#drabble 🐶

[mikatogo]

Timeline where Benson and Randy become a thing because they always close together.

Stoic and quiet Benson just watching Randy being so focused on his task but it's different from the focus he usually has. When it's just them he's relaxed, no shoulders to ears, no balled hands. No, when it's just them he wipes the tables and sometimes Benson sees a smile slip onto his face and wonders why the fuck he would be smiling at work.

Benson starts slow one day. Asks about his family, what he did before Burgers, his friends. Learns how hopelessly pathetic he is. He starts needling him, asks a bunch of dumbass questions and doesn't notice himself becoming relaxed around the other as well. He rambles about fucking nothing for hours while Randy just nods or quirks an eyebrow. Randy takes his breaks at the same time as him, trails out after him for a smoke break even though he just stands off to the side or sits down on the curb. Benson pushes the toe of his boot into his back, side or thigh but not to hurt him, just to play around. He barely notices himself doing it. Mostly, Randy leans whichever way Benson pushes him but sometimes he pushes back against the boot in his muscles and Benson wonders if he bruises easily, if he was leaving marks on him without even knowing. He doesn't linger on the thought when he jerks off. He doesn't think about his big hands and his gangly limbs, his cute down-turned smile. He doesn't think about the way that Randy hops up to him, or about the way he likes to sit near Benson during their breaks. He doesn't think about the way he smells in the morning, or the scent of sweat afterwards. Definitely doesn't think about him being a virgin. No, no he doesn't think about Randy at all.

Randy starts bringing him lunch when he notices that Benson doesn't ever bring anything. First he just shares whatever he has, snapping at Benson when he keeps refusing. He eats reluctantly, mostly to humour the boy but he wouldn't ever admit that. One day Randy brings him his own sandwiches, two wrapped into sandwich paper. Then he brings him containers of noodles or rice, brings him snacks on hot days.

They start to check the schedule at the same time, their shoulders brushing. Fingertips smearing over the paper to align their names and shifts. Randy grinning whenever they hit the same one, Benson knocking their shoulders together and scoffing. Tells him it's not that serious when Randy whines about not working together. One time, Benson was scheduled with Jess for the night. He sighed, and when Randy told him not to sulk he had snapped at him more harshly than necessary. They didn't talk about it when Jess got the day off and was replaced by Randy working a double. They talked about migration patterns, the loss of physical media and Benson's horror VHS collection instead.

Another day Benson is out of cigarettes. He throws the box on the ground in an embarrassing fit. Fucking addict. Randy picks it up and tells him to wait a second, rushes up around the front of the building. He's back in a minute, out of breath and presenting Benson a still wrapped box of the cigarettes he always smokes.

"What the fuck is this?" he asks, taking the box when Randy shakes it at him.

"Your cigarettes... It's the right brand, right?" Randy sits down in the curb, starts undoing and lacing his sneakers back up like he always does.

"Why do you have these? Ya don't even smoke." Benson settles next to him. Shakes out the cigarette and puts it between his lips.

"But you do." Benson tries not to choke on the smoke.

The first time Randy doubles over from laughing Benson feels sick to his stomach. He ignores him for three shifts, even swapping one with Donnie, before Randy corners him in the bathroom basically begging him to talk to him. He stumbles all over the place with his words, bloody fingernails and bitten lips and Benson wants to kiss him until his mouth tastes like iron. He gives in then, pats Randy's head and grabs his neck, tells him that they're cool.

Randy follows him around for the entire shift. Benson turns and the boy is right there. It's fucking annoying but his stomach flips anyways. He can't stop thinking about kissing him.

They clean up, grab their jackets and lock up. Randy rattles the door to check if Benson could use a fucking key before they shuffle to their cars. Randy babbles about nothing, making broad arches with his hands that make Benson shake his head. Randy goes to unlock his door but Benson is on him, draped over his back, hands sneaking around his waist.

"What you doin' tonight, pretty boy?" each word a cloud-like kiss against the shell of Randy's ear.

"Uhm... Eat dinner?" Benson can't help but laugh, his head drops to Randy's shoulder before he mouths back up against the side of his neck. The other is frozen against his front but he could work him up, he knew he could.

"Ya wanna go home with me? Hmm?" Benson wraps his hand around Randy's jaw, tilts his head a bit so their eyes could meet. Big and round but there is no trace of fear in them. When was the last time someone had looked at him with something that wasn't fear or indifference? "Or is mommy waitin' for ya?"

"No, yes, I mean... uhm, and... and what would we do, exactly?" Randy isn't stupid but sometimes he needs a bit too much reassurance. It is a chore to spell everything out for him, one that Benson always tries to complete. He is eager to prove to Randy that he could handle him—doesn't know why he feels that way, as if he would be able to keep the boy strapped down to him and this life. As if there weren't better things out there. As if it wasn't just a fling.

"Meet my ma, you fuckin' idiot," laughs Benson, turning him around. He presses close until the other couldn't go back any further. He lets his forehead fall to Randy's, closes his eyes before speaking. "can do whatever ya want."

"Wha—What I want?" Randy was shaking under his hands and Benson was going to pull away but, finally, a set of hands clings to his jacket. He feels encouraged enough to hold Randy's face with both his hands, smearing the grease of the day across his cheek. He looks at him then and feels like a fucking ridiculous for the way his heart flips in his chest.

"That's right, baby, whatever you want." Benson can feel the way his face heats up under his hands and he is obsessed. He leans in, kisses the spot under his eye, the shell of his ear and wonders when he had become fucking soft. He has Randy right here in his hands and why, why, why hasn't he devoured him yet?

They drive to Benson's place. A steady hand on Randy's neck then the small of his back, tells him to be quiet so they don't wake his ma. They sneak past like a couple of teenagers and Randy is beaming when they enter Benson's room. It's messy but it's his, posters on the wall from when he was young. Cassettes and VHS tapes, magazines messing up the corners of his room. Dirty laundry, bills and other useless fucking mail. Randy is turning in a circle before he is dragged back against Benson and he seems more relaxed. He can't imagine why the fuck he would be relaxed in the lion's den.

They kiss, messy and too much. Randy is barely able to keep up but he's so eager, making all these noises, that Benson can't even make fun of him. He pushes him onto the bed, climbs onto him. Randy is gasping and moaning, grabbing at Benson and he tries not to get overwhelmed, tries not to lose himself in the wrong moment. He grinds into him, kisses the sounds out of him and feels a bit better when he pins Randy's hands down to the bed. Randy is all breathy and sweaty and Benson breathes in him in, tries to memorise it all because it would slip from him soon.

"Am I doing okay?" mumbles Randy against his mouth and Benson groans. He lets his wrists go, has to touch him more, has to feel everything that the other would let him. He pulls his shirt up, slides his hands against Randy's rips.

"You're doin' perfect, baby." kisses the spot on Randy's neck that seems to be his favourite. Hips kicking up against his and Randy cums in his pants like a virgin. Benson can't even laugh at him, kissing him through it and mumbling praise into the side of his face.

Randy is blissed out and Benson can't stop looking at his face. The other makes a move for his belt but Benson holds his wrist, kissing up his arm to his elbow, to his shoulder.

"Do you not want me?" and he sounds so damn teary that Benson's heart cracks. He kisses him again, deep and slow. Tries to tell him everything he feels for him through it. How he is the first real connection he has ever had. How he is the only person in the world that knows Benson past his name and age.

"I want ya." he breathes against Randy's lips. "But I ain't breaking ya in on the first try."

He gets up despite Randy's whiny little sounds, throws boxers and an old pair of sweatpants at him. The other changes right there on his bed, Benson doesn't look.

"I can't feel my legs," giggles the boy and Benson can only snort from his side of the room, throwing a horror movie into the tape player.

He comes back to him, his heart kicking up at the thought of always coming back to him. He slides in next to Randy and is too surprised when the other opens his arms for him instead, when he is the one curling into Randy's side instead of the other way around.

"I thought you would kick me out," says Randy quietly after a while. Benson blinks his eyes open and wonders when he had closed them.

"Ya think that low of me?" he tries not to let his hurt show through his voice but Randy must've caught it anyway because he shifts onto his side to hug him, movie forgotten.

"No, just... that you didn't really like me."

"Moron, I like ya just fine."

And maybe that was too much of a confession by the way that Randy's heart speeds up but Benson just kisses his collarbone and neck. Randy shivers under the attention before loudly yawning. Benson pats his side like a dog's.

"Go to sleep," acts like he wasn't the one asleep just a moment ago.

"Say it again." greedy.

"I like you, Randy." Randy's legs do something that he can equivalate to a dog wacking its tail. "Now sleep."

And maybe Benson feels too good when he wakes the next morning, wrapped up in the other. Maybe he tries to forget that this wouldn't be forever and maybe he pretends to ignore the way that Randy's eyes seem to sparkle when he wakes up and sees Benson's face.

Maybe he accepts Randy's all too normal good morning kiss and maybe he doesn't push it down when his mind repeats mine, mine, mine, mine, mine over, and over, and over again.

[nerdlvr]

small waist .

(MDNI)

only warning is slim thick jeno :P and he has a happy trail/pubic hair in this yippie

the cool air in the room faded as you slid under the covers next to jeno, warmth radiating off his sleeping body. moonlight shined through the window, casting light on his toned back. your hands came forward rubbing against his warm skin, landing on the expanse of his waist. you held his sides, feeling how small his frame was, muscles adorning the skin there. he stirred in his sleep, slowly turning to face you, hands coming up to hold your face, leaning forward to plant his lips on yours.

“there’s my girl, was trying to wait for you but i got sleepy.”

he gave you a lazy smile, a silly giggle escaping his lips. you smiled back, squeezing the skin around his waist playfully. his eyes drifted towards the placement of your hands, tightly placed around his waist. he chuckled softly,

“wanna maybe let go and let me cuddle you now? or are you gonna hold my waist all night?”

he watched as you bit your lip, a light pink dusting your cheeks. you gave him a cheeky smile, continuing to rub his sides,

“what if i said i just wanna hold your pretty waist all night?”

he laughed at your question, quickly pecking your lips again,

“you think my waist is pretty?”

you nodded, pushing him softly so he’d lay flat on his back. you sat up, kneeling in front of him. he watched as you leaned down, moving your hands to his hips as you placed your lips against the skin of his waist, lightly kissing the area. you looked up at him, his eyes wide as he bit his lip, his breath quickening.

“i think your waist is the prettiest jen.”

you continued to press your lips against his skin, mouth occasionally opening to give him a playful bite. he let out a soft moan, watching as you showered him with kisses.

“feels nice baby, keep doing that, right there.”

you focused on a soft spot on his waist, sucking the skin softly. you smiled as you heard him groan above you. you brought your hand down, putting it against the bulge in his boxer, squeezing lightly. his hips jutted up against your palm, hands holding onto the sheets.

“i’m sensitive baby, fuck, do that again.”

you giggled as you bit the skin of his waist, soothing the area with your tongue before pressing kisses down his waist, onto his hips, until you reached a neat patch of hair above his bulge. you looked up at him, his lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed.

“if i knew your waist was this sensitive i would’ve done this a long time ago.”

[jlheon]

𝓒𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐉𝐘

(𝓹airing) — sjy x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓷eighbors to lovers ; fluff & hs au (𝔀ordcout) three-thousand one-hundred 𝓹eng's note. america core oops 🦅 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. a sequence of events from your and jake’s senior year

꣑୧ 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

01. new hair

it’s the first day of the new school year. you’re tired but less than what you’ve been in previous years.

this year, you can finally say goodbye to the early bus rides and even longer rides home.

your neighbor, sim jaeyun, has a car and parking and is willing to bring you to and from. you’ve never been so thankful for the blonde boy.

blonde? more like brunette boy now.

“you dyed your hair back?” you say as you walk up to the driver’s side of the car, he rolls down the window.

“yeah,” jake nodded. “what do you think?”

“it looks good…” you admire his new hair color and cut. “still a little dead though,” you reach through the window to touch his hair. his hair is still soft but there’s a hint of frailness from the rounds of bleach he’s been doing for nearly a year.

“maybe you could use that hair mask you always use on me?” he suggests.

“maybe.”

02. amusement park

this is the first and last time you will ever skip school. especially with sim jaeyun.

it’s his idea to ditch school and drive to the nearest amusement park, two hours away from your town.

“come on ____ie,” jake says as you buckle your seatbelt. “it’s SAT day for the juniors… we won’t be missing anything!”

“still! our parents are going to be called!” you argue.

“if they get mad at you, i’ll deal with them,” jake reassures you, putting a hand on your headrest while reversing out of your driveway. “the tickets are on me.”

“tickets?” you raise an eyebrow.

you and jake spend the whole day until sundown at the amusement park.

once you finally accept the fact you should be more laid back for senior year, you drag him from ride to ride. despite him being scared shitless of roller coasters he goes on them with you since he knows how badly you want to ride them.

the only condition is that he gets to hold your hand if he gets scared. which is inevitably the whole day, which he gets to use the excuse to hold your hand in queues.

he also holds your hand while walking around the park with the excuse of not wanting to lose you in the crowd.

as if there are a bunch of people on a random weekday. the only ‘crowd’ is just the families with children no older than five.

the only thing jake can confidently do is get you a giant plushie at one of the scam-like carnival game stands. which he carries around for the remainder of the day.

you hate to admit it but skipping was a good idea even though when you two return home both sets of your parents are waiting furiously on your front porch.

“it was my idea,” jake takes the blame as you peek out from behind him, holding his hand for comfort.

you both get grounded for a week and are forced to take the bus to and from school. that didn’t matter though because you both had fun that day.

03. sick day

one morning jake is surprised to see that when he pulls into your driveway that you aren’t waiting for him.

you’re so punctual and on time so it makes him worried. but he gives you the benefit of the doubt and sits in his car for ten minutes. maybe you're just running a little late.

when you don’t respond to his texts jake becomes more worried. he caves, gets out of his car, walks up your front steps, and rings the doorbell.

when you come to the door with messy hair and a pale face jake can already sense you’re sick and miserable.

“woah, are you okay?”

“sorry for not texting,” you sneeze. “i’m staying home today.”

“are your parents home?” jake asks, looking around your house behind you.

“no,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“let me in.”

“but school starts in twenty, you’ll be late,” you try to push him out the door, though he’s stronger than you.

“let me take care of you,” he wraps his arms around your waist and carries you upstairs towards your room.

jake spends the day in your room giving you medicine, soup, and under the covers next to you. making sure he’s with you as you rest incase you need anything. not letting you get up at all unless you really must.

your parents come home to you and jake cuddled up on the couch.

to no one's surprise, your parents call jake’s parents and inform them about their son's whereabouts for the day.

jake does not get grounded for skipping that time.

꣑୧ 𝓪𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

01. after school nap

after a long day of test after test, each teacher trying to get one in before winter break, you’re exhausted.

walking up to jake’s car with dark circles and messy braids. ready to go home and crash on your bed to start your week-long break.

the frigid weather has you shivering as you approach the vehicle. your nose and cheeks flushed red from the cold.

“cold outside?” jake asks as you quickly shut the door and sink into the passenger’s seat. his car had been running for a couple of minutes now as he got let out early by his teacher.

“super,” you yawn, snuggling into your jacket.

the car is taken over by a comfortable silence. the only noises being the car engine and the wind outside. keeping his eyes on the road jake asks you a question.

“how were your tests?” he asks while turning the corner.

he gets no response, at the red light he glances over to see you sleeping soundly in the seat next to him.

when arriving at your house jake decides that you look too adorable and comfortable to wake you up just yet. he knows you’ve been studying hard the past week and barely sleeping. ten minutes is what he tells himself, he’ll wake you up in ten minutes.

ten minutes later jake has also fallen asleep.

you both nap in the heated car for god knows how long. then when a continuous taps on the window register in jake’s brain he opens his eyes to see it is already dark out. the digital clock reads three-quarters past five.

your mom is currently knocking on the driver’s side window.

“hi jaeyun,” she greets when he rolls down the window. “i think you two have been sleeping for too long.”

“yeah, i’m so sorry!” he apologizes. “i guess i fell asleep while i was waiting for her to wake up.”

“that’s alright,” your mother smiles at him. “just making sure you weren’t doing anything else in here!”

jake can’t help the heat creeping up his neck in embarrassment at the suggestion you two were doing something other than sleeping.

“how about you join us for dinner tonight!”

“i’d love to,” jake scratches the back of his neck. “i’ll bring her inside.” he looks over at your peaceful expression wondering how you didn’t wake up in the past couple of minutes.

02. passenger princess

“get out,” jake says when sunghoon climbs into the passenger’s seat of his car.

“what do you mean?” sunghoon replies, furrowing his bushy eyebrows. “you said you’re taking me home!”

“i am!” the australian boy retorts. “but you have to sit in the back.”

“why!” the younger boy whines, crossing his arms childishly.

“because the front seat is for ____,” jake explains, unlocking the door so sunghoon can exit.

“not fair,” sunghoon groans. “last time i checked she didn’t call shotgun.”

“well, she always sits next to me-” he’s cut off by the back door opening and you setting your backpack on the middle seat. “hey, don’t sit there. sunghoon was just about to move.”

“oh! okay!” you get up, looking at sunghoon innocently.

“fuck you,” the black-haired boy says under his breath. “i’m supposed to be your passenger princess.”

“hi hoon!” you sweetly greet him, he suddenly doesn’t feel too betrayed anymore.

“hey,” he says as he goes to the back seat, switching places with you.

you all buckle into the car and as jake backs out of the parking lot you reach over the console to plug your phone into the charger.

jake never lets me do that without asking! sunghoon thinks to himself.

you start fiddling with the car plane on his screen. selecting yourself as aux and playing your shared playlist with jake.

sunghoon notices that his phone is no longer an option for bluetooth on jake’s car and feels even more offended.

jake hums along to the songs you queue as you sing along while reapplying your lip tint in the pull-down mirror.

jake said he hates this song! sunghoon thinks again, cringing at how down bad his friend is for you.

when the trio arrives at sunghoon’s house he quickly gets out and bids goodbye to you only as you wave through the window as he walks up the steps to his front door.

jake soon receives a text from his best friend.

penghoon 🐧 : that was disgusting GET UPP i am your PASSENGER PRINCESS NOT HER ☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔

03. corsage

the friday before prom on the way home school school, jake can’t shake off the sad pout on your face. he feels as if there’s a small rain cloud thundering above your head that’s making your lips droop.

“what’s the matter?” jake asks gently as he sees your sad state.

“i don’t have a date to prom anymore,” your frown becomes stronger.

“what?” he asks with wide eyes. “did you just find out? prom is tomorrow night?”

“i know,” you slouch into your seat. “her boyfriend surprised her by flying in last night and now i don’t get to have a corsage like everyone else! neither do i have a ride…”

“i’ll pick you up,” jake offers. “i don’t have a date either.”

“thank you,” you say with a slight frown still on your face, though inside your relieved to know jake is going alone.

the next morning jake rushes to find a place that has a corsage just perfect for you and for him to match with.

unfortunately, he doesn’t know your dress color so he brings as many different colored ties with him when he picks you up. picking a white corsage so it can match with any color.

when you answer the door jake feels all the air being knocked from his lungs. you’re breathtaking. literally. he starts coughing and you pull him into your house and pat his back.

“where’s your tie?” you ask when he finally starts breathing normally again.

“i have multiple in my car,” he says bashfully. “i wanted to make sure we matched.”

jake quickly leaves to retrieve the ties and corsage.

when you spot the clear box with the pretty white flower that matches the one on his blazer you’re quick to nearly tackle him.

“oh my god! you got me a corsage!” you squeal hugging is neck tightly.

“anything for my prom date,” pats your head, careful to not mess up the hairstyle he knows you spent a good hour on.

04. third-wheel

“are we waiting for someone?” you ask as jake scrolls on his phone after you two have been sitting in the car for a couple of minutes now.

“yeah,” jake’s eyes drift from his phone to the back exit of the school, finally seeing the tall black-haired boy making his way towards the car. “we’re bringing riki home.”

“hey guys!!” the younger boy grins as he slides into the backseat.

“hi ki!” you smile at him in the rearview mirror. “do you want to come with me and jae to the café downtown? or are you busy?”

“i’m not busy!” riki has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, knowing that jake had told him to not get in the way of your study date.

alas, you’re the one who invited him, so jake cannot protest.

“oh! haha great!” jake says as he grips the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles turn white. luckily for him, that’s the least of your concerns as you stare at the way his veins have become more prominent. “the more the merrier!”

the three of you sit in a booth in the café. thankfully jake had kicked riki out of your side of the booth while you were in the bathroom. now jake was by your side doing his own homework as you both shared a slice of strawberry shortcake.

riki on the other hand sits at the opposite side of the table with his straw conveniently next to his mouth as he plays games on his phone.

“riki, don’t you have any homework?” you ask him as you look over at the gaming underclassmen.

“i did it in study hall,” he clarifies, eyes still glued to his screen like a giant ipad kid.

“i find that hard to believe,” jake whispers in your ear.

“be nice,” you nudge him, to which he shrugs.

you both go back to doing your work for a while until jake sees that you have one bite's worth of cake left. he knows you’ll argue with him and insist he eats it. so instead he silently picks it up with his fork and turns to you.

“____,” he says as he brings the utensil to your lips, waiting for you to get the whole piece before retracting his hand, “good?” he asks.

you nod your head as you finish chewing the cake. jake notices that some icing got stuck on the corner of your lips and wordlessly brings his thumb to your face to clean you.

you both stare at each other. the way your eyes sparkle when jake makes eye contact with you is mesmerizing. he dares to almost lean in until riki clears his throat.

“um, my mom says i have to be home for dinner soon.”

“oh yeah,” jake says as he awkwardly backs away. “let’s get you home.”

05. driver switch

you’ve been sitting around in jake’s car for about an hour now. you didn’t know he had practice today and he had only gotten to tell you after the buses left.

instead, he had you walk to the soccer field so he could give you his keys so you could wait in the car for him.

his teammates looked at him suspiciously when you approached.

“since when did you have a girlfriend?” heeseung, the soccer captain asks.

“that’s ____,” riki, an underclassman, interrupts, “jake’s neighbor he’s secretly in love with.”

“shut up,” jake shoves his shoulder as you were still walking close by.

“is that why you wouldn’t set me up on a date with her?” sunghoon pops up behind jake, startling him.

“maybe,” jake mumbles, taking the ball and kicking it along.

once practice is over jake walks to the parking lot with sunghoon and jay. he spots you from afar sitting in his car while reading a book.

he says goodbye to his friends who are quick to tease him and walks over to the car. knocking on the window so you let him open it.

“hi! how was practice?”

“tiring,” jake sighs, placing his bag in the back seat.

“seems like it,” you comment, “i’ll drive us home!”

“nah, it’s fine.”

“please! i never get to drive because i don’t have my own car,” you whine, “you’re clearly tired anyways.”

“it’s my car,” jake argues.

“but i have the keys!” you pout.

“just this once,” jake says while you both switch seats.

06. the date

after your almost kiss at the café, jake musters up the courage to bring you on a real date. the near kiss did everything to confirm that the pining he had been doing for you since the beginning of high school was mutual.

waiting for him to pick you up was seriously nerve-wracking. you kept telling yourself that this wasn’t new at all, which is true, and that it was just jake.

but that was exactly the problem.

you haven’t seen jake since he confessed to you and asked you out on a real date.

that was three days ago, the last day of school when he dropped you home after getting celebratory ice cream.

you’ve been in jake’s car with him more than a hundred times but today was different. you weren’t just driving to school or around town, you were going on a date with him.

at that fancy place, you both discussed going to back when you were just friends. scrolling through the menu on the website for a hypothetical meal turned into reality now.

“you look beautiful,” jake says when you walk downstairs.

of course, he went inside to talk to your parents beforehand. jake was nothing but a gentleman. he reaches for your hand and twirls you around once your feet touch the floor. he admires your dress with lovesick eyes and you think you might as well be dreaming right now.

you bid goodbye to your parents and walk hand in hand down to his car. jake reached to open the passenger door for you and made sure you were inside before closing it.

you fiddle with your necklace as jake starts the car, which he catches onto the awkward atmosphere quickly.

“are you nervous?” jake glances over at you.

“kinda- a lot actually,” you chuckle awkwardly. “it’s just kinda weird being in your car for the first time after we told each other we liked each other.”

“i get it,” jake nods his head before reaching over the console to take your shaking hand into his. “it’s just me.”

“that’s the thing,” you say. “of course i’m nervous jae, i like you, and now you know.”

“i like you too though and i’m also nervous,” he squeezes your hand. “this shouldn’t be any different from when we hang out! just don’t overthink it.”

“okay,” you feel yourself getting flustered, interlacing your fingers with his as he starts driving.

“at least we already know what we want to order!” jake laughs, recalling your late-night menu scrolling two weeks ago before either of you knew about the reciprocated feelings. “one less thing to be worried about.”

you finally let out a genuine laugh.

that night when jake walks you back to your door he does what riki interrupted you from doing. kissing you softly under the dim light provided by your porch light.

when you both finally pull away to see jake cutely pouting at the fact your night together is coming to a close.

“what’s wrong, yun?” you giggle, resting your hands on his chest.

“i don’t want to go home yet,” he says with a pout on his face. bringing you closer so your head rests on his chest as he holds you.

“maybe you can come inside?” you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

at the end of the night, you end up in your boyfriend’s arms.

[minminbunny]

I have a request if you're accepting them that is. Well it's in all actuality two requests but I'll send them in parts.

would you think about possibly writing a drabble or fic on your main

1) bunny hybrid reader with Dom Chan. They're just cuddling together and the reader wants to munch on carrots so he gets the reader some carrot slices and feeds her but ends up dropping a slice on his lap and the reader not thinking anything about it bends down and eats it. (Doesn't have to be NSFW)

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Owner! Bang Chan/Bunny Hybrid Gender Neutral! Reader

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"You're home!" you exclaimed, leaping into his arms. Chan chuckled, bracing your sudden impact, "Master's home, little bun. What have you been up to, hm?" he asked, carrying you to the sofa. You straddled him lap, your fluffy tail twitching from excitement, "Bun cleaned the house, played games, read stuff and made a nest upstairs," you rambled, bouncing in his lap. Chan cooed, rubbing his hands up your plush thighs, "Such a busy bunny," he said, patting your skin. You nodded, "Ahm, bun did a lot today," you said, squeaking as he scratched your ear. "Good bunny," Chan praised, stroking your cheek. You beamed, your ears perking up, "Master, can I have treats?" you asked, thumping your feet against the sofa. A smirk etched on Chan's lips, "Do you think you deserve it, bunny?" he asked, adoring the way you sulked immediately. You looked up at him, batting your pretty lashes, "Bun been good," you whined, hoping he'd give into your plea. "Okay, okay. Get into position, bun. I'll get your treats," Chan said, lifting you off his lap.

You kneeled into position, your hands placed on your thighs as you waited. Chan hummed, his voice deep and proud, "Good bunny, so obedient for me," he said, patting your head. You squeaked, nudging into his palm, "Treat, please," you said, your eyes sparkling under the ceiling lights. Chan felt his breath hitch, "Come cuddle up, bunny," he whispered, sitting next to you. "Carrots!" you squeaked, nuzzling into his side. Chan chuckled, holding you close, "Say ah," he said, tapping the carrot slices on your bottom lip. You instantly took a chomp, loving the sweet juices from the carrot slices with each bite "Mmh," you moaned, licking your lips. Chan gulped, rubbing the back of his nape as he fed you. "Eek!" you squeaked, missing a carrot slice from his fingertips. Chan chuckled, his hand about to pick up the slice but you beat him to it.

"Nom," you said, biting the carrot slice above his bulge. Chan choked on his spit, his eyes widened at your seeming innocent gesture. You tilted your head, parting your lips, "Ah," you said, waiting for another slice. Chan gulped, his hands fidgeting on his lap, "Do you want another type of treat, bunny?" he asked, setting the carrots aside. You beamed, "What type of treat?" you asked, curiosity flooding your mind. Chan chuckled, "Well, it's warm. A bit salty at first but it gets sweeter and sweeter the more you suck," he said, rubbing your ears. "Ooh, bun wants some," you said, your tailing wiggling in anticipation. Chan's voice turned breathy, a smug smirk etched on his lips, "Lay your head on Master's lap, bunny," he said, gently tugging your ears. You did as told, obediently waiting for the new treat. Chan popped a salty lemon drop in your mouth, "Suck on it, bun. Doesn't it taste good?" he asked, brushing back your fur. (Heh)

NSFW BELOW CUT

Chan unzipped his pants, his cock throbbing beneath his boxers, "Doesn't it look tasty?" he said, his voice husky. You nodded, aching to get your lips wrapped around his leaky tip. His precum dripping down the sides of his shaft, making his cock glisten under the lights. You gulped, waiting patiently for Chan to slip his cockhead between your lips. Chan cooed, tapping the tip of his cock against your bottom lip, "You love Master's cock pacifier don't you, bunny? You always get so messy when we have scenes like these," he teased, stroking your hair as you suckled his throbbing cockhead. You hummed, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as you sucked. Chan hissed, patting your hair, "That's it, pretty bun. Keep sucking like it's a pacifier. Let it soothe your needy little brain," he said, loving the way your eyes flutter shut into a blissful haze.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

― bnd & edging vs overstim .ᐟ ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ☕ warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, mayhaps edging and overstim i dunno just maybe!! mentions of subspace, probably typos forgive me 🙏/ wc: 810 / masterlist / divider

˚ ༘⋆｡➳ sungho

sungho prefers edging, his confidence is boosted when he can hold out for a while. he has the longest stamina out of the five, so he can handle edging for a while. with overstim, the desperation makes him lose grip on his mind, which is something he'd only want to experience on special occasions. he prefers to be lucid during sex so that he can pay attention to how you look, what you're doing, and what you're saying. he prides himself on being obedient even if he's mouthy, and it's more difficult for him to follow your instructions when his mind is super hazy, which is often is during overstim.

˚ ༘⋆｡➳ riwoo

riwoo prefers overstim. out of the five, he likes being in subspace the most and slips into it the fastest and the deepest. he likes being in your care and finds it romantic to surrender to you in that sense. during a lot of intimate sessions, he doesn't want to think outside of doing what you instruct. however, it's hard for him to relax during edging. he's so on edge, sensitive to every single touch and holding his breath wondering if this time you'll let him cum, but when you pull away he's so disappointed. he finds it fun, but it's not his favorite of the two. he likes the pain-pleasure of overstim more. similarly to edging, he's sensitive to every touch and word you say, but he gets to cum this way, it doesn't feel like he's holding his breath waiting for relief. he likes wondering if you'll have mercy on him and stop, or if you're going to work another one out of him, the lack of control over either is comforting to him.

˚ ༘⋆｡➳ jaehyun

jaehyun prefers overstim. to jaehyun, edging feels like a punishment. he'd much rather be sensitive from cumming than desperate from being on edge. edging would make him super frustrated, borderlining on not in a good way, so even as a punishment, it's not something you'd wanna keep up for very long. however, jaehyun always wants to be the #1 Best Boy, so he would try his best to take the punishment, but it's not long at all before he's begging, promising that he's learnt his lesson and deserves to cum, and he's cute, it's easy to give in when he's begging like that. jaehyun also just loves overstim. one orgasm is almost never enough to satisfy him, he'll immediately beg to keep going even if he has to do all the work because you're tired. he has stamina for overstim but not so much for edging. overstim is more likely to send him into subspace than edging, and he likes the haziness of subspace, the feeling of being brainless outside of following your instructions and being a good puppy. he's so satisfied when he's boneless and milked dry from an overstim session, whereas with edging, it takes him awhile to calm down after finally cumming, and if you overstim him immediately after edging him, it's a lot for him to handle, almost too much, and it takes a while for him to come out of subspace.

˚ ༘⋆｡➳ taesan

taesan prefers edging. he has a very love/hate relationship with edging. similar to jaehyun, it sometimes feels like a punishment, but he's not one to back down from a challenge. he can hold out the longest following sungho. however, the second you overstim him, his brain turns to static. the pain-pleasure is difficult for him to handle. he'd have to be in a mood where he's ready to be vulnerable for you, because overstim will definitely send him into subspace, and he doesn't want to be in subspace every session. going back to earlier, he's not one to back down from a challenge, so he's holding back pleas and only squeezing his eyes shut/grunting when you deny him. you will get him to the point where he's giving up and begging to cum, but it won't come without a fight for sure because taesan just enjoys putting up a fight. he wants to be able to (lovingly) brag about how good he is for you.

˚ ༘⋆｡➳ leehan

leehan honestly doesn't have a preference. similar to sungho and taesan, he likes seeing how long he can last during edging before he feels like the desperation to cum is driving him insane, but he also likes the brainless feeling that comes with being worked past his limit. he just likes being your sub, he doesn't care how you decide to use him. more than anything, he just wants you to praise him, either for holding back so well or for cumming so much for you. he also has pretty good stamina, but less than sungho and taesan, but even when he's tired, he'd wanna keep messing around if you do. he's just a chill guy,,

bunny and i agree that jaehyun would just be a big baby during overstim and edging so we think maybe he's the problem?

[pupwashing]

thoughts on dad curly waif 💓

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dad curly.. he’s kinda oblivious! he’s not a bad dad by any means, but sometimes he’s as clueless as a toddler.

doesn’t even realize how your looks of affection have lustful intent, or how you greedily leer at his body. he just chalks it up to his little girl being affectionate.

he doesn’t flinch when you sit on his lap one night, nor does he mind. any extra time with his darling daughter is enough for him to not even bat a blond eyelash.

you straddle his muscular thighs, small hands splaying over his equally muscular chest. he’s huge, always has been. you’ve always been enamored with his size.

simply admiring his body quickly turns into your soft lips slotting with his, and curly just lets it happen. his princess has to practice for when she gets a boyfriend, no? he’ll teach you how to use your tongue and set the boys on fire.

he slips his thick thumb over the muscle, letting you suck on it as his hands slide down your panties.

he feels how slick you already are, as if you were anticipating this result. he’s not going to leave you needy, though. what kind of father would he be if he didn’t finish the job?

two large fingers plunge into your needy cunt, forcefully scissoring you open. his fingers are big, but his cock is even bigger, and curly can’t have his poor girl tear.

once your hole is stretched wide, he wastes no time pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, letting them pool at his ankles.

his dick is huge, too big for you to take it all the way. he won’t force you to do it, either. he knows your limits better than you do.

the pretty pink tip glistens in the dim lighting of the living room, pearls of pre already coming from his slit. he’s as ready as you are.

large hands settle on your hips, helping you sink down on about half of his cock. from then, the spotlight’s on you.

you rock your hips, watching as his dick slides in and out of you. he keeps a tight grip on your hips, making sure you don’t push yourself too hard.

the squelch of your pussy makes his cock twitch, and the gummy walls of your pussy make him feel at home.

curly can feel his balls tighten, and he knows it’s about time to blow his load, but he can’t forget about you, his lovely daughter.

his thumb swipes over your clit, sticky due to all the mess you’ve made with your pretty cunt. it doesn’t take long for you to cream ‘round his cock, orgasm washing over you like a high tide.

curly pulls out of you, stroking his dick until he cums thick white ropes on your body. he couldnt possibly do that inside of you. he’s not that far gone. seeing your blissed out expression is worth it, though.

it doesn’t take long for him to calm down from his orgasm, and he picks you up. he’s gonna run you a warm bubble bath and get you cleaned up. it’s the fatherly thing to do.

[yo-yo-yungi]

SHUT UP - JEONG YUNHO - NSFW

Yunho x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: Dom!Yunho, Sub!reader, degrading (slut), pet names (baby), mention of punishment, childhood house, having to stay quiet, established relationship,

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Summary: you simply couldn’t hold yourself back around your perfect boyfriend, especially when he looked so good in the morning, even if your parents were downstairs… you could be quiet… Right?

“Keep your filthy mouth closed baby” he groaned into your ear, words accompanied by hot breaths hitting your skin. Despite you getting louder and louder, threatening to blow your cover, he continued to slam his hips against yours. If your family heard then you’d be the one at fault, not him. After all, you were the one that begged him to fuck you even though you were staying in your childhood room and your family were home.

Admittedly the second you started begging there was no way Yunho was going to turn you down, he gets mean sure, but he also gets turned on, and your pathetic begging had him terribly desperate.

“Please Yun, I need your fat fucking cock in my pussy…” you begged him, kneeling in front of him, pulling on his belt. Who had taught you to beg so effectively??? Him… Was it biting him in the ass now? Yes.

“Can’t be quiet Yun, you feel s’ good” you whined, whimpers falling from your mouth. Yunho wanted to slap, maybe punish you for being dumb, for not following orders, but that would only make more noise. Instead he removed his hand from your clit and shoved his fingers into your mouth “suck on those and shut the fuck up. God you are such a whore~ begging for me~ moaning so loudly for me~ and all when your parents are downstairs~ are you a slut baby” he groaned, voice coarse from running low on energy. He was holding back his own moans so well, why couldn’t you just do the same.

Around his fingers you nodded desperately, wide glossy eyes looking up at him so sweetly. God you were so cute, he hated how you had such a grasp on him. He really did love you. He just hopped he hadn’t ruined his chances of your family liking him by fucking you in their house-

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closed, cock slamming into your cervix, making you bite into his fingers so you wouldn’t scream. Your pretty cunt tightened around him so filthily and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “My slut, so fucking perfect~” he whined, gazing into your eyes.

You wanted to call to him, tell him you were going to cum, but his fingers stopped you, they only pushed further into your throat. “I know Baby, I know~ you wanna cum on my cock, make a sloppy fucking mess~ go ahead baby” he gave you all the permission you’d ever need, then sped up, chasing your highs together. He needed to cum just as badly as you now.

He felt your cunt tighten around him and he throbbed in response. Sweat dripped from his hair line and his fingers slipped deeper into your mouth, pressing down. His hips stuttered as you came around him, your slick coating his cock looked so delicious and he really wish he’d eaten you out. With one final thrust he slams his hips into yours and paints your begging walls white.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and leans down to kiss you, trying to hide his own moans. “Thank you Yun” you mutter as he pulls away to grab a towel to clean you up. He chuckles at you and grabs your chin, pulling you towards him “you better be ready for when we get home baby, cause I’m gonna fucking break you” he smiled, eyes twinkling, and that’s how you knew you were truly fucked.

[cigsaftersuh]

my youth, your kitchen

chapter 43 .ᐟ ૮ BFF4S (bff 4 sale) ྀིა

𐙚 pairing: non-idol! jeno x f! reader (.◜◡◝)

𐙚 genre: slice of life + strangers to friends to lovers

𐙚 in which y/n, a pre-med student, who loves to cook & feed people, meets jeno, the quiet sports science major with a soft smile, and discovers that the way to someone’s heart really is through their gastrointestinal tract, their stomach.

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supposedly yours ᡣ𐭩 byun baekhyun

angst, thought it was one-sided love but it wasn't , regrets, grammatical error

byun baekhyun x f!reader x park chanyeol

a/n short angst fic with baek and chan 🥹 I HAD THIS ANGSTY THOUGHT LAST NIGHT AND WAS LIKE, WHY NOT RIGHT?

the awkward silence, the slight skin-to-skin contact, the nervous eye contacts... all of it was a hint in the first place. yet, he had failed to realize that.

"chanyeol... why doesn't he like me? why does he like her?" you sniffled, gripping your phone for dear life. chanyeol hated that you were crying. if anything, he wants you to smile and laugh for the rest of your life. his heart aches even more knowing that you like his best friend. when he is standing right in front of you; comforting you whenever you needed him.

baekhyun wasn't there when your cat went missing. baekhyun wasn't there when you failed your driving test. he wasn't there during your graduation. chanyeol knew why his best friend skipped those events and wasn't there to comfort or congratulate you. and the reasons were acceptable. yet, he felt an ugly feeling brewing in his chest, asking what you even see in baekhyun?

baekhyun regretted the fact that he never take the chance to confess. there were many opportunities where he could just swept you off your feet with his cheesy yet romantic confession. he hated the fact that he was too afraid of losing you. he hated it even more knowing that he lost you to his best friend forever.

.

"you know... i actually used to like you," you admitted shyly. "it was a stupid crush that went on for years," you smiled. "but well, seems like chanyeol's the one for me," you said softly, your eyes gazing at the ring embedded on your finger.

baekhyun could feel his heart shattering into million pieces when you told him you were dating chanyeol. it breaks his heart even more knowing that you are getting married to chanyeol. it brings him back to reality that you weren't his. that you were supposed to be his, but wasn't because of his cowardice.

"congrats. i'll bring you guys wedding gifts," he smiled, hoping that the hurt doesn't show on his face.

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | “Niū niū”/little girl used

Wc: 765

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Strawberry Moon

“Up, Baby girl!” Jun patted his lap, a gentle smile resting on his lips as he finally sat down for the evening.

When he first got home from work, he was quickly redirected to the bathroom to shower. There was no way your babysitter (s/n) would let his sweat covered self anywhere near you. With a pout he waved at his amused little one as he was pushed down the hall until he walked forward on his own. But after he was clean and dry, he came back to the living room where your sitter was saying goodnight, coat on and ready to leave. Thankfully you were already bathed and in your jammies. One less thing for his tired, achy body to worry about.

“Thank you again, s/n.”

Jun really was thankful. His work was busy work and would be for some time to come. You knew that. Though he loved his work, he wished things were different. Just a little more time with you, he’d never complain about. You both greeted the sitter goodbye before he called you to him, waiting patiently in his chair.

Abandoning your toys and crayons, you grabbed your plushie and crawled into his lap, giggling and squirming around until you were comfortable.

“Comfy, Niū niū?” He sighed happily, not minding whatever kiddie movie played on the television as he patted your bottom softly.

“Nhm!” You nodded snuggling closer, your whole body relaxing just feeling his physical presence and his soothing scent.

“Wait-“ he gasped, sitting you up straight to look you in the eyes “- where’s your paci??”

Forgetful, you couldn’t remember when you’d last had it so you only blinked at him. But your eyes began to shift as you worried, suddenly missing it now that you remembered its existence.

“Hmm.” He pressed his lips together, stroking your head, deep in thought.

“Wah?? What’s this??” His hand drew back from your hair.

As if your pacifier had been hiding there the whole time, he swung it around his finger, prideful after finding it in the bedroom while he was getting dressed.

“Daddy, you found it!! How did you do that??” You took his hand in yours and studied the pacifier around his finger but there was no trick that you could see nor that your little, regressed mind could comprehend.

“Okok. Look at that. Perfect. Have I ever told you that you’re cute?” Jun smiled as he popped it in your mouth, squishing your cheeks with one hand. Only receiving a nose scrunch and a huff of air in response to his silly comments, he grinned and pulled you back to rest on his chest.

Taking a nice deep breath, the upbeat voices, silly sounds and cheerful music coming from the television began to fade into the background. The muscles in his face relaxed as he laid his head against his comfy chair. He could fall asleep right there with you in his arms, his hand patting a gentle rhythm on your back.

“Mmnhh(Daddy)??” You pouted, taking offense at his sleepy demeanor.

“Oh, that’s right. Okay. ‘I love you’ song first.”, He remembered, chuckling breathily as he stood, hoisting you up to carry you in his arms. He kissed your nose before your head rested back on his shoulder and shut the lights off as he walked down the hall towards your bedroom.

“You are my dream~” he nuzzled your cheek, eliciting precious giggles from his baby as he walked you to bed, “~you are my love.”

Shutting the door behind him with his foot, he continued singing, sitting on the edge bed and rocking you gently for a moment before rolling over and pulling you under the covers with him. Once your giggles had settled again and you were comfortable on his chest, he sang again sweetly.

“I love you~”

Reaching to shut off the bedside lamp. He could feel your weight getting heavier against him, a sure sign he wouldn’t be singing much longer.

“wo ai ni … hmmmhmmn…” he began rubbing your back again, his nose in the crook of your neck as you began to drift off completely.

How needed, how complete he felt singing a few lines of a song he’d only sang for some drama, never knowing it would come to hold so much meaning, he hoped you’d never outgrow it. Out of habit he sang a little longer than he needed to, his voice just a mumble now as his lips moved slowly, his eyes falling shut. The sooner he fell asleep the sooner he could see you in his dreams and wake up to your pretty face tomorrow.

🧸Endnote: Jun again (sorry not sorry) Wahhh I know this song is becoming overused and I totally would have used it for the title if I hadn’t already but its Junniieeee and really is my comfort song haha. I still don’t think I’ll be returning to writing regularly for the next few months but I wrote this one for myself and it was pretty complete so I figured I’d post. alsooo I will always miss his dark hair but wah the red looks so good on him and these hoodie pics are my new fav because he looks so comfy and soft ㅠ ㅠ ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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Safe with you : Ao3 | wc: 4.8k | rated: E | tags: Daddy kink, under-negotiated kink, hurt/comfort, crying, sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, masturbation

Can't live for tomorrow : Ao3 | wc: 6.2 | rated: M | cw: panic attacks | tags: 90's AU, No Upside down, Meet-ugly, Platonic Hellcheer, Background Buckingham, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Yoga Instructor Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson needs a hug

Hug : Ao3 | wc: 3.4k | rated: T | cw: meltdown, burn out | tags: autistic eddie munson, hurt/comfort, pre relationship, pining, hugging

Memories of somethin' even smoking weed does not replace : Ao3 | part 2 | cw: alcohol | rated: M | tags: pre s4 au, steve harrington centric, stobin soulmates, raised catholic steve harrington

Tiny green shorts : Ao3 | wc: 2.2k | rated: E | tags: smut, established relationship, mention of free use

🍓, 🍓🍓 : Ao3 | wc: 1.9k | rated: G | tags: getting together, fluff, idiots in love

Extra credit : Ao3 | wc: 1.6k | rated: M | tags: pre s4, fluff, pre relationship

Seasons change, but people don't : Ao3 | wc: 6.2k | rated: M | tags: time skips, slow burn, eddie munson is bad a feelings, first kiss

Series :

Steddie Spooktober 2024 : Ao3 | (complete)

Microfics (AKA my chubby steve saga) : Ao3 | (ongoing)

Autistic Steve Harrignton : Ao3 | Thoughts | Hurt/Comfort | Stimming | (ongoing)

Sub Eddie Week 2024 Masterlist : Ao3 | (complete)

Stop being a goblin and let me kiss you : rated: M | tags: switching POV, getting together, idiots in love, flirting | part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 | (unfinished)

I also like writing steddie chubby or in bigger bodies. sometimes fat and/or getting fatter (steddie wg), so please read the tags. if you’re not into that, it’s okay there’s things above for you. if you are into that, please, come in <3

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Love in a safety-pin : Ao3 | wc: 3.9k | rated: M | tags: weight gain, outgrown clothes, mutual pining, getting together, domestic fluff

Wherever you go, that’s where I am : Ao3 | wc: 3.5k | rated: M | tags: 5+1, established relationship, body worship, feral pining goblin eddie munson, chubby steve harrington, fluff

Denny’s : Ao3 | rated G | tags: tooth rotting fluff, pining, chubby steve, line cook eddie, getting together | idea , follow up , fin | (complete)

Ex jock : Ao3 | wc: 2k | rated: E | tags: established relationship, fat steve, sub eddie, outgrown clothes

Office AU : initial idea - First date : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, fluff, outgrown clothes, sweet gooey smut

Milk | co written with @scoops-aboy86 | rated: M | tags: idiot4idiot, weight gain, stobin soulmates but robin is tired

Chubby Eddie Munson

Jeans : Ao3 | wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: pre & established relationship, weight gain, outgrown clothes, some sub steve

Santa baby : wc: 390 | rated: T | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, fluff, a silly thing for Christmas

Witness Protection WG AU | rated: M | tags: weight gain, cannon divergence, stuffing

Breakfast : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van)

[mikatogo]

I can't believe you would do this to gooses everywhere lmao whenever i see that word now i SNARL AND HISS. but this is just to say you're a great writer 🫶🏼

if you're still doing drabbles, what about ranson successfully escaping and benson somehow ending up as a fireman? like maybe he helped in an emergency once and they go 'hey you should volunteer' and randy convinces him and he ends up as part of the crew. Comes home covered in sweat and soot 😍

THANK YOU 😭😭 I was lowkey worried how people would react but everyone seemed to like the... event? Wtf do you call it. Whatever, but YAY!!! #GooseHate

Your mind, lowkey omg...

Benson and Randy have temporarily settled down at the edge of a small forest, near a little ass town that nobody knows the name of. The inhabitants know of their presence, Randy went out of his way to introduce himself to a few of them just to keep options open.

"What fuckin' options?" Benson scoffs but Randy just shrugs, sitting close next to him on a bench. He wasn't ready to admit that he thinks they should stay there a little longer. Maybe forever. So he makes nice with people to find them potential jobs—babysittig, Benson using his mechanical skills. But he isn't really ready to let the other leave his field of vision, so he doesn't say anything.

After two months they start running low on money. Benson doesn't tell Randy but he knows. Of course, he knows. He lies awake at night, tracing stars into Benson's skin and thinks about them losing all their fucking money. Thinks that there is only so much they can do and how tired he is of stealing, of robbing, of Benson being in danger.

One day, they're out for chores. Groceries, taking Benson on a walk because he gets antsy staying inside all day. They split for just a moment; Benson goes to the liquor store, Randy walks up the street to the tiny, tiny bookstore that he has come to love.

A fire lit up the house of the woman that always talks to Randy, to the kid that always clings to the other's leg to hide from Benson behind the very person that belongs to him. The mother cries outside the house, held back by two other women. He doesn't know why but he rushes up to them, babbling and tears and spit and he's inside the house looking for a fucking kid that he doesn't even know the name of.

She's not far away, just past the doorway and down some way in the living room. She's small, fragile and easy to pick up. He carries her out, right into the arms of the firefighters that finally fucking arrived. They take her from him, and Benson just watches. The mother is on him in a moment, hugging him, thanking him over and over and before he can tense up and explode from the intrusion Randy is there, pulling at his shoulder to turn him around.

Randy's eyes are big and round, asking what happened and Benson can just wave in the direction of the girl and her mother. Randy hugs him and he relaxes under the hands he knows.

"You idiot! You could've gotten hurt." says Randy but there's no real bite in his voice.

"Nobody was there to help her." mumbled Benson and he feels strangely empty.

"You were." Randy pats his back like you'd do an upset toddler and Benson doesn't know what that's supposed to mean. They pull away, Randy rubbing the sleeve of his jacket over Benson's dirty face, pull further away when someone starts talking to them, one of the firemen. The fire is under control, almost completely put out. They shake hands, Benson just kind of dazed. They kind of circle the two of them, telling him he did a good job, that the station is understaffed since they're such a small town, that they would totally take him up if he volunteered since he seems absolutely capable. Benson waves it off but Randy tells them they'd think about it, come back to it later.

They get into a fight about it at home, of course. Randy wants him to do it and Benson would rather die. Benson yells like he does while Randy throws words too well aimed in a tone that always, always, hurts the other. He leaves, Randy just stands in the middle of the room before deflating. Slamming doors and heavy silence the entire evening. Randy sits in front of the TV, watching a documentary when Benson comes slinking back inside. He takes off his jacket, his shoes, pads over and sits down next to Randy. He reaches and, because Randy is weak and too soft on him, he lets himself get pulled into Benson's lap—legs getting moved over one of Benson's, his shoulders settled right under his arm. The side of Benson's face against Randy's head.

"You'll be by yourself then. Ya know that I don't like not seein' ya." says Benson and Randy can hear the apology in it.

"You got out of here pretty quickly for not like it." Randy didn't often allow himself to bitch but the closer they were the easier it felt to let it slip.

"Yeah, well, you pissed me off." Benson pats his hair.

They don't really talk about it again but the next day Randy is out of the house and down the street to the town. He gets himself two jobs as a babysitter, a part time job in the little bookshop. Benson is mad, doesn't talk to him for two days. But Randy works, stays away from home until Benson is desperate for him to be there when he is. So he goes to the damn fire station and volunteers, gets taken up almost immediately even though he doesn't pass the speed test and half of the sport test. He's old, tell him he'll get there. They're kind to him and he hates it.

He comes home all grim and exhausted but Randy almost jumps in the air when he tells him about it and maybe it's worth it for the smile and kisses he gets. Maybe it's worth it for that happiness radiating off of Randy and maybe it's worth it when the other lets him do whatever he wants as a treat. He leaves as many marks as he's able.

Randy drops the babysitter job, only does part time in the bookshop and takes care of things around home. The small garden that Benson used to scoff at but has come to like in secret that wasn't really a secret at all. He fixes the lights and stove by himself, finally builds that bookshelf that Benson is always too lazy to do for him.

Benson comes home to him and Randy's heart flutters every single time. He can't help but loiter about by the door until he finally hears the crunch of his boots and he's too desperate to feel embarrassed when throws himself at him as soon as the door opens. Benson pretends to be annoyed but he's kissing Randy's mouth open and nosing along his jawline, enjoying the way that the other bends around him. It's cliche, it's so cliche, but they both feel the strain that time apart inflicts on them. Some days Randy cries just because Benson is gone and when the other comes home to his red eyed boy he scoffs and asks "are ya on your fuckin' period?" but makes sure to take especially good care of him.

Some days Benson comes home dirty, sweaty and Randy can't get enough. He follows him around, sticks his nose into his neck and doesn't even bother to hide how he breathes him in. Benson can't help but take him then, smearing his dirty hands across his pretty skin and roughing him up. Randy has barely ever felt better. He is so devastatingly desperate that Benson lets himself be pushed down onto the bed, knowing that Randy will whine about the sheets afterwards. Lets the other climb into his lap and kiss him until he can barely breathe before he takes over and gives him whatever he asks for.

He doesn't know, though, that Benson never showers at the station because he wants to get home to him as quickly as possible.

And maybe the other doesn't need to know that the guys at the station tease Benson about him. That they call him his little wife, that he has a polaroid of Randy sleeping stuck in his locker and another one in the pocket of his jacket. That he shows off new ones to the guys like prized possessions because he knows that Randy is so far removed from them that it doesn't matter, that he will only ever belong to him. Maybe it's Benson's little secret that the others bother him about marriage because he is the only one unmarried, that they would throw them an unofficial one—fuck the fucking state and their laws. That, on slow days, they dream up the wedding as if it's the most serious business on earth while Benson just sits in his corner and tries not to grin.

The way they all stand at the windows of the station to gawk and whistle when Randy brings him his dinner that he purposely forgot in the morning. Randy burnt the brightest red and spluttered in panic when Benson kissed him in front of them for the first time.

"They know you're mine." he had whispered into his ear and Randy made a whimpering sound that Benson wanted to drink up and lock inside his chest forever. And it's so easy. All of it feels so easy that some days he feels too sick to move. And other days it feels so easy that he can't help the spring in his step, the manic tweak in his voice.

Maybe they meet up for drinks, almost everyone brings their respective partners. Randy runs late because he has to lock up the store so he is last to arrive. He enters all mousy and twitchy, hands wringing instead of biting. Benson's eyes immediately on him, like an instinct that tells him when the other is within reach. Randy smiles when one of the guys claps him on the shoulder and burns up when he announces him like a special guest. Their wives are all hardened up, unphased when their husbands try to embarrass them, but they know that Randy is skittish, easily flustered, and they have almost too much fun with that fact. He gets pushed towards Benson and he is kind enough to meet him in the middle—a hand around his waist, the other tilting his face to the side to kiss at his cheek and neck. Randy hits his side, embarrassed but the others are enjoying the teasing too much to let up anyways so Benson gives them a little show to cover the fact that he wants to mark Randy his. The other man bonds with the women and men and Benson's chest gives a funny little twist whenever he realises how much Randy has changed.

Maybe other times Benson will say "Nah, gotta get home to my sweetheart." when they invite him for drinks, and maybe he will never tell Randy that he loves him but it's right there, written all over his face and the walls, when he opens the door and Randy is already standing in the hallway with the biggest smile on his face.

[cozypups]

what if i went feral and just... created a writing sideblog.........

[jlheon]

୨ৎ — sunny day (sjy)

pairing. fake bf & best friend! sim jaeyun x fem! reader genre. angst wc. 1380 notes. i'm sorry jake sucks here it's jover guys library.

🗯️ etxra peng note. hai this is for @okwonyo's celestial ballet event! guys i don't think this is my best work but i love jake & bea so i had to pick this song!! this might just be word vomit ヽ(´ー｀)

synopsis. you’re sick of the lines of jake and your fake relationship are too blurred

last night you had yet another fight with jake.

jake is your boyfriend, to everyone around you. but behind closed doors, he is nothing but your fake boyfriend. 

he asked you to do him a favor, you owed him after he helped you pass your physics final, but you didn’t think it would involve being dragged along to parties his rich parents hosted.

you both were just now graduating high school and would go your separate ways for college. which in theory sounds good for your lie, the fake relationship could end due to ‘long distance’, but it was not good for your heart.

in the past semester, you fell hard for sim jaeyun.

there was no turning back, you were in too deep. 

he was so sweet to you, in front of others, and behind closed doors. 

though, obviously you both respected each other's boundaries since your relationship wasn’t real. that was until a couple weeks ago.

jake had kissed you when he was drunk and so were you. it was a pretty heated kiss but it didn’t go any further.

unfortunately for you, you still woke up next to him in his room the morning after. 

“you’re awake,” jake breaks the silence, sitting up against his headboard. 

“i am,” you sit up next to him, rubbing your eyes. “did something happen last night?”

“um,” jake clears his throat. “jay said we kissed.”

“what?” you look at him with wide eyes. “like a lot?”

“apparently…” jake says, looking at the photo of sunghoon with you two in the background. it’s barely visible but you can see jake caging you against the wall.

“well, that’s the first and the last time,” you brush it off, stepping onto the floor.

“yup,” jake scratches the back of his neck. “let's go get breakfast.”

that wasn’t the last time. not at all.

since then you have kissed jake a total of ten times. yes, you counted. having taken note of each one and writing about what it felt like in a locked note. 

it was weird to kiss jake, but not in a weird way like you opposed it. admittedly still weird since there was no need for you to kiss. it wasn’t like the cliché movies where your friends would pressure you to kiss to prove your relationship. you even kissed when it was just you and him. 

it was rather pointless but you couldn’t help but wish he would do it every time you were together. which he did up until a couple of weeks ago.

when you two were casually sitting around you got fed up with how the lines of your strictly fake relationship were blurring. it’s not like you didn’t want to be physically affectionate with him you’ve done it all your life, but the kissing was way too much. going way over the walls of your friendship and confusing you. 

when you brought it up to him, asking what you two were even doing anymore, he lashed out. saying that he’s sorry for making you confused but something along the lines of ‘kissing you makes me less stressed’. 

then why doesn’t he just get a real girlfriend then?

though you knew if he were to stage the fake break up with you and move onto another girl you would rip your hair out at the sight. 

it was not the last time you two got into an argument.

you laid your heart out in front of jake. telling him that kissing and physical affection aren’t a what fake couples do. you were basically a real couple at this point.

he did not like it when you brought it up.

“it’s all fake ____,” he told you with his sickeningly sweet honey voice. “stop letting it get to your head.” he ruffled your hair.

at the end of each argument, you always end up in his arms. 

no matter how confusing and short-tempered jake is he never wants to be the reason you’re upset. 

today was different though.

“get out,” you tell him, eyes glued to the floor. 

“excuse me?” jake scoffs.

“you heard me,” you raise your head and attempt to smoothen your voice. “i said get out, jake.”

“you’re being ridiculous ____,” jake shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“i’m not,” you retort, crossing your arms. “i’m sick of this. whatever we have going on.”

“you’re just going to throw away our ten years of friendship?” he seethes.

“i don’t think is just a friendship anymore, jae!” you yell in frustration, walking towards your bedroom window, and opening it to let the fresh air in. 

“how could it not be? nothing between us has changed!” jake argues, grabbing his hoodie and throwing it over his shoulders. 

“everything is different!-”

“nothing is different because this is all fake-”

“fuck off jae, you’re the one who kissed me,” you face the window and let the cool night air hit your cheeks. hoping the tears forming in your eyes would disappear. 

“it was a mistake ____,”  

“then why didn’t it stop after the first time?” you whisper, mostly to yourself but you hope he hears it too over the soft patter of the pouring rain. “just get out.”

you hear the rummaging around behind you of jake putting on his shoes. his shoulder harshly bumped against yours, as he exits through the window and into the dark and rainy summer night.

you don’t sleep at all.

in the morning you are mad at yourself. maybe he’s right, you’re too sensitive. he just kissed you, not confess his love for you. 

for the next day, you stay in your room under the covers. millions of notifications from your phone, all from none other than jake sim. 

you can’t deal with him right now, not today. maybe tomorrow, we’re okay.

while scrolling through your chats you’ve noticed that he only ever texts you at night. call in the morning when you wake. you can’t just give in to him easily no matter how bad you want to be back in his arms even if he acts like your lover one day and like he doesn’t need you the next.

he’s all you know, the only person you can one-hundred percent find comfort in. 

when you finally reach for your phone, sick of the constant vibrations, you press his contact. 

“____?” he answers in his softest voice, you break.

“i’m sorry for yesterday,” you speak, voice up an octave higher than normal. “don’t be mad at me please.” 

“i’m not mad at you,” jake pauses between his sentence and hesitates before his next word. “pretty.” that’s a new nickname.

the call abruptly ended. the shuffling from his side of the line subsided by the sounds of him ending the call. you’re so lazy to call him back, no energy to do anything but lay in your bed.

like clockwork jake’s familiar head of fluffy brown hair appears at your window. sliding it open as gently as possible and letting himself inside. 

you notice the bright sky behind him. the pretty wash of blue that differs from the storm the previous day. a sunny day.

neither of you speak as jake shakes off his sweater and shoes.

he approaches you on the bed, lifting your duvet and sliding into the vacant spot next to you, his spot. 

jake reaches out for you, arms wrapping around your waist as he moves you to settle atop his chest. resting your head in the crook of his neck and his hands in your hair. with your skin on mine again.

“you know i don’t mean it,” jake breaks the silence. “right?”

“mean what?” 

“when i kiss you,” he clarifies. “i didn’t mean for you to take it the wrong way. you’re a great girl ____, i just don’t think we’re right for each other. 

“that’s okay. i can’t imagine losing you because of a breakup,” you lie. you would take all the risks to be with jake sim for real if it meant being with him but that isn’t what your future holds. 

“so we’re good?” jake asks nervously.

“always,” you say, a smile on your face even though you know you should shut this down for your sanity. 

it’s easy if i pretend.

[minminbunny]

2) if you're interested

Could you do a OT8 fic where the reader goes to her obgyn appointment for the readers annual checkup and such but the usual doctor isn't there and the usual doctor is a woman but she was out sick or smt and so the doctor gets someone in skz to take over her appointments depending on the time a different person gets an appointment so reader goes to the obgyn and gets informed of the changes but reader didn't have a choice so they stick to the appointment and whichever member gets the appointment does the checkup but halfway through the other members walk in during the check up and join in to help check up on reader and just ends up messy sex?

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Doctor AU - Doctor! Kim Seungmin/Doctor! Seo Changbin/Doctor! Han Jisung/Patient Fem! Reader

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"Miss, could you change into this," Seungmin said, gesturing to a thin piece of outerwear. You nodded, changing behind the curtain. Seungmin adjusted his glasses, "Get on top and position your legs respectfully. "Okay," you whispered, relaxing when you were set in a familiar appointment position. Seungmin tugged the gloves down his hands, a soft snap echoing in the room, "From your consultation, you've said that you notice your canal being too tight for masturbation, right?" he asked, sitting on the stool between your legs. You nodded, "Yes, I tried inserting two fingers like I normally do but the stretch stung," you admitted, trying not to be flustered.

Seungmin nodded, and he tore open a packet of lube, "May I? Let me know if it hurts," he said, gently parting your folds as your swollen clit peeks out from under the hood. You nodded, exhaling deeply, "Okay," you said, bracing for the intrusion. Seungmin eased his pinky finger, lightly thrusting in and out, "Does this hurt?" he asked, watching your expression. You shook your head, "No, I don't quite feel anything?" You questioned, trying to clench around the thing penetrating your hole. Seungmin hummed, easing his middle finger and curling it against the squishy walls of your cunt. You furrowed your eyebrows, "That feels good," you said, melting under his ministrations.

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The office door swung open, and two doctors walked in. You instantly closed your legs, your heart pounding in your chest. Seungmin sighed, adjusting his glasses, "Doctor Han, Doctor Seo. What may be the problem?" he asked crossing his arms. Jisung walked up to you, and he ran his fingers through your hair, "Nurse Bang said you had a pretty patient," he said cooing at the fear in your eyes. Changbin nodded, putting on his gloves, "Doctor Han meant to say that you might need a little assistance," he said, patting your knee and placing your legs back in their original position. Jisung kissed your forehead, "If you need your safeword we'll stop immediately, princess," he reassured, worried you were actually scared. You exhaled shakily, remembering you were in a scene, "I will," you said, reassuring them before starting. Seungmin chuckled, spreading your legs further, "Now let's try to loosen up your tight hole, hm?" he said, easing his fingers back up your canal.

Changbin hissed, thrusting his cock within your fist, "Good girl, fuck your hand feels so good," he grunted, tossing his head back as you rubbed between his slit. Jisung hooked his arm around Seungmin's shoulder, "I'm so fucking close, Min. Are you?" he asked, pounding your cunt alternately with Seungmin's thrusts. "Yeah, hah, ah," Seungmin moaned, his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. Jisung groaned, as he pressed the base of your tummy with his other hand, "Fuck!" he cried out, flooding your warm ribbed wall with his orgasm. Seungmin growled, his cock enveloped in Jisung's hot load and your fluttering walls, "Cumming, hah," he gasped, ejaculating right after.

Changbin's thighs quivered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he babbled, squirts of white landing on your face and chest. You whined, clenching hard around their sensitive cock, "I haven't cum," you sulked, glaring at them through hooded eyes. Jisung chuckled, turning on a vibrator and placing it directly against your puffy clit, "Come on, princess. Gush around our messy cocks. Drip everywhere," he said, lazily thrusting his cock in and out of your pulsing walls. Seungmin groaned, leaning his head against Jisung's shoulder, "Hah, yes. Please cum for us, puppy" he said, drool dripping down the sides of his lips. You arched your back, eyes rolling back at the intensity of the vibrator stimulating your swollen puffy clit, "Hah, ah, hah!" you cried out, clenching hard enough to force their cocks out for your cunt as you came. The edge of the bed was slicked with orgasms and arousal. The floor was messy with sticky cum.

Chan walked in with a mop, "Did you have fun, baby girl?" he asked, chucking softly at the dopey clear smile on your face. You kissed Changbin's cockhead, "Ahm, lots of fun," you said, catching your breath

[blueberrybeomgyu]

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+*:🌟:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni, pillow humping, mentions of pegging, humiliation kink??, accidental voyeurism methinks / masterlist

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bsf!jaehyun who acts so normal in your face but the second you leave his apartment, he's fucking into his pillow, hips rocking desperately as images of you flick through his mind.

you came over to hang out wearing the prettiest blue sweater jaehyun has ever seen, the periwinkle looked so pretty against your skin, and it was lowcut and a little too big for you, so whenever you'd bend over--

jaehyun's skin is on fire just thinking about it, humping his pillow mindlessly, letting his noises fall out of his mouth freely since he's alone, babbling a mess of "it feels so good, need you so bad," and when the corner of the pillow catches on his opening, the friction is so good through his boxers, and he's immediately wondering if you'd ever peg him, fuck him brainless

or is that's too weird for you? but he's thinking about it now, wants it so bad, his skin runs hot with shame, and he's crying out filthy words, moaning out your name as his orgasm washes over him, intense and mind-numbing

and you stand in the middle of his living room in shock, you'd left your phone charger, you were just coming back to get it. jaehyun never locks his fucking door, so when you walk in and are greeted with him moaning your name pathetically, you can't help but listen. when he reaches his peak, clarity washes over you, and you tip toe out of his house as quietly as you can, trying to figure out what you're going to do with this information.

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