipped on his.

Once the blonde spotted (Name), he looked away, seeming embarrassed and shy. Kite noticed this, glancing between the two. ‘Ah, they like each other.’

“The food’s ready, guys.”

Knuckle cheered, patting her shoulder as he walked past her. “Thanks, (Name)! Man, I’m starving!”

Morel laughed. “It smells nice, thank you for your hard work.”

He ruffled her hair, Shoot following behind him. The purple haired man gave her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, (Name). We’ve been looking forward to your cooking all year.”

She flushed over their compliments, waving her hand. “Oh, thank you… you’re all so sweet!”

Wing, who left to grab Alluka and Zushi, smiled. “Zushi always gets excited when he gets to come over. Also, I wanted to personally thank you for making the food nut free. It’s very kind of you to take Zushi’s allergies into consideration.”

“It’s no problem, really. He deserves to have a nice dinner too!”

Zushi and Alluka were both filthy, their hands and clothes covered in dirt. (Name) smiled, finding their dirty faces endearing. “Leorio, you guys go eat. I’m going to get the kiddos cleaned up.”

Leorio nodded, cupping her cheek to keep her in place so he could kiss her forehead. “You’re a doll, (Name).”

She sighed happily, leaning into his calloused hand. Leorio was always a warm and safe place for her, and when he held her so tenderly, it made everything a little easier.

Kurapika watched this interaction with a dull ache in his chest. Leorio was always able to give her affection without being awkward. Maybe he should try as well!

He stood up to say something, but from the look (Name) gave him, Kurapika knew he wasn’t getting any kisses. “Th-thank you for your efforts…”

(Name) nodded, turning on her heels. Kite gave the boy a sympathetic look before following behind her, the two kids being led by (Name) to the bathroom.

“Kite, could you keep an eye on the kitchen to make sure… some people don’t mess anything up? I’ll get the kids clean then come make myself a plate.”

Kite nodded. “If you mean keep an eye on Ging and Pariston, I’ve been doing it the entire time.”

She sighed in relief, giving them a smile before taking the two kiddos upstairs. (Name) was surprised to see Killua sitting on her bed, listening to something with headphones on. He glanced up when she walked in, reaching out his hand for her. She walked forward and took his hand, gently squeezing it. “Overstimulated?”

Killua nodded, glancing behind her two see the two filthy kids behind her. “Did they roll around in dirt?”

(Name) snickered. “That’s what I’m assuming happened. I’m going to get them washed up. Do you want to go make your plate now, or do you want me to come with you?”

He ran his thumb over the back of her hand in thought. “Could you… make me a plate and ask Gon to come upstairs with me when you’re done?”

She nodded, ruffling his hair. “Of course. Just relax, getting them tidied up shouldn’t take long.”

———————

(Name) sighed as she wiped Alluka’s face with a warm, damp rag. “Girl, you’re filthy. I expected this from Zushi, but usually you don’t like getting dirty.”

Alluka leaned into (Name)’s gentle touch, nuzzling her hand. “We were playing a fun game! I don’t like getting dirty, b-but it’s okay when it’s for a fun game!”

“Ohh, I see. Well, your nice dress will need to be washed now. How about we put you in some overalls, so you can play better?”

Alluka nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah! That sounds like so much fun!”

(Name) took off her dirty dress and set it in the hamper, then dressed Alluka in a pink sweater and jean overalls. She changed Alluka’s Mary Janes to a pair of sneakers and put her hair into a ponytail so she would be able to play more efficiently.

“There we go, all done. Look at how cute you are!”

Alluka twirled around, giggling. “Thanks, big sis! I’m so excited, I want to play now!”

(Name) laughed, pulling the girl in for a hug. “You have to eat first, okay?”

When the girl looked up, it was Nanika. “Mama… want to sit with you.”

She scooped her up, balancing her on her hip. “Okay, that’s fine with me, sweetheart!”

(Name) walked down the stairs, spotting Zushi making his plate. He was all clean now, wearing a pair of Killua’s play shorts and a shirt. “(Name), thank you for getting me all cleaned up!”

Nanika smiled, nuzzling her face into (Name)’s shoulder. “Love you, mama…”

She kissed the top of Nanika’s head. “Love you too, sweetheart.”

(Name) sat Nanika down at the table, making her a plate of food before she made one to bring up to Killua.

“Gon?”

The boy looked up. He and Kite had been catching up when (Name) walked over. “Hi (Name)! The food is so good, you did a great job!”

“Thank you, Gon. I just wanted to tell you Killua is upstairs, and he asked if you could come eat with him.”

Gon jumped up immediately, grinning. “Sure! Is that plate for him?”

“Yeah, it is. Would you mind taking it up to him?”

Gon took the plate, smiling. “Of course not, Kite, come talk to me before you leave, okay?”

(Name) began to make her plate, spitting a certain blonde walking into the kitchen. Kurapika paused, wondering whether he should stay and make his place, or if he should leave and give her some space.

“It… all looks really good, (Name).”

She hummed in response, placing a piece of turkey on her plate. Kurapika grabbed a sturdy paper plate as well, standing near her as they made their plates together. Even when (Name) was mad at him, she still gently took his hand and guided him to the food she thought he would like. “Try this, I think you would like it.”

(Name) seemed to have an endless amount of patience and kindness. Kurapika did as told, trusting her completely. He looked up just in time to see her placing a helping of the macaroni he made onto her plate. “(Name), you don’t have to. It’s probably not that good.”

She glanced at him, a slight softness in her eyes. “You worked hard on it. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, I’m not letting your effort go to waste.”

This made his heart race, his face turning red once again. She was so good, so sweet, he truly didn’t deserve her. ‘Oh, (Name)…’

He truly loved her so much, even when she was upset at him he still couldn’t help but melt in her presence. “Thank you… you’re such a sweetheart.”

(Name) paused as she was walking out the door, her face heating up. She didn’t respond, but felt her heart speed up.

She sat with Nanika in her lap as she ate, making small talk with the other guests. Most of the Zodiac members were keeping to themselves, but now they had spread out.

Kanzai seemed to be getting along well with Knuckle. Pyon and Gel sat together with Bisky, drinking wine with their meal and watching some hallmark movie. Mizaistom was chatting along with Kite, the two seemingly debating something.

‘Well, I’m glad they feel more comfortable,’ (Name) thought, feeding Nanika a bite of turkey. The girl munched happily, before burying her face in (Name)’s shoulder.

“Happy… mama, Alluka wants to go play…”

Nanika looked up at her, gently nuzzling her cheek against (Name)’s. The girl was very affectionate, which (Name) didn’t mind one but. “Okay, okay. You finished your food, go have some fun.”

When the girl looked back up, it’s was Alluka. “Yay, thanks big sis!”

She hugged (Name) before she ran off, giggling. “Be careful, and don’t get into too much trouble!”

(Name) finished her plate before she went back to the kitchen. She looked over the feast she made. There was still so much food left, even after everyone had made their plates. ‘This is going to be a pain to put in the fridge later.’

———————

Kurapika sat on the couch, mindlessly a scrolling on his phone. (Name) has introduced him to social medias a week or so ago, and he really enjoyed TikTok. The nature themed videos where Hunters showed the places they were exploring interested him greatly, along with fun history videos. He had seen a few inaccurate history facts that had him ranting to (Name), though.

‘Ah… (Name)…’

He was thinking about her again, and how he pretty much fucked up his chance to ask her out at the party. Kurapika sighed, turning off his phone and glancing around the living room. It was crowded, but there were also quite a few guests missing. He spotted Ging sneaking around. So far the deadbeat had been able to avoid Gon’s detection, and it seemed he was going back in for a second plate now.

“Wow, you really are pathetic, aren’t you.”

Kurapika looked to his left to see Killua peeking over his shoulder. The blonde scowled, his eyes narrowing. Usually he would take it in stride and just leave the room, but today his mood was sour and patience thin. “What the hell do you want, Killua?”

“Wow, touchy. Guess making a complete idiot out of yourself in front of (Name) can make you pretty grumpy, huh?”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. “I’m really not in the mood for this today, Killua. Don’t you have someone else to annoy?”

Killua didn’t answer him, only moving to sit across from him. “Tell me, Kurapika. Do you plan on making mom wait forever? Do you actually think she would wait that long?”

“Excuse me?”

Killua sighed, shaking his head. “Figures. If you haven’t been able to figure it out yet, mom is very popular. Take Knuckle for example. He’s a nice guy that likes mom, but she hasn’t given him a chance because she likes someone else.”

The white haired boy stared at Kurapika. “Unfortunately for all of us, that person she likes is you. It’s a tragedy, really. I really wish my mom had better taste.”

Kurapika was both flustered and pissed off. He was just about tired of Killua belittling him every chance he got. “What the hell is your problem? At this point it feels less like you’re defending (Name), and more like you have some personal issue with me.”

Killua laughed. “Are you joking? Fuck, I knew you were selfish and an asshole, but I didn’t know you were delusional too. I can count on a single hand the amount of times you’ve done anything for the group. Though, that number is smaller if we take into account whether it was for your own benefit or not. Mom has helped others for nothing reason other than being a good, kind person. Not only do you not deserve her, she doesn’t deserve to be taken advantage of by you.”

Kurapika was shocked, his mouth agape. “Taken advantage of by me? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Her kindness, Kurapika. You take advantage of what a good person she is. Like a parasite, you’ve latched onto her because she makes you feel a little less pathetic than you are. You can’t love others, so you find people that can and attach yourself to them.”

“That’s not true, I do love (Name)!”

“Really? Does someone in love make their loved one sick with worry? Do they make their loved one so depressed after they leave them that they fall into a depression so bad that Leorio had to take an entire month off of college to make sure they are taken care of? Fuck, Kurapika, do you not understand the absolute hell you put mom through?

You’re fucking selfish, and now that you’ve been given a second chance you can’t even make her happy when you actually try. I think that’s what pisses me off the most, the fact that mom is kind enough to not even mention the shit you’ve done and just allow you to stay here, and you can’t do something as simple as ask her out. You’re a coward, a selfish, pathetic coward.”

Kurapika crushed the cup he was holding, glass shards flying as he stood. “That’s it, I’m sick of this. You don’t know anything about me or how I feel. Do you understand how hard it is to try and love someone after losing everyone important to you, how terrifying it is to realize that my love for her could get her killed? My clan-“

Killua groaned. “Your clan is gone, Kurapika. At this point I think you’re using this bullshit as an excuse to distance yourself emotionally. Your mission, your dear clan, blah blah blah. Who fucking cares? They’re gone!”

This sent Kurapika over the edge. He launched himself over the table, his eyes glowing scarlet as he grabbed Killua’s shirt. “Don’t you ever talk about my clan like that, you fucking-“

Killua ripped his hands off of him, laughing. “Oh, are you going to fight me over it? Go ahead, Kurapika, hit me.”

And Kurapika did just that, punching the white haired boy in the face.

——————

Leorio sat on the porch with Wing as Zushi and Alluka searched the garden for more creatures. He took a sip of his beer as the latter army crawled out from under the porch, tiny fists balled up and caked in dirt as she made a beeline to the little picnic table in the distance. Zushi smiled, flipping to a random page in a coloring book he packed.

“Perfect! Worm Court is open for business. Time to assemble the jury.”

And just like that, two little sets of hands tried to place the various critters in a two-by-six array on the wooden surface. None of them were staying put, wriggling around and falling off. Amidst their cries of “contempt of court!” and “Order! Order”’, Wing finally hazarded a glance over to Leorio.

“Were kids’ games always that…”

“Strange? I don’t question it anymore. They’re not hurting anyone though, so that’s good.”

As soon as Leorio turned away, Nanika reached under the bench and pulled out a rusty hammer. How long it had been there was unknown, and she plopped it unceremoniously onto the bench before Alluka returned again.

“That’s a relief. I know Zushi wanted to teach her more about nen this weekend, but I feel like it’d be too stressful at a large gathering like this.” Wing nodded in understanding, sipping his beer. “Speaking of mastering nen, a little bird told me you’ve improved by leaps and bounds in your own journey? How’s that working out for you?” Leorio lit up at the praise, trying to rein in his excitement with a cough.

“Oh! Um, yeah. Yeah, I think I’ve figured out how to use my nen effectively enough for healing”, Leorio flushed a little, clearing his throat. It wasn’t every day a nen master praised your hard work after all.

“That sounds like a great application for it, I’d love to see it in action sometime.”

Leorio smiled, happy to share all the ideas he’s come up with so far.

“It’ll really come in handy for medical sc-“

CRASH!

The screen door slammed open, the wooden frame snapping in the middle and rattling the side of the house with sheer velocity. Fists were flying in a tornado of white, gold, and blue, and the men jumped back on reflex.

“Hey, HEY! What the hell is going on h-WOAH!”

It slowed down enough for Leorio to notice the two instigators as none other than Kurapika and Killua, and when he went to pull the latter back by the collar of his shirt he ducked out of reach, paying no mind.

“You mother FUCKER-“ Killua picked up the blonde by his tabard, only for him to spit out a little blood, scarlet eyes glowing with fury and…mischief? Kurpika, bruised and bloody gave him a shit-eating grin before he finally spoke.

“I sure am, what about it?”

The words took a moment to register in Killua’s head, but as soon as they clicked into place, he saw nothing but red.

Killua tossed him backward into the fire pit (Name) had dragged out to the porch for special gatherings, but Kurapika grabbed onto the boy, sending both of them tumbling off the porch as the railing splintered beneath their collective weight. The fire pit rolled into the flower bushes, and the rose bush was engulfed in flames, burning steadily as they traveled up the plant. A few feet away, not even acknowledging the accidental arson, Killua rolled over to pin Kurapika to the ground, fists flying as he wailed on the man below him.

“YOU”- he punched Kurapika, punctuating his words with blow after blow. “LEAVE”- a hand came up, trying to shove him off but he pushed it to the ground, standing up. “MY MOTHER”- another haymaker to the temple. “OUT OF THIS!” Killua finished with a solid kick to the groin, reaching for a split wooden beam and raising it to strike. In a flash, Kurapika blindly kicked him in the leg to fall on his ass with a dull thud.

Killua looked up just in time to see Kurapika grab a shitty plastic chair by the headrest, the latter chuckling dangerously as the cheap red material quickly began to dull in comparison to the scarlet rage overtaking his irises. He waved the 2x4 menacingly, almost daring the blonde to come closer.

Wing and Leorio watched, horrified as the two of them battled it out. Not with nen, like one might see in a clean fight, or normal blades like that of a sparring match- but with scattered debris, bloodied fists and all of the finesse and gracefulness of a couple of drunken sailors. Realizing they need to put a stop to it before it got any worse, Wing stepped forward as Leorio attemptsy to stomp out the blackening shrub.

“That’s enough! This is no way for dignified hunters to act, especially a couple of nen users such as yourselves. You two ought to be ashamed!”

Kurapika, too far gone to pay attention to much else, swung the chair at Killua menacingly as the younger one parried it with the splintered 2x4. The trajectory and force were enough to knock not just the glasses off of his head and onto the lawn, but the beer right out of his hands as well. The bottle ricocheted off the chair, flying towards the large oak tree before shattering into a million pieces like some sort of horrible glass baseball.

It left a dark stain on the trunk in its wake, trickling down the bark and down into the pile of shards left behind. Despite the impact, Kurapika never faltered, either unaware of what just transpired or completely indifferent.

‘They’re not even using nen, they’re just fighting dirty…it’s like they want to revel in the destruction, to feel the blood on their hands themselves.’ Wing felt around his immediate vicinity for the frames, before Leorio spotted them a few yards away. Placing them back on the man’s face and helping him up, he patted his shoulder and shot a glare at the duo, seemingly out for blood.

“Wing, the hose is on the left of the house. Put the flowers out, and I’ll see if (name) has some frozen peas you can put on your bruise.”

He nodded sprinting across the floor porch as Leorio hurried in to see (Name) minding her own business, putting up the food. He glanced back over to the door again, little more than a pile of mesh and scrap wood. Between the stress of cooking, company, and cleaning, (Name) seemed too preoccupied to notice the damage. He silently thanked the stars above

‘They’ll sort it out themselves, the last thing she needs is more stress’, he thought to himself. If Kurapika wanted to make an ass of himself in front of the Zodiacs by decking a 14 year old, then that was his problem. Right now, he needed to find something cold for Wing to use as a compress.

She had sent mostly everyone out, claiming the kitchen tended to get chaotic, and he would have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so worried about the fiasco going on just outside. Her hair was a mess, favorite apron is covered in various stains and spills, and plates upon plates were scattered onto various surfaces. He nearly left undetected when she sensed his aura, turning her head.

“Hey Leorio, what’s up?”

His mouth was dry, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself and possibly buy some time when she paused and frowned. Leorio tried to follow her line of sight and saw Wing by the window, followed by… a garden hose?

“Oh, did Alluka get all muddy from worm hunting under the porch again? I thought I told her not to do that until after dinner.” As soon as she said that, the oven went off, and she slips on a pair of Hello Kitty mitts, sliding the pie dish out and closing the door with her hip with a practiced ease. Placing it onto the burners to cool and slipping them off again, she offered them to Leorio. “Could you hang these up for me? “

Leorio realized what she saw just a second too late, powerless to stop her as she turned the stove off to rush past and see what was going on firsthand

“Leorio, what’s going on? And why do I smell something burning?!”

“Nothing! It’s just the kids get a little rowdy is all, and Wing needed an ice pack.”

Ging’s voice tore through the clattering of pots and pans like a warcry for deadbeat dads from the porch.

“WOOORLDSTAAAARRR!”

By the time (name) made it to the front door (what was left of it anyway), she was met with Wing frantically trying to put out the last of the fire as Leorio pulled the broken pit away from the bushes. The railing was completely destroyed on one side of the steps, and there was scorch marks all over the wood. Finally, Leorio cleared his throat.

“Thats not…what we called you out for”, (Name) followed the man’s gaze, before landing on Kurapika and Killua rolling around in the front yard in a mess of flailing limbs and screaming. This time, however, it looked as though Kurapika finally got the upper hand.

“You little bastard, have you always been this insufferable?! You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Killua sunk his teeth into Kurapika’s arm, relishing in the anguished scream that rippled from the man’s throat.

“You think I’m afraid of your goofy ass Ghost Of Christmas Past attacks!?”

She got about four steps forward before a jet stream of water shot out from behind her, soaking the boys as they froze up instantly. Wing held the hose and glared at them, and white hot shame crept up upon both of them.

“If you want to fight like animals, you’ll be treated as such.

It quickly turned to dread however as soon as Kurapika noticed (Name) marching over, brandishing a wooden spoon and a scowl that somehow manages to chill him even more than the garden hose. Leorio had given her a quick explanation, along with Bisky who had heard what happened inside.

“(Name)! I can explain”

“Mom”-

“Killua, you didn’t need to bring his family into this. You know it’s a sore subject.” The boy in question was pouting as she flicked his forehead. Kurapika snickered but it died down instantly when she redirected her ire to him.

He yelped when she smacked him over the head with the wooden spoon. “And YOU’RE not much better. Who the hell throws hands with a child, Kurapika?! You’re a grown man. Come on.”

She narrowed her eyes at the two, who couldn’t even look her in the face. “Don’t you ever think about hitting each other again, we’re friends. Act like it.”

They nodded, and (Name) sighed.

“Both of you can do the dishes. I think that’s fair. Maybe it’ll teach you to get along too.”

The two grumbled, but quieted down when she pointed to the kitchen using her wooden spoon. “Go, now. I want them done within 30 minutes, or neither of you are getting any dessert.”

——————

The two stood in the kitchen, silent as they both washed dishes. They got a system going, where Kurapika washed, and Killua rinsed and dried.

(Name) had healed their injuries to the best of her abilities before they went inside, getting all of the big wounds and gashes dealt with. Now they were covered in bruised and little scratches, but were overall okay.

Kurapika glanced out the window to see (Name) walking to Leorio, Kite, and Wing, the woman looking distressed. When she started to talk frantically, Leorio pulled her into a hug. Kurapika felt awful for causing her trouble, and when he looked to his right, he saw he wasn’t alone in that.

Killua also looked guilty, looking at (Name) with soft, concerned eyes. Though they were different, Killua and Kurapika shared one thing.

They both loved (Name).

The blonde sighed, setting down the rag for a moment. “Killua… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me, hitting you was unacceptable.”

Killua was quiet for a moment before he nodded slowly. “I… I’m sorry too. I… was just so angry when I saw (Name) upset again over you that… I snapped. You were right, I… don’t know you or how you feel, and saying that about your clan…”

Kurapika shook his head, patting the boy on the back. “It’s alright, Killua. Water under the bridge.”

The two smiled at each other. “Okay, okay… and I have to admit, you’re pretty skilled, Kurapika. That’s the most fun I’ve had during a fight in years.”

The two laughed, laughing and joking like old times.

It calmed down a little and Killua sighed, trying to be serious. “Can I ask you a question? Man to man?”

“Hm? You’re fourteen, I’d hardly call that a man. But go ahead.”

Killua glared, but elected to ignore the remark in favor of getting information out of him.

“You love (name), don’t you?”

“…”

His silence spoke volumes, but Killua already knew his answer before then. He was just looking for confirmation.

“She let you back into her life, and I know she forgives you. Not that you deserve it, but a second chance just fell into your lap. I feel like you’re still holding her at arm’s length though. And don’t think she doesn’t notice, because she does. She’s a lot more perceptive than people give her credit for.”

“I…even if I were to stay in her life, I don’t deserve to be that close to her. I’m lucky to be her friend.”

“You don’t even want to try? Like at all?”

“Killua, it’s not that simple.”

“If it’s because you think you don’t deserve her, shouldn’t that motivate you to WANT to be better? And become someone she deserves?”

“People can’t change. If I get too close, I’ll lose my rage. That’s the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“Oh noooo, I can’t be around this person because they make me less angry~!” Killua replied mockingly, putting his soapy hands up in defense when Kurapika glared at him. “That’s called being comfortable around someone. And people can too change, genius.”

“The spiders will always be cold blooded killers. There’s no room for redemption.”

“Okay, maybe not everyone”, Killua rolls his eyes, of course Kurapika had an exception up his sleeve. “But for the most part, we do. (Name) told me once that stagnation is a fate worse than death. If you aren’t evolving as a person, then what the hell are you doing?”

Kurapika blinked in surprise, putting the plate down and grabbing a cup to wash. “I…guess that makes sense? You’ve mellowed out a bit over the years Killua.” He didn’t want to outright admit that Killua had matured, or he’d risk him getting a big head.

“No shit Sherlock. She gave me a loving home and enrolled me in therapy. Being loved didn’t nerf me, if anything it made me stronger. Now I’m emotionally stable, nourished, and thriving. I stand a way better chance at kicking someone’s ass now.”

The last dish was dried and put away, and the two of them came out to the living room where everyone is huddled on the couch or near it, the TV playing some sort of holiday special. (Name) noticed them, and waved them over. He noticed she changed into something more comfortable, but when he recognized the faded pattern on the sleeves he had to do a double take.

It was the same one she had during the hunter exam, but back then it was much newer and vibrant.

“You’re just in time, we were about to start Charlie Brown!” Killua joined her, and like clockwork she removed the sleeve so he could put half of it on like an oversized blanket. “This thing is kind of old, (name). It’s cozy, but definitely seen better days.”

“I know, I mostly wear it to bed or knocking around the house, but I love it too much to get rid of it. It’s one of the comfiest things I own, even if it’s golden days are long gone”, she ruffled his hair and Kurapika joined her on the other side.

“It still serves its purpose, Killua. We don’t all need a giant wardrobe”, Kurapika teased good-naturedly, and the boy in question lifted his head to stick a tongue out at him.

“It’s one of those that gets softer the more you wash it”, (name) helpfully supplied. “It just means it’s well loved, and it loves you back. Time is irrelevant when you’re this cozy.”

Kurapika hummed, leaning a head against her other shoulder. A few minutes into the movie, his phone pinged with a message from Killua, who sighed in contentment before closing his eyes. Kurapika opened up the message and saw attachment: 1 image.

Wholly expecting another stupid meme, like that god awful Megamind “no bitches” thing he got like clockwork every time he did something bad in front of (Name), he sighed and opened it intending to leave him on read. Instead, he was greeted with a side by side comparison of what looked like a couple of plush Garfield cats. One plush looked brand new, while the other was worn down from use. The text said “to be loved is to be changed.”

He thought back to what Killua said earlier about how stagnating was a fate worse than death.

He knew his mission was dangerous, but at the same time, would it really be okay for him to get close to (name)? It was just a stupid Garfield meme, he shouldn’t be reading this much into it, but before he realized it he was tearing up. (Name) looked over and frowned.

“Kurapika, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

A gentle hand cupped his cheek, her thumb swiping away his tears. Kurapika sighed in contentment, leaning into her touch. “It’s nothing, just… thinking about things, what I want to do with my time.”

(Name) nodded, retracting her hand and allowing him to lean back against her shoulder.

She seemed a bit more relaxed, the two not knowing she was watching their little interactions just moments before. “By the way Kurapika, Leorio wanted me to tell to meet him on the porch asfter this movie.”

The blonde nodded, looking down at her. “(Name)… when I get back… we need to talk, okay?”

(Name) paused, Killua giving him a thumbs up from behind her. “Oh, um… alright.”

She sounded hesitant, but it was an improvement from her ignoring him. The three watched He gave her a sneaky kiss to her cheek before walking out to meet Leorio.

Leorio and Kite sat on the front porch. It seemed most of the guests had gone home. Knuckles, Shoot, Morel, Pyon, Gel, Kanzai, and Mizaistom were gone already.

“Kurapika, sit.”

Leorio gestured for a wicker chair sat next to the two. The blonde took it, glancing between the two. “What did you call me out for?”

“You seemed pretty… antsy earlier,” Kite explained as Leorio rummaged a small metal box.

“Antsy is an understatement, you looked insane. I really thought you were about to start growling and foaming at the mouth for a moment there.”

Kurapika flushed at Leorio’s words, feeling ashamed of his actions. “I know, I’ve already apologized to Killua.”

“Shit, he wasn’t much better. Trust me, I know Killua, he can be a real asshole, but he’s still a kid.”

Kurapika nodded, looking at his lap. Leorio was right of course, he usually was. “So, what did you want?”

Leorio smiled, finishing his task and pulling out a blunt from the metal box. “I want you to relax and smoke with us. Take a breather, chill with the boys- or well, Kite and I.”

Kite rolled their eyes. “I told you I don’t care what you call me, Leorio.”

Leorio blushed, waving his hand apologetically while Kurapika processed what the dark haired man was offering. “You want me to get high with you? Is that smart, considering I pissed off (Name) enough today? She hates when I smoke.”

“See, you need to relax. Stop worrying about (Name) for a minute. You worry so much that you stress yourself out, making you snap at others. You’ll be way better to (Name) if you learned to chill out and take care of yourself every one in a while.”

Kurapika leaned back in his chair as Leorio lit up the blunt, taking a puff before passing it to Kite.

“Come on, Kurapika. It’ll help you relax.”

Kite held out the blunt to Kurapika, smiling. The blonde stared at the two. “Am I being peer pressured right now?”

“Yes,” the two said in unison.

He groaned and took the blunt, holding it out. “Just one puff.”

———————

(Name) looked up when Kurapika stumbled into the house, a dopey smile on his red face. Once he spotted her, the blonde made a whining sound, immediately clinging to her as he rubbed his cheek against hers. “Mmm… (Name)…”

The woman squeaked, squirming in his strong grip as he pulled her closer, peppering kisses into her cheeks and neck. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

She paused, sniffing his shirt. “Oh god damn it, are you high? Leorio did this, didn’t he?”

(Name) huffed as Kurapika nuzzled his nose agaisnt hers, clinging to her like she was his lifeline in a storm. “Just want you… lemme hold you, ‘kay?”

She didn’t protest, leading him to the living room so he could snuggle her on the couch. He seemed so attached to her, and as soon as they laid down he squished his face into her chest, nuzzling until he was comfortable.

The woman wanted to pretend she was annoyed, but honestly she found him cute when he was like this. Whenever he was inebriated, Kurapika could let go of all of his limitations and do what he really wanted. He wanted to be near her, for every part of his body to be in contact with hers. It made him so happy to lie on top of her, his face in her breasts and arms wrapped around her.

“(Name)…”

She hummed in response, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “What is it, Kurapika?”

“I…”

He looked up at her, his eyes a little red from smoking. “I’m really sorry… I know… I say stupid and hurtful things sometimes… but just know…”

He blinked at her sleepily, leaning forward to the point their lips were only an inch apart. “I care about you… a lot… so, so much…”

(Name) sighed happily when he kissed her, feeling his tongue gently lap at her lip, asking for forgiveness and acceptance. With a little nip to his lip, she allowed him in, holding his face tenderly.

Though their tongues danced and their breaths were heavy, the kiss wasn’t arousing. It felt loving, sweet, a kiss people who loved each other would share. When they pulled away, Kurapika’s eyes were soft, looking into hers with so much love (Name) felt her body would explode. “Mmm…”

He laid his head back down, his lips pressing kisses into her neck sleepily. ‘I love you…’ he thought, his hands gently caressing her sides.

The two soon fell asleep on the couch, being covered up by Leorio and hour later. Guests left, leaving Kurapika and (Name) in peace.

Leorio, Kite, and Bisky sat on the porch, talking as they drank. “It seems those two have made up.” Bisky said with a laugh, swirling her wine glass.

“Yeah, it seems so. They both looked pretty happy.” Leorio agreed, staring into the neck of his beer bottle. Kite only sighed, leaning into his chair.

“Does he still not know about the Chimera Ant situation?”

The other two went quiet at Kite’s question, not daring to look up. “He doesn’t, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t even know about the letter, or the fact she nearly killed herself after what he did in York New,” Leorio said gravely, setting down his drink. “She said it would absolutely destroy him. Sometimes I hate how she always thinks about others before herself.”

Bisky nodded. “She cares about Kurapika so much, she won’t even tell him just how badly his actions affected her in fear that it would push him over the edge. Apparently, when she would sleep next to him during the Hunter Exam, he would talk about ending his life after finding the scarlet eyes in his sleep. It really messed with her head.”

Kite cleared their throat. “Well, it has to come out eventually. Keeping all of these secrets helps no one, especially the fact that (Name) has worked with the Phantom Troupe. If he finds out on his own, he might assume she’s a traitor when she’s actually been helping him by being getting information. He gets too angry, he wouldn’t be able to comprise with them.”

Leorio sighed, the man looking much more tired than before the conversation started. “Yeah, I know. I just hope Kurapika is ready for all of that information. Hell, Gon doesn’t even know any of it, he doesn’t even know Kurapika’s the one that broke (Name)’s wrist.”

The three sat in silence, knowing that eventually, these secrets would come to light.

They were just hoping it would be of (Name)’s own free will.

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lovetaroandtaemin · 1 month

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Lie With You

Park Wonbin x Reader

Word count: 1103

MINORS DNI, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT

Content warnings: Mentions of a past toxic relationship, mentions of previous sexual activity, making out, smoking, drinking, a bit angsty but it gets fluffy at the end I swear. If I missed a content warning let me know!

This one was heavily inspired by Body Temperature by Jann and Lie With You by Ten.

This one is NOT beta read. Fic is under the cut.

You took another drag of a cigarette as you leaned against your local park’s swing set and looked over at him. He caught you looking and smiled, and it made you want to cry. It’s only been a few months, but you could feel yourself falling in love with him more every time you saw him.

You met Wonbin at a nearby café while you were still reeling from a nasty breakup. Your ex had completely broken you down and then when you couldn’t take anymore, he dropped you like a match that had burned down too much. You went to the café to meet a friend, but you didn’t see their text saying that they had cancelled until you got there. Since you were only there to see your friend, you decided to go somewhere more interesting. As you were leaving, you bumped into Wonbin.

You already knew who he was since he had a bit of a reputation in your town of breaking hearts, but you had never met him properly. When he saw you, however, he immediately wanted to connect with you on more than just a physical level. After you both apologized for the minor mishap, he asked you for your name and number. In what you could only describe as a lapse of judgement you gave it to him.

It took about a week for him to text you. When he did, he simply asked if you wanted to go to a club with him. You accepted his invitation and had the time of your life. The two of you danced until you could barely hold yourselves up, and you drank just enough to have fun while still remembering the night.

After that first “date,” you went to the club with Wonbin a few times a month. And each time you went back to his apartment and talked until you fell asleep together. He never made you leave in the morning, but you knew that if you stayed after you woke up you would catch feelings. The problem with that is, you caught feelings anyway.

Wonbin was smart, funny, and he knew how to have fun. There was never a dull moment with him. Plus, he was gorgeous. He had long, luscious hair, big brown eyes that you constantly found yourself getting lost in, and a voice that could both sing you to sleep and make you beg for more whenever he was inside you.

That same voice is what pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something. What did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go back to my place. It is 3 AM, you know, and sleep is important.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.”

You both put your cigarettes out and got in his car. On the familiar drive back to his apartment, you wondered why the universe had decided that he was the person you needed to fall in love with.

When you got back to his apartment, you both changed into your pajamas, put on some soft music, and just cuddled until you fell asleep. If you were being honest, it gave you hope that he wanted more from you than just some fun. You didn’t let it get to your head, though. Just like the morning after every other date you woke up and immediately started getting ready to leave.

On the walk back to your apartment, you thought about how you felt about Wonbin. You knew you loved him, but you couldn’t get a read on whether he felt the same way. On one hand, he held your hand like he was proud to be by your side whenever the two of you walked somewhere together. On the other hand, he never told you he loved you or introduced you to his friends. He held you while you slept, but in the morning, he never showed any interest in your relationship moving past drunk sex after the club. The mixed signals were driving you crazy. You desperately needed to know if he only wanted to fuck you or if he wanted to love you too.

3 days after you saw him at the park, Wonbin decided to text you because he just couldn’t get you off his mind. He texted you asking to hang out just like he always did, but this time instead of inviting you to the club or the park, he asked you to come directly to his apartment. That’s because he wanted tonight to be different than your usual encounters. It was important to him that you finally knew that he wanted more out of your relationship than just hooking up sometimes.

The walk to his apartment was as exciting for you as it was nerve-wracking. You loved spending time with him, but you were now hesitant to have the conversation that you knew you needed to have. As you approached his door, you decided to wait and see where the night took you.

The second you knocked on his door, Wonbin was pulling you inside and kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in months. You kissed him back with a passion that you didn’t know you had. The butterflies in your stomach that had previously been influenced by fear were now beings of pure excitement as he led you to his bed. You stayed there for what felt like hours, until you pulled away for air and he said the three words you never expected to hear.

“I love you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“But I do.”

“You do? You don’t just wanna fuck me?”

“No, I wanna love you the way you deserve.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?”

“I thought you just wanted a bit of fun.”

“Seriously? Every minute I’ve spent with you I’ve fallen more and more in love with you.”

“Then I guess we should probably talk about some things.”

“I guess we should.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking about what you wanted out of the relationship until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. He promised to introduce you to his friends and family. You stayed in bed with him the next morning instead of rushing out the door. Knowing that he needed you the same way you needed him filled you with joy and hope. He finally felt comfortable showing you off now that he knew that you loved him. Neither of you knew if the relationship would last, but both of you were willing to enjoy the ride together for as long as it lasted.

#Spotify #riize x y/n #riize x reader #wonbin x reader #angst with a happy ending #kpop fanfic #riize fanfic #wonbin #inspired by a song #well two actually

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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I hope school is going well for you! I'm almost done with my first year of my master's program, so I feel the pain of Zoom U! (Not so) secretly seeking comfort in your wonderful fics and headcanons - especially with my husbands Gang Orca and Aizawa <3 Request perhaps when you have the time/desire: the husbands, adding based on your preference, spending time with their loved one once they've finished a hard project or got a break from school, etc. Lots of Love!

yesss ! i recently completed my m.ed and got into my phd program so i feel this and wanting to celebrate and enjoy time with loved ones is epic

Shota Aizawa

"I'm gonna put my head through a wall." You flip through your mail again, "seriously, still nothing." You'd be obsessively refreshing your browser as well, hoping for an acceptance letter, at this point a rejection would be fine too.

"What's wrong honey?" Aizawa looked up from his paperwork. "What are you looking for?"

"My letter? From the university?" You're almost annoyed at him for asking, maybe he was playing dumb. "I can't really start my break without hearing back...I'm too on edge."

"You just finished your graduate degree, take a load off." He laughs, "school isn't going anywhere."

"I can't until I know I'm all set, I need to plan for the future Shota." You rub your face, "I'm so frustrated. I just want to know."

"Oh, hey now that you mention it I think you got some mail from them, it came at a weird time. Big envelope...I think it's in the kitchen."

"WHAT?" You shriek and jolt up, "go get it!"

"Why me?"

"I'm scared! I haven't seen anything online, what if they rejected me?"

"I'm sure they didn't." He gets up anyway and brings the manilla folder in for you. "Want me to open it?" You nod meekly. He opens it painstakingly slow, you watch his every move, analyze his face for a hint of the outcome.

"What does it say." Your stomach lurches when he sighs.

"Jeeze..." He makes a nervous face and you can feel your eyes watering.

"What, Shota, please tell me..." You're pulling on your shirt hem nervously.

"I'm barely gonna see you anymore." he turns the paper around, but he's smiling. You practically launch yourself at him and he accepts it with just as much gusto.

"I knew you made it honey." You feel his nose by your scalp, his breath is warm and inviting, you wrap your arms tighter around him.

"I'm so relieved." You feel like crying, you're so thankful the pit in your stomach is gone, all you feel is excitement for what's to come.

Shota laughs a little, "you take it all in stride." He pulls away a little and brushes your hair back, "you've been doing so great lately. I'm proud, but I'm not surprised."

"Thank you for all your help." You look at him and the unmistakable fondness in his eyes made your chest warm, you swore you're the only person to ever see it.

He makes a small noise, like kissing his teeth but softer, "don't look at me like that, I didn't help that much." He tosses the folder onto the nearest table and you tumble down onto the couch, his paperwork long forgotten. "Let's have dinner, whatever you want."

You gasp excitedly, "whatever I want?"

"Yeah.." He laughs a little, it comes from his chest and wraps you up like a blanket, "whatever you want. I can cook, we can order out, we can go out, the world is your oyster." He's grinning, "and money's no object, you earned it."

"I wanna stay in with you, let's watch that movie that I've been looking at. We should order out. And can we eat in bed?"

"Yes, yes and yes." You feel his lips on your temple, "I can't say no to you right now."

You're practically vibrating with excitement, Shota was always playfully mean, he enjoyed your constant whining for his affection for him to be so unabashedly affectionate and kind is a rare treat.

"I'll order the food, we can have a shower together," he tries and fails to stifle his laughter at the way your eyes light up, "and we can get into pajamas and watch that movie." You're nodding, thrilled, beyond thrilled.

"Let me know if there's anything else you want."

There wasn't, it was honestly perfect. You order your favorite food and get to cuddle up comfortably in bed with a good movie and even better company

Kugo Sakamata

Lately it feels like Kugo only sees you crouched over your laptop, typing furiously at your keyboard. Occasionally you'll groan and rub your eyes, or mutter something to yourself. You mentioned that you were finishing your thesis, that you were swamped. He tried not to get in your way, to bring you snacks and drinks and to check up on you when you were writing and editing for long hours.

Currently he is doing his own work, at his desk. It's late, you'd been working all night since dinner. He thinks he should check on you, maybe you'd gone to bed. He hopes you had, he disliked the idea of you staying up so late to work, especially when you worked so much during the day. He helped you when he could, proof reading, giving you ideas, and offering you support when you needed, he wished he could do more.

As he considered this his door opened and there you were, laptop in hand.

"Kugo I think I finished!" You look thrilled, he feels thrilled for you.

"My love that's wonderful news, can I see it?" He's glad to watch you bound over to him, and he easily sets his own work aside for you. You show him, though he's sure it would take him a while to get through it all he looks through the beginnings of it.

"You can have a copy when I print it all out to send in." You're beaming, it sends a million arrows straight through his chest.

"I'm thrilled to see you so happy, you have no idea." He sets your laptop down on top of his paperwork, "come here to me."

Of course you go, his hands wrap around your arms as you slide onto his lap. "I'm glad to be done." You feel his hands on your lower back, yours rest on his chest.

"Selfishly, I'm glad you're done too." You feel his thumbs running long strokes over your skin where your shirt rode up under his palms, "when was the last time we went to bed together?"

"I know.." You lament, "i'm sorry I've worked so much."

"No," he tsks, "don't be sorry. I'm proud of all the work you did. I'm glad to have you to myself now."

"Kugo.." You laugh, a bit nervously.

"How do you want to celebrate?" He asks, "I know it's late, but we should do something."

"I just want to spend time with you."

"I can arrange that." He laughs, it's a bubbling sort of warm sound, like a rolling boil. "I'll stay home tomorrow."

"No!" You gasp, "Kugo your job is very important!"

"I know, but I've missed you. I want to talk about all the work you've done. I'd like to have you for the day, if it's alright? We can have breakfast and do whatever you like all day. I'll give you whatever you like."

"You'd really do that? I feel like I'm stealing you."

"You don't have to worry about that. You stole me a while ago." His hand comes up to your face, his palm is smooth over your cheek, his finger brushes the shell of your ear, "you'll stay with me tomorrow, wont you?"

"Of course.." You flush a little, the warmth had started in your stomach and radiated up to your cheeks, "what should we do to celebrate until then..."

"Well why don't you tell me."

#aizawa shouta x reader #kugo sakamata x reader #eraserhead #gang orca x reader #eraserhead x reader #bnha x reader

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 11 months

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Heartwork- E.M. Pt. 6

You and Eddie get a surprising call from a long lost friend.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 7 - 8 - 9 - Epilogue

Masterlist

TW- Angst, cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of cheating, vague mention of smut

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 1,538

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

You dreamt about Eddie last night. You dreamt about Eddie. Fucking. Munson. Last night.

You sit up in your bed with a start, replaying the wanton scene in your mind. It felt so real, his large, capable hands grasping at your hips as he pulled you close, his lips, hot against yours as you wrapped yourself around him, the cries of pleasure echoing in the night... You have to put a hand over your chest to calm your pounding heart, eyes wide as you try to keep yourself breathing.

A shower pulls your mind away from the anxiety the dream has caused you, warm and soothing on your aching body. Like Eddie’s hands... You press your palms to the sides of your head and groan in frustration. Why can’t you just let this go? It’s not like it’ll ever happen anyway! But then, the words Eddie said to you last night ring in your mind, “I don’t think it’s hard to see why. We’re great together,”

Great together. Yeah, maybe we would be. If only you could take a peek into his mind to see what he was thinking. Then maybe you’d be able to get over whatever this is.

You get out of the shower feeling a bit lonelier than you did when you got in. You decide to lounge around in your pajamas and read a good book for the day. Maybe a bit of escapism can help curb the thoughts of Eddie. You decide on Pride and Prejudice, one of the only mandatory readings from high school you actually enjoyed, and sit, coffee in hand on your couch, natural light streaming in from the large window on the wall facing the street. You let yourself get lost in the book for a while, the only sounds are you sipping coffee and turning pages occasionally. It’s nice. When’s the last time that you got to do something like this anyway? Not for a while, it seems.

Around 3:00, you decide to take a break for a late lunch, rubbing your eyes as you set the book down on the coffee table next to you. As you look in the refrigerator, you groan. You need to go grocery shopping. Takeout will have to do. As much as you don’t want to put on real clothes, if you’re going to go out in public, you need to look at least semi-presentable. You settle on a soft pair of cotton shorts and a tank top, knowing the air is heating up with June around the corner.

When you get back, paper sack of greasy takeout food in hand, you see the light blinking on your answering machine. The message that plays when you press the button has you blinking in surprise. It’s Y/BFF/N.

“Hey Y/N. I know it’s been a while, but I’ve just been thinking about you, and I’ve got some news for you, so I called your parent’s phone number to see if I could track you down. Anyway, I hope you call me back... I really miss you,” She lists her phone number then, and the message ends. You chew slowly, thinking between the bites of burger and fries. As much as you’d like to talk to your best friend again, you think about how hurt Eddie is about the whole breakup. Maybe you should ask him what he thinks about it. As you’re about to pick up the phone to dial his number, it rings, and you pick it up, thinking it might be Y/BFF/N again.

“H-hello?”

“Y/N?” It’s Eddie, and you breathe a small sigh of relief, but it’s short lived as you recognize Eddie’s panicked tone. Your brow furrows in concern, wondering what’s wrong.

“Yeah, Eddie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He breathes heavily at the other end, his voice quivering slightly.

“Can I come over? I just got a call--” He stumbles over his words before you realize.

Oh, it was her.

“I got one too, but I didn’t get to answer it. I was out. I was just about to call you, actually. Yeah, come over. I’m free all day.” The cord of the phone wraps around your fingers as your thoughts race in your mind, all of them worried for Eddie.

“Okay. Okay, yeah, I’ll be there soon, then.” His voice is strained, “Bye.”

“Yeah, bye. Be safe,” You advise.

“Yeah, I will, I’ll see you soon. Bye.” The phone clicks, and you let out a long breath and wonder what the hell it is that Y/BFF/N’s news is. Whatever it is... it can’t be good.

Eddie knocks on your door after an agonizing wait. You busied yourself with your lunch but after that, there was nothing really to do but pace back and forth in your living room. You rush to the door to open it and look at Eddie’s face. His eyes are bleary, cheeks flushed with blood. You move out of the way to let him in. “Hey,” you say simply, not wanting to push him for any details. Eddie rubs his hands down his face as he walks toward your couch, plopping down unceremoniously.

“Hey,” he replies, and you perch yourself at the other end of the couch, body leaned forward slightly, wanting to comfort him. You sit in silence and watch the cogs turning in his head. Finally, you break the silence.

“So... What did—she—say?” Eddie clenches his jaw and leans his head back on the couch, eyelashes fluttering. You can’t tell if he’s feeling more sad or angry, but you’re sure to find out.

“She’s getting married.” You flick your eyebrows up in surprise. That doesn’t seem too bad. “To the guy she cheated on me with.” Oh. There it is.

“What?” Your shock is deep and evident. All you remember of their relationship is good. They barely even fought in all the years you knew them together. You couldn’t even imagine a world where Y/BFF/N would cheat, let alone on such an amazing guy as Eddie. You’re afraid to ask the next question, but it eats at you as soon as you think it. “W-who with?” Eddie looks over to you, the memory clearly fresh in his mind.

“Jason fucking Carver, that’s who...” His sadness turns to anger, blood boiling anger, for a moment, before he screws his eyes shut and takes a couple deep breaths. Your jaw falls slack, sympathy written all over your face.

Jason was the biggest asshole you and Eddie ever had the displeasure of meeting. He was the All-American Golden Boy of Hawkins. The exact opposite of what you and Eddie were, and he hated you for it. Y/BFF/N, too. But you guess he grew out of that. Or maybe it was just because he hated Eddie so much, he wanted to hit him where it hurt.

You reach out and touch Eddie gently on his bare shoulder. He’s only in a black wife beater and jeans today. His skin is warm with anger and sun. “Eddie,” you breathe. Eddie opens his eyes back up and looks at you, pain all over his expression in his downturned lips and glossy eyes, the lines on his forehead could write a whole story with a single look. Eddie swallows thickly and goes to put his hand over yours for a moment before sitting up and putting his elbows on his knees. “Well,” you start thinking, “we’ll tell her we won’t go. It’s selfish of her to ask you anyway. After what she did to you? I would never want to talk to her again if it were me,” You justify, leaning down to try to get a look at his face.

“I just—I don’t know. I didn’t think that I would even care about something like this anymore.” He shakes his head, eyes toward the ceiling. “I don’t even love her anymore, you know? I haven’t loved her for a long time. I even hated her for a while. I don’t know... maybe, I still do.” You nod, listening intently.

“And that’s okay,” You reassure him, your hand going to rub soothing circles on his back. You take a deep breath, hating seeing Eddie like this. “I guess, do you just want to find something to distract us for now? We don’t have to think about it or talk about it if you don’t want. Whatever you want to do,” You add.

Eddie gives a halfhearted smile out of the corner of his mouth as he looks back at you, resting his face on his palms. His eyes wander for a minute, thinking about what he wants, before nodding gently. “Yeah, let’s go do something.” You glance at the clock on the wall, which only says it’s about 3:45.

You give a sad smile and a small shrug, “How do you feel about day drinking?” Eddie’s smile is a little more real this time, the tiniest laugh passing his lips.

“If there’s a day for it, I guess it would be today,” he agrees. You let out a chuckle and stand up, offering Eddie your hands. He takes them, and you help haul his slender, muscular frame off of your plush couch.

“Okay, then. Let’s fucking go.”

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tohisprettyc00l · 1 year

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collector alphabets

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

VERY affectionate (Mans hasn't been real friends with anyone in hundreds of years please-)So yeah you being their first friend in a while he is very grateful. They don't have many ways to show their affection besides playing games though. They will still try to do things you want to do as well! It's just their still learning how to talk to people again. Not to mention that they couldn't touch anybody or anything for a fucking while.

B = Best friend

If you're able to become BEST friends with him then your life is so much more fun in every way. Listen he sees everyone he even slightly likes as their friend. But since you are his best friend. Hoo boy. If they're still trapped, he will get unbelievably excited once you show up. He Shapeshifts (or whatever that weird thing he does is) to make you laugh. Once they get out, they're not always by you, but they are enough to the point where people are surprised to see you apart.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He has super fluffy clothes, so it's very comfy. Despite them usually wearing pajamas, they are always energetic. So it's gotta be a special occasion for them to cuddle. Well for most, not for you <3. They quickly snuggle up to you. It's very warm and comfy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

(These might be kind of different because I refuse to write romance for them) Anyway not gonna answer the settled-down question. They can just snap their fingers and boom food n clean house. But if they have to do it without magic...well... yeah no he's clueless. Though he's a quick learner (well kinda) so teach him and he'll be able to help.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Okay wow... They're not great with their emotions, so if they need to stop being your friend, they'll kinda just Don't? Like they kinda just stop talking to you. ALSO, I want to say why they would. I have no idea for when they're free, but for when they're still trapped, Belos probably made him do it. Belos either tells him he won't set The collector free, or he comes up with some bullshit excuse why he CAN'T.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I really don't know how to answer this for a person who is basically a child-

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

They try their hardest. I mean he has the powers of a God so, despite what it seems like, they restrain themselves a lot. Cause even the smallest mistake could end with you needing to go to the hospital. When it comes to emotions, he has no fucking clue whan they're mean. Like if you tell him he'll apologize and (try) not to do it again. But he does not know he's being mean. I feel like the dude only knows the basics of right and wrong to like-

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Tight and lowkey hurts, or soft and gentle, no in-between. If you have been gone for a while, expect a hug that almost breaks your back. Not to mention in those cases he's almost a blur. But, they don't mind giving you a comforting hug. <3. If they've had a long day he'll just kinda collapses on you and slowly turns that into a hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they use the L-word?)

As soon as they realize, like no hesitation. They are scared of losing you, he knows that humans don't live forever. So they need to tell you before it's too late.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

(Everyone is going to have a healthy relationship when it comes to jealousy, A.K.A they aren't jealous because you have other friends and the other person is actually doing something to somewhat warrant it) Whenever he is jealous he acts like a child. Because they are one. Not towards you towards the other person. They'll stick their tongue out at them, never talk or reply to the other person, and all around br petty. It's pretty easy to tell when he's jealous. Just tell them they're still your Best friend and they'll stop.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Child. But they do live to both receive and give platonic forehead kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is a kid. And can't take care of one

Though if you have a little sibling, expect them to immediately become friends with them no questions asked.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He doesn't need to sleep so they'll probably be like a cat or any 5-year-old. Either pokes at you until you wake up, or they just stand in your doorway. Ominously.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Like said they don't sleep. So they probably ask for a sleepover, just so you stay away longer. Would love to watch scary movies with you late in the night, also despite being thousands of years old he will always be more scared than you.

Side note: they will not tolerate you not getting enough sleep. If you wake up early after the slumber parties he will stop having them.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) They take a while to open up. (for obvious reasons.) But the more they get to know you the more they trust you. They will slowly start to tell you about his trauma if you will listen. Though they end up just dumping everything out at once.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Pretty patient with his friends, and also cools down pretty quickly after fights. But, when it comes to people who hurt his friends (mentally or physically) they are screwed. No Patience. Like at all. Not that that is a huge issue when people know you're (best) friends with The Collector.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?) They don't remember your favorite color but remember exactly what you did for your 7th birthday. Mainly because they find "normal" questions boring. (Not saying they find you boring but y'know)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) The first time you won a game, hands down. It doesn't matter if it was the first try, or if it takes you 1,000 tries. Because he thinks games are a lot more fun if he can lose. (let's be honest with ourselves he barely loses when playing with other people)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Pretty fumking protective. Not overprotective though. He has seen a lot of insane ways people get hurt, so they will try to get you to be a little more cautious... Whenever they're not around. He can heal and easily protect you when he's around you. Also while he doesn't need protection, he likes to feel protected. Please just hold and cuddle the boy.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Okay for special occasions they'll get whatever room it is all bedazzled. Nailing all drawings and photos to the walls, have a bunch of songs ready to play, and the room is covered in fairy lights. (please don't ask where he got the lights, he doesn't want to tell you about his crimes on a special day)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Like I said they only know the basics of what's right and what's wrong. So sometimes they'll do pretty messed up stuff without knowing it's bad, in the slightest. Also when you tell them what they're doing is wrong they'll sometimes get defensive. But a lot of the time he's also trying to convince himself he's on the right more than he's trying to convince you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

They've been around so long they don't really care. Both about their looks and yours. Beauty standards are always changing. So what's the point of stressing about them?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not necessarily incomplete, just wrong. When you two first met he missed you when you left but didn't care. But as you became closer it felt weird when you left. So anytime they can they can be by you, they are.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Their favorite game is Hide and Seek. As mentioned earlier they like for it to be 50/50 of who will win.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?) Boring people. I feel like I've made it pretty obvious, but he needs a person to be somewhat fun to even be acquaintances.

Z = Zzz (What is their sleep habits of theirs?) As mentioned before, he doesn't need to sleep. But he can if he really wants to. So when they do they are a heavy sleeper. They NEED at least 10 stuffed animals to sleep. Also, they steal all of the blankets. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? I don't have the energy to say 'they play games' in a different way again.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? Your style when it comes to clothes. It doesn't really matter if it's consistent or not, if it's not that just makes it more to see if he can guess what your wearing. He kinda just doesn't care what you're wearing, you could have the most swagless outfit in history and he'd still love it.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Tries to distract you. And when/if that doesn't work he kinda panics as well. They aren't great at comfort, so all they know how to do is rub your back and whisper 'It's okay.'

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? He never really thinks about the future. In his opinion, it's a lot funner to think of the present.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? I'm not going to answer this for anyone because it kinda makes uncomfortable I don't know why 😕

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? Really depends on what the fights are about, if it's anything small he'll forgive after a day or two. But after a bigger fight it would take a week or two for him to forgive you.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? After being released he's a lot more grateful in general. Saying thank you to strangers more and more, which might seem small but he was worshiped by many people, so it's a big step for him. But after they truly became your friend, hoo boy. He smothers you with attention. Thanks you constantly for everything. You have to tell the boy to stop.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? already answered

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? They are a way better person now (as I've stated before-) But it's not until someone points it out when they realize. Now they also try to help you, granted they aren't the best with human problems or mortal problems. He does try though.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Already answered

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

✨ Already answered ✨

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? I know I said I wouldn't write romance for them,but I just got an idea. So this is more of a one time thing. He accidentally blurts it out. It takes them a few seconds to realize what they said. The collector quickly apologized and tried to play it off as a mistake. They just misspoke is all! But when you say you feel the same they freeze. What? Really!? They are ecstatic! It takes at least half an hour for him to stop hugging you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

As said before the romance was a one of thing

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? They aren't one for nicknames. Though they do jokingly call you bestie or babygirl (if your okay with it ofc)

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Does this count as romance? I don't think it really does in this case. Anyway they're like a stereotype when it comes to having a crush. They are a stuttering and blushing mess. You have to be the most oblivious person in the world to not notice this. But of course, you are. Though they aren't that mad about it.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? It romance again. (Though they do brag about you-)

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship. He has the powers of a god. Enough said.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? You've got to be kidding me

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

They try. Granted he's not the best with helping. So half the time their attempts to help do nothing but like I said they try. Also they 110% believe you can do it. And if someone as powerful as him believing in you isn't a confidence boost then I don't know what it is.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Surprisingly they like to have a little order in day to day life. That's not to say they like to have everything planned out, it's just they get kinda stressed if they don't have somewhat of an idea of the days going to be life.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? They know a kinda creepy amount about you. I'm not expanding on that.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life? I've said it again and again, but you're like the most important thing in their life. He would ( and basically can) do anything for you.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. They have a stuffed animal collection (they are the Collector after all) and all them have unique names. Also when I say unique names I don't just mean they have their own individual names I mean they have names like shampoo, nail polish, and paper bag.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Loves cuddles and (plationic) kisses <3. It's nice to calm down and just be comfy. They are pretty affectionate! Traps you in hugs on the regular.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner? If it's when he was trapped in the walshe just kinda fucks around. distracts himself by shapeshifting. But if it's when he's out, he binge watches shows (mainly kids show obv)

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of? They will kill anyone who hurts you ❤️. Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but they will do anything to protect you.

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #the collector x reader #collector x reader

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idoninjagoheadcanons · 11 months

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Hcs for the ninja’s sleeping habits? (What they wear to bed, bedtime routine, how early/late they go to bed or wake up, etc etc)

Thanks! ❤️

Oh heck yeah I do! Honestly, I spend a lot of time thinking about small details like this. Just adds a bit something to them, ya know?

Also, these headcanons are supposed to fit sort of anywhere between seasons, since you never mentioned a specific time frame.

Anyway, without further ado, let’s begin.

Jay: Jay feels like the guy who has a set bedtime routine, but not a set bedtime. He usually goes to sleep around 11 pm, but that can be very off depending on what he is doing. His bed time routine is fairly minimal. He changes his clothes, washes his face and brushes his teeth, and goes to bed. He likes to sleep on the bed since he has a fear of being stepped on.

Cole: Doesn’t have a set bedtime or routine technically, but does change into pajamas and goes to bed roughly the same time every day. He is the kind of person to just go to bed and lay there, and not be doing something like reading something on his phone. He likes to be on the ground since he’s a tall guy and beds can end up feeling tiny to him

Kai: Has a terrible sleep schedule, and has very little bedtime routine. He goes to bed whenever from 10 pm to 3 am but he always is awake by 8 at the latest. He usually just uses the bathroom before going to bed, and doesn’t own a set of pajamas he wears regularly. He oftentimes goes on his phone in bed.

Zane: Is the kind of guy with a set bedtime routine, bedtime and wake up time. He likes to be in bed every day at 10 pm so he can wake up 6 for training. He takes a shower every night, brushes his teeth and has those stereotypical striped/plaid pajama set, with the buttons and everything. He also doesn’t use any electronics for an hour before bed, and tries to encourage the others to do so.

The irony of this is that he has no need to do any of that. Since he is a nindroid he can technically function without rest at all. However, he does declutter his systems every night (basically he gives himself a reset every night and refreshes his systems), which is essentially his version of sleep.

Nya: Has really bad insomnia due to medical issues. She has to go to bed every day at the exact same time and wake up at the exact same time otherwise her sleep schedule is going to be very off-kilter. She has a full blown bed time routine in an attempt to help her sleep.

Lloyd: He rarely sleeps at night due to nightmares, or he only sleeps for a few hours. His average sleep schedule is to go to bed at around 3, wake up at 6 and maybe take a nap for about twenty minutes sometime during the day. He is surviving on power naps and ice water. He refuses to do anything about it, and hates when people bring it up.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I apologize for the wait but I hope you enjoyed this all the same.

#ninjago #ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd garmadon #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #jay walker #lloyd garmadon #zane julien #also is this based off of my sleep habits? maybe but don’t tell anyone #also apologies for the fact Zane is the longest #I just love him so much

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neocitybooty · 2 years

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I Choose You [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Word Count 2.5k

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch...

A/N: This update is full of smut. I think I'm entering my Johnny era next because what the hell? HE HAS ME SO FERAL. But um yeah I am struggling to stick to the original plot with him because I just want so much more for him ;__ ; his character is truly something else. But please enjoy this and hopefully it doesn’t make y’all too feral ;/

Chapter 3

Mela sat on her couch in silence. It had been a week since she revealed to Jaehyun that she was seeing someone new. Judging by the consistent silent treatment, Mela gathered that Jaehyun was not taking it well. But she really didn’t know what else to do, rather than continue to live her life. She didn’t feel as though she was at fault.

“He is treating me like I killed his pet or something.” She later spoke to her friend on Facetime.

“My goodness. Men are so dramatic. Has he at least been greeting you like usual?” Mela’s friend, Kay said through the screen.

“Greeting? I wish. He doesn’t even personally put the daily folder on my desk anymore. He sends Joo to do it!”

“Wow. Well, I mean it could be worse… He could’ve just fired you. I honestly don’t think he’s that mad. He just needs some time. After all, he did just lose his little kitten. Or whatever he calls you.” Kayla said stifling her laughter.

“Oh, he’s very sick. That’s the most family friendly thing he’s ever called me.” Mela said, putting a hand over her mouth.

“Family friendly?!”

“Yes, in comparison to cockslut!” Mela threw her head back in pure embarrassment.

“Wow y’all must’ve been having mind-blowing sex. A cockslut?! Have you taken a pregnancy test? There are certain things that men only say when they are fucking raw.” Kay chimed from the other end.

“I don’t think I’m pregnant because it’s been a few months and he- you know….he was also cumming in other places..” Mela trailed off.

“Girl, you swallowing his kids?!” Her friend stared at her with her mouth wide open. “No wonder he’s acting this way. This man is in love with you. You can’t just swallow his kids and then move on to someone else, Melz.”

“If he really loved me, he would’ve made me his girlfriend and made it clear to all those other women that he wasn’t a single man. But he didn’t.”

“I don’t know. I get the feeling you and him are endgame.”

“Here you go prophesizing again.”

“Prophecies sometimes come true.” Kay shrugged.

“Anyways..I wish I could chat longer but I invited Johnny over for a movie night,” Mela stood up and showed her friend her lace and satin get up. A cami and extremely short shorts.

“Ass cheeks hanging out and everything. You’re actually insane.” Kay raised an eyebrow while smirking and nodding her head.

“I’m horny.” Mela pouted.

“Call Jaehyun.” Kay shot back, this time her smile showing teeth.

“Bitch.” Mela stuck up her middle finger and then hung up as Kay started to laugh.

She was just barely filling up her bowl of ice cream when Mela heard her doorbell ring.

She walked over to the door and opened it with a huge scoop of ice cream still on her spoon.

“Looks like you were getting the party started without me.” Johnny said, stepping inside and pulling Mela into a warm embrace. “Are these pajamas? You didn’t mention anything about a sleepover.” He took a step back to analyze Mela’s set.

Johnny was wearing gray sweats and a white t-shirt, but Mela thought his outfit was perfect for the occasion.

“I think you look fine, plus you don’t have to sleep over if you aren’t prepared.” Mela assured Johnny.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter for me. I sleep naked.” He said, not breaking eye contact.

“Oh,” Mela said, unsure of what to say next.

“Would that be alright with you?” Johnny asked, stepping closer.

Feeling flustered, Mela was only able to let out a simple “Yeah! Of course.” And she stuck the spoon full of ice cream into her mouth and rushed back to the kitchen to continue filling up her bowl.

Johnny smiled as he watched her run off, her butt peeking from the bottom of her shorts. She was so interesting. Not only a week ago, they were making out in a dim room, but now she was acting shy over some minor piece of information.

“Do you want a bowl?” Mela called from the kitchen.

“Yes, please!” Johhny replied, as he took off his coat and shoes.

Her place was cozy. It was clean, very new, and extremely large. Johnny wondered how she was able to afford it on a secretary/assistant salary. The interior design looked as though it was straight out of a magazine. She had an eye for design. Johnny walked around the spacious living room, in awe.

“I’m assuming you like what I’ve done with the place.” Mela came back balancing two bowls full of vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips sprinkled on top.

Johnny turned to look at her and immediately smiled. “You are so cute.” He said, before walking over and grabbing both bowls from her hand.

They sat and Mela turned on the movie after they were settled.

Johnny finished his ice cream before Mela and pulled her onto his lap.

He hadn’t been paying much attention to the movie. It was just too hard to concentrate. Johnny knew he only agreed to this night because he wanted an excuse to see Mela. It sounded silly but she was so busy that he didn’t see her as often as he would’ve liked.

They had been seeing each other for about a month and she seemed to always be working. And if she wasn’t working, she was tired. They had gone on a few dates, but their time together seemed to always have a time limit. Mela worked hard and Johnny knew it wasn’t his place to complain.

He watched her as she sat, fixated on the screen. She slowly licked the ice cream as she relaxed into Johnny’s chest. Johnny closed his eyes as he took in Mela’s scent. He finally hugged her, and she quietly moaned, in satisfaction and as a response.

“This is…nice.” Mela sighed. With the way her last few months at the company played out, the feeling of relaxation had become foreign to her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been like this with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun.

Why was she thinking about him?

Mela didn’t have much more time to think about it, as Johnny’s hand started to roam.

“I think I am going to be spending the night.” Johnny said, before kissing Mela on her temple.

“Hm?” Mela put her spoon back in her bowl and set it in on the table.

Johnny didn’t respond. Instead, he turned Mela’s face toward his own and gave her a gentle but reassuring kiss. He then followed with another kiss, powered by a little more force. Johnny, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth from her lips, let the kiss linger a bit longer than usual before opening his eyes. Mela opened her eyes at the same time, and the synchronization transitioned into something electric between her and Johnny.

Next, they were kissing frantically as Johnny hurried to rid Mela of the minimal clothing she was wearing. He only took off her top, when he suddenly stood up, while still holding Mela and she naturally locked her legs around his waist.

“Which way to your room?” He asked in between kisses.

“Up the stairs, to the right, door at the end of hallway.” Mela responded, out of breath.

Johnny shook his head. “Too far. We’re fucking here- ”

He pressed his lips onto Mela’s once more and inserted his tongue when she moaned, immediately asserting dominance. Instead of sitting back on the couch, he held Mela against the wall, squeezing her ass as he felt wetness on his lower abs. He let her drop slightly so she could be aligned with his boner.

He pressed himself into her and she gasped and wrapped her arms around him tighter. “Please stop teasing. Fuck!”

Johnny only chuckled and continued, enjoying the sound of Mela’s ragged breathing. He walked over to the couch and laid her down gently. Once she was fully off his body, Johnny tugged the bottom of his shirt upwards and pulled it all the way over his head and off completely.

Mela mindlessly reached for his abs and ran her fingers down, feeling the hard ridges along the way. Johnny grabbed her hand to stop her before she reached his sweats.

“Not yet.” He shook his head and started to remove Mela’s shorts.

“No underwear? You planned for this to happen, you naughty girl.” Johnny smirked before reaching out and grabbing one of Mela’s breasts. “I’ve never been much of a titty guy but yours just look so delicious. Do you mind if I taste?” By the end of his sentence, Johnny was circling his lover’s nipple with his tongue as she bit her lip and nodded rapidly.

“I think you meant to shake your head, but I can’t blame you. I’m sure you’re having a hard time…. you know…. concentrating.” He said while his free hand reached into his sweats as he leaned back in and took Mela’s whole nipple into his mouth, once again.

Her back instantly arched as Johnny heard her gasp, her breathing becoming more intense as she tried to stifle a moan. Mela was caught off guard, waiting for Johnny to reveal his rock-hard cock from underneath his sweats. But it seemed he wasn’t going to pull it out anytime soon.

“Johnny..” Mela softly whimpered.

“I’m not done yet.” He said moving to the other breast. He then pulled his hand out of his sweats. Mela was hit with confusion because she felt his hand move when pulled it out, but she didn’t feel his hand anywhere on her body until….

“Oh my!” She cried out. Her legs began to shake as Johnny’s two fingers slide deeper into her warmth. Johnny simply ignored her and started to slowly pump his fingers in and out. He smirked to himself as Mela’s chest rose and dipped. Johnny was a pleaser and damn proud of it. He found joy in seeing his partners come undone under his touch. Having the upper hand whenever he pleased…If he could make her squirt just one time, he’d be satisfied. They had all night, and he was going to take advantage of the fact.

Johnny finally unlatched from Mela’s slightly swollen nipple and looked at them both, satisfied with his work. Maybe he was a titty guy, after all. Just maybe.

“Johnny, please.” Mela mustered out, finally floating back to reality.

“Please, what?” He asked, mocking concern.

“Johnny…”

“You must not want it bad enough, if you can’t even ask for it.”

“I do! I want you inside me. PLEASE!” Mela desperately tried to remove his sweatpants. Johnny intercepted and stopped her before she could succeed.

“I stand corrected. But I’m the one in control right now. Okay, princess?”

Mela gulped and nodded. She was finally able to concentrate long enough to take in his body in all its glory, not just his abs. His skin was smooth, with a healthy glow and his abs became more defined at each inhale. His eyes were glazed over and his lips looked chewed, as if they were given a lot of attention. He looked like a sculpture, overall.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Johnny took both her hands and held them above her head with one hand. He leaned in close to her ear and spoke.

“I’m going to finally give you what you want. But your hands need to stay up here.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and lifted himself back up until he was standing. He then pulled his sweats down, along with his boxers, and stepped out of them both.

“Oh.” Mela said as his cock springed out and slightly bounced. It was much larger than she expected. And yet, she was still eager to go on. More wetness immediately emerged from her as she tried her best to not let the feeling overcome her. She spotted two veins protruding on each side of his member and reached out, but Johnny stopped her.

“What did I just tell you?” He placed her hand back above her head and warned, “Next time, I won’t be so nice.”

He then positioned himself back in between Mela’s thighs and pushed her thighs forward so her knees were slightly touching her shoulders. He dragged his throbbing cock along her slippery folds as she started to squirm.

“Such a pretty and inviting pussy you have.” His eyes fluttered shut and he bit his bottom lip and with a groan, he pushed himself into Mela’s opening.

“OH my God!” Mela grabbed onto the end of the couch, to try to take away from the searing feeling of being torn open. This only motivated Johnny. He placed a hand on each side of the younger woman’s head and started to thrust. Hard. If he couldn’t make her squirt with his fingers, he would make sure his dick made it happen. He watched Mela as Mela’s lips formed an “O” and more of her fluids continued to coat Johnny’s eager cock. Her welcoming heat, paired with the friction was causing the familiar sensation in his dick. He was close, but not before…

He reached for where his body met with Mela’s and found her clit. Mela cried out as soon as he started rubbing her sensitive bud. He could tell by her sudden breath intake that this ending was going to be very messy. His eyes wandered to the bulge that appeared in her lower belly with each thrust and he just watched while in a daze. He was momentarily distracted from his nearing explosion but broke out of his trance with Mela screaming.

“Johnny, baby please!” She started gyrated uncontrollably as a string of inaudible words came out of her mouth. Soon after, Johnny saw a fountain of liquid spraying from her as she left his dick completely, soiling the couch and hitting Johnny’s abs.

“Shit.” He looked Mela, chest heaving and legs shaking. “Are you okay if I finish?” He asked, his question laced with concern.

Mela looked at him, through half closed eyes and nodded. He then slowly slipped back in with a low growl. He immediately sped up, frantically chasing his release. His heart racing as the sound of his balls hitting Mela’s skin filled his ears. This time around, Mela wrapped her arms around Johnny’s neck as he dipped for a kiss. It was urgent, needy, and passionate. She moaned into her mouth as he went in deeper. The familiar sensation had returned.

Mela felt Johnny twitch while inside of her and he suddenly broke the kiss and groaned. “Fuck!” Mela felt her insides being sprayed with his warm cum before he collapsed next to her.

All Mela could think about was how her new couch had been ruined. She turned to look at Johnny and he seemed to have already fallen asleep. She mustered up enough energy to grab a blanket from the wooden basket near the couch. She covered them both and laid next to Johnny, ignoring the wet spot she had created earlier.

She had to arrange for a new one, first thing in the morning.

Johnny wrapped his arms around Mela’s waist as he made a noise of approval, still asleep.

She saw Johnny’s phone light up as he received what seemed to be a long string of text messages, but her eyes shut, and she fell asleep before she could question it any further.

Chapter 1 Chapter 4

#Johnny Suh #Jeong Jaehyun #nct 127 #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fan fiction #nct 127 smut #Jaehyun #Johnny

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randomstory56 · 2 years

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The Sun and The Moon (Remus Lupin X OC/Reader) Part 2

Warning: None

(1st-3rd year) Izzy Meikle-Small as Therese Potter

(1st-3rd year) Charlie Rowe as Remus Lupin

Series Masterlist

Harriet's P.O.V

I walk to the library to meet up with Marlene. We were supposed to be working on an art project for the girls in our dorm room. We've planned this for a while but never ended up getting into it because we always lost track of time. Now that we haven't really been doing anything for our classes we can now focus on it.

"There you are," Marlene says as she noticed me walking up to her.

"Sorry I had to tell James something," I say sitting next to her.

"It's alright," she says as we take out the things we need. "You know for you being James' sister and us being at Hogwarts for 3 years. I'm shocked you don't know his friends," Marlene says, sketching something in her notebook.

"I just met them when I was talking to James actually," I say flipping open my sketchbook.

"Really? Did they bother you with questions? It won't be shocking if they had. Especially Sirius," Marlene asks looking at me.

"Not really they just introduced themselves and then I remembered I had to meet up with you so I left," I said continuing to draw. She hmm's.

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Marlene and I ended up finishing our plan and sketch for the art project and we decided to work on it tomorrow. I was currently walking around the library looking for a herbs book I've been wanting to study. I was walking looking at the books and bumping into someone.

"Sorry I wasn't looking where I was walking," I say turning to them realizing it's James' friend Remus.

"It's alright it's my fault. I was reading this book and wasn't paying attention to where I was going," he says. His head slightly tilts, "Your James' twin sister, right?" he asks.

I nod, "Yeah I am but I'm the better looking one," I say, smiling.

He chuckles, "If it's not personal to ask. What are you doing in the library?" he asks.

"Oh, I'm looking for some books about herbs actually. I just got into gardening recently and wanted to see if any herbs would interest me to grow." I say.

"Oh, yeah in the next aisle there's a lot of books about herbs and how to care for them," Remus says pointing to where the books would be.

"Thanks that's really helpful. I'm not usually in the section I'm mainly in the Poetry and romance aisle. You know letting the imagination run wild." I say. Remus chuckles and nods.

"Remus lets go!" We see turn to see James. We both laugh slightly.

"I got to go, talk to you soon. Bye," he says.

"Bye," I say. He walks away and I go to the aisle of books Remus had mentioned.

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I was in the dorm room reading some of the books I had gotten from the library when the girls (Mary, Dorcas, Marlene, and Lily) came in.

"Tessie~," Lily said in a sing-along tone. I look up from my book to look at her.

"I heard you had a run-in with Remus earlier," She says smirking.

"Oh, yeah, I bumped into him looking for books earlier. He seems nice. How did you know anyways? That I bumped into him?" I ask.

"We heard James was talking about it," Marlene says laying down on my bed.

"He's cute, huuh~," Dorcas says sitting on her bed which was next to mine.

"I just met him, Dorcas. I mean yeah he's cute but what is he like is the real question," I say putting a bookmark in my book and setting it on the bedside table.

"That's true. We just asked cause you two would seem like a cute couple." Mary says. I look at her shocked.

"Mary we only talked twice," I say standing up and going to my trunk and grabbing my pajamas. I went inside the bathroom and changed. I brush my hair and put it in a braid. I go back to the room, “Goodnight,” I say turning off my light and laying down.

“Night,” the girls respond.

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#The Sun and The Moon #original character #Harry Potter #Remus Lupin #marauders

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kmorgzz · 3 years

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Mistakes?

Character: Porco Galliard x f!reader (female bodied and feminine pet names)

Word Count: 5.8K (look... don’t ask, I was possessed)

Genre: smut/fluff

Plot: bit of fake dating and FWB to lovers babyyyyyy

Warnings: slightest bit of degradation (calls reader a slut a few times), mentions of flushing skin/appearance of hickies, unprotected sex, face sitting, cum swallowing

Thank you @ringpop-poppy for always having Porco brainrot with me<3 and thanks to @alto-march-of-death for being a beta <3

“Porky,” you sing as you unlock the door to his apartment. The spare key was hidden exactly where it always is. He had threatened to move it so you couldn’t arrive unannounced like you always did. It was an empty threat, and you both knew it. “I brought the snacks for movie night! If you’re playing with your dick you better put it away!”

Porco rolls his eyes as he emerges from the hallway and into the living room. He’s slipping a shirt on over his broad chest as he says, “You always mention my dick. Is it because you want it or something?” He takes the bags of snacks from you and takes them to the kitchen. “Someone might think you’re only friends with me for the sex.”

You pout, removing your shoes and scoffing, “Oh please, we haven’t even had sex. Following your logic, does that mean you want to have sex with me?” Water spews from Porco’s lips at your comment and you smile innocently, “What? Was it something I said?”

He grabs a paper towel, mopping up the counter, “Shut up. You’re disgusting.” Porco scrunches his nose in distaste, “As if I’d have sex with you anyway.”

You clutch at your chest dramatically, “You wound me, Porky. How will I ever go on?”

He waves a hand as he goes back to the living room to sit on the couch, “If you die, at least have the courtesy to crawl outside. I don’t want you decomposing in my kitchen.”

This was your friendship; it was humorous, teasing, playful. Someone on the outside might be concerned that the threats and the disgust were real, but the two of you knew there wasn’t any truth to it. You made your way to the couch, waiting for Porco to get comfy before you joined him. When he was comfy, he sighed in fake annoyance before patting his lap, “Come on.”

Movie nights always came with this arrangement. Porco with his back to the armrest, laying on the couch, legs spread. You between his legs, head resting on his chest. It wasn’t always this way, but with time and a bit of emotional vulnerability, the two of you had become open to the physical affection of close friends.

The movie started, but it was one you had both seen before. Movie nights started with a movie you had seen, simply because the first movie was background noise. The two of you spent most of the first movie talking about your day, about developments in your lives, things like that.

“How’s that crush on Reiner,” Porco asks. “You ever pull up your big girl panties and tell him you’re interested?”

From your spot on his chest, you pinch his thigh and he grumbles angrily. “No. He’s still stuck on Historia. Which I get it, she’s a good choice--granted, not as good as me, but a good choice nonetheless--but she’s in love with Ymir.” You sigh loudly, “I just need something to push him over the edge, you know?” You tilt your head, looking up at him. “And you? That crazy ex-girlfriend? She ever listen to you when you said you don’t like her anymore?”

Porco groans, “God, I wish she would, but no. She even asked if you and I were dating because she came over here and saw you leaving. How creepy is that?”

You laugh, “She thought we were dating? That’s laughable.” You hum quietly in thought. “You know--”

“Do not finish that thought,” Porco snaps. “You’re going to ask something like ‘what if we were’ or something.” His voice pitches higher to mock you. He can’t tell if the feeling of his stomach rolling is because of the disgust at the thought of dating his best friend or something else. He presses that thought down. “That only works in those fanfics you read.”

You sniff indignantly, “Don’t hate the fanfics because you don’t achieve the expectations and standards set within them, Porky.” He flicks your forehead in response and you roll your eyes, “Be careful, maybe I’m a masochist.”

You miss the way Porco’s eyes dilate at your comment. He turns his face to the TV, trying to clear his mind of your words. “I’m better than those fictional men,” he mumbles, slightly offended.

You laugh and he feels the way your body shakes against his. You gently poke him in the stomach, “I’m sure you are, Porky. Too bad you can’t prove your words since your pride won’t let you fake date me for mutual benefit.” The fluttering in your stomach belies the confidence you’re exuding.

There’s silence from Porco. He does this when he feels the conversation will annoy him. He surprises you by saying, “What does fake dating include?”

You clear your throat, “I mean...it’s dating but...fake. We can decide what that looks like if you’re genuinely interested.” You keep your cheek pressed against his chest. If you look at him now, the carefully constructed façade you’ve built will surely shatter. There was a time when building a friendship with Porco was a ruse; you wanted more than that. In getting to know him, you had all but forgotten that plan from so long ago. But sometimes...sometimes he worms his way into your heart again and you’re at a loss for a moment (or multiple moments).

“You said it was mutually beneficial,” he says by way of explanation. “You’re the one who has read all the fanfics, you tell me how it works.” He feels you grumbling against his chest at the mention of fanfics again. He ruffles your hair, “Come on, princess, how does it work?”

You hope he can’t feel the way your cheeks heat up at the pet name. Your guilty pleasure pet name of ‘princess’ falling so easily from his mouth really sends your body into disarray. “Well, in public, you act like a couple. Outside of the public eye, you can hate each other or be friends or whatever you would normally do. The fake dating is for appearances, you know? So for you, the benefit is that ex getting off your back. For me, it’s--”

“Reiner getting his head out of his ass,” Porco interrupts. He waves his hand leisurely, “Yeah, yeah that makes sense.” He goes silent and you can sense the way he has something to say. You look up at him from your spot against his chest and his cheeks are tinged pink. “Say, uh, do people usually ask questions about our sexual lives? What do we say to that?”

You choke, sitting up as you cough. Porco smacks a hand against your back, shouting apologies. You take a deep breath and stare at him. “Well...what do you want to say to that? I feel like...the people who are going to be asking that question know who you and I are as people. They would have made the assumption prior to asking.”

Porco’s earlier uneasiness clears and his arrogance is back. He smirks at you, “If you want me to fuck you, just say so.” He’s half joking. Or at least he thinks he is. He isn’t really sure at this moment.

You cock an eyebrow. The arrogance you two display always builds off one another. “If you want to fuck me, just say so. You’re the one who asked, aren’t you? You want this to be friends-with-benefits who are fake dating?” You lean forward, face close to his. You revel in the way he watches you with rapt attention. “Just say the word, it can be.”

He presses one of his large hands into your face, pushing you away. “You’re disgusting. Go away.” The half-hard cock in his pajama pants belies his words.

You pout at him, going back to your previous position. Both of you choose to ignore his cock that both of you can definitely feel pressing between you. “I’m not disgusting,” you grumble.

“That’s payback for saying fanfic men are better than me,” he retorts. He swallows the groan he was going to let out as your body rubs against his cock. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear you’re doing it on purpose. Porco grabs you by the shoulders, voice strained as he chokes out, “Stop. Moving. Like. That.” He should’ve known better than to show weakness to you. Mistake number one of the night. You’re like a lioness on the hunt, preying on the mistakes of your prey.

You hum, paying no attention to the grip he has on your shoulders. “Why? Am I so disgusting you can’t help but get hard at the thought of me?” You’re walking on thin ice, you know you are, and yet you’re doing it anyway. This is a line you cannot uncross. You don’t really have the mind to care, not when his cock was pressing against you.

Porco grinds his teeth together, “Stop playing around.”

“Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend, Porky,” you ask, looking up at him and fluttering your eyelashes. Mistake number two of the night. His pupils are dilated as he stares at you. He looks like he’s having an internal debate with himself. Your breath hitches at the sight and you turn your face away to rest your cheek back against his chest.

His hands slide beneath your armpits, pulling your body up higher until you are face-to-face with him. His warm breath fans across your face as you stare in surprise at him. “Nuh uh, princess. You don’t get to tease and get away with it.” You are slowly crossing a line, your toes at the edge of it, ready to run across.

You hate how breathless you sound when you say, “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, Porco?” His actual name slips out of your mouth without thinking. No ‘Pock’ or ‘Porky’ to keep yourself in check. Mistake number three of the night.

Porco stares into your eyes and he takes one of your hands, sliding it between you until your hand rests against his cock. “You did that. Now you get to fix it.” Quicker than you can register, he wraps an arm around you, lifting you so he can get you on your back. He hovers over you, now slightly uncertain because of the position you’re in. It’s endearing the concern he has. Thinking that thought...mistake number four of the night. He presses his lips together and stares at you, “Are you...sure?”

There’s something about how sweet he is despite how desperate he just was that in turn makes you desperate as well. You grab him by the shirt, balling the fabric in your fist, “This is a friends-with-benefits, fake dating AU. Just fucking kiss me, you idiot.” Porco doesn’t have time to consider what ‘AU’ means before you tug him to you and press your lips together. Mistake number five.

The first thought you have is his lips are so soft. They explore yours gently, something that shouldn’t have surprised you, but did. You get to see Porco in a different light than everyone else; with you, he is open, vulnerable, something everyone else does not have the pleasure to experience. The way his lips roamed your own should not have been a surprise.

Porco is the one to run his tongue over your lips, seeking permission. The way he takes control is no surprise. He nips at your lip when you don’t grant him permission. “Come on, brat,” he mumbles against your mouth. “Quit playing hard-to-get.”

“You knew what you got into,” you tell him, nipping at his lip in retaliation. His hand slides down your body, slipping under the band of your sweatpants and panties. You gasp in surprise and he smirks against your lips, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. It’s sloppy but neither of you seem to mind the spit that gathers at the corners of your lips. His hand stays exactly where it was now that his trick worked.

You pull away from him, resting your forehead against his as you catch your breath. “Shit,” you mutter.

Porco smirks once more, “Better than the fanfic men?” He presses his lips to your jaw, using a hand to tilt your head back. “Since I’m real and not fictional, I’ll assume the answer is yes. What I will say is that, even though this whole agreement hinges on you scoring Reiner...I’ll give you the royal treatment, princess, which is too bad as it’ll ruin you for anyone else.” You flush once more at the pet name, but this time, Porco notices. A wicked grin comes over his features, “Aw, jeez, you’re a ‘princess’ kind of girl?” His lips ghost over your throat, lips gently brushing the skin, “Well, princess, enjoy the royal treatment, then.”

Porco’s hand slides further down into your pants, middle finger dipping between your folds first, seeking out your clit. His bites at your pulse point, feeling the way your heart is beating quickly at the predicament you’re in. Your hips buck up as he finds your clit and he smiles against the skin of your throat, “You somehow never shut up, but now is the time you decide to be quiet?”

You tug at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to take it off to distract yourself. You bite down on your lip and then blink slowly up at him, “Give me a reason to be loud and I will.” Porco stares at you for a moment before retracting his hand and pulling his shirt off, throwing it in a corner somewhere. Your hands immediately rove over the hard planes of his chest as he begins to remove your clothes.

He is in no rush as he gently slides your sweatpants down your legs. He swallows thickly at seeing your legs so bare and the wet spot in your panties. You sit up, tugging your shirt off and he blinks quickly. “You-you didn’t wear a bra? To my apartment?”

You give him a deadpan stare, “That’s your first comment, really? Not ‘oh wow, i want those in my mouth’ or ‘damn that’s what you hide under those sweatshirts’ for your first comment.”

Porco continues to stare at your chest and you clear your throat. His gaze snaps to your eyes. Mistake number six of the night. Your eyes are sparkling with the laughter and the teasing you’re giving him. And god, he could watch your eyes sparkle like the night sky until he went blind. Instead, he goes for an eloquent, “I do want them in my mouth.”

You laugh then, grabbing at the waist of his pants and pulling him forward, “Then do it, stupid. Do whatever you want to me.” That is all the clearance he needs. His reservations are dashed against the wall as you give him permission. You both have crossed a line, and you continue to run further from it. He takes a nipple in his mouth, tongue laving over it while his hand pinches and pulls on the other one. His teeth graze over your nipple and his cock twitches as you moan quietly.

His hand moves from your nipple to your mouth, thumb pressing between your lips. You part them, curious. Porco pulls away from your nipple for a moment so he can say, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you when I ruin you.” Mistake number seven of the night. Your mouth sucks on his thumb and he removes it, shoving it in your panties and rubbing tight circles against your clit again.

Porco takes his time with you. Once he’s satisfied on one nipple, he moves to the other, sucking hickies into the skin surrounding it before letting his teeth graze over the sensitive nub. Your hips buck against his thumb so he obliges, letting his middle finger slide down to your hole, teasing the entrance with the tip of his finger. You whine, just like he was hoping you would.

“You’re so desperate, trying to fuck yourself on my finger,” he says quietly, moving off your breast and kissing down your sternum. “I should’ve known you were a little slut like this.” Porco takes your panties in his teeth, tugging them down. “Jeez, look at you making a mess in those panties,” he coos, voice slightly muffled by the fabric between his teeth.

You huff indignantly and stare at up at the ceiling, “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Porco cocks his head, “You haven’t cum yet, so no. Have patience, princess. I know you’re desperate for my cock, but I said I’d take care of you.” The surprise on your face gives him pause. “Has--have your other partners not...cared about making you cum?” You don’t answer and he sits back thoughtfully, thumb still rubbing at your clit. “Sit on my face,” he says simply.

You sputter, “What?” The thought of sitting on his face is daunting. “What if I--”

“Too heavy? I really don’t care,” he interrupts. “I refuse to fuck you until you’ve had at least one orgasm. So you can either sit on my face or get nothing at all.” He gestures to his face, “Your throne for the evening, princess. Take it or leave it.”

Porco knows you’ve conceded so he lays back on the couch. Gingerly, you crawl up his body until you’re nearly to his face. “Are you--”

Porco sighs in annoyance and grabs the back of your thighs, dragging you forward until your center is hovering over his face. His hands travel up the back of your thighs to your ass, squeezing at the flesh. “Lower,” he commands, voice husky with desire. “If you don’t lower yourself, I will do it for you.” You slowly lower yourself, feeling Porco’s hot breath against your wet cunt, his nose gently brushing your clit. “That’s my girl,” he coos, before flattening his tongue against you, rubbing his nose against your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, grabbing at the back of the couch to keep yourself up. Sure, you had gotten head before, but Porco...Porco ate you out like it was a meal to a man starved. Your thighs pressed against his head as they began to shake around him. “P-Porco, please.”

Your plea goes straight to his cock that is straining uncomfortably against his pajama pants. He could barely hear you with the way your legs were pressed to his ears. He rubs his nose against your clit, looking up at you from between your legs. “Cum on my tongue, baby. Do it.” He calls you ‘baby’ without thinking. His mouth continues to work on you, eyes flicking up to look at you your eyes squeeze shut and mouth hangs agape. He could really cum from that alone.

You cum on his tongue and he laps it up, teasing your oversensitive nerves with languid swipes of his tongue. Your hand comes down to rest in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp as you catch your breath. “Have you been tested,” you ask. Probably a bit late for that thought since you just came on his tongue.

“Yeah, why,” Porco says, still beneath you. “I have condoms.” Very quickly, you shimmy your body down his, moving off his face. He props himself up on his elbows, “What are you--”

You don’t give him time to complete his thought, standing up to remove his pants and briefs. “I do not care that you have condoms. Right now, I need…” you pause, giggling. “I need Pock cock.”

Porco stares at you, “You’re so stupid. You are talking about my penis. You are telling me that you desperately want my cock. And you call it Pock cock?!” He runs a hand through his hair, sitting up. “I haven’t-I haven’t even prepped you. Let me do that.”

You grab him by the shoulders, shifting his body so his back is against the back of the couch. “No.” Porco sputters as you kneel, hole positioned above him. You hum thoughtfully, “It’ll be a stretch.” You lean forward, mouth by his ear so you can whisper, “Just tell me I’m a good girl while I do it and I promise it’ll be fine, baby.” You use the term of endearment almost mockingly, a callback to earlier when he had used it. Mistake number eight of the night.

Porco has to restrain himself from thrusting into you right then. He groans, throwing his head back, “Fuck. You can’t just say shit like that.” His hands slide down your body, resting at your hips. “Are you sure it’ll be--�� he doesn’t finish the thought. You press yourself down on his cock, your warmth enveloping him as you stretch around him. He’s thick, and you whine softly as you move down his length.

Porco remembers what you told him. Of course you would have a praise kink. He digs his thumbs into the flesh at your hip, “Fuck. You-you’re doing--shit--taking me so well, look at you, baby.” You’re almost fully around him, so he wraps his arms around you, gently pressing his hips up to meet you. You moan, chin resting on his shoulder. Porco presses his lips to your jaw, then gently nibbles at your earlobe as you adjust. “It’s like you were made for this cock, baby. You feel-fuck, you feel so good.”

You roll your hips against him, both of you letting out moans at the action. You don’t often take the initiative to ride someone. You’re in charge, you set the pace, but it hits a very good spot for you. But you’d be damned if you didn’t get to watch Porco fall apart this time.

Porco should’ve known that you’d be a fucking tease. You rode him without any urgency, rolling your hips and bouncing on him at varying paces, paces that edged him. He was a mess beneath you; his head was tilted back against the couch, and your hips were sure to bruise with how hard he was holding you.

“Fuck this,” he growls, bringing his head forward to look at you. His hand goes up to your throat, gently squeezing the sides, “You want to be a little tease? You want to edge me? Nuh uh, not anymore.” He wraps an arm around you, twisting you so your back is on the couch as he hovers over you. “You were so desperate for my cock earlier. Well now you’re going to get it.”

A strangled gasp escapes you as he pulls out, thrusting harshly back in. His thumb goes down between your bodies, rubbing against your clit. “You cum first, you’re ordering the pizza for dinner,” he says before pounding into you. Porco is merciless, thumb stimulating you as his cock brushes your g-spot at the same time. It doesn’t help that he’s whispering absolute filth into your ear as well. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Bet you’d like me to fill you up like the little cumslut you are.”

You cum first, clamping down around his cock. Porco slows his thrusts, trying not to overstimulate you as you come down from your high. And fuck, the way you’re squeezing his cock like you want to keep it buried in you, he almost stays there. He pulls out, reveling in the whimper you make. “Sorry baby, but I’m gonna fill that mouth up. Maybe having it full can keep you from being such a brat.”

Porco nearly cums on the spot at the way you open your mouth, tongue out, staring at him through your lashes. He pumps his cock in his fist, pushing himself right to the edge before pressing his cock into your mouth to thrust a few times. He cums down your throat, moaning quietly as your tongue rolls over his cock, cleaning it off.

You pull off his cock, swiping at the corner of your mouth, “What kind of pizza do you want?”

Porco slides into the booth next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. You, Porco, and Reiner were at a party, but decided to take a moment to relax. Reiner cocks an eyebrow at the two of you, “Honestly, I’m surprised it took this long.”

Porco chuckles, “What can I say, my princess likes to play hard-to-get.” His other hand rests on your thigh, gently kneading circles into the skin.

“Princess,” Reiner repeats the pet name. It doesn’t have the same effect coming from Reiner as it does coming from Porco. You don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad one. “What brought this on?”

You shrug, sipping at your drink, “It just kind of happened. I mean, we were friends before we started dating so it just kind of...progressed.”

Porco remembers the whole reason for the fake dating arrangement in the first place. The reason is sitting right across from them at the booth. Porco presses a kiss to your cheek--to keep up appearances of course--and flicks your forehead affectionately, “I’m heading to the bathroom. Be right back.”

You nod, continuing your conversation with Reiner. Porco heads towards the bathroom, rounding the corner and then standing there to watch. He watches the way you laugh at something Reiner says. He knows that your eyes are sparkling like they always do. He hears you snort when you laugh, butterflies erupting in his stomach. It is then that he knows this arrangement was doomed from the start. That night you had agreed on it--the night you two had had sex--he should have known. He plays it back in his head often, counting the mistakes that should have indicated that this was a fool’s errand. There were eight of them.

Reiner’s hand reaches across the table and rests on top of yours as he says something earnestly. Porco wants to walk back then, to interrupt the moment, but he doesn’t. This was the goal in the first place, after all.

You laugh at what Reiner says, his hand slightly clammy on top of yours. You hope the laugh is genuine. You pull your hand out from under his, using it to hold your glass and take a drink. Your phone buzzes on the table. You snort at the message, seeing it is from Porco. Reiner tries to be inconspicuous as he looks at the screen.

Took your hand away pretty fast, princess. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your stomach flips. In the beginning, that was the goal.

His hand is clammy. You send your text, setting your phone down. You nod at something Reiner says.

Porco stares at his phone screen, your explanation for why you had pulled away staring back at him. He can’t help but feel this is a small victory, but he isn’t sure why. Oh, not warm like mine as they caress your skin? He sends the text, watching you for your reaction. The flush on your exposed shoulders makes him chuckle. Got ya all hot and bothered, right there in front of the guy you’re supposed to be making jealous. Wonder if he thinks that pretty blush is for him? Porco pockets his phone, strolling back to the booth like he didn’t just send the text that he did.

“Took you long enough,” you say, “Did you make sure to give a courtesy spray after you took a shit?” Reiner’s eyebrows shoot up so fast, you’re worried they might shoot off his forehead.

“So vulgar,” Porco chides. “Wanna go dance, princess?” His fingers dance up your thighs, teasing the edge of your skirt and heading back down your legs, only to repeat the sequence.

“Sure, dear,” you respond. A furrow appears in Reiner’s brows, but he doesn’t comment on the slight tension in your shoulders.

Porco grabs your hand, dragging you to the dance floor. He tugs on your hips, pulling you against him so your back is against his chest. His mouth is right by your ear. “Such a shame he had clammy hands,” Porco whispers. “You could be dancing with ol’ Reiner Braun instead of me right now, just like you wanted.”

You hum, playing along with his game--it’s just a game, right?--and press your ass against his crotch as you dance. “How bad would that make me look? Coming with my boyfriend and grinding on someone else? I could never, that would be...naughty of me.”

“Could have had me fooled, little slut,” he whispers, nibbling on your earlobe. You shiver against him. “Bet if I asked, Reiner wouldn’t mind joining us. Would you want that?”

“Actually,” you drawl, “I’d like to blow your brains out. In the hot way, not with a gun.” Porco can’t help the throb in his cock at your words. The guy you were intent on getting when this arrangement started was within your grasp, yet here you were...wanting him instead. Is this what it’s like being in too deep?

“Then don’t flirt with him,” Porco growls. “Not when you and I have this. Not when it’s my name you moan almost every night.” Neither of you can tell if he’s serious.

The next opportunity to make Reiner jealous happens a few days later. Porco invites him over to watch movies. He also invites Bertholdt so Reiner doesn’t feel like a third wheel. Without thinking, you and Porco stretch out on the couch like you normally do for movie nights. Porco realizes there is only one couch and the two of you scramble to make room for Reiner and Bertholdt.

Porco pulls you into his lap to make more space. The four of you watch a few movies before getting tired. Porco offers the couch and makes a pallet for Reiner and Bertholdt. “There’s only two spots,” Reiner says dumbly. “Isn’t y/n sleeping out here with us?”

Porco shrugs, “That’s up to her. She can sleep with me or you two.”

“Well I hope I’d want to sleep with my boyfriend,” you say with a laugh. “Sorry Reiner, Berty.” The two of them shrug, debating on who is going to sleep where. The door to Porco’s room shuts softly behind you.

Porco is sitting on the bed, staring at you. “Shouldn’t you want to sleep out there with them?”

You shrug, getting into bed beside him, “I wasn’t wrong. Wouldn’t it be weird if I slept with two men who aren’t my boyfriend?” You’re making excuses now. The clammy hand? That was laughable. This one was at least believable and valid. This plan wasn’t going at all like it was supposed to. The fanfics should’ve been indicative of that.

Third time's the charm, Porco thinks to himself. He hopes it isn’t as he leans against a wall, watching you talk to Reiner. You shiver--it’s a bit cold outside--and Reiner offers you his jacket. You take it. Porco feels a crack in his heart. It’s just cold outside.

You laugh at something Reiner says--Porco hates when you do that because he loves the way your eyes sparkle and he wants to keep that for himself. Only because I’m the funniest person I know, no one else deserves the sparkles of laughter in your eyes when they aren’t funny like me. He watches you hold up a finger to Reiner and then pull your phone from your pocket.

His phone buzzes immediately in his pocket. That wasn’t even funny. Also his jacket smells like lavender. Help. You again laugh at something Reiner says, a hand reaching out to slap at his arm. Porco shoves his phone in his pocket, ready to go over and interrupt. He tells himself it’s only because you hate the smell of lavender. It gives you a headache.

Porco strolls up, “Oh, hey babe. Were you cold? Here, take my jacket so Reiner can have his back.” You immediately take Reiner’s off, thanking him and then wrapping yourself in Porco’s jacket. “Let me see if there’s a blanket around here, I’ll be back.” It smells like leather and mint and bergamot and you take a deep inhale as Porco walks away. Only to get rid of the lavender.

Reiner says something to you that you don’t hear. He repeats it. “Are you happy with him?” The question takes you off guard. “Because...because I thought that...I thought that you might have liked me. And then you two started dating. So I just...I want to make sure you’re happy.”

Porco hears the question. He’s not far enough away and Reiner has never been good at talking quietly. Porco grabs a blanket from the stack. Pieck was always prepared; a bonfire and blankets seemed counterintuitive, but here you were freezing. Porco takes his time.

“Yeah,” you respond. “I am.” It’s simple. Someone else might think you aren’t genuine, but not Porco. You answered without hesitation and with clear strength behind the words. Porco isn’t sure if it’s the cold or his beating heart that causes him to shiver.

Reiner smiles at you, “I’m glad. I’ll see you around then.” He excuses himself, leaving you to ponder what just happened. You hadn’t even thought about your answer. But this wasn’t real. Your mind is racing as you stare at the space Reiner had just occupied.

A blanket wraps around you and Porco’s mouth is by your ear. “Do the people in the fanfics always catch feelings? Maybe you should’ve warned me that could happen to us,” Porco whispers. His hands rub at your arms that are swathed in his jacket and a blanket. You aren’t sure what you can say right now. He heard. He could tell. He knows.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper softly, looking at the ground and glaring at your feet as if they’re the ones who caught feelings.

“Sorry?” Porco walks around so he is in front of you. “For what? Falling love with me? It’s not hard to do, I understand.” You snort and roll your eyes. He grips your chin, tilting your head up. Porco is smiling at you when you look at him. “That’s my sassy girl.”

You cock your head, “Who said anything about falling in love? I think you mentioned it because that’s how you feel.” The conversation gives you deja vu to the conversation that happened before this arrangement was made. When you joked about having sex.

“That’s why I said it, sweetheart. And that’s why I said ‘my sassy girl’,” Porco replies. He flicks your forehead, “Emphasis is placed on the word my because you are mine and no one else’s. Is that enough of an explanation for you?”

“It will have to do for now,” you reply, eyes sparkling with contained laughter as you tease him to exasperation. “You can explain it more when we get home.” You take his hand, dragging him to the chairs set up around the bonfire. Porco can’t help but think back to the night that started all this. He had called his decisions mistakes and counted them one-by-one each time he replayed that night in his head. He supposed mistakes happen, but nothing was a mistake when it came to you.

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I didn’t know you had a thing for bandanas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIV! omg how do i even start...you’re not only one of my favorite people on this site but literally one of my favorite souls on this earth. you radiate warmth, wit, and yes...thottery :) so of course i had to write some grammys tae smut for you, right? of course i did. i love you so much, i hope you have a fabulous day and i’m sending you so so many hugs! happiest of birthdays to you @taetaespeaches, my sister wife, my twin flame, the best honey boy min enthusiast, my favorite wholesome thot! i love you i love you i love you <3

genre: smut (ofc)

warnings: GRAMMYS TAEHYUNG, suggestive texting mentions, tae’s a Tease™️, heavy petting and groping, grinding/dry humping, fingering, brief nipple play, there’s a handjob or two, unprotected sex (stay safe!), mild dirty talk and profanity, this is pretty much just filth i do apologize

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“Oh my god.”

Huffing, you tossed your phone back onto the counter, staring back at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, lips parted in disbelief. You could not believe Taehyung, truly. He could be a tease, of course, but tonight he was on another level.

The number of photos, that could only be described as none other than thirst traps, you’d been sent throughout the night was dizzying.

Spanning from the time he was getting ready for the Grammy’s red carpet to when he was backstage in that goddamn bandana for the Old Town Road performance, you’d already stashed them in a hidden folder, pulling them back up on your screen whenever your brain drifted to them again. Which, admittedly, had been a lot over the past few hours.

Despite traveling overseas for the award ceremony together, you could not attend the show with him for obvious reasons. Truly, you didn’t mind. You weren’t about the glitz and glamour anyway; but fuck, he really wasn’t making it easy on you.

In addition to the multiple professionally taken shots of your boyfriend at the show beginning to circulate, your texting conversation with him consisted of only attachment after attachment at this point, eyes practically bulging out of your head with each scroll of your thumb and hooking you in for more in his absence from your hotel room.

And that had been your only activity for the night until you decided to part from the television and get ready for bed.

Groaning when your phone began buzzing repeatedly on the marble, you set the washcloth you’d been running over your face atop the surface, peeking at the screen and rolling your eyes when you saw your boyfriend’s name across the top of it.

Swiping your thumb across the flashing display, you lifted the phone to your ear, leaning your stomach against the counter as you mumbled a greeting.

“Hey, why didn’t you respond?” He asked immediately, making you chuckle at his bluntness.

“I’m still processing the information you’ve provided me with, Tae.” You responded, hearing the man’s deep chuckle reverberate through the device.

“What information is that, love?”

You could hear the amused teasing in his voice, smug grin prominent on his face as he awaited your reply.

“The endless shirtless selfies, Taehyung. That is the information I’m referencing.” You said, thinking back on the several attachments you’d gotten notifications for over the course of the night, each time Taehyung was changing his outfit followed by a photo of him nearly naked in the mirror backstage.

“I thought they were tasteful.” He teased, giggling when you groaned on the other side of the call.

“Biting your lip while gripping your bulge? Oh yeah, I’m sure Army’s would agree. Very tasteful.” You teased back, the man humming deeply.

“I don’t share those things with Army though, because those are for you only.” He smirked, you mirroring his hummed reply with a slight smile.

“When are you coming back?” You asked, tapping your fingernails against the surface beside the basin of the sink.

“We need to do one more interview, then we can leave.” He answered, a member of the staff speaking in the background followed by Hoseok’s laugh ringing out through the room.

You sighed in response, quiet enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear it. That thought was proven wrong almost immediately as he chuckled, the phone shuffling in his grip as the voices in the background turned to muffled noise.

“What’s wrong, hm? Miss me?” He lowered his voice to presumably not be heard by others, his husky tone causing you to swallow a harsh gulp, thankful you weren’t video calling so you could play along with his little game.

“Mm, not particularly. I just wanted to play GTA with Kook.” You teased, smirking at Taehyung’s scoff, hairs raising on your arms as he chuckled into the phone and through your speaker.

“Alright. Well, you can expect Kook soon.” He said, tone smug as he heard the breath hitch in your throat.

“Love you.” He murmured into the phone before abruptly hanging up, leaving you clutching your phone with a racing heart as you anticipated your boyfriends’ arrival.

Trying to fight the now strengthened desire for your man, you blocked out the images from tonight along with the tone of his deep honeyed voice through the phone the best you could, reaching for your soap pump with a sigh.

“Unbelievably rude.”

The silence of your room was awfully loud as you drew out the remaining steps of your skincare routine, hoping that if you took long enough then there would be less empty waiting time for your boyfriend. Your incredibly attractive boyfriend who you could not wait to get your hands on.

Your eyes continually darted to the timestamp on your lock screen, sighing each time as only a few minutes had passed since the last time you checked.

If Taehyung could see how desperate you were acting right now, he’d surely have that god damn smirk on his face, one that would probably have your jeans unbutton themselves beyond your own control.

Heaving another sigh, you distractedly stretched your neck from side to side, scrunching your face up in a grimace at the resulting snaps.

The closing of your eyes combined with the loud rush of water from the faucet seemed to drown out the sounds you’d eagerly been waiting for, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sudden addition of Taehyung next to you through the reflection of the mirror above the sink.

His hair was still styled over that black and white patterned bandana, matching with the shirt that exposed just a touch of his bicep and a whole lot of his chest.

Despite the immediate salivating of your tongue, you kept your shocked expression on your face, breathing out his name as you leaned a hand on the counter beside you.

“Fuck, you scared me.” You placed your other hand over your heart, Taehyung grinning before reaching his arm out to pull you into his chest, pressing a kiss to each cheek before leaning back to smile at you.

“Sorry, love. Ended up leaving a little earlier.” He explained, smirking as your eyes glued to the bandana still tucked under the hair over his forehead.

“Hm, I don’t mind.” You said, blowing a breath past your lips at the man’s appearance.

“What?” Taehyung asked in reference to the action, his eyes blinking back at you as your hand traced over his long hair curled to perfection.

“You look really fucking good right now. Not that I need to tell you that.” You mumbled distractedly, fixing the strip of fabric laying over the top of his forehead, Taehyung teasingly raising his eyebrows at you with a swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“No, please do.” He said smugly, causing you to snap out of your lust-struck daze as you tapped at his shoulder with a snort.

“What an ass.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” He responded, smoothly trailing his fingers down a bit lower to rest on your butt and gently grope the globes, pulling you flush to his chest as his darkened eyes held contact with yours.

“Can you ever get your head out of the gutter?” You tried to say, gasps escaping every few words as he began pushing your hips into his, effectively grinding his erection into you.

“Hm,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “with you, no.” He said, placing his hand on your jaw to pull you into a long-awaited kiss, soft yet sensual in the way he smoothed his lips over yours.

Your breath caught in your throat as Taehyung’s hand slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, letting his thumb glide over your clit as his tongue invaded your mouth.

The action was needy, as was the manner his fingers gathered the slick leaking between your folds to push up to fill your hole. Taehyung swallowed your moans as his fingers played in your pussy, his deep chuckles vibrating against you while his fingers dutifully pumped into your entrance.

“Like that, baby?” He mumbled against your bottom lip, your mouth hanging open as you whined incoherently in response. He groaned at the spasming of your walls around his appendages, leaning his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the counter to stabilize your increasingly wobbly legs.

“God, you drive me crazy.” He grunted, rutting his hips into your thigh as you moaned his name once again.

Squealing as he suddenly withdrew his hands from your underwear and lifted you up on the counter by your hips, you watched with raised brows as the man ripped your pajama bottoms and panties down your legs, easily tossing them onto the tile floor and leaving your lower half bare on the cold marble counter beside the sink.

“Eager, are we?” You murmured, Taehyung smirking as he shuffled out of his pants, his boxers soon to follow as you took the liberty of removing his t-shirt from your torso.

“And you aren’t?” He posed, taking the shirt from your hands and tossing it somewhere below him in the mess of clothes piling up beside his feet. Tugging you by the thighs, he smiled as you helped him by scooting to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hands landed on your lower back.

“I didn’t say that.” You said, fingers tousling the fluffy hair at the crown of his head as he hummed, playing around with the clasp of your bra until it released with a small sound, the cups immediately releasing your breasts as he pulled the straps down your arms.

“I consider it a good thing that we can’t keep our hands off each other.” He shrugged, gently prying your arms from around his neck to successfully remove the bra dangling from your wrists, pressing kisses to the pulse points of your wrists before laying them down in your lap as his hands instead landed on your breasts.

You sighed as his thumbs easily circled your nipples, his eyes glued to your chest as he watched the buds twist into peaks with a small grin.

“So pretty.” He whispered, making you blush as you distractedly reached for his dress shirt, snapping the buttons out of the holes in a haste to see his bare chest. The task proved to be difficult with Taehyung’s increasing pressure on your nipples, a knowing smirk on the man’s face as your pleading eyes desperately darted to his own.

“Tae, this shirt is really testing my patience.” You sighed, the man chuckling as he reluctantly removed his hands from your chest to assist you in unbuttoning the shirt that had nearly killed you while watching him perform a couple of hours ago.

As soon as he undid the fifth or sixth button down, your hands were on the revealed skin, feeling him like a madwoman as he lovingly chuckled at your actions. Tossing the loose material to the floor, he finally stood before you completely naked, placing a hand on the back of your head to guide you to his lips in yet another heated kiss.

Taehyung hummed deep in his throat as you reached down to pump his fully erect cock in your hand, taking the hint as you lined him up at your entrance with a push of your other hand on his shoulder.

“Love you so much.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his hips forward to sink into you, each inch providing you with a delicious burn as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head as he finally fit himself snugly inside of you.

Starting off slow, he only slightly moved his cock back before pushing it in again, causing you to mewl as he started teasingly circling his hips inside of you. The grinding was nice, sure, but it gave you no real relief. Which he was perfectly aware of.

“Fuck me harder, Tae.” You whimpered out as he continued sensually grinding into you, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as he stopped his actions completely.

“Hm? What was that, love?” He cockily raised his brows at you, grinning at the look of pure frustration on your face.

“Fuck me harder. Taehyung.” You practically spat out, the man tutting at your tone.

“Where are your manners, love?”

“Tae,” you whined, “please just fuck me.” You begged, Taehyung simpering as he picked up your calves, resting your legs in the crooks of his elbows to push your knees to your chest and effectively spread you wider for him.

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock, praising you with a moan of your name as he tilted his head up toward the ceiling.

With you leaning forward to kiss his jaw, Taehyung broke eye contact with the vent in the ceiling, instead focusing on you as he continued rolling his hips into yours. His eyes held yours with intense force, only faltering with a flutter of his eyelids when your walls began spasming around him.

“Shit, I love your pussy, baby.” He breathed, placing his lips back on yours when you responded with a wanton moan, placing his hands on your hips to glide you along his length in addition to the force he pounded into you with.

You whimpered at the sudden speed in which his hips slapped into yours along with the depths he managed to hit with the angle, clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, oh my god.” You cried as he sped up the pace of his hips, gradually working himself up into an almost inhumane speed as he quite literally attempted to split you open with his cock. His grunts punctuated each thrust, hot breaths fanning out onto your neck as he buried his face in your skin.

“T-tae.” You stuttered as the tip of his cock repeatedly tapped at your cervix, Taehyung responding with a deep moan as he glanced down between your bodies, eyes glued to where you met over and over again as your walls tightened the hardest they had yet around him.

“Cum, baby.” He panted, lifting his eyes to watch your own squeeze shut with a gasp, the man himself falling over the edge at the sight. Nothing could ever get him off like watching you orgasm.

As he hastily pulled out of you, you whined at the sudden emptiness in your core, leaning your head back against the mirror in exhaustion as your droopy eyes watched him jerk his cock using your slick, only a few moments passing before translucent white liquid shot out from his tip and onto your stomach.

Sitting up from the mirror, you fell into Taehyung’s arms, the man chuckling a bit as he rubbed his palm over your spine.

“I love you.” He murmured, breaths finally evening out as he held you in his arms, your own loosely wrapped around his waist with your fingers caressing the skin of his hip.

“I love you too,” you leaned back to look at him, forehead pressing to his as you gave him a lazy smile, “and I’m so proud of you. You were amazing tonight.” You said, swiping his long bangs out of his eyes as he shyly grinned at you, his flustered reaction at your words causing you to giggle fondly.

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” He admitted, misty eyes making you cup his cheeks as you pressed your lips to the plush skin on either side of his nose.

“Of course you could have. You’re amazing Tae, don’t underestimate that.” You soothed, the man’s lips quirking up slightly as he tipped his chin to place his lips on yours.

“Okay.” He whispered against your bottom lip, chuckling breathily when you began pressing feather-light kisses to his lips, exaggerating them with loud “muah”s making Taehyung’s eyes shut as he laughed.

“You good?” You asked, his irises sparkling back at you as he nodded in confirmation.

“I’m great.” He said, reaching up to push his hair back off his forehead, the copious amounts of gel his stylists had put in his hair throughout the night defying the action and making it fall back onto the skin anyway.

“Good. Now clean your cum off my stomach, I wanna go to bed.”

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