#and i have to spit it into my hand right before a coughing fit because on saturday i inhaled and swallowed one whole

[marmotsomsierost]

This cough is such fucking BULLSHIT, i am goddamn tired of it BEYOND TIRED in fact.

I have coughed so hard that i have fully - FULLY - dislodged my menstrual cup.

Four times.

FOUR.

[stxrmylxve]

ιт’ѕ тσσ вιg! ♡¸.•*

Pairing: Geto Suguru x fem! Reader

Warnings: oral (m!receiving), cum swallowing, nicknames (good girl, darling, baby, princess), overstimulation if your squint really hard, belly bulge, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, a lil bit of cussing, geto is sadistic lol, smut with fluffy ending, not really proofread

Geto would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on as you sat pretty beneath him, your mind beyond fucked out as you gagged on his cock.

Even if it was just a quick suck because he had a big meeting coming up soon, or if it was a reward for you waiting so long for him to get home, he loves every second of it. The way your warm mouth and cunt fit snug and perfect around his member, almost as if you were made for him.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving his cock impossibly deeper into your mouth as you gripped his pants, drool seeping down the sides of your mouth as you fought for air. A small whimper came from your mouth, the vibrations enough to send him over the edge as he threw his head back, emptying his load down your throat with a long groan.

The strong grip in your hair was released as you gasped for air, a string of spit connecting your lips to his red tip as you coughed. His dark eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you, a grin forming on his lips as he leaned over in the chair.

“Did you swallow it all, darl’?” he asks, brushing stray hairs behind your ears as he tilts your head up by your chin. You stick your tongue out, showing him that it was all gone as you wiped some of the spit off of your chin with a snicker.

“Good girl. Wha’cha think you deserve now? I had a long mission after all, so I will let you decide anything we do tonight.” he asks, rubbing your cheek with a soft smile as your doe eyes wandered off to think.

“M’wanna ride.” you say finally, a small smile forming on your lips as he leans back in his chair. Slipping his pants off all the way, he situates you to float right above his cock. You hiss as the tip slips through your folds; it was always a big stretch for you to battle. Not only was he long, he had girth too.

He lets out a satisfied sigh as he leans his head back, resting his hands around your waist as you sink down on his length. Your breath hitches when you're buried down to the hilt, the tip kissing your cervix as you squeezed your eyes shut. You thought that you had been prepped enough, sneaking in a few thrusts with your own fingers when you had been sucking him off. Yet here you were, your walls fluttering around his member as your hole stretched as far as it possibly could.

You let out a sharp gasp as your arm gave out, falling into his chest as your back arched from his length somehow driving itself even deeper than before. Your arms swung around his neck as you held on for dear life, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest as he placed a hand on the small of your back.

"You're acting like this is your first time again. Have I let my sweet baby down and haven't been tending to you enough?" he asks, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh as you nodded silently. He let out a small 'tsk' as he shook his head, "Well that just won't do, will it?"

He lifts up from the chair, not daring to pull out of your warmth, as he sets you down on his desk with your back against the cool wood. He lifts your legs up and throws them over his shoulders, pressing warm kisses along both of your inner thighs as he starts his slow thrusts. He grins as he watches your lips part, your eyes rolling back as he hits the spot you always love.

You babble a few incoherent words, pausing to let out a wonton of moans before you croak out a small "more, please." His eyes lit up at the words, pausing his kisses with a satisfied grin as he begins to ram into your cunt. Your eyes shot open as you gripped the corners of the desk, your knuckles turning white from the sheer grip.

"What? You said- hah- you said you wanted more. Look at this, I'm fuckin' you so well you can feel me." he says as he takes one of your hands and places it over the bump appearing and disappearing near your stomach. "I should go ahead a breed you, y'know? You would get pregnant in no time, easily. You want that? You want me to fill your sweet cunt up for being so good for me?"

You tried your best to nod, the thrusting doing the work for you mostly, as your hand traveled up to clutch his wrist. Your glossy eyes met his animalistic ones as your bottom lip quivered, muttering 'close' under your breath as your nails dug crescents into his skin, letting out a high-pitched moan as you came all over his cock.

Even though he was close to his own release, he slowed down just enough to loosely grasp it still but not overstimulate you (yet). With curious yet proud eyes, he watched a thin white ring form around his shaft. His eyes bounced up to your face as he watched it contort in pleasure, your brows knitting together with your eyes shut tight.

”Cum inside, please. M’want it.” you plead, your hands loosening on his wrists and moving up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, leaning down to press your foreheads together with a smile as his hips snapped into yours.

He began back with his ruthlessly paced thrusts when suddenly your walls clamped down due to another oncoming orgasm, pulling him over the edge quicker than he thought as he threw his head back once again, spilling his thick seed into your sweet cunt. You followed in suite, cumming for the second time in a row as you gripped his shoulders, shaking in his hold like a leaf.

He pressed a long kiss on your temple, brushing back your sweaty hair with a soft smile.

“You did so good, princess.” He coes, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled.

“Doing what I’m best at.” you reply

“Oh? Ready to continue what you’re ‘best at’ then? I have plenty of stamina too, you know.” he says with a laugh as you smacked his arm.

[euphoricwritez]

★ Virgin ★

ethan landry

cw: FEM READER!!! major nsfw, blowjobs, protected p in v, slight bondage ig u could say, hair pulling, loud ethan, make outs, he really likes ur boobs, name calling (slut), overstimulation, riding, shit writing

you and ethan were laying down on his bed watching a movie. everything was normal and quiet, but you decided to finally shoot your shot. "hey ethan," you started, "can i ask you something?" he looked at you, " yeah of course," "it's a bit weird," "just ask me" "have you ever had sex?" you don't know where you got so bold from, maybe it was the fact it was 3 am, no one acts sane at this time. he choked on his own spit, sending him into a coughing fit. "why- why do you ask?" "because i want to have sex with you," you both roughly started kissing, the feeling of relief, and need. you grabbing at his hair and him at your waist. you pulled at his hair, something you both fantasized about for months. he let out the cutest whimpers that made you feel so wet. the way he was desperately feeling up your sides made you feel so horny. you pulled back from the kiss and took his hands and placed them on the hem of your shirt. "go on baby, take it off for me will ya?" he suddenly felt any bit of boldness go away. it was one thing to run his hands down your sides and what not, but he has never done anything like this before, especially not with the person he's loved forever. "don't be shy" whispering in his ear. he slowly lifted his hands, with your shirt riding up until it was discarded somewhere else. "give me your hands, love," you took his hands into yours once again and placed them onto your chest, slowly moving them down onto your tits. he looked at you like he wanted to say something but he couldn't find the right words to say. his hands slowly reaching to the back of your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall. you pulled him back into the kiss, his hands messing with your boobs. his body was on fire, he didn't think this would happen, ever, especially not with you. your tongue reached into his mouth, his beautiful whines keeping you going. you pulled back once again causing him to whimper. you suddenly went to kiss his neck, gentle and rough at the same time. in between kisses you said, "you know-" one kiss, "you never answered my question," you bit down on his neck, specifically on his adams apple, sure to leave a mark. he quietly moaned and you reached down to his bulge, slowly palming him. "are you a virgin or not?" you whispered. through moans and gasps he was able to respond with a quiet "yes." you kept on giving him marks all over his neck, not caring for the next day. "p-please, it- it hurts." "don't worry baby, i'll take care of you." you motioned for him to sit at the edge of the bed, although the was confused he obeyed. when you dropped to your knees, you unzipped his jeans and teased him through his underwear. "i know baby," you rubbed his thigh softly, your other hand slowly creeping up to the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them off. you looked up at him and saw him already staring, he felt as if he had fever. you admired his beautiful cock, the pretty red tip that leaked out precum. you slowly snaked your hand around the base, lazily pumping it. he covered his mouth to try to fight back his loud moans. "no, let me hear you. i want to hear how good i make you feel," you sped up your ministrations as you held the hand he was using to cover his mouth. after working him for a bit, you finally put him in your mouth. as soon as you did, he let out a choked mixture of a moan and a whine. he was spouting out gibberish at this point, but you were no where near done. you sucked on his tip, letting your tongue lick the slit. he tasted so good it was unbelievably. you hungrily took in the rest of his cock, causing his whole body to shake. his hands were clutching the bed sheets. "ohmygodohmygod please!" he moaned out. you took him out of your mouth to ask "please what?" his embarrassed face could only whisper out "fuck me, please..." that was so fucking hot you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. you pushed him back on the bed and you got up from your knees, quickly getting rid of the rest of your clothes. "you don't know how long i've been thinking about this, ethan," you whispered and

he covered his face in embarrassment. you sat on his thighs, starting to tell him about all the times you got off to the thought of him. you slowly lifted yourself up and hovered over his cock. he was staring daggers into you, his face contorted into a face with need. you looked at him as if asking him if he was ready. "please..." he said again, his voice exasperated. you reached for the condom you kept in your bag just in case this ever happened and put it on him. as soon as it was on, he watched as his cock slowly disappeared into your pussy. he moaned not only at the feeling of you, but the view of you. you slowly started bouncing and he couldn't hold back his moaning, his hands reaching for your tits again. you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his hand and he whined. "i know you're desperate but you don't have to be such a slut ethan..." increasing your pace. he felt his stomach do flips at the name. you felt his cock twitch inside you. "aw did you like that name? are you a slut for me?" "yes! p- please i'm gonna cum!" with one last bounce, he came with a loud moan of your name. once you got off of him, he pulled you down next to him. you gave him a small kiss. he seemed exhausted but before he fell asleep he said, "thanks for taking my virginity..."

EW THIS SUCKS ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[billys-pretty-babe]

Sick Babe

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wintertime in Hawkins was brutal for Billy's body the first winter that he's in Hawkins and luckily, he has you, his best friend, to take care of him.

Warnings: Swearing, vomiting

Word count : 1,563

The coughs made his ribs rattle, his throat already sore from the copious amount of vomit that he had expelled earlier in the day. Now, he sat up, his hair pulled back into a low bun as he groaned, looking up at the ceiling. He was going to die; he just knew it. His body wasn't made for Hawkins winters. His coughing fit stopped, and he took a deep breath. Each breath he took, he could hear himself wheeze.

You walked into his bedroom, seeing how miserable he was. "I brought you water because you're dehydrated and soup." You put the hot bowl on his bedside table, handing him the bottle of water and he took a few sips of it. You walked into his bathroom, looking through the medicines that he had. You grabbed the jar of VapoRub and a fever patch, before walking back into his bedroom.

You pushed the few straggler pieces of hair back, sticking the cold patch to his forehead. "This has fucking Mickey Mouse on it," he grumbled as he saw the packaging in your hand. "Would you rather stay hot or have a little relief?" He made no comment, just looking at you with soft eyes. "That's what I thought. Now take your shirt off."

His lips twitched, fighting a smirk, making you roll your eyes because you knew he could be on his death bed one day and still be the biggest flirt alive. He slowly took the white tank top off, throwing it over the side of the bed. You uncapped the plastic jar and dipped your fingers into it. "It's gonna be cold," you warned before placing the jelly-like substance on his chest, hoping his blonde chest hair wouldn't get matted whenever the gel dried up.

His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of you rubbing his chest. "Billy, I swear if I feel your boner, I'm cutting it off with no remorse, I'm not even playing with you." He mocked you, voice hoarse as his hands held your waist. "Can you lay with me?" And there was the clinginess that you had been subjected to for the last ten hours, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop anytime soon.

"Let me finish this, and after you eat your soup, we can cuddle." He nodded, letting you finish rubbing the gel on his chest before he slowly ate his soup. He put the bowl down, about half of the can still in the bowl. "My stomach hurts." You nodded, taking the bowl into the kitchen, dumping it into the trash, knowing he wouldn't eat it and you wouldn't be able to eat it.

You walked back into his bedroom, his sheet on the floor as his bathroom door was open where you could see him leaned over the toilet, his fingers white with how hard he gripped the toilet seat. You looked through his drawers, finding the mint gum and popping a piece into your mouth, trying to control your own gags.

You grabbed his water bottle and grabbed a rag, making your way into the bathroom, sweeping pieces of hair away from his sweaty forehead. You rubbed his back, trying your best to comfort him but also trying to take your mind off of your own stomach churning. You wet the rag in his sink and wiped his mouth after he flushed the toilet.

"Sit," you ordered, and he put the toilet lid down, sitting on top of it as you grabbed his toothbrush, barely putting toothpaste on it. You handed him the toothbrush, opening a new one and placing it into his toothbrush holder as he brushed his teeth, toothpaste foaming on his lips. He spit everything out, rinsing his mouth out with his water a few times before taking his bottle of water and taking a few sips.

You rubbed his lower back, "Come on, bedtime, B." He nodded and staggered to the bed, his entire body aching from whatever illness he had. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna put a bag in your trashcan just in case." He nodded, laying down as you found his small trash bags and put it into the black trashcan that he kept in his bedroom for cigarette boxes and beer cans.

You placed the can right next to his bedside table, adjusting the fan speed as he sprawled out, trying his best to cool down. You dug through his drawers full of clothes, finding his gym shorts and you handed them to him. "Here, you're gonna get too hot in your sweatpants." He nodded, shimmying out of the grey material, kicking them off of the bed as he slipped the green shorts on, pulling them up so most of his thigh was exposed.

He flipped the band down, tying the strings loosely. "Need anything else?" He shook his head, putting his arms up, eyes soft but needy. You knew how his dad was, there was no way he took care of his son while he was sick, Susan definitely didn't take care of her stepson and you knew that Billy wouldn't allow Max into his room to help him, just in case she got sick, and Neil blamed him.

You laid beside him. "If you get sick, I'll take care of you too." You nodded, massaging the roots of his hair. "You know, for a guy who hates everyone and everything, you sure do tolerate me." He looked at you, eyes lowering slightly. "Cause I don't hate you, now cuddle with me." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist, rubbing his sides with your thumbs.

"When do you think I'll get better? We have school tomorrow." You softly hushed him, "Don't worry about that, I'll figure that out, but we definitely won't be able to go to school." He nodded, patting your back with his right hand, his left lying on his stomach. "Are you gonna be sick again?" He shook his head, "No, my stomach feels fine, it's just everything else." You nodded.

"Good, cause no offense, if you throw up again, I'll be joining you." He laughed before groaning and moaning in pain. "Go to sleep, maybe you'll feel better when you wake up." He nodded, "Are you still gonna be here?" You nodded, "Of course." He nodded, taking the sheet off of his body, his skin slightly shiny from sweat. "I'm hot." You nodded, "I know, B, you still have a fever, you have to sweat it out." He nodded, sprawling out more. "You're squishing my balls, move over a little so I can spread out." You laughed, rolling your eyes before moving so he could get comfortable, and he pulled you back to his side.

"There, future Hargrove babies are safe." You looked up at his face, "You want kids?" He nodded, "I may have had shit parents, but I made a promise to myself that I'd be better than both of them to my kids. If I get to have my own kids, if I can find someone to put up with my bullshit."

"Me,", you wanted to say, but instead you just nodded. "I'm sure you'll find someone one day, we're still in high school, we don't need to be thinking about babies right now." He hummed, "Tell that to the girls at school who are already knocked up." You snickered, "Think one of them is carrying a future Hargrove?" He shook his head, "Fuck no, I wrap up. I'm not risking it right now; I'm trying to get out of here after I turn eighteen." You nodded.

"Come with me, leave with me when I do. We'll go to California or somewhere in Illinois so I can keep an eye on Maxine still." You nodded, "I'll think about you."

No, you wouldn't, there was nothing to think about. You spent your entire life in Hawkins, you needed to get out.

He nodded, rubbing his fingers into your back, almost like he was giving you a massage as he shut his eyes. He was trying to soothe himself, his mind running wild, his thoughts were mainly about you and when you'd leave him, you'd get sick of his bullshit. Maybe he'd snap at you one day and you'd stop being friends with him.

It pained him to even think about that because he was a loner, you wouldn't think he was if you looked at the people he hung around at school but outside of it, he was never with those people unless it was at a party, but you were always around. The two of you spent numerous nights with each other a week, always got breakfast on the weekends, he helped your dad work on cars at his shop for extra cash.

Your dad saw through Billy's facade whenever you were around, he had even told your mom about the way that Billy looked at you, and between the two of them, they knew it was just a matter of time before Billy was showing up at the house as your boyfriend instead of friend.

He looked down at you, your own eyes shut, your forehead against his ribs. He smiled, something he mainly did around you, as he continued to rub your back, shutting his eyes once more, trying to calm his heart, and he cleared his mind as he fell asleep.

[fushironi]

Okay scratch my itch 🥺👉👈

I don’t feel like working so can we imagine coworker Toji fucking his work crush like an animal in the supply closet 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ maybe her date hits her up and cancels (again) so she feels unattractive and he decides to remind her just how attracted he is towards her 😩 (she thought he was kidding before)

Okay, okay, so we’re going THIS route😏

If this sucks, I am sorry 😢 This is my first ask soooo yes. I love you! 💕

Tw: mndi, cursing, use of pet names, a little bit of self-hatred, sex in a closet, oral(m!receiving), fingering, edging, spit kink, Toji forcing you to eat because he cares,

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“Seriously, again?” your voice was just loud enough for you and anyone else that was close to hear as you read the message on your screen. Your date had cancelled on you again, and you couldn’t help but feel defeated, upset, and unattractive. You weren’t always the nicest to yourself when it came to your looks, but you had woken up feeling good about yourself- not so much anymore.

You let out a small sigh, shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jacket that hung on the back of your chair. You had worn something nice to work as you would be leaving right after; a black pencil skirt that hugs your curves in all the right places, a red blouse that fits just a little snug at the top, and some black pumps-the perfect feel good outfit.

“What’s the matter?” A familiar deep voice rings in your ear, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You smile as you look up to your handsome coworker Toji, the expression on his face reading concern.

“Nothing. My date just cancelled on me and I-” “Isn’t that the fourth time this month?” Toji interjects, his eyebrow raising. “Yea, but it’s okay..” your voice trails off as you look at your feet, not wanting to make eye contact. Toji shifted on his feet, not really knowing what to do. He has always had a thing for you ever since you started working at the company, but you already had someone you were “seeing” so he didn’t advance. On the other hand, he could always tell when something was bothering you when it came to anything really, but especially this date of yours. Always flaking on you and making you sad.

“You look great, but the way.” Toji says after a few moments, trying to break the silence. “Eh. I guess.” You reply as you shrug your shoulders, going back to the file on your desk. Toji frowns at your response, hating that you didn’t see what he saw. “Want to get lunch with me? My treat.” He was trying to get you to look back at him, to show that beautiful smile he adored. You let out a sigh, rubbing your temples.

“Thanks,but I’m good, Toji. Besides, there are prettier girls than me that you can take to lunch. I’ll just embarrass you just by being there.” Your words stabbed him like a knife. Why would you say that? Is that how that scumbag makes you feel about yourself? “Y/N, please I just-” “I have to get back to work. Thanks for the offer, I’m okay.” You give him a tight lipped smile, trying to convince him to leave. Every bit of you wanted to say yes, hell-who wouldn’t say yes to a man like him-but you just weren’t feeling it. You felt ugly and a little on the heavier side (more than normal) and didn’t want the hottest man in the building being seen with someone as lowly as yourself. You shouldn’t talk about yourself the way you do, but you don’t know how to feel any other way at the moment.

As your lunch hour rolls around, you continue to work as you keep your mind busy. It was harder than normal when you can feel-and hear- your empty stomach, but again, you didn’t bother. You sigh as you dig through your desk drawer, trying to find something to satiate the feeling in your stomach. You come across some chips, shrugging your shoulders as you take them out. Something is better than nothing, so you happily munch on the not-so-filling snack. Your jolted out of your thoughts as you hear a cough come off from the side. You look up to see Toji sitting on the edge of your desk. “Here.” His voice was strained as he handed you a bento box, your eyes floating between him and the food. “I’m okay. Th-” “Take it, little girl,” his voice left no room for arguing as he spoke. You discreetly pull your thighs together at his words and take the box. Has he always had that affect on you? If he had, you never really paid attention until now.

“Th-thanks.” You stutter as you clear your throat. You shouldn’t being getting hot and bothered by your coworker, considering you were actively seeing someone-if you can even call it that. He lets out a grunt as he pushes off your desk, satisfied that you accepted the food. Toji usually wasn’t pushy with stuff like this, but it was different for you and he didn’t know why.

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“See you Monday!” You call out to your coworkers as they leave the building, the work day finally over. You were still working away, not really having anything to rush off to. Your cat ca essentially take care of itself. You get a few emails typed up and sent before getting up to go pull another file. “You’re still here?” Toji’s voice startles you as you make your way back to your desk. You place a hand over your chest to steady your heartbeat, not expecting anyone to be here. “Yeah. I am. My date bailed so here I am. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get back to work and not have to curse you with my looks any longer.” Your words came out harsh, probably more than they should have. You try to push passed his large frame, but he wasn’t having it.

“Come’ere.” He growls as he forcefully grabs your hand, pulling you into the supply closet. Before you have a chance to protest, your back is pushed against the wooden door and your lips are trapped in a hot and heavy kiss. You feel your body move on its own as you melt into his frame, your fingers going to grab at the nape of his neck. His lips, although scared, feel like clouds against your own, his hands holding your hips firmly against his. After what feels like forever, you two break away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

“I’m sick of that scumbag treating you like shit and making you feel anything less than beautiful. So, I’m going to show you.” Toji grins, his voice low as he spoke. You didn’t have much time to protest before his lips capture your neck, causing soft moans to ripple through you. He quickly discards your shirt and bra, a low growl leaving his lips as he starts to suck on your nipple. Your hands find his hair once more as you tug slightly, the feeling of his lips on your skin making you dizzy. You feel Toji tugging at your skirt, silently cursing when it doesn’t pull down. “Here. Let me help,” you breathe as you reach behind and unzip the tight fabric. You felt exposed standing there in front of him, trying to hide your body.

“I want to see you. You’re beautiful and for those who think otherwise, fuck them.” Toji purrs as he presses his lips back to yours. He lifts you with ease as he settles you on his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Off,” you mumble against his kiss as you tug at his button down that was way too tight for his muscular body. He smirks as he takes off the thin fabric, a low groan falling from your lips as you bask at the beauty that is your coworker. “Like what you see?” Toji held a smug look on his face as he loomed over your form, simply nodding ‘yes’. You’re sure he’s just a beautiful beneath the belt and you didn’t waste much time trying to figure it out. You have him set you on the ground as you drop to your knees, pulling down his pants as you go.

He was much bigger than you thought and you felt your core grow wetter the more you examined his length. He was thick, long, and girthy. The veins standing out perfectly along his shaft. “It’s all yours. Take it,” Toji purrs as he pets your cheek, encouraging you to make a move. You do so without hesitation, licking the swollen mushroom tip. The precum that sat there was salty, but slightly sweet all in the same note. You tease his tip with your tongue, watching him squirm above you. You could tell he was trying to keep from fucking your face right then and there, not wanting to ruin your pretty makeup-not yet. You give in and slowly take him down your throat, a long and breathy moan falling fro his lips at the feeling. “Ahhh, that’s right. Such a good girl,” Toji praises as you start to bob your head, stroking what can’t fit in your mouth. You begin to build up confidence as you watch the beast of a man above you become like puddy in your hands all thanks to your warm mouth. You were the type of girl who got horny from giving head, so you wanted to make sure to treat him right.

You push Toji deeper down your throat, earning an audible growl from him. This made your pussy throb as you began to deep throat him, gagging every so often as he bucked his hips. “Fuck it,” he groans as he grabs a fistful of hair, beginning his assault on your face. You happily let him take over, batting your eyelashes up at him as you keep eye contact. “Fuck me you look beautiful right now. My cock destroying that pretty little mouth of yours. So willing to drop to her knees for me,” His words have your head spinning and pussy throbbing and he fucks your face faster and harder, your mascara starting to run. Your hand travels between your thighs as you desperately try to relive some of the throbbing, only to have Toji forcefully jerk you from his cock. “Don’t even think about it. That’s my job,” he growls, a smirk evident on his face. You nod sheepishly, your face hot and wet from all of the spit that trickled from your lips. “Good girl. Now open,” he orders, your tongue shooting out from your mouth. You let a man escape your lips as you feel his spit it your tongue, your body instinctively swallowing. “So fucking hot,” he purrs as he taps his dick against your lips, your mouth willingly opening.

Toji could get drunk off the feeling of his dick in your warm mouth, especially with the way you take his length with such ease. You definitely knew what you were doing, relaxing your tongue flat against the underside of his cock as he rocked his hips into your face. “Such a pretty girl” he groans as he holds you down at the base of his shaft, watching as you swallow around him instinctively. “Good girl,” he breathes as he pulls you off for air, standing you up by your hair. You were a mess, but a beautiful one. He made note to see you like this more often, not wanting anyone else to make you this way. You let out a whine as his lips find yours once more, his fingers sliding over your sensitive numb. You were coating his fingers in slick easily, the previous actions getting you wound up. He dips his long digits inside of you, eliciting a moan from your pretty little lips. “Fuucck,” you breathe, your fingers digging into his biceps . Toji just smirks as he adds another finger, stretching your walls in order to take him properly. He didn’t want to damage his little toy, now does he?

His fingers expertly work your insides and your clit, changing pace every so often. Moans fill the small space as you rock your hips against his hand, trying to chase your own high. “Want you to fuck me, Toji.” You whine, wanting more than just his hands to get you off. Toji lets out a dark chuckle as he continue to work your pussy like a pro, small moans leaving your lips. “Oh yeah? Think you can handle it?” His voice was cocky as he worked his fingers faster inside your, your body reacting to his touch a he found that special spot that can have you falling over in seconds. “Bingo.” He smirks to himself as he abuses your gspot with his fingers, wanting to watch you lose yourself. The little whimpers and whines that fall from you are like music to his ears, his thumb circling your clit. You buck your hips at the added stimulation, your nails digging further into his skin. You let out a constant string of moans as you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter, your walls clenching around his fingers. “So close Toji,” you purr in his ear, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Not so fast.” He breathed as he yanked his fingers from your center, a gasp falling from your lips at the emptiness. You watch as he tastes your slick off his fingers, a moan falling from your lips at the sight. “Tastes so good baby. Wanna try?” Toji smirks as he looks over your face. You nod your head eagerly as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking on it gently. You moan around his thick digit at the taste of yourself, your eyes never leaving his. “Such a dirty little whore,” his words shot straight to your pussy, loving how he talks to you in such a filthy yet endearing way. “Does the little girl want my cock? Hm?” You nod your head as his lips find your neck once more, his teeth all but breaking the skin. You let out a string of moans as he assaults your neck, already feeling the bruising surface. “Jump.” He orders, his hands finding your waist as you do so. You whimper as the tip of his cock brushes your clit ever so slightly at the action, Toji chuckling in response.

“You’re so beautiful to me and I want to show you, okay?” His voice was softer now as he looked into your eyes, rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds. You smile and nod your head, pressing your lips together as he slowly sinks you down on his cock. You try to break away to let out a small scream, but Toji holds you firm against his lips, swallowing the sound. The stretch was a blissful pain, the burning of it all just making you dizzy. You take a breath as you both pull away, Toji’s eyes scanning your face. Once he could tell you were okay, he slowly works his hips, thrusting into you slow and hard. “Fuck, right there.” You breathe as he finds that sweet spot of yours. Toji smirks as he picks up the pace, watching your head lull backwards against the door as he bounces you on his cock. You brain became hazy as his thick cock worked its way inside you, pressing your cervix with each thrust.

“Such a pretty little pussy. Taking my cock like a champ.” his words make your head spin and your pussy clench as he continues Toji assault you in the most beautiful way. His lips find your breasts again, beginning another assault there. They were beautiful to him, bouncing ever so slightly as you moved on his cock. His lips find your nipples, going back and forth as he sucked on the little nubs. You gasps as you feel Toji go deeper as he raises your leg, opening you wider. “Feel good, princess?” He smirks as he picks up speed, never once letting his eyes leave your face. All you could do is nod as your nails rake down his arm, the new angle allowing him to hit your a-spot. “Fu-fuck Toji, feels s’good.” You moan as you find his lips once more, wanting to taste him on your tongue. Your pussy clenches as his hand finds your clit, rubbing hard and fast circles against the sensitive bud. Your body felt like jelly as he used you, his lips leaving marks in every possible place on your skin. You didn’t mind though, nor could you really think straight to care. Your mouth falls open as you let out constant moans at the feeling of his hands and cock working your body.

Your fucked out expression is one that will burn in Toji’s brain for the rest of his life. Seeing you like this has only ever been a dream of his, so to be able to witness this in person has his head spinning. He could feel you getting closer to your high, your body reacting to his like it was nothing. Your head begins to go blank as you walls squeeze his cock, his assault on your pussy bringing you closer to the edge. “Gonna cum Toji,” you whine as you dig your nails into his shoulder, your tits rubbing against his. He chuckles darkly as he pushes your other leg higher on the wall, a small scream falling from your lips. “I want a better view for when you lose your mind,” he teased as he fucks into you hard. Between the new position and this mans ungodly pace, your brain goes white as you let out a mix of babbles and moans, feeling absolutely fucked out of this world. You don’t know why you never had this man use you before, but you know now that he would be for the rests of your life if he’d want. You felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter as your walls sucked Toji in like a vacuum, chasing your climax. “Please. C-can’t hold on” your sweet voice was enough to push him over, but he refused to finish first. He wanted to finish with you. “Just hold it a little longer baby. Almost there,” Toji groaned as he moved his hips faster.

Your lower body was beyond numb as you became a fuck toy to the man in front of you. Your cunt squelched as he bullied his way to his high, your tongue falling from your lips. You knew it would be damn near impossible to walk, let alone drive, after this, but that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was, this man isn’t going anywhere. “T-Toji, please. Oh fuck- I can’t” you moan repeatedly, his lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. “Cum.” He breathed, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You let out an inaudible scream as your body shook, coating his cock in a pretty shade of white. Toji followed just a few seconds later, his hips still rutting into you as he fucked you through your highs, coating your walls white. His hips move slower as he rides out his high, your body shaking ever so slightly with each movement. Toji rests his head on your shoulder as he finally stops, his hands lowering your legs to wrap around his waist.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, both of your brains in another world. “Fuck,” Toji curses as he lifts his head, strands of ebony locks sticking to his forehead. He places a gentle kiss to your lips, slowly lowering you to the ground. He keeps a tight hold on you as you steady yourself, not wanting you to fall. “I hope this isn’t the last time I get this chance. You’re beautiful to me and I want to show you everyday.” Toji whispers against your lips. You press a soft kiss to the edge of his mouth, your eyes meeting his. “I think we can make that happen.”

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[sweetracha]

its like im too anxious to sleep 😞 but i have been drinking lots of fluids!!! im sure my meds will kick in soon and hopefully let me drift off 🥹

on another note - could you maybe write a daddy!jeongin thing but its mostly just reader being obsessed with his hands? (totally not projecting 🥴)

Oh Sugars, I understand that feeling it is awful! I'm very glad to hear you are drinking lots of fluids! My Sweeties got to stay healthy!

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Daddy Dom Jeongin x Sub reader, female pronouns, choking, gagging, and pet names

Daddy's Hands

A soft light illuminated your room from the window on your right. You stretched and groaned, not wanting to face the world today. When you reached out to find comfort in your lover, he was gone. His spot in bed has a phantom warmth meaning his departure was not long ago. As your bare feet hit the cold wooden floor you hissed. You straightened out your sage green silk nightgown and made your way into the hall. It wasn’t long before the smell of toast and bacon filled your senses. If your suspicions were correct, you would find Jeongin in the kitchen.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” his chuckle at his own joke was raspier due to it still being the morning.

“Good morning prince charming” You strolled past him and gave a quick kiss on his cheek. While he was distracted you stole a piece of bacon.

“Wrong movies but I will let it pass because you are so adorable in the morning, princess. Now sit down and no more stealing food!” You followed his whiney instructions and sat at the kitchen island.

You watched Innie finish making breakfast but soon it was your turn to be distracted. Long and slender fingers grasped the whisk tight as he stirred the pancake batter. His other hand skillfully flipped the meat in the pan. When a bit you batter splashed out of the mixing bowl, he used two fingers to scoop it up and pop it into his mouth. How was this so sensual? You two had never fully discussed your addiction to his hands before. When he would tease you for staring too long you usually changed the subject or laughed it off. It was painfully obvious now, as you were soaking the seat below you, that you had a thing for his hands.

“Earth to y/n, baby? Hello?” it was clear he had noticed too. When you snapped back you saw the smug expression on his smirking lips. “Someone sees something they like?”

“I just spaced out while you were cooking, I am probably still tired” you deflected but he wasn't buying it.

“You just happened to be spacing out on my hands? You seem to be doing that a lot these days, hmmm” he grabbed something out from the fridge and set it in front of you. His hand cupped your face gently as he ran his thumb under your bottom lip. He stayed there and played for a second longer before pulling down your lip with the pad of his thumb. A soft moan left you. “if you are so distracted baby, maybe I need to give you something to do” he pulled the bowl closer and dipped his middle and ring finger into the sauce. “tell Daddy how this tastes.”

With that, he opened your mouth up and slide in the two fingers. He let the weight of the fingers sit on your tongue for a moment before he slides further and further back. The sweet taste of honey was left on their trail. As he inched towards the back of your throat you felt your gag reflex acting up. You attempted to pull away but Jeongin was quick to stop you with a hand to the back of your head. He cradled you in a position that should otherwise be sweet but inside was tainted with pure lust. “Uh Uh baby girl, no pulling away from daddy. Taste it” he looked into your watery pleading eyes with his own darkened cold ones. He slipped his fingers as far back as he could and gagged you. You fought back with a coughing fit as spit filled your mouth. When he was satisfied he retreated.

“Messy little thing for daddy” he cooed as the smeared your spit to coat your now plump lips. “What do we say, princess?”

“Thank you, Daddy” Your voice was almost gone at this point.

“Good girl” Along with his words went your panties as he ripped them off of you. “So fucking wet princess. All for me? Just a messy desperate thing for daddy, aren’t you?” he rubbed his hand up and down your cunt.

You moaned in pleasure at his soft petting movements but one particular motion elicited a gasp from you. Your clit hooked on his smooth cold metal rings and you couldn’t help expressing how good it felt. All of a sudden innie’s hand got wetter.

“Oh princess, you liked that? Are daddy’s rings cold on your hot skin? Must feel so nice”. He rubbed his rings into your spot with more intention and pressure now. He loved how you were falling apart in the kitchen chair, all because of his hands. Jeongin knew there wasn’t a single thought besides pleasure in your head. As he slipped in those same two fingers he used to gag you, the others wrapped around your throat.

His instant speed and pacing left you speechless. The fingers around your neck closed tighter and tighter the closer and closer you came to release. It was like his calling card to tell you he knew just how good he was fucking you. Then he hit that spot.

“FUC—DADDY!” you were begging and pulling away but being stopped by the back of the seat. You both knew however that you did not want this to end.

“Take it. Sit there and take it like the desperate girl you are. Finally getting fucked by my hands just the way you wanted.” His hand finally choked you fully. “So be grateful and cum for me”

Those words sent you over the edge as you spammed on his hands. He helped you ride out your high and was careful not to overstimulate you when he pulled out. Before he started aftercare however he had one more thing to do. Jeongin collected your juices on his fingers and shoved them back down your throat, the scene mirroring the one before. As you gaged he praised you.

“Daddy’s good girl”

[revengeghoulette]

Dew's Necklace

MDNI, 18+ I took this cheeky little post by @sister-nyx, and turned it into this grossness. Enjoy :)

TW/CW: Choking, cumming untouched, degradation, spitting, deepthroating, Mean Rain, fuck toy Dew, cum bulge

They/Them Rain (it’s my first time writing with they/them pronouns so pls let me if I messed up somewhere in there. I tried my best to catch any mistakes) 

Trans Dew, cunt/vagina/clit used

Dew doesn’t know how long he’s been in Rain's room. It’s probably been hours. Arms above his head, wrists tied to the bed posts, blond hair splayed out underneath him, creating the illusion of a halo, but he was no angel. 

He’s covered in cum, sweat, slick, tears and lube. Rain’s cum leaking from his holes, a bulge starting to form from everything he’s taken from them.

Rain’s ruthless, unforgiving. They’ve edged Dew more times than he can remember with no release. They’re using him as a fuck toy, just how Dew likes it. He likes being at Rain's mercy.

They straddle Dew’s chest, looking at his red, splotchy face. Forcefully grabbing his face making Dew look at him. They pry open his mouth and spit it in before throwing his head back into the pillow. 

“Pathetic.” Rain scoffs. The response is a mangled cry. 

Rain’s slender fingers wrap around his neck, pressing the veins on his side. Dew’s eyes roll back, his back arches, letting out a strangled moan, pussy getting wetter by the second. Their fingers apply pressure on the faint gill scars that they know are still sensitive. 

“That’s right you slut. Moan for me, and maybe I’ll let you cum,” Rain reaches behind them and slaps his cunt, splashing slick onto his thighs, “fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

Dew bucks his hips, searching for a release, trying to reach for Rain’s hand. Rain lets go of his neck. “You’re such a fucking whore. Look at you, humping the air looking for a release. You’re going to have to beg for it.” 

“Please, Rain, please. I need to cum. Ple-” He can’t finish his plea because Rain’s fingers are wrapped around his neck again.  

“Embarrassing how you’re this wet and ready to cum just from choking.” As if they haven’t been fucking him for a few hours prior to laying him down and tying his hands. 

Rain very lightly taps Dew’s face, “What if I made you cum like this? You’d like that hm?” 

“Yes please. Rain, I need to cum. It hurts,” Dew’s begging like his life depended on it. 

Rain grabs their cock, strokes it while making eye contact with Dew. “You want this?” 

The fire ghoul underneath him nods, not confident to use his voice. Rain gets on their knees and slowly interests his dick in Dew's mouth. Dew’s gagging on Rain, but won’t tap out. He’s a good boy, a good toy, he can take them. 

“Sathanas, just listen to yourself. You know you can’t take me anymore like you used to now that your gills are gone.” 

Rain hold Dew down by his throat, feeling themselves slide down his throat. They thank the lord below for the toy they’ve been blessed with. After a few more strokes they’re cumming down Dew’s throat. 

“Fuck Dew, you’re so fucking good,” Rain pants as Dew’s crying and coughing below him. 

Once Dew’s recovered from his coughing fit, they squeeze  just enough to let the fog of that pleasant, floaty feeling fill his mind and then let go. They gradually hold his throat longer and tighter around his trachea until he's gasping and writhing. 

Dew knows this is the last of it. He knows Rain's ending ritual. Dew's clit is swollen and in pain, he needs to be touched, but he knows it's not going to happen. He feels his orgasm building up with the choking alone. Thinking about the handprints on his neck that he’ll be sporting for the next few days makes him light headed. He loves it when Rain marks him as theirs. 

Dew comes untouched with a strangled cry when they squeeze just right. Rain keeps hold of his neck as he writhes out his orgasm, applying the perfect pressure that he blacks out when he finishes.

When he comes to, he finds that Rain has uncuffed him and he’s leaning against their chest. They’re combing through Dew’s hair, getting rid of all the knots. 

“Welcome back, babe.” Rain kisses Dew before carrying him to the bath where they braid his hair and wash his body, loving every bit of his body, especially his touch starved cunt.  

[eoieopda]

hi lovely! for the 2k drabblepalooza, could I get Jin and friends to lovers? I just 🫡 ( i feel like he'd be perfect for it <33)

lmao, i went to pinterest before i started writing because that’s where i get the photos i use for fic headers. i am not exaggerating that i got sidetracked and spent ehhhhhh an entire hour just smiling fondly at my phone like a fool

the one with seokjin and the marathon

ft. childhood bestie seokjin, a critical analysis of rupaul’s drag race, and someone’s penchant for rapping while they rant.

It’s baffling, really, how you can be presented with the same circumstances — over and over — for two (2) decades and still not learn your lesson.

If you know anything at all, it’s that you should know better. You don’t, though, because all time seems to have done is weather down the ridges of your brain until experiences like this one slide right off.

Coincidentally, that’s precisely what happens to your tumbler full of coffee, which you’d had precariously balanced on top of your stack of books as you unlock your apartment. More specifically, when you unlock your apartment and find a half-slumped body on your couch.

Underscored by an unjustifiably startled gasp, your travel mug hits the hardwood floor with a dull clang and rolls somewhere unseen. Your saucer-wide eyes lock onto the unexpected head of black hair resting back against the cushion behind it, even though — realistically — you should expect this by now.

You gave him a key years ago, after all.

“Seokjin, you scared me,” you whine, but all you get is an absent-minded wave in response.

He’s too focused on whatever it is he’s watching to turn away from the laptop perched on your coffee table. From where you stand, you can’t see the screen — or the subtitles that would make sense of all the English flooding your ears.

“How long have you been here?”

It’s a mumble, he’s transfixed, but you think you hear him say, “Episode two.”

After accepting that vague reply, you shrug; then set your new — to you, anyway — used books onto the nearby console table. A quiet jingle rings out as you sling your keys over their designated hook. Then, once your hands are free, you wriggle free of the corduroy jacket and crossbody bag that weigh you down at your doorstep. With those quickly tucked into your hallway closet, you kneel down to unzip your boots.

Despite your thick, wool socks, the floor in your apparently heatless apartment is freezing. You hiss without meaning to, creep on tiptoe through your kitchen as if the floor is lava — or, more accurately, a lake not quite frozen enough to be trustworthy. You don’t stop until you find your runaway tumbler in its hiding place near the dishwasher. Thankfully, the absurd price proved itself worthwhile; your scorching hot coffee is still trapped where it belongs.

Your chilled hands cling to that warmth as you hop towards the rug splayed out over the adjoining living room floor. In a flash, you skirt around the coffee table, take up your usual spot on the couch, and promptly do what you do best: shove your frozen feet under the thighs of one shockingly patient Kim Seokjin. Relieved in an instant, you let go of a satisfied sigh.

He doesn’t react beyond a tiny smile, still staring intently ahead with thoughtfully narrowed eyes glued to the screen ahead. Too cold to wait, you take a hearty swig from your mug and immediately regret it. Your poor taste buds may be withering, but it’s a sudden realization that nearly makes you spit molten coffee out onto Seokjin’s lap.

For the record, you don’t.

“You’re watching RuPaul’s Drag Race?” You cough while blinking rapidly through forming tears. Seokjin, as if in a trance, lifts his hand and pats your back firmly — twice — to wordlessly assist you through your mild choking fit.

Still shocked by this development, you persist, “Without me?” Your brain is thoroughly scrambled, so you amend, “Without me making you?”

You’d blathered on about this show in particular for years. Adored it, avoided making plans if they would conflict with new episodes. And all the while, you nudged Seokjin, asked him repeatedly if he was ever going to give in and join you. Every time, he said he’d add it to the list.

Seokjin and that goddamn non-existent list.

It drove you absolutely nuts that Seokjin rarely watched anything new. No matter how much you’d rave about something or how many other people would tell him he’d love it, he’d watch the same, short list of shows and movies on a rotating basis. You’d nearly dropped dead when he’d watched an Oscar-nominated movie in the same year it was released — but that was 2008 and it was a Batman film.

You still maintain that this deviation from pattern doesn’t count.

Maybe it’s not necessary for you to see the screen any better, but something in your frazzled little lizard brain tells you to scoot closer. You don’t fight it; you untuck your thawed feet from under his lap, drape your legs over his lap, and lean in to rest your head on his shoulder. Seokjin doesn’t react, and this time, you can’t attribute that fact to his fixation on the lip sync performance.

For once, you can’t even pretend to be surprised.

None of this closeness was out of the ordinary. If you were telling the truth, it would be unsettling if you’d ever hung out with Seokjin without one or both of you hanging on to the other. You hope the day never comes where you find out what that feels like. Though you’re certainly not a doctor, your best guess is that it’d be a very rare kind of phantom limb pain.

You don’t bother to unpack why you feel that way, though. You simply nestle into the same comfort you’d always relied on and join him in watching two men in wigs spinning and kicking to Willow Smith’s “Whip My Hair.” Neither of you says a word.

It’s not until the performance is over that you realize Seokjin’s arm had, at some point, shifted from his lap. Now, it’s draped over your shoulder; and you’re closer than you were before. When did that happen?

“You’re already on season five?”

You don’t know why you’re whispering. Is it because you don’t want to interrupt Roxxxy Andrews’ tearful monologue about being left at a bus stop as a toddler, or because his face is right there?

The latter.

It’s the latter and oh, god, his cheek looks so soft. Your last brain cell is screaming at you to place your lips there, so you bite down on them instead.

Seokjin laughs as he continues to watch the drama unfold, like the answer is obvious. “Told you I’d add it to the list. I have to study up if I want Friday nights back.”

Something about this statement makes your heart flutter. The confirmation that the list is real and not some urban legend? The fact that he misses your unspoken yet semi-standing plans to do whatever? You feel another weird compulsion — this time, to cry — but you ignore it.

Instead, you timidly ask another question. “Do you like it so far?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have asked because you can’t say your prepared for how he might answer. Nothing is more nerve-wracking than offering up something you love for review by someone you love. Of course, it’s disappointing if they don’t end up liking it, but it’s soul-crushing if they have no reaction — and Seokjin hasn’t reacted.

You chew on your bottom lip and brace yourself for the worst.

“Don’t think I’ll ever understand,” he sounds something akin to annoyed and your high hopes crash-land in the pit of your stomach.

Jesus.

It was a gamble, asking your heterosexual, male friend to watch an absurd reality show — in a language neither of you speak — that centers around drag queens and their outlandish personalities. You knew this and you’d hoped that the only real barrier to him enjoying it was language.

When he tears his eyes away to look at you for the first time, your heart and brain both stop on a dime. There’s a pensive crease between his eyebrows, making you swallow in anticipation.

“If you’re going to do a wig reveal, why would you do it in the middle of a verse?”

You didn’t hear a starting whistle, but that doesn’t stop Seokjin from sprinting through his rant.

“No, seriously! If you’re lip-synching for — your — life, —” After emphasizing those three words with gentle yet impassioned pats on your shins, he sucks in a breath and lets the rest of his words fly out like machine gun fire.

“— against Alyssa Edwards, of all people — why wouldn’t you time your stunt with the music? Am I wrong? There was no crescendo! Not even a beat drop, just this very casual — oh, let me shrug off this first wig like I just got home from —”

Seokjin doesn’t get to finish what he started. Before you can even think once about it, you cradle his flushed cheeks in your hands and kiss him, hard. In the process, you shut him and that needy voice in your head right up.

When your own shock wears off, you expect him to pull away. You expect you to pull away. Wrong on both counts — yet again — you melt into him as his right hand shifts. Now anchored at the back of your neck instead of doodling mindless shapes over your cardigan, he presses himself closer to you until you can feel his pulse racing against your rib cage.

Experimentally, your tongue laves over the plush bottom lip you’d been staring at in wonder for years. Seokjin surprises you once again by opening up, groaning quietly into your mouth as you breach that perimeter and card your fingers through his hair.

You’re ready to throw yourself all the way into his lap — straddle him if you have to, just to kiss him deeper — but he pulls back, panting. You try very hard to swallow a whine. You fail miserably.

He stares at you like your answer might stop the world from spinning: “Does this mean you agree with me?”

“Seokjinie,” you snort as your laughter forces you to go limp in his lap. Your forehead bumps against his; it doesn’t hurt, but there are tears in your eyes, nonetheless. You wheeze, “It’s iconic!”

His eyes widen so much that you can see flecks of previously undiscovered amber within the deep brown. “It could be more iconic,” Seokjin rebuts, absolutely incredulous, “Think about it. If she had just —”

Flabbergasted, you interject with feigned offense and a gasp, “— You can’t show up ten entire years late to the party and start critiquing —”

“— I’ll do whatever I want, thank you very much,” he huffs, though a playful smirk is forming and causing his lip to twitch. He looks so pleased when you stop arguing and purse your lips.

You take the bait. Tilting your head slightly to the side, you hum, “Oh? Is that so, Kim Seokjin?”

It’s answer enough when he kisses you again.

[mommycitas]

hiii could i pls request negan x reader where the reader is sick and brings negan food in his cell bc it was her job and she starts to fight blacking out. maybe collapses right by his door and he reaches for the keys and gets out to help her. reader being concerned he’ll get in trouble bc he runs up the stairs to get someone’s attention maybe coming straight back to you. stuttering a “i’m scared” and holding out your hand. negan just being like r u sure and he holds it

A/N; thank you for the req!!! I love this idea so much and I hope you love what I wrote!!! And for the sickness I just gave reader like a flu/parasite typa thing but if you wanted something else lmk!!!

summary; Even when you are sick, you still have a job you have to do. When your body shuts down on itself, you get to see a sweet side of Alexandrias prisoner.

pairing; Negan x sick!fem!reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her , Y/N

Warning; swearing, being sick, throwing up, mentions of death, feeling like dying. NOT PROOF READ !!

Word count; 786

You shift in bed, covered in a hot coating of sweat and having a pounding headache. Sitting up you already regret ever being born. You couldn’t handle being sick and here you were, a mess that felt like death. But still, you had your dumb ass job. Being able to live in Alexandria was great and all but for fucks sake, why couldn’t someone else feed fucking Negan when you were in bed practically throwing your guts up? Feeding Negan wasn’t much to do but it was 90 degrees out under the blaring sun and doing all that walking wasn’t really your idea of a good day. But then again, Michonne said you have too because you’re the only person that can stand being around him. You put on your comfiest summer clothes and walk to the pantry.

Most of the time, someone had already prepared his lunch for you. Everyone felt bad you had to deliver all his meals to him but you really didn't mind him. You felt like one of these days you'd be able to see the sweet side of him. You make it to the pantry and find a meal fit for a prisoner inside. You sigh to yourself spinning on your heels and making your way to his cell. You look up at the sun and can’t help but already feel exhausted and ready to go back to bed. Tiny black dots sprinkle your vision as you walk down the steps to the holding room. Fumbling your keys and opening the door you’re welcomed with a warm smile from Negan. "Hey doll, how are ya?" He gleefully asks "Oh, you know" you shrug off. You stumble over to the cell he's locked in and grab out your keys once again. "How are you today Negan?" you slur while inserting the key, but he gives you a strange look. You feel a wave of heat wash over you before you drop the tray.

The sound of the metal clanging on the concrete floor rings in your ears as your vision goes blurry. Your legs start to give up as you topple over. Looking up at Negan through the black spots in your vision. You watch carefully as he reaches through the bars and opens his cell and runs out. "Shit!" you thought "he's gonna get his shit kicked, he's gonna get in so much trouble, and it's all my fault." you feel an abundance of saliva in your mouth as you try and sit up, throwing up all over yourself. Laying in a puddle of your own spit, throw up, and blood. It feels like you've been left for dead, you can barely even sit up, how are you supposed to get help? How were you supposed to know that a simple sickness would be the cause of your death?

You turned over to look at the entrance and saw Negan running down the stairs and kneeling next to you. "Sorry for leaving you, doll. I had to get someone to help." you smile slightly at him before coughing yet again. "Negan" you stutter and slur "I'm so scared." reaching your hand out to his "Am I dying?" he stares at you blankly, hesitating for what seems like years "No, no you're not dying Y/N. You'll be alright." grabbing your hand intertwined in his. Michonne and Siddiq run down the stairs and lift you up, caring you to the infirmary. Negan never letting go off your hand once as you passed out.

You open your eyes and see you are in the infirmary, laying on a pitiful cot. Siddiq is right next to you, replacing your iv bag. "Oh good, you're finally awake!" He proclaims once he notices you. "You had a real nasty bug, thankfully nothing too serious." You smile and nod "Thank you Siddiq" No longer slurring or stuttering "Where's Negan?" he gives you a weird look before pointing to a corner of the room. As you sit up and turn your head you see Negan, blissfully sleeping in an arm chair. "He's been here since you got here, he refused to leave your side." "How long was I out for?" looking back at Siddiq. He shrugs "A day or two maybe"

You look back at Negan and realize you finally were able to see the sweet side of him. You watch as he slowly opens his eyes and notices you're awake. "Doll, you're up!" he practically jumps over to you, embracing you in a warm hug. "I was so worried you wouldn't wake up." You softly smile into his neck and wrap your arms around him. You were thankful for the man who was a monster in all your friends eyes.

[shapeshiftinterest]

This Is Not The Princess You’re Looking For: bowser x luigi

one of bowser’s lines based on THIS

wanted a story where luigi’s in a dress but not as princess peach, kind of like in THIS doodle i drew

bowser comes to kidnap peach

she’s not here at the moment but why not talk to her cute brunet friend with the super short hair and pretty green dress?

story under the read more

This Is Not The Princess You’re Looking For (also on ao3)

‘There’s-a no way this is-a actually happening,’ Luigi thought to himself, dumbfounded. He watched Bowser flex an arm while continuing his exaggerated story about fighting Mario.

Mamma Mia this was happening.

A few minutes ago Luigi had been waiting for Peach in the Tea Room; she’d mentioned needing more time to prepare their snacks and Mario took the car because he forgot something at their house. Bowser had broken into the castle and landed right in front of Luigi.

It was a good thing the plumber was wearing one of his dresses today; it didn’t take long for the king to notice someone else was in the room after seeing a distinct lack of Peach. No, the real surprise came when said Koopa King, destroyer of castles, kidnapper of princesses, fighter of plumbers, looked the dress clad brother up and down...

...and started flirting with him.

Luigi was thankful he was wearing a mask because of a cold or Bowser would have noticed his jaw dropping. And the mustache, he guessed. Regardless, he could only mumble out that he was a foreign guest from far away when Bowser asked who he was.

‘Of course everyone knows who I am,’ he’d bragged, proudly puffing out his chest and thumping it with an equally large hand. Opening an eye to look down at the other, Bowser tilted his head to the side. He leaned down to take a white gloved hand in his and smirked, sharp teeth on display. ‘I’m a little upset Peachy girl never mentioned having such a cute friend though.’

A;LSKDFJ;ASD

Luigi coughed, choking on his own spit. Wow. Woooooow. He wasn’t sure if he was cringing or impressed; maybe both if he was being honest.

The green plumber waved the king’s concerned looks, stating that he just had a cold.

‘I could kiss you to make you feel better?’

That just started another, shorter coughing fit with Luigi rejecting the offer on the grounds that he didn’t want the king to catch his cold. Surprisingly, Bowser didn’t look like he was coming onto him with the suggestion. ‘Maybe it’s-a his solution whenever his kids were sick,‘ Luigi thought in between coughs.

‘Ahem, how do you know the princess again?’ Hopefully asking about Peach would be enough to buy some time before Mario came back.

Bowser lit up and immediately started talking about his (glorified) perspective of their adventures. He had to admit, it was interesting seeing them from a different point of view. Even if that point of view was peppered with a few cheesy pick up lines and saucy winks.

Speaking of...

Comfortable now that he knew Bowser wouldn’t try and incinerate him, Luigi yawned, stretching in his seat. He could hear the king’s speech falter before picking back up. Hmmm.

Focusing his attention back on the koopa, the green plumber adjusted his skirts and placed his elbow on the tea table, hand in cheek. He leaned forward towards the king and watched the taller man fumble his words when they made eye contact. Heh, he should probably stop before Bowser caught on.

“I hate to cut this short, Your Majesty, but I guess I’ll be going home now. Peach must’ve forgotten to tell me she was busy today.”

Luigi stood up and patted the imaginary dust off his skirts. “It was nice ‘meeting’ you though,” he said, smiling behind his mask.

“You can just call me ‘Bowser’ y’know. I could give you a ride home, easy peasy,” the king offered.

“Ha ha, no thank you. It wouldn’t do to go with a stranger now would it?” He winked. “I can just wait for my ride.”

Bowser blushed. “Right, right,” he coughed, awkwardly. Welp, if Peach wasn’t even here, he didn’t need to be either. Even if he wanted to keep talking to her friend in the pretty green dress. “Here’s my number, if you ever wanna be more than strangers.” Clawed hands pressed a business card with Bowser’s insignia on the front into his own and in a moment the king was gone, the sound of his clown car puttering off into the distance.

Luigi let out a breath. Oof, trying not to let his accent out was hard when you had a cold.

“Treats are ready~!” Peach sang out, gliding into the tea room; cart full of different pastries and teas pushed by Mario followed.

“Hey-a, bro! Did we-a miss anything?”

Luigi laughed and started telling them what happened.

BONUS:

bowser tells kamek what happened and kamek responds the way commander peepers did at the end of The Date from wander over yonder

hater: /talks about disguised sylvia and wander/

peepers, deadpan: you mean sylvia and wander in dresses

hater: ... WHAT?!?

[familyvideostevie]

Okay so I would die for "breathe through your nose" with Eds

Only because

I feel like Eddie would say this, but in a panic thinking you couldn't actually breathe 😂😂😂

this cracks me up. i went with the idea of like, giving eddie head for the first time! hope this satisfies ;) 18+, fem!reader

"breathe through your nose" __

"I want to suck your dick," you say. "How do you want me to do it?"

Eddie short circuits in front of you, sitting down hard on his bed with wide eyes. "You want to...you want to blow me?" His voice gets high at the end and he coughs into his hand. "You sure?" You haven't before, which Eddie knows, but you can't stop thinking about it.

"Talk me through it." You get on your knees right there between his legs, moving to put your hair in a ponytail.

"Wait," he says, unbuckling his belt, clearly on board with your plan. "I'll uh, I'll hold it. Gently, I swear." He shimmies his pants down his hips and kicks them off and there it is: his cock, already half-hard. It's nothing you haven't seen before -- it's been inside you, after all.

"You sure you want to?" he asks again. You look up at him before licking your lips. His pupils widen.

"Eddie, we've been having sex for like, a month. And I've been thinking about sucking your dick for twice as long." He twitches at your words and you wrap a hand around him. He hisses, one palm cradling your jaw as precum beads on his tip. "Just tell me what you want."

"I-- Christ, okay." He's flushed. "Gimme your hand." You let go of him and hold your palm open and he spits into it which makes you gasp softly. He grins. "Just uh, take what you can, I guess. I'll like it, I promise." You jerk him slowly from root to tip, before leaning forward and licking the length of him.

"Fuck," he says. "This isn't going to last long."

"I know how big you feel when you're fucking me," you say. He groans. "How big will you feel in my mouth?" He's heavy on your tongue when you suck on his head. You bob up and down slowly, your hand making up for what you can't fit. Eddie, true to his word, fists his hands in your hair and pulls only a little bit. You feel your gag reflex work when you take him deep.

"Breath through your nose," he says between pants. You feel unbelievably powerful to have him at your mercy like this, even if you're drooling and making filthy sounds. "So good, sweetheart," Eddie says. "Look so pretty sucking my dick." You hum around him and he throws his head back.

"Holy shit," he says. "I-- not long now, baby. Where can I come?" You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop and continue to stroke him. Your jaw aches but it's worth it for the fucked-out look Eddie's got on his face.

"Can you come in my mouth?" Eddie nods frantically and you lean back down, moving one hand to play with his balls.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," he moans. "I'm --" He pulls on your hair a little hard as he spurts in your mouth. It's salty and a little metallic on your tongue, almost like pennies. But it's Eddie, and you find yourself into it. You release him with the same wet noise as before and he looks down at you through hooded eyes, thumb swiping across your chin to wipe away some of the spit on your face.

"Was that okay?" you ask. Eddie's mouth drops open.

"Okay? Sweetheart, you just rocked my world. C'mere." He pulls you up to the bed and kisses you soundly, not shying away from the taste of himself on your tongue. "Lemme return the favor, yeah?"

[galaxostars]

Share a snippet

Thanks @arviyya for the tag :))

little peek at my Draco/Harry/Charlie oneshot coming up…

Harry bumps his foot softly into his own under the table and the shallow contact makes him go rigid. Pink blooms on his cheeks as he retreats his legs, not fully managing it as it’s immediately dragged back by the ankle. This time both their feet are tangled in an embrace impossible to ignore, and mostly, in a meaning too close to a truth Draco can’t afford himself to make real. It can’t be.

Except the contact is all he can feel at the moment, and the way Harry moves oh so softly his foot like a caress, gently and slowly sliding it up to his calf before letting it fall back down.

He drinks more alcohol but only manages to further encourage his blood to pool around his crotch, and the torturous pleasure suddenly makes him trip on air and cough violently. Airway clogged because his distracted brain forgot to close the right pipe and it’s embarrassing, people are staring at him as he’s stuck in an undignified fit that lasts a bit too long for his fragile ego.

He hides his mouth behind the napkin, forcing a smile to reassure the worried faces around him he’s alright. Forces his throat to open smoothly and stop shedding every bit of his dignity left.

Charlie puts a hand on his thigh, his voice sultry when he asks, “Everything okay, Draco?”

Oh, fuck him.

No. Of course he bloody well isn’t. Not with that sudden warmth so close to his very interested dick and the foot under the table, unrelenting in its suggestive touches. He’s already dangerously close to bursting just from these two points of contact.

“Fine.” He grits out, thankful to notice everyone’s gone back to their plates, easy chatter returning.

He breathes out, accepting with forced cheer a slice of Molly’s homemade strudel with whipped cream. It’s a harsh taste on his tongue, too sweet and bordering on nauseating when it blends with the alcohol in his stomach but he forces it past his throat anyway, grateful for the distraction it brings to his overwhelmed senses.

He has maybe two minutes of peace before Harry shatters it all when he leans forwards and licks his mouth, turning shiny from the spit. Pink and deliciously alluring luscious lips he uses to ask with a faux-air of innocence, “Can I have a bite?”

No pressure tag : @hotreadingwitch @faeries-withspirits @jaylienpotter @bluedahlia912

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you and jungkook get your hands full . . . literally.

> fluff, suggestive / wc: 3.2k

> warnings: making out, lmk if there’s something i missed!

note: my mind has been blank for the past week then i just wrote this in one go 👩🏻‍💻 inspired by the babysitting ideas y’all sent but in art fashion. also a furry character from this drabble makes an appearance, and there are references from this drabble at the last part!

—

“please don’t tell me that’s what i think it is.” you gulp nervously, pupils shaking at the sight of a baby blue blanket bundled up in jungkook’s arms and a we bare bears themed bag hanging on his shoulder.

he gets caught off-guard, mouth hanging open as he looks at you and the peaceful thing sleeping in his arms back and forth. shit, he practiced how to explain this in the car ride back home. how does it go again?

“it’s a baby girl.” he replies innocently, pausing infront of you to show the face of the baby.

her chest rises and falls rhythmically, her beautifully thick eyelashes kissing her full rosy cheeks. what a breathtaking creation of passion she is. however, also the last thing you would expect your boyfriend to bring home at ten in the morning after spending an hour in the gym.

“you didn’t get another girl pregnant one drunken night, did you? and surely, you’re not expecting me to stand in as her mother? because i’m not a saint. i’m moving out of this place right now and taking bam with me, i swear to go-”

jungkook chokes on his own spit. he hurriedly brings back the baby in her pink stroller before he turns to face you again, releasing the coughs itching his throat.

“b-baby, no, no. it’s n-nothing like that- fuck!” he dramatically pounds at the left side of his chest as he continues to clear his throat, and you grimace at his loud thundering. you tilt your head to the side to look at the baby, surprised to see her still sleeping soundly despite your boyfriend’s ungraceful fits of coughing brought upon by his own bodily fluid. well, you’re sure that she’s breathing.

once he settes down, he releases an exhausted puff of air, hands gesturing wildly in the air. “i have never- i would never! get another girl pregnant! and me- i never even let myself drink so much to be obliterated. there’s no reason for me to.”

many years into your relationship, and you have never seen his doe eyes look this big and panicked. the perfect image of a deer caught in the headlights. your forehead remains creased for faux bewilderment as he defends himself rather in distress, speaking so fast he catches himself tripping over his own words because of his lisp. “i’d never make that mistake. i won’t be able to live with myself- seriously, baby, just the thought of it makes my skin crawl! you see, the baby, she’s rea-”

“alright, okay- calm down. take a breather.” you grab his wrists with each hand with a chuckle, forcing them to settle down on the curves of your waist before he hurts himself. you think back to the night he was intensely ranting about a friend accidentally deleting a music file on his computer, and how he came home from the restaurant with two of his fingers wrapped in yellow plaid band-aids because he scraped them on the edge of the table.

he frowns at you deeply, tense shoulders sagging. “nari is my trainer’s baby. he’ll pick her up here by 9pm.”

he squeezes at your sides, pulling you in by wrapping resting his palms on your lower back. “you’re so mean, you know that? you’ll win oscars and emmys. please audition to dramas.”

“yah!” you lightly hit his arm with a closed fist. “i wasn’t completely joking though. it could be true. life’s possibilities are endless.”

“no, it couldn’t!” he whines with a sad pout. “i’d never do that to you. i love you.”

you smile guiltily, not expecting him to get this invested in your made-up storyline. just the thought of it makes my skin crawl, he is the one. you press a kiss on his lips, only touching for a few seconds before you pull back.

you hold his cheek on your palm, thumb gently stroking his skin. “i know you won’t. i trust you, baby. i love you, too.”

the bunny smile he flashes you doesn’t last that long.

“but we have a problem.” you nod your head repeatedly with a defeated look on your face. “do you know what day it is?”

“uhm- saturday, right?”

“right . . .” you confirm, hand dropping to his shoulder to knead at his muscles. “and you remember what we do every saturday?”

“oh shit-”

you turn to greet the new arrivals, having finished their breakfast in the kitchen. “hi bam! hi fluffy!”

the doberman and golden retriever crowd the space of the doorway. fluffy stands up by using you as a support, nuzzling his face against your waist as you scratch his head. bam, on the other hand, is trying to sniff nari who is protectively held by jungkook. the two dogs are trained, and they often go out to parks and malls so they are used to being around people or animals they don’t know. bam, in particular, has always found babies fascinating.

“they are very excited for their walk at the park. which we do with them, every saturday. remember?”

fluffy is the dog of your friend. she drops him off almost every saturday because she’s too busy with her job to spend time and let him breathe in some fresh air. you and jungkook don’t mind this at all since you take bam on a walk as well, and it’s nice for him to have a friend.

the realization dawns on his face, clear as day. “ahhh- ah! that’s right, that’s right. we do that. shit- how can i forget? why did i bring a baby?” a shy smile forms on his lips now that he finally sees where you’re coming from.

you bury your face in your hands, body vibrating as you laugh at how ridiculous your boyfriend is being.

“what are we gonna do?”

“you’re the one who agreed to babysit! why are you asking me?!”

—

on normal saturdays, you’re holding hands with jungkook as a leash is securely gripped by your free hands. casually strolling through the park as the sun shines just bright enough that it kisses your skin softly, painting it with the glorious shade of daylight. bam purposely steps on fallen leaves to hear the crunch that tickles his ears like a feather. fluffy, the ever jolly fried chicken colored thing, gleefully walks with shaking pupils- towards the birds skipping on the ground, almost as if he wants to pounce them and it’s taking every ounce of self-control in his body not to, because they’re just so darn entertaining to watch.

this saturday, however, you’re neither holding jungkook’s big and protective hand, nor fluffy’s pink leash. instead, you’re carefully pushing a baby stroller to avoid any bumps on the ground, with a bag of milk, wipes, diaper, and toys hanging on your shoulder. meanwhile, jungkook is a few steps ahead of you, helplessly being tugged towards opposite directions by two big dogs.

turns out that nari likes going on walks as well. she started crying earlier when she woke up in jungkook’s arms, but she calmed down when you wheeled her in the bedroom to feed her the breast milk his father packed, along with a note of reminders and instructions. you brought one bottle and left behind the rest inside the fridge.

your boyfriend looked very enthusiastic when he suggested to bring the baby along with you and the dogs outside so you can carry on with your plans, but you can easily tell that he’s already feeling embarrassed with the glances your not so big and chaotic ‘family’ is gaining.

“i keep making bad decisions today. what’s with me?” he whines, the pace of his feet currently not in his control. “bamie, slow down a bit. dad just did leg day earlier . . . we’ll come back tomorrow, and i’ll let you run then. please.”

you take a peek at nari to find her smiling at fluffy with a pacifier in her mouth. she plays with her small fingers before making grabby hands at the golden retriever, too busy trying to chase bam’s fast pace to even notice.

you giggle, finding the whole situation too funny. you enjoy your routine, but it’s nice to have a change like this every once in a while. besides, you also enjoy watching jungkook’s pouty complaints.

“come on, this isn’t so bad!”

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “do you want to trade places then?”

“no thanks.” you chirp, briefly closing your eyes to savor the gentle breeze blowing on your face. “me and my nari are having a nice time together.”

he sighs as he gets tugged by fluffy, slight swerving to the right. “while my bam and fluffy are the only ones having fun.”

jungkook’s doe eyes meet nari’s almond ones, and he smiles at her fondly. “are you having a nice time, nari?”

she giggles in response, making her pacifier fall out of her mouth. his life flashes infront of his eyes, and seconds feel like years when her face scrunches up, the baby on the verge of wailing.

“her pacifier-”

you halt on your tracks, quickly moving to put it back in her mouth because god forbid you don’t know how you’re going to calm down her again if she falls back into another loud crying session. she relaxes back into her small bed, entertaining herself with the ring of the pacifier.

however, it seems like the sound of her giggle earlier attracted bam’s attention once again. he stands beside the stroller, while fluffy entertains himself with watching his friend’s tail wagging excitedly- his eyes darting around to follow the directions its moving towards.

nari’s small hand cups bam’s nose just right, and you can almost swear that he smiles at her. her giggles float around the air like a delightful morning song, and the doberman leans his neck on the edge of the stroller to get his fix.

“bam, no. no licking nari. sit.” you instruct him, and he obeys immediately.

let’s just say he licked the face of a baby’s stranger once, and understandably, they weren’t so pleased about it. that’s why although you let him interact with babies, you never let him get that close for hygienic and common decency reasons.

“that’s right. good boy.” jungkook praises him with the baby voice he only uses with bam. (his baby voice with you is quieter and sweeter, and you hate how you’re even comparing the two right now.) “i’ll give you some treats later, okay?”

bam perks up at the mention of food, an excited tongue hanging from his mouth as he pants. fluffy sits next to him, very much used to getting fed as well when bam is rewarded. it makes jungkook chuckle as he pets his head. “yes, you too, fluffy. be good boys and stop running, hmm?”

a dog is a man’s best friend, indeed.

you start biting at the edges of the cone of your ice cream, and nari, who is safely held by your arms, finds the crunching sound interesting. she sucks on her pacifier with your every bite, and you find yourself following a rhythm with her. meters away from the bench you’re occupying is jungkook running with the dogs in the middle of the park, having given up on scolding them, and resorted to just letting them tire themselves them out.

“baby, save me! i’m so tired!” he screams in agony. “my knees- they’re shaking!”

“this is why i said switching abs and leg day was a bad idea.” you say, more to yourself as you shake your head at the tragic scene that’s been unfolding for the past five minutes or so. “right, nari?”

she giggles as if she’s being tickled, and you find yourself enchanted by her thick and beautiful eyelashes, and how they flutter so gracefully.

“so pretty.”

—

“let’s have another review on our thoughts about having a baby.” jungkook proposes, holding nari’s baby bottle for her as she snuggles with her favorite giraffe stuffed toy. she’s on the verge of falling asleep. her eyes keep on closing, but she opens them again as if the taste of the milk nudges her awake.

it’s already 7pm. you, jungkook, and nari are hanging out on the couch with the lights dimmed and the television on low volume. the dogs passed out to sleep when they got home, and fluffy was fetched by your friend an hour ago. bam went back to his house to sleep again after eating dinner, but there’s a part of you that’s guessing he’s playing with a toy he hid inside it again.

“hmm, well, it’s the same as before.” you answer truthfully without an ounce of hesitation layered in your voice as fix up nari’s bib carefully before wiping her chin with it. “babysitting nari was fun, and i want to do it again in future. but having our own baby, i don’t think about it that much. we’re enjoying ourselves as our own person and as a couple, and i want to keep it that way for now.”

“right? me too. me too. we’re so busy, but we’re enjoying working on our own stuff. we should live life to the fullest and not take it for granted.” he nods his head in agreement, feeling all warm and bubbly inside.

he loves how you can talk about this topic comfortably, and how you’re straightforward about your refreshing thoughts and opinions. the safe atmosphere surrounding you makes it easy for him to be honest as well. “i think it keeps our relationship healthy, that we discuss our present thoughts and situation instead of making big plans ahead.”

“of course you’d say that after changing her diaper.” you chuckle. the image of your boyfriend determined to finish the task despite not enjoying it one bit, speaking to nari with a doting baby voice to make time fly faster— it has been stored in the precious little memory box stored in your brain.

“it’s not like that!” he denies, but he is betrayed by his inability to contain his laughter. the corners of his eyes crinkles and his nose scrunches, a breathy laugh escaping him. “really, i don’t mind doing it when we babysit.”

“really? okay. you do it from now on.”

a complaint hangs on the tip of his tongue, but he concedes. “okay. it’s not a problem to me.”

silence fills the air. and you snort at how miserable he looks after digging his own hole.

he scoffs in embarrassment. “i’ll make changing diapers my new talent. you’ll see.”

“i’m looking forward to it, my love.” you reply to him sweetly, pulling away his hand to make the rubber pop out of her mouth, conscious of accidentally waking her up. the baby has finally succumbed to drowsiness. you cautiously wipe her mouth with the bib again, before carrying her back to her stroller in preparation for when her father arrives.

you crawl back on the couch, placing a pillow on jungkook’s lap before lying on your back.

“hi. i love you.”

you look up at him with an amused smile, catching him gazing at you with his eyes shimmering with devotion, and you’re afraid you might actually melt this time. “all of a sudden?”

he sighs deeply as he starts caressing your hair tenderly. “you’ve been upset with me. because i don’t say it as much as i used to.”

his statement catches you offguard. the ever so familiar urge to cry like a baby surfaces, and you blink back the tears forming in your eyes. it takes you a minute to compose yourself and to organize your thoughts, but he waits patiently.

“you noticed that?”

“oh baby, i know you better than you think.” he answers quietly, thumb brushing off the lone tear that escaped down to your temple. “but i should pay more attention. i’m sorry that i’ve been too busy.”

“no, you have nothing to be apologize for.” your voice cracks by the end, and a wave of tears fall when he leans down to kiss your cheek. “i’m just being silly.”

jungkook has the divine superpower of making a moment feel like blissful eternity.

“how is wanting to be reminded that you’re loved silly when it keeps us alive?”

his lips ghost over yours before they touch. he whispers an i love you with each kiss, a hand wrapped around your neck. it just stays there without any pressure, for the sole purpose of feeling your rapid pulse under his fingers. you’re alive.

normally, when you say a word or a phrase over and over again, it tends to feel foreign on your tongue until it loses its meaning. but each of his i love you gains more weight, and god knows you’ve always been a hypocrite when it comes to your inhibitions. the sharp tug on his hair makes him groan raspily. your restless hand prevents him from disconnecting your lips one more time because you just decided that you want more of his honey kisses instead of hushed confessions as a testament of his love.

you see, jungkook has never regretted a tattoo or piercing in his life to the point that he wanted them removed, that is until he found himself regretting his lip piercing every time you tease him with it during your makeout sessions. because the doorbell rings, and it renders him crazier, how you don’t forget to playfully tug on it with your teeth, to lick it as if to soothe away his pain, before you push him away.

his longing eyes chases after your glossy lips. his deceivingly innocent lover, he never wants to be far away from you.

“we would be horrible parents.” you mutter under your breath when you sit up to be greeted by bam, the hand of a baby holding his nose again.

“the absolute worst.” your boyfriend one-ups you with a sigh. “bam, house.”

the dog avoids his eyes, subtly leaning his head towards nari more. “bam. i said house.” at that, he obediently walks back to the bedroom.

“why does he always need to be told twice?” you breath out a laugh, but it gets cut short when the doorbell rings again.

“shit- wait, talk to him for a bit. i need to clean her hand first.” you panic, scrambling to open the zipper of her bag to retrieve the baby wipes.

“stop cursing infront of the child!” jungkook cries out, looking back at you briefly before resuming his journey to their door.

you make a face at him before pulling nari’s stroller towards you. “if shit becomes your first word, don’t tell your parents i’m the one who taught you, okay, nari?”

she listens to you with a bewildered look on her face, and she bursts into a fit of giggles when she hears her name.

her bright and loud presence has plastered a permanent endeared smile on your lips. “that’s my girl.”

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[phoebe-delia]

Hi Phoebe! If you're still accepting prompts, would "a single thread of gold tied me to you" from the song lyrics list be acceptable (and/or drarry soulmates)?

I love your writing, and I hope December is treating you well! 💜

One single thread of gold tied me to you

Oh, sweet anon, thank you so much! Both for the prompt and for your kind words about my writing. My brain has been being mean to me lately about my writing, so this made me smile.

I love soulmate stuff so much but I'm not sure I've ever written it before! So. Here's my take on it. I wrote a little Victorian AU, because I LOVE Victorian AU!Drarry.

Draco nearly choked on his champagne and had a coughing fit when he saw Harry Potter again. It took everything he'd learned in his decade of decorum training not to simply spit out the large sip he'd just taken of champagne and spew it all over Lady Coatesworth-Haye's gown. Though if Draco hadn't been focusing his energy elsewhere at that moment, he might've had the passing thought that her gown couldn't be made worse for it.

Still, he managed to swallow while keeping one eye on the old woman and the other on Potter. The man moved easily through the ballroom, exchanging greetings with the party-goers. Potter had a charming smile for each of them, but Draco felt his confusion nearly outweigh his shock at seeing Potter continue determinedly through the crowd, as if on a mission.

"...wouldn't you agree?" Draco was pulled from his musings to look back at the haughty and wrinkled face of the woman in front of him.

Draco cleared his throat. "Yes, quite right, madame." He glanced around, relieved when he saw a server coming toward them with an empty tray. "If you will excuse me," he said, not waiting for a reply before walking off, setting his half-full champagne glass down on the passing tray.

Draco moved quickly but tried not to make his haste too obvious, lest the guests think the son of the hosts was trying to leave his parents' own party. He finally made his way outside to the balcony and braced himself on the railing. He breathed heavily, letting the cool night air fill his lungs while he tried to formulate a plan.

What on earth was Potter doing? Draco wanted to scream. He immediately regretted having left his champagne inside.

He had to get out of there, party be damned. He'd claim he'd fallen ill and then take his leave. "Forgive me, Mother," he muttered to himself, preparing to brave the crowd one last time and strategizing how he'd be able to escape without running into Potter.

He heard the door open, the noise of the party briefly spilling into the peaceful night before it shut again.

"Draco?"

The sound of his name, in that voice, brought tears to Draco's eyes. He forced them back, absolutely refusing to let himself cry. "Potter," he replied cooly, not turning around to greet him.

He heard Potter take a step toward him. "I've been looking for you."

Draco kept his expression neutral, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. "Well, you've found me."

"I was hoping to speak with you."

“I’m afraid I must decline."

"Might I inquire as to why?"

"I've fallen ill. You would do well to keep away from me, Potter."

Potter frowned and stepped closer into Draco's space. "You seem perfectly healthy to me." He pressed the back of his hand to Draco's forehead. Draco froze at Potter's light touch. Potter's hand left warmth in its wake when he lifted it from Draco's person.

"Ah," Potter said, nodding. "You are sick. But I believe we suffer from the same affliction."

Draco scoffed. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Heartbreak is contagious."

Draco whipped around to face Potter fully, glaring at him. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Potter smiled at him a bit sadly. "We have to discuss this sooner or later, you understand."

Potter's hand moved closer to Draco's, but Draco yanked his hand away. "I see no reason why we should ever have to discuss this."

"I can give you three reasons."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Easily. First, I miss you terribly." Potter took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "What-"

"Second, you pine for me just as strongly."

"But—no, I—"

"And third," Potter placed his hand firmly over Draco's, and a thin, shimmering golden thread appeared and tied itself around their wrists, linking them together. "We belong together," he whispered.

Draco felt a tear slip down his cheek as he looked at their joined hands.

"And no matter how much you want to pretend we'll never work, or that society will never embrace us, it hasn't made me love you any less." Potter lifted his other hand to cup the back of Draco's neck. "Stop running from me. Stop running from yourself."

"Harry." It came out of Draco's chest like a wheeze; like it was the last gust of air from his lungs. His breath shuddered as a few more tears spilled. "Nothing's changed, you know that. My parents won't accept our soulmate bond, and they never will. Do you know the risk you took by simply coming here?" Draco turned his hand over to lace his fingers with Harry's.

"I had to see you. I was distraught, and hurt, and so angry. But I've thought it through, and I've got a plan." Harry's expression shifted to one of fierce determination. "Draco, come away with me. We can leave now, tonight."

"H-Harry," Draco breathed. "You're mad!"

"Mad for you, perhaps," Harry grinned at him. "Just picture it, Draco. We can escape and live a life of our own. I've got a friend a few towns away by boat. She can take us in while we find a permanent home.

"You've got your own vaults, now; out of your parents' control. And so have I, since my birthday last month. We might not have our titles, or our status, but we'll be comfortable." Harry met his eyes directly. "And we'll be free to love each other, openly. Without fear."

Harry wiped a tear from Draco's cheek. "I know the choice isn't easy. But can you honestly tell me that you would be happier here than with me? Would you truly rather marry someone you don't love in order to please your parents? Instead of the person chosen by the Gods to love you?"

Draco took a shuddering breath. "Harry," he began. "You were right; I've missed you like a part of me." He forced back more tears. "And then tonight, when you found me out here, I thought you were going to tell me you'd given up on me."

"No, my love," Harry shook his head. "Never."

Draco sniffed. "I've thought constantly about that day. About all the things I should have said and didn't. But I don't wish to waste any more time. The answer to your question is yes, Harry, of course. I love you." Draco crossed the short distance between them and pulled Harry into a kiss.

A few skipped heartbeats later, they pulled away, breathless and a bit teary. "Thank Merlin you said yes," Harry chuckled. "I don't know what I would've done."

"Of course I did. I'd follow you anywhere, Harry." Draco sealed his promise with a small kiss on Harry's lips. "Anywhere."

[eddievanhammettmunson]

Robin Buckley

Robin x Female reader

Author's note- hi hi. This is my first branch out to other characters besides Eddie. So this one is a bit short but I am hoping to write a longer one for Robin soon. 2.4k words.

Summary- Falling for a friend is hard but the landings can be fun.

Warnings- 18+ minors please go away I’m asking nicely. Pretty please. Anyways we have drug use here, we got some foul language. And we got a heavy make out session here.

The smell of marijuana clouded the room as everyone sat around the Wheelers basement one Saturday afternoon. The kids had been dropped off at the arcade for the day and Robin and Steve had the day off for once. On a Saturday nonetheless so that meant the day had to be treasured.

This meant getting stoned with the whole gang. With the combination of Eddie and Argyles stash you guys were pretty sure you were set for a lifetime. As the tunes played on the radio and everything became even more hazy your eyes began to drift over to one person in particular. As she lay splayed out on the ground staring at the ceiling like a starfish you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself.

Falling for Robin definitely hadn’t happened on purpose but it’s not like you could exactly stop yourself. While working at a burger joint at star court before all the upside down shit happened, you’d gotten to know Robin pretty well from your daily trips to scoops. Totally not as if you went there everyday on purpose to try and talk to her anyways.

And it’s totally not like you’d noticed Robin before at school anyways playing in the band while you were in theatre. Yup totally 100% not what happened. At least that’s what you tell yourself. It’s only when Robin's eyes flick behind her and look at you that you realize you’ve been staring this whole time. Exhaling a cloud of smoke combined with a cough, you force yourself to look away.

“Y/n?” Shit she’d seen you. You flick your eyes back to Robin’s and raise an eyebrow to indicate you heard her.

“Come lay with me. You gotta see the lights like this”

“But Rob, I'm comfy where I am.”

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeee y/n? This is like super important!”

With a sigh you force your stoned body to fall to the floor next to Robin. Making sure your body is straight as a rail and not touching her in any way. That is until Robin sits on her elbows and looks at you.

“Y/n! You’re doing it wrong. You gotta do it like this”

Robin reaches across and moves your arms to spread them into a similar Star shape that Robin herself had been lying in. The contact of Robins hands on your arms while you were high sends tingles through your entire body and a smile erupts on your face as robins face hovers over yours. You can’t help it when you start to get giggly. Robin takes notice and giggles a bit too.

“What’s so funny?” Steve chirps in from where he’s sitting with on the couch an eyebrow quirked at the two of you. Your heart stops at the question because well. You can’t answer it.

Trying to come up with an excuse you spit out the first thing on your mind. “I’m a starfish Stevie!”

Steve laughs and shakes his head leaning back into the couch once more. Blaming your sudden burst of giggles on the marijuana. As you turn your attention back to Robin your heart begins to race because Robin in her giggle fit is still hovering above you. Your heart beat is so heavy that you fear she can hear it.

Robin moves off of you slowly and you continue to lay on the ground suddenly feeling unable to move. Maybe Robin was right, the ceiling is suddenly so interesting.

Robin moves back to her original position of starfish and her hand brushes yours and stays there. You try not to let it get to you. The thought of being able to just grab Robin's hand right then and there and just hold her. But you can’t. It almost burns where the two of you touch and you wonder if it’s just you who feels this.

You can’t do this. It’s all too much so you stand up abruptly startling pretty much everyone in the room.

“I’m going upstairs to get some water. Does anybody want anything?”

Argyle begins listing off a bunch of foods that you’re pretty sure the wheelers don’t even have or wouldn’t appreciate being used for munchies. But you make your way to the kitchen nonetheless to look for the ingredients Argyle had asked for.

As you left Steve joined Robin on the floor momentarily. He whispered as low as he could to avoid the others hearing. “I’m telling ya Rob I really think she likes you.”

“You’re wrong Steve, she totally likes you. I mean why do you think she came to scoops everyday? Or why does she come to family video? Or why does she call you Stevie?”

“Oh come on, that's bullshit and you know it. She may call me Stevie but she calls you Robbie and like 90% of the time she visits us at work you two end up talking the entire time anyways!”

“It doesn’t matter Steve there’s no way I’ll ever get the chance to ask her so it’s not like there’s any point in thinking about it.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Robin. Y/n is great and I’m sure even in the worst case scenario that she didn’t feel the same I know she’d accept you. I think everyone here would.”

“Steve, can we stop talking about this? I think I hear her coming back.”

Robin was correct as the door to the basement swung open and you had two waters in hand and then hot sauce, cereal, bread, Doritos, and beer for Argyle and Jonathan and Eddie who now looked very excited.

As you handed the boys their weird ingredients for whatever concoction they were hoping to make, you made your way back over to the floor near Robin and handed her a water bottle. “Uh thanks y/n. I didn’t ask for one though?”

“Oh right. Ha I don’t know why but when I was up there I just kinda thought you might need one.”

“Oh thanks” Robin looked at Steve who had moved back to the couch and he gave her a raised eyebrow that made Robin return with a scowl. As the hours trekked on and everyone sobered up as best as they could before the kids came back everyone was making their plans on getting rides home.

Eddie was giving Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy, Will and El a ride to the Byers and Steve was taking Dustin, Lucas, you and Robin home.

As everyone piled into their respective cars and Dustin called shotgun so you were cramped in the back sitting bitch between Lucas and Robin. Today was a horrible day to wear shorts you thought as your now bare thigh was smushed up against Robins.

Sure you would have been wearing jeans in the summer but at least then your face would probably be a less deep shade of red right now. Steve passed by your house without stopping and you didn’t even bother to ask why. Normally on days like this when everyone was done hanging out Steve would take you and Robin back to his place where the three of you normally spent the night watching shitty movies, eating pizza, and getting stoned all over again.

After dropping both Dustin and Lucas off at their houses Steve drove back to his and as you and Robin settled in your usual spots, Steve got to ordering the pizza. As Robin got comfortable on her couch and you got cozy on the recliner you reached onto the table and started rolling a joint.

As you roll the joint you can feel Robin's eyes burning into the side of your head. “Jesus Robbie give me a minute” you laugh and look up at Robin whose face is suddenly redder than before.

Robin suddenly felt word vomit about to spew out as she watched you roll the joint. She couldn’t help but stare because somehow you made doing something so simple and mundane look so stunning. “Jeez where is Steve? How long does it take to place and order like come on man what are you doing in there calling up some date or something like come on we have shitty movies to watch man!”

You always knew when Robin was nervous or rambling but this time you had no idea as to why. So your solution was to finish rolling the joint and passing it off to Robin first to try and calm her nerves.

As you pass Robin the joint, Steve walks in the room keys in hand still fully dressed and not ready for movie night at all. “Sorry guys they don’t have any delivery boys available right now so I gotta go pick up the pizza. You two get started without me though okay?”

“Okay Stevie. Be safe and remember my red peppers!!”

Before Robin had the chance to protest suddenly Steve was gone and it was just you and Robin getting stoned in Steve’s big empty house.

“Okay Robbie. What movie do you wanna watch first?”

“You pick.”

“Oh come on Robin you’re the professional it should be you.”

“Exactly. I have to sort and sift through movies all day. This is my day off. You pick.”

“Ugh fineeeeeee”

You get off your comfy recliner and go to the movie selection Steve has. Your eyes land on “Fast Times at Ridgemont High'' and put it in. Instead of going back to your recliner you lift up Robin's legs and set them back down on your thighs that way it would be easier to pass the joint back and forth.

The movie kept playing and you weren’t very interested but the high was nice and Robin was cozy and warm so you were content. That is until the movie reached about 53 minutes in with still no Steve and suddenly a pair of boobs flashed on the screen making your whole body tense and so did Robins. You weren’t going to bring it up but Robin couldn’t help herself.

“Oh come on y/n. Never seen a pair of boobs before.”

“I see boobs everyday, Robin.”

Upon hearing this Robin sat straight up. Disturbing the comfortable bubble you two had previously set up.

“What? Whose boobs are you seeing? Why are people showing you their boobs?”

“Jesus Robin calm down! I meant my own boobs? Remember I have those too?” You said pointing a finger to each of your breasts and Robin's attention follows them. Robins high must be more intense than she realizes because her eyes are just attached to your boobs and she swallows thickly.

“Yeah I uh. I remember. Just forgot those counts in this context.”

You couldn’t help but giggle upon noticing Robin's transfixed gaze upon your breasts.

“Likin what you see over there?”

Robin's face turned yet again a deep shade of red as her eyes finally flicked up to yours. Where there would normally be word vomit there was nothing. Just Robin’s mouth hanging open as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“Robbie? You okay?”

Robin still didn’t answer just looking like a deer in the headlights and it dawned on you that Robin may have really liked your breasts more than she cared to admit. You decide to take a leap and you gently place your hand over Robins. Guiding it slowly and hesitantly up to your breast giving Robin access to pull away any time but she doesn’t.

Once your hands reach your breast you move Robin's hand and make her cup your breast and Robin audibly exhales and moves closer. Gently bringing her other hand up to cup your breast. Nothing was said as you two looked into each other’s eyes.

Robin moved both hands away from your breasts and up to your face and pulled you in for a heated kiss. You can’t tell who tries first but Robin's tongue wins and you allow Robin to explore your mouth. The feeling is better than anything you could have imagined. All that combined with the high. It was like your body was on fire.

As you two continue to make out you push Robin down onto the couch and straddle her as Robin's hands move to explore you. Grabbing at your thighs and at your ass. Groping everywhere she can as if you’ll disappear at any moment.

You’re so entranced in the moment that the thing that snaps you back to reality is Steve Harrington clearing his throat making you jump and fall onto the floor after sliding off of Robin. Nearly smacking your head on the coffee table. You look at Robin with wide eyes and back at Steve as you try to find some excuse but know there’s nothing to be said. You can only fear what Steve will say to you.

Steve sets the box of pizza on the table and walks over to you reaching out a hand to help you up that you gladly take.

“Love that you two finally got together but next time you’re gonna make out on my couch make sure to call me first so I can have a front row seat.”

You grab a pillow off the couch and smack him with it and Robin does the same. You grab a slice of pizza for you and one for Robin as you sit back on the couch. You both let Steve pick the next movie and neither of you says a word. Unsure of how to begin addressing what just happened between the two of you.

As the movie Steve picked plays you feel a hand slowly creeping up next to yours and out of the corner of your eye you see Robin's pinky reaching to interlace with yours. Instead you just take robins' entire hand in yours and you two drift off next to each other holding hands on the couch.

Steve notices and shuts off the movie. He grabs a blanket and throws it over the two of you. He’s just glad his plan to go sneak time with Eddie for a while finally gave you two the time you needed to finally make a move.

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Diggity | Dive into You | My Youth

Genre: best friend!chenle, childhood friends to lovers!au, fluff (is this a slow burn?), no warnings

WC: <1k

a/n: this part is short but later parts (that I wrote a while ago bc for some reason I started with the ending) will be longer

Taglist: hiiii so like a year ago I had ppl ask to be added and now idk if you still want to but uhh @bockhyun @vantxx95

“Zooweemama!” Chenle whistles, not so subtly checking you out.

You pretend to not notice his once over of your outfit, taking your seat at the restaurant table just in time as the waitress approaches.

“Good evening, what would you and your girlfriend like to order tonight?” She smiles brightly, pen and notepad ready in hand. You nearly spit out your water, forcing it down without making a scene of a coughing fit. Before you are able to refute her claims Chenle is telling her your orders, and she disappears back into the restaurant. 

“Why didn’t you correct her?” you scold him, attempting to slap his arm from the other side of the table, and horribly missing.

“There was no need to,” he shrugs, tilting his head. “Who cares, let her think whatever.” He folds his arms across his chest, not breaking eye contact with you.

You want to offer a rebuttal, but you can’t think of a good enough reason. After all, it was just some random girl, so it didn’t really matter what she thought. A quiet, “I guess,” is all you mutter in response.

“I guess,” he mocks your tone. “You know you wish you were my girl,” he inflates his own ego, not going as far as to flex his arms at you, but in your mind you could picture that scene.

“Good joke, Lele, too bad I friend-zoned you when we were eight,” you laugh, attempting to mask your embarrassment at his outlandish comment. Obviously you liked the idea of being with Chenle, but you knew he didn’t feel the same way, and it was probably just because you spent so much time together- it wasn’t even a real crush. Plus, you were the one who friendzoned him first, even if you were just eight years old and still believed in cooties.

“Earth to y/n,” Chenle waves his hand in front of your face. “Why are you staring off into space?”

“Sorry, just thinking about the exam. I hope I did well,” you lie. It’s better to just ignore whatever strange bout of puberty is hitting you right now to make you think such things of your overly flirtatious best friend.

“I’m sure you aced it, you always do way better than me and I thought it was easy,” he adds a wink at the end that normally would never have had an effect on you. You were supposed to be Chenle-proof, as if a magical force field always kept out his flirtatious demeanor and romantic advances unlike any other girl on the planet, and that is what allowed you to be his friend in the first place.