Author’s Note: I honestly don’t know where y’all are coming from with all that Daddy Jungkook nonsense. The boy is obviously a sub so I wrote this to prove a point (I’m kidding but still) Listen to this while reading the smut, trust me.
The modern world is a tough but opportunity filled world for
a woman. To be able to seize those opportunities, a woman has to be capable,
relentless, with almost savage ambition and attitude. Otherwise the most she
can hope for is sit on the side-lines and pray to not be trampled over. You
were not that kind of woman. You knew what you wanted and how to get it. This
was your world.
You didn’t have a lot of patience with men. You were successful
as well as a beautiful and a lot of men chased after you, for your beauty or
for your money it didn’t matter, either way they were greedy to get their hands
on you, and you shunned them all. You were well aware of your merits and you
flaunted them. You weren’t the kind of woman to affect meekness to please men.
But the sweet innocent young intern who fell into your hands
a few months ago was special. You had a weak spot for Jungkook. You adored the
way he spoke to you so bashfully, the way he followed you around like a lost
puppy, and the painfully obvious crush he had on you. The lust he had for you
was so pure and illogically innocent that you couldn’t help teasing him. You
would frequently invite him into the privacy of your office under the pretence
of wanting to teach him something or go over some business thing or another,
and he would be greeted with plunging necklines or a glimpse of your garter
belt. You loved watching his face as he valiantly tried to keep eye contact,
all flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes.
This time wasn’t any different but you were planning to take
things a bit further.
“Sit down, baby bun.” You gesture for Jungkook
when he enters the room, cheeks tinted red despite his familiarity with the
Jungkook stutters through the first few words of the message
he was relaying to you before picking up enough courage along the way to string
together meaningful sentences.
You already knew everything he was going to say, the actions
of the business partner he was speaking of were predictable to you, his words
old and tired. So you used that time to admire Jungkook instead.
The drastic divide between his body and his face was truly
remarkable. Jungkook had the body of a man; he was tall with long muscled legs
that he loved to show off in tight pants that clung to them and showcased his thighs.
God, his thighs. When you first saw him in those ridiculous black pants, you
had to actively stop yourself from drooling and dropping to your knees in front
of him. And even though you had never seen him shirtless, you were sure that
underneath his white shirts were rock hard abs.
Even his neck was thick and wiry, enticing you to paint it
with the colors of your passion. But his face was another matter entirely, it’s
like god was playing a game of mashup with the angels when he made him. He had
the most innocent doe eyes you’ve ever seen, and his nose was large and
prominent, but it fit his sweet face perfectly. His lips were thin, hardly
concealing his two front teeth, the cause of your nickname for him. You knew it
was unoriginal, he probably heard it a million times before, but he would
always blush and his eyes would light up whenever you called him that, and
couldn’t bear denying him of that little joy.
“Very good, bunny.” You say after Jungkook is
finished relaying the message to you and informing you of how he responded to
the annoying business partner on your behalf. You may have indulged yourself
greatly when you hired the lovely boy but he proved himself more than capable
in the few short months he’s been here, and you trusted his judgment enough to
divert to him some of the less urgent business matters. “You’ve handled
that very well.”
He blushed under your praise and you could see him perk up.
“In fact, you’ve done excellently this whole month. You’ve dealt with
everything I’ve thrown your way and came back for more. You must be exhausted
by it all. I think you deserve a little break, don’t you agree?”
His head snapped up, “No, I don’t want a break!”
You chuckled at his earnestness, and he looked away in
embarrassment, fiddling with his fingers.
He must have taken your words to mean that you were giving
him some time off. You wouldn’t, neither of you wanted that and so you were
quick to clarify. “All I meant is that you’re young. You shouldn’t spend
all your time cooped up in a dusty office. Young men like you should be out
there having fun and burning the city to the ground.”
“I’m fine, really, ___-sshi”
“Oh bunny, I know you’re too loyal to me to complain.
That’s why I have the perfect solution.”
He looked at you curiously as you went around your desk and
sat on the chair opposite his, “Halloween is coming up. It’s my favorite
holiday so I’m throwing a little party back at my house and you’re
invited.” You winked at him and he fidgeted.
“Your house… I don’t know, ___-sshi”
“Oh come on, I absolutely love Halloween. It would mean
so much to me if you came.” You leaned forward, using the excuse of
gushing over the holiday to flash him a view of your cleavage. His eyes snap
down to your breasts and back up so fast you would’ve been sure you imagined it
if you didn’t see the guilty look on his face.
“And you’ve worked so hard, bunny. You’ve been such a
good boy. You deserve it.” You rested your hand on his thigh and began
rubbing it gently, appearing in every way to be an innocuous gesture but you
knew the effect it would have on him. “Won’t you come, baby bun?”
You saw his mind struggling to not twist your words even
though they were intentionally loaded. “I…” he cleared his throat
when his voice came out squeaky and he tried again, but not with any better
luck, “I’ll be there”
“Excellent! I knew my baby bun would never say no to
me.” You clapped your hands, and graciously nodded when Jungkook asked to
excuse himself, pretending not to notice the slight bulge in his pants.
It was 11:45. You had spent the last four hours scanning the
crowd assembled in your house for that familiar toothy smile but there was no
sign of it. You had started the night excited and lively, but time passed your demeanour
gradually changed. You were beyond disappointed. Maybe you had misjudged the
boy and he wasn’t what you made him out to be.
You felt silly in the outfit you were wearing. You had
picked it out specifically to tease Jungkook: Leather halter crop top, leather
mini skirt over sheer black lace thigh highs, six inch heels, coupled with a
burgundy faux fur coat. You pulled said coat tightly around yourself, wanting
nothing more than to rip everything off your body and change into your comfy
pajamas. You had gotten plenty of attention tonight, that’s for sure, but none
of it was welcome.
You were debating whether or not you should ask your guests
to leave, you were in no mood to entertain people, when you caught a glimpse of
jet black hair by the door. You rushed forward and grabbed the arm of the
escaping boy, “And where do you think you’re going?”
“Ah, ___-sshi! I was just g-going out for s-some fresh
air.” He stuttered, trying not to blatantly stare at you. You let your
coat slide a little down your shoulder, suddenly feeling confident in your
“I’m hurt, baby bun. You show up to my party hours late
and you’re already leaving. Do you hate my company so much?”
“N-no, it’s not like that, ___-sshi. I lov- I mean, I
enjoy your company very much.”
“You’re not even wearing a costume.” You pout,
eyeing his outfit. You couldn’t deny that he looked delicious in that wine red
shirt and suit jacket, and where those suspenders? God, help you, your hands
itched to grab onto them and pull him into a searing kiss. But despite how
delectable he looked, the clothes he wore would have fit right in with his
normal work attire.
“I am.” He waved a headband in front of your face
before putting it on, the black bunny ears blending perfectly with his black
hair and shy bunny smile.
You couldn’t help the giggles that fell out of your mouth.
Jungkook’s face turned the color of a ripe tomato and he ripped the headband
from his head and tried to escape again.
“No, bunny, wait” You held onto him tightly,
refusing to let him leave. You felt horrible for laughing but you weren’t
laughing at him. You were just giddy by the obvious sign of his infatuation
with you, and you realized that the reason he was late was because he was
scared and not because he was rejecting you.
“I like it, keep it on.” You took the headband
from his hands and placed it on his head then gently patted his cheek.
“There, now my baby bun looks perfect.” You could feel the heat
wafting through his cheeks to your fingers and smiled, “I’m gonna go get
us something to drink.”
You used that excuse to slip away and give a word to the DJ
who you had previously instructed to play a specific song when you gave him the
When you made your way back to Jungkook with drinks in your hand, you found him
cornered by a girl who looked to be around his age. You had to admit that she
was stunning, with a fiery mess of hair and legs that went on for days. If your
sight wasn’t set on the boy she was attempting to chat up, you would have taken
her to your room instead. However you were too intent on Jungkook, and the hand
she had over his chest and the way he got flustered under her touch didn’t sit
well with you.
You stepped up to them and cleared your throat, “I leave you for a minute and
you’re already being prepositioned. I’m gonna have to keep a closer eye on you
from now on.” You looked pointedly at the girl, “Why don’t you go lay your
traps somewhere else, darling. This one’s already taken.” You gave him his
drink and splayed your hand low on his stomach which almost caused him to spill
his drink on you. The girl huffed and held her head arrogantly before leaving
to look for someone else.
You heard Jungkook mumbling something in wonder that sounded suspiciously like ‘taken’
so you asked him to speak up.
“N-nothing, ___-sshi. I’m sorry for what happened.” He looked truly remorseful
as if it was his fault.
“It’s alright, bunny. Nothing happ- Oh I love this
song! Let’s dance.” You cut yourself off when you heard the song you had
requested blast through the sound system, and you quickly set your drinks down
to tug the sputtering Jungkook towards the dance floor.
“I don’t know, ___-sshi. I can’t dance.”
“Oh, nonsense, you just need a good partner, and I happen to be very
good.” You give him a wink before resting a hand on his shoulder. He was
too concentrated on his hand that you had placed on your lower back to protest
The sensual salsa music flowed into your ears and you let
your body be carried by it. You were almost as much a slave to its beckoning as
Jungkook was to yours. Your eyes filled with sultry promises and your body moulded
to his own, leaving no room for thought.
Jungkook tried his best to stay away but his body was like a
comet pulled to the sun, his hips swivelling obediently with the turns of your
ass. You could feel the hardness in his pants against you, and you turned
around to face him.
“See, I told you, you would like this.” The hand
that was resting on his shoulder ran down his back till it reached the firmness
of his cheeks. You give it a light squeeze and his hips stuttered forward into
“A-ah, excuse me, ___-sshi. I need to use the
bathroom.” Jungkook slipped away from your arms as soon as the song was
done. He scurried in the direction you had pointed him towards, almost running.
You had no doubt to what Jungkook would be doing. You had
intentionally directed him to the bathroom upstairs so you two could have a
little privacy for what was to come.
You gave him a little time to get started before you
followed him upstairs, silently padding to the bathroom. You pressed your ears
against the door and heard the slick sound of his hand moving over his length
and the muffled moans he was trying to hide. You always knew Jungkook would be
“Is everything alright in there, bunny. You sound like
you’re in pain.” You had to suppress the giggles threatening to burst out
“___-sshi! W-what are you doing h-here?” Jungkook yelped,
struggling to hide the need in his voice.
“You were taking a long time so I came to check up on
“I’m fine. I’ll be right out. You go back to the party,
don’t worry about me.” Jungkook was trying to get rid of you so he could take
care of the problem you had created but you were not about to give him that and
throw all your work away.
“I don’t know, bunny. I can’t leave you like this. I’m coming in.”
All the rooms in your house didn’t have locks except your own, a useful vestige
from the days you used to have your subs living here before you got too caught
up with work to care for them. You had designed the house that way to catch any
disobedient sub trying to give himself relief from your punishments. Oh, how
you missed those days. Maybe Jungkook will be your solution to that.
Jungkook was seated on the closed lid of the toilet and his hands were clasped
in front of his junk. He was too mortified to even try reaching for something
to cover himself with for fear that he would expose himself to you.
“Now, what do we have here?” You stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door
behind and leaning on it so no one could get it. “Someone is being naughty.”
“It’s not what it looks like, ___-sshi.”
“Really? Because it sure looks like my little bunny was jerking himself off.
Tell me did the girls in the party get you hot?”
“No” He shook his head vigorously.
“Then was it that redheaded girl? She was pretty hot. Were you thinking about
her? Imagining what her hands would feel like on your cock instead of your own?
Or maybe you were imagining her hot, wet mouth on you, is that it?”
“No! That’s not it at all.” Hot with emotion, he moved to stand up but then
remembered his state and abruptly sat down again, squeezing his legs together
in an effort to maintain what was left of his modesty.
“Then could it be because of me?” His head shot up at that and his mouth
started moving wordlessly like a fish struggling to breath out of water. “Was
my bunny thinking bad, dirty thoughts while I was dancing with him? Is my
innocent young bun not that innocent after all?”
You cut him off with a laugh, “Oh come on, Jungkookie. I just caught you
jacking off to the thought of me. We’re past formalities now, don’t you think?
Why don’t you call me noona.”
“N-noona?” He squeaked. You could tell he liked that.
“Yes, baby. Now tell me, is this all for me? Does baby bun want to fuck noona?”
Jungkook squeezed his legs together more but this time it was in an attempt to
relief his growing arousal at your words and having you here watching him.
“It’s OK, sweetheart. I don’t mind. You’re a young boy and you can’t help
yourself. But now you’ve gotten noona all hot and bothered.”
Jungkook titled his head in confusion, his lips slightly parted, and a thrill
went to your core at the sight of him. “You can’t leave me hanging like that. I
want to see you finish yourself off.”
Jungkook ducked his head down in embarrassment, “That’s dirty, noona.” He
protested but you could clearly see him shiver at the idea.
“Well, you’re a dirty boy. I want to see you make a mess of yourself. Won’t you
do it for me, baby boy?” You ran your tongue across your bottom lip and looked
to where his hands where still clasped in front of his crotch, and as if by
hypnosis, he slowly unlaced them and looked at you hesitantly.
“Go on, bunny.” That was all he needed to start touching himself again. He was
still hard, your presence only serving to excite him further. His hands moved
swiftly over his length and he avoided eye contact with you.
“Tsk tsk, slow down, bunny. I want to see and remember everything.”
He still refused to look at you but he slowed down, his hand more deliberate. You
chose not to push him, waiting for him to process things at his own pace, but
you talked to him, looking to give him courage. “You’re doing great, baby. You
look so good; I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you came in. I wanted to
do all manners of dirty things to you. And to think you would have run away and
deprived me of such a delicious sight.”
Your words were like a spell on Jungkook; he moaned out and spread his thighs
apart, finally giving you a clear view of what he was packing. The boy never
disappointed, even in this. He was thick and long, not outrageously so but
definitely a size that had you squirming with the desire to jump on him. He
lightly traced the veins on the underside of his cock and brushed his thumb
over the head, precum leaking over his fingers.
“Can I go faster, noona?”
“Yes, baby, but don’t cum before I tell you to. I’m not done admiring you. God,
how can you look and do such sinful things and still be so innocent. Boys with
your kind of look and with cocks like that would have girls fighting to be with
them, and yet here you are masturbating in the bathroom in the middle of a
party like a little slut. What would the guests think if they saw you like
that? It’s one thing to be caught fucking someone but this? Touching yourself
for noona, being a good boy for her, what would Miss Red think?”
“Please, don’t tell them.” Jungkook looked ashamed but the slide of his hand
over his length only increased in speed.
“Of course I won’t, bunny. This scene is only for my eyes to see. Have you got
that?” Your tone turned serious with that last question and Jungkook finally
looked at you, “Yes, noona, only you”
It quickly became apparent why Jungkook was refusing to look you in the eye
before, because as soon as he did and he saw the dark lust swirling dangerously
there, his arousal increased tenfold, “Noonaaa, can I cum now? I need to cum
now.” He whined, and the desperation in his voice gave you life.
“Not yet, baby. You need to show noona that you really want it.”
“I do, I swear I do. I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum, please.”
“I’ll let you cum but first I have something for you.” You pulled a thin
leather choker from your pocket with a little pendant on it that said Baby Bun.
You weren’t planning on giving it to him so soon. You were worried that would
scare the inexperienced boy away, but you simply couldn’t stop yourself. You
didn’t know if after tonight he would come back to you or even his job anymore
and you needed to see it on him at least once.
“Can I put it on, baby?” Jungkook nodded and you leaned down to lock it around
his neck from behind. Your hair brushed against his nose and he breathed in,
the smell liquefying his brain. You pulled back when you were done but you didn’t
move away. Your hand went to cup his cheek and your thumb brushed over his
lips, “You can cum now, bunny.”
His pants hit your face as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. With his
hand a blur over his cock and the pendant quivering with his shivering body, he
came. You quickly stepped away so your clothes wouldn’t be ruined but you kept
your eyes on him. He cried out with his orgasm and the loss of your scent next
How you wished you could take a picture of him now. His hand was still wrapped
around softening length, the entirety of it and quite a bit of his shirt and
pants stained with his orgasm. His cheeks were colored a light pink but you
couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment when his eyes were
pinning you down in place.
You stepped closer to him timidly, scared to disturb the masterpiece in front
of you. You brushed his sweaty bangs from his face and your heart skipped a
beat at how much more manly he looked with them swept to the side. You scrapped
that thought for later and leaned down to press a kiss to his damp forehead.
He gave a slight whimper at the touch of your lips and you pulled back, holding
his gaze with yours and thumbing the choker, “Will you keep this, bunny?”
Authors’s Note: There will be a part 2 to this :))
So this is a silly little thing I wrote for my lovely friend @anuecc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💙 I am still intent on dragging your cute, yoga toned ass down to drarry hell ;)
Harry should have known this was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. But to be fair, who in Merlin’s name would have expected Draco Malfoy showing up here, looking… like this?
“Malfoy,” Harry spluttered, his voice sounding embarrassingly raspy. “Are you… Is that a crop top?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, seeming unconcerned.
“Is that what this is called?”
Harry swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat. Dear Merlin! Malfoy’s stomach looked simply delicious! And the way his trousers hugged his hips!
“Um… aren’t those trousers a little tight?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
“I was told this is what Muggles wear when they do…” He waved a hand around in the air, clearly searching for the right word. “Whatever this is called.”
“It’s called Yoga,” Harry sighed, “and we’re going to be late. Come on.”
Harry held the door open for him and immediately wished he had gone in first. Watching Malfoy’s perfect bum move in those trousers was torture. Malfoy briefly hesitated after a few steps, looking around the room.
“What is this, Potter?” he hissed under his breath. “We’re the only blokes here.”
Harry blushed and wordlessly made his way to the last two spare yoga mats, right in the middle of the room.
“I will kill Shacklebolt for this,” Harry heard Malfoy mutter. “Last week, he sent us on that bloody camping trip and now this?”
Harry sighed as he sat down on his yoga mat. He peeked at the two girls beside him, who were laughing about something and tying their blonde hair into buns. Trying to drop his voice into a whisper, so they wouldn’t hear, he spat, “It would be so much easier if you weren’t such a prat, Malfoy. He wants us to get along. I hate to say this, but we’ve compromised two of our missions now because we couldn’t agree on-”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Malfoy interrupted him. “My approach was better than yours. Why did I have to get you as my partner anyway?”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you applied to become an Auror. You knew it was what I wanted to do and you knew there would be a chance we would end up as partners. Just my luck.” Harry muttered the last part under his breath, but Malfoy must have heard, because he shot Harry a dark look, before plopping down on the yoga mat in front of him.
“Hello everyone,” the instructor said in an overly breathy voice. Harry suspected it was meant to be soothing, but it just sounded really odd.
“We will begin today’s class by trying to reconnect to our breath,” she continued. “Now, bring your palms together in front of your heart, really press them together and close your eyes.”
“You must be kidding me,” Harry heard Malfoy sneer.
“Now take a deep breath in through your nose… but do it gently…”
Harry startled at the collective intake of breath that sounded like a giant was gasping.
“… and then press your lips together as you slooooowly exhale. Imagine that the sound you’re making right now is the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out, in and out…”
Harry could practically see Malfoy rolling his eyes, even from the back of his head.
“Breathe innnn…. breathe ou-hhhh-t.”
“Seriously, she wants to teach me how to breathe?” Malfoy snarled, turning his head back to Harry.
“Stop complaining and just do it,” Harry whispered.
Of course, Malfoy continued with his little commentary.
“…Downward-facing dog? Who came up with that name?”
“…Ow! This is not a natural pose for a human!”
“…What do you mean ‘lift your leg’? If I do that, I’m never going to have any children!”
“…Merlin, is this woman trying to break my neck?”
Harry pressed his lips into a tight line to keep himself from snickering. Malfoy’s hissing was rather distracting. As was…
“Potter! Stop staring at my arse!”
“Am not,” Harry mumbled, mentally slapping himself for getting caught like that.
“Good, good,” the instructor crooned. “Now, we take a little break. Sit down on your yoga mat and let the person next to you massage your feet.
“Ugh, why feet,” the girl next to Harry groaned. He smiled at her awkwardly, to which she bit her lip.
“No offense,” she said, “but I’m not letting a stranger touch my feet.”
“Fair enough,” Harry mumbled and turned to Malfoy.
“Don’t you dare, Potter,” he growled, when Harry stretched out his hands towards his feet.
“Yeah okay, maybe we skip that one,” Harry muttered sheepishly.
“We should have skipped the whole class.”
Harry usually didn’t agree with Malfoy, but when the instructor told them they would be doing partner poses now, he cursed Kingsley under his breath.
“Now, stand up and face each other.”
They did, but not without scowling at each other.
“Place your feet firmly on the ground and stretch out your hands. Press your palms against the palms of your partner.”
Harry almost flinched when their hands touched. If he had known touching would be involved, he probably would have refused to come here altogether. Thinking about touching Malfoy in the privacy of his own home was one thing, but actually doing it in a room with a bunch of strangers, that was something else entirely. Why did Malfoy have to be so handsome? It was irritating.
“Now slowly bend forward,” the instructor said in her breathy voice, “until your foreheads are touching. Your arms should be up, over your head.”
Harry tried to control his face, praying he wasn’t blushing. When his black hair mingled with blonde, he heard Malfoy making an odd sound.
“This is disgusting,” Malfoy muttered. “We’re both sweating.”
“And it wouldn’t be disgusting if we weren’t?”
Harry startled when Malfoy slightly raised his chin. Their noses were touching and Harry could feel Malfoy’s breath on his lips.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you have been looking at me all day,” Malfoy said with narrowed eyes. “Or how I woke up with an arm draped over me when we were camping last week.”
“Oh. I- I thought you woke up after me,” Harry mumbled, definitely blushing now. “You didn’t say anything about it.”
Yes, why hadn’t Malfoy said anything about that? He could have made fun of Harry for days.
“You really are thick, Potter,” Malfoy said in a teasing tone, as the instructor walked by them to correct the pose of the couple beside them.
“Good job everyone. Now, turn around, so you’re back to back and link your arms at the elbows.”
“Um, Malfoy,” Harry said, when Malfoy stepped closer to him and put his hands on Harry’s hip. “I think she just told us to turn around.”
Malfoy’s lips stretched into a huge smirk. He leaned forward, his cheek briefly brushing Harry’s, until his lips were right at Harry’s ear.
“I won’t stop you if you want to.”
Harry choked on his own breath, his eyes going wide.
“Come on,” Malfoy chuckled, “we’re hitting the showers.”
“But class is not over yet,” Harry mumbled absentmindedly.
“Well, I want to try some… different kind of poses.”
“Oh,” was all Harry was able to say.
“You do remember how to do a water repellant charm, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Why?” Harry frowned.
“We need to use it on your Muggle distant-talking device.”
“My… you mean my phone.”
“And why exactly do we need to do that?”
“Well, after Shacklebolt went through all this trouble, so we would get along, he really should get something in return for his hard work.”
Harry stared blankly at him.
“We’ll send him proof,” Malfoy winked.
“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy chuckled darkly as he tugged Harry forward, “we have important Auror business to attend to.”
This is part two to Nectar of the Goddess and it had really fucked me up writing it. Hopefully you like this smutty, angsty, sappy mess that is Tears of the Goddess. There will definitely be more to come.
Y/N was following along with everything Harry said, finally
understanding the name, until he got to the very end. “..a goddess fo’ me goddess.” Y/N couldn’t imagine why Harry would
have gotten the puppy for her. Nyx was his and she needed to stay his. Y/N
couldn’t take care of anything right now, she was barely keeping those cacti at
her apartment alive.
“What do you mean H? Did you get Nyx because of me?”
“Not exactly… but… I mean ‘f wasn’t fo’ you then I may not
‘ve bought her in the first place.”
Harry was rubbing at the back of his neck with a weak smile
on his lips. He thought that Y/N would be far happier than she was about the
idea of a puppy. Y/N on the other hand was shaking her head rapidly.
“Harry, you shouldn’t have done that. I have to leave in a
week. This is fun, but how are we supposed to make this work when I’m back
home? You shouldn’t have gotten a puppy for me.”
Y/N is leaving, but Harry is going to do everything he can to make her stay.
“Hey, T,” you respond, moving all of your stuff off the empty desk beside you to make space for T’Challa to sit. He sidesteps a couple of people standing in his way, leaning out of harm’s way when someone swings their arm out without realizing he’s there and slides into the desk with ease. His movements are as catlike and agile as you remember.
“I must admit, I was pretty nervous when Hill said she was choosing who was going to read over our drafts.” He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a folder. It’s black, which doesn’t surprise you; it’s safe to say that black is his favorite color. “But when she called my name after yours, I felt like I could breathe again.”
- has put on 0.5kg in 2 weeks!! Such a good bun!!
- no more eyedrops!! Such a relieved bun!!
- little skin infection!! Such an itchy bun!! (She went to the vet today and I caught it early - she’s basically not used to grooming herself yet and it’s got irritated, but she’s had some medicine and she’ll go back in 2 weeks)
- doesn’t want pats because I took her to the vet today and she hates me now!! Such a grumpy bun!!
- playing with her toys more by throwing them all over the place!! Such a destructive bun!!
- was so well behaved at the vets, even when they shoved a thermometer up her bottom!! Such a brave bun!!
I LOVE HER SO MUCH EVEN THOUGH SHE’S 40% RAGE AND 60% POO
This is a fuck managers story… I work at a cosmetics store, and we finally got rid of one of the worst managers on earth. She was awful. She tried to act cool and down to earth but she was a micromanaging nightmare. Anyways, I have anxiety. Like, pretty bad anxiety. I take medication for it but it’s draining when you work in retail. Sometimes I just don’t have the energy to be all “hi how are you!” Smiling 24/7. Well one day was particularly tough. I didn’t sleep the night before, had a bad headache and was trying my best to be happy and friendly.
Well, one weekend we were having a big event for a brand of makeup and we had to sign people up. I wasn’t really signing many people up because I felt like I was irritating the customer and didn’t want to continue to say the same thing over and over again. My manager comes up behind me and stands over me and when I didn’t mention the event, (the customer was in a rush, I wanted to help her get out of the store), she pulls me aside and asks me why. I tried to explain I didn’t want to irritate a customer already agitated and wanting to get out of the store as fast as possible. I also tried to explain to her that that particular day was really rough and my anxiety was bad. I’m not a very social person but I’m definitely working on getting better with that. She told me that “well, this is a Social job and if you can’t handle that you shouldn’t work retail. And everyone has anxiety, you just need to learn to get over it.” EXCUSE ME!!!!!?!!!! I wanted to walk out of the damn store right there. I was disgusted with what she said. Once she was done talking to me I immediately ran to the back room so I could let out a few tears. I was so angry.
Another time, I was at work but I suddenly fell extremely ill, to the point where I was about to call 911. I was terrified. I had this sudden nauseating, sharp pain in my stomach and I was dripping in sweat and I was hot and flushed. My stomach felt like it was being stabbed with a hot knife. It never happened before. Yeah, of course I was going to take more than a minute in the restroom. As I walked out I tell the Operations manager that I need to go home because I was sick. I was getting ready to clock out and I hear my manager saying “well can’t we just give her an extra 15 minute break or something instead.” Like I’m so sorry falling ill is such an inconvenience for you and you’d rather me work in excruciating pain and discomfort. That’s not how you treat employees. She even once told me to my face that I looked messy and unprofessional because I had my hair up in a bun. She was a disgusting, obnoxious human being.
As much as I hate to say it, I’m glad she was forced to resign. No one liked her and she left the store a mess. Good riddance, bitch.
“y/n you will be staying here” Tony showed me to my new room. It was quite large and I took in the view.
Tony set my bags down and waited for me to return my attention to him. He cleared his throat causing me to look directly at him.
“Now I want you to meet the team!” He said cheerfully. I followed him to the elevator. Once we made our way to the next floor, I saw the team all sitting around the living room watching TV and talking to each other.
“Guys,” Tony spoke up getting everyone’s attention,”This is y/f/n y/l/n, my new assistant I was telling you about.
“Hello” You gave a small smile and awkward wave. I watched everyone do the same thing “I know who you all are so we don’t have to do the awkward one on one introductions.” I joked earning a few chuckles.
The only person who barely acknowledged my existence was Bruce Banner. I watched as he gave me a small wave and left the room. I looked at Tony who only gave a small shrug.
The next few weeks you spent in the Lab with Tony and Bruce helping in anyway you could. Tony asked you to stay in the room in case he needed you to do something. Tony left for a few minutes to use the bathroom
“So whatcha working on?” I asked Bruce quietly from across the table. Knowing that he didn’t like me talking to him unless needed.
“Something called none ya business.” He spoke coldly, not looking up from his work.
“I don’t really care, just making small talk” I rolled my eyes walking away to Tony’s desk to organize his papers.
“Well don’t” He spoke again.
“I won’t” I continued to talk knowing it bothered him. I had to have the last word.
“So stop talking.” He shifted in his seat, clearly irritated.
“If you want the conversation to end so badly, the stop responding.” I said sarcastically. I watched him look up at me and roll his eyes in frustration. I chuckled knowing I won.
“What’s with the tension in the room?” Tony asked breaking the silence.
“Bruce is losing his patience again.” I spoke innocently to Tony. This caused Bruce to sit up straight and open his mouth but nothing came out.
“Get it together Brucie” Tony joked.
“y/n, wanna watch a movie with me and Nat?” Steve asked.
“Yeah sure, why not?” I answered closing my book and following Steve to the mini theater.
I sat on one of the sofas. I heard Nat enter to room and Bruce following closely behind her. I groaned quietly, I didn’t want to deal with him. Since the day I purposely bothered him in the lab, We’ve done nothing but argue. He would mumble a couple of insults and I would take them as a compliment, knowing it irritated him more. I would do something and he criticize me for it, irritating me, he would smile knowing I was supper annoyed.
Steve picked up on my expression and gave me a worried look and sat next to me.
“Everything okay?” He asked quietly.
“Yep” I said in almost a whisper. The last thing Bruce had said to me was an insult to m appearance which drew the line for me. He didn’t realize what he had said until I left the room. I didn’t acknowledge him since. That was a week ago.
“Hope y’all don’t mind I invited Bruce.” Nat spoke breaking the silence.
“Nope. Not at all.” I said not looking at her or Bruce. I got up to look through the movie selection.
“How about Grease?” I suggested and everyone shrugged. Steve put the movie in.
20 minutes into the movie I get a text from Tony
*Meet me in the lab. Need you assistance.*
“Excuse me, Tony needs me. Continue without me” I spoke quietly.
Bruce watched as I left the room. I made my way to the lab to find Tony sitting on his desk drinking coffee.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Steve texted me that you were upset and that you seemed irritated when Bruce walked in the room so I figured I get ya out of there, since I know you to don’t like each other.” Tony admitted. “ Why do you guys hate each other so much?”
“I don’t know” I replied with a shrug, “He just didn’t like me since day one.”
Three hours later, everyone went to bed and I was the only one up. I quietly got out of bed, wearing a large sweater and shorts and my hair up in a sloppy bun, I tiptoed to the kitchen, quietly so I didn’t wake anyone up.
I opened the fridge to find a late snack, closing the fridge, finding nothing that looked good enough, I opened the cupboard to get a cup. Since I’m so short I had to go on my tippytoes to reach for a glass. After struggling for a few seconds, I noticed and arm stretch out and grab a glass. I turned to find Bruce standing directly behind me holding a cub.
“Y/N” He spoke softly, “I would like to apologize for my rude behavior last week and I have no good excuse I don’t know what came over me, I didn’t mean to insult your appearance, I didn’t mean it, you are a beautiful women and what I did was wrong”
I stood there for a minute studying him. He looked ashamed. He looked down, still holding the cup, he moved it around with his hands. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Bruce looked up at me starring me in the eyes, almost as if he could read my thoughts he slowly nodded, “Are we good?” He asked, all I did was nod.
He moved closer setting the cup down behind me on the counter, I backed up a bit more until i was completely against the counter. I met his gaze and waited for something to happen.
The only reason I purposely bothered him was because I had that silly high school crush and that turned into us disliking each other. But for some reason the way he was looking at me gave me butterflies in my stomach. He looked me top to bottom taking in my appearance.
“I like this sweater on you.” He spoke calmly.
“Thanks, I stole it from my ex” I finally spoke.
“Do you steal all of you exes stuff?” he joked causing you to crack a smile.
“No, I stole it to make him made and just never gave it back. I usually steal my boyfriends clothes.” I joked back “Well when I have one.”
“You can steal mine” Bruce blurted, he clearly didn’t mean to say that since his face instantly turned red from embarrassment.
“Do you have anything worth stealing?” I spoke casually making my way closer to him. I pulled him closer.
A/N: An anon request where Spencer and the Reader’s three year old daughter asks Spencer why he fell in love with her mommy. :D @coveofmemories
As you walked around the kitchen making Spencer’s birthday dinner, Spencer watched as your three-year-old daughter, Lily, ran down the hallway and into his lap. “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” she said, wrapping her little arms around his neck before plopping down into his lap.
“Thank you, my sweet girl,” he said softly as he looked across the living room to where you were dancing around. You didn’t like to cook all that often, but when you did, you tended to go all out, especially for a special occasion. “Mommy should be done with dinner in a little while. You want me to tell you a story while we wait?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you smile softly. You always loved hearing him tell your daughter stories.
“Yes,” she hissed happily. Saying S-words was especially hard at the moment considering she had a loose tooth. Normally, she didn’t have a preference, but today was different. “Can you tell me why you fell in love with mommy?” She looked between you both and then situated herself more firmly in his lap.
She was probably expecting a grand and lavish story that turned their love into a fairytale, but in Spencer’s mind, it was the small things you did and said that made him love you - the little things were more important than where you went on your first date or how you looked on your wedding day. “Well,” he started, leaning back into the couch, “I fall in love with mommy over and over again. All the time.” You turned around and blew a kiss in his direction.
“How do you do that?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with questions still unanswered.
There were so many reasons he loved you. Where was he even supposed to start? “One reason I love mommy is that even though we work together, and she knows what goes on in my day all the time, when we get home, she still asks me how my day was,” he started. “That makes me realize that no matter how close or far we are away from each other, she still wants to know how I feel at the end of the day. It means she cares about what’s going on in here.” He pointed to your daughter’s heart. “That’s one of the many reasons I love mommy.”
“Tell me more,” she said, bouncing up and down on her father’s lap. “I wanna know all the reasons you love mommy.”
“All of them?” he asked animatedly. “That might take a while.” He’d be talking forever if he truly tried to recount why he loved you so much. Lily didn’t seem to care; she just sat back further into the couch and stared wide-eyed up at her father. “Ok, well another reason I love mommy is because she laughs at all of my really bad jokes.” On your first date all those years ago, you’d told him how much you loved bad puns, and he’d insisted he could tell you one that would make you groan. But it never happened. Your personal favorite was ‘what do you call an educated tube?…a graduated cylinder.’ It was so bad, but that’s why you loved them, and the way his face lit up at your laughter was enough of a reason to continue laughing.
Lily seemed to understand. “You do tell really bad jokes,” she replied with a smile. “But I still love you, so I guess that makes sense. Tell me more.”
As you continued cooking his birthday dinner, you listened in, falling in love with how he was describing the ways you loved him. His voice had an ethereal quality to it that just made you love him more. He told your daughter that you always snuggled up to him first thing in the morning, putting your head in the crook of his neck. Despite the jobs you had, that always made him feel grounded to the good in the world. Continuing, he told Lily how much he loved the messy bun you always put your hair in, how much he enjoyed watching you dance around the kitchen when you thought no one was watching, how he was grateful that you would eat at his favorite restaurant even though you hated it. There were so many little things you did for each other, he began to lose track.
“Mommy is the most amazing woman in the whole world,” he said, placing Lily in his lap and looking toward you in the kitchen. “She listens to my stories even when she’s tired. When she reads to you, I love hearing her voice do all the different characters voices. I love the fact that at the end of the day, it could just be the three of us and I’d be happy forever. There is so much I love about your mommy.”
Lily looked enthralled, like she could listen to her father recount every single reason he loved you until the end of time. “What’s the biggest reason of all?” she wondered.
He’d never thought about the biggest reason. It was just so cumulative. But there was one thing. After his father left, he always had this fear that no matter what he did, no one would ever be proud of him. After all, if his own flesh and blood wasn’t proud enough of him to stay, then how would anyone else be proud of him - all of him. He glanced your eye, not breaking eye contact as he spoke. “I think one of the biggest reasons I love mommy is because she’s proud of me. Even if I ramble on about things, or I get a little mean because I’m stressed out, mommy is proud to call me her husband.”
It had been quite a few minutes since you’d paid attention to making dinner. You were too enraptured with Spencer’s voice. “I am always proud to call your daddy, my husband,” you said, walking across the room to sit next to him and your daughter. You leaned over, giving him a soft peck on the lips as Lily looked on.
“Why do you love Daddy?” she asked you.
Without looking in her direction, you spoke to Spencer, gently grazing his hand with your own. “I love Daddy because he loves me for exactly who I am. I’m a little hot-tempered. I’m a little weird. I like wearing sparkles and the color black. I’m a whole mess of different things, but no matter what I feel like on any particular day, I know that Daddy loves me regardless,” you said, smoothing back your daughter’s light brown hair. “I fell in love with Daddy just because.”
Summary: Park Jimin was predictable. Cocky, good-looking, a flirt… a common fuckboy. Who just happened to live next to an apartment that you visited every weekend without fail. He was someone you swore to yourself you would never have sex with. But maybe going against your own promise was better than you thought. Smut.
(AN: okay, so obviously nothing could top the Jeoncheol threesome and I was feeling a little off my writing game when I wrote this anyway… I got waaay to into the ending and backstory once again, I hope the actual smut part measures up. Requested by @babyboo2018426835 and obvious smut warning -Tanisha<3)
Probably one of the coolest common chores a person could be hired to do.
Getting paid to do measly tasks like take in the newspaper and water half-dead
plants, and just lazy around and eat someone else’s food. It was really your
idea of a good weekend.
How some ppl presents villainous characters and how this makes me triggered af
Oh my.. why am I doing this…It’s going to be so full of my hate. I’m sorry. Don’t take it too seriously.
So, I’ll begin with Dr. Flug. The most annoying behaviors (for me!!!) that ppl give him are:
-OMFG CINNAMON ROLL INNOCENT OMFG DOn’T HuRT CAuse i’m so cute chubby cheeks omfg UwU UwU uwusomuch CINNAMON BUN MY liL Son I LuVH HIM SU much <‘3
- i want bh to tear me apart with his cock and i want him to suck at me i’m so dirty i made myself some dildo cause scientist do this in thier free time
- omfg i’m so sassy, i’m so good at sex, i’m fucking more evil than bh wtf have you though. Whatever that canonically i’m such a mess and i can’t even live normal. It’s just a disquise. wanna smex?
Now BH (of course he’ll be taking most of this post’s space because whole fandom wets thier underwear at dapper man):
- hi my names sex machine, i have tentacles and shit wow and they’re here because of fandom. I can shapeshift and i got weird mutant thingies that i can control, it’s practically canon that i have also tentacles lol wanna smex? i like to sex
- i fucc flug and i know a shit ton of sex poses. i read kamasutra to my morning coffe on my bear-carpet near my warm fireplace. did i mention that i fuck flug? he likes/dislikes this (you can choose dear author/artist) cause i’m so evil and he’s into that but he will not admit it. cause i’m hot af. and i fuck him without any reason. just because. and i hurt him. rrrrlyyyy baaaad. cause he’s such a bitch.
- HI~ NAME’S CUTE HAT AND I’M SOOOO GIGGLY AND FLUFFY AND KAWAIIIIII. BECAUSE ME AND FLUG ARE IN LOVUUUU~~~~~~ ANd i VUV HIM UwU AND WE’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TWO CUTE BABIEEEES, AND AND-… maybe we will.. do the thingy… OH MY I’M SUCH A DIRTY PERSON KYAAAAAA ///A////
- I’m only angry. I don’t have other emotions YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. ALSO I SCREAM A LOT AND I’M NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE CLASSY LIKE IN CANON. I SWEAR A LOT CAUSE FUCK YOU I’M GOING TO EAT YOUR GUTS YOU PIECE OF CRAP DIPSHIT FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER
- (EDGE LORD WARNING) I eat souls of the innocent. “I’m back In black”. I’m so evil, I eat humans and i love the taste of blood. I’m an animal in a suit. Don’t come near or i’ll eat your feet.
- HI IT’S THE SEX ONE AGAIN. BUT THIS TIME I LIKE TO FUCC OTHERS (FLUGHAHAHAHA) IN BLOOD. AND RIP THIER (HIS) CHEST WIDE OPEN, TO EAT THIER (HIM) WHILE CUMMING INTO THEM (HIM). WOW. ORIGINAL. I PROBABLY ALSO CAN EASLY HEAL THEM (HIM) WITH MY MAGIC POWERS, BECAUSE AUTHOR WANTS TO SOMEHOW MAKE US FUCK LIKE THAT MORE. AND I WOULD BE A NECROPHILE IF I’D FUCK DEAD ANYBODY (FLUG) AM I RIGHT?
Now, long forgotten deviantart oc- Demencia:
- literally i have no character in myself because author is in unhealty love with other characters so i’m just a drudge
- i’m cute and innocent. and i also don’t have much character in me. Canon can go to hell. I’m really quiet only because author does not want to let me talk or just can’t get along with my canon behavior. Thanks to god that 5.0.5 can’t talk. Author is not worried about paying attencion to him.
and lovely 5.0.5 :
- i’m not even included
- no character at all
- author can’t draw me so they refuses to include me anywhere, and this is the reason they tell you when you ask why I’m not anywhere to be seen
Paperhat: - ultra cuteee omfg, we are sooo in loveee, UwU flug is such a cinnamon roll and bh is soo nice to him omfg. they are b-b-Bo-BOYfriends omggg so kyath OwO U//w//U bh is going to beat u up if you even look at his flug CAUSE HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH biah >33 - abusive. just abusive. so abusive that even you feel abusived. there’s nothing nice. art may be good, but content is so negative, you want to cry and you don’t like it at all. it’s just too much.
[tbh 2nd one might be the closest to canon-like paperhat if it ever be a thing (no it’s not going to be) or at least we all need to admit that this stuff IS ABUSIVE. Look at them. Flug is fucking anxious 24/7 and BH is a fucking demon with low temper. It’s never going to be something good… But PLEASE… It’s just a fiction. Whole show is a fiction- but this ship is even more fictional… So I beg you to not make this ship so realistic. We do fiction, so let’s make this more fictional and do this a little bit… nicer? Idk… It just sometimes hurt on the inside when I see how crazy stuff ppl can draw/write/just do… I mean… ugh… fuck it. forget this.]
Of course you can do whatever you want guys! As I said: It’s my opinion and I know It may be a beggining of hating on me. Tbh I just started to write this whole post to my gf and It ended up so funny to me, that I decited to put it also here. Sorry if I triggered anyone. You have to live with the fact how my opnion looks like, or just forget it and go on.