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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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can i please request mr and mrs jeong having a fight as mrs jeong was preoccupied and is BUSY with works leaving mr jeong wanting just a piece of time and attention from his wife—it starts with them having a big full on yelling fight (and maybe ending it with soft or angry sex AND ofc aftercare)

[6:39pm]

genre: fluff, smut and angst.

warnings: arguing, drinking, unprotected sex, clit-play, nipple play, kissing, vanilla sex and aftercare.

“i— yes, i understand.” you sigh, kicking open the door and balancing the stacks of papers on your chest. “okay— right now, i will have to call you back. and, yes. i will look over your case, mr fiddle.” you hang up with a groan before falling onto the ground.

“h—honey?” jaehyun hurries towards you seeing you attempting to stack up the folders. “are you okay?” he gets on his knees and helps you up. “i’m fine—?” before you can even finish your sentence, your phone rings.

jaehyun hands you your phone and you thank him. “hello?” you answer, sticking your phone between your shoulder and ear. “y—yes, mrs ivy. i understand.. yes, the divorce papers are being printed at this very moment.”

jaehyun stands up with the stacks of folders. “kitchen, please,” you whisper and he leads the way. “no, my.. my office is closed and it will not be opened until— mrs ivy?” you sigh and stare down at your phone to see it blank.

“you hungry, baby?” jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist and you turn. “very,” you bring your arms around his neck. “haven’t eaten all day because of all these non-stop calls—?” with a groan, you drop your head onto jaehyuns chest.

“don’t answer it, baby.” you shake your head and pry yourself away from him. “i have to, unless you want me jobless.” you swipe your phone off the counter before answering.

“hello, this is jeong y/n?” you walk away from jaehyun. “yes, i am fully aware of that. no, court is at 9AM tomorrow morning. yes.. okay, will do. i’ll have to run back to my office and get your file— sure thing, mr mendler.” you toss your phone on the counter.

jaehyun leans against the counter. “so, what would you like for dinner—?” you shake your head with a groan. “no, it’s fine, hon. i’ll just pick up some chicken before coming back—?” he turns and tilts his head to you. “before coming back? where are you going?”

“didn’t you hear while—?” you sigh and ruffle your hair. “i have to run back to my office so i can pick up a clients file. he has court tomorrow and i need his file.” jaehyun frowns a bit. “do you have to?” you cup his face. “yes, i have to. itll be quick, i promise.” you pat around you.

“have you seen my keys?” you ask him and he cups your face this time. “baby, you’ve been working and working and.. working. let’s have some wine and let’s relax, yeah?” you remove his hands and you exhale.

“honey, i do not have time for relaxing. i am working several cases right now and relaxing is not on my list at the moment. so, if i can make it to the office quicker and get the file, it’ll be quicker for me to get home!”

jaehyuns confused by your sudden eruption. “honey..” he goes to cup your face but you back up. “with having to take care of two fucking kids and, and all these damn cases is just so much fucking stress.” you slam your hand down on the counter.

“wait, two kids?” jaehyun questions. “yes! you and hannie!” he wants to smile at your words but it was a serious topic. “all this stress piling up, day by day by day! urgh, i need a fucking break!”

your eyes lower down to jaehyuns fingers, patiently tapping on the counter. “me going to get my clients files would be a great opportunity for me to get some fresh air. is that okay or should i just take a chill-pill and relax?” jaehyun nods.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. you’ve been under a lot of stress and a lot of pressure. and, i’m sorry for adding more stress onto your plate.” his voice was so gentle, even after your bitchy fit.

“thank you,” you inhale slowly before exhaling. “i’ll be back in twenty. i love you.” you turn and exit the kitchen. “i love you!” jaehyun shouts before hearing your keys jingle and the door slam.

jaehyun wakes up to his phone going off. “hello?” he croaky voice answers. “hi, is this hubby dummy?” he chuckles at the nickname and sighs. “yes, this is him. who is this?” jaehyun rubs his eyes and looks at the clock on your nightstand.

jaehyuns eyes widen at the time; 3:33AM. “i’m darren paul, a bartender from the neo nights bar— i’m calling about your wife. she’s drunk and she asked me to call you.” he sighs and climbs out of bed. “alright, you tell my girl that i’ll be there, okay?” he turns on the lamp on his nightstand. “yes, sir.” the line goes dead.

several minutes later and you’re stumbling out of the car while jaehyun unclips his daughter out of her carseat. “i’m fine, baby.” you mumble, stumbling into the house. “no, you clearly aren’t.” he kicks off his shoes and brings hannie upstairs.

“jae,” you call out. “jae?” you raise your voice. “jae?!” you were starting to get impatient with his no response. “what, baby? i’m right here, i was putting hannie down.” jaehyuns rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

jaehyun walks into a quiet kitchen. you were staring at him, blankly. “what a sexy man i married.” you whisper and sit up. “those.. sexy arms.. that sexy face.. mmm, mama likes.” you bite your lip and walk towards him.

“baby, you’re drunk and tired. let’s go to bed, yeah?” you shake your head at his suggestion. “how about.. we have a little time to ourselves.. on the counter?” he seemed displeased at your suggestion and the sultry tone.

you wrap your hands around his nape and you jump without warning causing you and jaehyun to fall. “aw, shit.” you mewl, covering your face in embarrassment. “my god, baby. are you okay?” you shake your head and sigh. “i’m.. alright—?” you go to bring your hands up to his nape again, only to hear him groan in pain.

“ssshhhhit,” jaehyun buries his face in your neck and cries out in pain. “what— what happened? did i do something?” you feel him lifting his weight off you before helping you up.

“you stabbed me in the eye with your fingers.” he holds his eyes. “oh, my! i’m sorry, does it hurt—?” he sighs and rubs his eye. “i’m fine, but are you okay? you took a hard fall?” he rubs your back. “i’m fine but, your eye?” he shakes his head.

jaehyun grabs your wrists and kisses your hands. “i’m fine, baby. but, what were you even trying to do?” you chew the inside of your cheek, too embarrassed to admit what you even attempted two minutes ago.

“i was.. trying to be sexy.” you look down. “sexy?” your head quickly jerks up at his tone. “wha—? yes, i was trying to be sexy! but, clearly it didn’t work so, now i’m embarrassed.” you could see a small grin slowly grow on jaehyuns lips. “aww, baby. don’t be.” he cups your face.

you look up into his eyes. “you were being sexy. very, sexy.” he interlaces his fingers around your nape. “or at least, i found you sexy.” you look down at his lips as he leans forward. “meanie.” you mumble before he presses his lips onto yours.

jaehyun lifts you off the counter and lifts up your dress, slipping it over your ass. “it is way to early for this.” jaehyun says, pulling away with his forehead attached to yours.

jaehyun pulls off the string clothing just above your thighs before he tilts you back with your legs up and on his shoulder. your hand grips on the counter as he undoes his sweats and pushes down his sweats and briefs.

you give a look at jaehyun who jerks himself while staring you down with a smirk. you and jaehyun both let out an extended groan when he slips in.

he brings his hand up and slams it down, delivering a rough smack to your ass cheek. you yelp and jerk at the burning feeling spreading all over your ass.

jaehyun thrusts making you shake with his thrusts. he reaches forward and pulls on your top, making your breasts spill out. “ooohh, fuck.” he hisses with a nose scrunch as he grabs your bouncing tits and gives them a hard squeeze.

“s—s—top..” you whine, failing to hold his wrist and holding your weight. “aww, does my baby not like to be teased?” all of a sudden, you’re yelping as he pinches and pulls on your nipple.

jaehyun pounds his hips, letting his hips smack against your thighs. “you’ve been so stressed, haven’t you?” he coos, slipping in his thumb onto your tongue. you nod while sucking on his thumb pad and humming around it.

the wetness of your wet folds squelching around his dick as he repeatedly thrusts into you. his groans and your moans bouncing off the thick walls of the kitchen.

“what a good pussy.” jaehyun tilts his head and uses his thumb to rub your clit. “j—jae!” you whine, biting down on your bottom lip and tossing your head back.

jaehyun reaches forward and tilts your chin up. “can you be a good girl and cum for me?” you nod and he rubs your bottom lip with a tut. “good,” he removes his hand from your face and continuously pistols his hips into yours.

jaehyun knew how to make you feel good. you and him have been married for almost a decade. jaehyun was your first everything.

“j—?!” you grasp onto his hand and he nods, purring to you. you moan and fall on your back as your orgasm hits you hard.

but jaehyun doesn’t stop. instead, he continues thrusting and continues to chase his own orgasm. “oh, baby,” he pants, grabbing your thighs more. “you feel.. so.. so good.” he grunts, leaning his sweaty forehead against your legs.

“baby.. baby..” he pants and cries out before your thighs clamp as his hot cum shoots into you. jaehyuns hips stutter as he slams them several times before stopping.

“shower?” jaehyun suggests and you nod.

jaehyun lifts you off the counter and carries you upstairs to the bathroom. “do you want to take a bubble bath or do you want to take a shower?” he asks, holding onto the faucet. “a shower,” jaehyun opens the shower door and then twists the knob until water squirts out of the shower head.

jaehyun lifts you off the counter and brings you into the shower. “can you hold me?” he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and tucks his chin on your shoulder. “i’m so.. exhausted.” you sigh, leaning your head back into his cheek.

“i’m know, baby. i know.” he reaches over and pumps some of your body wash into his palm before rubbing it all over your body and getting it bubbly.

he rubs your neck and it causes you to moan out. your neck and shoulders were so sore from carrying so many files. jaehyun clears his throat and pauses his rubbing before moving to your shoulders.

you moan, again. jaehyun slightly pulls closer to you and you glance back. “please take care of it?” you sigh, voice slightly whiney. “i know, i’m sorry.” jaehyuns boner poking you right on the ass.

after the shower, jaehyun helps you into the room and jnto some fresh clothes; his shirt and his shorts. he applies on some peach mango lotion before putting you to bed.

“i’m sorry for telling you to relax, earlier. i know you’ve been under a lot of stress but, i just wanted to spend time with my wife, y’know? i’ve been missing you. hannie does too.” you cuddle more into his warmth and chest. “thank you. and, i’m sorry for yelling. i shouldn’t have. it was immature of me to. i love you.”

jaehyun was always the first to apologize and you appreciated that. you were too hard to stay away from and jaehyun couldn’t stand a chance being away from you.

“ah, honey. i love you more.” he litters your forehead with a kiss and sighs.

no, you loved each other equally.

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pliablehead · 2 months

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i asked @hellkitepriest their top 5 jonathan higgs vocals and now I've been asked to reciprocate and of course I will

leave the engine room. i. you're speaking to tumblr user (and twitter and geniuslyrics and twitch.tv and--) pliablehead, and this song is so stupidly important to my whole. T h i n g, and jon's vocal on it, specifically the original vanilla man alive album version, is 99% why. if I'm ever not deeply and cripplingly obsessed with the stupid artful nuance and deliberate decisions he makes flipping back and forth between chest voice and head voice/falsetto on this track then you will know it is because I have been taken over by body snatchers. (he doesn't quiiitte do it like this anymore though because he's a Different Performer Now and i respect that things have changed and i'm alo--) but like any and every version that exists he sings "walking hope" slightly differently and every single time it makes me want to SCREAM

good shot good soldier!!!!!!!!!!! here's a certified Pli Hot Take is that I think AFD is the album on which his vocals sound the most beautiful and exquisite as a whole. idk what was cooking in the studio but just every track hits so good, and good shot....... the bit where the music drops out and it's Just Him Singing and he's just SOARING up there.... put me in the ground . i have a video of him doing this Live In Front Of My Face and I still get chills watching it aaaaaaAAAAA

on that note: i'm also going to pick Desire. I think, of his Big Loud Yelling Songs, in his classic jonathan milieu of "i'm going to sing as high and loud as i possibly can because I think it sounds fucking cool," that Desire like,, exemplifies the successful execution of that as a concept. and he sounds so fucking good and I love the shit out of it. and obviously it's not sustainable at length live, and i definitely never saw him do it live as well as he hits it on the album in the 3 afd tour shows i caught, but man. can I tELL YOU THAT I'M EEEMMMPTTYYYYY

what C said about software greatman is genuinely how I Also Feel about software greatman it's just such a fucking good tune and all the choices he's making are so good and it does feel like a bit disingenuous because a lot of what Makes It is the production side but it's also. fucking good. as much as I think AFD wins best overall there are some CHOICE little moments scattered all across RDF that are stellar on their ownnnn and if jennifer on the album hit half as hard as jennifer live does it would be appearing on this list as well for sure

i have sooooaur many more that i could pick....,oughhh i'm so vocalist-pilled.....,,, ok can I give 5th place to a tie between your money my summer (Current Jon Vocal Decisions Era and it's soooo fucking stupid and sexy good live i encourage you to find legit any live version he does some truly heinous things) and the No.6 orchestral version of The Mariana because there is literally nothing so fucking satisfying as Jonathan Higgs reaching out for an extraordinary high note and just absolutely sticking the landing as if it's nothing. my dude. never imply that you're not actually a good singer ever again or I'll kill you <3

#honorable mention supernormal bc i think it hits the exact midpoint btwn desire (loud powerful insane) + ymms (aggressive and lowkey horny)#but it's slightly below both for having to split the diff #but like. SO fucking satisfying to sing and everything he's doing is exactly right #AND ALSO I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH: JENNIFER LIVE WITH THE SNARLY RESOLUTION TO THE MIDDLE EIGHT IT'S FUCKING CRUCIALLLL #i'm such a pitiful wet beast I could literally adulate on this topic for hours goodbye #e e #hellkitepriest #this has been a post #it sure has.#hashtag tumblr user pliable head

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harrowedsoup · 10 months

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Bestie you don’t have to like cocks but you can also just keep your mouth shut no one wants to know or cares about your sexual preferences except you and your sexual partner hope this helps 🥰🥰

I know that I said I wasn’t going to post mean anons but I find it hilarious that you are going to come on Tumblr, the never shut up website, and tell me to shut up on my own blog lmao

Fuck you. Here are some of my sexual preferences since you’re a loser that can’t handle people liking things that are different than you apparently:

I prefer pussy to cock.

I prefer not to be penetrated during sex.

I prefer that my sexual partner be bigger than me.

I prefer butch women over hyper feminine

And once again: if you feel like any of the above somehow means that I don’t respect someone because I might not want to fuck them, then please unfollow me or like. At least take a MASSIVE chill pill. I swear my sexual preferences have no impact on you any more than my preference for vanilla cake over chocolate.

#it’s also hilarious that this anon says that no one wants to know or cares #sir this is the over share website #just because I haven’t over shared on THIS side blog doesn’t mean I give a shit if anyone cares #tumblr is just my personal journal #if people like what’s there that’s cool #if no one cares that’s alright too #I’m not even staying dicks are gross! because saying that is actually harmful and rude #not sure what’s not clicking here

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4artworks · 1 year

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Unwind and Refresh: The Perfect Home Decor with Lip Art Mirrors and Chill Pill Vibes

Finding time to unwind and reduce stress has never been more important in today's fast-paced world. We should treat our homes as a haven from the stresses of everyday life where we can unwind and find peace. In this blog post, we will discuss how to create a space that is both visually appealing and mentally calming by incorporating lip art mirrors into your home decor and by adopting a chill pill mentality.

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How to Incorporate Lip Art Mirrors and Chill Pill Vibes into Your Home

To infuse your home with lip art mirrors and a chill pill mentality, consider the following tips:

1. Choose the Perfect Lip Art Mirror: Select a lip art mirror that resonates with your style and complements your existing decor. Opt for bold or subtle lips art designs, depending on the ambiance you wish to create.

2. Placement Ideas: Strategically place your lip art mirror in a prominent location, such as the entryway, living room, or bedroom. This will maximize its visual impact and serve as a statement piece that sets the tone for relaxation.

3. Complementing Decor: Create a cohesive and soothing atmosphere by incorporating calming colors and textures throughout your space. Soft pastels, natural materials, and plush textiles can all contribute to a relaxing environment.

Conclusion

Incorporating lip art mirrors and adopting a chill pill mentality can transform your home into a haven of relaxation and tranquility. By curating a space that promotes stress reduction and fosters well-being, you'll create an environment that supports your mental and emotional health. So, take a deep breath, embrace lip-inspired decor, and enjoy the soothing sanctuary you've created within your own four walls.

#art #lips art #chill pill

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sugar-rune-incorrect-quotes · 3 years

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Chocola and Duke are at a restaurant.

Chocola: Y'know, we should really get to know Vanilla better. She seems really nice.

Duke: You're right-kero. She's really kind and never loses her temper-kero...

Vanilla arrives, angry, with a tray of food

Vanilla: What are you guys doing here?! Are you trying to get me fired?! Thanks a lot, here, have some ketchup!

She squeezes the ketchup bottle aggressively

Duke: Sorry... we didn't know you worked here-kero...

#sugar sugar rune #take a chill pill vanilla #source: Yugioh Duel Monsters

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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— sick day

ally sickfic requested by anon

summary: ally takes care of you when you wake up sick one morning

pairing: ally mayfair-richards x reader

word count: 1300

warning: medicine and dizziness

You've been up long enough to see the dark sky turn into an orange sunrise. Tossing and turning the best you could in Ally's strong arms. Her own body heat only enabled more sweat to build up behind your neck, and for your body to feel like it was on fire. But there was still a chill that ran throughout you, the only thing keeping you from getting up and taking a cold shower.

Ally began to stir, and you knew she eventually would from instinct. She didn't need an alarm to wake herself up. Her body was just so used to the routine.

Before you knew it, she started to kiss your jawline, unaware that you've already woken -and have been awake for hours now.

You groaned and could feel the sore feeling in your throat. From the moment you woke up, you knew you came down with something. You were just too comfortable to get up and take medicine. And your body was beginning to ache and feel sore on top of that.

"Baby, it's time to get up" She said. You couldn’t distinguish if it was your fever or being flustered by Ally's morning voice, that made your cheek heat up. You figured it was both.

"You get up. I'm gonna sleep" you muttered into Ally's hair but quickly moved your face when realized that you didn't want to risk the chance of sneezing on her.

"It's Friday. You have work, sweetheart."

"I'm aware."

She sighed and got up. She walked over to the window and opened the blinds. Never in your life had you been more angry to see sunlight. It distressed your already pounding eyes.

You whined and put Ally's pillow over your head. Your nose was so stuffed up so much that you couldn't even smell Ally's scent.

"Come on drama queen. What is your problem today?" She jumped back on the bed and straddled your waist. When she pulled the pillow off of you, she could see how truly drained and sick you looked.

"Oh my love. Do you feel alright?" She asked and placed the back of her hand against your forehead. She almost gasped at your temperature.

"No. I feel so sick, Ally" you began to cry. And really, you felt childish for crying over being sick but in the moment, you didn't care. You just wanted Ally to hold you like you were a child.

"What hurts honey?" She frowned. She couldn't handle seeing you so down. "My throat. My eyes. My nose is stuffed. My ears kinda hurt too. And my body is so sore."

"Oh my poor girl. You might have come down with a cold. I'm going to get you some medicine. Stay right here." You weren't planning on going anywhere anyways. And you would've teased Ally for that but you had absolutely no energy.

Moments later, Ally came back from the bathroom with a small pill and cup of water in her hand. She encouraged you to sit up, but you refused, so she gave up. Normally. you could easily take a pill if you had to. Right now, it felt like you were swallowing big, sharp rocks.

"Sweetheart, I have to bring Oz to school. I want you to lay in bed and rest. I'll be back within twenty minutes, alright?"

You nodded and she walked back over to the windows to shut the blinds finally. "I love you, baby. Just call me if you need me but i'll be right back."

"Okay, Ally. Love you too." Despite your throat, you chuckled at how worried she got. Sure, you wanted to just be held by Ally, but you would be perfectly fine for twenty minutes on your own.

She came over to kiss your forehead and then left.

You were asleep for the entirety that Ally was gone and then you woke up when you felt her running her fingers through your hair. "Hi pretty girl" she whispered "I got you some ice cream for your throat."

You turned around and saw her smiling down at you. You looked at her through half opened eyelids and gave a weak smile. "It's vanilla."

"I love you. You are amazing" you said and nuzzled your head into Ally's lap. You really wanted that ice cream but getting up to eat it felt nearly impossible.

Ally figured this out quickly and sat up against the headboard. "Come here baby." She grabbed you and placed you between her legs. You laid your head back on her chest and began to eat the ice cream that relieved a lot of the soreness in your throat.

"Oz is going to his friends house right after school and sleeping over so I have all the time to take care of you." You smiled. You loved Oz but it was nice to have alone time with Ally. You didn't have that often, and now that you got it, you of course had to be sick.

"Now you're stuck with me" she teased.

"Lucky me" you tried to sound flirtatious, but she laughed at your failed attempt.

A pint of ice cream and a few coughing fits later and you were half asleep on Ally. She couldn’t stand hearing you cough like you've been smoking your entire life. She wasn't annoyed, she just didn't like knowing that you were in so much pain and uncomfort.

"Let me put some vapor rub on you, honey. It'll help with your cough." You hummed, agreeing, but you weren’t sure that she could hear you.

She got up anyways, and came back a minute later with the container in her hand. You were laying on the unmade bed like a dead body. "Can I take your shirt off, baby?"

You nodded slowly, not because you were unsure, but because your neck hurt too much to move.

She helped you out of your shirt, with no help from you, and scooped some of the vapor rub onto her fingers before gently rubbing it on your chest. At first, you wanted to push her away; it was too cold, but you quickly got used to it.

You're eyes were closed because you couldn’t lie, Ally rubbing the vapor rub on your chest was really starting to soothe you. But when you noticed she stopped and was staring down at you, you opened your eyes.

She was smiling with her tongue between her teeth. That smiling always got you, she knew it too. "What?" You said, trying to hide your own dopey smiling. "You just look really cute with your red nose."

"Allyyyy" you whined "I probably look like a mess right now."

"A cute mess" she leaned down and kissed your nose but you shooed her away "you'll get sick."

"That's okay. You'll just have to take care of me baby."

You feel asleep in Ally's arms and woke up a few hours later feeling no better. Your fever was high and with your shirt discarded, you were sweating and freezing over and over again.

You tried to sit up but groaned at the aching feeling in your back.

"Your back?" Ally asked, and you hummed. "Let me give you massage."

You flopped your body onto your stomach. Giving each other back massages was like a love language for you both. It was one of your favorite things.

Ally straddled your back and pressed her hands against the aching muscles on your back. You let out a soft sigh as she started to rub her hands against your back. “Does that feel nice, honey?” She asked. You nodded your head against the pillow, too content -and too sick- to verbally respond.

When she was done a few minutes later, you rolled back onto your back and looked up at Ally. “Thank you for taking care of me, baby” you said with a raspy voice.

“Of course, sweetheart” she leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Now how about I go run you a hot bath?”

Once again, you nodded and smiled as you watched her walk off into the bathroom. You hated being sick, but Ally made it kind of nice.

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jaeminlore · 2 years

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tlc | mark lee

[mark takes care of u when ur sick. roommate au. pure fluff. alt version on ao3 is also mine]

So, you’re sick. It’s just a small bug, nothing you can’t handle. Sure, you can’t keep food down and you’ve got this chill you can’t shake, but you’re not dying or anything. This is the disclaimer you gave to your worrywart of a roommate, Mark, when you had asked him to bring home some plain crackers and gatorade.

You’re sitting on the couch during sundown. The house is clean, save for the plastic bag of used tissues leaning against the couch. There’s a documentary about some obscure cult in the sixties on the television, and you’re wrapped up in your most comforting blanket. It happens to be Mark’s, taken from his room. The weight of it feels like a hug, and it smells of him, like that vanilla lotion his mom ingrained into his head to use after showering.

With the volume of the television, you barely hear Mark walk through the door. When he sets a takeout bag onto the coffee table, you finally look up, “Oh hey, Mark. What’d you get?”

“I got you soup, Dork,” Mark says. He sits on the table, long legs causing his knees to brush against the edge of the couch and subsequently, your sock-covered toes. When you look at him, you realize he’s pouting. “You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It isn’t,” you assure him, but you follow it with a cough to your elbow. You wonder what you look like to make him think it’s worse than it is. “I’m fine.”

“You’re sweating.”

“But I’m cold.”

Mark hums. His cheeks and nose are rosy from the winter air, which makes him look even more adorable than usual. “Tell you what: eat your soup before it gets cold. I’m gonna go set up the bathroom and run a bath. I’ll put some salts and oils in there that are good for congestion, and when you’re ready you can come warm up. Maybe it’ll draw the fever out.”

“I don’t have a fever,” you argue.

Mark opens the soup container and hands it to you, along with a spoon. “Whatever you say.”

You try to take your time with the soup, but it takes you a little less than ten minutes to drain the bowl. You're left with a weight in your stomach that chases away the nausea you’ve been feeling all day. You dump the bowl in the sink and head into the bathroom.

Mark had grabbed a pair of your comfiest pajamas and underwear, and set them on the sink counter along with a fluffy towel. The overhead light is off, replaced with a lavender scented candle on the rim of the bathtub. The water is practically steaming, and he’s set up one of those bath pillows so your neck won’t get tired. You’re so thankful the two of you ordered that thing one drunken night.

“Don’t undress yet,” he calls from down the hall. He comes in with his tablet and hands it to you, along with the stand he usually uses when he wants to watch videos. “You can finish your documentary on here!”

Thank God for shared accounts, because Mark sets the tablet up so that it’s right where you paused it in the living room. You watch him work, fiddling with the buttons and fitting the stand on the closed toilet so that it won’t fall into the tub. With fondness, you realize he hasn’t even shed his coat yet, his only goal to make you feel better. He’s often doing that: sacrificing his needs for yours.

And it warms you from your head to your toes. Even more so than the fever, you’re dizzy with the realization that Mark loves you, in whatever way that may be, enough to do all of this for you. You want to repay him, but it will have to wait until you get your energy back.

You do what you can, though. When he stands up, you hug him tight, loving the small sound of surprise that escapes him.

Mark turned down your blankets while you were in the bath. There’s a bottle of water on your bedside table and two small pill capsules. You take them, thankful he didn’t get the liquid medicine your mom used to make you drink. You end up draining the water bottle, not realizing how thirsty you were.

You’re almost ready for bed when you realize you still have his tablet, so you make your way across the hall and knock on his door. A sudden shyness overcomes you and has you averting your eyes when he opens the door, finally dressed for his own comfort. “Here’s your tablet back. Thanks for taking care of me, Mark.”

“Always.” Mark isn’t smiling like usual. He’s got this sincere look on his face, furrowed brows and straight mouth, just daring you to defy his gestures of love. “I’m always here for you. You know that.”

“Of course I do,” you assure him with your own look of surety. Some voice in the back of your head is calling it love.

He leans down to kiss your head. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll keep my ringer on in case you need me.”

“Goodnight, Mark.”

“Goodnight, Dork.”

#lol #mark fluff #mark blurb #destwrites

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whorror-ghoul · 3 years

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Papa sweet tooth hcs!

Primo has a moderate sweet tooth, but dislikes processed sugar? He'll drink tea and coffee without sugar, but loves fruit. If he does go for something that's more traditionally sweet, it's usually tempered by a very earthy or savory flavor. He's picky about it, but loves good salted caramel. Loves a good fruit tart with a cup of tea.

Secundo doesn't have a big sweet tooth, but is a sucker for cakes and pastries. To him, nothing beats a good pastry with a cup of black coffee. He has to fight Terzo off of his chocolate croissants and loves custard kuchen, but has a massive soft spot for American style birthday cake. Specifically the type with the rainbow sprinkles baked in.

Terzo fucking loves chocolate. He's like that one dude from SpongeBob. It's less of a matter of how big his sweet tooth is and more of the fact that chocolate just ceases to exist when it is nearby him. The only chocolate he'll ever turn down is Hershey's and that's bc he thinks they taste a little puke-y. He regularly makes himself sick eating nutella straight from the jar. He also loves chilled desserts. He has a soft spot for gelato and those South Asian jelly desserts.

Copia has a massive sweet tooth and, true to form, loves cheese and milk based desserts. He may be lactose intolerant, but that's not gonna stop him. That man takes so many lactose pills Dulce de leche, cheesecake, cream cheese pastries, and everything in between. He also likes lighter flavors like vanilla and lemon. He had lemon bars once and fell in love.

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #papa Emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #ghost headcanons

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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Steamy Waters — Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (nicknamed Lace)

Wordcount: 7.6k ( mostly edited✌️)

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, slightest angst, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+ (As usual, I know)

Hello baby bears! Welcome to Taehyung’s Steamy Waters. I must admit this episode is going to be a lot steamier than planned, but I cannot lament. Recently we celebrated Taehyung’s birthday, so I thought I could add a little extra as a late celebration.

There’s not much plot, honestly. Tae and Lace are bathing together in true Kim Taehyung fashion when the intrusive presence of mirrors on every bathroom wall makes it hard not to stare at each other. And when wandering hands — and wandering feet... and wandering mouths — start wandering too much the temperature in the room becomes too hot to handle. Chaos ensues. Especially when Taehyung is... at her service.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing. Wine drinking. Humping, bathtub sex, unprotected sex within an established relationship (don’t make me tell again that you and your partner(s) should be clean before going condomless); massage, slight footjob; oral fixation (not only in terms of oral sex, both male and female receiving btw) but also foot worship, breast worship, body shot, face riding (male receiving), cum eating; spanking, one (1) pussy spank; masturbation (female receiving), also anal fingering (external stimulation only); maid!Taehyung, switch!Taehyung, hard dom!Taehyung, big dick!Taehyung, soft domme!reader, very sub!reader; hair pulling/grabbing; choking kink, degradation kink, overstimulation, squirting, sensory blackout. Taehyung uses a safeword (yellow); did I mention that MIRRORS ARE BACK BUT THIS TIME IT’S WORSE? And if you didn’t guess VOYEURISM 24 out of 10. Also, the softest aftercare and mentions of sleeping pills to help reader relax after... ahem... all of those. Things. In the trigger warnings.

In case you need my masterlist, here it is :)

Enjoy! 💜✨

A jazz piece was playing on the modern gramophone in a corner of the bathroom, somewhere far from the tub, where you and Taehyung would most likely make a splash and quite surely ruin the device.

Taehyung was laying at the opposite side of the tub, head thrown back as your foot rubbed his thigh.

You were pretty chill yourself, arms pressed against the edge of the tub, keeping you from relaxing too much and going under.

“Baths are magic.” You murmured, your toes meeting his hip before sliding back down again.

He hummed in confirmation. “The only problem is with washing one’s hair. It’s so uncomfortable.” He caught your foot underwater, his thumbs digging in the few knots you felt there. If the bath was magic, his hands were miraculous.

You felt your whole body melt and slide half an inch lower, your self restraint too weak to stop you from moaning.

Taehyung smiled fondly and sensuously. “You like it there?” He asked, his fingers moving to the heel, pressing against all those spots he knew from his acupressure appointments.

Your whole leg went insensitive in a very pleasing way. “Yes, you like it, dove.” He said, grinning and moving to your calf, specifically to the spot where the muscle met the bone near your ankle.

“Don’t want your ankles to swell.” He said, pushing your foot into slow, articulate circles.

Your soul definitively abandoned your body.

“We’ll put ice packs on these bad girls as soon as you’re out of the tub.” He said.

“It’s not that bad.” You said, just as he drew two parallel lines with his thumbs digging into your muscle reaching the back of your knee.

You had to grip the rim of tub to keep yourself from end up with your head underwater.

“It is that bad.” He said, rubbing small circles and making sure that all the exertion was magically sucked out of you. “No need to lie to me.” He said, looking at you with his dark eyes, his hair all curled up due to the steam coming from the water and filling the air. His own foot ran down your inner thigh, the sole of his foot ghosting over your pelvis.

There were too many reflective surfaces all over the bathroom.

Angles of him appeared everywhere. Specifically when he lifted your leg and placed a kiss to the upper arch of your foot.

“Shall I move to the other leg?” He asked, lowering your calf back in the water.

You nodded, trying to scoot your hips forward, against his heel.

“Feeling needy?” He asked, as his fingers repeated the procedure he had performed before on your other leg.

“So much.” You replied, using your freshly rejuvenated foot to tease his erection. His massage had activated nerve endings that had probably never really been there before he touched you.

“Let’s finish this leg then,” he said, as he kept pushing your ankle in wide circles.

“Tae,” you called, just as he moaned, your toes tickling his belly while the ball of your foot, way fleshier, teased his head.

“I never thought I could like this.” He said with a small surprised smile before he threw his head back, the cords of his neck tensing, the veins throbbing so clearly under the complicated game of shadows originated by the soft lights in the bathroom.

You loved his bathroom. It was soothing, with all the dark hues and the orangey lights.

His hands stopped for a second. “You’re distracting me.” He said.

“I wanted to treat you nice. For your birthday.” You replied. “I still can’t believe we went vanilla on your birthday night.” You said, still teasing him, hoping you could have him speaking in that soft, deep, dreamy voice he has whenever you’re getting him in the mood.

“It was good vanilla though.” He commented, his hips jerking forward with a small grunt before he felt his spine turn into putty.

“Very good vanilla.” You said, removing his leg from between yours, deciding to be generous and focus on him.

“Still, I owe you birthday sex.” You said, noticing his slow chuckle as you made him part his legs wide.

“Come here.” He said, removing the drain stopper with his fingers and bringing his hand between his legs as you bent your legs underneath your torso and crawled to him, straddling him and grinding your pelvis against his. “This is way better.” He purred, one of his hands keeping him upright while the other one landed on your ass. “You’re so soft.” He said, pushing his crotch up and against you. “I could just...” Once the water was low enough that his cock emerged freely from the surface, he put the drain stopper back in place, taking in your lustful expression as you ground on him.

“I think you’re the one who wants birthday sex.” Taehyung said, grabbing your hips and squishing the skin there.

His touch was always something that set you on fire. Ever since the first time, since your very first touch, he had completely possessed your entire being. Whenever his body connected with yours it felt like your skin and his were ready to part and like the raw extremities of a wound, and heal together, his blood vessels becoming yours, or maybe yours becoming his, until there was no distinction anymore. It was the exact opposite of that kind of surgery performed to separate conjoined twins.

And no surgery, no cutting was necessary. It was just. Preternatural. And so, so natural at the same time.

“Do you need me to stretch you?” He asked, his thumb massaging your clit.

One more bridge between you and him.

“I can take you. I’m so turned on.” You said, bending to kiss his neck and drink the small droplets of water glistening there.

“Was it the massage?” He asked, rolling his head back, offering you even more skin to kiss.

“I don’t know,” you said, licking him. Meanwhile you started noticing it wasn’t water, but rather your own slick making you slide on him.

Water was too unreliable, it would leave you dry and make the whole experience traumatic; especially, considering his size, both in length and girth.

“We can act like it’s your birthday.” He said, kissing a soft spot under your jaw. “Have an early birthday for my Nymphette.” He said, this time nibbling against the sweet spot on your neck.

You chuckled and brought your hands down his chest, scratching his stomach gently and playfully pinching the soft flesh of his belly. You loved him being so lithe and at the same time a bit fluffy in such an adorable spot. It made you think of childhood games, like blowing raspberries of his sensitive tummy. It always makes him so happy that his eyes spark up with pure, innocent joy, his mop of hair immediately coming for your neck and bosom, where he nuzzles in to tickle you before rubbing his face against your breasts like a cuddle some cat.

Once your face parted from his neck and chest, he cupped your face, holding you still. “I love you.” He said, staring in your eyes. And it felt so simple: no big statements, no poetic words, no useless rethorics. “I love you.” He repeated.

You mirrored his hold on you, placing both hands on his cheeks and rubbing your thumb against his divine features. “I love you.”

It holds more meaning than you could ever explain. The obliterating need in both your eyes and his, the urgency and the fondness. You felt like a pot boiling and overflowing with ten thousand ingredients that were a specific mix of his taste and your taste and his smell and yours and all the tastes and smells you’ve experienced together.

The candle burning in his room the first time you made love. His aftershave. Strawberries. Your shampoo, which became his shortly after you moved in. Champagne and that bubbly feeling of having butterflies in your stomach. French macaroons. The first breakfast in bed. The tteokbokki you had eaten with his parents the day he introduced you to them. The light, talk scent of Yeontan’s fur after the first time you bathed him together.

Now you were horny and emotional.

Taehyung seemed to notice. “Are you feeling okay, honey?” He asked, dragging his thumb against your lower lip.

“I just realised how important you are to me.” You said, bending to his face and kissing him.

“Just now?” He asked, slightly surprised as he raised an eyebrow.

“No,” you replied, closing your eyes and touching your face with his, feeling the slight stubble of his cheek against yours, brushing your noses together, focusing on the intense sensation of his face against such a personal, private part of your own body. “Sometimes I just… get lost in the feeling. It feels like being overwhelmed by all the things we share, all that we have together. How many things remind me of you.” You murmured against the tender spot behind his ear.

“I know.” He said. His hands moved to your waist, fingers sinking in the flesh as he invited you to sit up.

You followed his direction. Once he could look at you, all of you, he took his length in his hand. “Inside?” He asked, checking in on you.

You nodded. “Please. Inside.”

He closed his eyes and smiled, pulling you close to his chest once more with one arm wrapped around your waist.

With the hand on his cock, he rubbed his tip up and down your slit, making you moan a couple times, whimpering when you felt his soft tip breach your walls.

“Tae...” You whined, his lips meeting yours and trying to suffocate your lament.

“Hush, Lace,” he said, touching your spine. “Is it wet enough?” He said, pressing his mouth to your temple. “Take your time, love.”

You inhaled and lifted your hips up before sliding down again, one inch at a time, your muscles constricting around him so hard that you had to stop.

“Too tight,” he said, trying to lift you up slightly. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said as he kept kissing your face. “Let me stretch you first, love.”

“No.” You whined, your hands stopping his as he tried to slide out of you. “I want it like this. I can take it, just… Easy.” You said, begging. “Please.”

“If it hurts, we stop. Immediately.” He replied, still unsure.

You nodded eagerly and let your hips lower some more. “Kiss me?”

His eyes turned into warm, happy crescents as he obliged, moving his lips against yours. His hips inadvertently jerked upwards, forcing one more inch into you, making you gasp and offering him the perfect chance to let his tongue slide into your mouth.

The kiss was the sweetest poison, with playful flicks and demanding swipes, the tip of his tongue licking the underside of your own as yours arched up toward his palate. In the erotic frenzy of it all, you completely lost control of your legs and before you could notice, he was completely sheathed inside you as he kept sucking on your wet appendage, bobbing his head slightly as your tongue, fully stretched out, methodically appeared and disappeared past his lips. It felt right, your tongue penetrating his mouth as his sex penetrated yours. It felt balanced.

It didn’t take long before your hips started moving, riding him, making him moan and lose the suction he had on your appendage.

Parting from him was a mess of spit, both your eyes and his opening and staring at the silvery string connecting your lips to his. “You’re so hot.” You murmured as his hands landed on your hips, helping you, just as your brought your own palms to your chest, pressing your breasts together, massaging them as they rolled with the way you were simply moving back and forth, not really focusing on bouncing but rather sliding.

Taehyung was immediately captured by the sight of your breasts caught in your palms, his hands staying on your hips to help you while his mouth landed on your left nipple. You quickened your pace as his thumb met your clit, making you whine. “How close?” You asked, brow furrowing as he tugged at your nipple while suctioning it inside his mouth. You moved even faster in reply, gyrating your hips too as he grew more and more eager on your skin, until his teeth had created an indentation on your areola and your nipple was too sensitive to stay inside his mouth, subjected to the ruthless whipping and flicking of his tongue.

“Oh my god, Tae, please, I’m—” You couldn’t put a finger on what was making you so desperately horny, maybe it was simply because you were just out of your period and you had been starving for him for almost a week, but unexpectedly you felt yourself near your edge.

“Lace for fuck’s sake, we’ve just started.” He grunted as he recognised your kegels pulsating around him faster and tighter. “Already?”

You nodded.

“Damn. So hot.” He huffed out before pressing his mouth to your other nipple, giving up on sucking it and deciding to simply loll out his tongue and press it flat against your chest. “Come on, nymph. Cum on my cock.” He swore as he felt you get impossibly tighter. “Fuck it, Lace. Ride it.” He said, removing one hand from your hip before you heard a loud smack, followed by a prickling, burning sensation on your left glute.

The muscles of your ass and legs quivered as you stopped for a second, his thumb restless at the apex of your labia. “Did you—” You shivered as he hit the perfect spot, “Did you just spank me?” You asked, all your muscles tense.

He froze. “… did it… I’m sorry…” He said, confused.

“No, I liked it.” You corrected him. “I was toying with you.” You said with a small smile.

He knew sometimes you weren’t in the mood for spanks and power play. Sometimes you just wanted to be equals and simply get lost in pure, extreme sensations.

He shook his head, incredulous. “Then keep going, nymph.” He said, before surprising you with another spank.

You gasped and chuckled before cupping his jaw and joining your mouths, your hips moving carelessly.

This time he grabbed your ass viciously before slapping it one more time, his tongue being twice as lively as usual as he licked your own tongue, revelling in the velvet paradise of your mouth. Once he felt your hips grow impatient, your movements irregular, he parted from you, throwing his head back, eyes opening, his long lashes fluttering dreamily as he let his mouth hang open before silencing a moan by catching his lower lip between his teeth.

Finally you felt pleasure taking over your body, Taehyung’s eyes opening and focusing up.

He gestured at the ceiling with a jerk of his chin. Following his tip, your gaze turned up. And met the mirror.

In that moment you realised how furiously you were moving on top of him, how eager and desperate and sexy you looked.

“Look at you. So messy for my cock. My little nymph.” He said, smacking your ass once more.

A short whimper exited your mouth as the hit took the air from your lungs.

Your high exploded while his thumb teased the underside of your clit, unprotected by the hood and painfully sensitive by now.

For a second, everything felt too intense, your hair wet and dripping down your back, the water grown cold by now, and his skin so hot, his nipples hard under your thumbs, his hands moving to your breasts once you didn’t need him on your clit anymore, his palms sliding on your half-dry skin and pressing your boobs together before he dove his head forward, dragging his whole face against the soft crevasse that your tits formed together. He started ramming his hips up, fucking into you as your movements slowed down.

He loved suffocating between your breasts, gasping hard as your heartbeat drowned his ears, your breathing like a feral, powerful creature beckoning him toward your dark lair of consuming bliss.

Biting his lip, frowning and groaning repeatedly, he slammed his hips hard against the back of your thighs, four, five, six times before he stilled and screamed in pleasure, the dark granite of the walls amplifying his animalistic sound before he bit into your breast, almost painfully.

Too bad you were still lost somewhere in pleasure, his body finally joining yours.

Maybe you would complain about the bite in the morning, when it would be red and sore and maybe swollen.

“____, fuck. Can we have monthly appointments like this?” He said, gyrating his hips tentatively while you gripped the tub, trying to find purchase as your body betrayed you and collapsed almost entirely.

“Monthly birthdays...” You mused, mouth brushing against the column of his throat.

“Do we really need an occasion to fuck like this?” He asked while his hand kneaded the soft folds of flesh around your torso. He found endless pleasure in feeling every aspect of you under his fingers.

And it never made you feel conscious. Rather, it made you feel appreciated, not like he was avoiding your absolutely average and healthy body fat, but more like his fingers were appreciating every detail of you, singing a hymn to your whole body completely devoid of flaws, praising it in the unwavering, glorious materiality of it.

You felt worshipped.

The shiver that ran down your spine rose him from his blissful slumber. “You’re cold?” He asked, pressing you closer to himself.

You nodded and mouthed at his neck. “You feel too good inside, though.”

He chuckled. “It feels good inside you too.” He replied fondly. Sometimes you wondered how this cockwarming thing never made sense to you before you met him.

“But you need to dry your hair, love.” He patted your ass a couple times. “Don’t want you to get sick.” He said, “Plus, we’re going to be uncomfortable here.” He tried to raise his torso from his slumping. You helped him by sitting up yourself, his dick pulsating inside you and making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He cackled. “Later.” He said his hands circling your waist and helping you up and off him.

As his cock slid out completely, landing on his belly, completely covered in your and his cum, you licked your lips.

“No.” He said, smirking, already placing his hands on your shoulders, keeping you from bending down and sucking him clean.

“Please, sir?” You whined, arching your brows and pouting.

He looked at your swollen, red lips, at your tongue lashing out to wet them seducingly.

He took his hands away. “Have your fun,” he conceded, his nails scraping your shoulders delicately as you bent forward, one of your hands catching your hair before it got messed up.

With your tongue you licked a thin stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip before engulfing it in your mouth. You easily swallowed a good portion of him before pulling him out, nudging his shaft to the side with your nose and cleaning the messy marks on his belly and his pelvis where your mixed fluids on his flesh had imprinted the shape of his cock.

His moan was dark and sinful before he pleaded for a yellow.

You let him go without hesitation. “Are you okay, pup?” You asked, not even enjoying the mix of your and his taste in your mouth because of your sudden, urgent worry.

“Yeah. I just… I need a slowdown, please.” He said, touching your face weakly. “I’m getting cold.” He said, with soft eyes.

Your worry increased tenfold in your chest. First, you sat up and helped him up yourself. “Okay, Tae. Let me just rinse you, yes?” You called, removing the drain stopper and letting the water flow out before you cleaned up both you and him. The water from the tap ran warm — almost hot — a few seconds later and you managed to rinse him properly before he climbed out of the tub. You followed him and wrapped him up in a towel. “There you go, baby.” You said.

He smiled fondly. “Thank you.”

“Would you like me to dry your hair?” He asked, his beautiful hands balled up in cute fists as he held the large towel around his shoulders.

“No, baby, thank you.” You replied kindly and warmly. “Let me just rinse myself before I dry my hair. I’ll join you in bed in twenty.” You said as you noticed him linger close to the door, showing himself a bit too impatient and excited to head out, possibly to bed, with you by his side. Or on top of him. Or below him. Probably below him, considering you had just ridden him.

Caught in your head, you went back to the tub, rinsing yourself quickly and briskly before stepping out and drying yourself up gingerly, leaving your body slightly damp so that your body lotion would dilute a little with the sparse droplets left on your skin, so that it would absorb better.

Once your body smelled like roses from your breasts down, you rinsed your hands, applied your favourite hair care oil and started the hairdryer. It didn’t take long, fifteen minutes at large, before a rapping at the door interrupted your hair ritual.

You frowned. Taehyung wasn’t one to knock. Just to make sure, you lowered the setting of the hairdryer, waiting in case he did it again and making sure that you had heard correctly.

The sound reappeared.

You switched off the device and placed it in its drawer. “Yes?” You replied.

The door opened.

First, Taehyung’s face appeared, his hair ruffled and dry, his expression sweet and innocent. Was he wearing makeup?

No. Impossible.

He hadn’t actually washed his face yet, but he was definitely without makeup earlier.

His lashes looked longer. His lips redder. And he most definitely had enhanced those beautiful eyes of his with dark eyeshadow lining his upper eyelid, making his stare even more intense.

And was that a heart drawn on his cheekbone?

Indeed.

“May I?” He asked, suspiciously formal and courteous.

“Yes, of course.” You said, with a confused smile.

Next, everything made sense.

God bless him. You thought, your heart skipping a bit and stumbling down approximately sixty flights of stairs.

There, with a fancy silver tray and a fancier glass of red wine on top, stood your amazing, extravagant, glorious, mind blowing, seductive, sultry, indecently sexy, wondrous boyfriend. In a maid dress.

Your body did a strange thing, your mouth hanging open basically already drooling.

Was this how he felt anytime he saw you in lingerie?

“I thought my lady deserves special treatment.” He said, coming closer, placing the tray over the small counter near the sink.

The vinyl playing on the gramophone chose precisely that moment to come to an end.

The mechanic arm lifted and moved away, the plate slowly coming to a stop after all the spinning.

Not that you noticed, you were too busy staring at your boyfriend, imagining what you could possibly do to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t assist you with your lotion, ma’am.” He said, standing, his hands joining before his stomach. “The uniform is a bit difficult.”

“Don’t worry, darling. All forgiven.” You said, your hand shaking as you reached out to touch his face. “You look incredible.” You said, completely dazzled. “Breathtaking.”

He blushed. “Thank you.” His eyes lowered coyly.

“Really, Taehyung. You look… I am speechless, darling.” You said with a big smile plastered on your face. “You’re unreal.” You said, drawing the shape of his lips, the pink lipgloss looking impossibly perfect on his face, emphasising the desirable curves of his mouth.

He stared in marvel too as you looked completely enraptured by his looks. “You like it?” He asked, insecure.

“Yes, of course I like it, love. You look too good, baby.” You reassured him, feeling a tad underdressed standing naked in front of him, while he had several layers of satin, ribbons, lace and of course, the classy apron. He even had puffy sleeves. And the corset tightened in a complicated lacing on the front. You took in every detail. “Do you feel good in it?” You asked, letting your index finger slide down his jaw, along the curve of his neck, to the small mole on his breastbone.

He nodded. “I’ve been tiptoeing around this for a while.” He said, his hand hesitant, his eyes asking for permission to place it atop of yours.

You agreed with a short nod.

“I didn’t know how you would react.” He said, his gaze guarded.

“I love it.” You said, tightening your hand around his fingers and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. “And I love you.” You reassured him, pulling your joined hands to your face and placing a small kiss on his ring finger, where someday his wedding ring would lay. “Although we could do a few adjustments,” you said, staring at him with the eyes of a trained lingerie maker. “It could fit so much better on you.” You said, walking around him, observing the few points where the fabric slouched and flopped, unfit for his lithe body. On the back you noticed a zipper. You would remember that for later.

“Here,” you said, pinching the loose fabric around his slim waist. “And here.” You said, fingering the ribbons over his chest. “With slight modifications, we can make it more comfortable for you. And make it look like an actual uniform.” You said, standing behind him as he stood in front of the mirror. You bent to place a kiss on the crook of his neck. “How beautiful.” You said, your hands wrapping around his waist, appreciating how small it was, how elegant and expensive he looked. “Would you like it if I added a small accessory,” you asked, moving your middle finger to trace the column of his throat. “I was thinking about a choker.” You said, “something frilly. Maybe with a small kitten bell. Plenty of soft ribbons and lace. Make this neck look even prettier.” You suggested, placing another kiss on the other side of his neck, this time letting your mouth open and suck just a little.

You weren’t allowed to mark him there with all the upcoming music shows.

He nodded. “I’d love to.” He said, looking in your eyes timidly in the mirror. “But first I’d like to make myself forgiven for being late for the lotion.” He said, bowing his head. “Please, miss.”

Your head rolled back as pleasure travelled from his mouth to your ears to your core.

“Of course, kitty. As long as this is the way you want things to go.” You stated clearly. “I need your consent, kitty.”

“I want it, miss.” He assured you.

“Then proceed, kitty.” You said, wrapping your hand around his throat and tightening it affectionately.

He turned around and looked at your lips. “May I kiss you, miss?” He asked, eyes still deflecting your stare.

“Yes, kitty. Of course, darling.” You replied with a gentle smile.

He bent down slightly and swallowed nervously before placing his lips on yours, the taste was immediately familiar.

“This is not lipgloss, am I right, kitty?” You asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Yes, miss. You’re right, miss.”

Damn him. It was lube. Specifically, watermelon-flavoured lube.

You thought how long it would take for this to become too much. For him to become too hot and melt you until all there was left of you was a bottle of sap stored in the fridge.

And your title.

Your ears basked in victory at his perfect speaking manners. You had educated him properly. He was by far your best exercise in domination so far, his manners impeccable at all times when his submissive persona came into play.

“Come on, kitty. Show me how you intend to gain forgiveness.” You spoke sweetly, caressing the hair at his nape.

Soft. So soft. Always so damn soft.

He knelt. Slowly. Very slowly.

Looking up at you with pure, angelic eyes, he poked with his index finger first at your left thigh, and then at his left shoulder.

You grinned.

“You want my leg on your shoulder, kitty?” You asked with an amused smile.

He nodded eagerly. “Yes, miss. Please, miss.”

You smiled proudly. “That’s a very good kitty.”

Taehyung kept a fond expression, saving his intentions to himself.

Let her think she won, he thought just as his hand landed at your ankle, his fingertips running up the back of your calf, your knee, your thigh, until he applied gentle pressure, inviting you to lift your leg.

Your cunt was right in front of his face, his nose sniffing at your smell, slightly adulterated by your body lotion.

He nuzzled his nose against the tiny patch of hair you kept atop your labia. He loved it without even knowing why. It simply turned him insane. All the time. Especially when he went down on you.

Your hand gripped the hair on the crown of his head, massaging the scalp delicately, but also trying to protect him from potentially bumping it against the drawer under the sink.

“Does it smell good, kitty?” You asked, smiling at him, taking in the view of him.

“Yes, miss. Can I please lick you, miss?” He asked shyly, his voice slightly more high pitched than usual.

“Yes, darling love.” You practically cooed at him.

He didn’t waste a second, his tongue ready to lunge for your opening before he stopped himself with a small gasp. “Thank you, miss.”

You felt even prouder.

God, he really is perfect.

“You’re welcome, kitty.”

And at that, the tip of his tongue brushed the tight rim of muscles lining your entrance, collecting your taste before flattening the muscle and dragging it all the way along your slit, delivering a series of hard flicks as his hands travelled to your ass, helping you ride his face straight away.

You enthusiastically followed his instructions, especially once you felt two of his fingers run from your backside to the front, sliding inside your dripping hole.

“Kitty, that’s very nice.” You said, huffing out an enthusiastic chuckle before it transformed into a sinful deep moan. You started directing his head, his tongue stretched taut past his lips while you ground your crotch against it. “Kitty, this is a very good surprise.” You said, praising him, petting his hair, your eyes closing as he moaned in approval, watching you as you grew more and more lost. You took the glass in your hand, taking a sip of wine and feeling it bloom in your mouth instantly, your cheeks warming up, your veins throbbing with the wild beat of desire awakening your every limb.

Your head rolled back, your hand immediately placing down the glass as you felt your high approach, his fingers sinking all the way to your cervix, tapping against it.

His lips captured your clit, sucking it a couple times before releasing it, pressing it to his front teeth with his strong tongue.

“Tae,” you called, too fucked out to care about pet names and stuff. Your edge was there, waiting for you, all you needed was…

He pulled out his fingers, making you cry out before they returned to their place. Shortly after, his thumb landed on your skin. Wet. Slippery. Right against the oversensitive skin between your cunt and your anus.

All it took was two gentle rubs and your body crumbled, all your weight going to the hand on the sink while your legs shook wildly, your knees too wobbly to survive your high; your other hand too moved to the sink, too scared of hurting your lover. His hands gripped you tighter instead, pushing you harder against his face while his tongue lashed out, the hard muscle grinding against your clit as he moved his head furiously in a nodding motion.

You weren’t sure you called his name or screamed or simply held your breath and stayed silent, your ears were completely out of order.

If it weren’t because of being on your feet, you would have thought you had passed out. Taehyung’s arm stayed tight around your waist while you removed your leg from his shoulder, trembling as you placed it down. “Holy hell.” You said, still gripping the sink for support. You looked at Taehyung. His whole face was covered in wetness, the heart on his cheekbone completely smeared, the only lube left on his mouth being the wetness coming from yourself. “You look amazing, Tae.” You complimented him. “A damn masterpiece.” You said, proud to your very core.

He grinned.

Kitty out. Tiger in.

“May I have some wine now?” He asked, no honorifics, no submission.

You grinned and bit your lip, wiggling your eyebrows.

He wiggles his right back.

Holding the glass, you took a large sip in your mouth, leaving a scarce finger in. You took a step back, bending at your waist and placing your mouth near Taehyung’s. He opened his mouth invitingly and you let a small amount dribble past your lips and fall into his mouth.

He patted his lips wider before stretching up surrounding your lips with his, making sure that not a drop got to waste.

Once he was sated, he placed a finger under your chin, moving it to your throat and wrapping his hand there.

“Now you’re gonna stand up and bend over, Lace.” He ordered, no trace of pliability in his demeanour, and no sign of mercy either.

You obeyed immediately.

“Hands on the sink. Keep them there.” You heard the sound of a zipper. Looking up you noticed that he was naked.

And that he was hard.

You licked your lips nervously.

“Lower your head.” He said, spanking you out of the blue.

So he was in a spanking mood. Mentally, you agreed.

“I know you want me like this. Uh?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, inhaling deeply as his fingers drew the line of your spine.

His finger stopped at the middle of your back, pressing on your spine to make it arch until it became almost painful.

“Stay.” He said, grabbing the silver platter and balancing it on your ass. The cold made you hiss, but you focused on staying perfectly still. “Stay.” He repeated, “I need to wash my hands.” He said, before abandoning the platter on your behind and coming to your side, standing right beside you as he washed slowly poured some soap on his palm, opening the tap and wetting his hands rubbing them together as he closed the tap with his elbow.

“It is always a pleasure to look at you like this.” He said, taking all the time in the world.

All you could see was his legs, midthigh down.

“You look like you don’t have a dominant bone in your body.” He mused, making sure that the thin foam reached between his fingers too. “You say ‘yes, sir’ and you sound like the single, most obedient, pliant creature in the world. Like you were made to please me.” He continued, looking at the platter tremble slightly.

He decided he could rinse his hands and dry them.

In half a minute he was standing behind you once more.

With your head hanging low, you felt the weight on your backside diminish imperceptibly. The platter disappeared next, landing on the counter.

Taehyung’s left hand laced with the hair on your nape, moving your rebellious locks aside. Now he had the whole expanse of your back before him, naked and richly arched.

Considering the situation, he cocked an eyebrow, clicking his tongue.

Something cold, like a blade pressed to your lower back, your spine arching even further.

“Stay still.” He said, bending to your ear. “If you move I’m gonna whip you.” He said minaciously.

He didn’t expect a reply, so you didn’t offer any. Cold liquid slid down the crevasse between your shoulder blades, sliding down the dip connecting your neck to your ass. Then something hot and soft appeared at the saddle of your back, where it reached the lowest spot. You put two and two together.

He was doing body shots down your spine.

You were sure when something that must have been his tongue slid all the way up to your nape. “Delicious.” He said, his hand placing down the empty glass on the counter, his erection pressing against your ass. “Let’s see if you can take it.” He murmured, standing straight and tugging at your hair until you were perched on your elbows, his reflection and yours appearing in the mirror in front of you. Which reflected the mirror behind you. Which allowed you to see Taehyung’s handsome figure.

He licked his lip and tipped his head back, looking at you cockily before gripping his hard on, rubbing the soft, velvety head against your labia, spreading your wetness before he let the tip sink in.

You moaned desperately. “Oh god.” You called, closing your eyes and looking away.

He gave a sharp tug at your hair. “Look how good you take my cock.” He said, staying perfectly still until he saw your eyes open through the reflection in the mirror.

“Please.” You begged weakly.

“What?” He asked.

“Please, sir. I’d like you to wreck me, sir.” You whined, pleading for his harsh ministrations, looking at him through the mirror.

He grinned and sunk all the way in.

You screamed.

He spanked you.

You took it with a tiny hiccup.

“Does my cock feel that good?” He asked, backing out.

“Yes, sir.” You replied meekly.

He slammed in again. “This is how you like it?” He asked sadistically, beginning to drive his hips into yours with a punishing pattern.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“You’re such a slut for this cock.” He said, gritting his teeth, the veins at his neck bulging as his tendons flexed.

“I’m your slut, sir.” You said, ready to cry for him, completely shameless.

He grinned evilly. “Just for my cock. Such a horny fuckdoll.” He teased, delivering one more spank and making you arch your back, the tip of his cock hitting the most perfect spot, “drooling for my cock. Spitting in my mouth. Riding my face.” He rammed in even more furiously, your brow furrowing as you stared at the view of his back muscles flexing as he railed you, his glutes flashing as he hammered into you recklessly. “You’re such a dirty slut. You love being spanked, don’t you?” He asked, landing a loud smack on your other asscheek.

“I do, sir. Please, sir, please please… pl— I’m— Oh, sir.”

He went even harder, his middle finger reaching your clit and rubbing it as fast as he could. “Is this what you want? To cum on this cock? You want my fingers, little fuckdoll?” He asked deviously. “You’re such a pretty nymph. Living to get fucked.”

As you tried to turn toward him and lock your eyes with his, looking for reassurance, you spotted the side mirror, offering you the whole scene as it appeared on the right side. You ended up hypnotised by the motion of his cock sliding in and out too fast for your unfocused eyes to actually capture the whole vision.

Your high crested before you even felt it grow. It overthrew you, your arms failing you, your knees bending and your thighs pressing together.

Taehyung had none of it. His hand forcefully parted your legs again before landing a hard spank on your labia.

“Stay still and take my cock.” He said, angrily keeping his hand on your clit and rubbing it faster while he made you stand straighter, your tits appearing in the mirror in front of you, bouncing as he rammed violently into you.

The high didn’t stop. It grew even more.

He felt you milk him harder and harder. “Cum again, nymph. Cum on my cock again. Make it rain and wet the fucking floor.” He said, growling at your ear. “Look at those tits. So fucking good.” He growled, just as you shook your head in complete helplessness. “I’m gonna suck them like a baby before I fall asleep.” He said, gently slapping one until his strokes became irregular and even more ruthless.

You pushed your own hips hard against him until you finally felt that uncomfortable sensation leave your womb, eyes closing, shoulders collapsing, knees shaking and wobbling until they completely gave out, Taehyung’s body following yours and saving you from the tap as your torso landed against the sink, your legs spasming and leaving the floor as you screamed Taehyung’s name, his hand strumming your clit until you went completely silent and he heard you sob and pant. “Tae.” You called, voice thin before every sensation stopped.

You awoke to Taehyung’s hand touching your face.

“Lace, darling.” He called, “____, love.” He murmured against your ear.

First you realised your legs hurt. Like you had done too much exercise. Next, you realised he wasn’t inside you still. Some part of you felt cold.

“Tae.” You said, confused.

“Oh, baby.” He said, smiling his biggest boxy smile, touching your cheek again, dragging your hair off your eyes. “Are you okay, dove?” He asked, simply looking at you.

You nodded, confused. “I think I blacked out?” You said, trying to stand straight.

He was immediately close to you holding your hand and offering you his body as your support. “You did, love.” He confirmed. “Are you okay?” He asked again, just as you felt your foot land on a wet patch on the floor.

“Did I… ?” You asked, looking at the small puddle there.

“Yeah… ” He smiled sheepishly. “I have your blanket if you’d like.” He said, hugging you to himself.

You shook your head. “Shower?” You asked.

He nodded. “Let’s go.”

He opened the glass door and switched on the soft lights there, set them to the softest tone and helped you in, holding your hand as he used the other to open the tap and test the water for the right temperature. He grabbed your hair tie near the body wash and offered it to you.

“We’ll just rinse real quick, yeah?” He said, leading you under the spray and pouring a small amount of soap in his hands, foaming in up and rubbing it against your legs, before reaching your crotch. “I’ll go easy here,” he warned before his hand skimmed your skin, making sure that you weren’t dripping his seed anymore. Once he was done there, he rinsed his hands and poured some more body wash, repeating the procedure and removing any stain of wine from your back. Satisfied, he pulled you into his arms. “I love you so much, Lace.” He murmured in your ear. “You’re safe here, love.” He reassured you, protecting you. “You are beautiful and strong and sexy.” He said, healing any wound he had caused with his dirty talking, putting you together after pulling you apart. “You are worthy of affection, and respect and love.” He said, watching as you turned and tried to clean him up yourself, his messy eye makeup dribbling down his cheeks.

Once done with the shower, he wrapped you up in his bathrobe, a bit too big for you, making you feel hugged and extra-pampered.

He patted your head with one hand as he removed what was left of his mascara and eyeshadow. And then he placed an arm around you, back hugging you as you both brushed your teeth, his body clad in a towel before he swapped it for a pair of boxers and a sleeping shirt.

“Let’s put you into this.” He said, grabbing one of his robes from his sleeping clothes and wrapping you up in it, lacing your hands with his as you both reached the kitchen.

You stayed silent as he helped you sit on the counter, standing between your legs as he reached for a bottle of water and two glasses, stretching to reach your sleeping pills. He offered you a glass and got a pill ready, passing it to you once he managed to work it open. “There you go, love.”

You nodded and downed the pill, forcing yourself to finish the large cup of water, just as he downed his own, looking at you and making sure that you drank it all.

You placed the cup down and hugged him, waiting for him to finish.

He took your hand in his again, keeping you as close to him as possible as he brought the cups to the sink and led the two of you back to the bedroom.

You climbed the bed absentmindedly as he entered the closet, coming out with a rather large tiger plushie and a fluffy blanket with a polar bear print.

Crawling close to you, he waited for you to remove the robe and slide underneath the covers. Next he threw the blanket on top of your body, making sure that it stayed close to your face. After that, he placed the plushie in your arms, tucking the blanket tight. On his bedside table, he switched on the air purifier, the gentle scent of pine filling the room.

The lights went off.

His body came closer to yours and you cuddled in absentmindedly, his limbs tightening around your shape, warming you up immediately.

“I love you, Lace.” He said, again.

“I love you too,” you replied softly before a yawn.

“My pretty dove. Beautiful dove. My angel… My fairy… My joy… My peace...” And with a litany of sweet praises whispered in your ear, you fell asleep like a baby.

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princeleyjeans · 3 years

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The seggsy experience: The do breakdown.

(Oh god I can't stop giggling) Seggy time, dunno why my brain decided to spontainiously throw it up but as a writer, you know I had to do ANOTHER character dismantal and talk about how T an Mikers would get down and dirty. Last night, I was like "They can't do romantic, it's either gonna be violent and resentful or sappy with loads of crying cus they just can't get passed their shit", and then after that surprise Grace and Frankie season 7 release (only 4 half hour episodes but it'll keep me going till 2022...hopefully). ANYWAY, Soals "I need you to twirl a rock over my crotch to help me get hard for Robert otherwise he'll eat us out of house and home dealing with this dry spell" inspired me, and being the sort of writer who likes to 'expand' on things, of course, I had to bring you this: Dry spell eating, totally Michael's thing, he and Trevor are going slow in the bedroom department cus they wanna see if this can go somewhere so he's cramming the carbs cus M's too repressed to try a sex toy until literally, he is so deprived, his skin vibrates with 0 bone time energy, he just loads up on ice cream and bread and stores all that fat for winter cus its the only pleasure the guy gets until they agree they're both ready to get less than usual nasty. But when they do....in a non "Having my revenge thru my dick" sense, presumably, it is awkward and painful as all hell. Figuratively and literally. --- Picture...squirming, they've got the making out down but once pants come off, everything is new ground far as Michael's concerned and T's eagerness and expertise in the ways of the penis is frightening and obviously off-putting, like M NEEDS to know EVERYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING and T having the upper hand is setting off all sorts of red flags, meaning nobody gets their rocks off until someone agrees to go easy and the two of them call a truce on any funny business so they can both enjoy the evening. Of course, T fucks around (No pun intended) so Mike becomes a fussy bitch, they argue over whose catchin' and when M finally decides to try 'Being the woman' he constantly complains about pain and Trevor being too rough even when the guy is just lying there or isn't even touching him. Like M's ass up, face down and T's a good foot away and the guys like-- "I SAID FUCKIN' EASY!!!" cus he has no idea what this side of the sex scene is and he ain't willing to listen to his body and take a chill pill. inevitably, they either give up and settle for lame jerking (Which again, Michael is funny about cus he isn't used to doing it to 'another guy') or they fall into a bemused silent arrangement where Trev keeps his mouth zipped and M tries the suck an slide, suck him off and then slide onto that moist pole like a newbie at the Vanilla Unicorn. Falling off now and again, even yeeting the bed entirely at times. In the end, it's sorta cute, disgusting, and tense with annoyance so thick it gives Michaels's ass some competition. Basically, they fall into some sort of weird rhythm where they kinda get off but are still kinda mad at each other and afterwards just lay next there in twaty silence until one asks if their partner came and they huff something along the idea of "Yeah" but you never really know. Then they give each other apology jerks in the morning cus love

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daisybeewrites · 4 years

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The Best Medecine

word count: 2.7k

warnings: fluffflufffluff

requested? no i just needed to see daisy take care of daniel

ship: dousy/daniel sousa x daisy johnson

PART 2!! idr have an authors note today, just enjoy :)

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Daniel felt like crap.

He had caught Daisy’s cold, and the effects were hitting him harder than a ton of bricks.

Daisy had recovered fairly quickly after he smoothly convinced her to take the proper medicine and rest. They had a great few days where both of them felt alive and normal, not like zombie versions of themselves. Going grocery shopping (avoiding the soup aisle, they already had a freezer full), taking a day trip to hike the Eaton Canyon trail and picnic, testing out a new prosthetic Fitz designed, and pulling an all-nighter to binge-watch Grey’s Anatomy completed the week wonderfully.

Things were going great! Almost too great. Things never go this great in their universe. Which is why neither of them were surprised when Daniel shot up in bed at 4am sneezing, waking Daisy and, she joked, the rest of the street. He tried to go back to sleep, only to wake up with a loud achoo! ten minutes later. Daniel rubbed his forehead, the pressure centered between his eyebrows insisting that he was not going to get any sort of true rest that day.

He told a sleepy Daisy that he felt fine, that he just needed a hot bath. It was probably just the spring allergies, right? Nothing to worry about, Daniel told himself as he swung his leg over the side of the bed, grabbing his crutches and lumbering to the bathroom. He splashed his face with warm then cold water before quickly checking that Daisy was asleep again, her silhouette rising with deep breaths, outlined in diffused blue light from the stars on the ceiling. Maybe he could shake this before it got too bad? Surely, it wouldn’t disrupt his routine too much?

Daniel quietly crutched to the soft couch, grabbing a blanket from the pile on the armchair. The flannel of the blankets and the comfortable give of the couch lulled Daniel into a restless sleep.

Early morning turned to late morning turned to afternoon, Daniel only waking up from tossing and turning when Daisy shook him and offered a sinus pill, which he gulped down with an entire cup of cool water. Three ice cubes shaped like half moons knocked into each other as he tipped the cup back, letting the smooth liquid drown out the scratchiness in his throat.

A glance at the clock alarmed him, mentally calculating how long he slept. He noticed the second quilt that had been laid on top of him, the fleecy textile one Daisy frequently curled up with when she had a bad day. He could faintly smell her coconut and lavender conditioner. It tickled his nose.

“Sweetheart?” Daniel called weakly.

“Mmm?” Daisy hummed.

“I slept for fourteen hours?” Though he asked a question, his tone was almost a statement.

Daisy nodded, slightly smiling. “I think you caught my cold. Maybe cuddling so much wasn’t a good idea.”

Daniel chuckled a little, but stopped when he saw the flicker of worry in her eyes. He reached over to her and grabbed her hand. “I don’t regret any time spent helping you feel better, Daisy.”

She smiled, mirroring his expression. Their eyes both crinkled at the sides, happy gazes taking in the other. Daisy’s eyes still furrowed though, and Daniel cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the frog there before speaking. The action only scratched his throat, a string of coughs interrupting the couple’s staring contest.

“Hey, could you bring me som—” Daniel was cut off by more crackling coughs. Daisy threw him a concerned glance. He could hardly keep his eyes open, hands clammy and forehead burning, body shaking with hacks. He could feel the dip in the cushion as Daisy moved to sit down beside him, resting her hand on his forehead. Her cool skin felt incredible on his. He understood why she liked it so much when he had done the same.

He slowly opened his eyes, ignoring the dry, itchy feeling and opting to focus on Daisy above him. She looked beautiful, like an angel, with airy morning light surrounding her and two messy braids running down her back. She was his angel. His angel was smirking at the way he leaned into her touch.

“These?” she asked, as she held up a small, blue box of tissues. He nodded, swallowing thickly before sitting up and scooting back to lean against the rounded arm of the tan couch. Daisy laughed quietly.

“What?”

She continued giggling, her small laugh growing a little.

“What’s funny?”

Daisy leaned forward and rested a hand on his thigh for balance.

“You’re wearing those pajama pants I got you for Christmas,” she explained. He glanced down, recognizing the tiny planets of their solar system dyed into the plush fabric. “They’re cute on you.”

He smiled, gazing at Daisy. Then he sneezed. Luckily, he picked up a tissue and covered his face in time to not sneeze in Daisy’s face. Daisy leaned back, laughing. Daniel started to, too, a low rumble in his chest diffusing the nerves he had felt. This was the first time Daisy had ever seen him sick. There was that one time in space when he had almost gotten (unintentionally) poisoned by alien coffee, but that was an unpleasant memory he didn’t want to dwell on. Other than that, not a single sniffle had popped up.

Daisy suddenly stood up and slid to the kitchen in sock feet, a large grin on her face.

“Dais, where’re you going?” he wondered out loud.

“The kitchen, duh,” she replied as she slid to the soapstone countertops, grabbing a red and white box out of the counter.

Daniel recognized it as Daisy’s favourite tea, she had bought it on a mission in South Africa and became enamoured with it. Sometimes Daniel would catch her up at odd hours of the night, when she couldn’t sleep, out on the back patio drinking a steaming mug of Rooibos. He knew it was her favourite, and it had slowly become his, too. Lately, they have made a habit out of winding down from long days at work with mugs in their hands, on the couch or in the backyard, red-amber liquid relaxing their minds and limbs. Those were some of his favourite times with Daisy, spent talking and drinking their tea and laughing at reruns of sitcoms.

The sound of hot water trickling into a mug pulled him out of his thoughts. The mug in question was one he had made for Daisy—large and hand painted, artsy flicks of white and yellow and blue serving as reminders of their time in space. That was a modern invention he was particularly fond of (paint your own pottery, not space). It was mesmerizing to watch the colored, chalky paint glide onto the ceramic surface. He often went to this local hole-in-the-wall café that let you paint one of their mugs and bring it home, for an extra charge. Their coffee and ‘old-fashioned southern’ biscuits were delicious.

Daniel stared as Daisy danced around the kitchen, her fishtails swishing and hips swaying. There was no music, just her. She dunked the tea bag in a couple times and let it steep. When the tea was ready, she poured in a squeeze of honey and grabbed a shiny green bottle of cough syrup, carefully walking over to the couch. Daniel gently took the mug from her, using the corner of the blanket as a barrier so as not to burn his hands. Daisy sat on the coffee table across from him, smiling as Daniel took a sip.

“Hot!” he exclaimed.

“I know I am, you don’t have to tell me,” Daisy teased. “Do you want some ice cubes?”

“Jemma would disapprove,” Daniel shot back.

Daisy rolled her eyes and sighed. “Jemma has put up with my odd tea-drinking since 2013. I already made the tea wrong, might as well make it so that you won’t burn yourself trying to drink it.”

Daniel watched Daisy laugh. As ill as he felt, Daisy just being there helped tremendously. The tea soothed his scratchy throat and her laugh sped up his heart. He knew the pink dust on his cheeks couldn’t be attributed to fever alone.

The pair sat in silence for a while as Daniel finished the tea, thankful for the warm beverage. His headache was slightly dissipating, due to the tea or Daisy’s light aura he wasn’t sure. He sat the mug down on the table and leaned up to peck Daisy’s lips. She leaned in a bit putting her hand on his chest to pull away.

“How about that bath?”

“Only if you come, too,” Daniel whispered.

Daisy chuckled. “You, lover boy, are sick. If we keep this up, one of us is always going to be sick. And plus, I need you distracted while I make a surprise!”

Daniel perked up, his slight pout disappearing. “A surprise…?”

“Yes, Danny-boy, a surprise. Which means I can’t tell you, so sit here and I’ll go fill the tub and then you can feel the full effects of that chill pill.”

Daniel leaned towards Daisy, confused. “What chill pill?”

“This chill pill,” Daisy said, leaning forward until her nose almost touched his. Daniel’s head swam with the scent of her silky blonde hair and vanilla lotion. She gently rubbed her hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders. He took a moment to watch the twinkle in her eye, the warmth resonating through him. He felt the tension from staying on the couch all day slowly release, his arms coming to wrap loosely around Daisy’s back in an attempt to keep her there. She shook her head with a grin and sat up, easing off the couch.

Daisy kissed Daniel’s forehead before walking down the hall to the bathroom. Daniel watched her leave, conflicted. Shouldn’t he be able to take care of himself? He had for years, why stop now? It isn’t like he couldn’t fill up the tub, or cook or grab tissues, no matter how light headed he got. Why did she want to help him? ‘Because I love you, you stubborn square!’ Daisy would say. He could practically hear her protest, ‘Just let me take care of you! It won’t hurt!’

If he was honest with himself, that’s all he wanted.

So, he did.

Daisy came back into the living room, the faint sound of water rushing creating a comforting ambience. He didn’t have his leg on, as laying around all day didn’t require it and he was more comfortable without the prosthetic cramming against the back of the couch. He reached back and grabbed the pair of crutches that were leaned against the arm of the sofa. Daisy walked with him back to the bathroom, making sure he didn’t lose his balance due to dizziness from dehydration. Apparently, that was one reason Daisy had felt so horrible after her mission, she had been so busy taking down bad guys that she almost took herself down, too. Even knowing that dehydration isn’t contagious, neither of them wanted him falling into décor à la Daisy.

They reached the bathroom, Daisy running to their room to grab an extra set of sweats for Daniel to put on once he was done.

While she was rummaging through drawers, Daniel carefully undressed and got into the deep tub.

The bath felt incredible. He could smell the lavender from the fancy epsom salt that Daisy had gotten him wafting up from small waves he created. The water was warm, but not so hot that it burned and not so lukewarm that it would go cold in a few minutes.

“Dais, this is first-class,” Daniel called.

Daisy giggled a bit before responding. “First-class?”

“I know you’re poking fun, but thank you. It feels amazing.”

Daisy peeked her head around the corner, nodding.

“I'm glad you like it. Now I'm gonna go fix that surprise. Yell if you need anything, k?”

Daniel nodded and relaxed his head back, muscles slowly easing their tension and his eyes softly closing.

“Oh, shit!!”

Daniel startled, bath water dripping over onto the towels lining the tub. Daisy’s exclamation didn’t seem pained, but he couldn’t help his brow from creasing. He felt fairly rested, he wasn’t sure how long he had been napping in the water. It had gone from pleasantly warm to tepid, he guessed around thirty minutes at the most.

“Dais, everything alright?”

Daisy paused before responding, “Yep! Got it all under control!”

Daniel smiled and shook his head, figuring it was probably time to get out and troop back to the living room, anyway.

He grabbed the grip-bar beside the tub and eased up, sitting on the edge before swinging his good leg around and stepping onto the floor. He grabbed a towel off his hook on the wall and started to dry off. Daisy had set a pair of comfy pants and a shirt on the counter, which he pulled on before grabbing his crutches and making his way to the kitchen. Something smelled… burnt.

He rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks.

“Uh, Dais?”

“It’s burned, I know,” Daisy said, disconcertedly.

“Are you okay?”

Daisy was staring disappointedly at two bowls of seemingly okay soup. She gestured loosely to the sink, Daniel’s eye following.

“Oh, okay, yeah, I see.”

There was a large pot sitting in the sink, filled with greyish water, black bits glued to the bottom.

“I’m sorry. I know cooking isn’t exactly my thing.”

Sousa smiled, running a hand through his wet hair. Daisy’s hands fidgeted, rubbing at her neck.

“Is the soup in the bowls good?”

Daisy looked him up and down, a twinkle of mirth in her eye, like she knew something he didn’t. She shrugged, “The char adds flavour.”

At that, Daniel grinned and stepped forward a little, leaning against the counter next to her. “I’m up for some extra flavour.”

Daisy looked over at him with an odd expression. “Even sick, never fails.”

Daniel responded immediately, “Through sickness and health.”

Daisy’s eyes went wide.

“Relax, I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Daisy’s posture slumped a little as she hit his bicep. “Funny. You’re a funny, funny man.”

He nodded and felt a deep laugh in his chest. “I am very funny, yes.”

Daisy squinted her eyes at him, turning and picking up their bowls of soup to set on the kitchen island. She slid onto one of the backless bar stools that served as seats for when she didn’t feel like being fancy and eating at a table. Sousa took a moment before following, leaning his crutches against the cabinet after sliding onto the stool across from Daisy. He picked up a spoon and tasted the soup, swallowing down a grimace and giving her a thumbs up.

“It's great!” Daniel exclaimed.

Daisy pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at him, tasting a spoonful. She was not as great at acting as Daniel was, and could barely keep herself from spitting it out.

“Oh, god, that’s awful!” Despite her wry expression, she was giggling as she picked her cell out of her pajama short’s pocket. Daniel eyed her, perplexed as Daisy hit a button in her .

“Yes, hi... Thank you. Can we get six egg rolls, a small veggie fried rice, a plate of crab wontons, and a small shrimp lo-mein?... Yes! Thank you!... Alright, we’ll be there in ten. Have a good evening!” Daniel watched as Daisy hung up, a bright grin slowly spreading across her face.

Daniel mirrored her, smiling wide. “Chinese food?”

“Yep,” Daisy nodded, popping the 'p'.

Daisy slid lithely off the seat, grabbing the bowls of blackened soup and trashing them. She felt bad, throwing away food. She never got rid of food unless she absolutely had to. Old habits die hard.

She turned around and gave Daniel a smile. She noticed that he wasn’t as pale, his face wasn’t as flushed and he wasn’t swaying like his head was full of air. Maybe she had helped more than she thought. They walked out to Daisy’s car, a metallic dark grey crossover with slightly tinted windows. Daisy got in on the drivers side, Daniel climbing into the passenger. She cranked the car and turned up the radio, checking that Daniel was okay. It was a slightly chilly evening, and the windows were rolled down just enough to let the air in.

The evening felt great, the cool air and orange-pink sky refreshing their senses. Daniel’s eyes were soft as he gazed at Daisy. Even though he caught her cold, he had the feeling that Daisy was the best medicine. Lucky him.

Maybe things do go this great in our universe.

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parkjess · 4 years

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Hey, I hope you are doing well. Can I request a astro reaction to their s/o having to take meditation for anxiety and depression, please? Okay, bye bye ヾ(￣▽￣). Please be safe! ☆ﾟ°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Warning: if you’re sensitive about depression and anxiety, please skip this.

Myungjun:

Myungjun woke up next to you, shaken off his dream due to the bed moving slightly because you were stretching your arms to get your medication from the night stand, having difficulty with getting that, you let out a sigh.

“Baby, hey, is everything alright? What are you doing?” Your boyfriend taps on your shoulder to get your attention, asking with his sleepy voice. -“I’m trying to get... this.” Finally you grabbed the little medication box, he furrowed his brows and lightly rubs his eyes to open them fully. “What is that baby?” He takes the box once you swallow the pill, reading the possible reasons for taking these. “Y/n...” by now he’s already sitting straight on the bed near you, “why didn’t you tell me?” He pats your hair. -“I don’t want to be a burden to you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but it’s really not such a big deal.”

“What are you talking about? You only give me happiness and peace, come on, let’s go.” He says and kisses your forehead, getting out of bed and you do so too without even asking where.

He took you to a picnic day, suddenly left and took you home because he had something at work. “I’ll be back soon, okay baby?” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

When he came back you hear some unfamiliar breathing, sounds like, a dog?

“Baby?” Myungjun calls, taking his shoes off by the door, entering the living room you share. You were sitting on the big comfy couch, watching Netflix with some chips and beverage of your liking.

-“Hey... how was work... toda- Myungjun what is that?” You chuckle when you meet the little poodle (I’m actually not sure if that’s a poodle in the pic lmao), the puppy had a cute, soft look in his eyes, looking at you as if he wanted you to take him. “This is a little gift from me to you, I know you really like dogs, and I don’t want you to feel lonely when I’m not home.” You now realize he wasn’t at work today but left you to get you a dog.

-“Myungjun... this is so adorable, I love you so much.” You say and lean in to kiss your boyfriend’s lips, talking the dog in your arms afterwards. He did it for you.

Jinwoo:

“Baby what is that?” Jinwoo comes closer to your shared bedroom, you were working on some project on your laptop, sitting near the desk, with earphones plugged in both your ears.

-“Jin... Jinwoo where did you find this?” You look up at him, not hearing what he asked you beforehand Because of the loud music in your ears. “I asked what this is...” his voice lowered, although you thought he was upset at you because you didn’t tell him you take medication for a while now, but all he was doing is worrying about you.

-“I... I am...” you tried to explain but the words didnt come out well. “Y/n~~ you know I get more worried when you don’t share with me.” He was slightly annoyed by now, since he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to go through this situation alone. “Can you promise me you won’t hide anything else from me anymore?” He bends down and whispers, kisses your forehead right after.

Dongmin:

“Lee Dongmin! Can you please tell me where we are going?” You yell at your boyfriend who was walking before you with his big steps that you couldn’t catch up with.

-“Were here.” He stops suddenly, not even breathing heavily as you do. “What the-“ you weren’t able to say as you panted due to your fast walking. “Okay... what are we doing here?” Dongmin knew you best, he didn’t even have to see your medication to know you’re taking them, or your current condition. The local park in your neighborhood was your favorite, the view of children laugh together, parents sitting on bench watching their mini versions, sun sets slowly, all of these was making you stay at peace. And ofcourse your boyfriend was the only one who knew all of those little details about you, like nobody else did.

“Why?” You ask, crossing your arms against your chest. -“Because you love being here, with me.” He says with a smirk spread on his face. “I sure love it, but Dongmin... why all of the sudden?” Simply asking, he takes a step closer to you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

-“I want you to appreciate everything you have, and always remember these moments with me, and with all the people you love who love you even more back.” While he was talking, you realized what he meant, without him mentioning the medication, or even the word that described your inner pain. Somehow, he managed to heal it for a bit, like a 1000 pieces puzzle, he was the 100 first pieces.

Dongmin wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you closer to his chest, -“You gave me forever, you can’t escape it,” he chuckles, all you could hear at this moment was his heartbeat and his calming voice.

Moonbin:

It was the usual weekly day Bin and you always go on a date. This time he took you for a weekend out of town, spending time together once a week when the two of you are busy the rest of the time is the best thing and you only could adore him for planning this.

Moonbin suddenly stopped, tired of walking for an hour, but having great time talking with you about life and everything that was going on lately. You sat on the cool grass, beautiful, pink flowers growing near, suddenly tears started to stream down your cheeks. “Baby?” Bin softly asks, moving the piece of hair that hid your face. “Oh my- baby, what’s wrong?” The tone of his voice became more nervous, you couldn’t answer but just nod your head. “Look at me, dear, lift your head baby...” he placed his finger beneath your chin, managing to lift it so you could look at him.

It never happened with him before, this anxiety attacks, and you couldn’t even explain it to him. But you wanted him to know what you’re going through so badly, so you pulled your backpack closer, taking the medication out. “Baby...” he lowers his voice, taking the medicine in one hand while the other is holding yours. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-“. you cut him off by saying, -“No, don’t be sorry. Please, just hug me.” You say while sobbing, as he immediately obeys and hugs you tightly. “Everything will be okay, believe me, we will go through this together.” He whispers in your ear while hugging, as you stayed like this until the sun set.

Minhyuk:

Minhyuk was the sweetest kind of person around you, he liked to take you with him everytime he had something exciting to do other than work. Your boyfriend was aware of your anxieties thanks to Moonbin who told him because he was worried. At first, Minhyuk wanted to call you and tell you he knows, but he wasn’t sure if he should or not, so he waited for the right time to talk about it with you.

-“Y/n, wanna go down town?” Minhyuk asked when you just got out of shower. “Uhm... sure...” there was something different in his question, a sudden urge to go somewhere instead of just chill at home. And the fact that he was already dressed, and not in the usual sweats he wears on days off.

A night out with Minhyuk can’t be bad, it can only help you get the bad thoughts out of your mind. When you arrived, Minhyuk was trying to distract you from everything that might be too much for you to handle.

“Baby! Strawberries!” Minhyuk tapped your should several times, calling out excitingly since your favorite snack was strawberry drizzled with sweet syrup on top. You laugh at your boyfriend when he grabbed the stick with coated strawberries, posing for a picture.

-“Minhyuk... why all of the sudden?” You ask him when he takes your hand in his, walking slowly in the crowded space. “Ah... I missed being with you like this I guess...” he replies with his husky voice. -“come on, we went for a walk like two days ago, for 3 hours!” You chuckle at the end. -“Think of a better excuse.” You say and hand him your phone, this time you posed for a pic. “I know you have anxiety attacks,” he wasn’t able to keep it a secret from you anymore, finally saying it out loud when the place is getting less crowded. -“I know you do, Minhyuk. Just wanted you to finally say it yourself, I saw you looking in my bag this morning when you found the medicine.”

“The reason I didn’t say it earlier, is that I care for you, a lot. I don’t want you to feel depressed or lonely ever, and I’m here to make you feel better, I love you y/n.” It felt like he was confessing his love again to you, his sweet words made you fall for him like you did for the first time.

Sanha:

Sanha noticed you’re feeling different lately, and he didn’t want to ask you what happened since he knew you wouldn’t tell him because you don’t want him to worry about your condition. But he once saw the medication box you threw into the bedroom’s trash bin, instead to the bigger one, and he searched for it on the internet.

Most of the time when you’re with him, you feel much better, but he knows how depressed you are when he’s not around.

You woke up, he’s missing again, but his covers weren’t folded which means he’s at home today. He usually folds his covers when he leaves to work at home and leaves a note to you, and this morning, no folded blanket, no notes.

“Sanha?” You call out his name, looking for your y’all boyfriend around the big house. There’s a scent of something good cooking. Vanilla.

-“Y/n, you woke up!” Sanha drop the tongs on the counter and run to hug you, being careful not to touch you with the oily plastic gloves.

“Are these- churros?” You ask when you see the heart shaped dough inside the boiling oil. Your boyfriend hums and nods his head as a response, -“I planned to make you a breakfast in bed, but since you’re here now, you should taste one.” He leads you to the kitchen counter, it was a complete mess, but it somehow warmed your heart to see the mess he did, just because it was with good intentions. “What is it all for, Sanha?” You ask him while taking a bite from the heart shaped-chocolate drizzled churro, it was as soft as a cloud, a bit sweet.

-“I know you love this, and I know you’re taking medication baby. You should have told me, I want to take care of you when I’m able to.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know next time, but can we eat now?” You stick your thumb nail between your teeth and bring the other half of the heart churro closer to his lips.

His words made your heart calmer, he was really the cure to your current condition.

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henryobsessed · 4 years

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I Took You Home - One Miss Step

Summary: Passion overcomes reason

Warning: Sex Scene - Vanilla, Angst

Word Count : 1500

Previous Chapter 7

Chapter 8 – One miss-step

Her lips were warm and tantalising on his, no longer timid he felt her hands removing his shirt as their tongues danced. She was special, he didn't want just a one-night stand with her instead he wanted to cherish her. His resolve to not lose control around her weakened, as her hands caressing his chest burned, turning his thoughts to mush as his desire took over. His lips trailed to her neck, the feel of her heartbeat pulsing through his tongue as he kissed, suckled and marked her throat. He heard her moan as he continued to caress her with his tongue, her hands fighting to loosen his belt, her fingers grazing the top of his hard stomach as she undid his top button.

Hands, lips, beating hearts, Henry was breathing hard. They had managed to remove all but their lower undergarments. Reba's body was under his on the bed, his lips unable to move far from hers. A hunger had flamed that was burning his brain, but there was still somewhere in the recesses of his mind that warned him to slow down. He stilled for a moment and looked her in the eyes, he could see the passion there, her own control lost. He took that moment to caress her face, bring her attention back to him and off the arousal she was feeling. "Reba, are you sure you want to do this?" her eyes focused on him, searching his face, she reached up her hand and ran it through his hair pulling him back down into a more gentle kiss. Her lips moving to his ear, her soft breath sending a chill down his spine as she whispered "I've never wanted anything more than to be here with you in this moment"

If his heart wasn’t already beating through his chest those words would have done him in. An idea filled his mind and caused his hardening member to twitch. Henry first removed her boyleg pants and then his own taking his time, hands caressing her legs as he lay down beside her. They faced each other for a moment, his hands caressing her face and then down to her hips. He could see some anxiety filter across her face as she looked down his body. A brief thought filtered through his mind, if she could have some control, he knew she would enjoy it more. At that thought he pulled her on top of him, she laughed at the surprising movement as she now straddled his hips her wet warmth covering him.

The sight before him was beautiful, her smile that made her face light up. The sound of her laughter as she sat straddling him, her breasts round and full enticing him to reach out and caress them. "Reba, I want you to enjoy this. So, you take your time, control how much you can take." It wasn't till he felt her hand holding his length and the warmth engulfing the tip that he realised what a bad idea this was. I might be good for her but would be torcher for him. He watched her face as he felt her slowly lower herself onto him. He groaned at the tightness, feeling her walls pulling him in as she finally sat, his hardness completely engulfed. He watched her face the pain being chased away by the pleasure.

To say he didn't want to be the one in control was a lie, right now all he wanted to do was flip her on her back and seek his own pleasure. However once again she was making him want more, to show her more love, pleasure and trust than he had ever granted another. A loud groan spilled from his lips as she started to move testing the feeling of him inside her. Then she lowered her lips back to his as she began to slowly move her hips. Pulling more groans from his belly as she sped up increasing her desire and chasing the orgasm that he could feel was not far off as she quivering around his length. Knowing he needed to pull out soon as his own was not far away he moved to shift them.

It was a small action, it should not have caused the chaos it did, but in that moment, she fell over the edge, arching back and shuddering. Her face showing a look of surprise as his own face pulled into a look of panic, unable to move as his body took over and his own orgasm took control.

In that moment something happened, He had always been so careful. The girls he had been with had known the score, if an accident happened, they would just take a morning after pill or they were already on the pill, so it didn't really matter. This was different, he already knew she would not have been on the pill. Would not have thought she would need to. She fell into his arms, her laughter gone replaced by a silence. His own thoughts keeping him quiet. Exhausted they held each other till sleep overtook them.

The next morning seemed like nothing bad had happened, in fact the opposite, Henry had woken up with Reba tucked in his arms, her gentle rise and fall of her chest indicating she was still asleep. He had heard Kal yipping to be let out, so he slowly disentangled himself from her and walked the desperate pup outside. As he stood in the early morning sunlight, he wondered what life would be like if Reba was a permanent fixture. He could get used to waking up to her in his arms, she could travel with him, as a writer she could work from anywhere in the world. His thoughts wondered to an intimidating place, what if she did get pregnant from their surprise last night. He had at 37 decided that it was time to settle down to have a family. Could he consider it being with Reba?

Kal had finished his business and was happily running around the backyard chasing a hare that had mistaken his yard for home. "Kal, come" he commanded catching the pup's attention allowing the hare to escape. Walking back inside he went to put on some coffee and decided to make Reba a hot breakfast. Wanting to surprise her with breakfast in bed. As he put the last finishing touches to his scrambled eggs and bacon, he heard a sound from upstairs, a ringing. Dam his phone was going off, so much for waking her with a kiss. As he entered the room, he saw Reba on his phone, "Yes I'll tell him, wait he's just walked in I'll hand you to him." Her eyes fell on his, silently searching it seemed, and then to the breakfast a small smile curving her lips as he handed it to her then took his phone.

Henry sat next to Reba as she ate, "This is lovely Henry, thank you." Her small smile staying at that. A small ball of worry sat in his stomach, was she ok? "How do you feel after last night? Are you sore? I can run you a bath if you like" his mind scrambled hoping that the walls he saw creeping back into her eyes would not stay. She shook her head at the mention of a bath "its ok, I can have one when I get home. You need to get moving your boss wanted you down at the studio fairly soon." It wasn't her words but the way she said them. She sounded resigned controlled. Henry sighed, what he really wanted to do was to take her into his arms again. To cuddle her and make her feel safe, to let her know how even in this small amount of time, he knew he wanted her, and only her. "Will you stay here, wait for me. It shouldn't take long. Then we can talk." She looked down at her plate of food and picked up the last piece of bacon and nodded before placing it in her mouth.

Henry leant down and kissed the top of her head, "I'll be back soon Promise" with that he showered, dressed and ran out the door.

The shoot took longer than he had expected, technical difficulties and wardrobe malfunctions hindering his effort to get home to Reba. He left the lot at 3:30pm and by the time he got home the sun had dipped behind the trees. His stomach churned with trepidation as he approached the house, it stood dark, cold. No lights shone from any of the windows. As he opened the door Kal ran to meet him, dancing as if he had been kept inside too long. He let Kal outside, then walked from room to room he didn't call out, didn't make a sound, the dread that was pooling in his gut let him know she was gone he just hoped it was not for good.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 2.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: I think we found the right ground for this... Something (it ain't one shot but I don't know if we can call it series either, we'll see). I like to start with something like Rue did - a bit of narrating and then slowly slipping into the "episode". Let me know if something will not add up for you, ok?

Word count: 2.5 K

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and drug addiction, strong LBGT themes, age gap, Rue's maniac/bipolar episodes. The normal things.

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Sometimes the feeling of not belonging somewhere grows over your head so much that you actually feel like you don't belong anywhere, to no one. That you don't even have a place to come back to. It is scary to go through a place alone when all those people look at you because they see for the first time. It feels like they are whispering things about you, that they are laughing at you and you can feel the anxiety inside of you growing.

It hurts. It hurts so much that you just want to crawl onto the toilette cab, sit there and cry to your own knees until it's over.

Those shared looks judging your appearance, your looks, your make-up or your old favorite shoes. Those are the things that slowly kills you from the inside.

The people smoke there even tho they shouldn't, snorting because of some jokes, looking all cool and chilled and for you, it is a walk of shame. Your head is kept down and you continue to the building at a quick pace, hoping that you will not be too exciting for them. And it doesn't matter if it's a new workplace, new school or a new home for seniors for that matter. It's the same over and over again.

A neverending cycle.

To find the office where you had to pick up the paperwork that needed to be done and taking your schedule was probably the hardest thing you have ever done. It felt almost impossible. The crowd and groups of people your age took you from one side of the building to the another and you felt so lost. Like never before.

The door finally appeared after first class already started. When you slowly stepped into that small room, you looked like a mess. It was a small room with one window, it's walls were calmingly green and the pictures and motivational posters with kittens made you grin.

An old lady smiled at you from behind the desk. She appeared to be a kind person. It comforted you a bit, sitting in her office, looking her to her hazel-brown eyes with the last bit of confidence you were able to find somewhere inside of you.

“So you are new here, I see, I see.” - Mrs. Smith told you when she prepared the papers for your parents to sign up and printed you your own class schedule. Her heart-shaped face lit up with a smile when she leaned closer to you. - “Don't worry about being late. No one showed you around and you could find me anyway. It is totally fine if you will be lost in this building for the first couple of days, sweetie. You need to learn a lot.” - Her fingers patted your wrists knitted together tightly. You accidentally exhaled out loud because you held your breath again, smiling at her lazily.

“Hope that the professors won't be mad.” - A giggle came out of your mouth and Mrs. Smith stood up to brew you some tea.

“You can be here for until the end of your first class if you’re so scared. You seem to be feeling uncomfortable, am I right?” - She gave you the cup, sugar to add-in and a cookie. Your head nodded. - “I am a granny of two, I can sense when you don’t feel good."

A couch in the corner was the place you chose to chill at. You sat in a small ball there with your knees crossed over each other, your earbuds plugged into the small jack on the top of your phone and sometimes you sipped a bit of the tea.

The feeling of melancholy took over you as you went through the new post on Instagram made by people who you were used to seeing daily. Once again, you felt like you didn't belong to that place, like on a short trip to Disneyland. But this trip was permanent. And the harder the reality dropped on your shoulders, the worse you felt.

You couldn't say that you hate this whole place. You liked it, it was a normal city, normal neighborhood, nothing too weird. But that little worm of knowing that you're not at home anymore was keeping that feeling alive. For a few moments, your eyes and your mind drifted away into a place far away in your head.

The bell-ringing was a sound you almost welcomed. It brought you back to reality, leaving Mrs. Smith's little office. It made your mind occupied with different things, your nose shoved into the piece of paper with the schedule. Mrs. Smith was kind enough to print you a map of the school and gave you how you should go. That was a thing that made you smile. Kindness. Random kindness from a woman who saw a strange girl for the first time. It was her job most probably but you were thankful for it either way.

Sometimes all of us feel like a hero of a novel or a movie. The days slowly become on a long, neverending surreal piece of art as the faces and colors mash up into one painting. Your mind seems to be too occupied to actually take notice of something. Too occupied to take a hold of itself and you drift away into places far, far away.

You couldn't seem to remember or recall a single word the teachers have said to you. And they seemed to ignore you as well, it was like a symbiosis. Why should they be excited about you? A new face in the crowd was not that interesting to ask for a name. It was just one face between many ones. Why should they care? Your face wasn't anything that has the power to change the whole world. Or your name.

First moments you actually took notice of were when you made it to the cafeteria. Nobody looked at you anymore. You just took your plate and ordered some food like a normal student.

A table in the back of the cafeteria felt ideal for you. You sat there with your lunch and ate, just watching the others and looking though your notebooks and what have you written down. To your surprise, your hand wrote automatically for you and there were truly some pieces of information written down in your typical messy handwriting.

"Hey, loser. Why you're alone?" - A girl's voice asked you in a cocky manner. At first, you thought that it's finally here - your first bully. But when your eyes found her face, she seemed to be strangely kind with a cocky smile and raised eyebrows. Messy brown curls framed her face while her skin had the color of darkened caramel. Your clothing style was really similar - but her Converse shoes were all tied up and not torn.

She had a tall girl next to her. Her make-up was heavy, her hair was a color extravaganza and her clothing style reminded you of anime cosplay and San Diego's comic con. Her skin was almost white, Albin-ish or what. Something made her really pretty. Whether it was her large nose or her eyes, you couldn't tell. But she seemed nice, her presence felt nice as well even tho you saw her for the first time ever. Her lips were giving you a graceful smile, she rolled her eyes at the brunette's questions and then she pinned her eyes on you.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm just kiddin', girl. You're lookin' all like holy shit I'm busted, like in the series about that cheating bastards. Oh man, you should see yourself. But you're sitting at our table." - The brunette said less cockily and more jokingly, slowly sitting down with her food.

"Does that mean I should leave?" - Your voice trembled and you sound panicked. Brunette took a good, long look at you and the other girl sat next to her.

"Of course you can stay! Don't be angry about Rue. She's a pain in the ass when she has her episodes. Right now, we're in the manic phase so she won't shut up. And she has mean comments that don't make sense most of the tomes." - The girl with pretty the make-up offered her hand for a handshake and you accepted it. - "Name's Jules by the way. That's Rue." - Just as Jules said Rue's name, Rue managed to pull of Eminem's old rapping pose from one of his album covers and nodded at you with a weird cocky smile.

"Wazzup', newbie?" - Rue said with a high laugh while Jules looked like she's about to kill her in the next few moments.

"I'm Y/N." - You said quietly and Jules let go of your hand.

"Ya all brand new out 'ere, aren't ya?" - Rue entwined her fingers on the table and you looked you dead in the eye, being serious all of a sudden. Like a detective. -"She thinks she's like Morgan Freeman or what when she has her phases. A detective or what." - Jules laughed.

"But Morgan Freeman is the man, Jules. Just the man. He's all cool and shit." - Rue laughed at her. Those two seemed to be a funny pair of... Friends? A couple? You couldn't tell. They acted like friends, but they looked at each other with tender smiles. You could only guess.

“What did bring you this part of the world? Adventure or lousy parents?” - Jules gave you a slight smirk and playfully raised her eyebrows.

“Dads work brought us here. But I and my siblings are kinda cool about all of that. We can have a new experience.” - You shrugged your eyebrows and took a bite of your sandwich.

“If you're looking for a drug paradise, ya are right where ya wanted to be, whaddayasay?” - Rue wiggled her eyebrows and opened her yogurt, sticking her spoon inside of it, drolling some pills into the vanilla pudding with her long, delicate yet strong fingers. Your eyes instantly popped out and your it almost fell out as you watched the pills.

“What. The. Hell?” - You squealed in a high pitched tone and rose her eyebrows, asking you about what is the matter.

“I have BPAD, what did ya expect, man? This is the better way to take the medication. Ya want me to gulp all of it or what?” - Rue said in a joking tone, she was ironic, but she gave you that addict look.

“Trust me, I searched through her bag. This is really only the medication for her BD. It's cool. No drugs.” - Jules assured you. You nodded slowly with a frown on your face. Could Rue had some history with addiction? Or what was Jules talking about? You watched the way Rue slowly mixed her pudding.

“Just the way I love it.” - Rue hummed happily with her eyes closed. She had a tired look on her face, the bags under her eyes made her gaze look more devilish and her cheeks were too sharp. But she had a beautiful mouth and full lips.

“If you don't mind a pair of weirdos as your friends, we agreed we could make a trio out of our duo. But we are something between girlfriends and friends so I just want to warn before any weird situations happen.” - Jules put her head on Rue's shoulder and smiled happily.

“After ten minutes you know me? Wow, that was a quick one.” - You joked and Rue pointed on you with her spoon.

“Ten minutes is everything you need to know if a person is a dickhead - trust me, I would know if you're a super dickhead. Ya seem to be cool.” - Rue winked. Was the situation that bad in here? Just ten minuted to know if a person is a dickhead? That was something.

So what was in stock for you? An ex-junkie with a BPAD and an all-anime-about girl who looked like a colorful extravaganza. Better than a jock with his nose rose up and an attitude of a dickhead or a chick with anorexia you thought to yourself. As always you were lost in your head for a moment - thinking about Rue's disorder. They told you that Rue is in her manic state, how was she like during her depression moments? Will it be alright?

“Okay. Cool.” - You said in the end. New people and new friends, just as your older sis said. It felt really cool.

“Welcome to the losers club.” - Rue winked at you playfully.

At three p.m. Fran waited on you and your brother in the car. You stuck with Rue and Jules for the rest of your day, Rue's manic ass making you laugh all day. You didn't find her bickering and manic shit annoying at all, you laughed at it a lot actually. Both of you walked you back to your sister's car, do not letting your anxiety get over your head.

“See ya tomorrow, the new one.” - Rue giggled and threw her hand over her girlfriend's shoulder and brought her closer to her small, thin body, hugging her tightly.

“See you tomorrow, guys.” - You smiled and crawled into Fran's car. Your sis was smiling at you proudly, waving to Rue and Jules. You could feel that Fran is excited about that. You lean from the car's window and waved at them excitedly. Rue was dramatic, holding her entwined palms on her chest, sending you some kisses and pretending to cry.

“I told you, shithead. You have friends! Nice!” - Fran patted your upper thigh and grinned in front of you. You two took the same route you took on your way to school.

The gas station came up to your sight quicker than it did before. Nobody was there this time - no smoking boy with a blue design t-shirt and jeans hugging his upper thigs. The spot which came significant to you that morning was empty now, no boy in your sight.

“What you're lookin' at, shithead? Some magical place you're searching for? You did the exact same thing in the morning.” - Fran told you quietly, lighting up her cigarette before mom could see her smoking.

“Nothing. Let it be.” - You smiled at her shily and sat back to your seat.

The feelings of loneliness can be a long time thing. But sometimes, just sometimes and when you are really lucky, someone can show you wour place and make you feel like someone cares about you. You can meet new, special people who take you as you are.

And when you are this lucky, nothing can be better than that. But not to give you false promises - it isn't a thing that does happen every time.

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