#fuck u and I’ll c u next week
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life as a daniel ricciardo fan:
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and liek i dont wanna keep asking for help. but i'll die if i don't know how to ask for help. i'll die if my pain is imperceptible to anyone but me. i need to ask for help.
i am going to write and publish at least one donation post by the end of the week. i will talk about how i am black and schiz and have debilitating adhd and how ive been involuntarily hospitalized (imprisoned) more times than i can count for psychosis and i already got medical debt out the ass from it and if i dont get some help i'll probably end up getting involuntarily hospitalized (imprisoned) again and put into more debt for having been involuntarily hospitalized (imprisoned) liek maybe next time im psychotic i wont be so lucky to get a short stay and debt and i'll end up arrested and imprisoned for a long time.
my fiance is suicidal! and i need money, i need work, i need money to fly to live with him and work to pay for us to eat and have a place to sleep because i dont want him to kill himself because he doesnt have anyone. i need to be there for him and i just cant fucking afford it. i need work and equipment and probably some music tutelage.
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if u want to help me survive and u dont got the money to spare but u got time please post and please promote my music and tell people why they should donate to me and how they can donate to me. or i can work for u or ur friends. i'm an audio engineer, a producer, a songwriter, a digital artist, and a writer.
drop links to my bandcamp talk about my music talk about my work. ask people to help me because it hurts a lot already and it hurts to ask for help
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wow no one has mentioned this yet????? ig i’ll be the FREAK to do it: vamp!kylar will absolutely eat the hell out of u when u have ur period 🧛 he can probably smell when it’s approaching too and gets so excited. esp bc he gets so fixated on when ur ovulating so when he knows ur period is coming he’s like a fruit fly and starts rubbing his hands together all giddy like
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oh my gosh yes. yes. i was too embarrassed to write about it but. period sex with ANY kylar constantly floats around my brain. vampire kylar would be sucking on his fingers like he'd just ate a drumstick from kfc. finger licking good HAHSJSJAK
afab reader, period sex, period mentions, reader wears a skirt, general creepy kylar stuff., kylar's weird scent kink thing is in this too...
drabble continued utc!
I think the first time you're having a period with your freakish vampire boyfriend around - he's visibly on edge. Kylar's gnawing at the palm of his hand while sitting next to you in the cafeteria, sweating as his other hand grips on the sleeve of his hoodie. You note that he is looking at everything and everyone except you.
You'll reach out to touch him, placing a reassuring hand on Kylar's shoulder.
"Are you okay, Kylar?"
Kylar flinches back like you've just burned him - eyes bulging out of his head as his hands quickly shield his face from view.
"Y-Yes! I-I'm fine! J-Just—"
He peeks at you through his fingers, pupils dilated until only a sliver of green remains.
"—I-It's just really hot i-in here."
You throw him a weird look, rolling your eyes as you stand up from the cafeteria table. You absolutely cannot deal with this shit right now. Being hit with wave after wave of crippling cramps, the last thing you needed was your boyfriend being noticeably disgusted with you. You shuffle awkwardy, trying not to cause yourself more pain as you stand. Does Kylar hate you now? Is he scared of you? Fuck, you don't know if your irritability is stemming from the slick, sticky blood feeling between your thighs or your boyfriend - lost in his own little world - ignoring you when you need him most.
A strangled, panicked sound escapes Kylar as you stand. The hand covering his face reaches outward, snatching your wrist with a disturbing amount of strength. You try to slip out of his grip - upset that now he wants to touch you - but he does not relinquish his hold no matter how much you tug against it. He exhales shakily, his nails dig into you - they've gotten long - really long.
"Y-You can't go— You can't."
You try to pull away with more force, spluttering with confusion as Kylar refutes your struggle with ease. He can't possibly be jealous - you've spent almost the entirety of this week with him - he's staring at you with this horrible, anguished expression. It's the last thing you want to see today. Your bottom lip twitches beneath your teeth, tears pricking your eyes in frustration.
"Kylar! Stop being so weird— What is wrong with you today?"
Your scuffle turn heads. You can feel so many eyes on you, looking at you and Kylar, laughing as they see Kylar's hand is latched onto your wrist. Only then do you notice the gaunt, sickly shade of his face. Heavy, darkened bags rest under his eyes. His lips are chapped too, more than they usually are. Speckled bits of dried blood rest in between the grooves of each crack. Kylar twitches, sweat slicking his choppily-cut fringe to his forehead. He looks ill. He tugs you closer, talking in a low tone that makes your stomach churn.
"You're— You're on your period."
What. The. Fuck.
You don't remember telling him it was that time of the month? How does he know—
"W-What? What does that have to do with anything?"
"J-Just— c-come with me—"
He breathes in shakily, composing himself as his eyes trail up your form, lingering far too long on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He stands to meet your height, breathing heavily as you flood his senses with a scent that is so undeniably you. Sweet, but not too sweet. It makes his body buzz with a sickeningly fuzzy feeling. His mouth fills with sailva as you hold his gaze, scrutinizing him with your cutely furrowed brows and a jutted-out bottom lip.
"I-I need to tell you something."
You can see the desperation in his expression. His other hand shakes at his side, aching to latch onto you and never let go. Festering like a fresh wound, Kylar's carnal urges get the better of him. His other hand grabs your shoulder, pushing you closer towards his chest.
He smells different. Like dust, dirt and nothing all at once. He doesn't smell like garlic and pepper. Normally, you're assaulted with the scent of the plants - but strangely - it's gone entirely. You look up at Kylar, brows still furrowed in confusion because this is your boyfriend but... something is inherently wrong about him.
Kylar tugs you out of the cafeteria.
You don't struggle.
-
"I-I need to taste you—"
"H-Huh?"
Kylar pushes you into the dilapidated storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him as he grapples you against the wall, panting against your mouth.
"I haven't— You smell so good, a-and I just need this," He cuts himself off, snapping his gaze toward you incredulously from his position against you. He visibly shudders, twitching as he falls forward onto his knees, grounding himself between your thighs. He eagerly tugs your school skirt down, panting as he is met with your panties. "I-I need this. N-Need to feed f-from you— no one else."
"W-What! Kylar! We are in school right now! It'll be too messy a-and it'll get all over you-"
You choose to ignore your boyfriend's weird phrasing of eating you out. 'Feeding' from you is new.
His forehead rests heavy against your swollen uterus - you don't know what he's doing - until Kylar leans closer to your clothed pussy and begins sniffing you. Sniffing you - and moaning like he should have gotten between your thighs the moment you sat next to him in the cafeteria. You squeak, latching your hands in his hair in a pathetic attempt to steer him away from your bloodied thighs. Your tightened grip doesn't deter Kylar. He groans loudly, unashamed as he tilts into your touch, panting puffs of hot wet air against your skin.
"Y-Yes! Oh, y-you have to let me— you smell so perfect, j-just—ah—just let me taste you,"
He's so close, so close to snapping and just biting into the soft skin of your thighs. His eyes dart between your face and your clothed heat. His jaw is clenched tight, gnawing at the skin on the inside of his cheeks. Strained to the last thread of his patience, Kylar lets out a hoarse, weak sound. His fingernails jab painfully into your thighs, carnal desperation evident in each action. Despite this, he looks up to you, teary eyed from the struggle of holding himself back.
"P-Please."
You nod, loosening your grip in Kylar's hair as he practically vibrates with excitement. He tugs down your panties, eyeing the pad that sits at the seat of them as his tongue slides over his bottom lip hungrily. You whine as his fingers nestle themselves against your overly sensitive folds. Slick with blood and wetness, Kylar's fingers prod at your folds, eagerly pressing against the spots that make your knees weaken against his hold.
Kylar's tongue inches out to lave at the smeared blood across your inner thigh, moaning at the taste. He latches onto you, lips forming a tight seal against blood-slick skin, mixing red with clear saliva as Kylar's teeth brush against you. Two particularly sharp teeth nick your inner thigh and you tug his head backward as his fingers continue softly rubbing at your clit. He presses an apologetic kiss to the wound, affectionately licking at the punctures, careful not to let any of the blood spill onto your white school shirt.
"I-I knew it'd be good—" He gasps, his mouth and wet tongue making quick work of your other blood-smeared thigh. "Y-You're so—ah—so, so, delicious, my love."
You blush, opening your eyes to look down at your boyfriend. Kylar's still twitching with excitement, tongue hanging out in anticipation as he nears your pussy. You whine weakly, pulling on his hair as dull throbbing cramps torment your lower abdomen. Kylar smiles at you, eyes much brighter - looking far less ill than before, too. He pulls his fingers away, admiring the sticky sheen of blood that coats them before quickly popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste. He pushes you backward against the wall of the closet, spreading your thighs wide enough for his head to fit snugly between them.
He licks a stripe against the seam of your folds, eagerly lapping up the blend of arousal and blood. Your hands weave in his hair, pushing his nose against your clit as Kylar laves at your pussy, humming as your thighs trap him against your heat. Kylar groans, savouring the sweet, metallic taste of you against his tongue. He pushes closer, nestling his nose against your clit just close enough that with each press of his tongue against your entrance you cry out in pleasure, hands tightening in his dark hair. Kylar fucks you with his tongue until you're sobbing, wrapping an arm around each thigh to hold you firm against his mouth.
He moans as you grind against his tongue, chasing your release that hums deep within your core. Your grinding stutters as the coil burns hot within your stomach, tightening until it snaps.
You cry out as you cum, squirming as Kylar continues to hold you against his face. He groans, lapping up your arousal as it seeps onto his tongue. Your thighs clench against his head, quivering as Kylar slows his licking into gentle, loving laves against your pussy. He smiles as your hands fall from his hair. Kylar presses a loving kiss to your pussy, inching upward to press a kiss against your bloated abdomen as well. Even though he just gave you the most intense orgasm of your life, he's still so intimate with each of his actions, no matter how lewd or messy.
He pulls up your panties, your skirt, and readjusts the rest of your clothes before fixing his own.
Kylar stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking up the blood collected on it. He looks undeniably better than before; gone is the sickly tone of his skin, the heavy bags under his eyes, and now his eyes hold a twinkle that doesn't falter. He helps you up with ease, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your neck.
"Thank you," He whispers, smiling against your neck, pressing soft, affectionate kisses to the damp skin. You return his embrace even as your legs still tremble from the onslaught of pleasure Kylar gave you. You feel better now. Your boyfriend isn't disgusted at you. Quite far from it, actually. So you'll ignore that his teeth are sharper, that his skin is as cold as a cadaver's, that you swear his eyes were red at one point. He's your boyfriend. His strange, newfound affliction for blood doesn't mean anything. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, breathing in his new scent of dirt, dust and nothingness. He giggles at your newfound neediness, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.
"Let's do this again tonight, okay?"
#god can yall tell i got inspo from jennifers body#kylar#kylar the loner#dol#kylar x reader#dol kylar#degrees of lewdity#also ik jennifer isnt a vampire but... hnngg the scene where shes like 'i only eat *boys* needy' like AAAAAAA BARKBARKABRk#probs my fav girl-love movie (guys i write for girls too i probably should have said that)#hnng gf kylar who very obviously takes inspo from jennifers body and kills all the boys you have crushes on so she can have u to hersself..#anwyas guys more vampire kylar !!! thankyewww#kuuskylarposting
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So I just reread the fic about Jules birthday, and I’ve always liked the part where Remus tells Jules that he’ll always be more important than hockey. Could you write a fic about that if you haven’t already? Like Remus leaving in the middle of practice or something like that? Idk it’s up to u:)
Fic O'Ween Day 3: Midnight! Read more amazing works from these prompts at @noots-fic-fests and of course, character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3
TW illness (coughing, mentioned vomiting, fatigue)
Remus leaned against the countertop for support and stared at the floor. “But he’s okay, right?”
“He’s okay,” his mother answered. She sounded beyond exhausted.
Remus nodded and rubbed his fingers under his eye. The night suddenly seemed so much darker. “How’re you and dad? Taking time off?”
“We’re alright.” He knew that low edge to her voice—it was the same one his own took on when he was trying to hide his hurt. Silence fell over the line.
“Mom.”
“Your dad can’t get PTO this week and neither can I.”
She cleared her throat; he closed his eyes. “Can Leanne keep an eye on him?”
“Visiting her daughter in Florida.”
No parents, no neighbors, no way they’re getting a babysitter for a sick kid… “I’ll be on the next flight.”
“Remus, no.”
“There’s nobody else—”
“Honey.” He could see the way her eyebrows drew together in his mind. “Honey, you’re on the road this week.”
“I know.”
“In Montreal.”
“They can handle a couple games without me.”
“You’re practically a rookie, Remus,” his mother insisted. After a pause, she lowered her voice. “You’re not going to damage your career when we can get a babysitter, or—or I can find a couple days off. Hell, your dad’s got a pullout at the office he can rest on.”
“I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon, okay?”
“Remus John, you have a responsibility to your team.”
“Jules comes first.” If there was one thing Remus would stand by no matter the circumstances, it was his family. The Lions would survive a roadie without him. Jules would never be alone and sick on his watch.
His mother was silent for a long time.
Remus picked at a chip in the granite. “There’s no babysitter that will watch him, is there?”
A sigh traveled down the line. “I guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too, baby. Give Sirius my best. Sleep well.”
“I will,” he lied. The call went dead and he turned, bracing both hands against cool stone. Sirius’ footsteps were soft, his hand gentle. Remus sniffled. His chest was a vise. “Mom says hi.”
Slow circles pressed between his shoulder blades. “What happened?”
“Jules got the flu, and they can’t get time off work to stay home with him.” Fucking assholes in fucking corporate. Remus swallowed around the clog in his throat. “Sounds like he’s pretty sick.”
“Does he need to go to the hospital?”
Remus shook his head. The hand on his back slid down and wrapped around his side, guiding him to lean on Sirius’ chest. “Do you want me to book your flight while you call Coach?”
“Yeah.” His voice was rough. He didn’t let go. “God, I hate being so far away.”
Sirius’ other arm came around him and held him tight.
--
Remus and his father talked the whole ride home from the airport, and said nothing at all.
The house was just as he left it at Christmas. No snow remained, and little frost—crocuses peeked out of the lawn where the squirrels had snatched and buried them.
Apologies for the late notice, but due to a family emergency, I will be in Wisconsin until the 22nd. Thank you for your understanding.
Rapid responses. Cranky responses. Remus had tried to keep a level head, even through the tremor of his hands on the computer keyboard. The organization wasn’t happy with him, but when were they ever?
It didn’t matter either way. Fine or not, suspension or not, they weren’t going to stop him from making chicken soup and raspberry Emergen-C for his sick little brother. He was damn lucky to have Arthur on his side, easing the retribution from men in offices who had hardly bothered to meet him at the start of the season.
“Your mother’s worried.”
Remus glanced up from his hands. His father was facing forward, brow pinched while he pulled into the driveway. “Yeah.”
The engine turned off with a sputter. “Be gentle, okay?”
“It’s not your fault they wouldn’t give you time—”
“Be gentle.”
Remus bit the inside of his lip and nodded. A goldfish cracker peered out at him from the crevice by the door. This passenger seat always made him feel so small. He slung his backpack out of the seat well and stepped out, letting the crisp air nip his face and bring him back. He needed to come back more. The heartache had lessened, and distance was simply exhausting now. Running fast and far to Gryffindor had seemed so smart before.
The front door still squeaked when he turned the doorknob. Remus was glad for that, at least.
His mother smiled when she saw him. “Hi, baby, how was your flight?”
“Hey, mom.” It was good, he started to say, only to have the words fall from his mind the moment she stepped around the kitchen table and wrapped him in her arms. It’s been a lot I love you I missed you how are you where’s Jules—“Uneventful, thankfully.”
“Good, that’s just the way you want it.” She gave a little sway, one hand cradling the back of his neck. He felt a light pulse of pressure. Her back, ever tense, relaxed slightly. “It’s so good to have you home.”
Remus breathed deep. Lemon-scented cleaning spray and drugstore shampoo, laundry detergent and just-sharpened pencils. He pressed his nose tighter to her shoulder and felt her squeeze him, just a little. “Missed you.”
“Oh, Re,” she sighed. A hand rubbed along his spine for a few hard, grounding, wonderful seconds. Warmth seeped in around his edges. The floor was solid beneath him, the walls sturdy. A kiss found his temple. “Baby, we missed you, too.”
A rattling cough made him wince. “Jeez.”
“I know.” Her face crinkled into a grimace when they separated and she looked back down the hall. “That started up two days ago. Poor thing. Keeps him up at night.”
“Aw.” The cough was followed by a rough throat-clear that made Remus frown. “Fever and everything?”
“102, as of this morning.” Hope ran a palm over his shoulder, the way she tended to right after he came home. Remus tried not to think about that too hard, or else he made himself sad. “You’re sure about this? You could get sick. It’s the middle of the season.”
Remus tried for an encouraging smile. “My immune system’s great, mom. I’m in good shape, I take my multivitamins. Eat my Wheaties, and all that.”
“Hmm.” She scrutinized him for a beat. “You better be.”
“I’m basically indestructible.”
Her laugh bounced off the corners of the house like it always had. “Let’s not get hasty, hon.”
“Mom?”
Remus’ heart sank.
“Dad?” Jules croaked, a little louder. “Did the neighbors come over?”
“Hey, J,” Remus called. The floorboards gave a light groan when he set his bag down at the end of the hall. “It’s me, bud.”
Silence followed. The bathroom nightlight was on, casting the hall in gentle blue. His hand drifted toward the first door on reflex (cool metal knob, lock on the inside, jimmy it three times in the winter when the frame sticks), but he managed to step past it and knock lightly below the ‘J LUPIN. DO NOT ENTER.’ sign scotch-taped to the old wood.
“Jules? I’m opening the door.”
The first thing that hit him was the smell. Stale, sweaty, feverish—Remus did a double-take without meaning to.
“Jesus Christ, dude.”
“Oh, you weren’t kidding,” Jules rasped from somewhere to his right. “Hey. Hi, why are you here?”
“You slept too long. It’s June. I’m here for the summer.”
“Hey.”
“You’re sick, dummy.” Remus tried to be subtle about propping the door open wider with a loose hockey glove. “I’m taking care of you.”
With the new, faint light from the hallway, he could see just how terrible Julian looked. His unconvinced squint didn’t help the sallowness of his skin or the heavy bags carved under his eyes. “Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Nuh-uh, you have a roadie in—” Another hacking cough interrupted him. It shook his tiny frame hard enough to make his knees bend under the covers. Remus’ heart gave an acid lurch.
Agitated heat radiated off him to the point that Remus could feel it when he perched on the edge of the bed. The sheets were a tangled mess; one blanket half-tucked, the other mostly on the floor. “Deep breaths,” he soothed when the coughing turned to a few aggressive sniffles. “Take it easy.”
“Montreal,” Jules finished in a mutter. He wiped his nose on the edge of his baggy t-shirt (almost certainly their father’s, with the way it dwarfed him) and laid back with a long huff. “You got a roadie in Montreal. Dad ‘n me are gonna watch the game.”
“Dad and I.”
“Shhh.”
He smiled to himself and tugged the top blanket down to shimmy the next one into position. “Well, you and I can watch it. How’s that sound?”
“No, you need to play,” Jules groaned, but even that was weak. He curled onto his side and peeked out of his huddle, dull-eyed and flushed. “How come you’re here anyway?”
“Told you. I’m taking care of you.”
“But hockey.”
“But you.”
“But…hockey.”
“But you.” His stomach gave a little pull. “You’re more important than a couple games, bud.”
Jules didn’t look like he believed him. “…okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“No, you’re R—”
“Don’t you—” Remus bit back his words (and his grin) and whacked lightly at the outline of Jules’ legs under the blankets, coaxing a crunchy sort of laugh from him. “Watch it. I’m in charge of feeding you for the next few days.”
Jules’ giggling trickled out with a last sniff. “Mom and Dad gotta go to work, huh?”
“Yeah.” The wrinkle of his nose was almost certainly reflected on Remus’ face. “But hey, we’ll have fun.”
“Mmm.”
The air shifted, along with his gut. Jules’ breaths were heavier. His eyes, lidded. His forehead was far too hot against the back of Remus’ hand when he checked it. “Tired?”
“Mhmm.”
Wrapping him in a dozen blankets and cuddling him as tight as possible wouldn’t help. Logically, Remus knew that. The temptation was still there. “Too hot?”
“Warm.”
“Want me to take a blanket?”
Jules shook his head. His eyes were closed fully now. “Weight’s nice.”
Every inhale hitched when Remus rested a hand between his shoulder blades, feeling for his pulse. That, at least, was calm. Jules had sweated through the old grey fabric there. He combed a few strands of hair off his burning brow and swallowed around his dry throat. “Want me to leave you alone for a bit?”
“Gonna nap.” Jules’ twitched, as if he was trying to readjust but lacked the energy. “Here when I wake up?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be here.”
--
The evening passed without issue. Night rolled in with a gust of wind that hissed across the windowpanes while Remus dried the last of the dishes. Jules had managed to get up and come to the table for dinner, but he had looked even worse in the brighter light and barely ate half a bowl of soup. He could see their mother struggling not to fuss over him, not that Jules had any oomph to give real protest.
What kind of family emergency is this, Lupin?
A family emergency. I can come back the 22nd.
You’re missing two games. Do you understand that? Weasley won’t play you for the third, either.
I understand.
Is this a funeral?
No.
A wedding?
No.
It’s a request for nonvital time off, then. This could very well result in a fine.
I’m aware of that. Time off for a family emergency is covered in my contract. I’m permitted to miss four games.
Are you really going to put in a request for this? For a nonvital midweek trip instead of two NHL games?
That’s precisely what I’m requesting, yes. This is an emergency and therefore it is vital.
Remus had not missed the bureaucracy of the NHL during his time on the ice. There was still administrative irritation, of course, but it had not been nearly long enough since he played email tag with someone determined to make his life harder. ‘Nonvital emergency’. It made him want to laugh and lose it at the same time. What a fucking joke.
A sudden rustle and thud—likely Jules’ elbow hitting the wall between their rooms, ouch—startled him from half-sleep. Clumsy footsteps pattered on the floor; a door creaked and closed, quickly followed by a dry heave. Remus winced in sympathy.
This bedroom felt too small. His feet touched the end of the bed if he stretched out. There were only a few inches’ allowance for his shoulders on either side before he hit a wall or the edge of the mattress. Even his stuff felt smaller, as if the books shrank in his hands and the trophies had been made for someone Jules’ size.
He supposed they had been. Juniors was a world away, these days. He had turned the idea of keeping a potential you-know-what ring here instead of in Gryffindor, but never really committed one way or another. That, too, felt far off. He was stuck in the middle of a spectrum, where nothing felt quite right.
The toilet flushed, but he didn’t hear Jules leave. The low timbre of their father’s voice buzzed in the hall for a second; he didn’t catch Jules’ response. Remus swung his legs over the side of the bed with a huff and stood despite the creaking protests of his knees.
The blue light looked eerie in the cover of real night. He propped Jules’ door open again as he passed. A little ventilation couldn’t hurt. He paused in the doorway of the bathroom and crouched down, lowering himself to the cool linoleum with a soft groan. “Sup?”
“M not gonna throw up again.”
“Okay.” Remus flexed his ankles against the cabinets and tilted his head back. The soft towels buffered him from the wallpaper. Next to him, Jules’ forehead was stubbornly pressed into the crease of his elbow where he rested it on the toilet seat. “Still sick?”
A wordless mumble answered him.
“I’m gonna make chicken and dumplings tomorrow.”
Jules weakly raised his head. “Really?”
“Yup. Protein, veggies, sodium, starch. All that good stuff.”
Quiet fell over them for a long moment. “What are you talking about?”
“What, you don’t want a science lesson?”
“Nerd—”
He knew it was going to happen before Jules’ first jerk forward and caught his side when he wobbled, giving gentle pressure until he was upright. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “It’s okay, I got you.”
“Ugh.”
“I know. You’re doing great, J.” It was over as fast as it started. Jules trembled lightly under his touch, sweaty again, all too warm again. His knuckles stood out in harsh midnight shadows where he gripped the porcelain, thin arms shivering.
Jules sniffled. “I wanna go to bed.”
“I bet.”
“I’m tired.”
“Can you stand up?” It took Jules a moment to even start moving; when he did, it was sluggish and unsteady. Remus hovered his hands close and resisted the urge to scoop him right up. Jules wouldn’t like that. He hated being babied. It was still fucking hard to watch him pull himself to his feet.
A rinse-and-spit and a cool washcloth on the back of his neck made Jules sigh. He leaned right into Remus’ hip, head at the base of his ribs, and staggered along on foal legs while Remus guided him back to bed with a lump in the base of his throat. There was no fuss about being tucked in—he simply sighed again, so content it hurt. Remus smoothed out the hem of the comforter by his neck just one more time, once more, just so he could be sure.
--
Their parents were out by the time Remus woke. He distantly recalled the sound of them leaving, but the plane left him groggy enough not to notice or care. Jules was still snoring loud enough for him to hear it through their shared wall.
Breakfast, then. Something light. Oatmeal or eggs, if he could keep it down. Broth, if not. Remus would have to check the fridge for Gatorade and lemons.
It was strange to be functionally alone in the house. The carpet felt too soft, the curtains too still. A bright pink sticky note was stuck to the table with his name written in big letters at the top. He’d check it later.
Message To: SB <3
Morning :)
Fever’s still going, nasty cough, the works. I’ll keep an eye on him today.
Miss you
He clicked his phone off and set it aside—hopefully, Sirius wouldn’t be awake for some time yet. They didn’t have practice for two more hours in his time zone. He liked to sleep in on days like that. Remus, on the other hand, had work to do.
Quick eggs and bacon for himself took fifteen minutes. He parked himself at his usual seat without really thinking about it, pulling a dish towel and a fork from their drawers with an absent mind. He hadn’t dared to check his email yet and seriously contemplated leaving it alone until he was back in Gryffindor. Time off was time off. Professional hockey wasn’t big on ‘work from home’.
Jules shuffled in half past ten and made a beeline for the couch.
“Good morning.”
A grunt answered.
“Sleep well?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Want oatmeal?”
Jules’ mumble seemed vaguely affirmative. Remus set the kettle on and dug a pot out of the cupboard, then turned to rummage in the pantry. This was setting up to be a silent morning.
Measuring for a sick preteen was almost as strange as picturing his childhood bedroom as a normal size. Remus had only cooked for himself for years, then himself and Sirius, with the occasional potluck dish for a team dinner or holiday party. A single cup of anything was a novelty. “Want sugar?” he checked once the oats and milk were simmering. Jules snuffled in response, dragging one of the knit blankets further over his head. “Lemme check your temperature and then you can tell me, yeah?”
“Mmkay.”
A quick search of the medicine cabinet revealed no thermometer, and the same went for the hall closet. Remus spent a good five minutes riffling through the bathroom drawers and Jules’ desk before he found it propped against the base of his dolphin lamp. It had been left uncapped; gross. He made sure to give it a thorough wash before moving back into the living room.
“Blanket down.”
“No.”
“I can’t see your mouth. C’mon, just for a second.”
“Cold. Bright.”
“Twenty seconds, J. I promise. You can count.”
The blanket lump shifted. “Twenty?”
“Fifteen. Then I’ll bring your oatmeal over and leave you alone.”
A handful of shallow breaths filled the silence before Jules’ forehead poked out, then his glazed eyes, and finally the lower half of his face. Remus grimaced. His nose was red and chapped from tissues, and a faint crack split the side of his lower lip. “Have you been drinking your water?”
“Fifteen seconds,” Jules slurred.
Remus knew he wasn’t getting a better number than yesterday. Not with this vague lucidity, and not when Jules was hardly able to hold a fragment of a conversation. All the same, it made his gut sink when the thermometer beeped.
“Whuzzat?”
“102.5.”
“ ‘S worse?”
“Yep.”
A resigned nod told him Jules expected as much. The blanket swallowed him up again. Remus pulled it down over his feet before heading back to the kitchen.
Three hours passed with all the rush of a snail on codeine. Jules rallied to choke down his oatmeal before going down for a noon nap, let Remus rouse him to gulp down about a gallon of water, and overall remained sedentary while Remus channel-surfed for anything even slightly interesting on daytime TV. They settled on NCIS from one to 2:30, NCIS: Miami from 2:30 to four (with a brief break for sandwiches, or toast, in Jules’ case), and rounded it out with NCIS: LA while Remus tossed some rotisserie chicken and chopped vegetables in a simmering pot of broth.
“Re?”
“Yeah, bud?” Bisquick puffed over the side of the mixing bowl in a soft cloud.
“My stomach hurts.” Jules’ voice wavered. “And my mouth feels weird.”
Fuck. “Bathroom, hustle.”
The glimpse he caught of Jules before he vanished down the hall confirmed it: pallid skin, dilated pupils, sweat gleaming on the back of his neck. Remus rinsed his hands in the sink and dug the box of Pepto Bismol tablets out of his bag, and sent a silent thanks to whatever small mercy it was that left him without a reactive gag reflex.
He spent twenty minutes sitting sideways with water seeping into his pants from the bathmat. “I’m gonna throw up until I die,” Jules whined, pressing his forehead to Remus’ palm.
“You’re not gonna die. Definitely not while I’m here.” He slid his hand around to press against the nape of Jules’ neck and gave a light squeeze. “You’re almost done. Work it out, buddy.”
“Gonna miss the game?”
Despite the sweat, despite the illness, despite it all—Remus smiled. Of course Jules would be thinking about that when he looked like death warmed over. He wouldn’t be a Lupin with anything else on his mind. “We’ve still got half an hour.”
Jules gave a faint push back into his hand. His lower lip wobbled. “I don’t want to miss it.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it.”
“I don’t—” His voice cracked, but it wasn’t even slightly funny. He took a shuddering inhale and sniffled again, harsher. “I don’t want to be sick anymore, I don’t, I’m so done, I don’t like it.”
“Jules…” The redness had flooded his cheeks and ears, inching down his neck with each horribly choked breath. Jules’ eyes were bright, but not like usual. He blinked and a drip tracked down his nose. His exhale wasn’t much of an exhale at all—it wracked him, made him sway. “Oh,” Remus murmured. “Oh, hey, c’mere.”
The edge of thirteen had left Jules gangly, all bones and joints. He still fit just right in the hollow of Remus’ chest and arms. A shivering, overheated mess, but a mess that fit all the same. Fuck it, Remus thought as he tightened his arms around Jules and let him fall apart in the safe dark. He didn’t care if he got sick. This was the most vital emergency he could possibly think of. If the administration had a problem with that, he’d happily turn his gear in before leaving Jules to burn through this alone.
“I’m tired,” Jules whispered through shuddering breaths. “My head hurts ‘n my stomach hurts ‘n everything else, too.”
“I know, bud, you’re being so brave.”
A damp, wounded noise made Remus wince.
“But hey, you haven’t thrown up in, like, five minutes.”
Jules felt around blindly for a tissue and blew his nose several times before answering. “I guess.”
“You ready to get up? Have some dinner and watch the game?”
“Dizzy.”
“Okay.” He pressed the wrinkles out of Jules’ shirt with his palm and felt him go limp. “I brought some super special secret hockey medicine, if that’ll help.”
“…is it Gatorade?”
“No, but we have that, too.” He rattled the box next to Jules’ ear. “Pepto Bismol. My secret weapon.”
“Nuh-uh. That’s the pink sh—stuff.”
“Nice save,” Remus said dryly. “This is the same. It’s easier to keep down, though. And it works faster.”
“Makes my stomach stop hurting?”
“It might help.”
He waited a beat, then two. A clammy palm extended from the tangle of limbs near his middle. He dropped two of the chalky tabs into it and loosened his hold by a degree, enough for Jules to pop them both in his mouth and frown immediately. “Yuck. It’s crunchy.”
“Keep chewing.”
“Why is it coming apart like that?”
“Keep chewing,” Remus repeated through a light laugh. “Doesn’t work if you talk the whole way through.”
Jules tucked his legs closer to himself, pushing him further into Remus’ lap. As horrible as the past twenty minutes had been, he seemed better for it. The fevered sheen to his face wasn’t quite as nuclear. His breathing sounded more even and controlled.
“You finished?”
“Mhmm.”
Jules might have looked better, but Remus didn’t have the energy to fight the coddling urge this time. He slid his free arm across the back of Jules’ knees and hefted him up like a cat gone boneless, and received no protest whatsoever. Instead, Jules curled into him with a long, relieved sigh. Remus’ heart may have shattered a little.
The pregame show was just wrapping up when he set Jules gingerly on the couch and pulled the blanket around him. Half of his waterbottle was gone in a few desperate swallows; Jules wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and all but collapsed onto the throw pillows, a heap of exhaustion. The belltower by the middle school tolled six. His sandy hair was damp at the root when Remus passed a hand through it. They’d fix that eventually. Fluids first (hockey first), then everything else.
New Message From: SB <3
Heading to the rink. Miss you love you : )
Remus smiled down at his phone as he set Jules’ bowl on the coffee table and folded himself into the armchair.
“Tell Sirius I say hi.”
“He’s literally right there,” Remus laughed, gesturing at the TV. “He’s not gonna see it for ages.”
“Still.” Jules poked around with his spoon for a few seconds before attempting a small sip of broth. An approving nod followed. “It’s good.”
“Glad it meets your standards. Eat. Protein, veggies, sodium, starch.”
Jules’ eye roll was weak, but very much present. “I know, I know.”
“You gotta know that stuff.”
“I’m not gonna be a doctor.”
“Yeah, but you’re still gonna be a person.” Remus cut a dumpling in half with the side of his spoon. “If you don’t know how to feed yourself by the time you move out, I’m totally making fun of you.”
“Whatever.”
They both booed when the Habs skated out, and cheered when the Lions appeared soon after. Jules couldn’t muster much more than a rough whisper, but the soup and a bottle of Gatorade seemed to help. Remus made him get up and stretch during the first period intermission (to immense complaints, but eventual acquiescence) before letting him rest while he washed up in the kitchen.
New Message From: SB <3
First period up.
How’s J?
New Message To: SB <3
Haha yeah we’re watching
Temp’s high, still pretty sick. Getting better tho
Made soup
The response was almost immediate. Remus’ heart skipped at the thought of Sirius glued to his phone even after a rough period, just to chat with him.
New Message From: SB <3
Oooo jealous
New Message To: SB <3
Yeah you should be
It’s a real rager up here
Miss you. Go get ‘em.
A simple heart and hockey stick emoji followed. The grey bubble cycled for a moment before disappearing. That would be the midgame meeting. Remus was glad to be home—wouldn’t trade this—but he had to admit the hockey ache was still there. Even easy choices had consequences.
By the time he looked back, Jules was asleep. Remus checked his forehead as delicately as he could and was pleased to find it slightly cooler than that morning, if altogether too warm. The pattern of creaky floorboards laid a map in his bones as he moved through the house: first to open Jules’ window, then to let his blankets air out, and while he was at it, he may as well wash the sheets. The nightstand and bookshelf needed to be wiped down. It wasn’t hard to get that done while the washer rumbled on the other side of the hall. In the meantime, the soup had cooled enough to pack up in Tupperware to stack in the fridge for later. Who knew if Jules would suddenly get his appetite back? The kid was a bear when he was hungry.
He lingered for the end of the second period and swapped the sheets into the dryer at the start of the third with a cookie and a cup of Emergen-C for himself. He damn well better not catch whatever germs Jules had percolated from the hellscape of middle school. Sirius had called him ‘stubbornly healthy’ on too many occasions for it to be disproven. Besides, the administration might actually fire him if he came back from an emergency and was immediately out for three more games.
“Re?”
The sound of a quiet voice took Remus’ off-guard in the last few minutes of the third period. “What’s up?”
Jules shifted around until he could prop his chin on the throw pillow and blink blearily at Remus. “Did we win?”
“Game’s still going. 4-3, Lions.”
“How much time?”
“Just under five.”
Jules attempted a whistle, though it came out as more of a shaky breath. “Almost there.”
“Dad texted. They’ll be home in a few, traffic was rough.”
“Oh, okay.” A small smile lit his face. He burrowed back under the blanket. “That’s good.”
“They’ve been asking about you all day.”
“Did’ja tell them I was fine?”
“Something like that.” Sort of. Maybe. He had been gentle about it, at least. Gory details would only make them panic.
He made sure to poke Jules awake for the last minute of the game before shepherding him down the hall to brush his teeth and shower. It was only 8:30, but Remus felt weary all the way to his core. He made Jules’ bed while the water ran and tried to tuck the sheets in along the wall a little deeper this time, just in case one tried to end up on the floor again. If he had the time, he may as well do it right, pinched fingers notwithstanding.
It was all worth it when Jules trudged back into his bedroom and threw himself into bed, only to gasp aloud. “Aw, man, this is great.”
“You’re welcome,” Remus laughed.
“Oh, wow.” The bumps of Jules’ feet kicked happily under layers of fabric and down. “It’s all warm, and cozy…”
“Get some sleep,” he reminded him, and turned out the big light. “If you need anything, I’m right next door.”
He made it halfway across Jules’ carpet.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“You—” The faint outline of Jules’ head was backlit by his lamp. Remus could see the shadows of his hands fidgeting with the top blanket. “Will you…can you tell me about the soup stuff? The proteins and all that.”
Remus hesitated. “For real?”
“Yeah,” Jules said with a surprisingly enthusiastic nod. “It sounds cool.”
“I mean—yeah, sure. Uh…” Jules’ desk chair looked wildly uncomfortable for this time of night, so edge of the bed it was, he supposed. The sheets provided a nice cushion when he sat. “Okay, have you ever heard of macromolecules?”
“That’s a made-up word.”
“It’s what you’re made up of, actually. How about DNA? You know that one?”
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Lyall opened the front door with a muttered curse for the bitter wind and the worse traffic. It was brutally unfair that the one day he tried to come home early, everything went to hell and kept him an age and a half longer. What kind of karma came after a father trying to get home to his sick kid?
“It’s awfully quiet,” Hope remarked behind him. The door opened at last; warm air rushed over them. “Boys? Are you up?”
The NHL postgame show was playing at a low volume, next to a plate with crumbs on it and a mug so old the pattern had washed off it. One of Hope’s blankets from her knitting phase was haphazardly piled on the couch. The evidence of both of them there, present and accounted for and safe, plucked at his heartstrings. “Why do I feel like this is exactly where they sat for the entire day?”
She shook her head. “Good for them. I’m jealous. Remus? Julian? Are you home?”
Remus’ bedroom door was closed. The bathroom fan was still on, and steam clung to the corners of the mirror next to a still-damp towel. It couldn’t have been long since they went to bed, then. Lyall pushed Julian’s bedroom door open wider and covered his mouth with his palm.
They had nearly rendered each other invisible, save for Remus’ legs stretched over the side of the bed and Julian’s arm resting atop his pile of blankets. Julian’s congested snoring drowned out the heavy, even rhythm of Remus’ breathing. As far as he could tell, only one of them had actually been prepared for bed.
“Oh my goodness,” Hope whispered at his shoulder. Her grin was radiant, even half-covered by her palm. “I don’t want to move them.”
“Re’s going to wake up with one hell of a side cramp if we let him sleep like that.”
“You do it, then.”
“…no.”
Hope scoffed fondly and tossed her hands in the air, then kissed him on the jaw as she stepped deeper into the bedroom. The whole place felt lighter, Lyall noticed. Julian had been holed up in here for two days, refusing to come out for anything but necessities. Whatever Remus had done, it worked wonders.
“Remus,” Hope singsonged in her quietest voice. She shook his shoulder, soft enough that for a moment, Lyall forgot Remus wasn’t a toddler anymore. “Baby, you need to wake up. It’s bedtime.”
“ ‘M asleep,” Remus mumbled without opening his eyes. “In my bed.”
“This isn’t your bed, lovey,” she laughed. “Come on, up you go.”
“Goin’ to sleep, promise.” His eyelashes fluttered, nose crinkling. “Talking ‘bout—‘bout proteins. Jules wanted to know.”
At the head of the bed, Julian didn’t show so much as a hint of waking. Lyall stepped forward and braced his hands under Remus’ arms, then hoisted him into a sitting position as gently as he could manage with the unexpected weight of an athlete to counterbalance him.
Remus jolted, startling into consciousness. “Woah—”
“Shh, shh.” Lyall helped him stand on clumsy legs and guided him to the door with a last playful glance at Hope. “I’ve got you, buddy.”
“Fell asleep.” Remus blinked hard. “Jules’ bed. Wanted me to stay. Time is it?”
“Almost nine.”
“Oh, god, ‘s early.” A yawn overtook him, spilling more of his weight into Lyall. He didn’t seem to know where his own feet were, but he went easily into the room next door.
“Alright,” Lyall huffed as he helped Remus stumble toward the bed and splay over the mattress. That old thing was definitely too small for him these days. Funny, how times changed so rapidly. That same bed used to make Remus look like nothing more than a pile of sheets. “Brush your teeth?”
A drawn-out snore answered him.
Lyall smiled to himself in the darkness and ruffled the back of Remus’ hair. “Night, Re.”
A single socked foot twitched in response. That was good enough for him.
(Jules’ fever broke the next morning. By the end of the day, he was well enough to go with them to the airport and give Remus the fiercest goodbye hug either of them had experienced, with a pinky-promise that the Lions would win the next game he played.)
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bang chan nsfw alphabet
felt like i wanted to do smth like this bc i’m stressed and sad abt life and i think writing helps me not think abt the bad things in life <3 lmk if you want this w other members, bad things are constantly happening so i’ll have enough inspiration lmaoo <3333
don’t think i’m gonna add a warning but obvi mdni!! thank u <3
a - aftercare
chan is such a softie, i am too just for him. no matter how rough he gets, he’ll make sure you’re properly cleaned up, hydrated, and calm before letting you go to sleep. this guy is the sweetest person ever, his aftercare will be reflective of that.
b - body part (their face body part of theirs & their partners)
his favorite body part of his is probably his arms or abs. he works hard on them, he’s proud of them. his fave body part on his partner would probably be…everything. idk man, i think he wouldn’t be able to choose just one part he likes about you. if anything, he’d probably say your eyes. or your ass.
c - cum (anything to do with cum)
i’m glad that everyone here makes things abt chan having a breeding kink bc that is it! i feel as if he doesn’t really care much about cum. his own, specifically. he’ll cum anywhere. and he won’t mind if he’s just cum inside you or in your mouth. he’ll still eat you out / kiss you.
d - dirty secrets
i feel like his biggest dirty “secret” is his breeding kink. he knows that it’s smth not a lot of people enjoy. i think his biggest “secret” though is that he has a special little photo album of pictures of you that he jerks off to. he’s also a big pillow guy iykyk
e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
i saw someone say that he isn’t necessarily experienced but i think he has a good amount of experience. not tooooo much, but he has enough experience to know what he’s doing. he’s a quick learner as well, so he’ll experiment doing something once and get the hang of it. he fs knows what he’s doing.
f - favorite position
missionary. he loves doing other positions as well, but he’ll always somehow come back to missionary. he loves just looking at you, especially when he’s fucking you just how he likes. he also does like it when you’re on top, especially in the studio.
g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous)
chan has his moments. since sex is such an intimate experience, and considering how rough he can get, it’ll mostly be a bit more serious, but there are times where it’s a little more giggly.
h - hair (how well groomed are they?)
fuck it if i knew, he doesn’t really care about hair ig.
i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect)
this man has had casual one night stands and i stand by that! but, he does like it to be a little more romantic. he’d prefer to have an actual connection w someone but a man’s got needs.
j - jack off
busy busy people have to rely on themselves sometimes. he does it a moderate amount, especially when you’re not around.
k - kink (one or more of their kinks) ((all giving))
we’ve got the breeding kink down. feel like he’s into choking, perhaps sadism (very very slightly). feel like he’s into a bit of humiliation. he’s got a vvv dirty mouth. idk, these are the first ones to come to mind.
l - location (favorite places to do the deed)
in your apartment. he likes to take his time w u most times, so he’ll want to do it somewhere more private, where he can’t actually take his time.
m - motivation (what turns them on and gets them going?)
anything you do turns him on. i saw a post once about how chan loves manicures and painted nails and i think that’s smth that needs to be talked about more. he sees you got a manicure and immediately, no matter how ashamed he is of that though, thinks abt how your manicured hands would look around his cock. he also loves seeing you in crop tops. honestly, he gets turned on by the littlest things you do. you can look at him and he’ll want to fuck you into next week.
n - NO (something they wouldn’t do, ever)
don’t think he’s that into piss stuff. idk the name for it but we know what i mean. tbh, besides that, i don’t think there’s not much he wouldn’t be willing to try at least once. he’ll try it once, decide it’s not for him, and move on.
o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)
prefers giving. he just love seeing what his mouth can do for you. he loves receiving, he loves seeing you on your knees for him, having him just the way you can. but there’s smth abt having you lay there while he’s pleasuring you. seeing your face, seeing the way you squirm, the way you chant his name over and over again. saw somebody once say he’s a pleasure dom and i will die on that hill as well.
p - pace (are they fast or rough? slow and sensual?)
he can be both. he has those days where he will be rougher, will make you call him daddy, will edge you for hours. but he also has days where he just wants to show you that he loves you. he’ll be much more gentle, constantly kissing your face, holding you, and telling you he loves you whenever he catches his breath.
q - quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often)
busy busy people have to rely on quickies sometimes. he’s always so consumed with work and the way they’ve been working, it doesn’t allow him to spend as much time with you as he would like. i don’t think he’s that into public sex, etc but he will drag you into the nearest closet or bathroom and take out his frustrations that way.
r - risks (will they experiment? do they take risks?)
definitely experiments. definitely takes risks. it def takes a couple of times to get him to fully take risks but once he gets there, he will make you dizzy w all the suggestions he has.
s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he’s learned to control himself so he can cum with you, after he edged you for hours. he can last a long long time. it depends on his mood, when it comes to how many rounds he can go. some days, he’s down for one, two rounds. some days, he can go for what seems like hours and hours and hours.
t - toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
don’t think he has any toys he uses himself. but if you have toys, he’ll be more than happy to use them on you. won’t do a lot with them but will definitely bring them out once in a while.
u - unfair (how much they like to tease)
i live and breathe the bang chan being a tease agenda. he teases on his lives, who’s to say it doesn’t bleed into his actual life? he teases a LOTTT. sometimes it’ll be for what feels like hours, bc it probably has been. he loves edging you and will continue his teasing until he feels like you’ve had enough. or when he’s had enough and he needs to find his own release.
v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
i don’t think he’ll be the loudest person but you’ll definitely hear him groan and moan a handful of times in one night. usually just heavy breathes. he knows it drives you insane when he groans right in your ear so, position permitting, he will definitely lean down to let out the loudest grown right by your ear.
w - wild card
jealousy sex with chan. i will not explain any further.
no but he isn’t the type to get jealous but the days that he does see somebody get a bit too close to you or whatever else, he will fs show you exactly how he feels during the night.
he’ll make sure you wear that pretty little butt plug while he viciously pounding into you. he’ll be saying all sorts of things under his breath before he flips you over. will take one look at you like that, spreading you apart and looking at what is his. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth.
“you really are my cockslut, aren’t you? letting me use all your holes, knowing you love every bit of it”
x - xtra piece of imagination
dirty talk with him gets a hell of a lot dirtier when he’s about to cum. will be saying all sorts of things.
“want me to fuck you full, yeah? gonna take every single bit of me. fuck, look at this baby. look at how you’re taking me in.”
y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
he’s in his mid 20’s so it’s calmed down a lot but it’s hard to be around you, see you looking like that, and not want to do something with you.
z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep after)
my insomnia twin 🙌🏼 jk but i think he’d fall asleep after you fall asleep. he makes sure you’re comfortable before he even thinks about sleep. in the meantime though, he is rubbing your back and making sure you’re at ease, hydrated, and just feel good.
edit : x is originally x ray but i didn’t feel comfortable with saying how “big” he is and all that. ik my blog is all about talking abt how much of a whore i am for bang chan but i personally have a limit and i think it’s talking about how big he is. i’ve written stuff about him fucking you into next week but i really do draw the line at like “oh how big is he” or “how many veins”. i’ll talk about him being “big” when it comes to a lil drabble but other than that, nope. idk if this boundary is reasonable or not but i just can’t see myself writing about it. sorry if this disappointed you :,(
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Can U write some angst to fluff with Vance x a reader who is having a hard time at home and feels really alone?
don't leave me alone, please?
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requests are open !!
summery: your dad has been particularly on your ass lately, and you’re just so tired. but lucky for you, vance has just the remedy you need; him. :]
vance hopper x gn!reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: child abuse from reader’s father towards reader, his ugly ass also shit-talking vance >:(,
a/n: ik halloween wasn’t available at home around this time, but i don’t really know what else to use, lol
your parents were always so pushy, always wanting you to do better when you were already doing everything in your power to do the best you could. when you had gotten home from hanging out with finney and gwen, your dad went straight to yelling about your latest test score.
“your teacher called us,” you froze as he spoke, already dreading what was gonna happen next, “she said you got a c.”
you saw the liquor in his hand before anything else, and sighed, before replying, “i know, papa, i’m sorry. she said i could retake it after school next week.”
the sound of his fist slamming on the countertop made you jump, “that’s not fucking good enough! you should be getting a’s in the first place!”
you stood completely still, visibly tense, “i know, papa, i’m sorry, i really am. i didn’t mean for it to happen!” you cried, tears building in your eyes for what was about to come.
“then why did it? was it because of the delinquent you’ve been spending time with?” he questioned. you knew he was referring to vance, because of course he was; everyone knew who vance was, or at least they thought they did.
for some reason, when he had mentioned vance, every ounce of your body jumped to defend the boy you had grown to love, “vance? what does he have to do with any of this?”
“that boy has everything to do with this! he’s obviously been distracting you from your studies!” he stood up, stepping closer to you, making you go rigid again, “maybe i should forbid you from seeing him? huh, how would you like that?” he stood over you, seemingly trying to intimidate you just to make you all the more scared while threatening you.
“no! please, papa, don’t make me stop seeing him! i promise it won’t happen again, i’ll do better!” you begged.
he smirked slightly, before grabbing your face by your cheeks and squeezing. he pulled you forward slightly to bring you closer to his face, “one chance. you get one chance; you fuck up again, no more vance. got it?”
you could feel the tears brimming in your eyes but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry in front of him, “of course, papa. i understand.”
he pushed your face away before speaking, “good. go to your room.”
you rushed out of the kitchen, immediately running down the hall to your room when you were clear from your father’s line of sight. as soon as you got to your room, you went straight for the wired phone on your bedside table before dialing vance’s number.
he answered after 3 rings, most likely left at home by himself with his mom at work and his dad out with his drinking buddies.
“hello?” the sound of his voice immediately made the tears come back, streaming down your face in a matter of seconds.
“vance?” you choked out in between sobs.
“y/n? is that you? are you crying?” you could hear the anger in his voice and smiled lightly at the prospect of him being so protective over you.
“it’s me. can- can i come over, vance?” you could hear him suck in a breath before steadily releasing it, “was - god - was it your dad again?”
you choked out a sob, before replying as best as you could with a small, “yes,”
“of course, you can come over, ill be there in 15 to pick you up.” even though he couldn’t see it, you smiled, “thank you, vance, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
“what else is new?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, and smiled fondly to yourself, “i’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” you gave a small reply of, “alright,” before you both hung up. you packed a bag as fast as you could with all the essentials you needed first, then clothes after. when you finished, you sat and waited.
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both you and vance left as soon as he got there. you knew your father would have passed out from drinking and would think you left for school when he woke up in the morning.
you walked in silence for the most part; vance understood you didn’t like to talk about the things your parents said or did until you were completely comfortable.
it took a little longer for the both of you to get to his house than it did for him to get to yours; you knew he had practically ran here. when you did get to his house, there was no cars in the driveway - his parents were gone.
“i was sleeping when they left, i woke up not too long before you called,” he looked at you as he talked, smiling softly when he realized your crying had stopped, “do you wanna watch a movie or something until you’re ready to talk about it?”
you almost started crying again when he spoke, he was always so patient with you when it came to your parents. you never understood how he could be so aggressive to others all the time, but so gentle and patient with you. it was one of the things you loved about the boy.
“i honestly don’t have much to say; it’s the same old stupid shit,” you sucked in a breath, already getting angry as you thought about what had happened with your father, “i got a ‘c.’ a fucking ‘c,’ vance. i’m just so tired of the way they treat me, one little fuck up, and suddenly it’s like i’ve spit in their stupid fucking faces.”
he frowned as you talked. sure, his dad wasn’t any better - he was an abusive drunk too, but not in the way your dad was - but it was so stupid how he treated you; who the fuck was that crazy towards their own kid over a c? he told himself he’d always be there for you, and he was. “i know, and i’m sorry. i hate that you have to deal with that fucking bullshit,’
you both stood at the door as he took out his house key and unlocked the door before opening it and holding it open for you.
“it’s whatever. i’m used to it,” you thought for a second as you walked towards the couch in the living room and sat down, before adding, “but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss me off. i fucking hate him. and my mom, honestly. she doesn’t do shit about it when she knows she could. she just doesn’t care.”
you sighed as he sat next to you, the couch dipping underneath his weight, and said, “y’know what, fuck 'em. i’m done talking about it; i’m not giving them anymore of my time today.”
you turned and looked at him, smiling softly as he looked back at you with a look of fondness, “let’s watch a movie.”
he shook his head, and laughed, “what movie are you thinking?” he asked, as he stood up and went to his movie shelf.
“any, honestly. i just really wanna hold you while watching a movie,” you could see his ears and cheeks turning red underneath his curls and giggled.
he scoffed, but didn’t reply, and grabbed the first movie he saw, halloween. he smirked as he inserted it into the vhs slot, and pressed play.
you saw the cover, and laughed, “halloween? really?” he turned around, looking at you and smirked, “get up and come help me with carrying the blankets.” you grinned, your mind already drifting away from what had happened earlier.
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“holy shit!” you yelped, as a jumpscare of michael appearing on the screen made you jump farther into vance’s arms. he laughed lightly, tightening his arms around you, “you doin okay there?”
you lightly smacked his arm in offense while jokingly scooting away from him, and turned to look at him, "what? you knew i was gonna get scared."
aa shit-eating grin appeared on the boys face, and he nodded as he spoke, "yeah, i did," he grabbed your wrist and tugged you forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, "but that just means i can protect you."
you smiled, and leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips, before pulling back, - and seeing his face erupt in a wonderful shade of red - settling back where you were and cuddling into his arms. you think you'll love this boy forever.
- a/n: honestly, this wasn't the best, and ill prob make a pt 2 w more comfort stuff or something,,
#vance hopper#vance#the black phone#vance hopper x reader#vance x gn!reader#vance x reader#tbp#tbp x reader#the black phone 2022#the black phone x reader#bonezisded
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Enhypen confessing to you !!
pairings: idol!enhypen x reader ; pronouns: she/her ; genre: fluff ; w/c: 1,7k ; warnings: cute fluff, annoying (lovingly) niki, a whole lot of embarrassing moments, not really writing formal korean words like “hyung”, swearing
a/n: first time posting kinda nervous- also can I be your bf >>>> can you be my gf
Heeseung:
hee thought he was ready, but oh boy was he wrong. after liking you for like about A WHOLE LOT OF MONTHS he was determined to confess to you today. he asked you to meet him and the other enhypen’s boys (he was there by himself) at this beautiful park. you walked in where you were supposed to meet them, only to find heeseung alone with a single rose standing in front of you. he was so mesmerized, and anxious that, even when you stood in front of him and waved your hand after not receiving any response, he still wasn’t answering. you turn around, trying to find where the other boys could be, only for hee to think you were running away from him. he grabs you, and while stumbling with his words he says:
“u-uh I know this is like weird but could I be your girlfriend? I mean can you be my boyfriend? I mean can you b-” you cut him off by laughing, grab the rose that was now placed in front of your face and answered: “sure, how does your song say? oh, I’ll be your boyfriend”
keep reading down below !!
Jay:
jay is probably the only actually not afraid to confess person out of all the enha boys. he had a whole idea ready for next week, all he needed was some flowers, some soup, some led lights, and a tiger. you met jay one week before his confession plan to just chill during his and yours free day at his dorm. “jay, in a scale from one to ten how much do you love me?” said niki. “bold of you to assume the answer is bigger than zero, why?” “soooo you won’t make me something to eat right?” niki said while pulling back and forth jay’s shirt. jay looked down moved his head no and stood up. “no, but if I theoretically made you something to eat what would you want?” “a sandwich” jay nodded walking to the kitchen, you followed after him. there was something about watching jay do ordinary things that just filled you with adoration. and jay, when turning around with the sandwich on a plate, saw your eyes, he just knew he had to be yours.
“go out with me” “what?” you replied. “go out with e I’ll treat you well” you smiled big. “sur-” “WHERE’S MY SANDWICH?!”
Jake:
jake, like jay, didn’t plan to confess to you when he did. well he didn’t think of confessing to you at all. he really denied his feelings up until the last moment, istg. you were out walking with him and layla, just a cool cute sunny day. you were waiting on the line of an ice cream stand when layla saw something that she just *had* to go check. you both agreed for you to wait on the line while jake, and the cute dog went to check it out. after around 5 minutes the two dogs- I mean jake and layla were coming back just to find you awkwardly talking with another guy. “so yeah, I was just wondering since you are so cute why don’t we go on a date?” before you could even answer, jake was already next to you grabbing his ice cream.
“babe, thanks for waiting!!” he said with a big smile placing his free hand around your waist making you blush. the other guy immediately left. “bro, don’t you hate when it takes another guy for a guy to leave someone, like bitch I rejected you twice, like we live in a society-” you look back at jake “don’t you agree?” “babe…” he whispers. “did you say something?” “it just- it feels so nice to call you babe” “oh oka-” “fuck it, let’s make it official, can I call you babe while being your boyfriend?”
Sunghoon:
it’s easy to say that you and sunghoon aren’t on the best terms as of right now. after heeseung mentioned to hoon how you liked him. sunghoon has been ignoring you. however now both of you have to cooperate for this new collab stage. with you awkwardly not knowing what to say, and hoon trying his best to erase all contact with you, enhypen and your group are having a hard time dealing with the both of you.
“heeseung, could you please tell sunghoon that he is raising the opposite arm that he should be raising?” you said. “uh-” “heeseung, could you please tell yn that I’m not raising the wrong arm, and that she’s just being annoying?” sunghoon replied. “uh-” heeseung started talking once again but he was cut. “heeseung, could you please tell sunghoon that I’m not the one being annoying but he is bcs he’s been ignoring e for no reason” “uh-” “heeseung, could you please tell yn that I’m not doing it for any reason, and that if she was me she would do the same?” you turned towards him and started walking. “oh so now there’s a really amazing reason why that I wouldn’t understand.” “yes!” “then why wouldn’t you tell me, you’ve been ignoring me for no reason, you’ve been mean to me, you literally told jay to tell me to not talk to you for the rest of my life, and now there’s apparently a good reason?” “yes!” “then what it is park sunghoon because I swear to god I’m going cra-” “it’s because I love you!”
…
silence was spread to the whole roo and let’s just say you, and hoon had a lot of things to talk about
Sunoo:
sunoo my love, the only one whose plan went according to plan and actually worked </3 he had a simple plan: meet you at a restaurant, come back to the dorm to watch a movie, confess after the movie.
after a cute restaurant, totally not date, you and sunoo arrived at the dorms. seeing that not everyone was in position, aka everywhere but the living room, he sweetly told you to wait on the sofa and set the movie he picked. after making sure you sat down still with a smile on his face, he stopped smiling and started glaring at everyone, going to any and every member that crossed his path and urging them to move up to their rooms. everytime you looked at him, he would smile at you.
“why aren’t you in position, this has to be perfect” mumbled sunoo towards jungwon. “I trusted you the most” he glared while moving the leader towards his room. he briefly looked back at you and, seeing that you were looking at him, he smiled big: “I’m coming give me a sec” he looked back at jungwon and his smile was gone “get out of that room in less than two hours and you’re dead” after making sure all the members were out of their sight. he went back to the living room and watched the movie with you, slowly getting closer and closer. When the credits rolled he looked over at you praying you weren’t sleeping. luckily for him, you weren’t. “that was good, I had fun today thank you” you smiled at him. “look, yn, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. you’ve been such a good friend, and, I guess I couldn’t hold it anymore but like. I just. I. I like you. will you go out with me?”
Jungwon:
poor boy wrote a whole ass speech and everything. that’s actually how you found out. jungwon spent like a whole two weeks memorizing these three pages long script to confess to you. and today was the day. you were chilling on his room both working on different things. “hey won, I need to sharpen this pencil you got a trash can?” “sure it’s here, oh shit it’s full, you can go to the kitchen’s one” “sure sure” you walked towards the kitchen when sunghoon suddenly stopped you with a smirk. “hey yn” “yep?” “have you read this?” he showed you a stack of three din a4 papers written both sides with tiny font with your name on it. you shook your head. “well I think you should” hoon gave you the papers. you started reading: “dear, yn. it’s like when I was a child, when the little flowers would bloom in a million colours, and leave their temporal mark on earth. [...] even when I have to practice daily, even when I can’t meet you often, even when I remember that you freaked out when I asked if we could be friends with me being an idol, you were always there, so yeah, I quite literally wrote 3 thousand words and a speech that lasts over 20 minutes.” you started hearing jungwon’s voice “but in the end all I wanted to ask you is if I could be your boyfriend” you turned around to see jungwon staring at you. “you were taking a long while so I came to see what’s up, so what do you say?”
Niki:
for niki it was all or nothing. after like 10 failed attempts that include: asking you out at the arcade, asking you out with flowers, asking you out with a ring pop, and even asking you out with a letter. he was TIRED of you thinking it was a friendly joke proposal. so after another failed attempt after HE let you win in mario kart, he stood up in front of you, and with an annoyed face he said: “look, I thought jake was obvious, but YOU?! girl, I swear to god if you think one more time that my attempts to confess you to are a joke, I ain’t talking to you anymore” “what?” you replied. “I like you, I don’t know how many more times I have to say this, I, like, you. and I want you, and I, to be more than friends” after hearing that you started laughing. he was about to hit you with a pillow when you started speaking “I know, I literally accepted your first confession, don’t you remember? we’ve literally been dating for almost a month now. I thought you were trying to joke with the rest of the confessions” you kept laughing but you realized he had a neutral face now covered in blush “oh god please don’t tell me you don’t remember” you kept laughing “I’ve even been accepting all your other confessions. what did you think that ‘sure, babe’ meant?!” he got even more flustered.
masterlist ✿
#enhypen x you#enhypen#niki#jake#jay#sunoo#sunghoon#heeseung#jungwon#enhypen fluff#kpop#kpop imagines#✿•ᴗ•✿ lili posts!
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finished the drafts for both versions of the raider!Joel fics today woot woot!!
love how I was like ‘should I do a noncon fic or a rescue fic’ but then ppl wanted both and I said fuck it ur getting both. b/c one thing about me is that i love making ppl smile and also i couldn’t decide either so LOL
I’ll prolly post the noncon one first so stay tuned for that, it’ll be sometime this week or next (& if ur not into that—which is 100% okay and awesome and I totally totally get it—READ THE WARNINGS and skip the noncon version & let me know so I can tag you in the rescue-me-daddy version lmao)
also, both start off the same since they came from the same fic idea, but only the first like… 400 words.
anyhowm goodnight I love u all so much<3 so so so much<<<<333 thx to the 300 ppl who voted in my poll you guys FLOOR me.
#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x you#raider!joel miller#the last of us#tlou
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Bob x reader x Lordi: Dvd Yes Please
(smutty)
Y/n watched television in lordi’s room he was checking out outfits to wear for his performance 2 weeks from now
“Hey turn it down for a bit Y/n” Lordi asks She did so They both heard boots stomping towards the room they were both in The door swung open revealing Bob
“I Got it guys!” He yells holding up a dvd case Lordi snickers
“You didn’t” He exclaims
“Oh yeah I did Had to fight off some horny couples too”
What on earth are they talking about she thought sitting up watching Bob and Lordi Fangirl over a Dvd
“Check it Y/n” Lordi held up the dvd case to her face she squints her eyes
“Double Penetration whores…You guys are sick” She heats up with the words she just said
“Come on it’ll be fun to watch plus l….I don’t want to watch alone okay?”
“alright?”
Bob popped the Dvd in
Bob and Lordi smile siting on both of Y/n’s sides watching The woman’s clothes get torn off she gasps as the man starts massaging her breasts
Y/n crossed her legs feeling heat form down there Bob took a big gulp putting his arm in between his legs Lordi kept on shuffling around as the man Circled his penis in the woman’s hole
Then the delivery man showed up in the movie and joined in the fun
Bob places his hand on Y/n’s bum and starts to rub she yelps feeling him grip Lordi stared at Y/n slightly moving and he decided to instantly tongue kiss her She surprisingly moans His tongue was soft and warm Lordi Hungrily explores her wet cavern sucking her tongue
Bob Pulls Y/n away from Lordi And made her kiss him letting her sit on his lap she submits to him and instantly Grinds on his crotch he grunts and harshly bites her lip
lordi fumes and from behind Y/n he sucks and bites her neck leaving her to moan in Bob mouth Y/n feels all this hot puddle form and stain her panties
Bob leans into her ear and whispers
“Let me fuck you like that pornstar”
Lordi bit her earlobe
“I’ll fuck your brains out like that”
She gulps as they both stop and get up Y/n hesitantly stood up and began to undress Bob went to her and put his hand on her clit and began to rub her bud
“Bobby….Bo-mmph!”
Bob starts to stuff his tongue in her mouth again pulling her closer Lordi gets on his knees spreading her asscheeks apart looking at her tight asshole He went in and long licked her asshole
“ahh! Lordi” She exclaims Lordi kept on devouring her asshole with the occasional spitting Y/n her lips from the double pleasure Building up to her orgasm
“I’m gonna cum!” She lowly snaps Drooling holding onto Bob’s arms he smirks then pulls his hand away Lordi also stops She whines as Bob turned her to Lordi he pulled his shorts and Boxter’s down
“I’ll make you cum even harder”
“Wait what are you-Ah!”
Bob pulls Y/n up in the air and holds her in between her calf and thighs she huffs getting adjusted Lordi watches with lust in his eyes Bob positions his Thick penis into her asshole slowly
Y/n’s toes curled And she screamed to the pain Bob puts her in a headlock and starts bouncing her up and down
“Hehe you’re bleeding” Lordi teases looking at the blood sloshed on Bob’s penis Her face scrunched up and her body sweaty
“B-B-B-o-o-b-b!!! I-It H-H-H-u-u-u-r-r-r-t-t-s S-S-S-o-o-o g-g-g-o-o-o-d!!” She exclaims her speech broken with everything thrusts he made spreading her asshole
Lordi bit his lip pressing her stomach making Y/n yell in ecstasy He was already naked and his penis was twitching Lordi pushes up against her and positioned his penis in her puffy wet vagina that was leaking
“L-L-o-o-r-r-d-d-i-i F-F-F-u-u-c-c-k-k M-Me!!!”
Lordi didn’t hesitate he slid in and began to ram into her sweet hole He forces her to tongue make out saliva falling out Bob roars tightening his grip on her Y/n’s legs were limp Her holes being fucked into oblivion juices flinging everywhere and A Woman in pure heaven making loud noises
Bob forced Y/n to make out with him next making a mess of their caverns Lordi loudly whoops laughing their thrusts went in sync making her go wild
“YES-YES!! FUCK ME FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!” she yells her eyes closes Bob smirks and strains bouncing her faster Lordi holds her close and loud fapping sounds filled the room
“FUCK FUCK SHIT!” Lordi screams vastly thrusting and his balls full of cum unloading inside her filling her womb Bob sweating a bunch his glasses were off he loudly Grunts
“SHIT OOH FUCK YEAH!” He yells slamming her down and cum in her ass Y/n felt waves of pleasure wash over her now her body twitching and sensitive
Lordi pulled out his cum leaking out from her pussy Bob then put her down Her ass was hurting now she felt both of their juices leak out of her Y/n immediately kisses Lordi’s lips making his face scrunch up and smile Then she moves to Bob they share a passionate kiss
Bob held Y/n in his big arms and sat with her on the bed cuddling Lordi pulls Y/n away from Bob and starts to snuggle with her
“It is my turn to hold her Scrawny”
“Shut up beef head”
She giggles listening to them fight.
AN: Yesterday I watched the new Metal Family episode Bob,Lordi and Damn near Chive Ain’t shit 😭😭 still gonna write about them tho ✌️Glam is the only good one
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Was wondering why the hell I wasn’t seeing any of you on my dash. Realised I kept getting the for you tab and not following. Made me worried for a second there - I thought you all left me.
I haven’t got more free. I’ve just gotten so fucking sick of working I am majorly procrastinating.
I walked by the BoA lobby while leaving work. I always laugh (bitterly, and sympathetically) when I see the BoA desk in the lobby chock full of dinner orders waiting to be picked. Even more so when it’s too late for dinner and the orders are still there. I feel you.
I am travelling for work the week after next, and its easter this week but I’ll be working… because somehow, everyone has promised everyone deliverables before next Friday when I leave. I am f u c k e d.
I bought a GHD straightener on a whim and now I feel like I have to actively straighten my hair (I am usually an air druykind of girl save for weekends). It is good though.
Turns out I got booked in for a cut and color for my hair, and I am too lazy to go through explaining and changing it. So color it shall be!
I also bought a tank on a whim, the watch - not an actual tank, and I actually hate it because it feels too light, not heavy. But I keep telling myself its iconic so I’ll probably keep it and never wear it. I am such a hoarder.
I want people to send me flyboy!jake thoughts. But I don’t want to write them 🫣 I just want to spiral on those thoughts with ya’ll.
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I meant the explanation of why the fuck Imasu proposed to Magnus when Nathan was right there??? Like him and Magnus broke up not long ago so was he in love with Nathan the whole time? (unless he is peak Alec Lightwood and fell in love with Nathan in 2 weeks). Imasu and Magnus just dated cause they couldn’t get over their true loves?
✨C u t e b u t c h a o t i c ✨
(Also thinking about the fact that right now Alec is laying under a burning roof and Magnus is outside on the sidewalk losing his fucking mind. Imasu walking out in the firefighter gear, Magnus thinking it’s Alec, the helmet comes off………peak angst)
JSHAAKKSSHG. I do know what you meant. I’m just thinking that I’ll actually have to think of a reason behind this—I was just winging shit all this time lmaoo.
Nathan and Imasu have known each other for a long time. And Magnus and Imasu dated because they liked each other-i mean it doesn’t always have to be so deep. You can just dare people.
Magnus is gonna beat Alec’a ass up lmao. Magnus @ Alec in next chapter
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Staying up a half hour later than I normally do, but being busy (not just relentlessly pressing ‘one more’ chapter) S U C K S.
But at least I’ll be able to have bread tomorrow. God fucking damn tho.
I made a sourdough starter from a wild yeast bloom on one of my chokecherry trees right before I left for vacation last month, and I think putting it in the fridge so soon nearly killed it bc it’s taken me nearly TWO WEEKS to resurrect it. Yes it has been rainy and cold and dreary lately. But today I made SOUP and I put it next to that pot and POOF I actually got it to almost double. [and I was not about to check it again at 3 am. This is a bread that has a 12 hour sprout anyway. The yeast can double in the gd dough at this point]. FUCKING BREAD!!!!
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Can we hope for that Pile-driver Minguri ?
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A Collection for a Special Date: Part I
Male Reader x Kim Minju
Length: 1115 words
Tags: pile driver, daddy kink, birthday sex, hard sex, sub!Minju
TW: QUICKIE. UNEDITED.
(A/N: Happy Minju Day! This will probably the Part that most people will enjoy, so it will be released at 00:00 KST. I salute everyone who finishes all three parts evil smirk)
“Daddy…”
“Yes, my baby girl?”
Minju fidgets in her seat next to you. Her trembling hand makes the fork she is still holding onto vibrate. For her birthday, you prepared a delicious meal, only the best meat, potatoes, soup, kimchi sit on the table. Minju is your girlfriend after all, the most beautiful, kind-hearted girlfriend, one can wish for… although, of course, the word ‘Daddy’ implies that something different is going on now.
“C-Can Daddy like… t-take… me—I don’t know how to say this.”
A couple of weeks ago, you would have shifted your chair next to hers, hugged her tightly, maybe gave her a peck to calm her down; she is obviously struggling after all. Every part of her impeccable frame falls victim to the fear, embarrassment or whatever causes her shaking.
But after both of you had a very, very deep talk, things have changed. Minju calls you Daddy, and you call her baby girl. When you two are alone, she acts helpless and submissive, while you are stoic and dominant. It’s what she loves and it’s what you love. And part of this game is your seemingly harsh reaction to her stutter.
“Baby girl, you got to talk to me like a normal human, if you want an answer. Don’t you dare believe, I would make every of your wishes come true, while you just mumble incoherently!”
The final shout breaks something in you. Something tells you that you should never, ever treat a girl, let alone your girlfriend like this. The excitement, however, and knowing how aroused she feels, give you confidence to push through.
When you stand up from your chair, a dismissive gaze resting on the empty plate before you, Minju’s panic grows significantly.
“I-I’m sorry daddy! I’ll try again, o-okay? I’ll be a good baby girl, I promise!”
Each of your steps towards her is drawn out and powerful. It makes her quiver just a little more. Minju should know her place, which is of course below her daddy. You finally reach her and reach for her chin. Grab and squeeze it, not too roughly, though. This is not about punishment after all. It’s about showing control.
“Then try again, baby girl. What did you try to say?”
An audible gulp. The brunette beauty braces herself for another wave of whatever torments her right now. Beneath whatever it may be, there is a deep, unquenched lust. You see it sparkling in her eyes and feel it in her heavy breath.
Finally, Minju leaps up, moving towards one of the couches. While slowly removing her tight jeans from her jiggly, fat thighs, she tries her best to keep her composure—a moan still slips out.
“C-Can Daddy please, please, f-fill me u-up in t-this—ahhh—position? Please, Daddy?”
To your disbelief, Minju basically dives into the carpet, her eyes never leaving yours, as she rests in a perfect pile-driver. Although her gorgeous upper body is still covered by a black piece of clothing, her ass, thighs and exposed fuck hole—all higher up than her flushed head—make you go feral.
Without an answer, you immediately climb onto the couch and in between her legs. Minju uses her hand to bend them backwards more, effectively showing off her completely shaved, soaking pussy to you. The only thing stopping you from tearing off your trousers and plowing her into the soft, white carpet floor is a sudden urge to tease.
Two fingers find their way into the wet opening, as you groan playfully: “My baby girl: Your request for Daddy was not enough, it sounds stupid with your stutter.”
Minju struggles to keep her moans under control just with your two skillful fingers twisting inside her. How in the world should she be able to fulfill your order? Well, your baby girl has some surprises for you…
“Please, Daddy! Give me a birthday-pile-drive! Fuck me into the ground, please! I need your cock, only your cock. Please, Daddy! I love you!”
Your trousers don’t survive another second, as you annihilate them with sheer hands like an animal does to its prey. And like an animal, you ram your cock into the fertile woman below you, making her thighs ripple and her tongue fall out.
Minju turns into an unrecognizable mess instantaneously—but she definitely is a happy mess. Her orgasms are going to be harder, quicker and better than ever before, as you kiss her cervix with your length. It is certain, it is predictable, yet still insanely exciting. Each unique part of her velvety insides is well-known to you, but from this new angle—plunging in and out from above—it feels more intense than you could have dreamed of.
Your Daddy-persona gets a slight crack. Hums and groans of pleasure leave your lips unintentionally at the tightness you penetrate faster and faster. Your fingers grope at her flawless, smooth skin, so hard in fact that red marks will later remain on her legs and ass. Tiny beads of sweat form on the pale perfection and you can’t help but slap at the moist lair.
“Daddy, harder, please!”
What was that? You already pound her at a neck breaking pace, with the power of a hundred horses, yet she still asks for more? Minju leaves you no other choice than to go beyond every single one of your barriers. No more restraints, just a full-on fucking of her delicious cunt.
With small hops you use the seemingly insurmountable force of gravity to fulfill her plea. A thumb circling her clit also helps in pleasuring out the rest of her mind—and yours as well. While skillfully teasing her G-spot, you feel your end cumming. The cream in your balls is ready to fire into her.
But without any warning, Minju’s shrill, lustful screams fill the room—as does her slick, warm Minjuice. The climax makes her rigid and almost fall over to the side if it wasn’t for your cock holding her down and ejaculating violently into the scorching heat of her convulsing walls. Your satisfied sigh is inaudible because of all the other, way louder sounds of skin slapping and girl moaning, but why should you care.
You pull your hard cock out and the final rope of your load lands on Minju’s delicious thighs, marking them white over red—the imprint of your dick layering over the imprint of your hand. Minju’s angelic face is pure… pure satisfied lust, as she grins through her pants.
“Thank you, my Daddy. I love you so fucking much!”
“I love you two, baby girl. My Minju.”
What a way to love her…
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oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend
+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader
+ word c. 2,730
+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men
+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes
the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.
oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.
“a drink for the princess.”
flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.
oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.
“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.
he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.
“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”
you scoff, “tell him that.”
iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.
“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”
you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”
oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body.
he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.
“–kawa you asshole!”
hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.
“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”
you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.
—
the sun has already set when you make your way inside.
you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.
oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.
“you’re doing it wrong.”
he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”
you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”
he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.
“this, is how you do it.”
he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”
“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.
it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.
“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”
you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”
“i doubt it.”
“try me.”
the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.
“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.
your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.
“you.”
he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
“oi!”
you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.
“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”
the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.
did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.
“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”
on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.
“thanks, man. see you around.”
you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.
you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.
“where were we?”
your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”
oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.
“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.”
a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”
he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”
oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.
“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.
two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.
“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.
the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.
“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.
“feels good, hm?”
“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”
the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.
“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”
your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.
it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.
it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.
oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.
his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.
“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”
your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.
“want you so badly, please.”
“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”
you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.
“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”
“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.
“yes... sir.”
a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”
before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.
with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.
he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.
“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”
“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”
his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.
“feels so good… m-more.”
strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.
“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.
“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”
“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”
he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.
“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”
oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”
he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.
his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.
“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.
he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”
“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.
the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.
“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”
you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.
“holy shit.”
everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.
the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.
“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.
your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.
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#oikawa x reader smut#oikawa smut#oikawa x reader#tw.alcohol#tw.degradation#tw.noncon filming#tw.watersports#tw.mindbreak
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summary; jungkook makes a decision for his family
pairing; dilf!jk x best friend!reader (f)
genre/warnings; fluff, angst, longing, pining, mc is a homebody, unrequited love (or is it?), potential idiots 2 lovers, best friends 2 lovers, mentions of sex, haru probably sounding a lil too old for her age but she’s fictionally very intelligent
w/c; 2k
a/n; second to last one omfg ;-; thank u for all the love and support this past month over this fic. im really happy that we can finally close this fictional family’s life together! jk is really trying to make up for lost time, so pls bear with him as he tries to speed up the process. enjoy!
[day by day masterpost]
Jungkook seldom uses the word hate. He only has peeves for three things, sheets that are not treated with fabric softener, soggy ramen, and uninvited guests.
Jungkook is silent as Sena greets him, she dryly jokes that he hasn’t said hello as he jams his code in. He makes sure his back is completely covering the numbers, so that Sena can’t come in on her own.
“Kookie, I’m hungry,” Sena immediately fishes through his kitchen cupboards, but only comes up with brown rice and dry cereal.
Suppressing a sigh, Jungkook mutters that he’ll order food. He doesn’t even need to concentrate when he scrolls through the take out app, picking Sena’s favorite like she’s always lived here.
Sena looks the same, but different. Still that practiced, charming smile that gets her whatever she wants. Her hair is a lighter shade now, her skin sunkissed and the cheekbones of her face etched with a carved glow.
“Taking a shower,” Jungkook says gruffly, he can’t even make eye contact with her.
Jungkook makes sure to lock the door as he takes a quick shower. He wipes away the joys of this week, replaced with a terrible dreading that hopes the night will end well.
He wonders if you and Haru are doing okay. He feels guilty, inadvertently kicking you out of his house after he so eagerly wanted you to move in earlier today. He’s embarrassed, hating that his baggage has somehow managed to return in a green luggage and blonde hair extensions.
It’s the best snap decision he could’ve made at the time, he tries to convince himself as he roughly scrubs the lavender shampoo between his roots. You and Jungkook have done so well protecting Haru, going through a routine, making sure all the people in her life are stable and loving. Sena leaving within the first year was bad enough, but to come back two years later to fuck it all up? No way in hell.
Jungkook returns to the kitchen, smelling pasta and his peach-scented candles. Sena’s already set up the table, and aired out Jungkook’s meal. There’s a water pitcher on the side, and a pink gift bag right next to it.
“Where’s she?” Sena asks, twirling her fork around to catch the carbonara hanging off the edge of her takeout plate.
“She has a name, you know,” Jungkook huffs stubbornly, jabbing the meatball in his container with his knife.
“Fine, where’s Haru?”
“Haru is having a sleepover,” Jungkook replies vaguely, “why are you here?”
“It’s her third birthday,” Sena frowns, “shouldn’t I be here?”
“Yeah, you should’ve,” Jungkook quietly, almost scarily, folds the top of his takeout container, deciding not to eat as his bad mood continues to elevate, “but you should’ve also been around for the second and third, so.”
“Let me see her, Jungkook,” Sena pouts, folding her hands across the table, her eyes flickering to the pink gift bag she prepared, “c’mon, I just got back from a traveling gig and I’ll be off for a whole month. I’ve missed you both.”
Sena’s a flighty woman. Jungkook and her had an on and off relationship for over a year, the off days so often that even you, his best friend, always missed her. Still, Jungkook can honestly admit that he’s been the grounding one in the relationship, and he’s tried very hard on his end to convince her to ground roots along with him and Haru.
He wonders what goes on in Sena’s head whenever she makes the effort to return. Is her life too flashy, too monotonous, too tiring? Is this her downtime, playing house with a family that never existed in the first place?
It’s been too long, however. Two years have passed and Jungkook can safely say he doesn’t feel anxious at the fact that Haru questions where her mother is. He knows how to make the special braids Haru asks for every Tuesday morning, he can read her needs in a heartbeat. He’s emotionally available, ready and willing to open his heart out to the person he’s been too daft to notice all along. He’s in a position where he feels stable and sufficient and whole.
His heart pinches at the thought of you, thinking how you filled in the cracks temporarily until he felt confident enough to be both a great father and a best friend to you. He wonders if there would be any way to repay that kind of love, he hopes he’s enough. So, he needs to wrap this up, and fast.
“Neither of us missed you, Sena.” Jungkook says icily, shaking his head firmly, “I have sole custody, and therefore I refuse to let you see Haru. It’ll confuse her too much, and it’ll break her heart every time you’ll leave, and don’t tell me you won’t.”
He knows he’s pushing all the wrong buttons, he feels it in the air. Sena’s eyes are terrifyingly wide, as if she hasn’t been rejected in a long, long time.
“What?” Sena hisses, nails digging into the kitchen island, “why would you be so heartless? How do you know I’m not planning on changing now?”
“Sena, Haru doesn’t even know you exist,” Jungkook watches as Sena’s gaze sobers in realization, “you left so early, and never came back. A birthday text isn’t enough, there’s no point. When Haru’s older, she can make the decision to form a relationship with you, but as of now, she doesn’t need you and neither do I.”
Jungkook’s fork taps on the plastic lid of his food. He debates on returning to the meatball he so meanly stabbed, feeling a lot lighter as this conversation rolls out.
“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” Sena mutters, pushing her food away, “she took her away from me because I’m not good enough. She’s a better mother than me?”
“No, not because she’s a better mother,” Jungkook snaps, “because she tried for Haru. She stayed.”
“If you really try to keep her from me,” Sena says lowly, “I have lawyers.”
Jungkook shrugs, unaffected, “Sure, try me. I got receipts.”
Sena’s gritting her teeth so hard that you can hear the squeaking. With a sharp slap she flings the gift bag to the linoleum floor. Out rolls a rattle ball, soft hair bows, and a teething ring. Poking out of the crumpled bag sits a row of white chocolate coated strawberries.
With a scoff, Jungkook shakes his head, “For the record, Haru stopped teething years ago. And she hates white chocolate.” Having enough, he gets up from his chair and grabs his jacket. He looks expectantly at Sena to do the same, “now, get your things and get out of my house. I can drop you off at whatever hotel you choose.”
Sena snatches her phone off her table, and from the angry clacking of her acrylics, she’s sending an angry text message. Her eyes are watery, and Jungkook takes note of how sad her eyes are, droopy and glassy in contrast to match her deep frown, “You’ll regret breaking our family apart,” she says.
“What family?” Jungkook retorts cynically, “because I’m pretty sure my family has nothing to do with you.”
It’s probably well past midnight. You chug a whole lot of water before going to bed, and periodically you wake up to go to the bathroom. Taking a quick pee you settle back into your mattress, snuggling into Haru’s soft and fluffy form. Just as you’re about to fall back asleep, you hear the soft ping of your front door.
Closing your eyes hard, you stuff your face into your pillow. Only a couple of people know the passcode to your apartment building.
It’s then you smell him, his light scent wafting in your bedroom. The smell of his custom peach candles he was so damn proud of, the clean musk of his laundry detergent. Jungkook tip toes into your bedroom, padding against the hardwood until he reaches your side of the bed. It doesn’t take long for him to shift you two over, squished on your queen mattress like little spoons. Jungkook cuddles into your back, while you cuddle onto Haru’s, while Haru clutches her Eeyore.
“Mmph?” you mumble, too tired to turn around, “what are you doing here?”
Jungkook sighs into your presence, “Just wanted to come home to my favorite girls.”
You wake up to the Miraculous Ladybug theme song.
When you open your eyes, you’re met with Jungkook’s, who looks just as bleary-gazed as you. While your expression looks more surprised due to the fact that Jungkook somehow crawled into your apartment late at night, Jungkook looks more settled, comfortable in your bed. He sends you a dreamy smile, a hand reaching over to move the blanket away from your face.
Somehow, you ended up on the left side of the bed, Jungkook on the right. Nestled between you two is Haru, who’s eating dry cereal from those room service single boxes.
“Where’s Sena?” you whisper, trying to speak lower than the television.
“Good morning to you too,” Jungkook’s voice is groggy, which is deeply attractive, “and dunno, don’t care. Can I ask you a question to throw you off since you started with one?”
“Okay,” you confirm that whatever transpired between Jungkook and Sena is successful on Jungkook’s part, so you let him ask.
“What if I sold my house?”
“WHAT?!”
“Shh!” Haru puts a fluffy hand over her lips, Cheerio crumbs sticking to her lips, “it’s my show.”
“The penthouse here is available,” Jungkook sinks into the sheets, patting Haru’s back comfortingly, “my lease is almost up, and I know how much you like your quick commute here. It’s big, and now Haru and I can finally not be stressed over our dying vegetable garden. It’d be a fresh start for the three of us.”
“Oh, Kook,” you frown, trying not to imagine how bad the conversation could’ve been with Sena.
“‘M fine,” Jungkook scoots on over closer, so much that your noses are touching. Haru doesn’t seem to care, but is moving her legs back and forth to stop the two of you from crushing her, “I’m sorry if I worried you. Did I make you wait?”
“Two years,” you roll your eyes teasingly, “but I guess I’ll settle for you.”
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“No, I was worried,” you shook your head, hair mushing against the pillow, “but you’re my best friend before anything. I trust you.”
Jungkook’s eyes soften, as if you bestowed upon him the highest honor, “Thanks.”
“And as for moving, I think it’s a great idea, just as long as we take our time with it. I mean, me moving in with you is already a lot.”
“You think too small,” Jungkook teases, “c’mon. I’m gonna tell Haru now.”
“Kook—”
“Tell me what?” Haru finally rips her eyes away from your flatscreen, only because there’s a commercial break.
“That you have a new mommy!” Jungkook grins hard and wide, gesturing to you with a pat on the shoulder and pulling Haru by the collar so that your three heads are smushed together.
She ‘oofs’ on the bed, and she looks at you with her wide eyes, “I’ve met you before, you’re not new,” Haru shifts her body so her hand is on your cheek, and she regards you with an intense stare, “I saw you and daddy kissing in the hotel, so I knew you were gonna be my mommy soon.”
“Haru!” you laugh, scandalized. You wrap her up like the creme to your Oreo sandwich, linking your fingers with Jungkook’s as you pull the two of them closer, “then will you be okay if we kiss some more?”
With that, you squish your lips on Haru’s left cheek, Jungkook smushes his lips on Haru’s right, and she’s a bundle of giggles. Her show is forgotten, she’s completely occupied by you and father’s silly antics.
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cleaning the room • richie tozier
(richie tozier x reader smut)
requested: heyyy i love your work!! can i maybe request a Richie smut where their like in the middle of doing “it” but then someone calls the reader (maybe bev or eddie or sumn) and instead of stopping richie keeps going and so she has to continue the call and pretend like shes not in the middle of such unholy acts haha sorry if its too specific,, thank you!!!
warnings: swearing, smut, spitting, v light cum play, light light slapping (reader smacks richie bc theyre frustrated he was teasing them), unprotected sex, risky sex, talking on the phone w someone, use of the words whore/slut, degradation, this has literally no plot its all smut LOL
heyyy finally bback w a fic, i have awful writers block so this was all i could do. hope u guys like it
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"richie," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you.
richie leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. richie sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into richie's hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts.
"oh, god," you say, half moaning as richie's strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischevious eyes. "it's eddie." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.
richie hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel richie again. richie raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling."
you lean back, sighing because you know richie's right. "fuck you richie. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily.
"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for the party." eddie says cheerfully, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick.
you jolt but keep quiet as you feel richie's fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught.
"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks genuinely, sounding concerned. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as richie quietly chuckles. you send him a glare.
"richie and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing richie as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth.
"okay..." eddie says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to mike's surprise party on saturday. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when richie's cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think richie's bringing weed and some handles, but maybe if you still have your fake you could try and get us some-"
but you accidentally cut eddie's sentence off with a sharp gasp tailed with a moan, because as you were listening to eddie, richie lined himself back up to your entrance and pushed straight into you.
your eyes are wide as you stare at richie, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as richie starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as eddie's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're doing fine?"
you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as richie spits down onto your dripping cunt and starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe."
richie's smirking darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth.
his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling.
"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, because one time my ma stubbed her toe and she had to stay in bed for a week," and then eddie launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is richie and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers.
then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars.
"-wait, you said you're with richie?" eddie asks and you cough, throat caught after having richie's hand on it, "yes, he's- he’s right here." you say breathlessly.
"can you let me ask him something?"
your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with richie. "s-sure, here he is."
richie's giddy face as he grabs the phone from you makes you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, eds."
it's quiet for a bit as eddie's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly richie's pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.
richie mutters, “mhm? yeah, yeah.” to eddie, but the sultry way he’s staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you.
"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." richie says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you.
the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises.
richie hums to eddie a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, eds, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl."
you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under richie's touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him and then richie’s kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "eddie," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as richie spits on your chest, licking and biting and leaving a love bite in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you.
"sure, bye y/n!" eddie chirps.
and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip richie's neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.
"please, richie, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear.
his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need.
you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "richie, just - please, let me cum. please."
"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. perfect little whore, talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."
you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."
he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?”
you stutter an exhale, “yes! fuck, richie, yes, yes i would. i’m yours.”
he smiles, “cum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling richie's name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as richie rides you through your high.
only a minute later, richie pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect slut." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, richie's hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him.
and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect doll." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close.
"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. richie hums, "what makes you say that, sugar? it's not like you were all 'richie, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, richie. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily.
you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, richie. but eddie's going to your place later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room."
richie laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his messy curls, "let 'em guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal.
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