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pupcuck · 5 months

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JINGLE BALLS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, leon is creepy ngl, dub-con at first then consensual, daddy issues, you get compared to your mom lots, creampie, daddy kink

note. HAII sorry for this being late omg :3 umm this is weird and jolty and the plot im not totally happy with but :333 ignore typos or I will cry!! feedback and reblogs always so appreciated :3

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“Pumpkin!” Your dad’s embrace is stiff per usual. This guy - he seriously needs a lesson in intimacy. Can’t go hugging your daughter the same way you do a girlfriend. Dads shouldn’t put their hands below your midriff. They certainly shouldn’t grip your hips and pull you close with such fervour, now you’re tit to tit with the man who gifted you your pornstar rack. And it’s a bit awkward to say the very least.

“Hi, dad.” He backs off, skittish when he hears your tone of voice. Flat and clipped.

“Sweetpea, I’m so glad you’re here,” Leon starts, he’s laying it on super thick, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” Oh, you’re exhausted already.

“Mhm.” You nod in disinterest as you toe off your shoes, place them beside his mud-caked boots. Leon is your dad. Your dad is just a guy to you. One that’s around never, you see him seldom and from afar. He’s not exactly awful, but he’s nothing great. A little touchy if anything, and enthusiastic in a way that comes across as disingenuous.

The only thing you really know about Leon is that he’s your dad, he works with the government, and he’s still hung up on your mom. You can tell from a mile away. Looks at her like she crafted the earth itself, mapped out the stars, plucked them from the sky to make him a new moon. Totally whipped for a woman who forgets he exists until major holidays roll around. And you get it honestly, your mom is pretty, fun, and she’s all you’ve got. So you might take after dad in that sense.

You’ve seen the kinda women he brings home. That time you caught him mid disgusting, nasty, abhorrent sex act that you’ve only seen in porn. Had this poor girl’s head tilted so far back, blonde curls like liquid gold running along her back, brushing the swell of her ass, his arm wrapped around her neck - like, was he trying to fucking kill her? Well, she liked it clearly. That’s beside the point, when you saw her face the following morning, her sheepish smile and the slant of her eyes - you got it. Mom. She looked like mom. You overheard him telling her she was too young for him, a college girl, his daughter’s age - only after he came down her throat though. What a creep.

Then there was his girlfriend from a few years back, this chick who popped her gum too loud, bossed him around and got him to pay for a new set of acrylics weekly. It was uncanny the resemblance between her and mom. What next? You? Is it your turn to be pursued by Leon, by dad? The only thing you’ve got from him is tits, busty like your daddy, pretty like your mommy. And he fucking knows it. You know he does.

Leon places a hand on your lower back. Like, way lower back, the spot a boyfriend would touch when he wants to initiate a quickie. You shiver, glance at him through your peripheral as he guides you to the lounge, the wooden floor is so cold you feel it through the fabric of your winter socks. This dude is loaded and he can’t even get heated floors installed? Not even for lil ol’ you? His daughter? The one that resembles his one true love?

There’s a red box that contains a gingerbread house sitting on the coffee table, you groan inwardly. Here we go with the bonding activities, it’s so forced it makes your skin crawl. His Christmas tree is, well, it’s a tree alright, crudely and hastily decorated with a sparse amount of baubles and god-awful paper crafts you gave to him as a toddler. Aw, the sentiment is there though, kinda cute. You’ll cut dad some slack.

By the time midnight rolls around, you realise cutting dad even the slightest bit of slack was a mistake. “Take that off.” You jab a finger into his stomach, met with sinewy, toughened flesh. Woah, dad’s still got it going on. “It’s ugly, and I’m not twelve, dad.”

“Moving fast.” Leon - your dad, biological, held you as a baby, rocked you to sleep at night - wiggles his eyebrows at you. All while dressed in a Santa suit by the way, ‘cause that is one very important piece of information. He looks fucking ridiculous. It’s the same one he used to pull out when you were a kid, back when you actually gave a shit about him, what he thought about you, whether he even wanted you. ‘Cause if your daddy wanted you, why was he away so often? Told mom to jingle his balls once, an unsavoury recurring memory that you’d like to forget.

“Oh, dad, that’s actually really concerning, like, I’m not gonna lie.” You frown at him so hard the wrinkles that form on your forehead become permanent. “Don’t say that to me.”

“I was messing around.” He defends, “Christ, what is up with you today? Got a stick up your ass or somethin’? Y’know, in my day, kids used to be able to take jokes.” Now he’s pouting like a toddler in a sour mood.

“That was not a joke, dad!” You don’t mean to raise your voice, but it happens and within seconds he’s sat on the couch dejected. This fucking dude. Ugh. He’s pathetic. How did he manage to bag a hottie like your mom?

“I just want you to love me, sweetheart.” Here we go again. Leon sighs hopelessly as he slumps back into the cushions, and you can’t take him seriously when he’s wearing a fucking Santa hat.

“I do love you, dad.” And you do. Honest. Really. Like, pinky promise. You love him out of obligation - he’s your dad, and you’re meant to love your dad. Doesn’t mean you like him though. In your very objective-totally-not-biased view, your dad is just a bit unlikeable. A bit of a strange one.

“Yeah?” He lightens up, “You love me?” God, it’s like he gets off on it. Oh, you’re just being mean now. You scoot closer to him, lean in for an awkward side hug.

“I do, dad. I love you.” You don’t have the courage to look at him. Leon’s arm snakes around your waist, and you know what’s coming. How much do you love me?

“How much do you love me?” Called it. Up until now it’s been a harmless question, but when you face him, gaze flitting from his eyes to his nose to his lips, the general wear and tear of his aged face - it’s different. This time you won’t be able to get away with the regular bout of flattery, wax poetry about how much you love him, how you wouldn’t want anyone else but him to be your daddy. When in reality, you’d swap out Leon for any poor sod. They wouldn’t leave you hanging so damn often.

“A lot, dad.” You turn your head to roll your eyes, getting it out of your system proves worthy, now you can plaster your mommy’s smile onto your face, the one he loves so much. “So much, you know that, don’t you?”

“Just don’t seem like it, pumpkin.” Leon gives you a sideways glance, “I’m trying… I wanna make it up to you, y’know? For how much I was away.”

“Dad, you don’t have to do that. I’m over it.” You’re not. But, you’re good at pretending you are. “I don’t need you to make it up to me.” You do. Oh, you so do. You need it to a devastating degree. “Like, I’m not a kid, I don’t want Santa, and I don’t wanna make fuckin’ gingerbread houses, or watch Home Alone-“

“What, so you’re a big girl now?” He tilts his head to the side, there’s an edge to his voice that’s hard to decipher. Don’t know if it’s good or bad.

“Well, I’m not little anymore, dad.” You gasp when he tries to take a subtle glimpse down your shirt.

“I can see that.” Leon pokes his tongue into the corner of his cheek.

“Yeah, and I saw that!” When you go to stand, his grip becomes almost crushing, wanting to hold you in place so badly. For a moment it’s scary, only for a moment, this is just dad. Just Leon. He’s harmless. As lame as he is, your dad wouldn’t hurt you.

“I didn’t do nothing, baby, c’mere, don’t be like that.” Dad pets your head, and it reminds you of your childhood bedroom. “I’m sorry, alright? I never spent Christmas with just you, and I wanted to make it good for you.”

“I know, dad, and I appreciate it, just don’t need you to get all weird about it. Like, we can just— we can just be normal about it. Don’t have to do all this shit, I just want us to be normal.” Normal, huh? Neither of you can do normal, and you’re fully aware of that. ‘Cause your dad is a freak, and you can’t exactly drain Kennedy blood all that easy. You’ll be your father’s daughter even when he’s dead. “Like, I really, I really can’t deal with this whole Santa thing, did you really expect me to like it? I’m not a baby.”

“I just thought it’d be cute.” Cute? What is cute about a grown man in a Santa costume that’s covered in a thin layer of dust, dug out from the boxes he still hasn’t managed to open ten years after the divorce? “Listen, baby, I’m sorry, alright? I’m real sorry, look at me,” Leon cups your cheek, stares into your eyes with his gentle ones, “Dad’s sorry, yeah? I’m just stupid sometimes.”

“You are,” you nod, “but, I’m sorry too.” No, you’re not. Just saying it so he doesn’t drag this on, so he doesn’t call up your mom and tell her you’re not having a good time. Then your mom will be down your throat, your dad’s missed you, and you missed him too, you should be nicer to him, he tries his best, darling! “You, like, went through all that effort, and I didn’t even say thank you, I just got mad at you— so I’m sorry, dad.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, shifts so he can bring you into his chest, cheek squished against one of his fat tits, god, why’re they so big, you swear it’s bigger than both of yours combined. “It’s alright, I know you’re growing up, and I’m sorry for treating you like a baby, it’s just, it’s hard ‘cause you’re my little girl, y’know?” Not true. You’ve always been a mommy’s girl. Dad is an acquaintance.

“Yes, I know, dad.” You blink at him, he melts, traces your cheekbone with his thumb. Thank god he took that dumbass hat off, you couldn’t take him seriously.

“Gosh, baby, you look just like your mama.”

“I know, dad.”

“Crazy, ain’t it?” Leon kisses your forehead, “Only got these from me, and nothin’ else, huh?” Dad gropes your tits. The man that put a baby in your mother, that baby being you, obviously, the man whose name is on your birth certificate— the man who has given you his name, is groping your tits. “Certainly not from mommy are they?”

You shake your head. In agreement though. ‘Cause you can’t deny it, your mom’s as flat as a board. It feels weird, yes. But not bad. Maybe you’ve detached Leon from the title of ‘dad’ to the point where it doesn’t even matter anymore. It’s wrong, so you go to stop him, but he’s unyielding in his perversion.

“You look like your mommy down here, baby?” Dad asks, he cups your pussy through your jeans with his big hand. “Can daddy see?”

You shake your head again. Slowly. This time a flimsy no, one that teeters on the boundaries of a yes. You do owe him, you’ve been acting like a bitch ever since you arrived in D.C. Making a right fuss the moment you stepped through the door. Poor guy put the rather intricate gingerbread house all together by himself, he’s dressed as fucking Santa, all ‘cause he thought you’d like it. How bad can it be? Not like fucking your dad could land the two of you in jail, right? Well, it could, but that’s not the point.

“No? C’mon, sweet girl, dad just wants to see,” Leon’s plump bottom lip juts out, you kinda sit there for a minute, then lay back on the couch. What have you got to lose? You have no emotional attachment to this man. You do. It’s not weird at all. God, it’s so weird you want to claw your skin off. “That’s a good girl.” He butters you up while he unbuttons your jeans, taps your hips so you lift ‘em up and off they pop, jeans thrown to the ground. “Oh, look at her, baby, how sweet, just like mama,” Leon rests your left leg on his shoulder, holds the ankle of your right one to spread you open. “You think she likes it like mommy did?”

“How did… How did mom like it, dad— daddy?” You correct yourself, feel this horrible churning in your stomach. Both nausea and need flooding your shaky body.

Leon presses his wide nose to the bump of your clit through your tight panties, there’s a wet patch that seems to get bigger and bigger the more he sniffs around down there. He lifts his head, rests it on your thigh as he slides them to the side, sticky, gooey arousal stringing apart, sticking to the seat of your undies like PVA glue when he separates the fabric from your soaked centre. “She liked it real sloppy, baby.” With that, he spits on your drippy cunt, runs his finger through your folds, pinches your clit. ��Daddy’s gonna give it to you just how mom liked it, alright?”

“Okay, dad,” you tell him breathlessly, hands clasped together as you try to calm your nerves. The warmth of his breath on your puffy clit is enough to make you shiver, he spreads you open with his index and middle fingers, the tip of his tongue traces along the centrefold of your cunt. Then Leon grows agitated by the way your panties insist on snapping back in place, so he has a little wrestle with them and your limp legs, once they’re off he tucks them into his pocket for safekeeping. Santa’s back pocket.

Sweetly, he kisses your clit, sucks on it like he’s getting to the centre of your cunt, blows a raspberry on it - you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath your ass. Leon spreads your cheeks to lick into your cunt, press his nose into it real nice ‘n deep, smacks his lips against your fat pussy, stubble smeared with your slick. Leaking all over your dad’s pretty face, letting your dad tug your clit between his teeth and fuck his tongue into your tight hole. “Should stop shaving.” Is all dad says once you cream on his face, “Your mama didn’t.” Okay, didn’t need to know that, but here you are, dad’s fat cock hard and heavy against your thigh. So you guess fucking him comes at that expense - finding out all sorts of details about their wild sex life. To be honest, you pegged Leon as the kinda guy who knows what missionary is and missionary only, not that you ever thought about that before. He unbuckles his belt, unthreads the prongs from the holes one by one, and drops his red Santa pants. Good riddance.

“Dad,” you whimper when he sits you up, handles you like a dolly. The tight-fitted Santa coat stretches around his biceps when he scoops you up, puts you on his lap, gosh, you’ve never really noticed those. Maybe that’s what your mom saw in him. Big blue eyes and big tits and big fucking arms. This Santa attire is really fucking you up, it’s hard to take him seriously.

“Your mommy’s real good at riding cock, y’know that, pumpkin?” Leon squeezes your ass, you feel him. All of him. His clothed cock grinding upwards into your bare cunt, a toothy grin stretching his lips as he watches the way your lips squish together. Yeah, fat pussy, so what. Get over it, creep. “Best I ever had she was, best fuckin’ pussy,” he licks up the sweat dripping down your collarbones, “but you’re made for me, ain’t you, baby?”

“Yes, dad.” You don’t know what else to say, breath stuttering when he sits you down on his cock. Thick and fairly long in all the ways a dick should be, you suppose. Look at that, giving a review of your dad’s cock. How far you have come. Fucking degenerate cock critic. It sure does feel good, his tip nestled snug against your cervix, pulsing within the silky walls of your tight cunt. Feel every vein, how his tip leaks pre endlessly, how it twitches when you clench around him.

“Baby, you’re such a big girl now,” Dad kisses you smack-bang in the middle. On your pouty lips. The ones that remind him of your mom, same lips that sucked his cock in the marriage bed, same eyes rolling back into your skull when he begins to rock his hips into you. “Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, aren’t you? Better than mommy.” Almost, he wants to add. You know he does. He’s so predictable.

There are no words in your brain, only able to let out shaky breaths and the occasional yelp as he takes you, grabs your hips and bounces you up and down on his cock. “Fuck, wait, let me— let me-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he’s sliding you off and bending you over the couch. “Better like this.” That’s ’cause you look like mom from behind. Same hair, same hips, same perky ass. Leon fucks you harder, his strokes deeper, knocking his cock into your poor cervix with his brutal thrusts. Your nails scratch at the cracked leather of his couch, unable to help the way you moan for him, it’s so embarrassing, even more so when your hips begin to move on their own, fucking yourself back on dad’s dick.

Each thrust is harder than the last, god, is he trying to go through you? Put you in A&E ‘cause his cock got tangled in your intensities? “Is this… Is this how mom likes it, dad?” You manage to get out through a stifled groan, he digs his teeth into your neck, licks a stripe over the tender skin then tugs at your hoop earring with his teeth.

“Your mom likes it even harder, baby,” Leon snickers, “your mama is a dirty bitch.” You gasp, tighten around him involuntarily, your pussy behaves in mysterious ways. “She liked it when I did this,” his hand comes down on your ass hard, you squeal, almost lose footing and fall face-first into the couch cushions. “And when I pulled her hair, and slapped her tits, and spit down her fuckin’ throat.” Your mom is one nasty bitch, good on her. Personally, you’re new to it all. “You want that?”

“I don’t know, dad.” You say helplessly, thighs trembling when he reaches round with his nimble fingers to rub neat circles into your bud, so you come undone around his cock. Coat the shaft in cream, drip slick down his balls. You muffle your moans into a pillow, painted toes curling against the wooden floor, suddenly thankful for his lack of underfloor heating - ‘cause you’re sweating like a pig.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as he continues to fuck you through it, helps his little girl out by kissing the wet nape of her neck, a big hand on her waist to steady her. Sweat prickles your skin, jolting as he gives one last sloppy push into you, hips jerking as he unloads all he’s got to give and you milk him just right. ‘Cause you know, you’re his kid, made for him. That’s why he fits like a glove. Born to get your cunt bred by dad. You think he says your mom’s name into your hair, but you don’t question it, slumping over in exhaustion.

“Dad, can you just do me a favour and take that off, please? I’m really tired and it’s pissing me off.” You curl up on the sofa, uncaring of the seed that drips out and trickles down your plush thighs.. Leather’s easy to clean.

“Why? I like it. Don’t you think it’s cute, sweetpea?” Normalcy or what the two of you consider normal returns.

“No, take it off, or I’m taking the next flight home.”

“Alright, pumpkin.”

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kookslastbutton · 9 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) I ch. VII

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6,656

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), cute date on the back of jk's car trunk, jk nervous, jk gives lots of gifts & flowers to oc, oc is obsessed with clearance chocolate, auntie oc and uncle kook take care of yoongi's twins, jk & oc become guinea pigs for yoongi's kids lmao, mention of dentist!yoongi, jk's mommy issues get mentioned, jk has personal daddy issues but he working through them, jk being good hubby to oc, just a rollercoaster of emotions ngl

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: Hello! thanks for being patient with me guys!! Important: the flashback for this chapter follows events of chapter V and will refer to it. And yes it's thier first date! Kind of 👀👀 that will be for you to decide. Then we have present day jk and oc being guinea pigs for Yoongi's crazy twins hehehe. Ok pls, enjoy 💞

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You know how some couples have multiple weddings that lead to disagreements over their real anniversary date? Or maybe it’ll be when the relationship was made official or what the first sign of attraction was? Yeah, that’s you and Jungkook when it comes to pinpointing exactly when your first date was.

If you ask your husband, he’ll tell you it was weeks after you were discharged from the hospital during your postgrad studies. But in your opinion, it was far before his timeframe.

You see due to a group of overly eager college freshmen, you had sprained your ankle and cracked a rib. Jungkook stayed with you the entire first two weeks of the recovery period. He'd bring study notes to you, your favorite food, hell even art supplies he bummed off Taehyung to help break up your mundane days in the hospital.

When the time finally came that you were well enough to finish the healing process at home, he suggested a dinner out would be an excellent way to celebrate.

"...do you wanna go out to dinner?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected.

"Are you asking me on a date…?"

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well…let's go with hang out like friends do."

You’re convinced that this was the first time he asked you out, thus leading to your first date. Your husband, however, thinks it was too vague to tell. He prefers to see it as more a pre-date instead.

So, was it a date?

Was it an unspoken pre-date?

The jury’s still out about this one.

4 years ago

It’s a gorgeous day with the way the sun beams on the hood of his car. A few scattered clouds, fluffy and white, float across the sky as well, offering shelter from the heat. You were discharged from the hospital only yesterday and Jungkook was already insistent on going out today, saying that a little fresh air and a change of scenery would be good for you.

“Where are we going?” You turn your head from the passenger window to look at the man inquisitively. It’s a simple question but the tension of the unknown nibbles at you from inside.

“One of my favorite spots,” Jungkook replies with his eyes set on the road. “Hope you don’t mind the drive. It’ll be another fifteen minutes.”

“It's fine. Why can’t I know where we’re going though?”

He hesitates to answer. “Do you not like surprises?”

You shrug. “Sure I do, as long as I know about them ahead of time.”

A hearty laugh follows your words and it sends one of the warmest feelings through your whole body. You didn't think you were being funny, but after being stuck in the hospital for two weeks, it's nice to feel something other than dismal. Jungkook is good at lifting your spirits at the most unexpected of times, you hum to yourself.

He looks handsome today too.

You can’t stop yourself from thinking about it as you watch a few strands of his dark hair blow over. He has his window cracked to let in a gentle breeze and though it causes him trouble here and there, he remains mostly unbothered.

The oversized white T-shirt he chose to wear is something you're still taking time to adjust to. Much more casual compared to what he wears during his lectures. But you like it with the loose-fitting pants he's paired it with.

"If it's necessary for you to know where we're going then I guess I have no choice." Jungkook looks in your direction but your gaze lingers down his torso. "__."

"Yes?" You immediately blink up at him, hoping you don’t look too flushed. Once he directs his attention back to the road you'll make sure to check yourself in the side-view mirror. Using your phone camera might look a little too obvious.

"I was saying if you need to know where we're going I'll tell you," he repeats. "But if it's possible I'd really like for it to be a secret until we get there."

"Alright," you concede. "I guess I could stand the wait this one time. This is your only freebie though. No more surprises after this."

"No more checking me out," he mutters.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"No." Jungkook opens his door and hops out of the car. "I'll be right back."

"Wait where are you going?" You know he wants whatever this is to be a surprise but you've been told to keep your eyes shut for the last five minutes. You're a little nervous to say the least, especially if he's about to disappear somewhere. "Jungkook?"

No response.

"Hello? Jungkook?" You're tempted to open your eyes when you hear the trunk of his car suddenly pop open. Several rustling noises follow as he digs around. "What are you doing back there?"

"You'll see soon. I'm almost done so just sit tight for a moment." He unzips a bag and then pushes said bag around the floorboard. The sound of something crashing on the ground perks up your ears in the moments following, earning a tiny 'shit' from Jungkook.

"Everything alright?" You're seriously getting antsy now.

When Jungkook swings your door open, a cool breeze hits your legs. "All good __. But now, I'm going to need you to trust me because I'm going to help you out of the car."

What?

"Um, I do have crutches I can use you know. You don't have to carry me anywhere like before. Dr. Kim said I should–"

"You won't need them this time. We're not going far okay?" He ducks his head inside and guides your arms around his neck. "Can you scoot forward a little?"

You do as he says until he tells you to stop. And with one arm supporting your lower back and the other firm under your legs, you're lifted out of your seat.

"Okay." The ground underneath his feet crunches as he straightens himself back up and out of the vehicle. "Now you can open your eyes."

As soon as you do your jaw drops.

"Surprise!"

Jungkook watches your stunned face as you take in all of Seoul from your perched position.

"I hope you don't mind that I didn't take us to a traditional restaurant. This is an overlook I happened to stumble on years ago when I first moved here. Not many people know about it because it's kind of off the beaten track but I get a bit adventurous sometimes."

He carries you around to the back of the car.

"Since you're still recovering I won't make us sit on the ground but I brought food that we can eat in the back of my trunk. There's a pillow there you can lean against too. And I made sure to park at an angle so we can watch the sunset."

"Wow...Jungkook I don't know what to say."

"It's cheesy isn't it?" His previously eager tone drops and you can't help but feel a pulling at your heartstrings. "I'm sorry if this isn't your thing. I probably should have asked."

"I love cheesy." You crack a small smile and Jungkook breaks out into a grin again, causing both of you have butterflies in your stomachs. "You're very thoughtful for doing this. I'm sorry about my initial reaction. I'm just shocked."

"Well, we're friends now, aren't we? You should get used to this kind of stuff from now on." He walks up to the trunk and carefully sets you down. "Here, lean back." He fluffs the pillow and then gestures for you to lay back.

Once you're comfortable, he hops in next to you and grabs the baby blue gift bag from the corner of the trunk. You don't know how you missed it before given its size and very decorative packaging.

"Before I give you this to you please know that I don't expect anything back okay?" His hands are shaky as he holds the bag on his lap. "This is just something I wanted to give you after your injury and having to be in the hospital for so long."

You nod your head in understanding but are not fully convinced. "And you're giving this to me as a friend, yes?" You take the bag from him and slowly open it.

"Mhm."

You narrow your eyes at him before reaching into the bag. You take out a very large, sturdy box. "God, Jungkook. This is so heavy. What's in here?" You tear apart the wrapping paper and open the smooth lid. "Oh my god, you didn't?!"

They're chocolates from the dessert shop you told him about last Sunday night. You had mentioned it in passing because you were craving sweets but not in the slightest did you think he'd take it to heart. The shop was at least an hour's drive away.

"Don't worry." He sees the pressure creeping on your face. "I was going that direction anyway. But I saw it on my way back and was reminded that you were craving it the other night. Uhm, there's also a coupon in there too. They included that in the purchase."

"Jungkook....you really didn't need to do any of this for me." You grab the small card laying at the bottom of the bag that reads 20% off. "Thank you so much."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" You're taken aback when he jumps off the trunk to scurry to the backseat. He returns in mere seconds with a generous bouquet of pink and purple hydrangeas. "These are for you too."

You shriek and grab them out of his hand, feeling a little giddy. Hydrangeas are your absolute favorites. "Sorry, that was really rude of me. These are so beautiful, though. Thank you. I don't know what to say."

Jungkook sits back down and pulls forward a freezer bag. "Seeing you this excited is enough. I brought us a lot of food too so, we should probably eat it before it starts going bad. This bag can only do so much preserving." He digs out box after box of yummy food from fresh strawberries to sushi. There are drinks too; banana milk and soju.

Your stomach growls as you watch him set the food between you both.

"Well, don't be shy." He hands you a plate with chopsticks. "Dig in."

"You look very pretty in that blouse..." He stabs his straw into his milk and takes a large sip. "The color really suits you."

"Oh, thank you." You manage the words once you swallow the strawberry you're eating. "Yours too."

Jungkook combs through his hair with his fingers. "Thanks, this t-shirt really brings out my eyes don't you think?" You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly.

"Stop, I'm being serious. I don't see you in this type of style often. It looks good."

He gives a playful shake of his head. "Where did you get that shirt anyway?" He gestures at your top again.

"At a store," you reply dumbly. "It was on sale. Gotta love a good deal right?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Never pay full price."

"That's exactly what I try telling my roommate. She only buys the best of the best but I think she could get the same thing 50% off if she waited long enough."

"You know Taehyung's the same way. Nothing but luxury from head to toe. I'm surprised he paints in a basic t-shirt and jeans some days."

You chuckle, feeling the air light and fresh. "Painting gets messy so it's better you not wear your best and brightest clothes. Sometimes I'll just wear a giant t-shirt that already has paint stains and nothing el–"

Shit.

You cringe at how quickly you can run your mouth. Jungkook doesn't need to know your painting attire evident from his sudden frozen up form.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be. I've heard worse." Jungkook clears his throat and looks out to the view in front of you. "This really is a beautiful spot is it not?"

Thank you for the deflection, you silently say to him.

"Yes, it's the best view I've seen in my life. I can't believe you found this place. It's like seeing everything for the first time again."

"__."

"Hm?"

"Is it weird that I–" He stops mid-sentence, hands rubbing his thigh. "Is it weird that I brought you here?"

"Of c–"

"No wait, wait that's not what I wanted to ask." He runs his fingers through his hair again, doing his best to keep eye contact. "What would you say if someone were to ask you out?"

You relax into a tight-lipped smile and quirk your head to a slight angle. "I'd probably say no because I'm on a date with you right now."

At this Jungkook's milk slips from his hand, spilling on his pants. You grab some napkins next to you and help him wipe the spillage off.

"We're on a date?" He stands the milk upright. "This is a date?"

"Yes, it very obviously is. I don't wear this top for just anyone you know." You close your mouth instantly and sit up straight. "You weren't meant to hear the last part."

"Wait, go back. I thought this was us hanging out. Remember? At the hospital, I said–"

"C'mon the flowers, the specialty chocolates, taking me to one of your secret hideouts. Not to mention packing all this food to share. It is most definitely a date. Do you not want it to be?"

"No! I mean of course, yes. But I would have dressed a lot better." He looks down at himself, embarrassed. "I just threw these on before I left the house."

"And what else would you have worn? I see you in dress shirts and slacks twice a week at the school, if not more."

"Oh, I guess you have a point." He lets out a sigh. "To be honest __. We don't have the most proper relationship for that kind of thing, do we? It's annoying that I keep saying it but I am still your professor until the end of this semester at least. Us dating would be kind of a breach of contract."

"So you won't call this a date because you think it's forbidden?" You cross your arms.

"Well not entirely. It's just...I'm scared. There it is. And if we plan to do any sneaking around business I need to know you...shit, this is going to sound so middle school of me...I need to know you're interested in me __."

"For fucksake Jungkook, I wouldn't have agreed to come if I wasn't interested." You move closer to his side so you're inches from his face. "You're the kindest person I've ever known and I'd like to know you more like you've been doing for me the past two weeks. You've gone out of your way so many times for me that I seriously can't keep up. And while I can't say that I'm in love with you since it's much too soon, I've become very attracted to you. It just sucks we're in a bit of an odd position with school and all. But we can make this work. I'm also in post-grad so I don't think we're doing anything that risky."

"What about Taehyung?"

"That's all you got out of what I just said?"

"Sorry, I'm just asking because you seemed into him at the art exhibit. You're both artistic after all." He fiddles with his fingers. "I'm just the guy who you got stuck with this year because you couldn't major in art."

You feel compelled to take one of his restless hands in your own, so you do–holding it loosely.

"Kim Taehyung was simply a visual interest," you say. "I never thought about anything serious with him. He's also faculty so unless he saves my life or something, I'm not really considering anything beyond a friendly report."

A moment of silence is exchanged as Jungkook lets your response sink in. And as long as your eyes aren't fooling you, you'd say he's more than pleased with it.

"So...you really wanna do this?" Jungkook asks with more anticipation than nervousness this time.

"Yes." You nod.

"Wow, okay um, well when do you want to go out?" He kicks his feet back and forth. And when he reflexively squeezes your hand you can't help but grin at his eagerness. "I'm free every weekend if that works for you."

"We should probably get to the end of this date first Dr. Jeon."

"Nooo, I like Jungkook. Can we stay with Jungkook when it's just you and me? Also, this isn't a date. We need a do-over."

You laugh, seeing a new side of him. He's more, hm, whiny than you thought–it's cute.

"Jungkook, we don't need a do-over. This can be a date if we want it to be. It's got all the elements already. Look." You lift his hand in yours. "We're already holding hands.

"Nope. When are you free?"

"How about this coming Friday after 4pm? Is that too far out?"

He shakes his head fervently. "It works perfectly for me. Let's do 4:01pm." Your baffled expression causes his own eyebrows to knit together. "What? You can't do 4:01?"

"I–yeah sure I can but I didn't expect you to suggest a time so soon."

"Well, you said you'd be free after 4pm right?"

You nod.

"Then it's a date!"

He smiles wide and you do the same.

Present

"Kook, grab us a cart. You won't believe what's on sale!" You stuff about five gold-foiled boxes under your arm. The yellow tag next to the price says 75% off which means you are for sure buying at least ten of these.

It's times like these that your husband enjoys watching you most. You can barely reach the self where the clearance chocolate is, nevertheless, you're on your tip-toes with arms fully extended above your head to grab at every box of sweets you can.

His inner hero wants to help but he's learned early on not to get in the middle of you and your favorite snack. It's better he listens to your request to get a cart instead.

"Don't hurt yourself in the five minutes I'm gone okay honey?"

"Mhm," you mumble, not really paying attention. "Kook this chocolate has caramel and orange inside. Oh my god, look." You show him a box of chocolates with cherry filling. "These are to die for. I need like six of these."

"Here give me some of those." Jungkook takes the boxes of chocolates from your arm when he sees them slipping from your hold. "I'll put these in a cart while you keep digging. But if someone else comes along, let them have at least one this time."

He knows how much of a little hog you can get with your candy.

"Are you kidding? Finders keepers." You reach for another box, the ones in the back are always the best.

"__."

"What? I'm doing all the hard work here which means I get to keep all the chocolate."

"Fine, fine. Be sure to check the expiration date too." Jungkook turns around to stalk toward the front of the store. If he doesn't get his butt to a cart soon, his wife is going to turn into a grizzly bear.

A very cute grizzly bear.

But a grizzly bear nonetheless.

"Did we really need thirty boxes of these?" Jungkook dumps the grocery bags on your kitchen counter. "I love you but this is insane. Who's going to eat all of this chocolate?"

"Well, I was planning on sending the twins home with some." You rummage through the bag then move to stack them in the pantry. "They'll be here in an hour so it can be a surprise from us."

"Yoongi's twins? You're going to send the two children whose father is a dentist a whopping bag of chocolate?" Jungkook hands you another box to put in the pantry. The little assembly line works well when putting groceries away.

"I'm only giving them one box okay? So Yoongi can shove it."

You hear a snickering behind you.

"Honey don't push the man who could likely yank all your teeth out of your head and end with, 'will that be all?'"

You roll your eyes. "Yoongi doesn't scare me like he scares you. But if you're so worried I will get his permission ahead of time."

Jungkook's mouth opens in response until he feels a slight vibration in his pant pocket. When he takes it out to check his initial good mood drops about ten degrees.

"Kook?" You watch as he reads whatever it is on his phone.

"Nothing." He switches off the device and places it face-down on the counter. "It's just dad."

"Something about your mom I'm presuming?"

Being Saturday, it's been a few days since Jungkook had his fallout with his mother. They were originally planning to stay in town until Friday but left Thursday morning instead due to Mrs. Jeon feeling "unwanted".

Your husband's been in close contact with his father ever since.

"Yeah," Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh. "She's journaling again apparently. It's what she does to cope with frustrations like me."

"I'm sorry Kook." You rub his arm soothingly. "Maybe she needs some time to think about everything that's happened. I know you want her to talk to you but maybe it's not all bad that she's jotting things down first."

"Yeah, maybe." He takes your hand and presses a light kiss against the back of your knuckles. "It's whatever though, Mom can have her fit. I'm not going to let her ruin one of the only free days I get with my wife."

You smile and quickly peck his soft lips–something Jungkook wishes would be longer.

"Love you," you say and return to your original task of putting groceries away.

"Listen to me you two gremlins," Yoongi says on a bent knee. "Eomma and I will be back by 8pm. Until then your uncle Jungkook and Aunt __ are in charge. You know the rules, no jumping around on the sofas, don't into Aunt __'s paints, stay out of Uncle Jungkook's office, and under no condition are you to get into sweets."

He flicks his eyes to you for a brief moment then sets them back on the two seven-year-old girls in front of him. They look adorable with their matching space buns.

"But Appa–"

"No Eun-ji."

"Can't I just have one? Pleaseee?" She stares up at Yoongi with large eyes, hands clasped together. His second daughter Ari quickly does the same.

"We promise we'll brush our teeth right after."

Yoongi's face remains unmoved at his twin's relentless need for chocolate. Sure, he may be the one more likely to cave to requests when it comes between him and his wife but sweets were definitely off the table. His girls just got their teeth cleaned a couple days ago too, cavity-free, and he intends to keep it that way.

"Did you even bring your toothbrushes?" He knows for a fact they did not being that they weren't staying the night.

The twins exchange looks before breaking into a goofy grin. Mrs. Min leans down next to her husband at the moment and draws her girls into a hug.

"Appa and I will bring you back something better than chocolate tonight, okay?" She kisses her daughter's cheeks and then stands up. "Be good."

"K..." The twins let out a small huff then turn to set their backpacks on the living room couch.

"Hey," Yoongi calls after them. "Where's my hug?"

You let out a snort when you see Eun-ji face her dad again, tongue sticking out. Her sister gives a similar attitude with her hands on her hips and scrunched-up face. These girls might be in elementary school now but boy, those teenage years are sure to be rocking.

"Turn." You hear Ari from across the living room. She's standing on the sofa with her small hands holding a chunk of your husband's hair.

"Like this?"

"No the other side."

With his legs crossed on the floor, Jungkook shifts his head toward your direction with widened eyes. At this point, most of his hair has been pulled back into tight braids and finished off with yellow and pink hair clips. The only section left to do now was the underside.

"How do I look?" he asks you.

"Oh, you look breathtaking honey." You feel a soft makeup brush swipe across your cheek, courtesy of Eun-ji who's decided you needed a 'makeover'. You're not sure if that means a seven year old cramped on your style or what, but either way, you're getting bronze cheeks and glittery eyeshadow.

It's only been half an hour and the twins were already making you and your husband do their utmost bidding.

"Ari honey," you coo. "You should become a hairstylist when you grow up. You're doing such a good job with Uncle Jungkook's hair."

"I know," she sasses. "I'm good at this stuff Auntie. Everyone says that I am the queen of doing hair."

You and Jungkook giggle from the small child's gumption. It's good she's confident, you mouth to your husband.

He nods back. "Eun-ji's doing a great job too. You should see the glitter she's chosen for you."

"Not yet Uncle Jungkook," Eun-ji pipes up. "She can't look yet. It's a surprise!"

"Ah okay." He throws you playful eyes, eyebrows bouncing up and down suggestively. "A surprise huh?"

You flutter your eyes closed when you see Eun-ji dab her palette and reach forward to paint the eyeshadow over your lids. "Yup." she nods her head. "I'm giving Auntie the best color ever."

"Wow I can't wait to see honey," you say. "This wouldn't happen to be your favorite color would it?"

The tease in your tone makes Eun-ji grin. Of course, you can't see it but Jungkook can and it causes him to break out into a boisterous chuckle.

"You're so cute Eun-ji," he says, clapping his hands together.

"What about me?" It's Ari's sassiness making a comeback as she pushes the final yellow clip into Jungkook's hair.

"You're cute too Ari." You reassure the child and open your lids once Eun-ji gives you the okay. Not a second following that you're thrusted forward a hand-held mirror.

"What do you think?"

You glance at yourself in the reflection, blush blue eyeshadow that covers up to your eyebrows and bronze blush. You have ruby red lipstick on as well, Eun-ji's personal favorite.

"I love it, sweetheart. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She gathers all the makeup containers and tools she can fit in her hands before making her way to your husband. "You're turn Jungkook."

"Okay, but can I pick what color this time?" Your husband smiles at the child with mirthful eyes.

"No." She sets the make-up in front of him and pops open a bright, Barbie pink lipstick.

"Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile!"

You watch from the kitchen as the twins jump around in the living room. After your makeover, the girls felt like a karaoke session was in order. They convinced Jungkook to join them so there he is with a microphone in his hand, belting the lyric of 'Antifragile' by LE SSERAFIM.

"Come on __!" Ari calls to you, breath heavy from all the rambunctious dancing. "Sing with us!"

You laugh and whisk the bowl of flour and sugar in front of you. "No you guys keep going. I'm a little busy at the moment."

"Doing what?" She runs up to the kitchen island where you stand, trying to peek inside the bowl.

"I'm making cookies."

"Really?" She rushes to the other side of the island to pull out the stool from underneath. Once she settles herself in the chair she looks at you with eagerness. "Can we eat them?"

"Hmm..." You pretend to think. "Didn't your dad tell you no?"

"Yeah, but you always give us sweets. Even if he says we can't have them."

The child has a point.

"How about this, if you help me make these you can eat them. But you can't tell your dad okay?" Ari nods. "Good, you can stir this for me while I crack some eggs."

"Just what are you doing?" You jump when Jungkook walks up behind you. "You wouldn't be giving these sweet girls something their parents told them they could have, would you?"

"Dad will be really mad if he finds out," Eun-ji joins in on the scolding. She turns down the music from the tv and folds her arms.

"Well I–"

"If you're going behind Yoongi hyung's back you're going to need some help, honey." Jungkook slides one of the kitchen draws open and reaches to take out a small plastic bag. He throws out two brand new kid-size toothbrushes, orange and blue. "Had a feeling we'd need these tonight after seeing you stock up on all that chocolate today."

"Now girls..." He turns to look at Ari and Eun-ji who seem to be busy mixing the bowl of flour and sugar together. "Hey girls."

They lift their heads.

"Make sure to brush twice before your dad gets back. This stays our little secret, understand?"

"Okay," they say in unison.

"Thank you Kook." You lean your head against your husband's firm chest, resting for a moment. This whole situation is kind of funny if you think about it. But you really hope you don't get beef from Yoongi later.

"Anything for you," Jungkook quips and kisses your head gently.

"Ew..." You hear Ari say.

"No it's not," Eun-ji bites back. "It's romantic, like the movies."

Ari scrunches her face at her sister. "No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Nope."

You and Jungkook wait for the two of them to simmer down but they keep going at it. Yes, no, yes, no...back and forth until one of them scoops up a handful of the flour in the bowl and tosses it at the other.

"Uh okay, no more! No more." You and Jungkook lunge forward to sweep the bowl out of their reach.

"How about you let Auntie and Uncle finish making the cookies and you two go back to karaoke?" Jungkook successfully persuades the twins and they run back into the living room in search of the next biggest hit to jam to.

You lock eyes with Jungkook now, wordless.

"Hm?" He hums at you.

"Mm." You shrug your shoulders and move towards the fridge but not before you're flicked with some of the flour yourself–your husband's hand powdery from the mixture. "Kook!"

You wipe your face, and light laughs fall from both your lips.

"Okay girls, get brushing!" Jungkook guides the twins to the bathroom. "Your parents are going to be home in fifteen minutes and that means these teeth need to smell like nothing my fresh mint." He squeezes the toothpaste on each girl's brush.

"Bursh, brush, brush," he chants and you shake your head as you wash the cookie sheet in the kitchen sink.

The twins have eaten about three cookies each and with chocolate stains all over their faces, they're going to need more than a 2-minute teeth brushing.

"Honey, I'm cracking the windows open and lighting my candles." Jungkook rushes around the house in search of his vanilla bean scents.

"I don't think that's going to take away the smell in such a short time. We should probably just take the beating Kook," you holler back.

"Oh, we're definitely getting dragged out tonight." He yanks the candle jars open and lights them. "The smell of freshly baked cookies is still too strong to hide but I'm hoping these candles will act as a distraction."

You hit your husband with the kitchen towel, the snap of it making him throw you a startled look. "Shit–do you not see the lighter in my hand?"

You roll your eyes. "Relax drama queen, you didn't have it ignited yet. Anyway, the candles aren't necessary if we're opening all the windows."

"It'll help though."

"Not really."

"Well, I think they will."

Jungkook goes back to lighting his candles and once he has the twentieth one lit, he's thoroughly pleased with himself.

As soon as the twins finish cleaning themselves up, they help scatters them throughout the house, leaving them in as many corners with surfaces as possible.

"Okay, that's it! That's the last one." Jungkook high-fives the twins and you toss the last dish in the drying rack.

"Good job team." You laugh and join them in the living room.

Eun-ji plops herself on the sofa with her backpack in her lap. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

Ari joins her on the couch with her own backpack in hand. "Me too." She pauses and then says something that you and Jungkook were very much underprepared for.

"You would make good mom and dads."

"You think so?" Jungkook shocks you by responding first.

Ari nods. "If you had kids, we could all play together. And we can have all the cookies we want because we'll be best friends. And best friends share everything!"

"So you want Auntie and I to have kids so you can keep hiding cookies from your dad?" Jungkook lunges forward to tickle the child mercilessly. "You little cookie monster!"

Ari rolls around on the couch, giggling repeatedly. You can't help but feel the thumping of your heart as you watch the scene unfold. And for the slightest moment, you imagine what it would be like with your own child.

All those thoughts are put to an abrupt end however when the doorbell rings.

Jungkook flies to the door to let Yoongi and his wife in. He flashes you a little smile before opening it, ensuring you that whatever happens he's got your back.

"Were you guys baking in here?" Are Yoongi's first words as he and the Mrs step inside the entryway of your house.

"Um, no? No, I don't think so." Jungkook feigns ignorance. "It must be coming from our neighbor's house."

With the twins home with their parents, you and Jungkook curl up together in your bed. You nuzzle your head in his inner shoulder and his arm holds around your waist.

"Those girls are a lot," Jungkook says. "But you know, I have to agree with them this time–it was kinda fun."

"Yeah?" You aimlessly trace circles on his chest.

"Still crazy, but yeah. I felt like I had a lot of good energy inside me tonight. And you know something else?" He looks down at you.

"What?"

"We'd make pretty damn good parents."

You bolt up from your reclined position the second the words drop.

"You can't keep doing this to me Jungkook," you say, your hands gripping the soft comforter. This isn't the first time he's teased you with having a baby and every time he does, you don't know what to take it as.

Is it a joke, is he serious, or just talking?

"You know how I feel and–"

"Hey." Your husband leans up to stroke your back with warm hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey. I don't mean to confuse you. I really am thinking about it you know? With everything that's been going on with my parents lately, I know I've been hard to pin down but I really am serious when I say we'd make good parents. Or when I say we might have a possible baby to make one day."

"Might. Could make. Maybe." You stare straight at your husband. "I know you're warming up the idea but you're still talking in such vague terms. I'm not at all trying to rush us to decide on a baby or not. But I just don't want to get a false sense of hope...that you'll say yes."

"Come here." He draws you into an embrace and kisses your cheeks, both of them. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I admit the first few times I was more loose with what I was saying than I should have been. But I swear I, it was never my intention to be leaving you guessing. I'm so sorry."

"I just want to know what you really think Kook. So I can be sure where you're at through this whole thing. The last few days have thrown a wrench at us with all the stuff your mom's been doing. But I'd still like to be in the loop of things."

"Yes, of course. I'm going to tell you everything right now okay?" Jungkook takes a breath. "I want to give you a baby so bad and I think I'm 70 percent there. But I'm also 60% not there because I'm terribly scared that once it happens, once we have a baby...that I'll revert back to my original mindset of not wanting one."

"Kook–"

"Hold on a second."

You close your mouth and allow him to continue.

"I've already started seeing and feeling being around kids differently than before. So much so that I think we could be happy if we started a family together because I'm so happy when I'm with you. And if there's anyone I could do that with, it'd be you and only you. So yes, I want us to have a baby, as many as you want, but I want to be 100% there first."

"Okay, that's fair. I'm not going to lie that I don't feel a little out of body from what you just said. Just to clarify, you're saying yes to how many babies?" You shine your eyes at him. "You said you want to give me as many babies as I want right? How many would that be?"

"My limit is yet to be determined." He grins at you. "It seems I might need to repeat some things if all you got out of what I just said is that I'll give you as many babies as you want."

"No, actually." You grip his hand. "I heard what you said and thank you. I feel a lot better knowing your thought process through this whole thing. We both need to be 100 % in before deciding on this next step in our lives. And about you being worried that you'll revert back to not wanting children. I'm no expert but I don't think that'll be true given your recent exposure with kids has made you feel better than worse. You said it yourself–you had a lot of good energy inside you tonight."

"True. You make an excellent point there. I think I still need some more time though. I was even thinking that maybe I'll....talk to Hoseok about this."

"I'm glad to hear that Kook. Hoseok is an amazing man and I know talking to him about all this will be nothing but beneficial for you."

"Thank you for being patient with me." Jungkook pulls you both down on the mattress, closing his eyes when his head hits the pillow.

"Same to you." You snuggle back into his chest. "I really hope we can have a family together."

"Me too," you hear him mumble before you close your own eyes.

A/N: Yup I told you this would be a long one. Ty for sticking with me! Also, what do you think? Was it a first date or not? LMK your thoughts 🥰

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hi! i loved what you wrote for my request 😭 it was so cute, i didn't really specify it bc i forgot but yeah u did it amazing <33

and yeah u can totally make a part 2! actually i was thinking about it bc i can imagine a meeting between furina and the natlan archon while neuvi and reader are just giving glances to eachother 😭 reader looking like a total meanace but in his mind like "damn he's handsome" almost burning his cheeks and the seat lmao

neuvillette x m! reader (part 1)

note: ngl i feel like i do good at posting then smth with school pops up and i don’t post for like a month.. sorry y’all. also please tell me im not the only one who’s been on and off sick for the past month, rn i have a runny nose and a sore throat AGAIN. i just got over that like, barely 2 weeks ago.

tw: y/n is a bit of a weirdo with his thoughts since he doesn’t understand anything w/ love, internal homophobia (not really but kinda?), y/n is all over the place

After centuries of fighting, killing, and not showing emotions to anyone, all that can end because of a guy with beautiful long hair. The more y/n thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. He’s known for being a fearless and intimidating warrior, just for that whole facade to disappear just over a man out of all things.

This whole scenario came into place because his nation archon just had to have a meeting with Fontaine's archon, Furina, at least y/n thinks that’s her name. The meeting consisted of figuring out how to make the justice system within Natlan better and a way to make transportation easier between the two nations. y/n didn’t pay attention to the little details, he was only there to ‘protect’ his archon and make sure things went smoothly.

However, he didn’t realize that the other archon would be bringing a guest with her until a day before the meeting. It did tick y/n off a little bit that he would get notified so late but does it really matter? All y/n is doing is protecting and making sure everything doesn’t go south.

Well, it did go a bit south, as soon as Furina's guest arrived, y/n's mouth went dry. That man did things to him that he didn’t even know could happen. Maybe it was the long hair on the other man that made y/n feel warm inside, it definitely couldn’t have been the slight scent he had. No, definitely not.

Okay, y/n takes that back, he feels like he’s getting intoxicated by the proximity of the other male. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the guest, was a dragon, all it took was a quick look and a secret deep breath to figure it out. He had it figured out, his body wasn’t used to being by another dragon, and he hadn’t seen one in what, centuries? This feeling would go away in maybe 20 minutes, hopefully.

20 minutes later and y/n feels like he’s going to light the whole place on fire. His whole body feels like it’s melting, and to no one’s surprise, it’s all due to the long-haired man in front of him. The stranger might genuinely be the hottest person y/n has ever seen in his entire life. That long hair makes y/n want to run his fingers through it, maybe brush it, but that might be a bit too much to think about.

Once y/n saw the man look at him, he quickly looked away, how embarrassing.. he got caught staring hardcore. He took a deep breath before listening back into the conversation, “Ah, yes, I suppose it would do both nations good to do something like that. Maybe combining a bit of power.” the lovey talk of archons, always talking about power; like it’s the only thing that matters to them.

Power is important though, y/n is in the position he’s in right now because of how powerful he is. In complete honesty, he’s probably too powerful for his own good, only knowing how to use it to protect his nation from people deemed as enemies; even if they aren’t in the public eye. Power rules everything at the end of the day, nothing can function without power.

The more he listens into the conversation, the more he realizes he was glad he was never born as an archon; he’s been around one most of his life and it’s always been boring. Listening in did provide small details though, like the mysterious man’s name.

While y/n was somewhat able to keep his focus off of the other dragon in the room, he managed to not burn anything. But, he had a feeling his archon caught on as they gave him a questionable look; it was a very subtle one that only he could catch onto but it was obvious they knew something. Nothing is going on though, right? The man can’t help it if he gets a bit flustered whenever he remembers Neuvillette is near him.

Gosh, y/n probably looks like a blushed teenager who just confessed to his crush. Well, he at least thought he did. To everyone else though, he looked like he was on guard and was going to fight anyone who even took a step too close to his and the Natlan archon's bubble. y/ns hand accidentally gazed at the chair near him, which caused the leather to burn where his touch was. Good thing no one was looking, right?

y/n couldn’t wait any longer for this meeting to be over, his brain was thinking too many things while he was focusing on every single move everyone else did. It would be overwhelming for anyone who wasn’t trained and as skilled as he was, but that tiny overwhelming feeling didn’t compare to how fast his heart was beating. y/n hoped the other male couldn’t pick up how he was feeling, thankfully Fontaine's archon seemed to be happy with the deal she and the other archon came up with.

In Neuvillette's mind, he could tell that the fire dragon was on edge. He could also tell how much the dragon was staring at him, it was a little nerve-racking. Once Neuvillette caught a glance at the chair that was touched, it made him a bit surprised but he didn’t show it. Maybe he would talk to the other male after the meeting, for work-related things of course!

#genshin impact x male reader #neuvillette x male reader #gay #male reader #mlm #oneshot #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #reader is in love #request #fluff #first meeting #midshot #x male reader #genshin x male reader #neuvillette

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gloxk · 7 months

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*pops head in* Helping your bestfriend jerk off. *Runs away*

choso 🙇🏻‍♀️?

Need my help?

(kinktober: overstimulation)

A/N: Now..I’m ngl. This was so rushed. IM SORRY i’m working on eren fanfics rn. I hate this so much but I still hope you like it ml💋.

w/c: 600+

alcohol, overstimulation, coaching, Virgin!Choso, F/M, etc +

Smut under the cut.

Inviting your best friend over for a couple of drinks this late at night wasn’t a bad idea at all. You knew he was awake at this hour since he never sleeps. Choso wasn't a drinker so he was surprised when you invited him over. “I don’t really drink y/n. You know this.” Of course, you knew. You knew everything about each other. “I knoooww. But I’m so bored cmon.” after begging and pleading with him he finally gave in.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell me something nobody knows.” What dirty secrets did he have? How many skeletons were hidden in the closet? You threw your head back with a shot following it. The alcohol burned in the back of your throat, it felt so fucking good. You could drink so much and barely be tipsy. But on the other hand, Choso was a lightweight. He couldn’t drink for long and after 4 shots he was already slurring his words. His eyes were low and dark, he was blushing uncontrollably. “I’ve never came before.” The silence was loud. Very loud. How come you didn’t know this? You just stared at him with a confused look. “Never? Like not even once?” it was unbelievable, how could he never experience such luxury? “No. I don’t know how.” Poor baby, I guess you will just have to show him.

You were behind him with both of your hands on his cock. Stroking his length up and down. His hips bucked into your hands, thrusting into them. “Just like that, you’re doing so good Choso.” His breath was heavy on your neck, you watched as his chest fell up and down. “Mhm, fuck.” he whimpered as his nails dug into your thighs. He was a moaning mess, calling out for you begging you to please let him cum. You just wanted to take care of him, give him something he never had. Maybe this crossed the lines as ‘best friends’ or maybe it didn’t. I mean, you were just helping him. That’s what friends do right?

“Ah- ’m almost there.” His breath hitched in his throat. He threw his head back, falling over your shoulder. He watched as white flowed from his tip. Trickling down his length. He shuttered in your arms looking up at you. Your eyes both collectively locked together, sharing a look. You got up from behind him pushing him down on the bed. You took off your shirt tossing it to the side. His eyes traced your bra, observing it falling to the ground. His jaw slightly fell seeing the way your breast sat so pretty. He admired your body for a few seconds, processing what just happened. You sat between his thighs using your tits to jerk him off. Giving him kitten licks on his tip. His body jolted at the feeling. “S’ too much. fuck y/n, too much.” he wasn’t going to stop you though, he was going to let you do whatever. He was on the edge of another orgasm. Profanities leaving his mouth, as he chased his high. It never crossed his mind that you’d be here doing this for him. Is his best friend helping him cum? How thoughtful.

Your face was covered in his cum. A few droplets splash on your chest. He couldn’t look at you. The room fell into an awkward silence. It was hard for him to comprehend the sweet girl he knew and love just made him cum. He finally spoke up “Uhm..Thank you?” his eyes still looking everywhere but you. You smiled in response “That’s what friends do.” he cocked his head, finally looking at you. “Friends?” his eyebrows raising, with a questioning tone.

“Friends.”

I promise more choso is coming <3

#i hate this #choso x female reader #choso smut #choso kamo #choso x y/n #choso x reader #choso #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x you #pae writes♡

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kozmicmizuu · 6 months

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at this point expect random lil senecios and headcanons just popping up 😔🫶

also is it obvious i have a favorite trio????

(a lil uzuigiyuu, rengiyuu, uzuren, actually just put three together uzurengiyuu)

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Kyojuro: Tengen doesn’t deserve you.

Kyojuro: If they don't treat you right by now, you're gone.

Giyuu: I'm gone.

Kyojuro: Now go chop their dick off!

Kyojuro: sapnu puaS.

Tengen : What??

Giyuu: What language is that.

Kyojuro: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Kyojuro was removed from the groupchat*

Giyuu: Kyojuro, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Kyojuro, naked in Giyuu's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Giyuu, already taking off their clothes: ... Me neither.

Tengen : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Giyuu: Nope, there's 26.

Tengen : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Giyuu: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Tengen : You'll get the D later ;).

Giyuu: No.

Giyuu: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

Kyojuro: Don’t preach to me about romance, Giyuu. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Giyuu: I know, i was there and so was Tengen.

Kyojuro: Oh yeah.

Kyojuro: What are you in the mood for?

Giyuu: World domination.

Kyojuro: That's a bit ambitious.

Giyuu: You are my world.

Kyojuro: Aww...

Giyuu:

Kyojuro:

Giyuu:

Kyojuro: OH.

Giyuu: My bad…

Giyuu: We need a diversion. I say Kyojuro gets naked.

Tengen : No.

Giyuu: I could get naked.

The squad: NO!!!

Tengen: I mean… if you really want to-

Kyojuro: NO DONT THATS ONLY FOR US TO SEE

Giyuu: WHAT

Kyojuro: There. How do I look?

Giyuu: Like a cheap French harlot.

Kyojuro: French?!

Tengen: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

Kyojuro: Of course we would, right Giyuu?

Giyuu: Yeah, i mean we already kinda are.

Kyojuro: What’s your body count?

Giyuu: Do you mean sex or murder?

Kyojuro: I hate the fact that i have to specify which one im taking about.

Kyojuro: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Giyuu: What’s up your ass this morning??

Tengen : *walks in* ...Hey.

Giyuu: Hmm… nevermind.

Kyojuro: WAIT NO

Giyuu: *sucking on a popsicle*

Kyojuro: Pfft, you practicing for when Tengen gets here?

Giyuu: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

Kyojuro: *Concern*

Giyuu: don’t worry he’s into that.

Kyojuro: Oh ok- WAIT WHAT

Giyuu: look Tengen , I'm not slut shaming you but...

Giyuu: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

Tengen: SHUT THE FUCK UP

Giyuu: What did Tengen do this time?

Kyojuro: More like WHO did Tengen do this time?

Giyuu: *Nodding in agreement*

Tengen : I like your top, Kyojuro!

Giyuu: I have a name, you know.

Kyojuro: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Giyuu: I thought is was funny ngl.

Tengen : Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.

Kyojuro, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.

Giyuu: Wow, Tengen was late too! What a coincidence!

Giyuu: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

Tengen : Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Giyuu: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

Tengen : You forgot pride.

Giyuu: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

Giyuu: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Tengen :

Tengen : I'm gonna tell them.

Kyojuro: Don't you dare.

Tengen : Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Giyuu: Well Kyojuro and I-

Kyojuro: *elbows Giyuu*

Giyuu: ...wouldn't know.

Tengen: Damn i didn’t think you’d be kinky Kyo!

Kyojuro: Why single me out!?

Tengen: Quiet people are always kinky.

Giyuu: Nuh uh

Kyojuro: Bonjour, Giyuu. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?

Giyuu: No, I don't want to sleep with you.

Kyojuro: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

Giyuu: Know why I called you in here?

Tengen : Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Giyuu: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Tengen , with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.

Giyuu: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

Kyojuro, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Tengen , not looking up from their book: Really? Giyuu, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

Giyuu: I thought we were having a sleepover..

Kyojuro, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Giyuu: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Giyuu: Here you go.

Kyojuro:

Giyuu:

Tengen : Why am I here?

Giyuu: I’m so funny.

*At a speed dating event*

Tengen : Oh wow, people are really shallow.

Giyuu: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate?

Tengen : *Checks their pulse* Sorry, not yet.

Giyuu: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.

Tengen: Again?

Giyuu: Being a medium is an experience.

Giyuu: Do you think sex without love is a sin?

Tengen : If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Kyojuro: Why are you two like this?

Tengen : Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it.

Giyuu: Go to church.

Giyuu: WAIT—

Giyuu: Oh look who got laid last night.

Kyojuro: That’s right chumps, missionary accomplished!

Tengen : Heh, Giyuu sneezes like a girl.

Giyuu: How about I pound you like boy?

Giyuu: That didn’t come out right.

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Sigh i’m not well, but i love them sm. They are severely out of character but that makes funny. that’s there dynamic now fr fr. Don’t worry they can wholesome.

#demon slayer #kny #kemitsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #rengoku kyojuro #tengen uzui #october #halloween #they are losers but they are eachothers losers #uzugiyuu #uzuren #rengiyuu #uzurengiyuu #they have so many sleepovers #i love them sm it’s crazy

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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I CAME AND I SAW THAT U WERE ALSO INFECTED WITH THE SILLY PUPPET THING,WELCOME..TO THE COMMUNITY! (Get it?)

May I request some headcanons of Barnaby,Sally and Wally meeting a Very Old Goose Puppet Y/n? Just this worn out,Raggedy and Intimidating Goose Grandparent who then absolutely babies them and teaches them self defense tricks,making them soup,maybe they worked as some sort of guard or security! Just pepaw/granny goose caring over these silly puppets.also like they could be going round the forest and a feral bear pops up,Pepaw Goose just turns around and hiss at it and the bear scampers off while Pepaw is like “Anyways-“ (Thoight would be funny because Geese are used as Guard animals)

Have a nice day! ^^ or night if it’s late!

Yeah!! I was genuinely surprised at the amount of Wally x Reader stuff here but I'm all for it!

Also ngl I've been playing a lot of Untitled Goose Game recently so,,, this ask couldn't have come at a better time /pos

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Barnaby

Honestly, when this lad first saw you emerge from the woods...he was about to run back home with his tail tucked between his legs. You gave him quite a fright!

You were a goose who was about Poppy's height--if not taller--with ragged greyed feathers and [e/c] eyes that look nearly bloodshot, your legs and bill having stitches, and some loose stuffing falling out of your main body.

All in all...you had a very intimidating disposition.

But when you approach Barnaby, it turns out you're just returning one of his juggling pins that he accidentally flung out into the forest.

"You best keep an eye on your juggling kits, dear." You speak in a gentle, raspy voice.

"Th-Thanks...are you from the barn too?"

"A different one. I used to be a guard for the little gooselings and other farm animals in my prime years but---oh..how about we walk and talk, hm? Do you live close by?"

And that's how Barnaby got to know you! He felt bad for judging you by your appearance, as while you look scary..you're just a sweet ol' geeser (yes he's made that pun a few times and you love it) whose kind heart and soul haven't gone anywhere.

You've come to care for everybody in the neighborhood, especially the big blue dog who sometimes gets into accidents while performing stunts.

In those cases, you always know how to nurse him back to health.

At some point, he and everybody else start to see you as a grandparent, calling you [Pa/Ma]...which makes you especially happy.

Sally

When you were younger, you saw her descend to earth, thinking it was just an ordinary shooting star.

You made a wish that you'll be able to find some good friends to spend the rest of your days with. Being a geese guard was a lonely job sometimes..

Many years later, you see that same star--now one who walked and talked--strolling through the forest near your barn. And you were ecstatic, wanting to introduce yourself!

Even though Sally's never met you till now, she's flattered to learn you wished upon her....and even happier to know she made that wish come true!

Your initial appearance surprised her, but she's eager to run back to town and introduce you to everyone!

So that's where you two head to, though as you're both talking (which is mostly her rambling about the next play she's performing tonight), an aggressive bear suddenly leaps out and roars, frightening her-

Until you hiss at it, extending your wings in a threatening manner, which immediately drove the beast back into the woods.

Then you turn back to the gawking star with the sweetest, most apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about that, dearie..do continue."

And she does for a little while, but you end up using that bear encounter as a teaching moment, showing her (and the others once you meet them) how to best defend themselves against possible bear attacks (or any wild animal attack in general). You made it your mission to keep these young folks safe.

Sally would definitely incorporate these lessons into her plays, which you grew to adore, refusing to miss a single one.

Wally

It was actually Poppy who introduced you to the gang, since you've watched over the barn she's lived in since she was a little baby bird. She basically considers you her parent.

You helped her out with her anxiety issues and baking mishaps over the years, so everybody warms up to you quick after learning your ties to each other.

Wally's no different. He's not too intimidated by your height nor raggedy feathers (man knows to respect his elders).

If anything, he's impressed that your felt and stuffing are still keeping you together, but offers to help you get patched up.

"Oh thank you, sweetie!" You croon. "You know..this town is blessed to have such a kind and handsome gentleman like yourself here."

Hearing that instantly melted his heart.

Soon enough, you get acquainted with the others and take care of them if they need help with anything.

Within the neighborhood, you ensure no wildlife breaks into the grocery store and makes off with any food (especially apples), always keeping watch.

Wally admires your nurturing and protective nature, knowing you're a very wise bird who offers the best advice..

Whenever he's lost on inspiration for art projects or just...feeling stressed over whatever, you're there to help him how ever you can.

When he got caught out in a rainstorm and got sick one day, you made him some delicious soup that helped him feel better within hours.

And of course, Home's happy to see you taking care of their owner. So you're always welcomed inside.

#clanask #anonymous #welcome home x reader #barnaby b beagle x reader #sally starlet x reader #wally darling x reader #puppet reader #platonic #grandparent reader #headcanons

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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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🩷

my daisy masterlist

[✾✾✾]

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.

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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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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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I'm still here ngl..

Listen, I see this and feel so much happiness. Jimin dancing, showing who he is, showing the versatility of his style and giving us just a glimpse into the extensive, vast range of his talent.

There's been some revisionism happening regarding BTS that's ratcheted up in the last three years or so. I can't be the only person who's noticed it. People more forcefully asserting things about the members that are just plain absurd, like saying this or that member isn't that talented, or that xyz member has this massive character failing that's only just apparent now for some reason, or that things they've said and done aren't actually the case. After FACE, I noticed people saying shit like Jimin can't sing and can't dance...

That reminds me, I went to a cup-sleeve event in June for another group and someone told me to my face Jimin can't dance and I almost uppercut that bitch. It ticked me off but I didn't actually assault her. What I did instead was ask her to explain what she meant, told her I disagreed, and showed her why by playing Jimin's Black Swan solo DP. She took back her initial claim and said she'd just been in a k-pop group online and all those people were saying is how none of the BTS members are that talented especially Jimin who apparently can't sing to save his life and whatever dancing he can do is limited to a few moves from 6 years ago.

Plain insanity.

Jimin, out of the kindness of his sweet, magnanimous heart, is giving the amnesia patients a crash course in who he is. He's reminding people he is Park Jimin of BTS. The dancer who joined a nearly bankrupt agency, had the shortest training period in that agency's history, and with the least resources, and debuted as the main dancer and lead singer of what is now the biggest group in the world. The man who critics from all over the world laud as a virtuoso, in voice, dance, and performance. His voice has brought men to their knees, calmed babies, enchanted concert halls, made stadiums full of people cry out in pure joy. There's nobody alive or dead like Park Jimin, and the fact we all get to exist in the same time as him is a blessing too many people (for my liking) take for granted.

ThisIsJimin is a gift I'm thankful to Jimin for giving us again.

Anyway, I was watching that clip again with a friend and she pointed out how cool the dance practice room was. Noted how it's a massive improvement from the old BigHit halls that had mold growing on the walls and water dripping on live wires in the back. It's taken years, hard work by the members, good business sense from BigHit/HYBE, and a lot of my own hard-earned money as well as the resources (time, money, otherwise) from ARMYs over the years to get to this point - and I just want to say, speaking for myself, even though I still see massive room for improvement, I feel very happy with the state of things.

HYBE is cultivating a solid roster of talent built on BTS's hard work. The world-class facilities in the building is the first good sign, as well as the talent now being fostered there. I love the quality of the army of dancers Jimin had access to for his SMF Pt2 performances, I love that NewJeans is doing so well that Riot Games sought them to feature on their new World's anthem, I love that a whole new generation of incredible groups are growing in the environment created by BTS's own trials and success.

BOYNEXTDOOR is a group that continues to have my attention because all six boys are just that good. They posted their dance practice for Crying today (my favourite song from a rookie group in 2023), and I noticed they did it in a similar dark coloured dance practice room Jimin filmed his #ThisIsJimin choreo in. And that really just put a very silly smile on my face for a reason I can't pinpoint yet.

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Maybe it's aftereffects from the Jimin Effect after streaming his reel as hard as I'm streaming Indigo lately.

I see the asks you send, about Golden, JK in general, jokers, this or that thing happening in fandom, and I'll get to them at some point but I don't want to talk about them right now. Because I'm still stuck on Jimin showcasing himself in that air conditioned, world class dance practice room that's only possible because of his hard work, tenacity, talent, and love for his group.

I'm still stuck on Jimin and legit cannot move on. He's such a beast. Such a calculating, proud, stubborn, and kind beast of a man.

I'm not sure what's going on with me.

We're in Jimtober so maybe his juju is just extra strong and I can't escape his grip no matter what I try. Anyway, it's a good idea to stream FACE, allow yourself to re-experience his album, check out his other solos as well (played Christmas Love over the weekend and realized it sounds even better on low frequency speakers), and eat a lot of spicy food followed by warm/hot drinks because Jimin is curious about such things (and it really does work).

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vvh0adie · 10 months

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pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 6.7K | rating: 18+/M

Jungkook is quick to leave work when he learns that his Baby Doll is having the worst cramps and needs Daddy to relieve them.

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Jungkook enters his condo extremely late, just now coming back from a business trip to America. He's exhausted from talking about new acts and looking over concept presentations all day.

He occasionally misses those days when he was just an artist under an entertainment company and not the CEO. He remembers the freedom to do and say as he pleased with his fans by his side to boost his young spirit, only worrying about his singing and dancing being on par.

But like most music labels, Jungkook was also tired of not owning his shit. He wanted his masters and never wanted to sign contracts that he’d technically be paying back. So he started his own, but he could no longer be as reckless.

After taking his shoes off, Jungkook hangs up his coat, loosens his tie, and pops open a few buttons of his dress shirt. Then he shuffles to the cabinet, pulling out a glass before walking to his bar for whiskey. He knocks back a light pour, his face scrunching before he hisses at the warmth in his throat. After pouring a bit more, he takes the bottle with him as he slumps into his recliner.

Of course, he makes ten times as much as he did back then, and he can put out music when he so pleases, but he does hate having to plan out all the financial and legal aspects first instead of telling a manager who seemed to just magically make it happen. It was always cool, but the magic has lost its charm because, well… he knows how it works now.

Although Jungkook says all this, there's still one other person whose career he’d hustle for; whose dreams he'd conjure true.

Swiping a hand through his long, black curls, Jungkook sips at the dark liquor, perusing the shelves that lay on each side of the flat screen tv. There’s a few Korean paintings and artifacts on one side, and BTS awards and solo awards on the other. He keeps the common areas of his home somewhat impersonal. His achievements —including those with the boys— are important, but they’re for the public. That's not to say it's a bad thing —far from it— but he doesn't want their more personal memories out. He literally won the awards on national tv.

Jungkook scans some more, noticing the pics of the boys, himself, and his Baby Doll.

His sweetest Baby Doll. He acquired you under his label 5 years ago and since then, your music career has taken off tremendously. He’s extremely proud that all his hard work has paid off, making you the 8th biggest act in Korea since BTS and the members' solo careers. You're known globally with major significance in the western market. He and the boys worked their asses off to gain recognition, and they succeeded so well that the world trusted him to turn you into a star. Jungkook has been more than happy that his success could spearhead yours. He may no longer feel the spark in managing his own career, but he lives vicariously through you.

Jungkook smiles at the picture, wondering what you’re up to. During his trip, he tried to keep up, making calls to your manager to make sure your schedule was going as planned. You had quite a busy two weeks: shooting performance videos, appearing on global talk shows, modeling a magazine spread then an interview. He knows you're probably exhausted but he wishes you were here in his arms, cuddling with him and being needy. He needs someone to give his time to other than a bunch of businessmen.

Getting up, Jungkook walks to the floor to ceiling window. The city below is buzzing with sounds and lights. He looks across to the building over, directly at one of the many pitch black windows. To any other it's just another window but to him it's a lifeline; an invitation for surveillance.

Jungkook pulls out his phone. It's extremely late and there are no reasonable excuses to make a call. Maybe a text.

He walks back to the bar, putting the whiskey away and the glass in the kitchen sink.

Walking to his bedroom, Jungkook rests two fingers to his eyes. He doesn’t think he can stand another harsh light till morning. He's had enough bright computer screens and fluorescent conference room lights to make him not want to see for a month, but that wouldn't work when his attention is needed to gaze upon divinity.

Jungkook turns on a bedside lamp, filling the room with a soft, yellow light. In the closet, he takes off his watch and rings, placing them back neatly into their displays before stripping naked.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Jungkook walks towards the bathroom mirror, admiring the way his thin silver chain sits around his declitage. After chuckling to himself, he takes it off, setting it on the counter.

Nothing beats taking a shower and sleeping in your own home. The moment the water hits his back, a chill runs down his body as the water pickles along his skin. But its touch still isn't enough to ease him.

When Jungkook lotions, it feels bittersweet reminiscing those moments in the shower when delicate hands rub baby oil into his skin. Though memories don't compare to physical touch. Just like how his hands crave to caress supple curves.

After doing his skin care and putting on boxers, Jungkook secures his chain back on before getting into bed. With two claps the lights go off. For some time, he lays there before he’s sitting up to look around his dark room.

And before he knows it, Jungkook is flipping the switch for a room to come alive with neon purple lights. As he walks to the window, his hands glide along the bed’s velvet comforter before picking up a tiny Kuromi plushie.

There's not a single star in the sky and he hates it. He hates the light pollution of the city. He remembers living in Busan, and getting to wish on stars for —ironically— stardom when he was still a kid. It's been some 30 odd years since then but he knows you still wish for yours to never end, so you hate the light as well. And he’ll do everything in his power to not let them outshine you.

Flopping onto the bed, he pulls out his phone, shying away from the light as he turns it down. Then he opens Messages.

Jay K just wanted to say i'm proud of you baby girl i love you so much goodnight

He stares at his phone waiting for the messages to be shown as read. Then decides that a text can wait; sleep is important for bright futures.

His arm feels heavy so he brings it to his head, phone in hand. He looks at his reflection on the black screen before dozing off.

Ten minutes into his slumber the phone chimes.

Baby Doll thankyu daddy🥺💖 i tried really hard to make you proud too nitey nite koo bear i love you too

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Usually the morning sun is enough to wake Jungkook, but today he’s awoken by ringing. Slowly, he palms around, squeezing multiple plushies before clinging to his phone. Sitting up, he clears his throat and looks around. It's pitch black, courtesy of the black out curtains as someone’s not an early bird like he's forced to be.

When he answers the call, his receptionist’s frantic voice tells him that he’s late to work. Perking up, he neatly places all the plushies back, restoring the room as he found it. Then he rushes out to get ready.

As he walks down the corridor, Jungkook checks his messages to see that you replied. He can't help but swipe a hand over his face, hating that he fell asleep.

Jay K it’d make my day if you could come by the office and see me we could have lunch

He doesn’t get anything back. You must still be asleep. You did work very hard.

He sighs, booting his computer to stare at his schedule.

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Jungkook has been sitting here for at least four hours, “working” —because let's face it, he can hardly do any tangible work since he’s become so needy. It's almost time for lunch and you still haven't called.

Did you think he was too busy to call his personal phone? He goes to the front desk.

“Hey, Chaerin, did you get any calls from _____ today?”

“No, sir. Is it an emergency?”

“Uh~ No, but if they call, just redirect it to my office.”

“As always, Mr. Jeon,” she beams, gracing him with a dimple.

Honestly, if Jungkook didn’t have you, he’d probably be one of those CEOs who ends up dating a faculty member. Then his life would really come full circle: The life of an idol. The life of a kdrama character.

Technically, he still is your employer but being with him is a bit more high stakes compared to a secretary. Nobody knows of your relationship except a few, so if Jungkook were anything like those men who manage their wives, you could lose everything you worked hard for on the whim of a soured romance. He never wants to put you in that predicament. He could never imagine himself being that vile.

Jungkook continues to work in his office, asking for no disturbances in case you call. So when his phone buzzes he jumps at the chance as if he’s trained for this moment.

Baby Doll kookie im sorry but i cant come today🥺

His smile immediately drops. Though, Jungkook knows you wouldn't miss a chance to be with him. You barely get to see each other as is. So it must be serious.

Jay K what wrong, doll?

He hopes you didn't have something scheduled. He could have sworn he looked while on the plane.

Baby Doll im sick, daddy

Sick?! Jungkook immediately feels his heart drop.

Baby Doll im having really bad cramps and i feel moody. i think my period is coming im sorry, but I don’t think i can leave bed my body hurts so much

Jungkook sighs but it still makes him sad that you're in immense pain.

He presses the intercom. “I'm leaving for today.”

“Aht- Sir, but you have-”

“If you can find someone else to do it, I'll give you both double pay.”

“On it.”

With haste, Jungkook gets up, almost knocking his chair down. There's a mirror allowing him to see the way he's putting on his coat like a child going to their favorite place. He can only laugh at himself. No woman has ever made him feel this way.

He won't tell you that he’s coming because then you’ll only try to keep him away. As much as Jungkook has told you that you can rely on him, you have a hard time asking for help. Even when it comes to your own career.

In the parking lot, he calls the maid.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Jeon.”

“Can you get to _____’s place and make sure she has everything she needs for her period. Could you also make her a few snacks? When you get there and she complains, tell her that she can take it up with me.’

“Okay.”

“Also, don't tell her that I’m coming.”

“Yes, sir.”

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There’s a knock on the door, prompting you to look at the camera. A quaint smile splays across your lips.

You let the maid in and go sit on the couch. She’s surprised.

“I don't have the energy to complain.” She smiles, watching your features soften. “But did you bring snacks?” She giggles, handing you the bag of snacks before setting the fruits on the counter. You look into another bag filled with period panties and a box of ibuprofen.

“I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”

“Thank you!” you chime, scuttling off to your room with candy and treats in hand.

Throwing yourself onto the bed, you slip into the covers and curl into the fetal position to hold your tummy. And after a sharp pain, you turn to look in your drawer and retrieve your heating pad. Positioning it under the covers, you pull the comforter over your head and grab onto your Cooky plushy before dozing off.

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Jungkook presses the keypad, comes in and sees the maid. She bows.

“How is she?”

“Sleep. I went to tell her that I cut the fruit and she’s snuggled like a kitten. It's quite warm in there too.”

“Thank you. I can take it from here.”

Jungkook hangs his stuff and changes into his slippers as the maid bows before leaving.

He makes sure to grab a bottle of water and put some fruit in a bowl before entering your dark room.

It's actually designed similar to your room at his place, just everything is a buttercup yellow. He loves how girly and cute you are.

When you said you were a maximist, he didn't think that meant you enjoyed themed rooms, color palettes and plushies that he’d consider literal investments. And that's not even accounting for your closet full of clothes and phallic shaped toys. But truthfully, it makes him feel a lot better about his own habits.

You feel the bed dip before a hand comes to rub your thigh. You groan, making Jungkook smile because all he can see is your Chimmy bonnet moving about. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous when you ordered it right in front of him.

Jungkook pulls the cover off your head and heat hits him in the face. He leans into the crook of your body neck as he continues to rub your thigh.

“Wake up, Baby doll, you gotta eat a snack.”

“I don't wanna,” you grumble.

“You’re being difficult.”

“I’m allowed to be. It’s my month.”

“It’s always your month when you’re with me,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to scrunch up into a giggling ball.

He kisses your cheek, then nips your ear, and kisses your jaw. You whine. “Will you eat, if I feed you?”

“Will you move my mouth to chew too?”

“You’re really that out of it, huh?”

“Yes,” you pout, gazing up at Jungkook with big, sparkling eyes. Possessiveness immediately takes over, urging to have you under him. He feels like he can protect you better: controlling where you go and who can get to you. With you pinned down, you're safe. He knows it’s toxic, but isn’t it normal to be a little delusional about the one you love?

Scooping you under the arms, Jungkook places you into his lap, to which you whine that it's cold. He quickly throws the cover back over your head, swaddling you tightly before pressing a grape to your soft lips.

Jungkook's mind can’t help but wander to all those times when he’s checked under his desk to see you suckling his cock, waiting like a good girl for him to reward you.

Placing his hand under your jaw, Jungkook goes to make you chew. You giggle, bring a hand to your mouth to keep from sputtering. You fall back between his legs and onto the soft comforter. He watches in delight as your whole body jumps with laughter. And, for the first time today Jungkook realizes how much he really has missed you. Sure, he’s been checking on you; on _____, the Superstar. But it’s just now hitting him that he really craved _____, his Baby Girl.

“What? You said to help you chew,” he chuckles.

“I was playin’, stupid. I swear, how are you a grown ass man?”

“I run a multi-billion entertainment company.”

“Yes, and geriatrics pass down their companies to their man-children all the time.”

“But I thought you liked how childish I am,” he pouts. You just stare at him.

Jungkook’s much older now; his features more sharp. You still remember what he looked like 10 years ago when you were just a girl in love with a star too distant to touch. He's still beautiful and filled with newborn wanderlust.

“I do,” you say more to yourself, eyes wandering his as your hand caresses his cheek. “I love you. I love everything about you.” You kiss his cheek, peppering to his lips. Jungkook hums when you finally connect. Your baby-soft lips taste decadent.

He puts the bowl down to reposition you so that you’re straddling his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Jungkook grips your thighs, traveling up and around to squeeze your ass.

You whine at his tight squeeze but also at the way your pussy contracts, sending sharp pains to your lower abdomen.

You break away to bury into his neck. “Ow.” Your hold on his shirt is fist tight.

“I’m sorry, Baby, I got too carried away.”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook rubs your back, kissing the side of your temple. You know he wouldn't hurt you on purpose; he's always the first one to make you feel safe.

The light scent of geraniums fills your senses as does the warmth of his body. Everything about Jungkook is enough to make you forget about the pain.

Your body shivers as you relax into his embrace. He pulls you closer as you almost feel like putty slipping out of his grasp.

“Have you been tense like that all day?”

You hum in response, your cheek squished against his shoulder. Your eyes feel heavy, your body weighted. You feel warm everywhere, but your panties. They’re warm… and squishy.

“Had I known, I’dve come earlier.” Jungkook rubs your back before grabbing the hem of your gown and lifting it over your ass. His fingers lightly dance along your spine, eliciting a shiver and deeper slump of your body into his. “Mmh~ Baby, you’ve been working hard, huh? Why didn’t you book a massage?”

You whine, burrowing into his neck. You hate being asked questions especially when they surround how you tend to be stubborn and suffer in silence. So you avoid them, like now.

“_____.” You burrow into his neck, huffing. “_____ _____, look at me,” Jungkook says darkly. But you just groan. You’re extremely moody. He grabs you by the shoulders and leans you back. You're looking down. “Look at me. Let me see your pretty face, Jagi.” His head tilts, studying you. Then a tear falls on your hand before you’re sniffling and wiping your nose. “_____?” he lifts your chin up, now able to look into your big glossy eyes. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“I’m just so tired,” you cry.

His eyes widen. Have you been overworked or are you exhausted from your period or both? He knows the process can be straining on the body; traumatizing, even.

Jungkook sighs, “Don't cry, Doll.” He cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He presses your head back into his chest as you keep crying

He isn’t scared that he’s upset you that badly. He knows sometimes you can’t stop and need to get it out. And as your partner, all he can do is comfort you with back rubs and kisses.

When you finally stop, only your sniffles fill the room. “I shouldn't have asked you that.”

“Mmh hmm.” You nod, causing him to chuckle. “You know I don't know how to ask for stuff and plus I don't want anyone to touch me but you.” You gaze up at Jungkook with glossy eyes, furrowed brows and pouty wet lips. You’re so cute trying to be mad at him.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of your silk-covered head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Hm? Daddy won’t ask anymore questions.” You huff, laying back into his chest. You two let the room go silent as he rests his head on top of yours.

“But you can always come to me, Baby. Everything I do is for you. Anything I have is yours.”

“I know… but you worked so hard for it.”

“I did. But I wouldn't have done so, if I didn’t think I was going to share my success with someone. First, BTS. Now, you.” You look up at him, eyes wandering his; then his smile. Jungkook loves watching the cogs turn as you try to make sense of his selflessness. He's too humble and you sometimes feel like you're not enough.

“You’re not selfish _____, the fact that you worry about stuff like that proves enough.” Your eyes widen and his smile gets bigger. You should know by now that he can read your mind. He's like a guardian angel looking down at you. He's blessed you with more than you can imagine and you’ll never be able to repay him.

“You never have to worry about if I think you’re using me. I know your heart. Just promise me you’ll always love me. And if you can't, all I ask is that you tell me when your heart has given all it can, so I can prepare to let you go.”

You don't think your eyes can widen any further as tears fill them. What forces came together to create such a man and what did you ever do to deserve him?

Your breathing becomes hurried, allowing Jungkook to feel the expanse of your chest. He looks at you with a melancholy yearning as if he's imagining that you weren't his anymore.

A little smile spreads along his plush lips as he watches your pupils dilate. You've always been his little kitten.

Placing a hand to your cheek, his thumb smooths over your hot, supple skin. You seem frozen but your mind is working overtime, sifting through all the things you want to do to him if your period wasn’t on. So, you settle on a kiss.

Sitting up, you glide a hand into the nape of his soft locks, pulling Jungkook into a forceful kiss. You let out a meek whimper, trying to hold back tears because flooding back are the memories that remind you of how happy he makes you.

Your kiss is deep, slow, and sensual. Pulling back to look at him, Jungkook seems relaxed and ready to submit to your touch.

Dipping down to kiss his neck, you suck till his skin becomes hot and bruised. You peck the rosey mark before dragging the expanse of your warm tongue along his adam’s apple. He whimpers. You're always so vulgar but soft with him.

After laying a kiss to his throat, you peck up to his jaw kissing towards his ear. “You make me so happy, Jeon Jungkook.”

You suck his ear, soliciting his sweet moans. There’s an erection straining in his pants. It's aching and warm.

Your lips finally rest against his as you both hum; happy to be connected once more. Jungkook pulls you closer, but you pull back to lick your lips as you stare at his pink swollen one.

Your fingers travel to his ears, rubbing the top. “You taste so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah?” he rasps out, trying to catch his breath from your menstrations and heavenly appearance. “So pretty.” He slightly chuckles, it’s music to your ears as his bunny-like smile graces you.

“You too,” you giggle, pecking his lips before licking them. Jungkook gives you complete control, letting you suck the inner vermillion of his top lip, down to the bottom. He tastes so decadent, like nothing you could ever describe.

Pulling back, you examine your work of his glistening lips; then his overall state. His eyes are heavy, his lips slightly agape. He looks needy like you, but in other ways. He's subdued. You swirl your tongue along his open mouth, diving deeper to let him taste you.

Jungkook's hands travel up your thighs, gliding over your plump ass and soft waist. He gathers the edge of your gown, lifting it above your rib cage.

His head tilts, admiring the way your panties hug your hips and pull taut against your slit giving him a nice view of what’s to come.

Jungkook makes haste to lay you on your back as he climbs the bed to straddle you. His lips kiss upon your neck, leaving hot marks as he continues his way down your body.

His large hands grab your breast as he swirls and massages his tongue deeply into each nipple before sucking. He releases with a pop, licking them one last time which causes you to jump.

He kisses your sternum, cascading down to your tummy where he lingers to pepper kisses along your lower abdomen.

Your body is a temple in which Jungkook worships. Able to give him a life he always dreamed of.

Whether you know it or not, he sometimes prays to Yemoja, asking that she protect you and safely shepard his children into their new life.

Kissing both your inner thighs, Jungkook spreads your legs wider.

He gets down close to your clothed heat to blow along your slit. You back arches as you whimper.

“I know, baby. I know~” he coos.

Jungkook slides a hand up your tummy to interlock his fingers with yours. Then his lips pressed to your heat, as he breathes out before laying an open mouthed kiss. You whine, feeling your pussy contract and slick rise. You hear him chuckle as he's now faced with your wet panties. He loves teasing you.

So he continues, rubbing a thumb over your bundle of nerves, watching you through heavy lashes as you whimper and grip his hand tightly. He can't wait to pull your panties back.

Jungkook leans in again, pressing himself against you. You’re intoxicating.

He sits up, lifting your hips a little to finally take your panties off and just as predicted, they stick to your cunt. Once off, he tosses them onto the floor before sliding off the bed to undress himself.

You two watch each other, completely enthralled by the way his abs flex and how you rub your clit.

When his pants hit the floor, you moan, feeling your walls contract as you gaze upon his massive bulge. He grins at you. You look hungry, stalking his every move and he bends down to drop his boxers. And he swears your pupils contract at the sight of his cock hitting his stomach. You take him all in, biting your lip.

“You need Daddy’s cock to make you feel better, Baby?”

You nod.

Jungkook smirks, climbing into bed. He stalks towards you before sitting up to push your thigh back. “Is my Baby hurting?” he coos. You whine, nodding again. You’re so quiet, mainly because you’re saving your voice to scream his name.

“I’ll be gentle, hm? Take away your tummy aches?” he whispers into your ear before kissing you. “But you gotta use the safe word, if it gets too much.” You nod again. You've become mute; not having the energy to say much. You just want to moan and cry his name as he soothes your aching pussy with his girthy cock.

But you do have one request. “Kookie?”

“Yes, Baby?” He kisses your neck leaving spots.

“Can you fuck my ass?” you mewl. Your innocent voice drives him mad. How can you make something so vulgar sound so sweet?

Jungkook sits up, smiling as he thumbs over your baby hairs. “Of course, Baby, as long as you cum.”

“We cum,” you pout.

“We cum.” He kisses you as you whine.

Opening the nightstand drawer, Jungkook pulls out lube. As he pours it on your pussy, you jump and gasp, “Cold~”

He rubs your inner thigh and dips to kiss you. “Daddy’s sorry, baby girl.” Continuing his kisses, you feel his fingers deeply rub into your clit, warming you up. “One more.”

Coldness hits your entrance, soon replaced by two warm fingers in your cunt. You clench around him, moaning as your hips move to fuck him deeper. He grins, biting his lip. “Such a greedy little pussy, Baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“Jungkook, fuck me~” you whine.

You kiss again and he pulls back. He squirts lube onto your ass. It's cold too, making your asshole spasm. then you feel him rub. You moan, fingering your clit.

“You’re so fucking cute. Making Daddy so hard.” He continues massaging your asshole as he pours lube onto his cock. He hisses at the cold but steadily strokes himself.

You’re moaning, your brows knitting and your mouth gaping as you rub your clit. He loves watching you play with yourself, trying to sate a hunger that only he can stop.

Massaging your tight little asshole, Jungkook gazes at the pornographic look on your face, studying the way your eyes roll when he pushes his fingers in. You dip your two into your slick cunt, causing your head to knock back as it feels divine. He stretches you around his large fingers and when he pulls out, your gaping hole awaits his touch, contracting, urging him to take you.

“Fuck,” he rasps, feeling his cock twitch as precum leaks from his tip.

Finally lining himself up, he pushes in while leaning down to kiss you.

Gasping, you writhe at his cock filling you up and stretching you out. This new lust-filled agony replaces the one in your cervix.

Jungkook's thrusts are slow and deep as he comes down onto your body. He loves placing his arms beside your head and laying his weight on top of you, pinning you down to take his cock and load because you’re very much a runner and he enjoys watching you break down into a screaming mess.

You clench around Jungkook's dick each time it hits your good spot. You move to finger your clit as he jackhammers into your tight rim. You can't help but whimper at the fullness and contraction of your pussy as it squelches.

“Ju- Jungkook~”

“Yeah, Baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“A- Am I bleeding?” He looks down, seeing nothing but your glossy slick covering every inch of your pussy while steadily releasing more. Even your clit is aroused: swollen and throbbing for his touch.

“No,” he says, rubbing your bundle of nerves in deep swirls.

Your hands shoot to grip the sheets as you shake and your chest heaves. That should be enough to keep your mind off “ruining” the sheets.

Jungkook's kisses make you hum as his hard cock pumps into your slick rim. His veiny cock glides along your walls, making your toes curl and your head to throw back hard into the pillow. You wish you could free fall through the bed.

Laying you on your side, he slips an arm under your neck. He's still over you as he lifts your leg up to thrust deeper. “Oh, my- Baby, right there.” Your moans and the squelching of your tight rim is enough to make him cum.

Jungkook holds the back of your head and kisses you. He attacks your neck, nipping, sucking, biting while throwing your leg over his thigh. Then he grabs your breast, squeezing till your nipple perks.

You cry. He lets go with a tongue swirl and flick before holding your waist. He growls in your ear and whimpers.

You caress his cheek, kissing him. “Oh~ Daddy, I love you. You’re so good to me.”

Jungkook whines again, panting in your ear. His high is on the horizon; his dick throbbing with vigor. “Ah~ Fuck, precious. I love you too. Daddy loves you so fucking much. Taking my cock like a good girl,” he growls into your ear as you feel the rush of his thick white load coating your walls. His thrust become sloppy but he continues to fuck into your ass, gripping your curves and kissing into your neck to coax himself to a calm.

You feel warm and fuzzy, humming as you try to steady your breath.

You two lay for a sec before he pulls out slowly, prompting your body to shake as you gasp. Jungkook grins the entire time, watching the way you bask in the sensitivity of your rim and the warmth of his cum.

“You came~” you hum, sounding a little aloof; clearly cock-drunk.

“Yeah, cuz you're so beautiful.”

You giggle, but then your face contorts. “Ah!” You place a hand on your belly “Mmh~ Kookie, the towel… Did I bleed?” Your hand goes to touch your entrance.

“No, Baby. Are you still hurting?” You nod.

Jungkook spreads you open, examining your gaping hole; no blood but you're contracting more than usual. And you’re pushing, trying to alleviate some pressure off your abdomen.

“Mmh, Baby.” He runs a finger around your entrance. “Did you cum?” You shake your head. “So, I’m a bad Daddy, huh?”

You nod, causing Jungkook to smile a bit as he caresses your cheek. “Pretty pussies deserve to be fucked.” He stares at your pussy and you stare at him back, admiring the way his warm brown eyes wander. You used to get embarrassed, but now you feel pretty when he worships you.

Jungkook rubs your little patch of hair, lightly tugging as you moan. It drives him wild. It's so soft and full, like a faerie’s hidden grove; protecting your delicate flower in the depths of its lush.

He rubs a finger over your baby hair. “Can Daddy fuck your pussy?”

You hum as he watches you think. You’ve let him fuck you close to your period before, but that’s usually three days before when you just feel uneasy in the tummy. It’s supposed to come on tonight and you figure a warm shower will trigger it. But you’re hurting much more than usual. And you feel a little tense too.

“O- Okay. But if I bleed, tell me cuz that's icky.”

“Anything you give me, Baby, is a gift.”

“Jungkook~” you whine as he laughs.

Raising up, he looks into your eyes as his fingers smooth over your baby hairs.

“Can you take me ass up?” You nod, and Jungkook places hands on your waist, helping you onto your tummy. You groan. “I got you, Baby.”

He throws the towel over a pillow before putting it under your lower belly.

“Arms up, Baby Girl,” he coos, bringing your hands to rest by your head. His hands grab your waist gently pushing down so that your plump ass tilts up.

Jungkook opens your legs, giving him access to spread your ass, allowing a little squirt of cum spill out.

“Does Daddy’s cum feel good in your ass?”

“Mmh hmm,” you smile. “Warm.”

“Good.” Jungkook rubs your supple skin, squeezing lightly. He blows on your hole causing it to clench. You whine as he watches your wet pussy open back up with a squelching from your gaping hole.

“So sensitive for my cock,” he growls against your lips.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my pussy, please. Make the pain go away.”

He groans at your pleas. All he wants you to do is run to him when you need saving.

Jungkook lays a hand to your bloated stomach. “Feel me in your tummy?” He leans over to whisper into your ear as you whimper, nodding. He grabs your heat pack, placing it between your lower abdomen and the towel covered pillow.

“Mmh~ Thank you, Daddy,” you hum, feeling more relaxed.

Rubbing your hips and ass, he takes in your position: ass up and holes begging for his cock. Absolute perfection.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?~”

“Are you gonna fuck me raw?”

He nods, continuing to rub your hips. “Are you scared to bleed?”

“Yes.”

“You can trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” You look over your shoulder at him with a pout on your lips.

“Then, Daddy won’t fuck you so hard that you bleed.”

“O- Okay.”

Jungkook lines himself up and sinks in. Your ass tilts down as you feel his veiny cock glide along your walls, stretching and filling you up.

Your eyes shut tight as you try to relish in the pleasure running through you.

“Almost there, Baby.” His grip tightens on your hip as the other lightly presses on your back, pushing you back down onto the bed.

“You can take my cock like a good girl, huh?”

Overwhelmed, you moan in response.

As he bottoms out, your pussy flutters around him and your holes contract, pushing cum to leak from your ass and down onto his cock.

His thrusts are slow and his hips are purposely tilted to drag along your g-spot. When Jungkook pulls out, his cock is glistening in translucent slick.

“Mmh~ Baby, no blood,” he coos, patting your butt.

Pushing back in, you clench, making his cock stutter a bit to get in.

“Baby, you need to relax.”

“I can't; it hurts,” you whine.

Jungkook bends down and kisses you softly before his tongue invades your mouth. You relax, letting his wet taste swirl around yours, sucking you down.

“Ugh,” you cry, causing his hips to stutter. You begin to throw your ass back, not wanting him to stop now as you’re finally ready. “Don't stop, please~” The pain from his cock is deliciously distracting from the previous feeling in your walls. “Keep going. Just like that,” you gasp. Even the heat pack seems to disperse the pain like a deep massage.

The room fills with squelching as you suck his cock into you cunt, “Mmh, Daddy~ So fucking big.”

“Yeah, Baby, just for you,” Jungkook growls into your ear, leaning his chest against your back.

“Fuck my tight little pussy, Daddy.”

His pace quickens, fucking into you as your ass slap against his thighs. You join in throwing your ass back gently as his growls turn into whimper. The sound of your love making fills the air.

“Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well, Baby,” Jungkook moans, his head throwing back as his eyes close to savor the feeling of your suckling walls. “You deserve this cock; you worked so hard this month. You make me so proud, Baby Girl.”

You whine at his praise, clenching and shaking. You can feel every throb of his veiny cock. Your pussy’s grip tightens and the painfully sweet strokes cause you to release more slick. Jungkook’s worked up a steady pace, enough to fuck your slick milky white and thick at the base of his cock. With each glide out, threads of your shared cum bridge between you.

“Fuck-” The female body truly amazes him.

When Jungkook hits that perfect spot, you cry out, shaking as your arms give out. Your eyes shut hard as you tip over the precipice of a hot flash. Then your coil breaks and you forget where you are, basking in the ecstacy between your legs.

“Ugh. Mmh~ Koo."

You're too high to notice the way Jungkook looks down upon you. Despite the bumbling fucked out mess you’ve become, you still look serene in his eyes.

It’s only till he feels warmth run down his thighs that he notices that you’ve coated his cock red.

Jungkook is immediately filled with astonishment and overwhelming pleasure. “Aw, Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous on my dick,” he beams while continuing to slowly fuck, coaxing you further. He hums, watching your blood gush around his pubic before feeling it run down his balls and drip onto the towel.

As you slowly recover, your breathing becomes steadier and you're able to take in your surroundings and the first thing you notice is the coppery scent.

Your eyes widen as you whine, “Jungkook!” Looking behind your shoulder, his glistening face graces you. Sweat covers his naked body as he rakes a hand through his damp hair. His dark eyes bore into you as he licks his lips, grinning.

“Daddy, no…” Your hand trails down his abs before you lay back down, too mesmerizing to remember why you opposed him in the first place.

You two stare into each other's eyes as the room continues to swell with the sound of your bloody cunt. After some time, he leans down against your back, sliding his arm under you before pressing his nose against your cheek. All his weight comes down onto you, coveting you in his warmth and driving his cock deeper. You feel closer to him than ever before. And so does he.

Your blood is a tether. Is a life line.

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garnish {chapter 7}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Reeling from a tense encounter with your professor, your emotions get the best of you. Self-destruction always makes for a good show to coworkers who don't have the whole picture.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: violence, language, threatening behavior, misogynistic behavior, sexist language, threatening ultimatum, abuse of power, academic stress, academic anxiety, degrading talk from male characters, self-destructive behavior, home invasion, attempted break in, description of injuries, blood, injuries in the kitchen, dangers of sharp knives, intense emotions, readers internal monologue gets apathetic, reader has depressive and isolating thoughts, talk of injuries, self-depreciation, secret relationship, work relationship, power dynamics (due to job rankings), sexual content, allusions to sexual content, allusions to past feelings of inadequacy, reader gets in her head about life path, reader is having a tough time ngl, invasion of personal space, restaurant lingo, triggers associated with the food industry, smoking, cigarettes, use of tobacco, childhood trauma, reader reveals parentage issues, abandonment issues, past trauma, major angst

A/N: been struggling with this chapter for real, y'all. but the remainder of this fic is outlines and i'm beyond excited to get down to the nitty gritty with it. hope this feeds you well and happy holidays ♡

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“Yes, my brother. He’s been keeping a low profile lately, trying to avoid suspicion that could land him in the hands of the authorities. He’s explained to me that you’re under the impression that he came onto you too strongly for your comfort and decided to submit a police report against him with the help of your boss.”

Surprise colored your features, not expecting this to be the reason why you weren’t being considered for something that would further your academic career, help you to establish yourself in your field of study.

“He put his hands on me in two different situations. He didn’t back off when I verbally told him I wasn’t interested. Then he proceeded to put his hands on me, attacked me outside of my place of work.”

“That’s what he said you would play it off as, but seeing the way that you interact with the gruff boss of yours, playing hard is what seems to be your prerogative.”

“If you want the internship, you need to drop the report. Tell them it was a lover’s spat or something, I’m not really too concerned with how you spin it. But drop it, or I will deny your application and tell my colleagues that while you’re a gifted student, you stir up trouble.”

You watched your phone ring for the umpteenth time. The name of the restaurant popping up, Millie’s name, Joel’s name, Mary’s name. A text from each of them in quick succession.

But you were numb, still seated in the chair across from the desk in the classroom. The sun had set already, the warm lights of the lampposts scattered around the campus the only source. The door still resolutely closed after your professor had left after delivering his two choices for you.

Scrambling as if waking up from a dream, you rushed through the campus and made your way to work.

“Use your safety words!” You shouted, disguising the rising of your voice at the sharp sting of the knife blade slicing through your skin in the heated words. You watched as the slice from the knife turned white before the cells caught up and blood began to bead, spilling from it quickly. The cutting board became stained, and blood made a sticky webbed pattern of splatter on the blade.

“I said behind, it’s not my fault you didn’t hear me!” The new guy had the audacity to raise his voice back at you. His face contorting into something ugly as he dropped the façade of keeping his cool.

“I would’ve heard you if you did say it!” You snarled as you whipped around, the towel normally kept tucked at your hip wrapped tight around your hand. Blood blossomed through the fabric almost immediately. You brandished it at the man. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had proper etiquette!”

“Don’t blame me for not knowing what the hell you’re doing!”

You took a step toward him, good hand about to fly out and grip the front of his shirt. But you were stopped by the sound of the office door opening. Joel Miller filled out the doorway completely, his broad shoulders nearly brushing each side and it would be so easy a reach for him to touch the top of it. He glared around the kitchen, eyes hardening when they landed on the sight of you clutching a towel to a bleeding hand.

You had snuck in the day before, after the stressful interaction with your professor. The restaurant had been too busy to steal away any time with him and you were gone before he had been able to step outside of the kitchen. Overwhelmed and on autopilot for most of the night as the words of your professor echoed in your mind. You had texted him a perfunctory message, saying you had a migraine and would see him the next day and then proceeded to call Nia and vent to her over two bottles of wine that had been too sweet for your empty stomach.

You had snuck in today too, knowing he had to make an order before service started. This was your first time seeing him directly in nearly three days.

“What’s with all the hollerin’?” His eyes were hard, the brown of them dark as he took in the scene, the emotion and tension in the air. The sight of you worked up and a snarl pulling up one corner of your lips.

Before you could even open your mouth, the new guy was speaking in a mocking tone.

“Little miss bartender herself, chef.”

“I wouldn’t have if you had used your fucking safety words.” The words were low, vicious as your patience wore thin. You didn’t need this, especially not today. It had been hard enough to get into the headspace for work, let alone show up, and now you’re injured because some asshole thought he didn’t need to let people know where he was at as he moved around the kitchen space.

The already silent kitchen seemed to grow even more quiet at the harsh words that had fallen from your mouth. Taken aback by the breaking of your normally cool and collected demeanor, in face of the attack all those weeks ago, this was the only instance where you showed your raw emotions. Joel had taken a few steps from the doorway and began to make his way toward your station. His feet stilled when you spoke, the way you did so giving him pause. The manner in which the words had fallen from you stoked real worry deep in his chest. You never raised your voice, let alone spit words out in such a heated way.

Save for that one time you ripped him a new one about his inappropriate behavior when you had first started helping out in his kitchen. You were always polite and professional, cordial and jovial with those you were on closer terms with. This….this was foreign and it had warning bells going off in his head immediately. He hadn’t even seen you slink into the kitchen, the last concrete contact he had with you about maybe being late for work.

He was about to say something, to break up the confrontation when the new guy decided to dig his heels in and make an even bigger mess out of the situation. Joel noticed the way you didn’t step back as the younger man’s features morphed into a cocky grin and he took a step closer to you, getting into your personal space.

“You knew I was behind you, sweetie, you always have an eye on me and push that nice ass out toward me. Don’t play dumb. I know you like what you see. Too bad I don’t waste my time on pathetic, easy girls like you.”

The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the tension thick as everyone stopped what they were working on and watched you two stare each other down. It was no secret he hadn’t made any friends in the three weeks he had been here, too full of himself for people to want to talk to him. From the glares being aimed at him now, the feelings of ire flowing from everyone else in the kitchen. Joel felt the nerve in his jaw jump as he accessed the scene alongside everyone. He wanted to step in, but he felt frozen on the spot, his emotions a whirlwind inside of him and his anger making his mind blank out.

“Fuck this.”

His words stung, as much as you wish they didn’t. The entire week taking its toll on you and culminating into an overwhelming tidal wave that finally crested and made an impact. You felt angry, hot tears prick at your eyes. You hated that they were visible in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen and that everyone could see the shine of them as you felt your face heat up. That Joel could see them when you frantically glanced around the room, trying to keep them at bay.

A smug grin on the man’s face was the last thing you saw before you turned on your heel and walked out the back door. You let it slam behind you as you walked past the dumpsters and the recycling bins lined up along the back of the building and some of fence that lined the back lot for employee parking.

Digging the keys out from underneath your apron, you unhooked them from your belt loop and unlocked your car. You didn’t look back when you heard the door open, just hopped into the driver’s seat and drove off from the restaurant.

The waiting room was crowded with screaming children and crying babies. An assault on your already overwhelmed senses. At the sight of blood dripping down the length of your arm, a nurse at the front desk hopped up from her chair and tended to you before taking your information and telling you to wait for a room to get stitches. That it would be wait, they were busy. You nodded, taking your injured hand and pride and settled into a vinyl chair with silent tears trailing down your cheeks.

Alone.

Always alone.

Fighting for the smallest things, always fighting, always trying, always pushing yourself.

Seemingly for no reason.

Everyone had someone, waiting with them, waiting for them. But your apartment was empty, your friends at work. No text sent out to let them know what had happened because it would be hours before anyone saw it. Evening, before you would inevitably return to wallow in the confines of your own apartment to nurse your bruised ego and aching heart.

I think I need some space, I’m sorry.

The woosh of the message sending was lost in the sounds of the waiting room. A couple close by, whispering to each other. Looked like the guy had broken his arm, holding it tight to his body. The girl fussing over him in a way you wish someone would pay attention to you. Joel was…he was great. When not at work, when in your own little bubble of connection and creation together. But he was an absent texter, would call and leave messages on your phone during class times, but they were mostly silence followed by a huff before the dial tone.

You weren’t sure what that was about. He had far more going on in his life. A restaurant to run, family in town, family out of town, an old business he kept up with, friends he would see on a semi-regular basis.

But you?

Alone. No family nearby or in general. Nothing but school that seemed to have been a giant mistake to continue. A job field you hadn’t wanted to return to. A man who could only seem to give you half of himself when not at work. Different personal spaces and paces of life, shared moments that always came to an end far too soon only to be swept under the rug when clocked in.

And it hurt, dammit.

He didn’t respond. And you hadn’t expected him to. It was service hours, after all.

It hurt, even as your heart pleaded at you to give him a call and ask him to come sit with you.

You called the manager as you turned into your apartment complex parking lot. The gate squeaking as it closed behind your truck. The hospital had seen you in three hours, the tirage taking a while despite actively bleeding. But you had shiny new stitches that stretched from the top of your left index finger knuckle to the middle of your palm in a painful way, twelve all in all.

You explained to her that you didn’t want to file any complaints or for workers comp but would need the week off to get stitches and let the injury heal a bit before you handled anything confidently. She agreed to pay you for the missed shifts, not taking it out of your PTO as they hadn’t had any issues with your attendance in the year you had worked there. You thanked her and apologized for any inconvenience once again.

You ignored the sound of a car pulling up along the curb outside the gate, used to random people parking around to get to the concert hall a few blocks away or a visitor for one of the other many apartment buildings lining both sides of the street.

“Just…expect to be taken off of prep. Chef doesn’t take lightly to people who bail, you know that.”

“Heard, see ya in a week.”

You were just out of the shower, having tried to keep your injury out of the spray of the hot water. You had asked them not to wrap it up as you got discharged, telling them you were going to shower the second you got home. They sent home the appropriate dressings and instructions on how to keep it all clean and avoid infection. You were comfy in a large T-shirt with some hiking graphics on the back of it and a pair of boy shorts, just stepping into your slippers when there was a knock on your door.

You sauntered over to it, tired from the day and a little loopy from the cortisone shot they had given you at the hospital. When you pulled the door open you were greeted by the large figure of Joel. The crown of curls around his head lit up from a light post further down by the curb.

“Wh-why are you here?” You let your shock show in the slight parting of your lips, the heavy exhale at the image of the man you were yearning for displayed right in front of you. As if you had summoned him with thoughts alone.

“You got hurt,” He shuffled on his feet, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck as he looked at the visible stitches on your left hand. His other one held a large paper bag, but you were more focused on the nervous energy he was exhibiting. As if he was worried he wasn’t supposed to be here, knew he wasn’t supposed to be here and hadn’t been able to keep away. You had been holding it close to your chest, not wanting to accidently knock it on anything as you walked around. “Wanted to check on ya.”

“I told you I needed some space.” You moved to begin swinging the door shut but his free hand shot out and stopped the motion easily, thick fingers and wide palm spanning the wood.

“I came to check on you.” He said with a little more force, reminiscent of him being in the kitchen as calling for hands or for dishes right that fucking second. When you didn’t move or say anything he cleared his throat and talked on, softer now. “Brought you some food. Your stomach is prolly turning from havin’ nothing in it when they gave you the shots needed for stitches. I know you might not be hungry or able to eat but it’ll be there for you when you want it.”

“How-“ You found yourself stepping back as he advanced into the doorway and then a few paces into the apartment. The front door opened up directly into the living room, the kitchen just beyond it, separated by a breakfast bar and the small doors that kept the washer and dryer hidden. He set a hefty paper bag on the couch underneath the window beside the door. The scent of greasy Chinese food made your stomach gurgle to life and your mouth water.

“Used to be a contractor, seen my fair share of bad injuries. There was a lot of blood left on the cutting board, just figured.” He looked around over the top of your head and took in the colorful but controlled palette of your belongings before his gaze landed back on you. Reading something in the space you couldn’t quite figure out. “Didn’t get a text from you, but if you really want me to, I’ll leave right this second.”

Your eyes softened, seeing how earnest he was. All you could do was shake your head, heart thudding in your chest at the realization that your text hadn’t been sent. A silent thank you to shitty hospital cell service.

The sound of the door shutting and locking behind him was the beginning of a quiet evening curled up on the couch with him and whispered words of comfort against your temple as his moustache tickled against your skin.

The shattering of glass was loud, jolting you from your sleeping position curled up in front of Joel, his arms around you and his legs tangled with your own. He was up on his feet in seconds, telling you to stay in the bedroom while he cautiously peered into the small living room. He shuffled on his feet as Sweet Pea came hurling into the room, puffed up as big as she could get, eyes blown out. She jumped atop the bed and you watched Joel’s back disappear in what little light from the street lamps filtered in through your sheer curtains and thick blinds.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Joel was hollering, the bat you had set aside just outside the bedroom door all those weeks ago still there. He grabbed a hold of it and you could hear him swinging, making contact with something metallic. The crack of the wood was loud, making you jump to your feet and you scrambled to get your phone from where it was buried in the sheets.

There was a yelp, followed by the crunching of glass and harsh breathing. The operator was calmly trying to get your attention, hearing the commotion from the other side of the line as you had put it on speaker. The sounds of heavy thuds on the metal stairs outside rattled the walls and your dizzy head. Joel seemed to have followed them, a second set of steps sounding right behind the first.

“Ma’am, are you safe? What’s going on?”

“B-break in, someone broke into my apartment.”

“Is the person still there?”

The line was silent as she waited for an answer, the heavy footsteps of someone coming back up toward the apartment startled you. Hands flailing to catch Sweet Pea as she jumped into your arms. The phone clattered to the hardwood floor.

“Ma’am? Are you still there? Are you okay?”

“My-my boyfriend is-“ You bent down to pick it up, cuddling the small creature close to your chest as she shook in your arms. Joel walked back into the room then, blood smeared on the bat and sporting a gash to his cheek. “He scared them off.”

“Ma’am, I’m sending a police car, what’s your address?”

Joel took over the situation as they arrived, meeting them down at the gate. He walked them through the event, told them the car he had seen the guy rush to and then sped off in. The glimpses of dirty blonde hair underneath a cap, the sound of his voice reminiscent of the one he had protected you from at a bar all that time ago. Of the open investigations you both had over the encounter at his restaurant.

They seemed to take all the crumbs and piece them together, saying it was most likely a stalking situation and you had dropped the mug of tea you had just made at the word. It had been advised that a car were to patrol the street on a more regular basis, but ultimately that you should stay with someone for a while, until things calmed down and your window was repaired.

Hours later, as the sky began to lighten from the deep blue of nightfall to the pastel oranges of early morning, you and Joel found yourself tucked back into bed and curled up with each other. Shielding each other from the rest of the world.

“You gonna tell me what happened at your meeting?” Joel’s voice was careful as he regarded you across the cab of his own truck. He was driving toward his house just outside the downtown area. A suburb that hadn’t felt the effects of gentrification that had so many others had fallen into. It was quant and cozy, neighbors friendly with each other after living there for so long. A good home for his daughters as he raised one and then adopted the other in their teens, sharing the safe place he had crafted for one daughter with another who had never known such a thing. A kind and caring man, now offering to take care of you in the wake of your personal space feeling tainted.

Sweet pea was in your lap, curled up in your crossed legs, preventing Joel from being able to rest a hand atop your thigh while he drove, both hands firmly on the steering wheel. He had been stealing glances your way since you both loaded up, along with three packed bags. Two for you and one for the small cat, with the promise to get her a little box after dropping her off.

Your demeanor shifted from relaxed and boneless in his passenger seat to rigid, shoulders pulling taught as you sat as straight as you could, lower back aching with the pressure after having sat for so long in cheap, hard waiting room chairs the night before. The hot sensation of embarrassment and shame bubbled up your chest to your throat, preventing words even if you had them.

You shook your head, focused on the world passing by in a blur outside the window.

He seemed to realize it was the wrong moment, to have asked such a thing from you because one of his hands was reaching over and tangling with your own.

“That’s okay, whenever you’re ready, yeah?” He chewed on his bottom lip, coming to a stop at a red light. “Or even not at all, okay, if you don’t want. Whatever you need, baby, I’m gonna try my best, alright?”

You nodded, not able to meet his earnest stare, you both startled when a horn honked behind his truck, urging him to drive through the now green light.

“I’m here for you, you gotta know that. Even if you don’t ask me.” He spoke as he turned into a quiet neighborhood, just outside the bustle of the city. A suburb that reminded you of the one you grew up in, the one you hadn’t been back home to in a decade. Wasn’t welcome back to in wake of family drama and endless fighting.

“Did you know my dad got remarried when I was young?”

“No, darlin’, I didn’t.” He said softly, unaware of why this was what you decided to tell him. But he listened all the same, as he parked in a clear drive and helped you down out of the passenger side of the truck. Making sure that Sweet Pea was cuddled tight to you and safely ushered through the doorway into his home.

“She didn’t like me, the woman my dad had been dating. Said…said I was so smart it was blinding. That I’d never find a man who would want to be with me because I always intimidated people. Too independent, too heavy to attract anyone, too much of all the wrong things.”

You stood in the threshold of the living room, watching as your small cat explored the new space. With a cautious curiosity, as if worried about hidden threats behind every corner. Chirping as she went, looking back at you every few minutes to make sure you hadn’t abandoned her.

“I don’t know who this woman is, but she’s wrong, darlin’. She had no business telling you those things at such a young age.”

“If only she could see me now,” You scoffed as your stitches throbbed underneath thick bandages, pain dulled but breaking through the medicine you needed to take once again. “Got a stalker who won’t leave me alone and a professor who deals in ultimatums.”

The bags he still held dropped to the floor and he was suddenly in front of you, his hands on your shoulders as he gave you all of his attention.

Your eyes met his and the words came tumbling out in a rush.

“I was so stupid to think that she was just spewing bullshit, because she’s right. Smart mouth getting me in trouble, getting me into situations where I’m sleeping with my goddamn boss, barely scraping by for a degree that doesn’t mean anything now. He’s-he’s going to tell the entire board that I’m trouble and they’re both right. I always mess everything up, it’s why I’m alone. Can’t disappoint people who aren’t in your life, right?”

You chuckled wetly, face hot and hands shaking as Joel carefully took them in his own.

“Hey,” Joel’s voice was firm, his eyes focused as he brought you to his chest and held you. “Don’t go saying any of that alright. She’s not right. She don’t know you, what you made of yourself. It doesn’t matter what she thinks, what matters is how you feel.”

“I feel like she’s right, she got my dad to believe her. Haven’t spoken to him since I moved out at eighteen. But not from their house, I had been dumped with my grandparents because she wanted kids of her own and it was either space for me or space for them.

A-and it feels like all the hard work I spent years focusing on is all up to a man who has all the power. The ability to spin this entire situation to his needs and wants, to protect those in his care. Everyone has someone looking out for them, helping them, guiding them. But…but, I don’t…I don’t have anyone…”

Your breathing was slow and deep. Controlled as you calmly spiraled, mania from the past few days winding down into a resolute conclusion of bitter acceptance for the things that have happened and taking the blame for them because there was nowhere else to place it.

“You have me,” Your name was a plea on his lips and all you could do was cling to him as he pulled you into his chest. It was easy to fall into him, but you pulled away just as quickly as you had reached out. For his warmth and reassurance, his kind words that you didn’t deserve. “You have me, okay?”

“You-you’re my boss. And he was right, told me I’m just a messy girl who likes to play hard to get. That’s why he’s going to tell the entire board that I’m unfit for the internship, that I’m trouble to have in class, a risk that shouldn’t be considered. A waste of potential crumbling because I’m too self-righteous and tried to stand up for myself in that bar.”

“Look. No, you look at me and hear me okay.” He grasped your shoulders again and pivoted you from where you had begun to turn your attention away from him, feeling utterly hollowed out and bared for him to see all the ugliness you hid inside the beneath your skin and bones. All laid out for him to pick through like a predator to find the best parts and take take take what he wanted. But it was all rotten, it was all tainted, turned. Bad.

“I will file the appropriate paperwork in both our files, have Mary look it over and sign as a witness, stating that we are in a consensual relationship. That there were no contingencies of promised payment, position, or promotion regarding the development of it. I swear to you, baby, I will do it. To show you that it’s important to me, that you’re important to me. That this isn’t just some fling.”

“I was so close,” Your voice broke, hoarse and tapered off into a sound that didn’t sit right in your ears. It was startling how foreign it sounded. As if the woman speaking was someone else and not yourself, feeling small and childish and helpless as you watched your bags get taken from a car and placed around you by a woman smiling brightly and a man who wouldn’t look directly at you. Spoken words of, ‘this is for the best’.

“I was so close.” The woman repeated, and you felt your knees give as the weight of her words hit you and your vision faded out.

This is for the best.

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kakujis · 1 year

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omg i love ur work so much- i wanted to ask if u can write fluff scenarios with ryusei sato since there arent many fics for this pretty boy its completely fine if u dont want to!

HAI NONNIE... u had me thinking of final timeline, future!ryusei.. like ryusei who works at chifuyu's pet shop cus WHY NOT. ngl is it really my writing if its not a LIL sad at some point? anyways here it is!

warnings: gn! reader, spoilers for the spinoff duh!, mentions of violence, height diff (reader is shorter), very very slight angst, not proofread ehe. thats about it! 0.7k wc

“ryusei…”

“hey.. earth to ryusei!” with the snap of your fingers, ryusei sato comes back to reality. one hand is placed on your hip, the other holding a dustpan. you’re in your pekejland uniform, head tilted to the side as you stare up at your boyfriend. his mostly white hair falls in front of his face, as he continues to blink at you, long lashes fluttering.

“uh.. sorry,” he says, scratching his head, “what were you saying?”

you sigh, “i asked if we were still getting dinner with baji, chifuyu, and kazutora after our shift.”

ah, that’s right. before he went off into another odd daydream about losing their friendship, all of them beaten and bloody, at the height of fighting yotsuya kaiden, the two of you were talking about dinner plans.

he shakes his head, physically trying to free himself from such thoughts, before he nods, locking up the cash register in the process, “yup! we can’t miss it!” he beams.

“you always act like you haven’t seen them in years.” you giggle, before you too finish cleaning up, setting the dustpan back into the supply closet. walking over you turn your back to him, “help me get out of this thing?”

he rolls his eyes, “you just use this as an excuse for me to touch you, right?” he says, giving a soft laugh. but he always does it anyway, untying your apron and lifting it off of you. “also, no i don’t.”

“you do,” you sing, before you’re beckoning him to turn around so you can take his off. “sometimes i think you like them more than me. bend down for me?” and he does, a smile gracing his face as you pull the fabric up and off him. you turn to leave and put them away, but he catches you before you do.

pulling you back against him, he buries his face into your hair. “what are you doing?” you ask and he mumbles, “just let me hold you for a little bit.” trapped in his embrace, you still. you reckon it has something to do with what he was thinking about earlier. it’s been happening more lately, the way he spaces off with a darkened face. you’re not sure what to do besides ground him back into reality, although, you do wish he’d tell you.

“if i did something stupid, like really stupid, would you stick with me?” he asks, the deep timbre of his is nice on your ears, especially when he’s this close.

“like eating cat food?” you tease, your hand rubbing comforting circles on his arm.

he groans, “that was baji! not me!”

you giggle, “mhm, mhm, sure.. to answer your question though, of course i would.”

he spins you around and before you can make a noise, he presses his lips into yours. you kiss him back, humming as he cards his fingers through your hair. you wrap your arms up around his neck, pressing into him. the two of you are so wrapped up in one another you don’t hear the chime of the door bell.

“you’re gonna suck face in my shop?!” chifuyu yells, scaring the two of you. you squeak as you pull away, turning to stare at your boss.

“no wonder neither of them are picking up the phone.” baji snickers while kazutora pops in from behind them.

“can’t believe neither of them asked any of us to join either,” he laughs as chifuyu shoots him a disgusted look.

“i’d rather die than kiss ryusei.” chifuyu comments and baji quirks a brow.

“you’d kiss y/n?” the other two ask in unison.

“as if i’d let you!” ryusei snaps, pulling you tighter into him.

“oh shut up, i don’t want them either.” chifuyu quips, but if you squint there’s a red tint on his face.

you decide it’s best to get things back on track, before ryusei gets on chifuyu again. “sorry guys, did you already get dinner?”

baji shakes his head before he smiles, holding up a convenience store bag. “nope! we got it right here.” he rustles it and you can see the boxes of peyoung yakisoba inside.

“ooh! yummy!” you clap, before tugging ryusei’s arm to stop the stare off he’s having with chifuyu, both of them practically snarling.

as the night continues to wind down, the pet shop is filled with the sound of laughter, especially as ryusei and chifuyu continue to bicker. but deep down, ryusei is happy. happier than ever, that he gets to live each day with his friends that light up his heart like a candle in the dark. man, what dumb daydreams to have.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #letters from baji keisuke #ryusei sato #ryusei sato x reader #ryusei sato x y/n #pibby writing

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rukia-writes · 2 years

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Hello rukia can u please do ror daddies when you grab their butt

I’ll have to do a part 2 because the list is so long.

🍑 Surprised 😯

🍑 Hercules is very surprised at first but once he sees that it’s just his s/o he’s calm and even a little happy about it.

🍑 While it is quite naughty grabbing Hercules ass; he likes it. Surprised and aroused would be a perfect definition. Likes Ares his face is red and he’s just surprised.

🍑 Hercules ass needs to be grabbed. 🏃🏼‍♀️ it’s amazing.

🍑 You have no power here.

🍑 Loki loves the attention from the first time to the 1427164817 time.

🍑 Loki does have one of the nicest ass here. NGL.

🍑 his reaction? As I’ve said he loves it. Doesn’t matter if it’s public or private. Well, Loki might prefer private only because he doesn’t want to have to slice an asshole because they called his beloved a perv.

🍑 Loki will get his s/o back too.

🍑 My beloved Ares ♥️ gives a little scream when his feels hands on his ass. Eyes are popped out and everything! Holds his ass the entire time while talking to his beloved.

🍑 Face is so red but he’s so 🥰 cute!

🍑 Ares is speechless. (Ares has a nice ass btw)

🍑 Ares likes it though, just please don’t do it in public ♥️ he’ll be so embarrassed because he’ll make a little scream noise while red in the face. (Hermes will never let that down)

🍑 listen, Poseidon secretly likes it. BUT! His s/o has to do it a certain do it. Preferably, when their making out.

🍑 Poseidon isn’t going to say “Do it again.” Etc., his reaction would be along the lines of, “You’re my beloved so I’ll let it slide. But don’t make a habit of it.”

🍑 Make a habit of it.

🍑 He says he doesn’t like it but the surprise and small, very small blush on his face says otherwise.

🍑 Don’t do it in public! Unless one wants Poseidon’s punishment later 😏 (Poseidon has a great ass btw)

🍑 “You’re playful today, aren’t you?”

🍑 Shiva believes in the physical touch, grabbing his ass gets him…fired up. 🔥

🍑 Shiva’s beloved better get ready for Shiva to return the favor. He has four hands 🙌🏻 and he’s not afraid to use it.

🍑 Yes, he loves it when his s/o grabs his ass 🎀

🍑 Shiva has a wonderful ass btw. ( 🍑)

🍑 Loves it. It’s phased by it.

🍑 Lu Bu gets that smile and will say either “Hey, (Name).” Or “Try and do it again.”

🍑 Grab, squeeze, slap it doesn’t matter Lu Bu. Even in public. (No one is going to tell him s/o shouldn’t do it, Lu Bu will have a word with them.)

🍑 Lu Bu is going to do it back too.

🍑 “Good morning/afternoon, (Name).”

🍑 Not phased at all

🍑 Hades knows when his beloved is getting to slap/grab his sweet ass and he doesn’t care…(secretly likes it)

🍑 the very first time though he’s a little surprised but it’s welcome it’s affection after all. As I said before, whatever his s/o does to him Hades does it right back. 🎀 and he has those hands omg. 😏

🍑 Hades has a nice ass. Can bounce a coin off that thing

🍑 I want to be a bird in the tree to see his reaction.

🍑 He’s surprised, and you had better be his s/o or else 😅. But overall he’s just surprised but it hits him so late like: his precious just has a handful of the Norse god’s ass and he’s just….”…..What are you doing?”

🍑 “Showing affection.”

🍑 Thor will respond with “This is how you show affection?” And from that point Thor will grab his s/o ass too. (You’ve told him this how you show affection and while Thor has put fighting above all else he believes them. Precious really.)

🍑 If he’s doing an equation on his chalkboard while his s/o grabs his ass…he messes up his equation 😭. Like, there’s just a long line thru his numerous equations.

🍑 He is surprised at first! But once his s/o replies with its for science 🧬 Tesla is aroused. (You’ve pushed the science button.) his beloved better tell Tesla what they come up with. ♥️

🍑 “So, in conclusion I’ve come up with the answer that, you have the sweetest ass in Valhalla.”

🍑 While Tesla is very pleased to know the results of his beloved’s….research…Valhalla isn’t enough and Tesla will ask his precious to research Midgard and Helheim too. Science is a ever evolving process.

🍑 Also! Tesla has his own equation for his ass too. Both come to the conclusion they have the nicest ass in all three realms.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Hi!! This is my first time asking an ask and OMG!! My day goes up Up UP when your notification pops up 💜🥹💌 Idk if you're still taking up requests, but can you do the reactions of the dorm leaders to MC/Yuu having/wanting to keep exotic pets, like bats, snakes, lions or maybe wolves 🫣🫢

Hi, thank you for the ask! This one’s been in my inbox for a while, so apologies for getting to it so late ;-;

Dorm Leaders react to MC’s exotic pet

Riddle

Honestly, he has hedgehogs in his dorm and that might not be so different in thought

As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, he would be fine. You probably have to write down all the rules together so he knows you won’t let the pet off loose

Overall I don’t see him being completely against it as long as it doesn’t run around in his dorm. He might be a bit scared to touch it but that’s something he won’t admit

Leona

He literally doesn’t care

You could throw an alligator at him and he would be like “heh, cute” and throw it back :/. He’s seen a bunch of different animals because of where he’s from and he doesn’t find them at all concerning

He might just say that you should keep it out of his room just so it doesn’t accidentally destroy something, but he just shrugs when you ask if he’s fine with the pet being in his periphery

Azul

As long as the animal isn’t something that enjoys the taste of octopus, he’s fine haha

He might not want it in the lounge but he won’t stop you from keeping it in Ramshackle. He might be afraid to go near it though

If it happens to be an aquatic animal that is friendly to him, he might be happy about it. It can either go terribly or really well for him, there isn’t really a middle-ground

Kalim

This guy has exotic pets too ngl

So when he sees yours he’s like “omg my (insert animal here) can be friends with yours!” Before asking Jamil if he can bring them

I feel like he would be super excited to see your pet but Jamil might stop you from bringing it to the dorm

Vil

Keep it out of his impeccable dorm and he’s fine

He won’t touch it, he’ll just look and appreciate it from afar. If it happens to catch his attention, just know that he’ll at least be friendly to it

Really doesn’t want it near his room, so keep that in mind if you don’t want your pet to be thrown out the window :/

Idia

He’s afraid but super interested overall

He’s not that familiar with pets since he’s more used to things like holograms. But he will try to be friendly nonetheless

If you decide to bring it to his dorm, he might be worried about it knocking an expensive computer out but if you can keep it from doing that he’s totally fine

Malleus

Thinks it’s super cool to have a friend like that! Faes probably have exotic pets (at least from a human’s pov) so it’s something you two can relate to

He will be friendly and might even hold it on some occasions, though Sebek might tell him it’s not safe haha

He wants to know what kinds of stuff you like to do with your pet. Just stories overall as you two walk in the woods for example

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 37

anon - i propose a 'who can solve a rubik's cube faster' contest between steven and casper because we need them to bond !

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anon - yall so what if

Hear me out

Y/n sees someone in trouble, but it's CASPER! And she goes out without Marc's permission and saves him, and when she comes back Marc is just sitting there watching the news and he looks over to her and he looks worried and sees Casper kinda just sitting there and he tends to both of them and Casper just kinda breaks the silence and goes "so..how what's your day?-" "what were you thinking y/n?" It's steven now and they kinda have a small argument and Casper goes "CHILDREN CHILDREN!! sorry sir but she SAVED me and you're getting mad at her for it?" Also why am I writing an entire fic idk😭

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anon - guys what if when y/n and Casper have their second ACTUAL kiss Marc makes a gross gagging noise and we're like "oh shit I didn't know you were there"

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@spideyscottage - okay but idea- baby scarab going on a date with casper and marc and layla are spying on them the whole time

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A/N : casper and y/n on their first official date :)))

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A/N : this one was so much fun to write ngl

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, mentions of power failure, casper bonding with your dads, suggestive(? like almost making out but not really??), marc being a sneaky little bitch, getting shot (guns and violence) let me know if i missed anything

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today was your date with casper.

it’s not a fancy date and you’re happy with that, since neither of you are too fond of crowds.

you’d rather it just be you and him.

he had texted you as promised, and you had planned to get ice cream at this place down the road from his house, then go back and watch some movies with him.

it sounded perfect to you.

plus you wouldn’t be interrupted since his mom and sister were visiting family out of town, and his dad was out for a business trip.

and no, you’re not going to take advantage of the fact you’ll be completely alone with him, or take advantage of casper himself.

it was just that you’ve been interrupted a lot.

that’s all.

you had made sure to knock and wait for marc to open the door, no doubt that he was still fronting.

you heard hushed whispers and a thud before rushed footsteps come to the door before it opens, revealing marc, and you immediately notice his messy hair and the fact that his shirt is inside out.

you send him a tight lipped smile and lean on the doorframe. “did you guys actually..” you trail off, and when marc didn’t answer you gave him a disgusted look.

“dude i’m never sitting on that couch ever again” you mumble, peaking in and seeing the kittens eating their breakfast.

marc blocks you from looking in, and raises an eyebrow.

“do you want me to get you your pop tarts?” he asks and you make a face.

“why can’t i come in?” you ask suspiciously.

marc avoids eye contact with you, and begrudgingly shakes his head, which makes you smile.

“why not?” you press cheekily hoping he’ll give you an answer, but marc just gives you a look.

“steven?” you call out, knowing he would crack under pressure.

“they fondued. marc i’m so sorry” he admits and apologizes, marc running a hand down his face.

you snort and push yourself off the doorframe.

“please clean up in there” you start, marc distractedly nodding.

“also i might be home late” you trail off, marc giving you a confused look.

“but you don’t have work” he points out and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m uh..” you try to find the words.

“spit it out, y/n” you hear jake and you take a breath before doing so.

“casper asked me out” you start, getting surprised murmurs from all the guys.

“so i’m.. that’s what i’m doing today” you look down and fiddle with a loose string on your sleeve.

you hear marc sigh and you look back up at him. “i know i can’t stop you.” he starts and you nod.

“just.. just at least text us every once and a while” a smile forms on your face and you nod excitedly.

“i will, i promise” you let out a breath and marc sighs again.

“awww, she’s going out on her first date” steven gushes and you groan.

“stay safe” jake tells you.

“i will”

and that was that. you said your goodbyes, and marc had to go anyways to.. clean up the place.

they all knew that this was going to happen at some point.

they fear the future, being honest.

they don’t want to let you go. meaning, they wish they could’ve somehow been there your whole life so that they had more time with you.

but nothing can change the past.

but they can at least make sure you’re okay in the present and make sure you have a good future.

~~~

you met casper where you said you would, it now being around noon.

the ice cream place you were at wasn’t very popular, and it was near a park so it would be smooth sailing.

and little did you know that marc knew exactly where you were.

of course he followed you like the creep he is.

with layla too.

they were in their suits while following you on the rooftops.

jake and steven tried to convince him to leave you be, but marc insisted. he claims that this will be the only time. just to make sure that you’re safe.

casper doesn’t exactly know your whole situation with the ‘three dads in one body’ thing.

which is why this date would be a good time to explain.

“you didn’t have to pay, i have money” you tell casper, poking your ice cream with a spoon from the bowl it was in.

“and i already told you, i want this to be the best day ever, so don’t worry about a single thing” he reminds you.

you chuckle and walk with him down the sidewalk, both of you eating your ice cream along the way.

you feel a ringing in your head and turn around, seeing just regular people walking about.

“you okay?” casper asks and you nod, turning back to walk with him again.

“is it the tingle?” he whispers and you make a face.

“don’t say tingle. and yes, but there wasn’t anything there” you start. “i mean my webs were being weird yesterday, maybe my senses are going haywire” you suggest and casper shrugs.

“just don’t push yourself” casper warns, both of you speaking in hushed voices.

“i won’t, let’s just talk about something else” you shake your head and casper perks up immediately.

“there’s actually something i’ve been meaning to ask you” he starts, and you gesture for him to keep going.

“it’s about… steven. or is it marc?” he says confused and you hum.

“it’s a long story, but basically they are three different people in one body”

“what?”

“yeah”

casper takes a second to take a bite of his ice cream.

“doesn’t it get confusing knowing who’s who?”

“not really, steven has a british accent, while marc sounds american. and jake has this new york thing going on. he knows spanish” you nod to yourself, casper humming in thought.

“so i’ve met all of them then” he murmurs and you nod.

“wait- so that means moon knight and mr knight are the same guy?” he asks and you shake your head.

“marc is moon knight, and steven is mr knight. jake doesn’t do much for the public to see” you inform him and he nods.

“any more questions?”

“no”

“well, i have one then”

“and what is it?” casper wonders and you bite your lip, wondering if you should go through with it.

“can i get a taste of your ice cream” you start, casper blinking a few times before you continue.

“you don’t have to, it was just-“

“sure” he answers quietly and you quickly pull on his collar, yanking him over to peck his lips before pulling back.

he stops walking to stare at you, who had also stopped and licked your lips.

“good choice” you tell casper, starting to walk again, leaving him to catch up.

but before he could there was a loud bang, and then a few scared yells coming from behind you.

you set your bowl of ice cream on top of a garbage can, then look to casper who was inching towards you slowly, and doing the same with his ice cream.

the source of the loud crash was another car accident, and you saw about a dozen people dressed in identical black suits, all having giant guns in their hands while pointing them at civilians.

“shit” you mutter, taking casper’s arm and leading him behind a tree.

“stay here, please don’t come out” you plead, looking around the tree to make sure nobody saw you.

casper looked startled, but shook his head.

“is there any way i can help?-“

“you can help by staying here. safe and hidden” you say and he hesitantly nods.

“khonshu, come on in need the suit” you say into thin air, casper being confused and then shocked when a suit envelopes your body, and lastly your face.

you nod at him and run out from behind the tree, right towards the danger.

casper watched, peaking around the tree only in the slightest.

you shot a web out at a light pole, thankful they were working properly again, and swinging so that you could kick a guy in the back, knocking him over as you land on top of a car in your ‘fighting pose’.

the eleven people left turn to you, and open fire, making you flip back and take cover behind the car, then shooting a web out towards one of their faces, then pulling to make them fall to the ground, face first.

two down, ten to go.

you jump out again, doing the same web thing to three more of them, then swinging and kicking two down.

now there were only five left, yet you only saw four.

you figured you would worry later, and take down the four that were there.

they kept open firing at you, one of the bullets skimming your thigh, making you wince and press a hand into it while you shot a web out to the gun to take it, then throwing it back at the persons head to knock them out.

the other three, you reused moves you already did, taking them out in no time.

they were amateurs.

you went to find the last one, when your spidey senses went off.

and in the direction of where casper was too.

you basically sprinted the best you could with the wound you had on your thigh, and when you came to turn around to the tree, there they were.

the last guy, and he had casper in a chokehold, the gun at his temple.

you noticed that the guys sleeves were rolled up, granted having gloves on.

you saw a scale tattoo on his forearm, which made you gasp.

“just come with us and he doesn’t get hurt” he says in a gruff voice, pressing the gun harder into the side of casper’s head.

you take in a shaky breath. “fine. just let him go” you say shakily and capsers eyes widen.

“no-“ he gets shoved away and you keep your fighting stance.

the man points the gun to casper and your eyes widen, and without thinking, you leap out in front of him, your shoulder taking the bullet, and the man gets impaled with a crescent shaped piece of sharp metal, making him fall to the ground.

“oh my god! y/n, please-“ casper crouches down next to you, the mask coming off while your eyes find his.

“please say something!” casper exclaims, you putting a hand up to his shoulder.

“help me up, we have to go” you say hurriedly, casper nodding and doing so.

“you just got shot- oh my god” he murmurs to himself, hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, the non injured on of course.

“yeah, just.. just..” you trail off.

“we’re going to my place, i’ll help you- i- i can help you there” he stammers, and you start to smell a faint scent of salt.

“are you crying?” you ask as you both duck into an alley near his house.

“no but i might” he says honestly. “i just watched you get shot while saving my ass” he tells you, helping you up the fire escape.

he helps you into his unlocked window, thankful nobody is home.

“sit on the bed, i’ll be right back” he tells you, and the suit comes off, revealing your normal clothes again.

where the bullet grazed your thigh was bleeding, and of course your bullet wound was as well.

casper came back and winced at the sight, having a cup of water and washcloths in his hand, along with a single rubber glove.

“is the bullet still in there?” he asks and you nod, flexing your arm and instantly regretting it, as it sent a stinging pain down your arm.

“hey hey hey- just.. just relax i can.. i can fix it” he says shakily and you look at him with glossy eyes.

“i’m sorry” you say quietly, and casper looks at you like you’re crazy.

“what? why on earth are you sorry?” he says offendedly, putting the glove on and moving to look at the bullet wound closer.

“i ruined our first date” you let out a breath and casper gives you a look.

“you saved me from getting shot, you didn’t ruin anything” caliper starts. “you could never, so don’t think that”

you gasp in pain as casper touches the small hole in your arm lightly, and apologizing before just sticking two of his fingers in it to try and reach the bullet.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from letting out pained groans, and clenching your fists to keep yourself from flinching away.

“i got it” he says, setting the bullet down on his nightstand, and opening it to get the alcohol he now kept in it.

“where did that crescent thing come from?” he asks you, distracting you from thinking about the alcohol soaked towel about to touch over your bullet wound.

“probably marc, that sneaky bitch” you start, casper snorting. “he probably followed us, that’s why my senses were being weird” you realize and groan.

as if on cue, there’s a tap on the window sill, freaking the both of you out, and turning to see marc of course, peaking in with a smile until he sees what’s going on.

“holy shit” he mutters, coming in through the window, while the suit disappeared, taking your face in his hands.

“i didn’t think you actually got shot, are you okay?!” he exclaims and you nod, gently taking his hands off you while caliper continued to clean up the bullet hole in your arm.

marc turns to casper with narrowed eyes. “does he know what he’s doing?” marc asks and casper nods, not taking his eyes off of the almost clean wound.

“i do, i’ve watched many tutorials to prepare for this, sir” he answers and you raise and eyebrow.

“so you’ve been waiting for me to be shot?” you ask cheekily and casper shoots up in surprise.

“nonono- i just-“

he’s cut off by you laughing. “still too easy” you mutter.

marc watched the whole thing with furrowed brows, watching as casper reached for the gauze and bandages, unraveling them and staring to wrap them around your arm.

“y/n” marc suddenly says in a stern voice, making you look to him slowly.

“..yes?”

“not to be ‘me’, but what the hell were you thinking? you should’ve waited for me to-“

“get away from layla?” steven continued in a cheeky tone, making you raise an eyebrow.

“layla forced him to let you handle it. she almost cut him a couple times” steven informs you and you hum while nodding.

“interesting” you say.

“can you.. can you hear them?” casper asks and you nod.

“we think it has something to do with my schizophrenia” you say and he nods, moving to look at your leg.

the moment he put his hand near your thigh, marc nudged his hand away and gave him a look.

“marc-“

“no, he’s done, i’ll take care of the rest” he mutters, casper taking a breath and handing marc the alcohol and the bandages.

“you’re lucky there’s no bullet in this one, or you’d be in so much trouble right now” marc tells you and you sigh.

“if i may, she saved me so maybe don’t be such a-“

“such a what?” marc cuts off casper and you stare at him, waiting for him to respond to marc.

“such a dick” he mutters and you start laughing.

“he’s right, in a way” you defend, taking casper’s hand in your own.

“watch it” marc points a finger in your face, making you look away.

“thank you” you say to casper, him nodding and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

“anytime”

marc finished wrapping the bandage around your leg, and now that you were safe and not bleeding out, marc left the room to find a sink to wash his hands at, leaving you and casper.

“are you okay?” you ask him quietly and he stays silent.

“i didn’t mean to bring you into this- i- you must have been terrified- you had a gun to your head” you stutter and casper gives you a small smile to calm you.

“it was terrifying” he starts and you hold your breath. “but i knew you’d never let me get hurt. you’re the bravest person i’ve ever met” he says to you and you purse your lips, smiling back.

“i owe you ice cream” you chuckle, feeling both of you leaning closer to each other.

it wasn’t as slow as last time, this time knowing both of you wanted this.

you bring your non injured arm up and holding casper’s cheek in your hand, his moving up to your back to hold you close to him.

you were the one who finally closed the gap, your lips molding together like they were meant for each other.

you each separated to take a quick breath before moving even closer to deepen the kiss.

you ended up bringing your other arm up to wrap around him as well, his other hand brushing against your cheek.

your eyebrows furrowed, pressing your lips against his with more pressure than before, and then was when you felt his tongue poke at your bottom lip.

you were about to let it go further when you heard someone clear their throat from the outside of casper’s room, making you both jump apart.

it was steven, and you could tell by the way he was standing, and the way he was smiling at the both of you.

“how.. how long were you standing there..?” you ask him quietly.

“just a second, don’t worry” he answers and you sigh, casper avoiding looking at anyone.

you sit there awkwardly as well until steven- thank god- changes the subject.

“did you solve this?” steven asks casper, picking up the solved rubix cube off his desk.

casper shakes his head. “no, my sister did” he answers, the tense atmosphere fading away.

“are i’ve been practicing on this one though” casper continues, picking his other one up off his nightstand, right next to where a bloody bullet was.

“hm” steven hums, and you make a face, wondering what was going on in his head.

you get an idea all of a sudden, squeezing casper’s hand that was still in yours.

“you guys should have a competition, like who can solve a rubix cube the fastest” you offer, and both steven and casper chuckle.

“if you insist” steven says, handing you the solved rubix cube so that you could fairly mess it up so that the competition was fair.

you hand it back after turning and twisting in in every way you can, and looking between the two of them, casper slowly taking his hand out of yours after squeezing it one last time.

they both count down, sounding like nerds but effectively making you smile at the two, and then they both started to solve the colorful cubes.

~~~

it took half an hour until casper beat steven. not by a lot thought, because steven solved it five minuted after casper.

they called it a good game, and now casper was talking about how he’s never beat his sister in solving it.

which wasn’t surprising since allison absolutely killed those rubix cubes.

you didn’t know how she did it, but it’s impressive nonetheless.

you were glad steven and casper could meet officially and become ‘acquaintances’, dare you say ‘friend’.

they are both total nerds.

but you love your nerds.

love? well- you love steven because he’s basically your dad- but do you love casper?

you like him for sure, but you don’t think you’d say you loved him yet.

you needed more time.

this was only your first date after all- well before you got shot.

“arachnid strikes again” casper says out loud, reading a news article on his phone to you and steven.

“londons new spider hero, arachnid, takes down twelve armed men at noon today” he says and you smile.

“thanks to her, no casualties were reported and the twelve criminals were properly arrested” he finishes, turning his phone off and smiles at you.

“i told you you’d be a good hero” you hear jakes voice, turning to see that he was now fronting.

“thank you jake” you respond, and casper tilts his head.

“you were the one that named one of your cats, right? y/n told me you really like them” casper sparks conversation and jake raises an eyebrow.

“si” he says quickly and casper just smiles.

“he’s a cat mom” you tell casper and jake scoffs.

“she looked like a luna, so i named her luna” he says sternly and you nod.

“and it was.. marc? who named the other one?” casper asks and you nod.

“yeah, so we have luna and pedro” you snort, casper smiling.

“i could see that” he nods and you shake your head.

“see? pedro is a good name for our cat” marc says, granted casper can’t hear him.

“marc is happy you like it” you murmur, casper chuckling at your annoyed expression.

“well, i’m glad” he responds.

it was all light conversations from there on out.

marc and jake did end up talking to casper, and even admitted he wasn’t as bad as they thought.

you were all ‘i told you so’ this and ‘i told you so’ that.

they were all just happy that you had a good time overall with him.

and that you even had him in the first place.

when you had all first met, it was before casper.

you expressed- when you were comfortable- that you wished for anybody to just walk up and say ‘hey let’s be friends’ and that’s exactly what happened.

marc was skeptical, but got over it.

jake wasn’t around yet exactly, but back then if he could’ve given you a hug he would’ve.

they just want you to have the time of your life while you’re still young.

they didn’t have the best childhood, well, marc didn’t, and he was the most wanting you to do anything and everything you want.

except kissing people on the mouth.

he almost died of a heart attack is steven hadn’t fronted when you two were lip locked when he walked in.

it was sadly time to go, out the window of course and down the fire escape.

marc was fronting again, watching you as you said your hushed goodbyes with a worried casper.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i’ll see you, okay?” he nods at you and you smile, darting your eyes to marc for a second before taking casper’s jaw in your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

he was surprised you would do this in front of marc, considering he threw a fit about it the last time.

marc decided to make fake gagging noises which made you separate from casper and glare at him.

“can you not?”

you stick your tongue out at marc and turn back to casper for a second to wave and start your venture down the fire escape, leaving him with his thoughts.

and after you two left, casper totally didn’t do the thing where he shoved his face in his pillow while listening to live songs by himself.

he totally didn’t do that.

and neither did you.

you totally weren’t whipped for each other.

totally not.

according to marc, you weren’t.

to steven you were, and to jake, well- he was the silent observer.

and they totally didn’t tease you about it all night until you brought up the fact that marc and layla totally didn’t bone on the couch.

totally.

when all the chaos ended, marc debated calling layla over and telling you the news about something they had been talking about.

he ended up chickening out.

he couldn’t do it, not yet.

not until he was sure you’d say yes.

steven and jake knew you would, but decided to have marc ask you since he was the one you physically could say four simple words.

four simple words that he rehearsed in his head over and over.

patience is what steven and jake had.

and patience is all marc needed.

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A/N : IM EARLY :D

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