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Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

Terminal Love

Summary: You accidentally run into a stranger at the airport and he turns out to be wonderful company. Not just wonderful company – he’s your soulmate, this lovely Park Chanyeol. The universe has matched you two together, and you’re more than happy to go along with it. But what happens when your soulmate believes someone else is his soulmate?

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

Genre: Soulmate AU, humor, fluff, smol angst

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Word Count: 1510

[Mini Masterlist]

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Your inner monologue is one long stream of cursing as you hurry down the terminal towards your gate which is worryingly empty. The passengers have already boarded the plane and it’s going to take off any minute now – without you on it.

Everything had been going wrong today, from your Uber getting a punctured tire to the TSA confiscating your expensive shampoo to the blisters forming on your feet from your flats as you run to catch your flight. Your boss always does this, spring last-minute meetings on you that you have to fly to, and you’re seriously considering either quitting or demanding compensation for the hypertension meds you’re going to have to invest in now. Does your insurance cover that?

And just as you’re thinking of your boss, your phone rings from deep within your purse. You can’t even ignore the call because it might be him. Fucking shit.

Without slowing down, you rifle through your bag – past lipstick tubes, gum, pens, half a first-aid kit, an overstuffed wallet – until your fingers close around the cool metal of your cell phone, and you tug it free, about to answer when—

Thud. Something large body checks you from out of nowhere, and you’re knocked to the ground in a blur of flailing limbs, your phone flying out of your hands. Whoomp. The dirty ground is suddenly pressed against you, the breath is knocked out of you, and before you can even process what happened, wide brown eyes are in your face.

“Oh god, are you okay?” a deep voice, so deep you can feel the vibrations in your bones, frets. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you!” Then you’re being peeled off the floor and onto your feet, and you find yourself at eye level with a man’s chest. God, this guy is tall – but besides your exacerbated stress from being essentially bulldozed, you’re not concerned with him. No, what matters most to you right now is –

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This not-so-short-anymore story is dedicated to @charminglyantiquated and her magnificent @elsewhereuniversity comic which has exploded all over my brain.

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Nobody ever parks in Lot C after dark.

It’s not because of the Beast. It’s because Lot C is in the very back of campus, way too far from Everything of Importance. You’d have to walk a quarter mile before you reached anywhere that sells coffee, almost a mile to the library. The nearest structure is a low sprawl of administrative buildings, but even they don’t park in Lot C after dark. They come to work early, and leave before sunset.

It was a bitch to get my meal card replaced when I’d lost it. They kept shutting down that stretch of slumped old admin offices before I’d finished with my afternoon Physics Lab. My lab partner would laugh at me.

“You’ll have to eat out of the trash again. Poor Moonie. Soon enough you’ll turn into a raccoon,” she would coo at me, an unattractive smirk wrinkling her nose.

I didn’t like the way she said it. I didn’t like a lot of things she said. Sometimes I felt like she wished bad things to happen to me, just so she could snicker at my misfortune. I think it was her smile that did it. Whenever she smiled, I got the feeling she knew something that I didn’t. She liked it that way.

I didn’t mind it too much. The one thing she didn’t know was Physics.

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janellemonae This post is called “THE FIRST” (inspired by Ms. Mary Jackson)
The First all black cast to win best picture.
The First time multiple African-American writers have received an Oscar in the same year.
The First African American Muslim to win best supporting actor.
The First Queer/LGBTQ film to win best picture.
The First African American writer and director to win best picture.
Made on a 1.5 million budget
NOTHING can overshadow the HISTORY THAT WAS MADE LAST NIGHT. i beam with so much pride. I hope and pray anyone who ever felt like they didn’t belong or their voice didn’t matter woke up today feeling proud to be YOU. #MOONLIGHT #BLACKHISTORY

Tbh I headcanon that Garrus is a little skittish when Shepard tells him she loves him at first because turians aren’t really in the practice of saying “I love you” a lot unless they’re texting or on a bad call because that’s what the sub vocals are for. They don’t have to say the words because any other turian could just HEAR how much they love them, and Garrus probably has slipped up a few times and lost control of them and Shepard should know how much he loves her, but she doesn’t because she’s human and she can only guess so much at what the sounds mean (never mind that my Shepard had turian godparents–she’s still only human and can’t tell much of a difference except in pitch) That’s also why by the Citadel DLC he’s saying things like “Lucky for you, Archangel is your boyfriend.” “To falling in love with the ship’s captain!” “Anything for my honey.” “Shepard, sweetie, love of my life…” Like he just needed time to get used to actually saying the words (and maybe to accept to himself that he is, in fact, in love with her).

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Title: Singing in the Rain (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: It’s a cozy, rainy night in after studying for the reader, one that Peter happens to sneak up on

Word Count: 1566

Warnings: Fluffy, cute, cuddly!

A/N: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH UGH I CANNOT TAKE IT. It’s so cute? And also tugs at my heart ok I hope you enjoy! Song.

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There was a slight twinge somewhere behind her ribs when she saw Brigitte slowly walking Effie across the floor; the hint of pain was welcome, a sign that she recognised it should be her teaching her baby to walk, a sign that she was starting to feel something other than the unending numbness of the last year.

Brigitte beamed at her as she entered. “Look, Lady Evelyn; it’s mama! Mama has come to see you.”

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Alfie vs. Pregnancy | Alfie Solomons

Request: @thinemineours Alfie needs to go through his wife’s pregnancy. Dude must probably be more scared than her. ILY😘

Note: so this is so long I cannot even begin to explain how carried away I got and a slight change… she’s not his wife… yet…

“Love…”

“Yes, Alfie?”

“This is really ‘appening?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s really happening.”

“You’re sure, right, ‘cause sometimes—“

“Alf, I went to the Doctor and you know that, ‘cause you bloody had Ollie follow me, didn’t you?”

“You were actin’ odd, yeah, I was just makin’ sure no funny business was goin’ on.”

“Funny business?”

“Don’t matter now, does it?”

“You didn’t trust me.”

“I did, love, I did. It’s everyone else I don’t trust, not you, love… might ‘ave been in some compromisin’ situation or somethin’ and I would’ve made sure we put an end to it.”

“An end to me more like.”

“Couldn’t put an end to you even if I wanted to. You’d haunt me, day an’ fucking night.”

“Too fucking right I would.”

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I think when Past Dean shows up, Endverse!Cas is all goofy, happy, and silly (even more than normal) because he's remembering the person he fell in love with. Not the man who stands beside him, resigned to the fact that they will die together fighting Lucifer; whom he has given his life and love to.

The Dean that stole Castiel’s heart and wings, free of the scars that now leave him solemn and jaded. He’s here. He's still the optimistic, find-a-way, all or nothing man that has not yet decided his humanity is an acceptable sacrifice for freedom. He is the person who showed Cas the true beauty in Earth and all its inhabitants.

Here, he stands before him; reminding Castiel that there were better times and the past wasn’t just a perfect dream. They share so many memories that have once again come to life with Past Dean’s presence. It gives Castiel one last beam of light to carry with him at the very end, a flicker of sentiment brighter than all the cloudy echoes he finds in a pill. The past Dean, his Dean, is the best high he’s ever had.

Honeymooners Pt 7

Ok, so kinda boring stuff and quick, but plot building cus I still have a story to tell, even though just fluffy shenanigans while pretending to be married is fun. I just set out with an end goal and gotta meet it, sorry it’s short but yep! More fluffy nonsense and such when I get the chance to do the next bit (hopefully tomorrow, we’ll see if I have time) Thanks as always for the comments and feedback, they mean so much to me.


“Darling, it’s getting later in the day. We should probably get up.”

You groaned softly, curling deeper into the pillows and shook your head. The events of the day slowly started to come back to you as Loki roused you from your sleep.

“Did we really go naked on the beach?” You grumbled tiredly, not daring to ask if Loki had covered you, let alone carried you back naked.

Loki chuckled, propped up on his elbow as he looked down at you. “Afraid so, pet.”

You sighed heavily and straightened up, brushing away your sleep matted hair. “And the day’s not even over. If you mention any word of this to the other Avengers, I will kill you in your sleep.”

Laughing, Loki shook his head, “I would never spoil what happens in the sanctity of one our excursions.”

“Our honeymoon.” You muttered, stretching and yawning. “I keep trying to say it enough times to see if it feels real, but I still can’t believe I’m married to you, like you know…” Even though it was a forgery, it was a damn good one.

Loki chuckled, “I can only imagine what my father might say. Something tactless no doubt.”

“Come on, let’s go see if we can’t find the owner.”

-

You and Loki rode the tram in relative silence, nothing really needed to be discussed so you merely enjoyed the scenery as it swayed along up the mountain and over the tree tops. It was a beautiful visage, though after some of the places you had traveled to courtesy of SHIELD, it just didn’t impress in quite the same way. Still, you could appreciate it for what it was.

Soon you and Loki were at the shops and you figured it would add to the cover if you tried on a few sun dresses and bought at least one. You also modeled a number of sunglasses, looking for a souvenir for Natasha who you figured was your maid of honor for the wedding. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought Loki’s eyes lingered over your curves as you modeled each dress, a little too interested in how you looked but you brushed it off, pretenses after all.

“My most recent guests! Excellent! I’m sorry I took so long to find you but I imagine you were partaking in the beach today, perhaps in the solitude of your room?” You and Loki turned at the voice of a woman standing near the dressing room, beaming at you and the current dress you were modeling for Loki. “A gorgeous choice my dear, the green suits you marvelously.”

Loki swallowed hard and nodded, “Indeed it does, my love.”

“He calls you love, how charming! Forgive me, my name is Lana Bansch, owner of this fine establishment, and you must be Mr and Mrs Laufeyson, yes?”

You smiled, sharing a name with Loki, then assured her it was fine to call you by your first name.

“Nonsense, I think it’s suiting that you enjoy hearing your new husband’s name as much as possible for the next week, it will ready you for the rest of your life. I can only hope your marriage lasts that long.” Lana beamed. She had a long hawklike nose, platinum blonde hair pulled back into a taut bun and was shockingly tall; just shy of Loki’s height.

Loki stood up slowly, his eyes scanning her face, studying her intently. “You look familiar, have we met some place?” He finally asked. You frowned warily at the forwardness of his comment.

“Well, I did personally design and create this resort, it’s my brainchild if you will. I’ve put my heart and soul into it and I’ve appeared on a number of commercials, perhaps that’s where you’ve seen me?”

Loki nodded slowly, “Of course. It’s truly an honor, if I might shake your hand.”

The woman hesitated, eyes narrowing before slowly extending her hand to Loki. Loki gripped her hand, his thumb smoothing over the inside of her wrist and nodded slowly.

“Glad to meet someone who is pleased with my work.” Lana beamed, revealing a row of fiercely white teeth.

“The pleasure is definitely mine.” Loki turned back to you, “What do you say we get that dress and peruse the hot tubs as you spoke about earlier?” He looked at you pointedly and you quickly nodded.

“That sounds wonderful darling! Let me go change out of this so we can purchase it.”

Lana had quickly pulled her hand away from Loki and watched the exchange pleased, “You look like you could use it, your hands are awfully cold.”

“Agreed, I tend to run a little on the cold side but I’m sure it will do me well.” Loki responded amicably.

You listened from the dressing stall, changing as quickly as you could. Something about their exchange seemed forced but you couldn’t be certain.

“I look forward to seeing the two of you around.” Lana bid the two of you farewell, waving with a broad smile all the while as a nervous cashier rang up your purchases.

Loki took the bag from you, suggesting you stop at the room to grab towels before visiting the hot springs.

“What was that about?” You finally asked within the relative privacy of your hotel room.

Loki looked at you warily, “She definitely knows. I’m suspicious of how private this room is over all, but we should be safe for now.”

“How can you tell?” You lowered your voice.

Loki shook his head, “It’s complicated, when we’re home from our honeymoon, I’ll tell you more, but for now, we should follow our schedule. Tomorrow we should visit maintenance about that problem with the room.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, realizing he meant to move forward with the mission.

Loki chuckled, “I don’t think we have much longer to wait.”

MATING SEASON AFTERMATH! (Poly tmnt x reader)

Authors note: ok so here’s the piece no one has been waiting for mating season aftermath! I had to write it I couldn’t help myself! This is def going to turn into a poly series/ reverse harem sort of thing! Also sorry this is so long.

Summary:You slept with all four brothers, how do you tell them? Do you even tell them at all? I dunno we’ll find out I guess lol.

Warnings: Mention of sex, cursing (?)

(Y/N) woke up, hair in her face and drool staining her cheek, still in the giant orange t-shirt from last night. She laid in bed before memories rushed into her consciousness.
“Oh my god!” She yelled to herself. She couldn’t believe the events of last night. She was hesitant to check her phone. Even so she grabbed it, bringing it close to her face. Text messages from ALL of them. “Oh fuck!” She yelled again, laughing maniacally. “What am I going to do!?” She realized that they would probably kill each other if they all found out they were sleeping with the same girl, realizing she had a decision to make, but she wasn’t quite sure how to make it.

Hey. Read Raphaels text.
What’s up angle cakes hope you’re ready for more! I’m coming over! Read Mikey’s text.
Hey can I come over? Asked Donatello.
We need to talk. Said Leo.
Oh fuck! She thought sitting straight up on her bed. She heard a soft tap on her window. Four giant turtles sat on her fire escape in the rain, waiting for entry. She wondered how long they had been there, and if they had seen her maniacal cackling. She pulled her window up, allowing the turtles to come in.
“Hi guys.” She rubbed her hand through her hair, still in michelangelos orange t-shirt.

They unfolded before her one bye one. She bent over the window sill, looking at the thunderclouds and what they threatened to bring. She stood up and closed the window, letting the heat from her apartment engulf her again before turning around to face them. They all stared at her, watching the way her ass popped in that orange t-shirt. Leo watched the way her legs stretched to the floor, wanting to tell her a million things, that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he still wanted to keep seeing her. Raphael watched her messy hair and the way it toppled over her shoulders down her back, she was so beautiful he thought. He wanted his brothers to go away so they could talk about last night. Donatello bit his lip trying not to burst with excitement. He was going to ask her out, he loved last night and he wanted to do it more, with her. He wanted to do everything with her. Mikey just wanted to show off. HE had a beautiful girl last night while they slept away in their beds.
“Orange is so your color!” Said Mikey, walking up to her and throwing his muscular arm around her neck. She gripped his hand, and smiled, hoping to keep the balance in the room.
“Shut up dingus,” Raphael flicked his little brother away. “I think red would look better.” The room erupted in shouts about what color she would look in best.
“Hey!” She yelled, trying to get their attention. “If you guys just came to fight with each other, you can do that at home.” She plopped on her bed, burying her face in the mattress, wanting all the complicated talks to disappear. She knew she had to talk to them eventually. She peeled her face back from her thick comforter, the turtles staring at her intently watching, waiting for her next move. They clung onto her words like water in the desert.
“Let’s go into the living room.” She groaned. They followed her like a mini battalion, carrying out her every command. She slipped on gray sweatpants and a black crop top before following the turtles into her living room. “Does anyone want coffee?” She asked, walking into the kitchen. Donatello and Leo sat at her kitchen island, while Mikey turned on the tv and Raphael watched.
“I’ll take a cup, I’m still tired from last night.” Donatello chorted a slick grin spreading across his face. (Y/N) blushed, all the while gritting her teeth with anxiousness.
“Yeah I’ll take some coffee too.” Added Leo. She poured the steaming brown liquid into coffee mugs with dancing penguins on them. Donnie stood up to grab some sugar. He pulled the sugar from the top cabinet, handing it over. She placed her hand on the sugar, looking into Donatello’s eyes. They froze, locked in a gentle gaze. Her hand crawled onto his forearm, grazing it gently.
“Can you pass that?” Asked Leo, irritation creeping into his throat. She shook her head and passed the sugar, while Donnie sent a death glare Leo’s way. Raphael made an appearance, leaning against the fridge, toothpick sticking out of his mouth. She leaned against her sink, sipping her coffee causally. Inside she felt trapped, the turtles had her surrounded, she had to say something.
“So anything new?” She asked. Leonardo chuckled. Her face twisted in surprise, Leo had never made that noise before, not even last night.
“Is something funny?” Asked raph. Leonardo regained his composure, clearing his throat, speaking very cautiously.
“I just thought she knew about Donnies new-” he paused. “His new invention thingy, tell her don.” Leo retorted quickly drawing attention away from himself.
“Actually she tried it out last night,” beamed Donatello. “It wasn’t perfect, but that was my fault,” He explained. “I’m making adjustments,” he pushed his glasses farther up his face. “it’ll be ready tonight, if you’re down?” He turned to (y/n), she smiled at the thought.
“Actually Donatello,” interrupted Leo. “I was going to ask if she wanted to train with me tonight.” Leo glanced over at her, gauging her reaction. She felt as if she was in a glass box, there for the turtles to spectate.
“Oh yeah THATS what she wants to do.” Donatello rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms.
“Well that’s not really your decision,” snapped Leo. “Is it?” He scowled at Donnie, while Donnie averted his stare. She stood next to Donnie as he placed his hand in the small of her back, cautiously so no one would be able to see. Thoughts of pure bliss flooded her mind at his touch, the memories of last night never giving her rest. She tossed her hair behind her shoulder, desperate to not give away her secret.
“Nice hickeys!” Yelled Mikey, from the couch. They all chuckled to themselves, stopping when they noticed they weren’t the only ones.
“Why are you laughin’?” Raphael asked Leo.
“Because Donnie was laughing.” Leo pointed towards Donatello. Donatello froze.
“Uh,” she stuttered. “Actually I think I have a date tonight.” She blurted the first thing that came to mind. All the turtles immediately snapped their heads towards her, even Mikey all the way from the living room. Raphael rolled his eyes.
“Ya know I think I’m gunna go.” He said, walking towards her window.
“Come on Raphael,” she stopped him. “Don’t be like that.” He looked at her, suddenly realizing he had 3 other pairs of eyes on him.
“Ya alright.” He sat on the couch, begrudgingly, next to Mikey. The tension she felt was almost tangible, they all stared at her, hanging onto her every word.
“So this date?” Asked donatello.
“I uh-” she walked over to Leo and set her coffee cup down next to him. “My mom set me up for this thing like a month ago.” She watched their faces melt into disappointment. “I’ll cancel it!” She blurted. Oh shit, she thought, this is a disaster. She felt the room relax a little,
“So then that’s a yes for tonight?” Asked Don.
“Sure Donnie.” She said quickly.
“What about movie night angel cakes?” Yelled Mikey from the couch.
“Yeah and I thought you wanted me to teach you how to drive my motorcycle.” Raphael interrupted. She bit her finger nails before coming up with a solution.
“Ok I’ll go train with Leo, then go with raph, then Donnie and finally Mikey,” she watched their faces for approval. “Sound good?” Raphael shrugged.
“Sounds good to me.” He walked towards the window, prying it open. “See ya’ shorty.” He smirked before jumping out onto the fire escape.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Donnie said, hugging her before following Raphael home.
“Saving the best for last!” Mikey yelled behind him before following suit. Silence finally settled in between her and Leo.

I got a new name, it’s plum colored
And tastes like sunshine.
I’m walking under these
Starry skies and dreaming.

I got a new heart, a little
Sturdier than the last one,
Steel beams to make it
Stand up to earthquake cracking.

I got a new face, I bought it
On Etsy, glittering like some
Druzy stone, it’s fake– but
Obviously no one can tell.

chibilenalee25  asked:

Hello, now that you have received a request for a message, I asked the last time if I wanted a follow-up to Dave's fic and if I want it: D is great and I leave a lot of questions about what Dave is going to do, (I have no idea if I had already I send the same message I'm sorry if I already did, I'm kind of forgetful and I do not remember)

Of course I can! No you haven’t asked for this yet, I hope you enjoy this! I’ve been hoping for a continuation request lol.

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/158165077827/hey-there-i-love-love-your-work-of-tomco-fanfic


“You know he doesn’t love you.” Tom stopped short when he heard the voice behind him. “You know that a human could never, ever, care about something like us, like YOU.” Tom turned around and narrowed his eyes at Dave.

“Why do you keep trying to convince me of this?” Tom asked.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. Because you know it’s true. You know you’re unlovable, you know you are a mistake, in your family’s eyes, so why should Marco be any different?” Dave asked. Tom clenched his fist and looked away, trying not to rage at the older demon.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom hissed. “You don’t know anything about Marco.” He continued, his eyes were beginning to light up.

“No, but you do.” Dave smirked. “If you truly believed I was wrong, you wouldn’t be so angry right now, you ‘d just go on your way. But you believe that Marco doesn’t love you. That’s why hearing me say it cuts you so deep.” He explained. Tom’s eyes lit up totally and he made a fist with fire surrounded by them.

He was about to rage, attack, do SOMETHING, but he didn’t. Tom just growled at this older cousin and turned away, leaving.

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Marco opened the door to the front door and let out a gasp when Tom tackled him in a hug. “Tom! What’s gotten into you?” Marco giggled, but stopped when he saw Tom was in tears. Marco wrapped Tom up in a hug and held him close. “Tommy, are you okay?” Marco asked. Tom sniffled and pulled Marco closer.

“Please tell me you love me, please just say it?” Tom sobbed. Marco gasped and held his demon close.

“Oh Tommy, you know I adore you.” He promised. “I love you more than anything.” He assured, covering him in kisses. Tom sniffled and wiped away more tears. “Was your family telling you those awful things again?” Marco asked, beginning to look angry. Tom nodded and marco wrapped him up securely. “What were they saying?” Marco asked.

“He said you don’t love me and…” Tom broke off in tears and Marco held him close, rubbing his back.

“There, there, it’s okay.” Marco hushed. He looked at his demon and sighed. “You look so tired. My poor demon, come here you need some rest.” Marco told him. He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. Tom smiled and put his head down on Marco’s lap, closing his eyes. Marco stroked his hair and covered him in kisses. “I love you, Tom.”

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Tom stayed curled up on the couch with his head resting on Marco’s lap for near an hour, fast asleep. Marco brushed Tom’s hair aside and looked down at him lovingly. He didn’t stop the soothing motion when he heard a noise. Marco didn’t look up, he didn’t have to, he knew who was there. “Get out.” Marco still had a calm tone.

“Again, Marco. Not the welcoming type, are you?” Dave asked. Marco narrowed his eyes.

“Oh I’m very welcoming, to those I actually care about.” he seethed, but then went back to petting his demon’s head. “Dave, I am warning you, if you wake up my prince I am going to kill you.” Marco said in an eerily calm voice.

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” Dave smirked and put his arms up defensively. “I’m not here to start a fight, just talk, make an offer actually.” Dave corrected himself.

“You’re offering to leave my home and never harm my Tommy again? I accept, thank you, you may leave.” Marco dismissed Dave and the demon narrowed his eyes.

“No, Marco. I want to make you a different offer.” He explained. “To be a highly honored person in the underworld kingdom, more so than any common prince.” He grinned, and Marco stopped, confused. “You know as well as I do that Tom has something I want, he’s the heir. And he very well shouldn’t be. Which is why I’ve been working so hard at… chipping him down, trying to get him to fall before he reaches the top, so I can beat him there.” Dave explained.

“You’re disgusting.” Marco spat, he felt Tom’s hair and made sure he remained asleep during this. “You work hard on harming and abusing your little cousin to the point of breaking, just so you can be the heir.” Marco recapped.

“Marco, life is a business, and you have to make wise choices to succeed.” He told him. “And my offer is for you to achieve the highly honored position, the queen of the underworld, in return for one small favor.” Dave grinned. “You will be loved! Adored, and everything you could ever want will be handed to you. You’ll royalty, but without any of those dull and annoying responsibilities.” Dave tempted.

“And what horrible thing do you want for me to do to get that?” Marco asked, not willing already. He didn’t need to hear.

“It’s become a chore to break Tom, especially with you building him back up each time.” Dave explained. “So if you could help me out that would be great.”

“Help you out?” Marco asked. Dave rolled his eyes.

“Leave him! Tell him what I know is true, you don’t love him! How could you? When you could have anyone better?” Dave asked. “You are his one last supporting beam. The only thing he loves and relies on. If you leave him he’ll crumble, he’ll fall and then his father will see how weak he really is!” Dave explained. “Then the heir will become me, and you, my dear sweet Marco, I will make my queen.” Dave offered.

Marco held still for a very long time and draped his arm over Tom, who was still sleeping on his lap. “I thought I made this very clear last time you tried to win me over and get me to break Tom’s heart.” Marco spoke. “And you are very lucky that my little love-bug is asleep on my lap right now, because if he weren’t, I would get up and tear you apart.” Marco threatened.

“You could have anything you wanted as my queen!” Dave reminded. “Anything! The perfect life! Why throw that away for him?” He asked. Marco seethed at the demon.

“My life would be nowhere near perfect without Tom. And you know that. And that drives you crazy.” Marco hissed. “I don’t want anything except him, and him to be happy.” Marco admitted, holding the sleeping demon a little closer. “Now please, go, because I already told you what I would do to you if you woke up Tom.” Marco reminded. “He’s tired from everything you put him through, now please go, and just let him get some rest.” Marco demanded.

“Humans never learn. Never.” Dave gritted his teeth. “I made you an offer before, I make you an offer now, and both times you said ‘no’ to accommodate… HIM!” He shouted. Tom stirred and Marco scratched his ears to get him to relax again. A death-stare from Marco was all he needed to back away, afraid.

“You better leave, because Tom won’t be asleep forever, and once he wakes up I’ll be able to get up and attack you.” Marco threatened. “Get out of here, I’m a red belt.”

PROMPT: “My kid followed you out of the store because you’re wearing the same coat as me and they got confused” AU


- Remus had been looking for Teddy for the past ten minutes.

- He was starting to panic, running around in circles around the large supermarket.

- You’d think you’d be able to find a hyperactive 5 year old who had accidentally dyed his hair blue the week before

- But no.

- Remus was starting to pull his hair out.

- Where the hell was his little boy?

- Damn his curious child going for walk about’s on a busy Saturday afternoon!

- He pulled his black coat tighter around himself and made his way quickly to the customer service desk.


- Sirius had finished putting his shopping into his bag at the self service check out and started to head for the door with Harry holding his hand, happily chatting away.

- He hated having to do a shop on a Saturday afternoon, but he completely forgot to pick up snacks for his and Harry’s guy’s night in whilst Lily, James and Regulus had a date night.

- He had just slung his canvas bag over his shoulder when he felt another small hand slip into his.

- He stopped and looked down to see a young boy, around the same age as Harry, with shockingly blue hair stare up at him with wide eyes.

- “Erm, hello there?” Sirius stopped walking. “Are you lost?”

- “You’re not my Daddy!” The boy stated making Sirius chuckle.

- “I’m afraid not, Kiddo.” Sirius smiled.

- “Padfoot isn’t anyones Daddy!” Harry claimed.

- “But you’re wearing his coat!” He accused with a pointed finger.

- “I think we must just have the same coat, buddy.” Sirius attempted to reason with the child.

- Then the kid started to well up and cry. 

- “I lost my Daddd-dddddy!” He bawled, letting go of Sirius hand, scrunched up his fists and pushed them into his eyes.

- Harry rushed over to the little boy and gave him a cute little hug.

- “It’s okay! We look after you!” Harry claimed as the little boy clung to Harry like a life line. 

- Sirius bit his lip, looking around to see if anyone knew the child, but no one seemed to pay them any mind.

- “Oh, don’t cry love.” He knelt down to the boy’s level, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulder who had just stepped out of the hug, but still had a grip of boy’s sleeve. 

- “It’s okay, we’ll help you find your Daddy, won’t we Harry?”

- “Yeah!” Harry cheered.

- The boy sniffed loudly, rubbing one of his eyes red raw but had seemed to calm down a little.

- “What’s your name?” He asked the small boy.

- “Te-Te-Teddy Lupin,” he sniffed, then he gasped. 

- “My Daddy told me not to talk to strangers!” He suddenly remembered and covered his mouth with his hands.

- Sirius smiled sweetly to him. He was an adorable child with a punk ass hairdo.

- His Dad must be pretty cool.

- “That’s very true, you shouldn’t. My name is Sirius, but you can call me Padfoot, and this is Harry. There, now we’re not strangers, are we?” He grinned whilst Teddy nodded. “How old are you?”

- “F-five.”

- “I’m five, too!” Harry beamed. 

- “Can you tell me what your Daddy looks like?” He inquired.

- “He’s very tall,” he demonstrated by holding his hand above his head, “and has curly hair. He’s wearing your coat.” 

- “Hmm, okay.” Sirius pondered. “Let’s go see if we can find him, okay?” 

- Teddy nodded as Harry took ahold of his and Sirius’ hands.

- “It’s okay, Teddy. Padfoot is the bestest! He help you find your Daddy!” Harry assured him.

- “Sirius, can I have blue hair, too?”


- “Hello, sir, how may I hel-”

- “My sons run off! His names Teddy Lupin! Please, can you help? Make an announcement or something, please!” Remus begged.

- “Oh dear,” The kindly looking woman gasped, placing her hand over her heart.

- “I have four boys myself, it’s so frightening to think that one could just disappear on you-”

- “Yes, yes,” he snapped impatiently, “can you make an announcement please?!”

- “Oh, right, of course.” She grabbed ahold of the microphone.

- “Customer Announcement: May a Teddy Lupin please make their to the customer service desk please, a Teddy Lupin. Your father is waiting.” 

- “There you go sir.” She smiled politely. “I wouldn’t worry, he should be along shortly.”

- “Yeah thanks,” he fretted, anxiously jigging his leg looking around the to see if his son will turn up.

- What if he had been kidnapped?

- What if he followed some creepy man out of the store to go look at puppies?

- He’d seen that on Criminal Minds!

- What if his son is getting murdered right now?!


- “Customer Announcement: May a Teddy Lupin please make their to the customer service desk please, a Teddy Lupin. Your father is waiting.”

- “Oh, it looks like your Dad is at the service desk, buddy!” Sirius cheered.

- “Does that mean Teddy’s going back to his Daddy now?” Harry questioned.

- “Sure does, buddy.” 

- “Oh,” he sighed sadly.

- “What’s up, Harry?” 

- “It’s just … when Teddy goes back to his Daddy, I won’t see him again,” he sniffed, hanging his head low.

- “But we friends now, right?” Teddy asked Harry, still holding his hand.

- Harry nodded. 

- “Then, I’m sure Daddy will let me see you again!” Teddy grinned, his tears from earlier had completely evaporated. 

- “Yeah?” Harry cheered, “Can we be bestest friends?” Harry asked excitedly.

- “Yeah!” Teddy beamed, throwing his arm’s around Harry’s neck and hugging him tightly. 

- Sirius felt his heart swell at the adorable display of his godson and this young boy.

- He turned back to the customer service desk to see a man stood there anxiously looking around that fit the description that Teddy gave him.

- Except that Teddy had elected not to tell him that his Dad was hot.

- Sirius bit his lip in anticipation and felt his stomach flip.

- He made sure that Harry was still holding Teddy’s hand and made his way over to this beautiful man.


- “Excuse me?” 

- Remus turned to the voice and saw his son holding the hand of a young boy.

- “Teddy!” He shouted dropping to his knees, pulling his son in tightly for a big hug.

- “Daddy!” He beamed, returning the hug. 

- Remus grabbed him lightly by the shoulders and pull him back to look him in the eyes.

- “What have I told you about running off, Teddy? I told you you need to stay with me when were out and about! Especially now that we’re in a new town!” 

- Teddy hung his head low and mumbled an apology.

- Remus quickly pulled him back in for a hug, kissing his cheeks over and over.

- “As long as your safe, don’t scare me like that again, sweetie please!” Remus pleaded. 

-  “I’m sorry Daddy.” He sniffed. 

- “It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay, you’re with me now okay? No more running off. Promise?”

- “I promise.” He said in a small voice.

- “I made new friends though!” Teddy’s demeanour brightened up as he finally acknowledged the man and child that had brought him back to him.

- Remus looked up and felt his mouth go dry.

- The man was smiling sweetly at them and rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly and holding the hand of another child.

- The child had messy black hair and wore circled glasses.

- The man had long black hair that was waved perfectly down to his collarbone, he had stormy-ocean eyes and a blinding white smile.

- Remus noticed that he was wearing the same black coat that he was.

- “This is Padfoot! I thought he was you and you were leaving without me cause you got the same coat! And this is Harry! My new bestest friend!”

- Teddy reached up to grab ahold of Padfoots coat and pulled him closer to Remus.

- Remus stood back up to greet him, resting his hands on Teddy’s shoulders to make sure he didn’t wander off again.

- “Thank you so much for bringing him back to me,” Remus shook Sirius’ hand, “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost him.” 

- “It’s not a problem. I’m Sirius, and this is Harry.” He gave him a lopsided smile.

- “Remus.” He sighed. “If there’s anything I can do to thank you.” 

- “Well …” Sirius bit his lip, wondering if he was really going to use Remus’ son’s minor disappearance to get a date with the cute man.

- “Yes?” Remus smiled which made Sirius’ mind up.

- “Well, the boys wanted to see each other again, so … well, me and Harry are having a boy’s night in tonight whilst his parents are out, and I was wondering … would you like to join us? I mean, Harry and Teddy are bestest of friends now…” He winked.

- Remus blushed and stuttered.

- “O-Oh … Oh, t-that would … I mean, we d-don’t want to impose on your boy’s night.”

- “Plweaaaaase Daddy?” Teddy begged, pulling at his Dad’s coat.

- “It’d be our pleasure, wouldn’t it Haz?” 

- “Yeah! Then I get to see Teddy again!” He cheered. 

- Remus bit his lip and looked up at Sirius through his lashes.

- “O-okay. Yeah, sure. That sounds great, thank you.” 

- “Perfect!” Sirius grinned. “Do you know where Gordic’s Hallow is?” 

- Remus nodded. 

- “We actually just moved in down that street last week.” 

- “Really?” Sirius beamed. “That’s where we live, too! I’m at 36.”

- “We’re at 34!” Teddy all but shouted.

- “Oh, so you’re my new neighbours!” He questioned with a smile. “We were wondering when we’d bump into you’s!” 

- “Yeah, we were meaning to introduce ourselves, but the week got a little hectic.” Remus chuckled, ruffling Teddy’s hair.

 - “It’s fine,” he smiled. “Harry and his parents actually live at 35, across the road.”

- “So we can see each other all the time?!” Teddy asked Harry.

- “Yeah! You can come over every day! Mummy, Daddy and Papa would love that!” 

- Remus furrowed his eyebrows a little, then looked back to Sirius who shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Remus to make a rude comment and ruin everything.

- “Polygamous?” He asked quietly with no hint of accusation in his voice. Sirius nodded.

- “Ahh, that makes sense.” He nodded and smiled as Sirius sighed with relief. 

- “Sounds like you’ve made a good friend, Teds!” Remus praised his son.

- “Yup!” Teddy beamed to his Daddy with pride. 

- “We better get going, thank you so much for looking after him for me, Sirius.” Remus smiled. 

- “It was my pleasure, really.” He smirked. “Is 6 tonight alright for you both?”

- “Perfect. We’ll see you then, Padfoot.” Remus winked causing Sirius’ to melt slightly.

- “Say ‘Thank you and bye’ Teddy”

- “Thank you! Bye!” He waved and took ahold of his Dad’s hand.

- Sirius watched them both leave the supermarket with a love-sick smile.

- “I tell you, deary,” the woman behind the customer service desk said to Sirius, “it seem’s like you’d two would make a very cute couple.”

- Sirius turned to her with a large grin.

- “I sure hope so!” 


I love these two nerds so much ❤