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Amazon is a fucking liar, and you have half a mind to sue them for putting wrong information on their website. What they listed as ‘discreet packaging’ ended up being a clear, see-through bag with no sort of protective wrapping at all, and you’re fuming.

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- Jason never really understood the point of marriage, except for maybe some benefits in filing your taxes

- And then he meets you, and it all just clicks

- He loves you so much, and he wants to spend all of his time with you

- He wants to come home to see your sleeping form in his bed

- He wants to wake up to your kiss

- He wants to spend late Sunday morning afternoons in a bubble bath with you

- He doesn’t want for you to ever go back home

- He wants to be your home

- Because that’s what it means to be married

- So when you’re just waking up, still half asleep, he slips a simple ring onto your finger

- “Be mine, and stay by my side forever, and I’ll make you happier than anyone else in the world.”

- You smile as tears slide down your face.

- “I’m already all yours”

- You have a simple courtroom wedding, and you both decide you’d rather use the money for your honeymoon and house than feed a million people you don’t really care about

- Bruce hears about the wedding and throws you a small reception with the family and some close friends

- “You really didn’t have to do this, thank you so much.”

- “You don’t have to thank him (Y/N), we never asked for any of this” Jason’s still thankful regardless, he kind of wanted to have a big fancy wedding and see you all dressed up

- Bruce pays for the honeymoon and gives you both some very nice wedding gifts as well as a hefty check

- “I just want my kids to have fun when they start their life together.”

- You give him a big hug

- “Thanks Dad”

- You go somewhere hot for your honeymoon, like Mexico or maybe the Caribbean

- “Jason I just changed!” You practically yell as a sigh escapes you as his hands wander over your body.

- “Yeah” he smirks “another outfit for me to give you an orgasm in”

- The simplest things turn him on, seeing you in a swim suit, rubbing sunscreen onto your back, waking up to see you wearing one of his shirts

- It’s all just bad for his health

- He probably writes his initials in the sunscreen on your back tbh

- So when when it tans everyone knows who you belong to

- “Hey you said in sickness and in health babe”

- “What does that have to do with anything?”

- “Mental health, is still about health”

- “…… why are you like this”

- If you like wearing a swimsuit with strings, like a string bikini, and you fall asleep on the beach, Jason will untie all the strings until you wake up

- “Jason what are you doing?”

- “Shhh”

- Then when you’re finally awake he’ll grope you, and kiss all along the curve of your body

- “Jason, stop teasing me…”

- This eventually leads to sleepy beach sex

- You go parasailing together, Jason sails the boat.

- “I didn’t know you could sail Jason!” You shout

- “Oh yeah I can do all sorts of stuff?”

- He actually doesn’t know how to “technically” sail, but he’s doing okay so far

- Jason almost crashes the boat

- When you come back you sub let your place and sit on the floor of Jason’s apartment surrounded by papers

- A stack of boxes, all with the stuff from your apartment behind you

- “Do this is how much we got from everyone at the wedding, this is all the stuff we got from the wedding, and this is how much we both make a month”

- “Well that doesn’t look to bad.” Jason says

- “This is how much a motgatge payment on a house would cost a month”

- “Oh”

- You both decide to sublet your places and get a new, slightly bigger apartment somewhere nicer

- All the bat boys find out and start sending you both listings for available places

- “I know it’s a little pricey, but it’s actually a really nice lake house, with a loan I don’t think it’s a bad deal”

- Well they all come to YOU with ideas

- “Thanks for the suggestion Dick, but we can’t afford a house right now, we’re just looking for an apartment”

- World tickles down the grapevine and eventually Bruce hears about it

- “I should have bought them a house,” he pauses and looks at Alfred “I shouldn’t have bought them the China set and the cuisineart collection I should have bought them a house”

- Alfred just rolls his eyes

- “Master Bruce, you gave them a check for fifteen thousand dollars, I believe they could have made a down payment with that.”

- And it’s true you could have

- But Jason doesn’t want the house you start your life in to be built from Bruce’s money

- For a while you both left the envelope untouched

- Eventually you cashed it and put all the money in a separate bank account

- When Bruce finds out, he and Jason have a little talk

- “Don’t take it the wrong way Bruce, I appreciate the support.”

- Bruce doesn’t understand

- “I want to build that house for her, with the money I earned, and with my own hands.”

- And somehow, Bruce has never felt prouder of Jason.

- “I raised you pretty well”
- Jason snorts

- “If that’s what you want to call what you did”

- Just a relationship built on mutual respect for each other

A Tumblr-less friend posted this theory her husband had. I slammed the headcanon button so hard I should have bought it dinner first.

Thor: Banner, I desire to act like a normal human for a time. How should I accomplish this?
Bruce: Well, um, normal people don’t have your speech pattern, for one. They, um, have jobs and hobbies…
Thor: Hobbies?
Bruce: You know, photography, video games, puzzles…
Thor: And how does one acquire a ‘job’?
Bruce: Most people use the inter… you should probably look in the classifieds in a newspaper. Also, try shaving the beard and cutting your hair- you’re a bit recognizable.
Thor: *sees Superman/Clark Kent costume* A disguise? Like that man?
Bruce: Sure, yeah, glasses work.

-later, above a Chinese restaurant-

Thor: Hello? I saw your ad. I’m Kevin.

Friends Part 3

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1790

Warnings: Fluffy so much fluffy

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing. 

credits to the gif owner

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You have been waiting in the parking lot in the car for the past 15 minutes, in 5 minutes Dan will arrive for your date and you don’t know if you’re ready for it. Sure, Dan was a great guy, he was nice and funny and polite. But there is a part of you that is hearing Bucky’s words in your brain over and over again and as much as you try you can’t silence it.

You hate how insecure you feel right now, what if Bucky was right and Dan was using you for some ulterior motive? Or if Dan was drunk and regretted asking  you for this date? You try to calm yourself down, thinking about all the possibilities in the worst case scenario “You went to another failed date and you had an overpriced cup of coffee” you think.

You get out of the car when you see Daniel coming down the street “You look beautiful.” He says you can’t help but blush, you are wearing some jeans, with a white shirt and flats. Nothing that deserves such a compliment “You look nice too, black really make your eyes pop.”  He smiles shyly at you, having almost the same reaction as you with the complement.

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It Fucking Hurts

Originally posted by septicplier

  • Teamiplier x Reader
  • Summary: The reader is at the ER and trying to keep it on the down low as to not draw attention to themselves or worry their friends, but thanks to the fandom, they find out anyway and come to rescue.
  • Non gender specific pronouns.
  • Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of hospitals and medical conditions and equipment. Proceed with caution.

The pain had taken over, your body was shaking and your face was pale. Nothing else mattered in that moment, you wanted to be okay again.

Your name was called and you had your vitals checked and you described your stomach pain, and then you were given a bed as you waited for a doctor. 
You were in desperate need of something to distract you from the pain as you knew you could do nothing but wait. You opened up twitter and froze in fear at what you saw.

A fan account had posted a photo that hadn’t yet loaded on the slow hospital wifi, captioned “is that Y/N? What’s wrong? :<” and as the photo appeared, it was you, sitting in the waiting room. You calmed yourself as you were sure there’s no way the team would see, but the calm soon faded as you saw the numbers rocketing up, people RT it and tagging your friends. Before you had time to think, a call came in from Kathryn.

Despite how guilty you always felt when your friends helped out, you couldn’t act tough anymore. As your body shook and your stomach burned with the taste of stomach acid lingering in your mouth, you answered.
“Y/N what the fuck? Are you in the hospital? Why didn’t you tell any of us?” She sounded slightly angry, but you knew she just cared, a lot. You broke down at hearing her.
“I hate to be in the spotlight but fuck Kat, I’m in so much pain. I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m not okay. I’m shaking and vomiting and I don’t know what’s happening.” You started to sob, keeping your voice low as to not to disturb other patients.
“Where are you? I’m coming.”
“I’m sitting on a bed in the ER, not sure where just ask at the desk”
“Okay. I know the gang are gonna see it too, they’re probably trying to call you now, so I’ll tell them I’m on my way." 
You whimpered a "thank you” between sobs as you hung up the phone and hugged your knees, crying in pain as it flooded your body and mind.

After what felt like a lifetime you saw a doctor, who asked too many questions and poked and prodded before coming to the conclusion he was sure you had appendicitis and would need surgery to remove it, which you should go down for within the next few hours. He put you on IV fluids to combat dehydration. As if the overwhelming pain wasn’t enough, you were now also awaiting surgery and terrified. You had been rolling from side to side trying to find something comfortable, something to even slightly to take the edge off of the searing pain in your appendix. You turned onto your side with your head on your hand, resting the other on the bed as fluids flowed into your IV. Your body jerking constantly causing the bed to shake slightly, you closed your eyes as the tears poured down your cheeks and you clenched all your muscles as you tried to remember to keep breathing.

You heard footsteps go from a fast pace to stopping dead in their tracks followed by a soft whimper. You slightly and slowly opened your eyes. Ethan took the seat by your bed and perched on the edge, moving his hand to gently intertwine his fingers with your hand, trying to not touch the IV. His hands gently shook and you met his gaze to see sad eyes filled with tears.

“I think he went this-” you heard Tyler’s familiar voice, cutting his sentence short when he saw your quivering body lying limp on the bead. Mark, Amy and Kathryn soon poured in to see you too. They took seats in your little cubicle, speechless with shock.

“Hey stop shaking, im okay” you say to Ethan, stroking his hand with your thumb.

“Could say the same for you, Y/N. You’ll cause an earthquake.” You heard from Mark with a giggle. You managed to slightly smirk at his comment.

“She can’t help it Mark she’s clearly not okay.” Ethan retaliated turning to Mark, who hadn’t yet realised the emotional state that the blue boy was in. Mark met his eyes and got up and hugged him, trying not to tear up himself. The team all pulled their chairs closer to your bed so they could sit close and comfort each other as well as you. You could tell nobody knew what to say and were probably scared to ask you decided to speak up.

“Appendicitis. Going in for surgery soon.” You managed to get out in between sobs from pain. Marks eyes lit up almost in anger.
“Y/N! That shit is fucking insanely painful! How did you not tell us earlier?” He asks, having been through it himself.
“I said you seemed off at the office, I should have bought you here regardless of how fine you said you were…” Ethan said with tears in his eyes. You felt terrible. 
“Ethan I didn’t want to worry anyone, and if it wasn’t for that fan tweet I wouldn’t have.”
“So you’d have just told us you weren’t gonna be in as you had surgery overnight and kept it secret?” Tyler chimed in.

You had too much going on to argue and gave in. 
“I’m sorry. I hate making you guys worry about me. I hate feeling guilty for you caring for me. But you’re here now, and to actually be honest for once, I appreciate you caring about me. I’m really scared. It fucking hurts.” You whimpered out, and within seconds you’d made Mark and Tyler Cry, and for the next ten minutes the entire team comforted you, gently rubbing your shoulders and whispering how well you were doing in your ears.

“The OR is ready, were gonna take you down. Your friends can stay here and wait if they want, but only one friend can come with you until your put out.” A surgeon said and waited as everyone looked at each other, apart from Ethan, who almost seemed as if he didn’t hear, and remained twiddling your fingers between his.

“Alright blueberry, hop on the bed.” Mark said gently touching his back, making sure he was listening. You saw the confusion in his face as there was no discussion as to who would go, but he happily agreed, you scooted over and he laid next to you, making sure the wires of your IV didn’t tangle. He wrapped his arm around you as you rested your head on his chest. He ran his free hand through your hair, and Amy snapped a photo of the bittersweet moment as the surgeon wheeled your bed away from the team. You gripped onto Ethan’s shirt, feeling unsafe of the moving bed. He gently squeezed your arm and pulled you in tighter. Suddenly you felt just a little bit safer.

A/N: By popular demand I wrote a part two to this fiction which you can read here! I hope you enjoy!

Joly and Jehan have some tea

(900 w, for @petalprouvaire, because I want their notifs to be full of nice things.)

Joly watches Jehan rummage through the communal kitchen drawer in their shared kitchen.

“I was sure I put a tea infuser in here,” they hum distractedly.

“The joys of student housing,” Joly smiles. He’s leaning against the rather battered kitchen table, glad that Jehan’s housemates aren’t home. It’s much nicer to hang out with them alone.

Jehan snorts and bends over to look in the back of the drawer. “Aha.” They take out the elusive tea infuser.

“You know I think we have four of those by now,” Joly laughs. “Bossuet keeps losing them and buying new ones and I keep finding them.”

“House sprites,” Jehan says decidedly.

“Maybe,” Joly smiles fondly. He quite likes the idea of spirits watching over a house, he just has a hard time imagining them doing it for a city apartment.

Jehan makes them both a cup of tea and Joly watches them potter around the kitchen.

“How’s the new semester?” he asks curiously. It’s always nice to hear Jehan talk about history.

“Pretty good!” Jehan says, nodding happily. “I made everyone uncomfortable by talking about platonic marriages in monasteries, but so far so good.”

Joly laughs and takes his cup from Jehan. “Good.”

Jehan talks about their new history classes a while and Joly follows them back to their room. He likes Jehan’s room. It’s small but they’ve dressed it up so nicely. It’s soft and colourful, just like them. It’s also full of unexpected things, just like them.

Joly’s eye falls on the window. “Oh, your herbs are doing well!” he exclaims delightedly.

“I know!” Jehan beams. They look lovingly at the row of potted herbs perched on their windowsill. “I like living in the city, but I must have a garden.” They lovingly stroke the silky leaves of a young sage plant.

While they are thus occupied, Joly quickly takes the present he’s smuggled in out of his pocket and places it quietly on their desk, next to the mug of tea they put down. When Jehan turns around and reaches for it, they see it and stop, hand hovering in the air. Their eyes dart to Joly, who puts on his most innocent face.

“Joly…” Jehan says chidingly.

“It’s just a small one this time, I promise!” Joly grins. It is not his fault his friends are so fun to buy presents for.

“We agreed to take turns,” Jehan protests, but they can’t help smiling.

“Yes, but I saw this and thought of you and-” Joly waves his hands around impatiently. “Just open it will you?”

Jehan takes the package and carefully unwraps the flowery paper. That is Joly’s Jehan-paper, he knows they like it. “Joly,” Jehan says slowly, taking up the small, flat box. “You didn’t-”

“Open it,” Joly grins. He has been hoarding this present for a while, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

Jehan takes the lid off the box and makes a frantic noise. It’s a circlet made from a silvery chain hanging in draped half circles, decorated with beads and a medallion-like relief as the front piece. “Joly no,” they protest, but they’ve already taken it out of the box and Joly is beaming. “Where did you find it?” they ask.

“Medieval fair,” Joly says, face all shining with gladness. “Come on I, had to take it. Grantaire was with me, he made me promise I’d take a picture of you wearing it.”

Grantaire knew you had this!” Jehan gapes.

“Yet another reason why I couldn’t wait my turn,” Joly says solemnly. “He has been complaining incessantly at me that keeping secrets is bad for the soul.” To be fair, that was almost a reason to not give the present earlier.

Jehan laughingly shakes their head and darts to their mirror to try the circlet on. They turn around with a flourish. The medallion rests elegantly against their forehead and the beads and chain shimmer amongst their red locks.

“You look like medieval gentry,” Joly grins approvingly. This is exactly what they hoped for. “Now, pose for Grantaire!”

He grabs his phone and Jehan blows a kiss at him while he takes a picture.

“Awesome,” Joly smiles. It’s a good picture. Grantaire will be stoked. He’ll probably want to draw them.

Jehan is beaming, but they quickly pull their face into a warning expression. “You jumped your turn though, so in retaliation you’re getting an actual surprise.”

Joly grimaces. “Aw, no…” Surprises are one thing. Knowing he’s getting a surprise is something else.

“Serves you right!” Jehan teases.

“Fair enough,” Joly smiles. He sits down on Joly’s desk chair and Jehan sits down on the edge of their bed. “I am going to try to find out what the surprise is though,” he warns. “And R will probably help me in exchange for the picture.”

“Good thing I can keep a secret,” Jehan says meaningfully.

Joly sighs dramatically. “Tell me more about monasteries then.”

Jehan twinkles their eyes at him from behind their mug and happily begins to talk of the wonderful things they have found out about monastery life from the scribbles in the margins of copied works. Joly listens to them talk, sipping his tea slowly. He rarely drinks tea, but almost always does so with Jehan. It makes it part of visiting Jehan. Joly smiles. Everybody always says he’s so cheerful. Well, it’s a lot easier to be cheerful when you’ve got friends like Jehan.

Bad Girl Ch 22: A Little Show(M)

Didn’t even realize it was Baek’s birthday when I posted this! Happy birthday Baekhyun! 💕 p>Must read! Okay rushed too fast and forgot to add something to the end of the last chapter so please go back and reread the end of dinner. It’s not required but it does give you a look into what will happen in the chapter after this one!


Yixing hums as he fascines his seat belt.

“Are you okay?” He suddenly got an edge to him when he pulled away from Haneul’s hug.

He nods and gives me a small smile, “I’m fine Baby, Noona just told me a secret.”

“It looked like she was teasing you,” I try and be playful but it doesn’t seem to help at all. I try to take the edge off again by reaching out for his hand and collapsing it in both of mine.

“Baby please be careful.”

I frown, “What?”

“Noona, she… she told me that there are bad people hanging around you and I want you to be careful.”

“Don’t worry Daddy, Jiho oppa is always looking out for me,” I try to reassure him but the way his hand tightens around mine I don’t imagine it helps much. “How was your day?” I try to change the subject.

“Absolutely boring, the clock could not move fast enough. The others felt the same, Baekhyun was bouncing out of his seat he was so excited to get out and go shopping for you.”

“He went shopping for me? We were supposed to go together,” I pout.

“After our change of plans and Suho got moved to tomorrow, Baekhyun threw fit saying that you guys were going to go shopping. So after a good round of arguing it was decided that he would get you tonight and he wants you to give him a full fashion show.”

I pause for a minute, “He wants what?”

“A fashion show, he most likely bought you a shit ton of things, work related and other, and he is going to want you to try on each thing.”

“This is going to be ridiculous.”

“Yea it is,” He laughs, “Just have fun and remember to smile.”


“For the camera,” He grins at me, “We had to come to an agreement somehow. Pictures seemed like a solid agreement.” He chuckles as he kisses the back of my hand.

“You guys are such perves,” I stick my tongue out at him.

We talk more about our days the drive home, his thumb constantly drawing small circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. Randomly he would bring my hand up and kiss it, giving me a warm feeling in my chest. Yixing is so warm, his personality seems to project a rainbow when he is with me but I know better. I wonder what he is like with Haneul when they are alone.


Once again, he hums, never taking his eyes off the road, “Yes?”

“How did you and Haneul unni meet? You don’t have to give me details really, just a vague description if possible.”

“Well,” He struggles to find the right words. “The simplest way to describe it would be that I walked in when she was in a bad situation and I solved it. After it was solved I helped her get her life together and she figured the rest out on her own.”

“So did she see you when you were in your foot soldier days?”

“I meet her a little while after I started them, why?”

“I want to know about that time in your guys lives. Haneul seems to know a lot.”

He chuckles, “Noona knows everything, that is kind of her thing.”

“Her thing?”

“How about you ask her the next time you talk? I’m sure she would be happy to explain it to you. But if she asks you to make a deal don’t agree to it because her knowledge comes with a price and you never know what it could be. I’m assuming since it’s you she will give you at least a little something for free.”

I nod as we pull up to the house, “Thank you for the amazing dinner.”

“You are welcome though as much as I enjoyed tonight I would prefer if it were just the two of us.”

“Next time.”

He escorts me inside where we are attacked by a group of whining men. They all take their time to greet me, hugging me and loving me. Unni’s words ring in my ears reminding me to hug each man tighter than usual, to look up at them with wide innocent eyes like I used to. Though they say nothing, they notice it right away. Baekhyun scoops me up last, he spins me around with a big smile on his face.

“Are you ready?” He muses

I nod eagerly, though I’m not that excited to constantly change outfits, but he looks so happy I can’t even be mad. We say farewell to the others as he basically drags me to his room where at least a dozen bags are scattered on the floor and on his bed. My jaw drops at the sight of them. “Daddy, don’t you think you went a little over board?”

“This is just the fun stuff,” He chuckles, closing my mouth for me, “I already put your work clothes in your room.”

“Fun stuff?”

He nods, “Remember that dress you wore for Chen all that time ago?”

I hum, a smile coming to my face at the memory.

“Well, I was hoping you would be feeling gracious and try on some of these outfits for me. And my camera.”

I eye the bags, a bit nervous for what could be inside but once again Haunel’s words ring in my ears. Next thing I know I’m sheading my clothes in his bathroom digging the first outfit out of the bag, it’s a fluffy dress that has my little side peeking her head out for the first time in a long time. I let her take over, feeling the soft frilly fabric between my fingers and letting smile spread across my face. It’s so cute. Digging deeper into the bag I find a pair of lace stocking, I pull in on, giggling at the ridiculous outfit. I peek my head out to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs bouncing with excitement, looking anywhere but at me.

I clear my throat drawing his eyes to me, “Baby!” He coos rushing to me and ripping the door open. I look down at my toes shyly, “You look absolutely adorable!” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a tight hug. He snaps a picture or two before letting his hands run up and down my thigh, his fingers play with the bows on the back of my stockings.

“I have a lot of things to try on so we gotta move on quick,” I note ad he runs is fingers over the dress.

He groans, “Fine, try on of the black bags next!”

I nod before going back in. I find the back bags he mentioned and pull out the little outfits in side. After I try on a few and take a few pictures, a sexy maid, a nurse, another princess dress before I see a pink bag near the bathtub. I pick it up and peek inside, both my little and I blush at the sight of it but I figure this would be a good climax. With pink cheeks I pull on the pink lace onsie and the stockings that go with it. For a minute I consider just going out like this but the last few things in the back would make it perfect so with a deep breath I put the accessories on and pull the door open a crack.

Baekhyun must not have been far from the door because he is ripping it open in no time, “What did you pick out next? Did you see the-“ His cheeks flush. His mouth opens slightly but he snaps it shut as he jaw clenches. I bite my lip as I watch him take it all in, the see through onsie, the stockings, the cat ears, and collar resting around my throat. The matte pink choker seems to take most of his attention though I understand why, the tag is what made me blush the most.

Property of Kim Baekhyun is carved into the golden metal hanging off the collar. With a deep breath I push out my bottom lip and let out the most ridiculous noise that has come out of my mouth, “Meow.”

It is so worth it though to see the utter shock on Baekhyun’s face. His jaw drops open, “Again.”

I peek up at him meekly, “Meow.”

He has me pinned against the wall faster than I thought possible, his face buried in the crook of my neck, “My sweet kitten.”

“I didn’t think you would like this kind of thing,” I admit

He chuckles, but doesn’t move away, “I’m usually not, this was a present for Yixing hyung but I think I need to change my mind. This is definitely something I can get on board with.”

I whimper when he starts trailing kisses up my neck, “Daddy.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues his way across my jaw and hovers above my lips. Our noses brush, his hands come up to cup my face, his thumb drags across my lip. His tongue imitates the action on his own pair of pink pillows. I wait for him to come closer but he doesn’t, he just continues to stare me down.

“Kiss me already,” I whine pulling him closer.

“I will, but I’m just enjoying the view first before I completely destroy you. Picture, I need a picture!” He tries to pull away but we are this far, he isn’t going to stop now. I reach up and grab onto the collar of his shirt and pull him in closer, smashing out lips together in an almost, animalistic kiss. He is as eager as he usually is but there is a slight difference, he is clinging to me tighter than I remember. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed, never letting our lips separate until I’m lying on my back, he is in between my legs reaching above my head for something. He returns with his phone, he sits back on his heels and takes a few snap shots before tossing it away carelessly. “My picture requirement has been reached, they can go fuck themselves.”

“I guarantee that is what they plan to do.”

“I would be lying if I said I won’t be doing the same,” He hums, “Maybe I should take a video?” He leans a way and tries to dive for his phone but I catch him and pull him back.

“No you don’t need that, I’m sitting right here in front of you waiting for you to spoil me with attention, isn’t that more important than some video.”

He chuckles as he drops to rest on his forearms so our faces are only inches away. “I love this,” He purrs as he kisses my neck once again, his lips brush against the collar. “I wish I could keep it on you all the time but just for now is good enough.”

“I thought this was a present for daddy Yixing.”

“There are other collars, I bought one for each us than one that claims  you as EXO’s. This one was for me and just me.” He pauses for a moment as his eyes scan me once more, “I should have bought another one of these outfits. I don’t know if I have patients to figure out how to get this off.”

“How about you let me do it?” I reach behind me and unbutton the back of the little jumper. Baekhyun watches closely as I slide the fabric off my shoulders allowing my breasts to be free. The second my chest is free his lips latch on to my collar bone, leaving hickeys across my chest. I’m going to tell him to stop and be patient but his hands find my breasts making only a moan come out of my mouth. He ruts against me making my thighs tighten around those sinful hips of his. “Give me a second to get his off.”

He growls against my neck but pulls away for a moment to let me do it. I shimmy it down my hips before kicking it off the bed. I open my arms wide, “Now you may continue.”

His lips resume their work on my chest, licking and sucking ever inch of skin. My fingers tangle through his hair, pulling him even closer. I’m so distracted by his tongue that I don’t notice his fingers sneaking up my leg until he has two wiggling their way inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but my hips react on their own, bucking against his hand for more.

“Daddy,” I moan clutching on to his hair tighter hoping he won’t tease me.

He chuckles, “Yes Baby?”

“More,” I demand a he tow fingers pump in and out of me lazily.

“What do you want more of? I’m not a mind reader, you need to use your words.”

“Daddy please fuck me.”

“Such crude language for such a little girl.”

I groan as he crooks his fingers just right, “Pretty please Daddy Baekhyun, make love to me.”

“Of course Baby,” He purrs taking away his fingers. I whine at the loss but he shushes me. “I’m just taking off my pants, no need to whine.” With those discarded he hooks my knees over his shoulders and positions himself at my entrance. “You have no idea how beautiful you look just like this,” He hums in approval. “I can’t wait to wreck you even more.”

He slams into me, having me basically folded in half allows him to plunge deep into my heat, hitting me in the right spot that has me seeing stars. He only gives me a moment to adjust before he is slamming into me at an almost animalist pace. His hands are holding my hips so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises tomorrow but right now it feels so good.

“How do you feel so amazing?” He groans. “You feel even better than I remember, how did I go a whole  year with out you?” He manages to go even faster, “I can never go without you again.”

The knot in my belly continues to wined it’s self tighter and tighter, my toes curl as I close my eyes and prepare myself to go over the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” He demands.

“I always need you,” I mumble, blinded with pleasure.

“Tell me how much you missed me.”

“So much!” I half scream as he thrusts become rougher.

“Tell me how much you-“ He doesn’t have time to finish before we are both coming, our voices mix together in pleasure. He lets my legs fall off his shoulders to rest on either side of his hips as he leans forward and buries his face in the crook of my neck.

I wrap my arms around him and whisper softly into his ear, “I love you more than you will ever know, don’t question it. I love you Baekhyun.”

He wraps himself tighter around me, cocooning me in his warmth, “I missed you so much. Please don’t ever leave us again, I couldn’t handle it again.” He chokes on his words, I feel wetness against my neck. He’s crying. “I love you.”

I hum, “I love you too.”

A/N: This is just a personal note from me to you readers, you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to but I hope you enjoyed the chapter! So as I wrote this chapter I remembered I was going to write something very similar in the early chapters of Good Girl, she was going to give the boys a fashion show when she first saw her closet but I took it out but the point is I realized how far the story has come since then and I jut want to thank you all for reading and supporting me! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story and all the other stories I post! Again thank you for reading and have a good night!