#I HAD TO PUT DOWN MY COMPUTER AND JUST. SMILE OMFG

[angelsluva]

"i think i like u"

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: fluff, cat-calling, lengthy (?), smut! wrd count: 2.7k

part 5 | navi

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yourusername

: this dress will not stay on if u w a freak 🥴

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user34343: omfg...

anon39932: the last slide so real

clairedrakee: beauty like none other

mandys_iphone: best b-day gift ever ↳ yourusername: kiss me

hamzahthefantastic: they're pierced?! ↳ yourusername: please tell me they're nice! ;( ↳ hamzahthefantastic: i love them [liked by creator] ↳ user456396: !?

aldo2swag: hi

larray: clit piercings next!

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you blushed as you set your phone down after reading what Hamzah had sent you. You and Hamzah have been seeing each other for weeks already. The two of you would hang out at each others houses or just out and about. Still, you guys didn't have a specific label on yourselves.

You finished your makeup as you grabbed a purple flower claw clip and held your hair half way up. You applied a soft matte lipstick and changed into some blue low rise jeans and a white small crop top. Besides moving to Canada and meeting these new people, you still itched to change your life a little. What better idea to get your nipples pierced! You finished getting ready as you swopped a red bag onto your shoulder preparing your self for the pain you were gonna be put through right now.

You closed your car door shut as you were on your way to the tattoo shop. The closer you got, the more hotter your body temperature grew. You took the last sip of your Iced coffee and headed inside the shop. "Hey hun! Are you here with an appointment!" A fully tatted woman approached you. You nodded, "Yes! For y/n?" You questioned as her eyes scanned the computer on the front desk. "Yes I have you here! Alright are you ready?" You questioned as you nodded. She took you to a private room as you sat down on one of the high chairs in the room. You took a deep breath as she sanitized the metal. "Is this your first piercing?" She questioned as you shook your head. "This is my first!" You grinned as she slapped some gloves on. "Okay, just make sure to wear thin material clothing, Be careful on getting the jewelry caught on clothes, and clean then daily!" She explained as she walked over to you with a tray. "Go ahead and lift your top for me!" she said as she had the needle in one hand and the clamp on the other. You lifted your shirt up as you felt the cold air hit your exposed chest. You felt the sharp pain of the needle go through your nipples as you looked down to see the Jewelry already set.

"Oh wow that was quick!" You gasped as she smiled and handed you a mirror. You could just jump up and down. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" You shrieked "Of course!" She smiled handing you a bag with a piercing solution.

You slammed the door shut as you were on your way back home. Arriving home you texted Hamzah to reassure him if he was still down to go out.

You changed into a more thin top as you waited for Hamzah to get here. You couldn't stop looking at the mirror. You took multiple pictures. You suddenly heard a knock on your door. You panicked and threw a hoodie over. You opened the door as Hamzah scanned your body. "Did you get a tattoo?" He questioned as he took your hand as you shook your head. "Okay- wait come inside!" You pulled him into your house as he closed the door behind him. "Okay, I was super itchy for a little different and I was scrolling on tiktok and that's what inspired me.." You said nervously, "Okayyyy" he dragged his word as you whipped your hair back. You slowly draped off the zip-up as the thin top revealed your freshly pierced nipples. His eyes glued to your chest as he threw his hand over you his mouth. "Oh my god.." He said cheesing behind his hands. "What do you think?" you asked as you turned to the mirror in your living room. "They honestly suit you" he said looking at you through the mirror. "Alright well that's it, let's get going now." You swooped your purse over your shoulder as he lifted his eyebrow. "Wait you can just show them?" Hamzah questioned as you giggled "Yes I can show them! Why wouldn't I?" You said checking your self out in the mirror. "Um- Okay, let’s go I guess" he said as his face was burning hot.

You finally made it to the crowded mall as you and Hamzah were In Aritzia looking for clothes for Mandy. You looked through dresses as you saw one that caught your eye, It was a silky back open grey dress as you ran to Hamzah. "This is the one!" You held the dress as he nodded "Do you think Mandy will like it?" He questioned "Are you serious? She'll love it!" You said looking through more dresses.

"Anything you like?" Hamzah questioned as you saw a dress that caught your eyes. "Oh wow!" Hamzah said as you pulled the dress out. It was a long black dress that was see through and different patterns. "Oh my god, I love this..." You said scanning your fingers through the different textures. "Take it" He said grabbing both dresses from you as you kept looking through tops and pants.

"Alright this is it" you said grabbing the dresses and skirts and bringing them over your shoulder. You walked to the register as you placed the clothes on the table. "Wait, I'll pay." He said pulling his card out. You shoved his hand down as he quickly tapped his card against the machine , "Hamzah!" You gasped as the lady handed you the bag, "Your welcome!" He grabbed the bag from you as he held your hand and walked out of the store. "Why would you do that?” You huffed “because why would I make you pay? Haven’t I already told you? What else do you want?” He looked all over the mall as you pointed to a record store.

Your fingers scanned through the vinyls, Hamzah couldn’t help but look at your red thong peeking out your pants as his cheeks were a soft pink.

“Are you guys looking for something in particular?” A voice came from behind him. “Uh nah, just looking.” Hamzah replied as the guy looked over to you, also checking the view out. “A fucking show…” the man licked his lips. Hamzah furrowed his eyebrows as a burning anger grew inside him. “What the fuck? You’re fucking weird bro. Get the fuck out my face dude.” Hamzah hissed as he grabbed your arm and made you storm out the store, “what-“ “this fucking dude kept staring at you, cmon” he huffed. “Just uh, look for another store baby” he said lowly as his arm wrapped around you. “Oh okay..” you replied.

“Hamzah, you probably spent hundreds! Just let me send it back!” You crossed your arms as he closed the door for you, “no y/n! It’s okay!” He turned to you as he placed his hand on your thigh. Hamzah had brought you to his house just to wrap Mandy’s gift and just to have your company he missed. Both arrived to his house as It was Just the cats waiting at the door. "Wow, you finally cleaned?" You teased as he rolled his eyes playfully "yeah, yeah whatever" he said placing your bags down on the couch. You took the box in where Mandy's dress was at as Hamzah handed you some wrapping paper, "I only have this one, I think It's fine right?" He said handing you blue paper. You perfectly wrapped around the box as you even decided to make a bow out of remaining scraps.

"Oh wow, it's perfect!" He took the gift placing it on the coffee table. He wrote his name down, You reached for your dress pulling it out of the bag. You were In love. You traced over the patterns as you imagined when and where you would wear. "Ya' like it?" He questioned as he closed the sharpie. You nodded placing it out on the couch, a sly smile creeped on your face. "I'm gonna try it on, If that's okay!" You looked over at Hamzah. His face blank, He looked down at the see through fabric. "Uh, yeah sure..." He cleared his throat as you yelped and ran to his room. He definitely thought you were gonna show him but he doubted it.

You carefully pulled off your shirt and pants as you slipped on the thin dress. You looked at the tall mirror as your body complimented the dress so well, as well as your new piercings. You decided to walk out and show Hamzah. That was the whole point anyways.

"Hamzah!" You sang as licked his lips. You peeked behind the living room as he turned towards you. You walked out fully and spun around to give him a full 360. His eyes fluttered scanning throughout your whole body. Eyes focusing more on your exposed boobs. You fixed your hair brining it to the front as your laced black panties hugged your ass so perfectly. "It's so nice" he said not taking his eyes off you at all. "It's so comfy honestly! Look feel it!" You said getting closer to Hamzah, Placing his hand on your waist. His fingers pinching the fabric as his pants seemed to be getting tighter. "Fuck, you look so good y/n..." He huffed as he couldn't help but grab your waist as your hands met his shoulders and touched his hair, "How will I ever thank you, hm?" You said lowly as his puppy eyes looked up at you and your perked up tits. "Show me how thankful you are then.." He groaned as you sat down on his lap. Face to face, "Your such a tease y/n." His hands cupped your ass as you yelped due to his needy grip. His lips grazed over yours as his lips crashed into yours. Your hands cupped his face. His tongue picking every taste from your mouth. Your face tilted as his hands roamed to your waist. "m'please- fuck, y/n...Need you..." He grunted in between kisses as you tugged at his shirt. Your lips parted as he swiped his shirt off. Your eyes sparkled, The gym was doing him justice.

"So- sexy." You groaned out as his lips trailed to your exposed neck. His hands were placed on your thigh. Your dress started to slip up to your waist exposing your red panties Hamzah has had his eyes on all night.

"Can I- off?" He said tugging your dress as your lips parted. You slowly slipped your dress off over your head, your tits were fully exposed as he practically drooled. His lips trailed down your neck as his hands were gripping your upper torso. You slowly began grinding on his crotch. The closer his mouth got to your perked tits the more you whined. His mouth carefully began sucking around your tits as you threw your head back trying your best not to be noisy. You couldn’t notice your self practically bouncing on him. You needed all of him already.

“Hamzah please! I want you!” You whimpered as he groaned, “m’kay” he huffed as he tapped your thigh, getting off his lap and helping him unbuckle his jeans. You were so needy your lips crashed into his again as you were on all floors next to him. You moaned in his mouth as his pants dropped at his ankles. Your hands rubbed against the huge tent upon his boxers. His hand sharply slapped your ass as your moan echoed in his mouth. Your hands shoved his boxers down aching for his cock that suddenly hit his stomach. Your hands wasted no time but slowly pumping his cock up and down slowly as his hips bucked suddenly. “Please y/n!” He whined as you slowly sat down on his lap. He moved your panties to the side as his tip of his cock rubbed against your pussy. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore. You just wanted Hamzah. He aligned himself to your entrance as you gasped. “Fuck your so tight-..” he grunted as you whined in his ear. He slowly pushed you down his length as his cock twitched in you. You began going up and down his member as his hands were glued to your waist following your motion. His hands slid down your ass firmly gripping on it. Your pace grew as you were fully wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck you feel so good baby” he whimpered as he slowly sucked on your tits again. You moaned in his ear as his hands traveled through your whole body.

Your hands gripped on his shoulders as your pace quickened, suddenly.

bzz, bzz, bzz.

Your heart stopped as you noticed Mandy was calling you. You stopped completely as Hamzah grunted. “Fuck..” you hissed as he whispered in your ear; “you better answer it.” He handed you the phone as he swiped across the phone. Your eyes widened suddenly as you snatched the phone from him.

“Y/n! Oh my gosh I need help.” Mandy asked through the phone as you exhaled. “Oh! Um, with what?” You asked. Hamzah’s hands slowly moved you up and down his cock again inpatient about you getting off the phone.

“Okay so I have this dress I wanna wear to the little birthday dinner we’re having tomorrow but I kinda wanna save it for Mexico!” She explained as Hamzah’s thumb rubbed against your clit. You bit your lip as you whined. “Mm- I…Fuck, I say Mexico!” You huffed as he smirked. “Are you okay?” Mandy questioned as Hamzah started slamming into you. Your hand gripped the phone and his shoulder so hard you practically left dents. You leaned over his shoulder trying not the expose the sudden slapping noise.

“Yeah! I’mmmm- im so good!” Your hand flew over your mouth as his cock went In and out if you. “Oh!- Mandy I gotta-.” Was all you said before ending the call urgently as you cried out his name. “Hamzah! Fuck!” You cried out loud as you felt yourself come all over his cock, “M’yes- fuck so good doll!” He grunted as your body folded against his as he slammed sloppier and faster into you. “So close, wait for me baby!” He moaned as he gripped your waist. You felt his warm cum spill fill you up as he groaned. You sat up as your lips met his. “You did so good baby-m” he said in between kisses. He picked you up from his lap as his cock sprung out of you as it ached. “Are you good?” He chuckled as you sighed, “I feel sore…” you whined as kissed your cheek placing you beside him. “I gotta a bath for two if your down?” He smirked as you nodded putting his t shirt on. “Hamzah- can you help?” You sighed as he giggled “are you serious?” He teased as you rolled your eyes “please! It’s not funny.” You pushed him as he grabbed you taking you to the bathroom.

You pulled his shirt off slowly as you slowly sunk down in the bathtub. He quickly joined you as you were In between his legs as bubbles floated around the warm water.

“I wish I could have gave you a try on haul” you sighed as your fingers hovered over the bubbles. “I thought you weren’t gonna show me in the fist place since the dress was see through” he chuckled, “I thought it was nice since you I was able to show my piercing! But it seemed like someone liked them a little too much..” you teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist tugging on you. “What can I say.” He smirked as he kissed your exposed neck.

There was a huge boundary holding you from asking the forbidden question. The “what are we” questioned. You seemed so deeply aware that you were 100% in love with him and so was he. Though. You had that restrain having you in choke hold.

You slipped In one of Hamzah's Pajama pants he had gave you and T-shirt. You climbed onto the bed with Hamzah as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled as your eyes were quick to become heavy. You were quickly drifted to sleep. Hamzah looked down at you as your eyes were softly shut. He's never ever been with anyone like you, ever. He loved everything about you. He moved your hair behind your ear kissing your cheek softly.

"love you".

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adri's note: "yes smut" we all say in unison (I'm we), Also not spell-checked...

[sleepintro]

music asks 4 5 7 and 25

4. which song rips your heart out?

that i can think of, last words of a shooting star by mitski like. god. and uyire from minnal murali. it hits extra hard when youre watching the movie amd the scene comes on.. just. AGSHHSHSUSNSJ. pure agony

5. which song always puts a smile on your face?

any song i really like as a kid tbh. kangal irandal from subramanyapuram, addada mazhada from payya, ale ale from jeans!! ohoh and i had this one cd of like songs about lord krishna by kids and i was so fuckong obsessed with it and i tracked some of them down literally yesterday and omg. omfg.

7. do you prefer cds, streaming or vinyl?

streaming mainly because its more easily accessible and i don't really like to listen to music out loud and i dont use my computer for liteni g to music. and i dont own a record player soo no vinyl

25. do you and anyone you know have “a song”?

hmm no not really 😕

[fatuismooches]

YALL PLEASE GO READ THIS OMG I LOVE IT SMMM 😭😭💖

Loyal Knight 1

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 4.5k words ┊ Fluff + Hurt/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist | Part 2 *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

I DON'T WRITE FOR MONTHS AND I REREAD MY OLD DOTTORE FICS AND IM SUDDENLY OBSESSED WITH HIM AGAIN. I WILL RECLAIM THE TITLE OF HOUSE OF SOFT DOTTORE. a long one to make it up to yall ,, but i have to cut it into 2 parts bc its too long LMAO <3 also inspired by @fatuismooches's dottore fics, they're too good

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, mentions of lots of scars, experiments, and death, dottore and reader r both crazy, obsessiveness/possessiveness from both parties

i. foolishness

Peaceful and quiet are the words that describe the small village where you spent your childhood. Nothing ever happened in your village. There were no attacks from the monsters that lurked outside the lands, no arguments between neighbors, and crimes rarely occurred. People freely walked outside without a sense of fear in their hearts.

It was incredibly boring, to say the least.

Not a single form of entertainment has occurred since you came into existence, and the village will continue to be boring unless you depart as soon as possible. Playing with other children can only do so much to quell your thirst for adventure, to swing a sword— a real one, not the wooden sword your mother gave you— and finally experience the thrill of a battle, be it against a monster or a fellow adventurer. The itch for excitement consumes you, and you realize that this insignificant village will never fulfill your desires.

That is until you met him.

The sun was beginning to set among the tall trees of the forest, concealing itself within the deep shades of green from numerous leaves. However, it still managed to blind your eyes as beams of light peeked through the forest's lush trees. In your hand, you gripped a real weapon, though smaller than a sword, perfectly suited to your tiny hands. The weight was light enough for you to hold it upright with ease. It was your father's dagger, kept hidden in a chest that your parents believed you would never discover, let alone open. Yet, little did they know that your burning desire for an adventure would defy all odds.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, your eyes were drawn to the sight of smoke a few paces away from your position, casting subtle hints of orange onto the surrounding trees. Fire.

Could someone be camping out there? It seemed likely, and your heart skipped a beat at the thought of encountering another adventurer. A smile emerged on your lips as you suppressed your excitement, crouching down to stealthily approach the camp.

To your dismay, it wasn't what you had hoped for. Instead of encountering another adventurer, you found yourself overlooking a small Hilichurl camp nestled beneath the edge of the cliff where you stood. It was a rather underwhelming sight. If you could recall correctly, it was a mission your father discussed with your mother. This Hilichurl camp posed no real threat. Despite a posted mission to eliminate it, no one had bothered to undertake the task, mainly because the camp was so weak that the rewards offered were hardly worth the effort.

Nevertheless, even at the young age of six, you possessed the understanding to recognize that what might be considered weak for seasoned adventurers was still stronger than you—a battle-hungry kid. Perfect! Excitement surged through your veins as the thought of battling real monsters with your father's dagger filled your mind. But before you could proceed any further, your attention was caught by a nearby bush. The Hilichurl seemed oblivious, but you were certain you saw it tremble ever so slightly...

To your astonishment, a person of your own age crouched behind the bush, clearly hiding from the Hilichurl. Recognition immediately hit you as soon as you laid your eyes upon the kid's teal curls, the gloves on his hands that you never saw him without, and the prominent scowl on his face, sharp teeth poking out for view.

It was none other than Zandik, the child who was often subjected to rumors and whispers in the village. The other kids labeled him as a 'weirdo' due to his disinterest in playing outside like children of his age and his lack of enthusiasm for socializing. You've heard your grandparents curse Zandik behind his back, talking about being a heretic at such a young age and conducting 'weird' experiments on live animals or machinery.

He was an oddity to your village, that's something you'd agree amongst the numerous rumors about him. But he certainly spiced up your boring life in the village. You've tried speaking to him a couple of times but to no avail, getting shut down faster than you can think. Despite this, you discerned that he was just an introverted kid with unusual interests. What was so wrong about that?

Still, what was he doing in the middle of the forest? Doesn't he hate being outside— wait, why is he creeping closer to the Hilichurl camp!? Without hesitation, you swiftly lunged toward the bush, attempting to maintain as much stealth as possible, and managed to tackle the boy to the ground. Your hands moved swiftly to cover Zandik's mouth, predicting his enraged cries. Fortunately, due to his smaller stature, you easily pinned him down.

"Hey, hey- calm down!" You whispered, trying to maintain your grip on him despite his excessive squirming and weak punches "It's just me! I live a few houses down yours!" Still, that didn't subdue the furious boy, scarlet eyes glaring right at you as he dug his sharp teeth onto the tender flesh of your hands.

Biting back a scream of pain, you glared back at him with the same caliber and got off of him, holding your poor hand that was on the brink of getting bitten off by your crazy neighbor. Zandik regained composure, showing pure disdain at you and at his dirtied clothes, before pointing an accusing finger at you. "How dare you attack me!? You wretched vermin! Who do you think you are for laying your hands on me!" He spat, rubbing at his skin restlessly as if attempting to rid himself of an imagined filth.

"I-I wasn't-" You cleared your throat as you scooted away from him, giving him much-needed space, and raised your hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I must've startled you. I wasn't gonna attack you, I just... acted without thinking..." The boy's eyes just narrowed at you when you hastily explained yourself to him, voicing out your concern for his safety being so close to a Hilichurl camp. Understandably so, he seemed unconvinced by your words.

"Well, there's no need for you to play the role of a 'knight in shining armor', thinking you're saving me from harm." The boy scoffed, rolling his ruby eyes as he heeds you no mind once more, already over with this senseless conversation. "I am perfectly capable of handling this situation on my own, without anyone's assistance. So kindly run along and refrain from uttering another word to me ever again."

Yet you spoke anyways.

"Whuh- but you have no weapon. How are you going to fight those Hilichurls?"

Another roll of his eyes— don't you listen to a word he says? He grumpily huffed at your stubbornness, "I had no intention of engaging in a fight with them. I merely had a need for something that happened to be in their camp."

You arched a brow. "They'll attack you on sight."

"I am aware."

"Okay, then how are you going to get it then?"

Before Zandik could utter a word, a Hilichurl emerged from the bush, startling the two of you. Out of instinct, you grabbed the collar of Zandik's shirt and pulled him back, narrowly evading the swing of the Hilichurl's club. You were quick to pull out the dagger from the hilt when Zandik stopped you, a wide, toothy grin on his lips.

Something metallic emerged from the ground, ensnaring the Hilichurl that tried to pursue you both, only to perish from the electric shocks that surged through the contraption, rendering the creature unconscious within mere seconds.

"Traps..." You muttered under your breath, amazed at the machine you'd never seen before, glancing at the boy beside you. He had this crazed glint in his eyes as he relished his accomplishment. "I see, guess you really didn't need my help."

Somehow, you were more shocked to see the boy look so smug, crossing his arms at you as if to say 'I told you so'. But of course, things don't always go according to plan. Danger has a way of creeping up on unsuspecting, vulnerable sheep in the wild.

Hilichurls residing inside the small tent near the campfire emerged, their anger palpable as they confronted the sight of their fallen comrade and the presence of two children. Judging by Zandik's expression, he hadn't considered the possibility of more Hilichurls being present. And truth be told, you hadn't either. It seemed both of you had underestimated the situation, assuming there was only one Hilichurl in the camp.

"So," You began, positioning yourself in front of Zandik. You thought you saw his hands tremble at the threatening growls of the Hilichurls about to attack him, but whether it was just a delusion or if it was real, you didn't mention it to him. "How about I finally take the role of the knight and shining armor?"

Zandik still found it in himself to glare at you once more. "I-I can handle this on my own-"

You ignored the slight shake in his voice. "Can you fight?" The Hilichurls took a step forward, hissing and growling louder. When Zandik stayed silent behind you, you merely shot him a smile. "Thought so. Let me protect you then!"

That made him frown. You? Protect him? Of all people? He was well aware that the villagers would rejoice upon hearing news of him, the so-called freak, being attacked by monsters in some unknown location. Why would you bother exerting the effort to 'save' him when you could easily turn your back and abandon him to face the situation alone?

Zandik refused to express his confusion though.

"You are not gaining anything in return from this, you vermin."

With a sharp laugh and a shake of your head, you raise your dagger. "Sure, I didn't expect anything anyways." Giving him a wink, it was now your turn to smile, even as your enemies closed in on you. "I'm your knight in shining armor, after all!"

ii. friendship

It was merely transactional at first.

Well, for Zandik at least. You believed that the two of you were friends after you've graciously 'saved' him from the rest of the Hilichurls that attacked you both. You were especially convinced by your own imagination when Zandik took it upon himself to patch you up from your injuries.

"To avoid suspicion," He told you, his displease was seemingly permanently etched on his expression as he put a bandaid on your cheek. "They will ask where you got your injuries from, and your mouth will blurt out the truth before you have a chance to think. I'm doing this for my own sake, to save myself from further humiliation." Though, Zandik knew that you thought otherwise if the big, dopey smile on your face wasn't telling enough.

Zandik only tolerated your presence out of convenience. He would never openly admit, especially not to you, that without your combat skills and knowledge, he wouldn't have made it out without injuries. After several days of deep contemplation, he finally proposed an agreement of sorts that would benefit both parties to you.

As long as you would provide him with your assistance for his projects, whether it involved acquiring necessary items, fighting monsters, sneaking into your grandfather's workshop, purchasing supplies (he was considerate enough to give you his allowance), or even just gathering plants during your walks outside. In return, he would help you stay out of trouble. He quickly learned that your parents would ground you if they found out about any reckless actions (you once pushed a kid into a lake to 'teach him how to swim' and you've been grounded for a week ever since).

You would tease him for this, reminding him of the words he once told you.

"You are not gaining anything in return from this, you vermin."

And Zandik would always counter it with a fierce glare, then say, "You can't be of use if you're stuck inside your house. If you want to be... 'friends' with me, then it's essential that you listen to what I tell you," It's hard not to giggle whenever he says that word with such disgust.

He might have taken you for a fool, believing that you were easily swayed by his words. However, deep down, he always had a lingering suspicion that you were merely humoring him, following along with his plans for your own hidden intentions. Despite that, he didn't see it as a significant threat to himself, considering that your compliance and patience had not caused any real harm so far.

As the years went by, Zandik's initial hostility and indifference towards you gradually transformed. From pushing you away when you get too close, straight up insulting you, or merely ignoring your very existence, to allowing brief physical contact, bringing him outside for trivial activities such as watching the sunset or having a picnic, and taking your words of criticism into consideration.

Truly, he did his best to keep you away from him, giving you dangerous tasks to somehow scare you off, but you only took this as a challenge, your physical prowess growing more day by day. In a way, he unwittingly became a catalyst for your growth. It doesn't help that you've shown genuine interest in his studies. It was an unexpected and intriguing dynamic that kept drawing him closer to you, even as he tried to maintain his distance.

The way your eyes would sparkle in wonder whilst you read his notes, or watch him tinker with whatever he was working on had an unexpected effect on Zandik. It made him feel a sense of warmth in his chest, an odd feeling of pride for managing to captivate and awe you.

Since when did he start feeling that...? No matter, it's not much of a big deal.

Zandik's attempts to deny you even a sliver of satisfaction by withholding his attention were in vain. You had a knack for asking thought-provoking questions that ignited a buzzing curiosity in his mind, questions that were too intriguing to be left unanswered.

Once, he would bury his nose in books whenever you were around, hoping to ignore your presence until you eventually went away like the pest he saw you as. But now?

Closing his book upon your grandiose entrance to his bedroom, he raised a brow at your current predicament. "You look awful." That was an understatement. You had a black eye, your clothes were tattered and blood dripped down your nose. He could also spot the subtle limp with the way you walked.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, "I did something stupid." That was all you said, too tired and hurt to quip back at him. With an annoyed sigh, Zandik stood up from his bed and went toward his drawer to grab the medicine kit inside. "Some kids found our usual spot and trashed it... Decided to give 'em a beating cuz of it." Zandik narrowed his eyes at your words and you gave him a half-hearted smile. "I hit 'em with the scabbard."

"You always do something stupid." He scowls, takes a seat beside you, and began to patch up your injuries. "There was no need for you to attack them; they might end up telling your parents about it later. Besides, we can always find a different spot."

Completely ignoring everything else he said, you brightened up against his touch. "So you do pay attention to me!"

Zandik glares at you, shaking his head. "Don't twist my words, you buffoon."

You merely laughed out loud, throwing your head back as your shoulders shook, only to be cut off with a yelp when Zandik presses his finger on a bruise on your arm. "Do not misconstrue our association as having any significance. It is purely beneficial for the both of us, and I harbor no sense of concern or attachment towards you." Zandik hissed.

Despite his digging nails onto your bruise, you chose to bear the pain and gave him a thoughtful look instead. "Mhm, is that why you took out your medicine kit even though I haven't asked you to patch me up?" You queried, tilting your head at the amusing sight of Zandik pausing for a moment, staring at his hands that held bandaids and rubbing alcohol.

"Or when I get too close to a plant that could kill me, you'd stop me and tell me how dangerous it is when I could always step on it and get whatever sickness from it, just so you could try and cure me?"

Zandik pursed his lips at that. He didn't even think of that... Why didn't he...?

For the first time in his brief existence, Zandik found himself at a loss for words. He couldn't refute the undeniable truths you presented, backed by compelling evidence that could surpass any hypothesis he could conjure. He was unable to distance himself from you as effortlessly as he once did.

You find this hilariously satisfying, so you continued. "I've been hanging out with you for a few years now, I think I'm confident to understand some shit that goes through your head. You could easily get rid of me since you can defend yourself, better than we first met, but yet here I am, inside your room, sitting on your bed." And as if you're victorious, you placed your hands on your hips, puffing out your chest. "In conclusion, we are best friends!"

What is this...? Is this what they truly called friendship? A companion who would place unwavering trust in him? Zandik couldn't help but recognize the subtle rhythm of his heartbeat whenever you were in close proximity, or the way his fingers involuntarily twitched at the sound of your laughter or the sight of your smile...

What a load of shit.

The boy rolled his eyes, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, indulge in your fantasies. You are simply a tool of convenience to me."

You couldn't have expected less. You weren't hurt by what he said, you're far more used to harsher words. But you know that you've hit him right where you wanted, seeing the boy fuming where he sat, but you'll drop it for now. You can always prod and tease him in the future.

With a bright smile that made Zandik more confused about his emotions, you let it go. "Right right, of course."

iii. familiarity

From the moment Zandik met you, you became a constant presence in his memories. You stuck by his side like some parasite, annoying him to no end but still proved yourself to be a companion worthy of praise. Strangely enough, you were obedient to him mostly, as if your world began to revolve around him.

So when he was exiled from the village, it came as no surprise to find you faithfully by his side, watchful for pursuers, hand on your sword's hilt.

Zandik had no choice but to let you follow him to the Akademiya and include you in his plans. As long as he remained in control and you willingly played the role of his complaint 'knight', he had little reason to complain. Though Zandik was sure you were going to be a thorn by his side, now that you've also decided to be his roommate.

As to why you were adamant about living in the same space as he does, "You'll die before you can even reach your goals. You can't cook for shit, forget to sleep, and the only way you'll do any of your chores is if they're starting to irritate you or get in your way." You confidently declared, earning an expected glare from Zandik.

"So you'll be the housekeeper of our dorm," he snarkily remarked, crossing his arms as he suspiciously eyed you. Your growing smile only confirmed his skepticism that you were up to something. "Is that what you want? Then go be someone else's housekeeper."

Rarely did his words offend you, but this time, you unexpectedly sighed, your smile losing a bit of its spirit. Your reaction caught Zandik off guard, but he never brought it up. Nevertheless, you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, poking at his cheek to piss him off even more. "Nah, you're not getting rid of me that easily." You chuckle when he swatted your hand away from his face, "Jus' wanna be of service of you, I guess."

Zandik couldn't help but scoff. How long were you going to cling to that foolish agreement the two of you had when you were children? He was already capable enough to go on on his own, and you've always had the freedom to do anything you pleased. And yet, Zandik never once told you to leave, nor did he provide any reason for you to depart from his side

True to your words, you did most of the housework of your own volition, nor did you voice out any complaint. In fact, you quite enjoyed it. Doing laundry, cooking, cleaning the house, throwing the random person you've kidnapped for blood samples in a random alley— while Zandik himself kept himself cooped up in your shared bedroom, slaving himself in whatever he was currently working on.

You still did whatever task Zandik has given you and allow you to contribute more and more to his projects, though you had to remind Zandik repeatedly that, while he was at the Akademiya, not to learn, but take advantage of its benefits (like a good workspace for him and abundant sources if Zandik ever sought knowledge on a certain topic), he was still required to attended classes.

Other than a few problems here and there, living together felt increasingly natural for both of you. Zandik couldn't deny that a sense of closeness had developed between you since you started sharing the same living space. It wasn't as bothersome as he originally thought. It was actually... Nevermind.

You placed a plate of his favorite meal onto the less cluttered side of his desk, as well as a piping hot cup of coffee, even though the clock just struck 12 AM. You knew Zandik would refuse to get a wink of sleep as long as his paperwork was unfinished. He didn't even spare you a glance, merely grabbed the cup of coffee and began to sip while his other hand never ceased its precise and fluid movements as he continued to write. Nothing was bound to break his concentration.

Letting out a small yawn, you gently placed down the bag full of supplies that Zandik needed to complete his current project onto his bed, before kicking off your shoes and climbing onto the top bunk. "I've got everything you needed. I also explored some ruins like you asked and jotted down anything interesting I found on paper." His writing briefly paused, his clothes rustled, and a faint hum of acknowledgment reached your ears. A smile formed on your lips as you peered down at him from above.

"You're lucky we have the same classes since we're in the same Darshan, so I also wrote you notes. It's not like I think you won't catch up, but I thought I'd just spare you the effort of trying to pay attention in class, so you can go ahead and keep doing your personal work."

You watched him momentarily stop his writing to stretch his back, popping his joints, before scarfing down the meal you've cooked just for him. "How thoughtful of you." He quipped, his own way of expressing gratitude, you've liked to think.

But of course, would it truly be a normal day without your drama?

"I know right, I am thoughtful." You said with a swoon onto your bed, dramatically sighing and expressing your woes.

You could basically feel him roll his eyes at your antics. "My, you are unbelievably humble." Zandik sarcastically remarked,

"Oh, just what would you do without me?" You teased, and you intended to leave it off from there, exhaustion weighing your bones. It was just one statement really, but you didn't expect him to cease his relentless scribbling. You raise your head and peered once more at Zandik's hunched form.

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't have made much progress in all of my projects, considering you've always taken care of obtaining my supplies and other necessities," he admitted, putting down his pen and leaning back in his chair, lost in thought. "You've grown smart enough to provide actual solid feedback, even giving me opinions when I hit dead ends. You've proven yourself to be quite useful as my assistant."

You clicked your tongue. "What a charmer."

"Though, even without you, I could still make progress. It wouldn't take me long to solve the problem of acquiring my own supplies and resources." He added, which you pouted at.

"Wow, you had me fooled by a second there. Thought you'd want me to stay by your side."

Zandik raised a curious brow at that. "You've always had the choice either do as you pleased and leave me. It's clear that I don't care much for you." You held back a laugh at that declaration, shaking your head in amusement. "I never asked you to come with me, you were the one who followed me here of your own accord. I was the only one who was exiled between the two of us. But you insisted, even going as far as raising your sword against your own parents just to be by my side."

Without much thought, you simply shrugged at that. You eyed your sword that sat at the corner of your room, eyes trailing each intricate design of its scabbard. "I just did what my heart told me."

Zandik scoffed at that, finally tilting his head up to where you looked down at him, an unimpressed expression on his face. "The heart is merely responsible for pumping oxygenated blood throughout the body. It is the brain that you should listen to."

You barked out a laugh, your eyes getting heavy, but you refused to close your eyes just yet. "Hah, if I start listening to my brain, then I wouldn't be me! Besides, I do use my brain!"

He didn't seem convinced at all, snorting at the notion. "Oh? When? I don't recall a single moment that you have." A small smirk formed on his lips as he saw you glaring at him.

"When I fight! I'm a pretty good strategist."

The silence between you grew more tense than you would have liked, as you found yourself staring into Zandik's scarlet eyes for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he broke the silence and admitted, in defeat,

"... I suppose you're right."

You let out a gasp at his words, a wide grin spread across your face as you quickly retrieved your notepad from your pocket. "Another mark for the 'agreement tally'!" You exclaimed, visibly delighted by the turn of events.

You cheered loudly, prompting an exasperated groan from Zandik at the sight of that dreaded notepad, and opted to return to his paperwork. "Unbelievable," he muttered quietly, focusing completely on the task at hand, already being held back for long enough.

Yet, he couldn't help but bite his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling.

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[softsnzstuff]

Omfg "Weren't you sick just last month?" Is the MOST nurse Steve 🥺

Hi friend! You are SO right and you should say it. Been missing Nurse Steve lately so here’s a little something something!

****

Robin groaned as she stared at the message on the computer screen.

“Password incorrect”

Stupid computer system and making them update passwords every 90 days. She knew she should have written it down when she switched it - and she really had meant to. She just. Forgot.

“Fine I’ll just make a new damn password again…”

She types something on the keys and is immediately hit with:

“Error: New password can not be the same as old password”

“God dammit!” She half yelled, knowing there were no patients in the waiting room to overhear her.

“H’AESSSH!”

Robin jumped, arms flailing, “jesus! Bless you!”

Steve sniffled and quirked an eyebrow. “Thanks. What’s up with you?”

“Trying to reset the stupid fucking password but it says it can’t be the same as any of my old ones.”

“Just make something up.” Steve said as if it was the easiest thing on the planet.

Robin turned around in the swivel chair and put her hands on her hips, “you know what, that’s a great idea Steve. Why didn’t I think of that? Oh because I don’t have any things to make up???”

Steve rolled his eyes before ducking into an elbow. “E’TSCHiew!”

Robin looked at her nonexistent watch and then back at Steve. “Isn’t it a little early for your allergies?”

“I’m sick.” Steve mumbled.

“Weren’t you sick just last month???” Robin countered.

Steve stole a tissue from the box on her desk and swiped at his nose. “Yes. Don’t remind me.”

“Hmm there’s an idea…” Robin grinned.

“What?”

She turned around and typed into the computer before turning around with a goofy smile. Her new password entered was:

$tevesColdSn33z3s

“Ha ha, very funny.” He shook his head before he turned away.

“Well. It worked.” Robin muttered, writing it down on a sticky note on the desk. For the next 90 days, it’ll have to do.

[matchamorphosis]

MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”

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The Arrangement Chapter 11

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: You and Yoongi each share a little of your fucked up pasts

Previous chapter here

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The two of you entered the studio. Yoongi headed for the desk chair. "You can take the couch." 

You gave him a bottle of water and pulled the gimbap out of your purse, handing one to him. 

"Thanks. Now do you see why I don't go to those meetings?" He began to tear the wrapping off the gimbap.

"Yep. That was brutal. They literally just read off of the PowerPoint slides." You took a bite of your food. 

Yoongi scrolled through his phone. "We should go shopping tonight. The stores will be packed tomorrow and Sunday." 

"I don't mind. I can just go tomorrow or something." 

He looked over at you. "I don't do crowds. Let's go tonight."

You sighed, it was clear you weren't winning this argument. "Sounds good. What time will you get done with work today?" You asked, glad some of the negativity was fading from him. 

"I need to do some producing. But I'll try to take a break at 7 and then we can go shopping." 

You almost died a little at how normal and domestic this all sounded. A small part of you wanted your life to be so different from the fucked up life you had experienced as a child. This could be your life. This could be it. It's fake. I don't care. 

"OK sounds good." you finished up your sandwich. "I'm off to continue answering questions that people could easily look up online." 

"Better you than me," he said. 

You stuck your hand out for the sandwich wrapper and sighed.  "Yep. It’s definitely not  work befitting Min Suga genius." You teased as you exited the studio. 

Yoongi smiled and turned around to face his computer. What the fuck was happening? Two days in and he had already bought you towels and was getting ready to go grocery shopping with you. Might as well skip to the wedding at this point, he thought jokingly. At least then someone else would have bought the towels for you. 

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Yoongi picked at his cuticles, his alarm was set to go off in a few minutes. He had done some mixing, but for the most part he ended up writing. He had been very inspired lately for lyrics. Usually it was the beats that came more easily to him and he had to seek out experiences for his lyrics. But lately he had so many feelings and experiences just itching to come out. 

He was worried after that night at the bar that you would distract him from his job but so far he had found the opposite to be true. He was thinking about you less because he knew you were in the office or the apartment. He wasn’t wondering what you were doing all the time. Not that he cared.  Not that he had thought about you all the time. And it was nice to have someone answer emails and calls, and deliver coffee. 

He turned his alarm off preemptively and stood up. He exited the studio. There was no one left on the 14th floor. That wasn’t unusual. He stopped by your desk. It was totally empty. He frowned. How could a person the same age as him have only 2 bags of belongings he wondered. He took out his phone.

YG: What’s going on with Ms. [YLN] work laptop? I see it hasn’t arrived yet. She needs it immediately to help coordinate my collaborations. Additionally, she needs appropriate stationary.

JW: Of course Mr. Min. I will follow up with the IT department immediately and let you know. As for the office supplies I can provide her with some basic stationary immediately. If you require personalized stationary the lead time on orders is 2 weeks. I can send a link to have you/her look over it.

YG: Thank you Jiwoo. Please do that.

Satisfied with himself, he put his phone back in his pocket and headed over to the elevator. He got in. A girl he recognized as Alice, Jin’s main stylist was already on. She had a make-up train case with her and seemed irritated. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement and noticed the button for the 18th floor was already pushed. 

They both awkwardly stood in silence for the short ride. 

The elevator arrived at the 18th floor. Yoongi gestured to her to exit first. She did and headed down the other way towards Jin’s apartment. He must have some event tonight Yoongi thought as he went the other direction to his apartment. He walked in, just realizing he hadn’t been home since yesterday morning. He sighed. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend days at a time in the studio. The first thing he noticed was that his apartment smelled like coffee and girl. It wasn’t a bad thing. It was just different.

He continued into the living room and looked around. There was a light on in the kitchen and a half-empty pot of coffee.  He could see a light peeking out from under your bedroom door. He took out his phone.

YG: I’m home. I’m going to grab a shower first and then we can go. You don’t have to stay holed up in the bedroom.

He walked upstairs, put his phone on the charger, and showered.

You woke up from your nap right at 6:58. Yoongi hadn’t struck you as the type to ever get home from work early so you hadn’t worried about being ready right at 7. You checked your messages and saw where he had texted you as well as Jimin. You pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and headed out to the living room. 

JM: 2 pm. Meet me in the lobby of the 6th floor. Bring a tank top and leggings so you can try on clothes over them. Also I HATE YOU WE WERE THERE UNTIL 5 OMFG 

YN: Sorry sorry XD I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again!

Yoongi emerged a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and looking like a damn snack. “Hey.” He walked over to the kitchen and opened the cabinets to check the ingredients. He looked back over his shoulder, “Seriously, I meant what I texted, Make yourself at home. I'm never here anyways." 

You moved over to the barstool. "Thanks. I'm just so used to sharing small spaces with lots of people I don't really take up a lot of space. The coffee is fresh by the way. I had a cup before napping just now." 

Yoongi didn't really respond, opening up the refrigerator. The two of you were surprised to suddenly hear yelling and screaming in the hallway. 

"What the hell? "Yoongi asked, shutting the fridge and walking over to the front door. “Not again," he muttered under his breath. It sounded like a woman yelling. The blood in your veins ran ice cold, your tongue slowly turned to lead. You heard the front door open and felt dizzy. Suddenly you were in an apartment with Suho and there was screaming. You took a deep breath. No. No. That was years ago. You were in Seoul. You were safe. There were guards here and Yoongi was here. Yoongi? You shook your head, looking around. You started to panic again. 

The woman had stopped screaming. You heard the voices of two men and slowly staggered out towards the hallway. 

"What the fuck Jin?" you heard Yoongi yell. 

"I know. I know. She's just difficult."

"Your girlfriend is a fucking asshole." You heard a girl yell. You recognized her as Alice. She was pulling her make up case down the hallway and crying hard. 

"Alice I'm sorry. You know Lin is a little crazy. She didn't mean any of the stuff she said." Jin pleaded with her.

Alice was sobbing as she pushed the elevator button. "Tell yourself that, jin." 

You didn't want to stare. You felt wrong watching all of this happen but you were also numb at this point, almost experiencing it as though you were outside your body. 

Yoongi breathed in sharply. "Just go home Jin. But this is the second time this week. She needs some  anger management classes or something." Yoongi looked over and saw you standing there, peeking around the corner. 

"Enjoying the show?" He said irritated. 

You snapped back to reality and shook your head. You weren't nosy. You had been scared and didn't want to be in the apartment alone. Yoongi got on the elevator with Alice, leaving you and Jin in the hallway. 

" Goddammit," you heard Jin say as he walked back to his apartment. 

You stood there for a minute replaying everything that had just happened. You took a few deep breaths. Suho wasn't here. You were fine. Yoongi was fine. Apparently Jin had a crazy girlfriend. Alice was Jin's stylist. And Yoongi thought you were a nosey asshole. Great. 

You didn't feel like you could go back to the apartment right now so you decided to head out for a walk. 

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"You don't have to come with me. You don't even know me." Alice sniffed. "I know how to ride an elevator." 

Yoongi shrugged. "Your name is Alice. You've been around for 3 years but became Jin's main stylist a year ago. You are hopelessly in love with him and his new girlfriend suspects. Tell me I'm wrong." 

Alice sniffled, her silence acting as confirmation.  Yoongi observed so much, quietly watching his coworkers over the years. “This is embarrassing.” She sniffled.

" You should file a complaint with the HR department. She can't just scream at staff members." 

"I'm just a stylist."

"Well I'll be filing a complaint. Her loud yelling is fucking annoying." Yoongi put his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. 

Alice laughed a little at that. "Yeah. She's fucking mean. They've actually been dating on and off for years. She yells at Jin too and he always just takes it. That's why she screamed at me tonight. She called him a worthless idiot for like the 500th time and I finally just snapped and told her to shut up."

Yoongi pressed his lips together. He never would have imagined that Jin was being verbally abused. He suddenly felt bad he had been so short with him a few minutes ago. 

The elevator arrived at the 7th floor where several of the girl's dormitories were. "Rest up. She's a bitch." Yoongi said to Alice as she got ready to exit.

"Yeah, thanks. Sorry I've never really talked to you before."

Yoongi shrugged . "It's fine." He pushed the door close button and back to the 18th floor. He had been so surprised to see you standing there. He didn't think you'd be interested in gossip, you had seemed so mature. 

He walked back into the apartment. "Y/N I'm back. Are you ready to go to the store?" 

Silence. 

He sent a message to your phone and heard it ping from the countertop. 

Shit. 

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Yoongi walked outside. It was a little cold out. He tried to tell himself he wasn't chasing after you or looking for you. He was just out stretching his legs. If he happened to run into you, fine. But if not, fine. He reasoned that without your phone or wallet, you had to be nearby. He had left a note for you in the apartment just in case you got back before he did.

Y/N,

Hey. Sorry for all the loud drama. Jin's gf sucks. Text me. You still owe me jjigae.

 He walked through one of the little parks that stood between the skyscrapers and the river. He figured he would do a short lap and then head back. He hated the cold, he thought again as he rubbed his hands together. 

"Yoongi?" he heard a voice. He looked over at the swingset and saw you sitting there. 

"Hey," he walked over. "You left."

"Sorry, I needed some fresh air."  You responded as you watched your breath form in the air.

Yoongi took a seat on the swing next to you. "Yeah. Sorry about that. Jin's girlfriend is apparently awful." 

"Yeah. Poor Alice. I met her the other day, she seemed so sweet."

“How do you already know so many people?” Yoongi wondered aloud. He had been there for years and barely knew anybody. 

You shrugged, “I guess bartending made me good at talking to people.” 

“How did you get into it?” 

“Bartending? Well I wanted a job where I could work nights so I could also have a day job. And the money was really good.”

“That's always your main job criteria?” Yoongi said flippantly.

Rude. “That's a little mean but yea. I'm the main adult who has to support my two siblings and I've had to since I was 20 years old. I had to drop out of college so there's not many options. I haven’t had the luxury of choosing jobs that I might actually be interested in.”  

Yoongi felt like such a shithead. “Sorry. That was a dick thing of me to say. You’re right,  it would be nice if you could have the ability to do a job because you like it. Not because of the money.” 

“It's OK. I'm just sensitive about it.” You looked off in the distance at the river.

“You should be proud. When I was 20 I wasn’t able to even support myself, let alone take care of anybody else.” 

You shrugged. “I’m sure you could have if you had to.”

“No. I’m telling you. When I was 20 I was on my own. And I was homeless because I couldn’t support myself. So the fact that you actually made it work while taking care of people is pretty amazing.”

“Thanks. And wow. I had no idea. That sucks. I’m glad you’re not homeless anymore.” You looked over at him. You never would have guessed. You just assumed he had always been well off. 

“Right? That would suck.” Yoongi agreed, glad you weren’t turning his trauma into a big deal. “Yeah, I got discovered by a talent scout and BigHit brought me to Seoul and set me up in one of the dorms here.”

“Wow. I got discovered by some rich asshole with dimples in a bar, who I thought was running a sex-trafficking ring.” You joked. Yoongi laughed, while gently swinging. 

"While we’re sharing our tragic backstories, that's actually one of the reasons I came out there." You began. You figured if Yoongi was willing to share some of his fucked-up ness you could do the same. "In the hallway. I didn't want to be alone. People yelling and screaming puts me on edge. I wasn’t trying to be nosy" you thought about how to best phrase what you wanted to say next. "I was raised in an environment where that happened a lot. Yelling. Screaming. And things got very violent, very quickly, in our house." 

Yoongi sat next to you on the swings listening intently to your confession. He never would have guessed that about you. You seemed so well-adjusted." I'm sorry that you grew up in a place like that." He said, carefully studying your face." And I'm sorry that Jin's girlfriend caused you to be uncomfortable. I had no idea or I wouldn't have said anything to you about being in the hallway" 

"it's OK. Well, I mean, it's not ok  what happened to me, but it's over now. Thanks." you looked over at him. He was blowing on his hands. "Are you cold?"

"Yes, it’s freezing out here" 

You scoffed, “It's a little cold. Here," you stood up and put your hands around his before he could object.

"How are you so hot?” He asked, enjoying the furnace of your hands. 

“You know I look in the mirror every day and ask myself the same question.” You replied with a straight face. Yoongi wrinkled his nose causing you to laugh. “Come on. I don’t want to get fired for letting you freeze to death.” You pulled on his hands to get him off the swing. “Do you still want to go shopping?”

“Yep. I have the list in my phone. Since we’re already out let’s walk to the real grocery store. The BigHit store has an ok amount of things, but not as much as an outside store.”

“Ok, I need to go back and grab my wallet.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But I--”

“You’ve seen my apartment. Don’t argue with me.” He started to walk back towards the city center. 

You sighed. Yes. He was super rich and you weren’t. “Fine. But I am doing this under protest.”

“Your protest is noted, come along, assistant. I’ll let you carry the bags.” NEXT CHAPTER

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promise - 1 (knj)

Chapter 1: New Year’s Eve

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Summary- It’s NYE and you can’t wait to bring in 2017 surrounded by your friends, but there’s a new cute boy around. You’re intrigued but quickly find out there is it’s no good being cute when he’s literally the most infuriating person you’ve met.

word count- 3.1k

pairing- asshole!Namjoon x Reader (alternatively, edgelord!Namjoon)

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, roommatesau, enemies2lovers, slow burn, this chapter is platonic fluff(and angst I guess), future angst, fluff and smut

warnings- alcohol consumption, marijuana consumption, Namjoon being an absolute ass, he’s against socialism for a hot second (to rile her up, our Joonie is still woke tho nw), mention of sex, Jungkook’s parents based on my actual best friend’s parents (shoutout to their amazing jello shots!)

a.n- Well, well, well... if it isn’t my simp ass writing another Namjoon series. Love that about me. Get ready for some slow burn and a lot of Namjoon just being annoying! 🥴This is a drabbleish series so most parts will be about 2-3k.

Thanks for the beautiful @ditttiii​ for beta reading and to @aroseforyoongi​ for helping me with the political argument (also for dubbing this Namjoon edgelord!joon 🤣)

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You were running late. Very late.  With a sigh you watched the street pass you by in a blur, the distant roar of your bus dimmed by the rap music that blasted through your ears. You looked at the group chat to be bombarded by messages.

Jungkook: bro istg if you’re not here in the next ten minutes

Hoseok: HURRY UP! JK IS DOING SHOTS WITH HIS DAD OMFG

Jimin: OMG Y/N. WE’RE GETTING DRUNK WITHOUT YOU

Jungkook: adsdsd duddde u suk wdt syop taling foevr

Yoongi: I’m gonna drink all the whiskey I got from Korea this week if you don’t get your butt over here.

Yoongi: Jieun says hi btw!

The texts continued to devolve into nonsense as you willed the bus to move faster. You were annoyed. Jungkook had planned the new year’s party at his parent’s house, and you were beyond excited to party, having spent the entire winter break stuck at home with your parents as they argued over the smallest things. You tightened your grip around your duffle bag as the bus came to a stop. Trudging through the snow you finally reached the familiar red door of your best friend’s house.

You knocked, taking in the large three-storey suburban house as you waited to be let in, already digging through your backpack for the bottle of tequila you had brought along. If they took any more time to open the door, you were going to start drinking right there on the porch. Before you could uncap your bottle, you were greeted by Jungkook’s dad, the familiar, jolly older man moved his hair out of his eyes as he greeted you.

However, before you could finally get out of the cold, he stopped you, presenting a tray of colourful jello shots.

“Y/N! Penalty for being late. You have to take a shot!” He laughed as you sputtered, his face reddened by what you assumed was alcohol. You had known Jungkook since the two of you were freshmen in university and had routinely stayed with him and his parents during break, but you had never seen Mr. Jeon this drunk. You stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he insisted, your friend finally joining him and encouraging you as you tentatively took a shot.

“I changed my mind! One of every colour!” Mr Jeon exclaimed joyously as Jungkook groaned.

“Dad! It’s cold. Let her in!” He whined and thankfully, you were let in. Taking off your shoes and leaving your bag by the door, you ventured into the living room where you saw all your friends. Hoseok leaned where he sat on the couch, his face buried in his phone as he, no doubt, texted his hookup. Jimin danced next to the Christmas tree the Jeons had yet to put away with a glass of liquor as Yoongi played the piano in the corner, cuddling with his girlfriend Jieun. Bubbling warmth swelled your heart as you saw all your favourite people.

“Come on let’s get you a drink!” Jungkook put his arm around you, planting most of his weight on you due to the alcohol raging through his veins as he guided you to the kitchen through the living room. In the kitchen, you were met by the sight of his parents swaying together to Yoongi’s expert piano skills, and a man you didn’t recognize sitting at the breakfast island, talking to Jungkook’s younger sister animatedly, who seemed to be trying to leave the conversation.

Jungkook poured you a rum and coke, easy on the coke, as he made his way to the breakfast bar. You stood next to his sister, making small talk before she excused herself to go to her room. She never stuck around long during these get-togethers. 

When she left, you were left standing awkwardly next to the only stranger at this party. The first thing you noticed was that he was tall. Much taller than all your friends, his dark black hair styled away from his face, a strand falling on his forehead shaped like a comma. He was dressed much like everyone else in dark wash jeans and a navy t-shirt with white leaves outlined on the sleeves, except his jeans fit him almost too perfectly, sculpting his thick thighs. Although he seemed friendly, greeting you with a pretty dimpled smile, your sudden attraction to him made you nervous.

“Hi. I’m Namjoon,” he said, eyeing you from over his cup as he sipped whatever concoction he was drinking.

“Oh shit! I keep forgetting you guys have never met!” Jungkook slurred as he sidled up to the two of you with his stool, leaving you standing between the two sitting boys. “Namjoon and I have been friends for years. I think we probably met the same time you and I did, but I guess we never ended up meeting together?” He ended his statement as a question, and it surprised you. You thought in three years you would have met all of his friends. 

“Well, that and I took a break from school. I was doing an internship in California.” He beamed, clearly proud of his achievement. “I worked at Twitch, you know them?” He smirked, and you had to fight your urge to roll your eyes. Of course, he worked in Cali. You went to a university renowned for its engineering degree and it was the goal of every software engineering student to land an internship in California. Those lucky enough to achieve it used it as social currency and bragging rights. You despise those people. It wasn’t that you weren’t smart enough to land that opportunity, in fact, you were coming off of your internship with Facebook last term, but you always felt flaunting a job to be such an ugly trait. However, Namjoon was Jungkook’s friend and so you let it slide.

“Ah Twitch. Very cool.” you hummed as you drank.

“Yeah. What program are you in?” He asked, continuing the conversation as Jungkook disappeared to talk to his parents, trying to convince them to retire for the night since they had embarrassed him enough.

“Computer science,” you replied non-committedly, watching his face break into a wide smile.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Me too!” He replied excitedly. You had to admit, his smile was very charming and you let your guard down a little more. Maybe he just got influenced by kids in your program to brag about Cali. “I haven’t seen you in any of my classes though! Would’ve remembered you. None of the other compsci girls are this pretty.” He smirked, clearly proud of his flirtatious comment. You narrowed your eyes at him, immediately put off.

“So glad to know you deem me pretty enough to notice.” You rolled your eyes, before grabbing your bottle of tequila and a few disposable shot glasses and making your way to the living room. “Well, it was… okay to meet you. I’m gonna go do shots.”

“Wait! I’m sorry, did I offend you?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he easily caught up to you, walking beside you and even sitting next to you on the floor, as you lined up the glasses to pour the drinks for everyone.

“No it’s cool, dude. We just don’t have anything in common,” you said nonchalantly as the rest of your friends crowded the table, excitedly taking a shot glass in hand as Jungkook waltzed in with a plate full of lime wedges and an intricately expensive-looking salt shaker. Namjoon didn’t say anything as everyone took their shots, but watched you throw back your drink, noticing the small smile that overtook your features as the alcohol from earlier finally started to take effect. 

After a few more shots, the party really started. Although there were only seven people, your rowdy, borderline chaotic group had you laughing. Hoseok was going on some tale about his adventures back home where he ended up at a bar with his high school friends and got the numbers of four girls by doing a disgustingly named muff-diver shot. He bragged about his game, and you burst his bubble by telling him it was really only because he was hot. Something he didn’t take much offence to as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Namjoon, however, came to Hoseok’s defence, much to your annoyance.

“And how would you know? I doubt Hobi here has used his A+ game on you.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… you guys are friends, I doubt he would try to pick you up.” He spoke with a logical tone, as he eyed you and Hoseok.

“Oh really? Okay Hobi. Since your game is so great. Let’s see it.” You turned around, staring at your friend next to you. Namjoon leaned back against his hands on the floor, watching the scene unfold with a smirk.

“Really darling? Don’t blame me when you fall for me.” Hoseok moved closer, finishing his drink as you huffed in annoyance. You were in your first stage of drunk, the stage where you got mean for no reason

“Get on with it, loser. Your face is making me drier as we speak.” You waved as Hoseok leaned in, his nose rubbing gently against your ear, his breath on your neck, making you shiver slightly.

“Hey baby, how about you let me take you downstairs and defile you on Jungkook’s Iron Man sheets.” His voice was low, almost a growl. You never thought you would hear Hoseok’s sexy pickup voice and you were sure that if you were someone who had not seen him whine and cling onto you after a few drinks, you’d be putty in his hand. Instead, you burst out laughing, doubling over with your hands on his thighs as tears of mirth filled your eyes. Not one to give up that easily, Hoseok continued.

“See. I’m a funny guy Y/N. Let me eat that pussy!” He couldn’t hold back any longer either, his voice breaking at the word pussy as he too devolved into a fit of laughter. His comment, however, broke Yoongi and Jieun out of their bubble as they looked up from their make out session, looks of horror on their faces.

“Please tell me you did not just say that Hobi!” Jieun chided, her voice shrill.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” Yoongi shivered as he drank more of his whiskey in an attempt to calm himself. Hoseok and you continued laughing at your friends’ reaction, the rest of the group joining in, except Namjoon who seemed to be watching the two of you with raised brows.

“Wait. I don’t get it. That should’ve worked.”

“Yeah dude. Y/N what the fuck? Let me eat that pussy!” Hoseok grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you while screaming at your face, between giggles.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna get a stomach ache. Stop!” you wheezed, before turning to Namjoon. “Sorry dude. I’ve literally helped Hobi pee once. There’s no going back to sexy when you see him whine about forgetting how urinating works.”

“Yeah and no offence babe, but you literally had your hands on my dick and it was flaccid as hell.”

“You guys are weirdly close,” Namjoon commented, his face scrunched as he assessed you and Hoseok.

“You think they’re close, you should see her and Jungkook. They even slept together!” Jimin remarks finally sitting down after dancing by himself for the past twenty minutes.

“And it was fucking horrible. High five!” Jungkook leans over the coffee table to slap his hand against yours, the two of you giggling.

“What kind of incestuous group is this?” Namjoon remarked, sipping his drink before turning to you where he watched you leaned over the table as you still slapped your hand against Jungkook’s to the beat of the music. “So when’s my turn?”

“Excuse me?” You recoil away from Namjoon, almost jumping in Hoseok’s lap. Oh here it was; stage two of your drunk persona, anger. You felt it coursing in your veins at his insinuation. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Apparently the group dick toucher.” He smirked again, that annoying lopsided smile that made his one dimple deepen in his cheek. “I promise I won’t be flaccid like Hobi was.”

“Okay! Y/N and I are going on a walk!” Hoseok exclaimed as he saw your fist clenched. He knew you were ten seconds away from punching Namjoon in the face, and he put his arms around your waist and easily hoisted you up, walking you to the front door.

“Hobi I swear to god, I’m gonna murder him.” You glared at Namjoon as he returned your heated stare with an easy smile and a wave.

“I know babe. So we’re going on a walk. Let’s go pick up some food, yeah?”

The two of you walked around the block to the nearest McDonalds, picking up an assortment of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets for the party, even getting Namjoon what he wanted, despite your burning desire that he starve to death. By the time, you returned to the party and took a couple more shots you were sufficiently cheered up. Hoseok had that affect on you, calming your mood with his jokes and anecdotes. 

Cuddled with Hoseok as you sat between his legs on the couch, the two of you shared a vape as you let the weed settle in your bones with a mellow buzz. Jimin sat in front of you on the floor, leaning against you as you ran your hands through his hair, enjoying the soft fluff. You were so glad that he had decided to forego his usual hair wax today. You felt like you were in utter bliss, your annoyance with Namjoon long forgotten. That is until you tuned into his conversation with Jungkook - not that you had any choice, because even though he seemed to be talking to Jungkook, his eyes were pointed at you.

“I’m just saying capitalism is the reason you’re sitting here in this nice home. People who can’t afford healthcare or education just need to work harder. That’s how life works.” Namjoon sipped his drink, raising an eyebrow at you, and you decidedly ignored his baiting. It was like he was trying to get you mad on purpose. You didn’t understand his gameplan. Why couldn’t he just let you enjoy bringing in 2017 like an adult?

“Dude… why are we even talking about this?” Jungkook groaned, face scrunching in distaste.

“I’m just saying people shouldn’t look for a handout when there are literally thousands of skills they could learn to make their lives easier. Why are we using our tax dollars for the lazy?” Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze boring holes into you as you stared him down. Oh curse your stupid resolve, why did this fucker know you so well, you literally just met! Before you could stop yourself, you were speaking.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid? That is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Education and healthcare are a human right!” Your voice was louder than usual, startling Hoseok and Jimin as you suddenly stood up, walking over to where a smug looking Namjoon and a confused Jungkook sat on the floor.

“I’m not, but you must be, to not realize that we could invest in teaching people skills to make money instead of just giving them money. Don’t tell me you’re a communist.” He sipped his drink, his eyes dancing with mirth, relishing the fact that he had gotten you to argue. And argue you did, for over an hour, the room forgotten as the two of you discussed social policies and taxation laws, ignoring Jungkook’s protests (“We live in a social democracy!”). You could feel the fire in your veins as you raised your voice, while he calmly discussed the matter at hand. Even though Namjoon was the most infuriating person you had ever met, the fact that he kept up with your arguments was extremely satisfying. Your friends knew you were the kind of person to debate a point until all the sides were uncovered so they would never start an argument with you, and as much as you hated Namjoon, you loved that he was such a great sparring partner.

“Oh my god! Shut the fuck up!” Jimin yelled suddenly, breaking you and Namjoon out of your bubble, as you looked at your usually bubbly friend, staring daggers at you. You sheepishly apologized, just as the countdown began.

Everyone stood and you followed suit. However the alcohol in your body decided to catch up as you stumbled, instinctively grabbing on to Namjoon’s arm to not fall over. As you’ve started to realize is his ammo, he one-upped you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so nice and firm?

The countdown got closer to one and you felt trapped by his gaze, an intense look in his eye as he smirked at you. His eyes travelled from your eyes to your lips and you felt as if your chest was getting tighter.

“Three!” your friends yelled, but your mouth felt too dry to speak up. You licked your lips and Namjoon’s smirk widened. Why did you find his arrogant face so attractive all of a sudden? You wanted to punch him not two seconds ago!

“Two!” He started to lean in and despite yourself, you started anticipating his lips on yours. 

“One!” Suddenly, your earlier resolve kicked in. No dude who insulted you all night was going to touch you. You pushed him off turning around to Jungkook.

“Happy New Year!” You pulled your best friend towards you by his collar, giving him a loud peck on the lips as everyone cheered. Jungkook smiled, pulling you into a hug and jostling you around, giving you a chance to catch the dumbfounded look on Namjoon’s face.

You hugged all of your friends in turn, and when Namjoon, still with his mouth slightly ajar, looked at you expectantly, you raised your hand to him with a smug smile. You kind of felt bad for the way he deflated before he shook your hand, but before you could dwell too much on that feeling, he tugged you closer.

“Well played,” he whispered in your ear, his breath ghosting your neck, and you felt heat rising up your neck. You pulled away with a scowl and before he could say anything else, your phone pinged, the screen lit with the last name you wanted to see.

Taehyung (3 messages)

Oh great. What did the fuck did he want?

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Cuddling imagines for the brothers +Diavolo as a bonus because I felt the need to write something fluffy. These are really fun to write ngl.

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Cuddling Imagines with the Brothers +Diavolo:

Lucifer:

-He isn’t exactly the cuddly type if you couldn’t tell already. He’s pretty reserved when it comes to giving and receiving affection

-That doesn’t mean he dislikes it by any means!

-It’s just hard for him to accommodate to having a partner and receiving physical affection

-He gets used to it after a while

-But for the first few months of you guys going out, he kinda tends to lay quite still while cuddling in bed

-Sometimes it feels like you’re cuddling a lamppost

-Stiff and unresponsive

-He’s still not exactly the biggest fan of cuddling but he finds your little acts of love cute

-He’s OK with you laying your head on his chest at night since you are close but your presence isn’t too overwhelming

-He also really likes having you sit on his lap while he works sometimes which I don’t think helps him concentrate on his paperwork at all

-Overall, while he isn’t too keen on cuddling, he tolerates it and he is more than happy to lay down with you if you had a bad day

-“What is it? You want to lay down for a while? Well, I suppose it’s not a bad idea. Perhaps a little break would be nice.”

Mammon:

-This boy probably loves affection more than his brothers at times

-He genuinely likes your head pats and hugs but he adores the idea of cuddling with you after a long day

-If you guys sleep in the same bed at night, he tends to cling to you in his sleep

-Like, he will involuntarily attach himself to your arm or something

-One morning you woke up on top of him

-He doesn’t care about positions when cuddling

-He could be the big spoon or the little spoon

-Either way, he gets to stay close to you

-Surprisingly, he’s the one initiating cuddles usually

-“Human! I demand you stop doing your homework and that you come cuddle me for a bit. Please...?”

-Whenever you start cuddling into him at night, he gets all flustered and actually stops working for a few seconds

-The King of hogging all the blankets and pillows

-But that’s OK because he’s like a human size radiator

-He radiates warmth during the night

-Plus, you get to hear his morning voice the next day whenever you guys share a bed and the way he growls whenever you wake him up

-That’s definitely a bonus

-“What are ya doing? MC get in here, Imma cuddle the shit out of ya.”

Levi:

-He is so shy when it comes to any form of physical contact

-He almost passes out when you guys hold hands

-Let alone sitting in his lap while he watches anime

-MC, do you want the man to have a heart attack?

-He’s so hesitating to sleep in the same bed as you for the first few days of your relationship

-Because why would you want to spend your night next to a disgusting otaku like him?

-Give him a couple of days and then he won’t be able to sleep without you in the same bed

-He is almost suffocating during the night and much like Mammon, will cling to you as if his life depends on it

-Only problem is, this boy barely sleeps because he is too preoccupied with playing video games until past midnight

-Is this guy nocturnal or what?

-You will sometimes have to literally drag him away from the computer and forcefully tuck him in before giving him an aggressive goodnight kiss and slipping in next to him

-That will leave him stunned for a bit

-Likes hugging you from behind while sleeping a lot but doesn’t mind you holding him from time to time

-“So uh, a new season came for that anime we were watching the other day. Do you...uh, maybe want to lay down and watch it together?”

Satan:

-Your hugs are one of the only things that can stop him from going on a rampage at times

-He enjoys cuddling to a degree

-Cuddling up next to him in the evening while he reads is very relaxing for him

-And him getting to see your sleeping face on his shoulder is a bonus for him

-He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable with clinging too much to you

-Very wholesome moments with him in the library

-Run a hand through his hair and he will melt

-Just your existence is the best thing that’s ever happened to him

-He tends to sneak a few kisses every now again while cuddling

-For the sole purpose of seeing you all caught off guard and flustered

-Lay on top of him please, he really likes holding you

-He isn’t squirmy while you guys sleep, like Lucifer, so it’s really easy to get in a comfortable position with him

-Cup his face from time to time and he will break

-Aghhh you’re too cute damn it

-“Hey MC? Would mind staying like this just for a little longer?”

Asmo:

-OK but I think people aren’t giving Asmo enough credit for this kind of thing

-It’s true, he is the Avatar of Lust

-But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love wholesome and innocent moments like cuddling with his partner

-He often looks forward to these moments actually, where he gets to just lay down and appreciate his love for you

-Sometimes it escalates to steamier stuff but other times it doesn’t

-As long as he’s with you, he doesn’t really care

-He likes being held while cuddling and obviously adores all the kisses you give him during those times

-At night, you two are basically taped together

-Snuggle next to him and he will almost die from your cuteness

-Takes several pictures of you sleeping because your face is too beautiful to pass up on an opportunity like that.

-He sometimes insists on cuddling in public

-Yeah he’s horny almost all the time but he can be such a soft boy

-“You want to stay like this for a while darling? Well, who am I to deny you? Besides, this is quite nice.”

Beel:

-His hugs are to kill for

-It’s so easy to cuddle with him since he’s so comfortable and warm

-Obviously, due his size, it’s easier for him to hold you during cuddling sessions

-But he admittedly enjoys you wringing your arms around his neck sometimes and pressing little kisses onto his cheeks

-Is so gentle with you because he is kinda scared he might break every bone in your body if he hugs you too tightly

-He needs lots of affection, please give it to him

-He likes listening to your voice while cuddling

-He finds it very calming and reassuring

-Wants you to feel safe in his arms

-He’s the best at comforting so if you had a bad day and just want to cuddle he’s the right choice for ya

-Only downside to him cuddling you is that he has to get up every ten minutes to go eat

-But then again he could just bring a lot of snacks with him and cuddle you while he’s eating

-Problem fixed

-Also, Belphie is usually there in the background, appreciating the fact you guys are trying to be quiet the whole time so he can sleep

-“MC! I brought a bunch of food with me and now we can cuddle for longer!”

-“Beel you don’t have to whisper, I’m awake.”

Belphegour:

-The KING OF CUDDLING

-Would probably put everyone else to shame with how good he is at it

-You start dating Belphie

-You are now his pillow

-You don’t get a choice

-He will fall asleep on you every time

-Snuggly up to him while he’s asleep and, without waking up, will pull you closer to him

-You bought the two of you a matching pyjama set and fuck he’s fallen harder in love with you

-Will place his head in your lap and not get up for hours on end

-He likes having your fingers run through his hair too

-It lulls him to sleep

-Whines and complains if you have to get out of bed

-Since you’re there next to him most nights, he stops having nightmares or at least the really bad ones

-Waking up and seeing you next to him asleep is a blessing for him

-Ah your voice is also calming to him

-“Where do you think you’re going? Get back in bed dumbass, I’m not done cuddling with you. I can’t sleep without my pillow y’know?”

*Bonus* Diavolo:

-He’s actually very cuddly

-Tends to talk a lot during cuddling

-Omfg his laugh is precious

-Sometimes he kinda wishes he didn’t have all those boring duties to fulfill as a prince and instead just wants sleep in with you

-Its impossible for get out of his grip, I’m telling you

-Finds almost everything you do adorable

-He will wholeheartedly laugh and kiss you when you give him one of those sleepy looks in the morning

-Will probably say a joke or something while cuddling just to have you burst out laughing

-Barbatos occasionally walks in, notices you two soundly asleep while cuddling, smiles and walks out

-Even his butler has approved your relationship

-“I do wish I could spend more of my morning with you like this dear. These moments with you are marvellous.”

Al~

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so ayon nga hehe

so ayon nga mga marecakes hehe narrate ko na lang nangyari today.

so i was like chilling today right im all set for school because i did my homeworks naman days before it was needed so i was like, "aight lets get this shit today". tapos karlo message me he wanted cuddles eh i was like hMMM... we just made out the other day eh and its like tuesday palang today !! i told him nalang na make it happen, not rlly thinking he would make it happen. but this mf took it as a challenge and actually made it happen.

before all that tho i was badtrip because ha made a very uncalled for rape joke and it fucked me up in the head, plus the fact na im being taken to someplace unfamiliar. i was very tensed the whole ride there. anw he didnt get the hint na it was THAT awful to me, but its aight we resolvedt it already. i'll keep a tab on this tho. for me that was a red flag.

anyways we made out in this tambayan place their family owns. basically it has a large parking lot and across that space was this little studio type housie house. the place had a large ass gate, wasnt really paying attention to what he was saying about the place because i was still tensed with the bad joke he made. anyways we went in and it was a very nice place. outside the house, it wasnt that obvious, but when you go in, it legit looked like one of those sala sets in malls with the note "thank you for not sitting" typa shit. so yeah it was nice it had same vibes with vista mall maybe because of the ceiling yellow scattered lights and of the fresh ass furniture and the whole place itself. it was a pretty decent size, not too big not too small for at least two people to share in the long run. it also had this aircon i always wanted the expensive ones u see in 5 stars. anyways it was quickly cold. there was also the bathroom that had a shower, then theres this chair where you pull a button and a foot rest will pop up lmfao. there were also two other sofa charis by the window. the window was the type then you push back up, not much windows tbh. but thats aight and reasonable since it has an aircon. i was tensed at first when the room was opened. it was obviously recently used idk maybe by his relative. WAS TENSED BRO same feeling when you enter an empty room newly unlocked by your teacher. THAT. that typa anxiety. anyways eventually joined him to sit by the small bed. was pretty much good for one big ass person to comfortably lie on, but fitted both of us nicely. didn't really bottom at that sesh so i don't really remember if the bed was uratex when weight is applied on me but it probably is AHSHDHASHDHSAHDSAHAH ok mej funny yun goiz liek- HAHA ok serious na nga hmpz. we cuddled first before doing nasty stuff. it was nice. i'd exchange all those laplapan just to wholesomely cuddle in peace and probably have a great nap together. i like the feeling the warm feeling. it was nice. yes. anyways,, yeah it was nice. cant stop talking about how nice it was because it was nice. heck... it was so nice. it was so heart heart. idc about my coochie getting rubbed, CUDDLE ME BITCH. anyways we started kissing and the rest is historyYYYYYY. jk. basically the make out routine starts with cuddling then kissing then he touches me until it reacher the forbidden softie softie, main bec he likes hearing my sexy ass moan. even before in tinder when i vm my boytoys for the first time the first thing they say my voice is smexy. cant blame them i agree. even when im alone and i randomly fake moan gat dam bro i get turned on too LMFAO. so yeah i moaned bec it was music to his ears and turned him on big time. was ngl kinda steamy when we breathe in each others mouth thats one of my favorite parts of it and also when i suck on his tongue. or also when i moan into his mouth. yep. also when he cusses it means im doing a great job. hehe. nice stuff ryt there. we pause sometimes to rest, then go aead again. i got many rounds that day. we did same stuff on the bed several times. then he pulled me so i'd be on top. im such a great top bro he aint know hoe to topppp. then was cuddling on top of him and then accidentally (wink wink) grinded on his rock solid stuff. he was turned on sabi nya shit anuyon sabi ka ah ayaw mo ok BUT THEN he was like gusto ko. tnagina pabebe yarn. anw i started kissing then grinding and he was cussing bec im so good at it. later my pants were off and later his shorts too. so we were underwear-away from grinding on directly. was nice got me tiredt. THEN HAHAH i saw this 5 peso coin by the bed and i was like eto yung token sa rides AHSDHASHDASHDHA WOF YAN TEH? tangina tawang tawa sya gago ang funny ko tlg san ka makakakuha ng kallapan na funny. tas nilagay ko sa gilid nya singko started grinding again. bet u he was grinding too. AND IT WAS SO HARD IT LOWKEY HURT TO GRIND ON. GEEZAS. so basically the whole bed was shaking. and i did my deed as a good girl to keep the music on (aka moaning) because there was no music. felt like

asmr. boring af. unlike when we make out sa car, theres always music. i like making out on the white chev instead of the fortuner BECAUSE THE FORTUNERS WINDOWS AIN TINTED what in the world was i thinking making out inside an untinted car INSIDE A PARK WHERE THERE ARE LOTSA PPL PASSING BY. anyways back to the bed, we paused, cuddled. then i was badtrip again for some reason so i got up to get dressed but we eventually made out again on the sofa hehe. legs spread again bec he liked touching there so i let him. then eventually was begging me to allow him to eat me out but i was like BROOOO NOOOO you gon taste it and it be not groomed yet in anyway but he was alr there begging looool he looked so adorbs but NOOO. i asked wala ka man benefit jan, sabi nya ikaw meron. tas sabi ko why do u wanna do it, he said he wasnted to satify me liek HNGGGGGG ok i would let you but it really not be groomed oakay NEXT TIME for sure. AND HECK the lights were on. it was daylight and the lights were on like hasdhahsdhashdas it feels liek im being eaten out at the home decor station at vista mall U GUYZ. anyways ayon. after non i think he tried carrying me for some reason. and i knew he found me heavy lols. but yeah i was a cute little moment he carried me around the room pretending its a mall and he's touring me and shit, "to your left, is the sala set, to your right is the flat screen tv..." things like that HAHAHA funny cute moment. anw later on we found ourselves sitting on the little bed again i was on top of him. he didnt want to lay down bec he alrady made the bed lol so we started grinding again sitting, me on top doing my best !! giving my all !! bec he also had a finger down there as i grinded on his stuff so it basically felt like a direct grind lols. anyways was nice. then later on we made out standing up. was kinda hard because he was 7 inches taller. OH AKALA NYO TITE SIZE YUNG 7 INCHES NOH. hinde. so ayon we were making out and he was shy to ask for a deep throat HAHSDHAHDHAS HECK NAW BITCH U TOLD ME A RAPE JOKE. so this is the part where i get revenge. he was standing there, and i was teasing him. was acting clueless, but he hinted he wanted his belt off so i took it off. was honestly confused with the belt. lol. anw i got to remove it and said, so ano next? playfully hhehhehehe. anyways ayon nga eventually me teased him everrr soooo slowly his dick went from solid-jelly-solid-jelly. LMFAO omfg will i cause him illness? omg. anwwww ayon. later on i removed his shorts as he asked. then i stepped aaway from him across the room because he was doing the shy type hands while hsis shorts was by his foot. and i LOL'd at him for a good few minutes just clapping my hands out of entertainment HAHSDHAHSDAS. then he asked me to put my hands inside, did it slowly and i told him to smile ka nga muna. AND HA THE MF WAS SHAKING. LOL. my fucking powerrrrrrr. anyways later on i was teasing out the underwear, then later i got my hands in again and then touchedt the dick *YAY* finally we got there!! anw it was only for a few secs and i told him its over HAHAHA. then i put his shorts back up again, but subtly teasing that i would suck. bec the shorts were by his ankles so i had to kneel. did i suck? no. did i make sure he thought i was? YES BITCH. and then he lay down fretting because i didnt suck his dick and then while was laying down i opened his shorts again to pretend that his dick was a computer mouse and told him "lets play solitaire, o kaya counterstrike or maybe purble place. gawa ng cake hehe" lmfao mfer be cry laughing because he dont know what to do bec he was teased. so ayon we ended that way and i thought he was bad trip bec of what i did. but he assured me na di naman like dapat lang duh. anyways ayon hehe.

uwi na kami after nakauwi ako 1. andon kami 10. hehe. hinatid nya man me pauwi. tho yung byahe pauwi di pa kami nakakalayo sa place he pulled over so i was confused bec there were no big vehicles incoming but to my surpris he started kissimg me again lol bro deins ka ba nasasawa. anw yon. was nice naman. making out with a guy from a rich fam is nice bec yall dont need to pay to rent in motels lol but still has pressure, bec if we end on a bad note, i swear most of the blgs here are engineered by his relatives. thats how prominent they are. the place we went to is owned by his uncle, who works at legazpi rn thats why the place was vacant. theyre making a mall i think idk. so thats why his uncle is making another like that na place dun. so he has somewhere to stay. like what in the wealth... its crazy how people have money. and for sure even if the place we stayed in was small, it costs millions fr. anyways ayun yung promised detailed chika ko. hehe ciao. mej pokpok nga me pero look at me suffering the consequences, may sipon na ako aside sa ubo because he had mild sipon. now my sipon is malala compared to his, and he alr is recoveredt tangina unfair. but yesterday he insisted to see me to drop off some meds and he hugeed me and cried. because i asked for a time out the night before. bec i was having a hard time. he allowed it but over thinkedt it so yeah he cried while hugging me tight in the car. and kept on saying sorry mainly bec of the sipon thing. but it was, i felt, directed to the other stuff he had disappointed me with. anyways before that sabi nya ok lang ba sayo mag punta munang emall may bibilhin lang, sabi ko naur im sick. it was bec he wanted to buy me gummy worms lol. cute. u shoulda bought them before going to me, mofo. jk. loveee u penggg.

[itsbangtangang]

Little did she know...

Paring: BTS Jungkook x Tan skin reader (black/brown girl, idk)

Genre: College au | Fluff | A tiny angst | Smut |

Words: 6,200

Warning: Idk, I’m just thirsty asf for this boy

Summary: Jungkook, the only one who melted the Ice queen’s heart, and viceversa.

Chapter 1

You were a kind girl. A kind yet a bad girl.

You are a kind girl because you help people, you are friendly, you go easy with people and you are quite intelligent. But you are considerate a bad girl because you turn down all the boys’ requests. You are not a bad person though, but you hate boys. In college there were a lot of boys, however, you didn't seem interested in any. Even your friends were surprised at your actions.

"Hey Y / N, what do you think about the new Asian group? I think they are so cute! But, not only cute, also great visuals and stunned bodies," said Jane, the friend who always brought gossip.

This Asian group came from Korea. People thinks they are popstars. They look like, but apparently they aren’t, they just came to study like everybody in your campus do.

"Mm, I don't know. I haven't seen them, and I'm sure I don't care at all." You said without even looking away from the book you were reading.

"You're so childish. Are you really not interested in men? Are you a lesbian or something?" Jane said with a frown.

"Of course I am not, dumbass. But if you want a little kiss from me, it's fine. All you have to do is ask babygirl." You said with a playful voice pouting your lips at her.

When you were talking...

"OMFG look! Are they! Oh God that’s Jungkook! He's so fucking handsome. I didn't know that Asians could be so attractive," Jane said in a whisper when she saw the famous group of Asian boys approaching that dining area.

All of them were extremely attractive. In a moment you felt attacked by the incredible beauty that these boys emanated with each step they took in the dining room hallway. Surprising.

"So ... those are the famous guys you say where is the great Jungkook you talk about so much?" You said without taking your eyes off of them.

"Bitch. Yes. I told you this since this morning. I told you that they are exchange students until they finish their respective careers." Jane said.

Apparently the girl knew more than just their arrival.

"Wow! You also know about their sex life? Lol you're too maniacal.". Playfully you raised an eyebrow to your bouncing ass friend who seems too excited about what you asked.

"Of course I do! Apart from being the new university stars, people say they are the baddest boys we can find. I've heard rumors from their Korean classmates where they said their dicks don't fit in their pussies! That is crazy bro!". Jane had a funny and overwhelming tone of voice. Her eyes went wide when she said the last part.

"Wow wow wow. Calm down Jane. How the fuck you know everything abo- No, why do you know that kind of shitty things about them? Are you crazy? Sick? Jesus…". Now it’s time for your eyes to go wide.

“Omg you are so annoying.” She smacked your hand, chuckling at your pained expression.

Maybe, the boys are very handsome, however, you didn't seem interested at all, or at least, not as much as Jane does.

As classes almost started, you and Jane were heading towards the classroom when two of the boys were at the entrance of the class. The boy with pink hair stopped and looked in your direction. It’s beautiful. He's beautiful. He had pink, fleshy lips, his eyes were small but penetrating, his body is exaggeratedly toned and the smile he put on when he saw that you were approaching them was lovely. Instead, the boy next to him was a little taller, with black long hair, dark as his eyes, his front lip was small and denoting his bunny smile, his body was even more muscular than the boy other boy, and in his face was reflected that he is a fuckboy just by following the trail of his gaze located on the ass of the girls entering and leaving the classroom. A whole fuckboy. Smh.

"Omg Y/N! They are looking at us!”. Said Jane feeling overwhelmed by their watching.

"So what? Just enter the classroom." You said feeling a bit nervous because this dark haired boy turned his face towards you. For a moment, you swore he was looking at you like you was a meal. His gaze was on your boobs every time they bounced when you stepped.

You both were about to enter the classroom when:

"Wow! Hello misses". Said the pink haired boy with an angelic smile.

"OMG! Hi handsome boys, nice to meet the two most handsome boys in this area”. Omg. Not today Jane, please no. This girl really was something else.

You just smiled because you weren’t feeling like a crazy bitch jumping just because of the new boys like every girl on the campus.

At the other hand, the other one boy just kept silent, looking at you. When you caught him, he smirked to your way full knowing you were a bit ashamed by the way he bit his lip looking dead straight to your eyes.

“May I know your names?”. Said the lovely boy.

Before you had the chance to answer, Jane had already done it for you. This lil’ hoe

“I’m Jane Parker, and this is my friend Y/N. Nice to meet you guys”. That high pitched voice… but yes, she’s your friend. Your best friend to tell the truth.

“Y/N… nice name”. The smirk never leaved his face, it was kind of part of his handsome face. Honestly you wanted to brush it off.

“Yeah. By the way I’m Jimin, and this is my friend Jungkook. We are kind of new here”. Said this boy named Jimin. Really, his smile is very lovely.

“Great! So why are you guys here?”

“I think we have classes here”. Said Jungkook.

When he finished talking to Jane, que looked at your way again, EYEING you. This boy was looking at you like he had never seen a brown skinned girl ever in his entire life. Of course you were very aware of what he was doing but you didn’t know why he was acting like that with you, only you. Or maybe, this is how he interact with girls, or maybe flirt with girls.

“What do you guys study?”. You asked, just to make him do other things but looking at your side.

“Video making, and Jimin is a computer engineer. Guess what? Everybody have to take this class”. Oh, you were so fucking wrong. He didn’t take his eyes away from you. He even was smirking while biting his bottom lip! Jesus…

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m Y/N´s friend but she’s a freshman so maybe she didn’t know about this…” said Jane eyeing you, searching for a response.

“I gotta go to my seat”. You said changing the subject because you were getting mad.

When you reached your seat, you noticed Jane kept talking to them, then came inside and took a seat. But not her seat with you, instead she was with Jimin. She had leave you alone just so she could seat with one of the new boys. She looked back, saw you see her, and throw a little heart with her fingers while you were narrowing your eyes at her.

Then lucky wasn’t on your side this day, Jungkook were coming to sit with you. It’s not that bad, but your still were the so called “ice queen”.

“Can I?”. He asked but already took the seat. Why would he ask when he can just take it(?

“I don’t know. Do you want to sit here?”. You said with that very fluent sarcasm of yours.

He just laughed. His bunny teeth showing off made his smile genuine. He looked cute.

The class started and you had part of your attention there, but you don’t think the same for Jungkook. You felt his gaze over you a thousand of times but you brushed it off and continued paying attention to the professor.

“And for the final project, you guys need to do a group of four or five partners, choose your subject and please choose each other. Next week you will tell me the subject you had pick and start work on it. Have a good day”. And like this, the professor ended the class. And now you have to find a group were you can be a part.

“What are you looking for?”. Jungkook asked a bit concerned by the look you gave him.

“Huh? I- I’m looking for a group”. You smiled at him but at that moment…

“Ayeee my bootygirl, you in with us?” Jane asked with Jimin by her side.

“Are you kidding me right now? Using that nickname?” You glared at her. How dare she?

“You know I am a hoe for your ass, but the real question here is if you wanna be with us in the project group?” At least she was serious. This time.

You looked at her, then looked at Jimin, then looked at Jungkook, then looked at Jane again. They all were looking at you waiting for your response. You saw Jungkook lick his lips but you were too worried for what could come out of your mouth.

“Well, I guess I have no more options”. You rolled your eyes at them.

“Guess what? We are starting tomorrow so be ready to come to our flat”. Jimin said with a grin on his face. He is cute but that smile seems more like a smirk than a cute grin.

“We what? Oh no boy. This ain’t it. I’m not going to anyone’s flat”. You stated.

“It’s not like you are going alone, Y/N. I may as well go with you. We aren’t best friends for no reason”. She was right, but…

“Why not? Why you look so pressed up about going to boys’ houses?” Stated Jungkook, looking deep in your eyes. You felt he was concerned about it because he thinks he annoys you or you feel uncomfortable being with him.

“We don’t even know each other that well to be in someone’s house. That shit is weird”. It was true, it’s kind of weird when you don’t know them but have to go to their house.

“Well if you want to know us, let’s go to eat something tonight. It’s that okay?” Jimin showed you a face that told you he was being serious about this. Maybe you could trust them. Maybe.

“Are you serious, Jimin? You don’t have t- “. You cut Jane off…

“It’s okay. I’ll be ready at 6:30pm. You better be there”. You said with a very serious tone that had Jane shivering because she knows you weren’t playing.

“Send me your location and I’ll be waiting for you outside your house at 6:30”. Now it was time for Jimin to be smirking at you.

Of course you throw them a smirk before walking outside of the class pulling at Jane’s hand.

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“Are you serious? We seriously are going out with them? No no… you really meant what you said?” Asked Jane obviously surprised because of your actions. This was new on you.

“Huh... yeah. I meant it. But you know? I don’t know what to wear, I have nothing new with me. It’s not like college don’t consume everything from me”. You scoffed feeling like a lose puppy.

“Just because we are going out with them thanks to you, I will let you borrow a cute dress of mine”. Jane always let you wear or use her things. She´s like an angel in your life.

“I’m not using one of your “cute” ones because I know what you mean, you ho’ ”. You know for facts that “cute” mean her bitch ass tiny tight dresses. She had always wanted you to wear any of her hoe clothes but you always declined her suggestions.

“Ugh. I’m telling you, if I see you wearing pants it’s going to be the end of your fucking boring life”. Wow. She was cutely mad serious. You love her ass though.

“Okay calm down babygirl. Tell me, what you have in mind?”. You really wanted to try one so, what could go wrong?

Jane go through her wardrobe looking for something you can wear, though she knows not all of her clothes fits you because of your ass. It’s not that you hate it, it’s just a little bigger than hers, and Jane’s mini dresses fits you barely beneath your ass cheeks.

“Okay I think I got it. You know I love your ass, but maybe if you teach me how the fuck you did it that big maybe we could share more clothes”. Jane playfully smacked you then giggled herself by your side to show you the dresses.

She was playing but she always teases you with your booty. Grab it like it´s her toy. Play with it. Sleeps in it. What does not she do with you?

“I think this pale pink one is cute. It matches your skin and is not that short… I guess. Well with an ass like that everything will look shorter than it is”. Okay that’s it.

“Can you stop talking about my ass and give me the damn dress?”. You weren’t mad but seriously, Jane can be talking about you and your body for the whole day.

“You go bitch. Let me see you after you put it on”. She smiled at you. Jane is beautiful just the way she is. And she knows it. She just loves you so much that she wants to see you be happy, and beautiful because her fashionista persona won’t let you walk out wearing some shitty clothes.

You had gone to try on it, then looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a beautiful dress, with long laced sleeves, a long v cut in the back, and the skirt wasn’t that short. It fitted you well, but you started to feel insecure about your curves. Sure you have a great body, but you didn’t feel it.

“Y/N, yo… you good in there? Are you done?” asked Jane at the other side of the door.

“H-huh. Yeah. I’m just…”. You kept silent for a moment, then Jane opened the door slowly enough to not scare you.

“Y/N you look so gorgeous. Why do you look so worried about that? You know I’m not lying. I´ve never lied to you”. She said, then gave you a good hug which you welcomed a bit too sad.

“Don’t worry about what people might say, you are wearing this because you want to. Because you feel amazingly beautiful and you are confident about it. I love you”. Jane might make you cry right know just saying what you need to hear. She always tells you what do you wanna hear.

“I love you too. Thank so much. I’m glad you are my bestie”. You said sobbing, feeling better.

“Yeah, I’m glad too but please hurry the fuck up we only have 10 minutes left and you don’t have put on make-up yet”. She pulled at your hand before you could protest.

Your bestfriend is rich in love… and money too, so she has the perfect things to make you look like a doll. She is rich and all, but it doesn’t matter when it comes to her and her friends because she is humble with everybody. Not bragging about her money, her parents, her apartment, her car, not even her clothes. And this is what you liked the most of her. Purely sincerity.

“It’s time. Let’s go to see if they are already waiting for us like my lovely daddy Jimin promised”. Jane said grabbing at her purse. You grabbed yours, cringing at what she said, closed the door and then went by the elevator.

“Do you think they really agreed so easily to what I said?”. You said feeling insecure about them. You don’t know them so maybe they were joking with you making you think y’all will go get dinner.

“We will see when we get out of here”. Said Jane looking at her phone to check the time.

Once you get out of the elevator, you headed to the door of the hotel, and for your surprise they weren’t there. There was no sign of they. You felt angry at your foolishness thinking they would really agree so easily with what you requested.

“it doesn’t matter. I can invite you to dinner. They can’t hurt my sissy like this. Hold on a second imma get my ca- “. Jane interrupted herself with what came to you both at that moment.

At you, were standing two beautifully handsome boys getting out of a luxury car. If you weren’t wrong., you swear the car is a Lamborghini Hurricane 2019. Do they have that much money?

“I swear you girls look so fucking fine. It’s a perfectly match for us, you know?” Jimin said., already smiling at you both and rising his eyebrows in surprise.

He looked so fucking nice. Its wasn’t anything too formally, but you knew what he was wearing is expensive as fuck. A long white Gucci shirt, black tight jeans that marked his God toned thighs and white Gucci shoes. He was amazingly a goddess converted in an ordinary human. But the who caught your attention was Jungkook. Although what he was wearing was an all-black outfit, he looked attractive. A black Peter England buttons shirt with also black tight ass jeans with his fucking goddess thighs you wanted ride to, and black Balenciaga’s speed runner. And you don’t dismiss his faces look. With his long hair barely touching his jawline. Agh, this boy has a high level on looks. So fucking handsome.

“And you both look so fucking handsome omg! But Jimin’s hair got him out of league, sorry Jungkook”. Jane were so fucking whipped about Jimin and his damn hair. Jungkook just laughed. You wanted to cringe but then Jungkook told you something.

“Miss Y/N, you look so beautiful tonight. H-huh... It’s not that you were u-ugly this morning though”. He shyly smiled at you, scratching the back of his neck. So cute.

“Thanks, I guess? Lol, you look good too, I guess…”. You smiled at him, lowering your gaze because of his powerful one.

“Okay let’s go; we are going to be late”. And with that said, Jungkook opened de door for you and Jane and you guys were out of road.

The trip is calm. There were small comments and some laughs from Jane when Jungkook commented that whenever they go out with girls Jimin falls or stumbles. You arrived. The trip wasn’t so long so you think this place is almost 30min away from your place. When you got off of the car, you were greeted by a long grass greener with grass and stone figures accompanied by a fountain of lights and water in the front yard of the area.

Jimin noticed your amusement. He shyly smiled watching the joy in your eyes.

“Let’s go in”. He said, moving his hand towards Jane, then walked at the front door. They look perfect together, but as you said, you don’t really know not even their intentions so you don’t know what to think about it.

They were walking with their hands clasped, while you and Jungkook had some space between you both, so you stopped.

"Jungkook." you called him. A bit nervous for what might be the response and the kind of question you were going to tell him.

“Huh? Yeah, Y/N, what’s up?” He gently asked. You were fearing asking but you did it anyways.

“Are you- huh, do you feel uncomfortable being w-with me? I don’t know. J-just asking, though”. You were nervous and you don’t know why.

“Why would I be?”. Simple as hell. His doe-eyes looking at yours like there was nothing more than you in front of his eyes.

You remained silent. How stupid it should have sounded.

“Y/N, listen carefully. Are you seriously thinking I have something against you? Me? Jungkook? In full 2019?” He asked, surprised by your question and your face. Do you look so dumb?

“I- Sorry. I just thought… I mean, you look kind of distant so I were assuming- “. Jungkook interrupted you.

“So you think I am a racist, don’t you? Look, Y/N, how could I be “racist” in your mind when I have been eyeing you since this morning, huh?” He blurted out. His expression was very serious.

Of course you didn’t think he were joking.

“I- huh… we barely know each other, Jungkook, t-that’s why I thought…”. You were looking everywhere but him, you didn’t know how to act at this point. You already have loosed your cool.

“It doesn’t matter when you are this beautiful. Your skin is fucking beautiful and it is what attract me the most of you. I don’t care if you wear wigs or not, it’s kind of funny but I know you are gorgeous with or without them. Your lips are a bit big but they look kissable as fuck and I can’t wait for you to let me taste them.”. Smirking at you, he took a step closer to you and, looking down at you has you feeling too small in that space.

“I- You- Jungkook, d-did you just confessed to me?” Your eyes went big at that. Seriously. You, the ice queen, falling for someone for so long?

“I- well, y-yeah. I admit that you got me crazy and we barely know each other but, I really feel something every time I see you, and it’s not just my dick. I don’t think you feel the same but I just wanted to tell you this because you were thinking so lowly of me. I can fall in love with you and it doesn’t matter if I am Asian and you are a brown skin girl”. He placed his hands on your waist and lowered his face to your level just to tell you:

“And you look so fucking delicious on this dress, it makes me want to rip it off, put one of those boobs in my mouth and smack that ass until you can’t walk”. He lowered his voice, melting in your ears and looking mad deep in your eyes.

You noticed his pupils darkened at his owns words, followed by his tongue coating his lips, faced inches away from yours, when…

“Y/N! Come on guys. You can eat each other when we are done eating”. Jane shouted at the door of the luxury restaurant you guys went by.

“Guess we finish this conversation later”. Said Jungkook. He took your hand and dragged you inside.

You, at that moment were perplexed. Everything he said felt unreal. You don’t even have words to reply to what he said.

Jimin and Jane were sitting close to each other, so it means you have to sit next to Jungkook. Yes, the same Jungkook that confessed to you a few minutes ago, but also made you wet with the thoughts that were behind such a confession.

They brought the menus and everyone was busy watching what to order to eat.

Everything there was expensive, you didn't want to order a lot of food because you didn't want to take advantage of the situation anymore, but at that moment you noticed that someone was looking at you a lot. It was Jungkook. His gaze was penetrating so you could only give him a very small smile on your part.

"Don't worry, Y/N, choose what you want." he said, seeing concern in your eyes.

You turned your face towards him and now your smile was a little more reliable. He also looked relaxed.

While you were waiting for your food, you guys were talking about your lives in order to get to know each other. But of course, you couldn't miss Jungkook looking in your direction.

The expensive food arrived and everybody started eating.

While eating, you felt something touched your thigh so you, without hiding, looked down the table. Jungkook’s hand were on you. He wasn’t doing anything, just got it there, resting on your thigh. Without looking at him you started eating again. Then you felt… His hand were caressing your skin. His nails nagging at your skin every so often. Its noting, just a lil’ touch.

Then his hand hiked your dress up until it was touching your inner thigh. You stopped eating. You took a moment to look at his face but he wasn’t looking at you no more. He was acting. While Jimin and Jane were talking nonsense to your ears, Jungkook were trying to touch your wet undies until he reached them. Jena was distracted by her own goddess so she can’t guess what it’s happening down there. That’s why Jungkook took the opportunity to taste de waters.

His fingers reached your core. His pointer pressing hard trough your panties, leaving your mouth agape by his bold actions. You looked at him and this time he got his eyes on you. On your eyes. Then on your mouth. Pressing more hard he watched how you reacted. You completely stopped eating. It looks weird, so Jungkook leaned to your ear.

“You need to behave well, babygirl. Keep eating so they would not suspect”. His. Fucking. Low. Voice. Making you more wet than you were.

You just looked at him with pleading eyes as your pussy were gasping for some touch, while he was looking at you with narrowed, sharp eyes watching every move you did. Then he stopped, and so you started eating again. A minute had passed and he has you squirming under his hidden touch. Jungkook pushed aside your wet panty to brush your clit ever so slightly, then hit you pluging one of his thick fingers in. You started coughing .

“Oh… you okay?” asked Jane, remembering you were together in a dinner,

You just hummed because you were sure if you opened your voice at that moment you were about to let out the prettiest moan you ever had in your life.

While you were trying to muffle your moans, you looked at Jungkook and he were chuckling. Is he serious? Then that grin returned to the original smirk on his face, and so started murdering your aching core again. He moved his finger in and out in a slowly pace in order for you to not get you so worked out, then added a second digit. You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the nice stretch he was giving you. At the other hand, Jungkook watched your face every time, full joy on his face as your expressions were looking more fucked up. When you opened your eyes again, your pupils had blowing out, dark eyes looking everywhere but him. Your sweet bomb lips parted lightly leaving small gaps and the hand holding the fork was shaking. Everything you were doing has Jungkook getting worked out. He swore that nobody ever had him like you have him.

He knows you are reaching your climax, so he went on it fast and hard.

“Come on, Y/N, let me feel you coming down all over my fingers. You know you want it as much as I want to”. He leaned, whispering to your ear and licking it slightly has you shivering. Then you reached your high.

It almost had you screaming in that place but you bit your lip hard to muffle whatever strangled sound trying to escape. Your hips lifted a bit from the chair and, as your walls clutched close, your thighs did same, locking Jungkook’s hand up between them.

You thanked God for not letting Jane know what was happening under that table, and the place is highly expensive to be so crowded.

“You did good, huh? Maybe, I’ll reward you later. Only if you let me, of course”. Jungkook said, letting his finger slid out, taking his hand off of you and licking his digit after the mess he made. That is so damn sexy.

“Reward her for what?” Jane surprised the fuck down of you both. You turned to Jungkook with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

You froze.

“Reward her for being a good girl”. He simply said. Looking at you with his not so innocent doe-eyes. You were dead at this time.

“A good girl, huh?” She said, smirking at your shocked expression remaining silent.

“Yeah. We all enjoyed the dinner so it means you and Y/N can come to our flat”. He said, relaxing further in the chair so his hand was caressing your knee.

“Oh, so that’s what you meant… well yeah, I think we are good now, aren’t we?” All of them were waiting for your response, looking at you, again.

You hated being the main reason of all this situation.

“I-… I g-guess so”. Your voice sounded so tiny.

“Alright. Are we leaving now?”. Jane said so you guys were getting off of the table.

You were mentally preparing yourself to get up after, when you felt hands on your shoulders. You jumped.

“Omg Jungkook. Are you trying to kill me now?” You looked dramatic but in reality your heart was pulsing so hard you thought it could come out of your chest.

“Calm down Y/N. Let me help you”. He grabbed you by your arms so you didn’t have to try so hard since his arms were incredibly strong.

He walked you at the entrance because you were stumbling each two steps. Jimin and Jane were waiting for you both in front of the car. The smirk never leaving their faces. They didn’t even bother to hidden it.

“It’s still early, don’t you girls wanna have a little fun after here?” Asked Jimin. He looked like the type of guy who hype everybody to go to parties.

“I don’t know, only if Y/N want or feel like it”. Said Jane. She would not do anything you didn’t want to do, even if she has a big crush on Jimin.

“I-I’m tired. Maybe next time, but if you wanna go, then do it”. A lot of things had happened today, you need to process them in your room, alone.

“Really? You won’t get mad at me if I go with them?” Jane asked. Amusement in her voice. She takes care of you but if you let her have her fun, then she takes advantage of it. Of course she will.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. I will call an uber”. You said grabbing your phone but then…

They didn’t say anything, so you assume your taxi must better come fast so they can fuck it up at some party.

You watched Jimin and Jungkook with their phones and Jimin showed something to Jane, but you assumed they were talking with their seniors/parents/etc.  based on their expressions.

When the taxi came, you were not expecting what happened at this moment. Jane and Jimin got in before you. You clearly said you were going home. Why the hell did they got in the damn cab?

“What are you guys doing? If you are going to fuck there, then I’m not going you assholes”. You said, not knowing why in hell they got in the car.

“Babe, you know I’m not gonna disturb your stupid sleeping ass beauty with my pretty moans so, guess we are going to the party and Jungkook will get you home”. Simple. As. Fuck. And she just smiled at you then ordered to the chauffer to get them the fuck outta there.

Well, damn.

“Guess you are going with me, babygirl”. Said Jungkook leaning on your shoulder behind you.

“O-oh… b-but, isn’t this Jimin’s car?” You thought that car was from Jimin since he’s the older one.

“Oh… t-this car is mine. Jimin’s one is where the mechanic, that's why we couldn't bring it”. He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you guys have that much money?” Quirking an eyebrow as you said this.

“We are not idiots; Y/N. We work on our own company while we study. It’s not hard but neither simple”.

“I- oh, sorry. But I-I didn’t think you were a bunch of idiots, I just… could not figure it out”. You were out of your mind. They are too young to have fancy cars like that, fancy style of clothes and tons of money.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s hard to believe, but we don’t care about it. We are just making money by ourselves and that’s what matters. Just let it fly”. And with a shrug, he was opening the door for you.

You got in, he got in, and the car started towards the main road.

The trip back to home was more calmed than the one going to eat at that fancy restaurant, but it did not distract you from the fact that for the first time you were alone with Jungkook. It’s not that bad, but with what happened just before, you thought the air was getting heavier between you two. But again Jungkook were breaking the ice.

“So… you are a freshman”. He said, without taking his eyes off the road.

“Huh? Uh… yeah. I am.”. you said, uncertain about why did he ask you that.

“You don’t look like one. Are you a minor?” Okay, what?

“I’m not, you fool. But if you want to consider me as a minor then it is okay for me”. You shrug.

He chuckled. “I don’t want to. You look like a little girl but indeed you are a whole woman.”

“So are you telling me you see me as a woman, not as a girl?”.

“Well, I don’t want to see you as a minor. To me you are a woman with a cute, teenager sassy ass attitude”

“What the hell it means?” You chuckled at that. This boy makes funny replies.

“It means I do want to do bad things to you but your thoughts are too limited to believe someone like me sees you more than an “Ice queen”. And I know, we are still strangers but I want to get to know you, and I want to take my time with you. I really do”. He stopped the car just to look deep in your eyes, making sure you see his sincerity.

“I-i… You always left me without words. Why do you always have to act so fucking cute yet handsome while telling this kind of things? Geez”. You glared at him although you were feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“I will make you feel things your exes did not allow you to feel, Y/N. I will make you feel as much love as you need. So please, let me take care of you, huh?” Omg. His doe-eyes were getting crystalized. His face showing as much love as his words did. He looked so beautiful, you wanted to peck at his rosy lips.

“Jungkook- “. You didn’t even finish when his lips were crashing into yours. A passionate, gentle, soft kiss.

You enjoyed the moment. He moved his face aside to deepen the kiss, allowing your tongue to enter his mouth. Then the kiss got rougher. He bit you lip and you moaned in his mouth. Then you stopped. A strain of saliva connecting your lips, evidence that you both were enjoying the kiss, the hungry it got.

“That… that was amazing Y/N. W-why did you stop?” He looked hurt, but you really needed to say something.

“I… yes, i-I liked it too, but I need to tell you something. Jungkook, i-i… we need time. I know we are not kids but, like I really, really need more time to get this together”.

“O-oh… yeah, I understand you. And, as I said, I want to take it slow with you so, I will wait for you no matter how many time it will took you”. He said, holding your hands in his. It was so unreal. He was so ethereal.

“Jungkook, you are melting my bitch ass ice heart so you better take care of it while you wait for me, huh?”. You said, pouting at him like a puppy.

“I got it, princess”. He pecks you and started driving again, holding your hand until he reached your apartment.

“So, you coming tomorrow? If you want, I can wait for you to go together”. Once again, he was scratching the back of his neck. You already know he is nervous. The cute Jeon Jungkook.

“I will text you when I’m done. See ya”. Already opening the door when…

“Good night little princess”. He said.

You looked back, his dark eyes shining as if they dropped from the sky. He was so beautiful.

“Good night… little boy”. And with that you were done.

Jungkook waited for you to get inside and reach your apartment until you switched the light on.

That night, after he jerk off he’s so long hard-on, Jungkook never ever had sleep so good since he entered this college.

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yeah, another one. and im sorry about the reader thing but i like it the way it is going. hope u like it :)

[mini-pretzel]

alright dude yea EVERY NUMBER FOR SWEETHEART ASKS

… what have i signed up for?

//cracks knuckles

grab a juice box, grab a snack.

we’ll be here for a while. what have i gotten myself into

1. Talk about your first love. 

oh jesus. i actually recently found my old journal lol

from way back when. 2009 i think? i was 13 or some shit. jesus. ok. so my first love was actually over the internet.

yeah, i know. nowadays we’re spoiled with tinder n shit, but back in 2009, all we had was myspace and msn and i met this fucker on skype.

i was so ahead of my time.

anyway, it was october 25, 2009.

here’s a snippet from my journal entry:

well i met a guy on skype. he’s a month younger cause my b-day is on oct 14 and his is on nov 18. but i don’t mind it.

yoooo i was into younger guys even at 13, jfc hahhaa //kill me jk hmu

and then on the next page hahahhaa omg

december 2, 2009

well me and ___ are no longer together. well we never began. he broke my heart two times already. going in depression. please don’t bother. first love, ha!

omfg damn, two months. yeah, that lasted long. also old me: ur so dramatic lol

also i was a feisty lil fella, jeez.

2. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion? 

this one

3. How’s your heart feeling right now?

a lil stressed. im like, hoping i can get through all of these questions without my computer crashing. pray 4 me.

4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do? 

ok, first thing to note, i fucking love self care. like, too much if im honest.

baths with bubbles and nice smelling scents, lotions, a face mask, taking my time with washing my face and hair and putting on the cutest clothes after. also snacks, always snacks.

when im feeling like spending money: massage. full body. best thing ever. i treat myself to it at least once a year for my b-day.

5. What’s your skincare routine? 

ok so i just got a new skincare line. it’s from nature republic. i have a cleanser, a toner and a moisturizer. it’s fairly simple (unlike 9 steps in korean ahhahha, but like i’ll probably get there in time) also i have a peel mask that smells like bananas that i put on twice a week to get rid of dead skin cells. oh and sometimes i do korean face masks, too.

6. How did you get to be so beautiful?

answered that q here

7. Do you have any stuffed animals?

NO! //hides them all away

8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?

thailand. my parents took me w/ them on their honeymoon.

lol idek why either. trust me.

i was just there for the swimming, riding elephants, getting food poisoning and downing two banana splits in one afternoon. good times.

9. Favorite thing about your room? 

i live in a jungle. but also in an art gallery cause my mom buys paintings online and resells them, but it’s become such a habit for her they are literally EVERYWHEREE I CANNOT.

also sorry mom i keep forgetting to water the GAZILLION plants THAT YOU HAVE MOVED INTO MY ROOM FOR SOME REASON. they’ll be dead by the time ur home. srry ilyyyyy.

also tae hmu if u want some paintings. i got way too many.

10. Opinion on love? 

dude. idk. i mean. it’s definitely not something one can describe easily or fully grasp.

im still waiting for my big love to come along, so like, we can talk about that when we get there.

otherwise, i’ll say this quote that i heard in a song:

give your heart, but keep your head.

11. Are you affectionate? 

with certain people. im weird.

with some people im like no, don’t touch me pls. i bite and scratch.

and with others you cannot get them out of my death love grip.

12. Who do you look up to? 

i look up to bts a lot. they’re doing a lot of good and they’re very respectable artists.

but i also look up to a lot of writers on here because i want to create worlds and writings like them. i won’t tag them cause rip them trying to find why i tagged them in this long ass post haha.

13. Favorite poet? 

@psycho-slytherin

lol sorry bae

ur gonna have to scroll to find out why i tagged u. and then go red and yell at me. hahah.

i also like silentium! by Fyodor Tyutchev

also everything by pushkin (esp ‘i loved you’ fuck that one gets me every time). seriously. that man isn’t called the golden poet in our country for nothing.

i actually don’t read a lot of poetry nowadays unless its my own or my friends’

but im open to recommendations

14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?

answered here!

15. Do you play an instrument?

lol no. i was almost taught the piano (lol rip me, i wanna kill my younger lazy ass self) and i dabbled into learning the violin. but that’s like a whole story and a half hahahaha.

16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?

i used to pencil draw, nothing special tho. a lot of naked ppl lol. butts n boobs were my fave. also pecks whoo.

17. Do you dance? What style of dance? 

i don’t! but i want to. i’ve been looking into dancing schools. i might do hip hop n stuff. see if i have the rhythm, i can’t tell from just jumping around my room lol

18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology? 

im a libra yo. diplomatic and indecisive af.

i kinda do? there’s some sense there, but it’s too vague. i think ppl need to look into their charts to really grasp their character.

and for some it may not be true at all, so like. idk. we’re all just doing our best here.

19. Favorite old film? 

a russian film that i always watch over the new year. my mom would always joke that the new year doesn’t start till we watch it lol

the irony of fate

20. What’s your hairstyle? 

idk

u

tell

me

21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?

cloudy but warm. so there’s not too much sun but u can enjoy a nice walk outside without getting rained on.

22. What upsets you most about the world? 

i only have two hands but there are so many cats and dogs. i cannot pet all of them.

23. Are you in love right now?

answered ;)

24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!

here u go

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them! 

i don’t! but i wish i did i would shower them with my love.

but @the-trth-untold dogs are the cutest and @psycho-slytherin cats make my day. pls spam meeeee. also i love @paristae cat too.

26. Do you have a lucky number? 

yup. 22.

27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash? 

i’ve never seen a fallen star, so no.

but i’ve wished on a fallen eyelash, always.

28. Do you believe emoji spells to work? 

emoji spells??

bruh i’ve never even heard of it till this ask wtf is that shit

bruh i mean if it works for ppl all power to them??? idk i never tried it

29. Do you believe in magic in general? 

i believe in magic tricks. but magic died for me when santa stopped existing.

30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?

here

31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue? 

gorgeous colors. i quite like mauve pink and deep dark blue tho.

but baby blue looks amazing on some folks. oof.

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite? 

piano. always.

33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain? 

answered :)

34. Who makes you happy? 

bts and all of my mutuals <3

35. What makes you happy? 

sleep, food, music, writing, cuddles. and forehead kisses.

also more listed here

36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like? 

i live in a nice apartment. doesn’t have to be expensive, just nice and clean with wooden floors and spacious windows.

i have all the necessities that i need and im never lonely.

i have also touched countless hearts by my books and am able to live comfortably just from my works.

haha. you said ideal, right?

also have someone to spend it with. someone i’d write poetry about daily. a bestfriend first and foremost before a lover.

37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?

answered this fella here

38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own? 

i used to have dresses. but not anymore.

i liked the long sleeve sweater black one i had with a low cut. it was gorgeous. i dont have much of boobage but i always felt like i was sexy in it.

39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it? 

yep. you just kind of take it one day at a time. some days will be better than the last. some days you’ll cry a little harder and some days you move on a little further. it takes time. make sure you have good people around you so you don’t fall into depression.

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them? 

ah, to be honest i don’t have a closest friend. i’ve always been the kind of person that always had friends around her but never anyone too deep. and i kinda wish i did. i just don’t know who would come to fill that spot. people always leave, so i kind of gave up assigning that spot. i think the people that want to be in that spot will show themselves and tell me. otherwise i will not assume or assign.

41. Introvert or extrovert? 

introvert. but i have my moments. i can be charming and friendly when i want to.

42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI? 

i had to look it up cause i forgot what it was lol

i took the test a while back: im infp.

there’s not a lot of us, apparently. which is cool. shout out to all infps out there!

43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, or an angel? 

hmmm. what kind of fairy tho? lol

maybe vampire? idk i’d be a sexy immortal lady that’d bite innocent boys and girls that just want to have a good time lol

44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? 

this oneee

45. Parlez-vous français? 

no~

46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to? 

butchart gardens

47. Where/when do you truly feel at home? 

here

48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous! 

kdjfalkfjdlkdsaf //hides

this ask is flirting with me…

well that’s as much action as im going to get this new years eve lol

49. Favorite shoe you own?

my sweet rose gold kicks, yo.

50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them? 

lol no. i cannot. and i do not. im not made for heels. im tall enough as it is.

51. Do you feel loved? 

every time i talk to my mutuals yes //cry

52. How do you express love to those you care about? 

by saying cute words and by clinging to them like a koala.

53. Favorite term(s) of endearment? 

sweetheart, dear, idk im just like anything honestly. love, baby. go crazy.

i also love mean terms like idiot and stuff. or nicknames that hold inside jokes, something between the two of you only.

54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you? 

hasn’t happened yet. so yeah. any takers? lol

55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been? 

reading a good book for the first time. or just experiencing something new that i end up loving for the first time. nothing can replace that first feeling.

56. Are you happy right now? 

happy im almost done hahhahahahaa. ha.

no but srsly i am <3

57. What makes you smile? 

stupid jokes. puns. someone laughing and showing themselves fully.

58. Do you laugh a lot? 

i mean. i think so? i try. i make jokes a lot and laugh at myself if that counts?

59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic? 

ughhhh comfy bf aestheticcc

60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)? 

i have a sour view on marriage. so only if i love someone hard enough. but even then i don’t know if i’ll do it. it hurts too much to think about marriage and wedding rings for me.

61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married? 

see above.

62. Favorite flower?

orchid.

63. Favorite artist?

claude monet.

64. Favorite music artist?

bts lol

no surprises there.

65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you? 

its not something for me to decide. i try to be kind to everyone, but how it is interpreted is different for everyone. i’d like to think i’m kind.

and yes, very important. especially being kind to yourself.

66. Ever made a playlist for someone? 

yes i have. i love making playlists for people. i don’t get asked that enough.

67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath? 

music. music always helps. and tea.

ideally i’d love for someone to massage my scalp, but hahah no one’s been able to do it the right way. when it’s done right i melt and forget about everything.

68. Early bird or night owl? 

night owl.

moonchild, lol

69. Morning routine? 

wake up, look in the mirror, look away from the mirror, go back to bed.

70. Night routine? 

SHOWER N NICE SMELLING LOTIONS. AND SKINCAREEEEEE OOOOF.

also fresh sheets.

71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion? 

answered here

72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after? 

i only cry when i watch or read something. and it does help. i always feel better after. but i tend to keep my emotions hidden away, the negative ones at least.

73. Do you like hugs? 

i love hugs. come hug me, bro.

u must smell nice tho.

74. When was the last time you kissed someone?

august.

75. Are you small or tall? 

tall. 175cm.

76. Do you like wholesome memes? 

answered

77. Favorite thing about the past? 

cd players. chia pet commercials. flip phones. mom jeans.

78. Do you ever wonder about the future? 

all the time. esp mine. i have no idea what the fuck im doing.

79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in? 

yep. i’ve lived in america and canada before. and traveled a lot.

80. Do you like plane flights? Airports? 

i don’t mind flying. and depends on the airport. some are better than others.

81. Sunrises or sunsets? 

sunrises. every day is a new day~

82. The beach or a forest? 

bitch- i mean beach. :)

83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood? 

any time i am eating. or sleeping. or reading.

im so close to being done omg. this is fun tho.

84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t? 

always. ain’t nobody gonna deal with that baggage lol

85. Favorite kind of tree? 

japanese maple tree

86. Do you care about the health of the Earth? 

i mean i don’t even care about my health that much tbh, i need to work on that.

87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything? 

that i got to travel and learned english very young.

88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book? 

answered here

89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment? 

old school disney

90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have? 

answered this bad boi here

91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance. 

eyes. have to work on my ass tho. squats baby.

92. When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about? 

after a massage.

93. Do you worry a lot? 

eh, i worry enough, i suppose. there’s just some stuff you can’t control.

94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?

dazzling lights of the city. especially in the evening. and in the winter. ahhhhh. someone hold my hand and walk with meeeeee.

95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason? 

no i haven’t had that pleasure, lol

maybe next year

96. Favorite pastry? 

BUTTER. CROISSANT.

97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness? 

yes. uwu

98. How’s your day/night going? 

well im finally done with this ask holy shit, and i need to resume writing my namjoon fic so… fantastic. i also have noodles. whoooo.

thank you for reading this whole damn mess of an ask.

ily<3

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Hanzo and the Booty Shorts

*snorts about her own shitty title* Forgive me.

So yeah. This turned out WAAAAY different than I planned. Super different. Went from a tough gal who would call Hanzo out, to a gal who’s feeling real awkward about the team seeing her practically undressed. Such is my brain. Anywho, still liked this and I hope you will too. 

Female reader insert, 2,800ish words (CAUSE OMFG I CAN’T KEEP ANYTHING SHORT), no warnings I can think of. 

The base at Gibraltar was technically up and running, but it wasn’t exactly running at full speed. An old friend and colleague of yours had asked you to join the recall in her place about two months ago – which you proudly did – but in that time the power had gone out three times, all of the refrigerators had given out, and the roof had sprouted umpteen leaks. Overwatch was great, it really was, but holy shit did this place need some updating.

When you woke up only a few hours after heading to bed, the first thing you noticed was how tired you still were. Then you realized the heat, the oppressive, overwhelming heat. Usually, your room was on the cold side no matter how often you fiddled with the thermostat, so your bed was a mess of blankets and quilts, all of which were now kicked aside. The top sheet was the only covering you had left, and it was drenched in sweat. You groaned and rolled over miserably.

An alarm started blaring just as you were contemplating stripping down to your underwear. You jolted up and tried to blink the sleep from your eyes.

“There has been a security breach in the laboratory, all agents to respond,” Athena called over the intercom. Protocol training kicked in, and you grabbed your weapon before sprinting into the hallway. Winston, Lena, Genji, Angela, and Zenyatta were already there when you ran in.

“Don’t panic,” Winston said as you approached, “it’s just a technical glitch. The heater is all sorts of messed up, and now some of the other systems are overheating. I don’t know which yet, but as soon as I do I’ll get the alarm to turn off and – ”

“What the hell is it now,” Torbjorn snarled as he huffed his way into the room behind Reinhardt who was stretching, looking thoroughly bored. McCree came in with a with his gun in one hand and hat in the other.

“Heater’s broken,” Lena explained, “shit’s all hot and breaking.” You’d never seen her so grumpy – guess she didn’t like being woken up either.

Hanzo was surprisingly the last to arrive. He was always so fast and attentive you couldn’t help but wonder what caused the delay. He had a deep frown furrowing his brow and looked almost overly ready to fight.

The whole mess of Overwatch members were all huddled around Winston’s computer before long, going over diagnostics and throwing out guesses as to what the problem might be. A clear division was being carved out between you all – those who had to be nose deep in the issue, and those who were content to watch from the sidelines. You were tired, hot, and knew nothing about HVAC systems, so you found yourself settled toward the rear of the group, all but silent. Torb, being as short as he was, was soon pushed to the back as well, but he was much more upset about it than you were.

“Let me through you bastards,” he barked, getting up on his toes in an effort to see. “I’m the engineer here! It’s not like Angela here has any idea what’s going on.”

“Excuse me,” the blonde doctor seethed, shooting him an icy glare.

“Oh whatever,” Torbjorn grumped, crossing his arm and giving the world a side eye. He suddenly seemed to notice that he was standing right next to your bare legs. He snorted and looked up at you with a mischievous look.

You squirmed, wishing you were wearing something other than short shorts, a bralette, and a tee shirt. “What,” you asked awkwardly.

“There’s this new thing called ‘shaving,’ kid, maybe you should give it a try,” he laughed.

In a split second your cheeks were bright red, and you were mortified. Everyone turned to look at your prickly legs, and you just wanted to curl up and disappear. Your wits came back to you after a moment and you glowered down at Torbjorn. “There’s this new thing called ‘being a mammal,’ old man. Humans have hair. It’s a thing. Maybe don’t try to shame people for something that’s totally natural.” As tough and strong as you sounded, on the inside, you were still embarrassed as fuck and had frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

Torbjorn, however, got the message nonetheless and looked at you with wide eyes. “Sorry, missy, my bad,” he stammered putting his hands up. Reinhardt burst out laughing and McCree snickered. You turned away from everyone’s stares and plopped down on a nearby workbench, cursing the sound your mostly bare thighs made as they hit the firm metal surface. There was a collective clearing of awkward throats as the others went back to work.

After another minute or two, the alarm stopped blaring, but the root of the problem hadn’t been fixed. The vents were still pumping out a terribly hot breeze. You were all camped out in the lab, waiting, half an hour later. Angela insisted everyone stay just in case an actual emergency ensued. Although, most the team would probably be useless by now. McCree was passed out on the floor with his hat over his face and half a boner sticking up from his loose pj pants. Rein was snoring impossibly loudly, leaning against the wall. Lena, Angela, Torbjorn, and Winston were all still huddled around the computer screens, more bickering than working together at this point. Zen was floating about peacefully, as usual, but no longer trying to calm the tension in the room. Genji and Hanzo were standing side by side whispering about something that had Hanzo’s head in his hand. “What a night,” you mumbled groggily.

At least you got to see Hanzo with a completely bare chest, you thought. Then instantly scolded yourself. It was proving almost impossible not to gawk his shapely torso. But, maybe just one more little peek. A tiny one. Just to see if he still had that delightful annoyed look on his face.

Without meaning to, your eyes met Hanzo’s the moment your head turned. Either this was one hell of a coincidence, or he was already watching you. Your face went red all over again and you instantly went back to staring forward, but not before you saw Hanzo’s shoulder’s twitch as you made eye contact.

Fan-fucking-tastic, now he was judging your slinky, messy pajamas, bed head, and unmanicured legs, too. The one man you really didn’t want seeing you like this. You crossed your arms under your heavy chest and slumped. Of course the underboob sweat was strong. Of course! Your face couldn’t get more flushed.

Much to your dismay, footsteps were coming your way, and you let out a small sigh.

“May I join you,” Genji asked brightly. He seemed awfully chipper, considering the circumstances.

“Sure,” you said hesitantly. He took a seat next to you, sitting closer than you were expecting. A small frown crossed your face.

“I have a favor to ask,” the younger Shimada said quietly, leaning toward your ear. There was still a respectful distance between you, but only barely.

You looked around the room in confusion. The two of you weren’t in danger of eavesdropping, but you followed Genji’s lead. “What’s up,” you whispered back.

He snickered and you couldn’t help but smile at the devious sound. You had never seen him like this – not all poised and controlled. It was equal parts amusing and worrying. “Would you, by any chance, pretend that I am telling you an impossibly embarrassing story about my brother?”

“Um,” you said making a face, “what?” You glanced at Hanzo and saw that he was watching the two of you very carefully.

“Yes,” Genji laughed, “just like that! Just keep smiling and looking over at him. Perfect.”

The amount of joy in Genji’s voice was infectious and you grinned. “I’ll keep it up on one condition,” you said.

“Of course,” he said nodding giddily.

“Tell me why you’re doing this,” you chucked, “it’s not like you to start shit, at least, I didn’t think that was your style.”

He shrugged, “What can I say – he is my big brother. I have to pester him at least a bit. Especially on the important things.”

“Important things,” you repeated, totally lost.

“Just humor me,” Genji said softly, “I think it will be worth your while.”

You eyed Hanzo again. He had his head tucked down by his shoulders like some grumpy turtle, glowering at his little brother. It was funny as hell and a giggle sputtered from your lips. “I’m in,” you smirked.

Genji’s cyber suit let out an excited puff of steam as he scooted a tiny bit closer and began muttering random noises at you as you nodded slowly. You kept smiling wider and wider, stealing little glimpses of Hanzo as the older brother began to fume.

Dear god it was so funny to see him like this, and you felt so bad for not feeling more guilty. But look at his face! All squished in anger with the top of his undercut splayed all over his handsome features.

“Now gasp and act like we just got to the good part,” Genji encouraged you, almost losing his control and collapsing into fits of laughter.

You did as instructed and let your jaw go lax, straightening your back as if stunned. “No,” you said loudly enough for Hanzo to hear, but not enough to draw unwanted attention from the others. Genji started hacking, coughing from trying to stifle his amusement.

“No! Him,” you scoffed playfully, gesturing right to Hanzo.

And that was the breaking point. Hanzo came storming over to you like a dark cloud on the horizon: silent and threatening. Shit. Maybe you’d gone too far.

“That is enough,” Hanzo growled at his brother.

“Would you like me to stop,” Genji asked innocently.

“Yes,” Hanzo spat.

“Then make me,” Genji challenged. “Someone ought to be over here keeping this lovely woman company, are you volunteering?

Hanzo was the one blushing this time, and you were shocked. You hadn’t thought him capable of such a thing. “I,” he stammered, “no! But that is no reason to be over here doing  . . . whatever it is you’re doing.”

“We were swapping amusing stories is all,” Genji said in a gentle tone. “The first one that came to mind just happened to be about you.”

“What did you tell her,” Hanzo hissed.

“Oh nothing too bad,” Genji chuckled, “but do you remember that time our mother got us all dressed up for that charity banquet where – ”

Something akin to terror crossed Hanzo’s face and a wave of pity assaulted your heart. “Hanzo,” you said gently, “he didn’t tell me anything about a banquet, it was just a joke.”

The older Shimada scowled again, this time at you and much less intimidatingly. “A joke?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “We were faking it. Genji was just mumbling gibberish in my ear while I pretended he was saying something scandalous.”

Hanzo looked utterly flabbergasted as he slowly realized he’d been pranked. “I – but – why?! Well, I know why you did it,” he said waving a hand at his brother, “but why did you play along?”

The vaguely pained look he was giving you was agony. You felt awful, shrinking into your seat. “He said it was important . . .” you said weakly.

With a loud groan, Hanzo shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “You are nothing if not determined, Genji,” he said pursing his lips.

“I am only as determined as you are stubborn,” Genji replied, standing up. “Do not make me interfere again or I’ll tell her about our first meeting with the elders when you – ”

“Enough,” Hanzo barked, literally shoving Genji away from you. It was oddly nice to see them acting like normal brothers.

“So you want to tell me what the big deal here is,” you asked Hanzo, “why Genji just had to torture you like that?”

A red tint began to fill Hanzo’s cheeks again as he sat beside you. “He was trying to force me to talk to you,” he said timidly.

“Talk to me,” you laughed, “about what?”

He let out an exasperated noise and let his head fall back. “I believe he wanted me to be more  . . . forward in my feelings toward you.”

You grew very still looked to Hanzo in disbelief. “Um, what?”

Hanzo took a deep breath and rubbed his neck. “I – I have always been rather fond of you. There is something about the way you smile so easily, the way your laugh is either so light and soft or so loud and powerful, the way your sympathetic eyes convey so much emotion so freely – you captivate me, so much it's proving problematic. I find myself unable to focus on anything other than you at times.”

The happy flutters in your heart and stomach were almost too much. “Really? You mean that?” He nodded, looking right at you with such intensity that your breath hitched. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

He puffed out a harsh noise. “There are almost too many reasons to count. I am a severely flawed individual, you must know that. Not to mention the age gap, my lack of social skills, our current situation in Overwatch, and the fact that you could do much, much better than me. You are astronomically out of my league.”

“Oh good lord,” you groaned, swiveling so your knees almost bumped his. “I hate to have to tell you this, but I’m not perfect either. Far from it. And your social skills aren’t that bad, you just . . . need some practice. As could I. Snapping at Torb earlier was not my best option,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut as you reprimanded yourself.

“Torbjorn should have kept his comment to himself,” Hanzo said lowly, angrily, “your reaction was justified.”

“I appreciate the solidarity,” you giggled, “but what I’m trying to say is that I’m not ‘out of your league.’ Not even remotely. Besides, have you seen yourself? You’re fucking stunning.”

Your plainly- spoken compliment made a proud smirk creep up on Hanzo’s face. “Thank you,” he said graciously.

“Look,” you said, inching a little closer, “I’ve always liked you too, Hanzo, but I never would have imagined you felt the same. I told myself all the same things you did: that we were too busy, that you wouldn’t want me, that you’d probably be better of with someone else, but that never stopped me from thinking about you. Now that I know you’re interested in me too, there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep ignoring how flustered I get when I’m around you.”

Hanzo’s head tilted to the left as he gave you a fond smile. “Nor can I.”

The two of you began to chat more idly, the conversation full of light flirting and relaxed laughter until a question came into your mind.

“Wait,” you said thoughtfully, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything you like,” Hanzo said.

“Why did Genji make you confess now? What made tonight special?”

He was flushed yet again, suddenly unable to look at you. “No reason.”

“Uh-huh,” you said doubtfully, giving him a determined look until he cracked.

“My brother may have caught me staring at you rather inappropriately,” Hanzo confessed quietly. “I know that is a shameful thing to do but – ”

You clamped your hands over your mouth to stifle a loud laugh. “You what?!” He hid his face behind his hand and slumped forward. You leaned closer to him, curiosity getting the better of you. “You were ogling me?! Where?”

Hanzo frowned at you. “You want me to elaborate on my lewd behavior?”

“I mean,” you said sheepishly, “yes? Call it vanity or something. It’s been a long time since someone looked at me like that.”

“There is no way that is true for a woman as beautiful as you,” Hanzo said with a flat face. He believed what he said, and you were more than flattered.

“You’re sweet,” you murmured, brushing the hair from your face. “Now fess up, where were you staring?”

He gave you a quick once over and swallowed hard. “I’ve never been a fan of tight, sporty shorts like that until now,” he said, struggling against a smirk.

You sputtered out a laugh and buckled over onto your knees. “I’m glad I could help you change your mind then.”

“I suddenly find myself much more appreciative of V-neck shirts as well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he eyed your chest. The moment you waved your hand at him he looked away though, coughing out a meager, “Sorry.”

“Well I suppose I’ll forgive you since I’ve been fawning over your pecs for the last hour,” you giggled.

He snorted out one rough ‘ha’ and grinned. “Is that so?”

The next night you were hot and sticky all over again, but not because the heater was broken. You and Hanzo had decided to make up for lost time.

@watch-your-grammer @collinssie @envy-kitty

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #143

“i’d rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle.”

Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming?  Sad, I had separation anxiety from Mom. Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten?  No. Did you ever read the "Junie B. Jones" books?  LOVED THEM. Were you friends with your neighbors?  I was friends with a boy down the street. Did you ever play the "Reader Rabbit" computer games?  YESSSSS I LOVED THE BIRTHDAY PARTY ONE. What kinds of games did you play with your friends during Recess?  None really, we just played on the swings and such. What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid?  Chocolate. Who were you last in an elevator with?  Mom. Do you know anyone that has a black belt in karate?  No. If you have a notepad in your phone, what do you use it for the most?  I have tattoo ideas on it lmao. Who is the last child that you took a photo with?  Aubree. How and where did you get your most recent cut?  On the side of my hand.  I was drying my feet off after a shower, and my toenail cut the fuck out of it. ;-;  Pretty sure the scar's gonna be permanent. Would you ever get a nature tattoo?  Yeah, sure. Do you have any locked texts messages?  A few from Sara. Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname?  My sisters are just "Ash" and "Nicky." Which company provides your car insurance?  I don't have my own car. Have you ever ordered from an informercial?  Nope. When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin?  Tattoo parlor in June to get a tattoo. Why did your last relationship end?  I didn't like him like that, I found. Do you have any tan lines?  No. Have you ever had any friends with benefits?  No. How old were you when you became financially independent from your parents?  Lol I'm not. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip?  Ummmm probs salt and vinegar. Do you have a lock number or pattern for your phone?  No. What was the hardest language you’ve ever tried to learn?  What the super fuck even is Latin. Do you have any food intolerances or allergies?  No.  Well, without my medicine, bananas give me hellish heartburn. What’s the most number of people you’ve ever lived with?  Five.  Mom, Dad, two immediate sisters, and on different occasions my half-brother lived with us, then Dad's daughter stayed here a while. How many college degrees do you want?  Ideally, a master's because that's what is required to be an out-in-the-field zoologist.  I can do some things with lower ones, though. What do you look forward to most in the next two months?  Photographing my first wedding, my nephew's and mom's birthdays, going to see Sara in a little over two. What song explains how you feel about love?  "When It's Love" by Van Halen will always be way up there. Have you ever been IN a wedding?  Yeah, bridesmaid at Ash's. Have you ever been covered in mud?  Probably as a kid? Are there any books you wanna read?  I'm always gonna wanna read Rhett and Link's book, and I wanna start reading Wings of Fire 'cuz it sounds like something I'd like, thanks Sara. What classes are you taking in school? I'm not back in it yet. What is the last song you attempted to play on an instrument? I don't remember.  I took my guitar out months upon months ago to try and mess wi- OH, it was "Sweet Child O' Mine," and it went down horribly lmao. Could you handle being married to the last person you kissed?  That's the plan, buddy. Do you crack your knuckles?  No. How do you react when people sing “happy birthday” to you in a restaurant?  Get really shy and look down, but can't help but smile. Ever been shot by a paintball gun?  No. Have you ever had a significant other with a mental disorder?  Yes. Are you a moaner, a screamer, or totally silent?  The first. Have you ever tried Nutella?  I love that shit. Are there any activities which are “meant for children” that you still enjoy?  Yeah, movies, shows, games... Is there anything you wish you had started doing when you were younger that would have had an impact on or would have helped you with your life today?  Yeah.  I should've worked on social skills way sooner.  I should've fought back younger. Can you read lips?  Not at all. Are you part of any online communities? If so, which ones, and how did you get involved in them?  Only really KM, and because I've been in the meerkat RP community since '05. When vacuuming, do you have a set pattern or do you go willy-nilly?  Somewhat of a pattern. What’s your favorite kind of bread?  Pumpernickel. Who’s your favorite Muppet?  I don't have one. What’s your favorite monster? (can be Monsters Inc, horror films, stories, or myths, whatever)  Probably the Jersey Devil or Mothman.  Or the Dover Demon.  I like cryptozoological stuff okay. Have you ever considered shaving your head? Have you shaved it?  Noooooo. Have you ever seen a polar bear in person?  Yeah, at zoos. What’s your favorite school yard game? (4-Square, Kick the Can, etc)  I think it was called 4-Square... but I'm not sure. Have you ever boycotted anything?  No. Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed walked out of your life?  Um you have no idea. Are you against smoking weed?  Yeah tbh.  However I know there's lots of evidence coming out proving some of its medical uses, but I'm still kinda.  Unsure about medical marijuana. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about your feelings?  Sara. Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst?  Jason. Who were you dating this time last year?  Girt. Have you ever smoked pot?  I've only ever been in the presence of people smoking it. Are your ears gauged?  No. Have you ever played beer pong?  No. Do you believe that you are a good girlfriend or boyfriend?  I sure hope so. Would you hug your ex again?  A couple I would. Do you like to climb trees?  I wouldn't know. Name your three closest friends.  Sara, Colleen, then probably Alex?  Although she hasn't been talking to me lately. What is the best kind of Girl Scout cookie?  I loved the chocolate and PB ones. Do you like it or hate it when your partner is clingy?  To a degree, I like it.  Shows they really do care. What kind of jelly do you buy?  Grape. Is your dad overweight?  He's underweight. Do you know all the words to “Don’t Trust Me” by 3oh!3?  I don't feel like playing it in my head but maybe 'cuz that song was my shit. What movies have you cried to?  Oh yeesh, I'm a fucking baby.  The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Old Yeller, Logan, The Outsiders, Titanic, The Hunger Games (I think), and how could I almost forget Forrest Gump.  I knoooow there's more tho. Do you love substitute teachers?  No.  We would sit around doing nothing. Does your personality generally fall in line with gender stereotypes?  Not really? What’s your favorite movie soundtrack?  Off the top of my head, maybe Blair Witch Project 2: Book of Shadows. If you could own any 3 fictional objects from any book/movie/show, what would you choose? (does not have to all be from the same book/movie/show)  I legitimately want to commission someone to make a wooden model of Lord Emon's mask from Shadow of the Colossus.  I want so much SotC stuff, but shit expensive man.  Ummm having the Seal of Metatron from SH3 would be an awesome lil collectable.  OH YEAH and why the hell not have a hearthstone from WoW so I can go home in a jiffy whenever I want. :'D How far away do you live from the last place you lived?  Like... 10-15 minutes? Do you know anyone who’s had their kids taken by Child Protective Services?  No. You’re in a food court, what do you feel like eating?  Pizza, probably. Have you ever seen someone sleepwalk?  Yes, my younger sister.  She legit tried to go outside, but I obviously stopped her (I was the only one in the room). Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced?  Yes, and I would if I didn't have a damn retainer. If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick?  I'd move in with Sara any day. How does alcohol affect you?  Okay so I handle alcohol extremely well so I've never seen serious changes... but I do know if I'm tipsy, I'm more talkative and outgoing.  I don't think my face flushes anymore. When was the last time you had a cold or flu?  Holy shit I couldn't tell you for a cold.  I've never had the flu, thankfully. Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation?  Girt and I watched a few episodes.  It wasn't bad, but the fact still stands that I can't really get into TV. What is your favorite kind of pasta?  Typical spaghetti and meatballs. What color is your shampoo?  Pink. Is there a special someone in your life right now?  Yes. If so, tell me your favorite thing about their personality and their looks:  She's strong as fuck and her smile's to die for. Ever made a guy cry?  Yeah. Has a guy ever made you cry?  For over a year straight lmao. What’s the worst goodbye you’ve ever had to say?  To Jason. What make up product do you never use? It'd be easier to tell you only what I do use.  I only ever wear eyeliner and then sometimes eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, and very rarely foundation. What is one place you have been to and hated?  Uhhhh idk. Have you ever seen a jellyfish?  In aquariums, yes.  So majestic. Did anyone ever draw on your face when you were sleeping? No. Have you ever done that to someone else?  No. Were you ever chased by an animal?  Only pets playfully. Have you ever started talking to someone that you thought was someone else?  Omfg I did this a good number of months back at the tat parlor and the embarrassment will stay with me forever. Name one person of the same sex as you that you wouldn’t mind dating? Okay so I'm not gonna be a smartass and say "my girlfriend," I'll actually answer this as if we weren't together.  I'd date Suzy Hanson in a heartbeat, come at me Arin.  Fuckin sweetheart. Do you know any vegans?  No. What’s your best friend’s pet’s name(s)?  Sara: Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, Buster, Mabel, Doris.  Idk the toads' and fishes' names yet.  Colleen: Miracle and Maxwell. When was the last time you were disappointed?  Two or so days ago, real bad.  Mom put aside buying the concert tickets regardless of how many times I reminded her, and now we can't go. Have you ever been on a blind date? No, not my thing. If you have a job, who’s your closest friend at work?  No job. Do you see yourself married in the next five years?  Probably at least engaged.  Maybe married.

[deeeelightfuldee]

Are you mad at your best friend right now? I haven’t a clue how to answer this. I’m really not close to Kile now. my other friends I’m not mad at.

Do you know anybody with a pet snake? ugh. yeah. I would never ever ever go to their house.

Do you buy your underwear in a pack or seperately? depends on where I buy the underwear. I’m tryin to replace all the ones I was gifted so it just depends.

Have you ever made fun of anybody and later became their friend? lol nathan i would rag on him only to his face, never behind his back. 

Is the lamp on in the room you're in? no. I have like twinkle lights on and a candle on.

Do you have a pair of shoes that you can only wear with one or two outfits? to be entirely honest I have to purge my shoes 

Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? water, water, water

Did you sleep in past noon today? no. I typically sleep like 3-4 hours. Right now tho I take sleeping pills to try and let my body recover and i seldom do so until like after 1-2 am

Did your grandma ever tell you about her love life? once and she thinks its whats made her so bitter.

Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? yep. used to always paint my friends nails

Anything exciting happening in the month of September? moms bday! i love that!!!!

Who is your last missed call from? umm, honestly no idea. I’d have to look 

When was the last time you ate Frosted Flakes? man its been a hot minute

Did you ever NOT want a substitute in a certain class? never really had one 

Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? yes

Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? Personally I did not because I did not have money I was a child, but my family had flags all over

Do you know any songs that are older than you are? of course

Are there framed pictures of you anywhere in your house? Yep. plenty. we like pictures here.

Compared to other people of your age would you be considered 'NORMAL'? normal? what is that even like 

Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? I don’t have an mp3 but of course I have her on my spotify

Who is worst in your family about calling people back? MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I hate phone calls unless its like mom or kile or someone I’m like into to lol

Do you like peanut M&M's? yes

When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? a long time. that was never really my thing but shoot now i want one

When was the last time you ate jelly beans? yikes a long time ago

When was the last time you had hot chocolate? last winter and I CANT WAIT for some now

Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? yeah

What was the last song stuck in your head? lol a song kara was singing

Do you enjoy doing math? I truly despise it.

Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? not many. she knows I know her well

Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? probably yeah

Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? both! definitely

Are there any colors you will NOT wear? the really like nude colored tshirts or like yellows/golds look rough on me I think.

Do you use scented soap in the shower? yep!

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? no, not that I can recall. not my thing

Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? my nephew lol of course it was enjoyable

Do you like convertibles? yes of course but I don’t want one every day cus of the sun damage 

Have you ever yelled at the television? plenty of times lol

How many songs on your MP3 player are about sex? who has mp3′s anymore. my spotify playlist has plenty of sex songs lol

Do you like water parks? they kinda freak me out

Dark or light colored jeans? dark

Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? nope. def not

Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? um no but some of it

Would your friends describe you as nerdy? yes lol

How many different colors are you wearing right now? im just in a tshirt and panties at the moment. so pink and blue

Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? yes

Are you double-jointed anywhere? nope

What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? a couple hours I think

Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? yes but i wasn’t aware of it at the time 

Did you play in the sand box as a kid? my dad would have lost his mind. I really only ever did that at my friends house but her family let them put like gross stuff in the sandbox and i was pretty grossed out by it

How about on the monkey bars? I did like those

Have you ever made an alarm go off? probably yes

Have you ever colored your eyebrows? yup. my brows are naturally SUPER blonde. nothing wrong with that, i just prefer a darker brow

Did you ever own a pop-up book? yes

Have you ever honked at a biker? i am not sure, I doubt it. I seldom honk

Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? once a muscle relaxer cus my mom was like seriously you need this lol

Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? I mean like top golf and the driving range but not like a genuine 18 holes or anything

Do you use gel in your hair? not usually but I am curious to do so

Do you own a garden gnome? def not. kinda creepy

Are any of the rooms in your house painted blue? yes

Do you kick off your shoes as soon as you walk in the door? usually yes and then I switch to my slippers

Have you ever judged a book by its cover? oh im sure

What is the most effective device at the gym? I dont go to the gym

Can you drive a stick shift? I used to be able to but I wouldn’t trust it now

Have you ever picked on a substitute teacher? definitely not

How good are you at giving directions? I’m not always great at recalling street names but I’m very good at giving landmarks and general ideas of how far and such.

When was the last time you looked out the window nearest you? last week sometime. I keep them covered up because its too hot with sunshine in this room so all summer long I like to keep it cool

Have you ever got dressed with the windows open? absolutely. but it would be extremely hard for anyone to see into my room. not like i’d care

Have you ever given a foot massage? i dont like getting touched like that

Do public restrooms freak you out? not freak me out no, but i dont love it

Have you ever taken a shower outside? not that I can think of. I can’t imagine where I would have

Have you ever been to a junkyard? yes. my dad was a garbage-man for a long time so I was familiar

What do you think of Brad Pitt? no real opinion

Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? yeah.. ehhh, maybe?

Have you ever used pennies to pay for something that cost over 50 cents? HA yes to my siblings 

If a place makes you pay for delivery - do you still tip the driver? yes

Without the aid of a cell phone - do you know your parents numbers by heart? yes. I have no reason to know my dads but its the same number hes had since I was a kid

Is your bedroom carpeted? no. I do have a rug down, but no not a carpet

Right now, what color is your tongue? pink?

When was the last time you had a Tootsie Pop? probably years ago

If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? i love my phone. this is like my dream phone. I’ll have to consider getting rid of it cus its kiles line but ugh. that stresses me out

Who is your favorite super hero? no real preference

How about your favorite villain? --

Do you know anybody who works at a bank? yepppppp i do

What do you usually order from your favorite fast food place? a chicken sammich on gf pita omfg its so good

Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? yeah mom is usually working so its me. I usually bake cookies and watch Christmas movies lol. but this year I have a broken oven

What perfume/cologne do you wear the most? right now very sexy nights

Can you name all 7 dwarfs? i always seem to miss like 2

Does the early bird really catch the worm? I think usually yes

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Baby Sitters (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

WOAH. omfg okay so I finally finished this. It took me forever but I finally did it. Now I can finish my other fics lol. Okay, so I hope you all enjoy this, it took me so long. As always send in requests if you have them. 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Word Count: 5482

Summary: Reader is left in charge of babysitting Nala, Anthony and Jasmine’s puppy, for a week and Daveed comes to “help”.

Warnings: Cursing, smut, Nala (puppies should always be warnings)

MASTERLIST

“Yip! Yip!” Jasmine and Anthony’s new puppy, Nala, chirped as you walked into Jasmine’s apartment.

You bent down and Nala ran towards you, slipping on the hardwood floor. “Oh my god!” You picked the dog up when she was close to you. “Hi there, baby!” You said using a ‘baby’ voice. Nala kept yipping, and you almost started crying because of how adorable she was. “Who’s a good little girl? Who is it? It's you!”

Anthony sat on the couch, laughing as you immersed yourself into a conversation with the dog, asking her how her day went and if her daddy was being nice to her.

“Daddy was being nice to someone.” Anthony mumbled into the glass of water in his hand, a huge smirk evident on his face.

“Oh, gross. The baby can hear you, ass-wipe.” You chastised.

“She’s a puppy.” Anthony argued. “She doesn't understand what we’re saying yet.”

Both you and Jasmine gave Anthony a dirty look.

“My baby will not be learning your nasty language.” Jasmine said.

“But she can’t talk!”

“But she can understand! We will not be using inappropriate language as of today.”

You nodded your head, agreeing with Jasmine. Anthony rolled his eyes, but smiled at his girlfriend anyway. He turned his attention back to the T.V and Jasmine started talking to you.

“I have a favor to ask you.” She started.

You nodded your head. “What do you need?”

“Ant and I want to go out to the Bahamas, but we kinda don’t want to pay a lot to have someone take care of her.”

You sighed. “Jaz, just ask me.”

“Do you think you can babysit Nala while we’re on vacation?” Jasmine said, rushing her words hoping you couldn’t hear what she was asking. “We’ll totally pay you for it and-”

“Jaz, yes, of course I’ll take care of this angel.” You said, giving Nala a belly rub. Her tail wagged.

“Oh you're so great, Y/N! Thank you!” Jasmine said. She held her arms out for a hug, and you (reluctantly) placed the puppy on the floor and hugged Jasmine.

“When do you need me to start?” You asked.

Anthony and Jasmine both looked at each other.

“Um, tomorrow morning?” Jasmine said, with an apologetic smile on her face.

You sighed. “You waited last minute again, Jaz?”

“Sorry! We understand if you don’t want to.” Jasmine said.

“Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll still do it!”

Jasmine smiled again. “I love you so much!”

“You hear that, Ant? Your girl loves me.” You said, giving him a wink. He only rolled his eyes.

You placed Nala gently on the passenger seat of your car. “Okay, angel. We’re going to auntie Y/N’s house, alright? It's gonna be so much fun,” you said, as you started the car and drove slowly. “We’re gonna have so much fun, we’re gonna eat a lot of food, sleep all day, play all night-” You continued telling Nala about all the things you two would do over the weekend. Nala, of course, didn’t understand anything you were saying, and just went to sleep the entire car ride. But you still told her of all the things you two would be doing.

When you got home, you got right to work doing the things you’d told Nala you were doing.

You grabbed a bowl from your cabinet and filled it up with puppy food you’d taken from Jaz’s apartment. Nala began to jump up and down at the sound of food hitting the bowl. You giggled at the thought of Nala having already memorized the sound of food.

“You’re such a smart girl, aren’t you?” You said as you put the bowl down on the floor. Nala quickly ran to it and practically swallowed her food.

You sat at your kitchen table and opened your computer. You scrolled through FaceBook until Nala was done eating.

When she was finished, she ran up to your leg and head-butted it to get your attention. When you looked down she jumped up and down, happy that your were paying all your attention on her and only her.

You played with Nala for a bit, playing tug of war with the small rope Jaz had given you.

Nala got tired not soon after and fell asleep.

You smiled, then walked to your kitchen table to grab your computer, and sat on your couch to scroll through FaceBook some more.

An hour later, with Nala still asleep, you got a text message through iMessage on your computer.

“Y/N I’m bored come over” Daveed texted you.

“Can’t, I’m babysitting :)” You sent back.

“Why would you be babysitting when you could be hanging out with me???”

“Idk Daveed. You tell me” You said.

A ring came from your computer. “David Diggsy would like FaceTime.” popped up on your computer screen.

You shook your head while pressing the answer button.

“Really?” You said as Daveed was also saying,

“Hey sexy.”

“Wha- Excuse me, sir! I have a child in my presence!” You whisper-shouted, so as not to wake up Nala.

“Yeah, Y/N, I know. Nala. You wouldn’t stop posting about it on Snapchat.”

He was right. The entire day before was non stop Snapchat stories about how Anthony and Jasmine were gifting you with taking care of an angel.

You were starting to say something before Daveed interrupted. “Doesn’t matter. Come over.”

“I can’t. I’m babysitting Nala.”

“So just bring her over. You know I love dogs.”

“But she’s sleeping.” You said in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Just pick her up. She’ll just knock right back asleep when you put her in the car.”

“I can’t do that! How would you like it if I woke you up from a deep slumber just to throw you in a car?”

“If it was with you, I wouldn’t mind.” Daveed shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a romantic. But I have a solution.”

His eyes lit up. “What is the solution?”

“You come over.” You stated, pointing your finger at the screen.

“Wow, that’s such a smart idea. I’m surprised you thought of it.”

You rolled your eyes again. “See you here soon, asshole.” You hung up on him before he could say anything else.

20 minutes later, Daveed was knocking on your front door before using his key to get in your apartment.

“I hate that I gave that to you.” You said when he was inside.

“Oh shut up.” He said, walking over to give you a kiss on your cheek.

You blushed slightly, thankful that Daveed had already turned around. You knew that if he saw his little cheek kisses still made you blush he’d never let you hear the end of it. His ego would be blown through the roof.

“Where’s the angel?”

“Right here.” You said, standing up from your seat and flourishing your hands.

“Oh sorry. Correction: where’s the beautiful angel?”

You slapped Daveed on the shoulder before walking to the kitchen to grab some coffee.

“Really, Y/N? It’s 2 p.m.”

“I like coffee.” You said. You made Daveed his own cup and handed it to him.

“Thanks.”

“Oh, I thought it was 2 p.m.” You mocked.

“It’s okay for me, not for you.” He joked. You both laughed and sat watching Nala sleep.

“Are we really staring at a dog sleeping?” Daveed asked.

“Yes, I think we are.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. You were the one that wanted to hang out. I was fine just watching Nala by myself.”

“How about we-”

“If you say fuck, I’m gonna slap you in the face.”

“Fuck.” Daveed finished. You did just as you promised and slapped Daveed hard in the face.

“Oh, Jesus. Fine, not fuck. Make out.”

“Ew, even worse.”

“How is making out worse than having sex?”

“Because… I don’t know!” You shouted a little too loud. Nala shifted in her spot on the couch. Both of you sat completely still, making sure Nala stayed asleep.

“How about Scrabble?” He suggested.

“Hmm, nah. Battleship?”

“God no. Monopoly?”

“No, you cheat.”

“What? I don’t cheat.” Daveed argued.

“Yes, you do. You give yourself more money.”

“Then you be the banker.” He countered.

“No, I hate doing math.”

Daveed slapped his hands on his legs in frustration. “Fine. The Game of Life?”

“Ooooh. Yes!” You said. You both stood up, you to get comfortable at the kitchen table, Daveed to grab the game in your room.

“Y/N! I can’t find it!” Daveed called out.

“I’m coming!” You shouted, taking one last sip of your coffee before running to your room.

“Well I haven’t done anything to you yet, how are you coming already?”

“Shut up.” You said, walking into your room to find Daveed lying across your bed, in a ‘sexy’ position. Well anything Daveed did was sexy, but this pose seemed to be purposely sexy.

“What are you doing?” You asked, reaching into a huge bin full of board games that was in your room. You found The Game of Life pretty easily. “Did you even look?” You asked, holding the game out.

When you turned back to look at Daveed, you found him with his shirt off, in the same position as before.

“Daveed. What are you doing?”

“Trying to get your attention.”

“Put your clothes back on.”

“Take your clothes off.” He said, giving you a wink and sitting up.

“Stop!” You laughed when Daveed stood up and gave your shirt a hard tug. The pull brought you close to him, and Daveed pulled you even closer, making you fall on top of him.

“Can we go play The Game of Life now?”

“Yeah sure.” He said, reaching his head high so he could kiss your neck.

“Daveed!” You said, pushing him away (though not with so much effort, since his lips felt amazing on your neck.)

“Hmm...” He hummed against your neck.

“Stop.” You mumbled. “We said we were going to play the game.”

“We are. We’re about to play.”

“How is kissing playing the Game of Life?”

“Baby, I’m about to make life inside of you.”

“Daveed, that sounds fucking disgusting when you say it like that.” You laughed, now completely pushing Daveed away from you.

He groaned before following you as you walked out of the room, the board game in your hand.

Nala suddenly ran up to you.

“Yip! Yip!” She chirped, jumping around in a circle, happy now that there was another person for her to play with. She rested her paws on Daveed’s leg and stuck her tongue out before licking the denim of his jeans.

“Aw, hey Nala.” He said, picking her up. He nuzzled her nose and scratched her head, her favorite place to be pet.

Nala enjoyed the petting before she got bored and wiggled around, indicating that she was ready to be put down again.

You took her from Daveed and sat down, placing Nala in between your thighs on the seat.

“You gonna help me play, Nala?” You asked, petting her head. She closed her eyes in bliss as you set up the board with your free hand. Daveed sat down and didn’t help.

When the game was set up, the two of you played. Every once in awhile, when you got too comfortable playing the game and stopped petting Nala, she would try to climb on to the table. During the times when she was successful in jumping onto the table, she would mess up the game and you and Daveed had to figure out where everything was again.

“Nala, you have to stop, or Auntie Y/N can’t beat Uncle David.”

At the mention of the name David, Daveed looked up at you with an unamused face.

“What?” You asked innocently. He only rolled his eyes and continued his turn.

You, of course, beat Daveed, much to his dismay.

“This game is dumb anyway.” You said when Daveed seemed really disappointed. He ended the game having not gone to college (“I already went and I’m never going again”), got married to a man (because “It’s 2017”) and had five children with his husband.

You, on the other hand, went to college (“I couldn’t afford it when I was younger and I’d still like to go”), got married to a woman (“I mean, I’m pretty gay as it is, so I might as well marry a girl. Her name is Zendaya.” you said, pointing at the pink peg) and had 3 children.

“So what should we do now?” You asked. As if she could understand what you said, Nala jumped out of the chair and stumbled when her tiny body hit the ground. She ran to the couch, where some of her toys were and ran to Daveed with her rope in her mouth.

“Do you wanna play?” He asked. Nala just stood there with the toy still in her mouth. Daveed gripped it, and Nala immediately started tugging on it.

She and Daveed played for ten minutes before Nala got bored and ran off to choose another toy. She came back with a ball and this time went to you.

You played with her until she got bored again, and wanted to play with her rope again.

You and Daveed continued to amuse her for the rest of the day, not finding any time to hang out by yourselves (not that you wanted to, since taking care of Nala was the only reason you were brought onto the planet).

Eventually Nala tired herself out again, and fell asleep.

“She has so much energy.” Daveed commented. He took out his phone and checked the time. “Shit, it's late.”

You yawned. “You can stay over if you want.”

Daveed smirked. “Can I sleep with you in your bed?”

Rolling your eyes, you nodded your head. “Yes, you can. Now shut up and let’s go to bed.”

Daveed ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower and you waited patiently for your turn. When you were both ready, you got dressed in your pajamas: a long t-shirt. Daveed just put on a fresh pair of underwear (he had clothes at your house, you had clothes at his house).

Daveed, thankfully, didn’t try anything as you both got into bed. You laid down, and he swung an arm over your hip. You fell asleep quickly. 

The next morning, however, Daveed tried something.

You were barely awake before Daveed’s left hand was making its way into your shirt, grabbing onto your breast.

“Daveed.” You complained before his hand began massaging it.

“Want me to stop?” He grumbled into your ear, sleepiness still evident in his voice.

“No...”

You sucked in a quick breath as Daveed pinched your nipple. You unconsciously began rubbing your ass into Daveed’s lap, and he responded by biting your ear and pulling your nipple harder.

His other hand had no trouble moving under your weight, as it started moving downwards, slipping into your panties.

His index finger started making circles around your clit, and you started panting, wanting him to touch you more.

“Don’t stop.” You said. Daveed’s fingers stayed at the same pace, although his breathing quickened. You own hand moved behind you and gripped onto his length.

You felt a figure jump onto your bed. Daveed’s hands stopped and you opened your eyes to find Nala sitting next to you.

You both sighed (you and Daveed, not you and Nala) and sat up.

“Morning Nala.” You said. You grabbed her tiny body and began petting behind her ear.

Daveed got out of the bed, grumbling about Nala being a cockblocker and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, you got up yourself and made your way into the kitchen, Nala jumping down from the bed and following you.

You fed Nala and started making breakfast for you and Daveed. When Daveed finally came out of the bathroom, smelling of your minty toothpaste and still only wearing his boxers, he began helping you by putting bread into the toaster.

You both quickly finished breakfast and sat down to eat it. Nala, of course, wanted to try some of it.

“I’m only giving you a little piece of bread, alright? Bread isn’t good. It makes you fat.”

“Oh it does? Maybe that's why I’ve been gaining weight.”

You dropped your fork on your plate, making Nala jump. You looked at Daveed.

“What fucking weight have you gained?”

“I’ve gained some weight. And I haven’t worked out in a while.”

“Daveed Daniele Diggs. I’m pretty sure it's physically impossible for you to ever gain weight. So imma need you to shut up.”

“But I have.” Daveed said, shoving some bacon into his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and both of you finished your breakfast, making light conversation (did talking about the dangers of glass dildos count as light conversation?)

Nala, again, had knocked out, this time in front of the TV where she had been sitting watching Animal Planet (which Jaz had said was Nala’s favorite channel).

Daveed sat next to you, handing you a cup of coffee that he’d just made. You quietly sipped it while you watched the documentary on meerkats that was currently playing.

Daveed had another idea of what you both should do. He sat a little bit closer to you, his hand beginning to trail up your thigh. You kept your face to the screen, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. He began tracing letters on your thigh. You concentrated on what he was writing on your leg.

I… W… A… N… T… Y… O… U…

Your effort to ignore him started bothering him, and he started trying harder to get you to pay attention to him. He moved your hair away from you neck and started kissing it, giving a slow lick to your pulse point. His lips moved up, now biting your ear. You felt your head move to the side to give him better access, but quickly moved it back where it was. Daveed let out a disgruntled noise, but continued his actions. The hand that was tracing letters on your thigh started moving again.

O… P… E… N… Y… O… U… R… L… E… G… S

Daveed wasted no time waiting for you to do it yourself, and slowly moved one leg over to move his hand up your inner thigh. His fingers began to caress the sensitive skin there and you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your lips.

Daveed chuckled, happy that he was finally able to break you. You decided that you were done playing games with him and opened your legs wider for him.

“Good girl.” He growled in your ear. His hand moved up until they reached the edge of your underwear. He moved the material aside and his thumb found your clit. You moaned the moment his finger made contact, and Daveed took that as his sign to continue. Not long after, Daveed slipped a finger into your wet core and began pumping it slowly into you. He managed to snake his other hand that was closest to you around to your neck, where he pulled your hair in order to pull your head back. This gave him easier access to your neck.

Daveed kept his finger at a steady pace, and soon added another finger. You were moaning and panting, and you couldn’t stand being in such an uncomfortable position.

You pushed Daveed away from you and he moved away as fast as he could.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rush yo-”

“Shh,” you said, putting a finger over his lips. You swung a leg over his lap and sat until you were straddling him. You slammed your lips onto his and he didn’t hesitate to kiss back. You opened your lips and Daveed slipped his tongue in. Your body began to grind itself into Daveed’s growing cock. He groaned and gripped your hips so that he could control the speed.

Daveed broke away from the kiss. “Take this off.” he grunted, already attempting to actually rip your shirt off.

“Stop, I like this shirt.” You said, slapping his hands away from your torso. You took the shirt off yourself and the moment you threw it across the room, Daveed’s mouth descended onto your breasts.

“God, I love these.” He said, wrapping his mouth around your nipple. At the wet contact, your hips started grinding harder onto Daveed. The texture of his boxers felt amazing on your pussy, and you didn’t suppress the moans that escaped your lips.

Daveed moved until you were now sitting on the couch. He trailed kisses down your body until he reached your panties. He gave a few small licks on your underwear before taking them off with his hands. Thankfully, Daveed wasted no time before shoving his face into your pussy.

Your hands gripped onto his curly hair, pulling every time Daveed sucked on your clit.

“You taste so good,” He said. “So fucking good.”

You only moaned in response. Daveed’s fingers made their way back into your entrance and he pumped them in and out, at a much faster pace that had you climbing your way to your climax faster than before.

“I’m… so… clo- Oh my god!” You shouted as his fingers found your G-Spot. “Yes, yes, oh my god yes!”

Yelling was a mistake.

Daveed yelped and moved away from you. You quickly sat up to see what was the matter and saw Nala staring at Daveed.

She started growling at him, then barked. Daveed stared at her, shocked that Nala was acting this way.

But you knew exactly why she was acting that way, and you could do nothing but laugh.

“What a good girl!” You praised. You stood up and found your panties and shirt, putting them on quickly before picking Nala up. She quickly forgot that she was supposed to be intimidating and started licking your face.

“Why are you calling her good? She just bit me!”

“She thought you were hurting me. That’s why she bit you. She was trying to protect me.”

Daveed gaped at you. “Wha- I wasn’t hurting you!”

“I know you weren’t. But Nala obviously doesn’t understand what human pleasure sounds like. So to her, my yelling made her think you were hurting me.”

“Well then… Maybe I shouldn’t be here if she’s going to attack me now.”

“Don’t worry. She’s probably already forgot about it. Here, hold her.” You outstretched your arms so that Daveed could take her.

He cautiously plucked her from your arms and Nala started yipping happily. She licked Daveed’s face, obviously over whatever happened before.

“Wow.” Daveed said before putting Nala back down on the ground. “Well, it's good to know that she at least has your back.”

“Mhm.” You said, walking over to Daveed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to kiss him before he pulled away.

“I’m kinda out of the mood now. She bit me pretty hard.”

“A four month old puppy bit you hard?”

“Yes. It hurt.” He said defensively. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I was going to give you a blowjob but I guess not.”

Daveed’s eyes widened before he sighed. “Damn it.”

You giggled and sat back on the couch. Nala jumped up with you, her chew toy in her mouth.

“Okay Nala. Only for a little bit, okay?”

Of course, as it always was with Nala, you didn’t play with her for a little bit. The rest of the day was spent throwing her toy across the room. At around 3:00 in the afternoon, you and Daveed took her out for a walk. Daveed bought you ice cream as you guys walked back to your apartment. Chocolate chip cookie dough for you, and rocky road for him.

“Can I try it?” Daveed asked, pointing at your ice cream.

“You don’t know how cookie dough ice cream tastes?”

“I- No.”

“Liar.” You accused.

“So?” He said. You both stopped to let Nala smell another dog that passed by her. You were busy paying attention to Nala, so you didn’t notice Daveed reaching his head over to lick your ice cream.

You noticed just as his tongue touched your ice cream and you quickly moved it away from him. Unfortunately, you swung your ice cream too hard and the scoop fell out of the cone. You stood there, gaping at your ice cream.

“You fucker. Give me your ice cream.”

“It’s still good! Five second rule!” He shouted.

“No. Give me your ice cream.”

Daveed sighed but complied. You happily licked the ice cream, while Daveed bit into your empty cone sadly.

“I just wanted one lick.” He grumbled.

You only smiled and patted his shoulder.

Back at your apartment, you and Daveed ordered takeout.

“I want some Thai.” He said, picking up one of the Thai menus you had laying around your coffee table.

“We had Thai last week. Can we try that Cuban restaurant that’s around the corner? I think they do takeout.”

“Uhh, how about no?” He said, looking through more of the menus.

“Ooooooh, let’s do that Guatemalan restaurant we tried a few weeks ago!”

Daveed shrugged his shoulders. “That sounds fine.”

You cheered and stood up to grab your cell phone. Daveed took it from you when you sat back down on the couch and ordered the food himself.

You both watched Animal Planet until the food arrived 20 minutes later.

“The last time we ordered from there, they took an hour to get here.” You said, sitting down on the couch and already taking the food out.

“That’s cause they’re pretty far from here.” Daveed answered, standing up to get forks from your kitchen. You waved the plastics forks up in the air as Daveed walked back with the real forks in his hand. He shrugged and sat back next to you.

“Then why did they take much less time this time?” You asked, taking out the carne asada from the bottom of the bag.

“They have another restaurant closer now.”

You nodded your head. “We should totally go there next time. Like physically.”

Daveed nodded his own head and shoved rice into his mouth. You both sat in silence for a while, just eating your food and watching Nala stare at the TV screen. Maybe Jasmine was right; Animal Planet seemed to be Nala’s favorite thing.

When you were both done eating, you laid your head on Daveed’s shoulder and he changed the channel to a movie. You didn’t recognize the movie, but watched it anyway. After a while, you began to feel sleepy. It was around 9:30 at night, but you had done a lot that day. Your eyes started falling, and you let them. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

Daveed hadn’t noticed. After a scene played, he turned to tell you whatever fact he knew about the scene when he noticed you were knocked out.

He smiled to himself. You always looked so beautiful when you were asleep. So peaceful and quiet. Much different than when you were awake. You could definitely drive him crazy. But he loved you for it.

He slowly moved your head from on top of him to lay on the sofa. When he stood up, he bent down to pick you up. You stirred but didn’t wake up. Daveed gently laid you on your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. He placed a kiss on your cheek. He stared at you for a few seconds, watching you sleep.

Jesus, how is she mine? Daveed asked himself.

The next morning, you woke up smelling bacon. With no hesitation, you jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

Daveed stood in front of the stove, no shirt on, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. There were still droplets on water falling from his body.

“Is it my birthday?” You asked, walking to Daveed and putting your arms around his waist. He moved the hand that was holding the pan to hug you quickly before going back to cooking.

“I woke up pretty early, so I thought I could make you breakfast.”

“Mmmm, are these done?” You asked, pointing at the bowl full of cooked bacon. You reached over to grab one before Daveed smacked your hand.

“No. Wait until everything is finished.”

“I hate you.” You said. In response, Daveed kissed you on the cheek.

It didn’t take him long to finish cooking. You both sat down to eat, when Nala, once again, came bouncing up to you, asking for some bacon.

“Nala...” You moaned, giving up a slice. She happily chewed on it before asking you for more. When you denied her, she moved on to Daveed, who gave her some too. She kept asking you both for bacon until it was all done.

You and Daveed took her for another walk. Back home, Nala ran around the apartment, keeping herself occupied.

It didn’t take long for you and Daveed to continue what happened the day before, now in the bedroom. Daveed had his cock ready to slide into you before Nala came bounding up to you both, looking for a playmate.

“Nala!” Both of you groaned. You considered telling Daveed to just ignore her and keep going, but it felt weird to have the puppy staring at the two of you… doing it.

And this continued on the rest of the week. It was like she sensed when you and Daveed were ready to have sex and decided to ruin it.

On Saturday, Jasmine texted you saying that they were back and you could bring Nala back home.

When you got there, Daveed in tow, you dropped Nala (gently) on the floor.

“I can’t do this again.” You said dramatically.

Jasmine frowned, looking confused. “What happened?”

“We couldn’t do anything!” Daveed said.

“What do you mean? She likes going out and if you left her by herself for an hour or two she would be fine-”

“No, Jaz, I don’t think they mean that.” Anthony said, giggling.

“What- Oh!” Jasmine burst out laughing.

You and Daveed stared at the couple, angry that they would find something so serious funny.

“Oh god! I should’ve warned you she likes to interrupt.”

“It would’ve been nice.” You sighed.

“Well, shoo.” Jasmine said, physically shooing you guys out as if you were flies. “You guys complain about not getting laid but you finally get the chance and you choose to stand here and continue to complain?” She finished pushing you both out of the apartment and slammed the door in your faces.

With no hesitation, you and Daveed ran to your car. Daveed was already pulling off his shirt before he even got in the backseat. Once he was in the car, you moved over him until you were straddling his waist. He practically ripped your shirt off your body then began kissing down your chest. You moaned and started grinding your hips down onto his body. Daveed moaned with you and things started getting more heated.

A hard knock on the window made you yelp. You both turned around to find a police officer standing next to your car. You quickly moved off of him, covering your chest while looking for your shirt. Daveed opened the door, putting on his own shirt.

“Hello, officer.” He said politely. Once you were fully clothed, you followed Daveed outside.

You noticed an old lady was standing behind the officer, her arms folded and her face angry.

The police officer told you both off for public indecency and let you off with a warning. You apologized to the old lady, who very rudely told you both that having sex in a car was both disgusting and disrespectful.

“Jesus is watching you know! He was looking down, staring at your boyfriend kissing you so… dirty.” She rambled. When she finally left, you and Daveed stepped back into the car, this time in the front and on opposite sides of the car.

“Maybe we should’ve waited until we got home.” Daveed mumbled.

“Or maybe we should’ve gone back to the Denny’s parking lot.” You joked, looking at Daveed with a smirk and giving him a wink.

“If I recall correctly, we got caught there too.”

“Yeah, but by Lin and Vanessa. And they didn’t stop us, sooo...”

Daveed laughed while you started the car.

Back home, you both finally got to continue what you couldn’t for an entire week.

“Finally.” Daveed whispered after you both finished coming down from your highs.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. You turned your back to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, playing the big spoon like always.

You both slept soundly now that Nala wasn’t there to ruin your sleeps.

And that was the last time you babysat Nala for so long.

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The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!

Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

"So I'm guessing you want to talk about it," she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

"I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale," he grumbled.

"You do," she agreed.

"So why did you think that was important to tell me?" Jughead began the interrogation. "Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?"

"Well it worked, didn't it?" (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn't even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don't know, because that's the beginning. I'm a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story."

"And so your beginning started here."

"Yes."

"But then you moved somewhere else?" Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?"

"Because we had to," she responded.  "My parents were... unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms."  Jughead's head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?" he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?"

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale," she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom's family."  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.

For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

Part four here