Genre: fluff, one shot, tiny smut (does it even count? lol)
Word Count: 1.8k
a/n: just felt like writing a little cute one shot because i’ve been gone for a while and taehyung looks so cute yet hot in the morning.. i don’t even know how he does it, he’s not human or something bc look at him. thanks for sticking around and thank you so much for reading :)
“Lay with me a bit longer.” You hear Taehyung mumble behind you in his groggy morning voice. He stretches out his arm and grabs your t-shirt then tugs it gently. You were sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the time on the clock realizing you had overslept yet again. You could hear the noise of traffic down below and the chirping songs of the early birds outside your window. This morning you weren’t alone.
It was funny and adorable how quickly Tae realized you weren’t by his side or in his arms anymore. You turn around and smile at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was bent into a frown his long body sprawled out under the covers now in the spot where you were once laying. Taehyung wasn’t a morning person and he was usually a heavy sleeper but this past week he had been waking up every morning begging you to not go like a child. He was still tugging on your shirt half awake half asleep.
-he’d noticed you cross your arms over your chest as your brows furrowed, and would immediately take you to another room before you could throw a fit-
*cups your face between his hands* “Why are you pouty babygirl?” *frowns when you just shrug* “You need to tell me so I can help, I can’t do anything if you just pout.”
-though he would be playing Overwatch with the others; he’d turn to watching as your cheeks flush a bright red while you begin to tear up-
*motions for you to follow him to the bedroom but you don’t listen; moving off the couch and onto the floor* “Babygirl..” *crouches down beside you, brushing hair out of your face* “Why are you grumpy?”
You; … “Come on let’s go to the room and talk, my love.”
-he and the others would be talking when you’d just suddenly pout and begin to cry-
*automatically turns his attention to you, pulling you into his arms* “Aiish Jagi, why are you crying little one?” *you’d just poutily snuggle into his embrace* “Sh, sh, sh- it’s okay, there’s no reason to be upset.”
-as you two sat there in the practice room, waiting for the others to be done; he’d hear you sniffle as you began to angrily pout*
*moving so he was now facing you; he’d face you towards him, forcing your tears eyes to meet his* “What’s wrong, y/n?” “Are you hungry or something?”
You; “Yes Daddy..” *nods as you begin to cry* *he’d chuckle, sighing as he pulled you into his arms* “Yah, yah- no more crying, Daddy will buy you something yummy in a bit, okay?”
-as you walked over the fridge; reaching for the ice cream for the fifth time today, he’d come up from behind you, putting it back; you’d immediately begin to throw a fit not even caring that the others were around-
*shaking his head, taking you back to the living room* “Princess, you can throw a fit all you like but you can’t always get what you want.” *you’d just grumpily stomp, laying yourself face down onto the couch* “Throw a tantrum all you like, little one- you’re still not gonna get what you want.”
-while the two of you were waiting for y’all’s delivery with the others, you’d find yourself becoming grumpier and grumpier by the minute-
*he’d glance over at you, shaking his head at your poutiness* “What did I tell you about having patience, princess?”
You; “That it wasn’t good to be so impatient all the time..” “Good girl, now stop pouting or else I’ll take you over my knee right now in front of everyone.”
-he’d be sitting with you on the floor, watching you colour while the others played Overwatch when you’d suddenly toss your crayons away from you as you teared up-
*moving your stuff away, he’d scoot over to you; pulling you onto his lap* “What’s wrong, princess?”
You; “I feel mad..” *gently rubs your back* “I know you do, but why?” “You have no reason to be upset, and you’re over here throwing a fit in front of everyone. Do you wanna go on time out?”
(A/N) Heyo! I’m finally back again with a fluffy smut where you and SF9′s Rowoon have been childhood friends forever, can you stay that way for much longer? Awkward teenage feelings and sexual tension ensues!
You don’t really remember becoming friends with Rowoon, just that it was during a sweltering hot summer and your mom had plopped your favorite floppy red hat on your little toddle head. The cicadas had been screaming their usual cacophonous chorus as you and your mother walked hand in hand toward the new city playground that had just been built. You’d begged and pleaded for your mom to take you, pushing out a few forced tears in order to get your point across. She’d laughed cordially at that and kissed your cheek, never able to deny her little pumpkin as you beamed up at the face you loved most in this world. You couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped your lips as you urged your mother to hurry up, your pretty sun dress dress twirling around your chubby legs excitedly, “Mama, Mama, let’s go!”
A/N: first chapter! Read the prologue first, if you are a new reader!
The morning following her arrival to Hateno Village, after giving him a kiss on his brow, Zelda left a deeply asleep Link to get acquainted with her new place of residence.
Clad in her more comfortable blouse, pants and boots, she wandered through the winding road up the hill, until she could reach a height at which she could observe the whole place.
The sight brought a satisfying smile to her face.
It’s amazing how Hateno has changed! It was a small settlement a hundred years ago, now it’s bursting with life and activity. Link's house is one of the oldest ones - it was about to be demolished, can you believe it?
She kept walking, reaching the premises of the Laboratory, with the intention of greeting its colorful resident.
Despite her extremely youthful appearance, Zelda recognized the sheikah scientist - her glasses gave her away.
‘Goddesses, Purah, what happened to you?!’, Zelda gasped in shock, hands covering her open mouth.
‘Occupational hazards, Princess’, the tiny child-woman said, shrugging and giving her a cheery wink. ‘Good to see you again!’
'Likewise. I came to see how you were faring’, Zelda informed her, ‘and to ask if you could see how my Sheikah slate is working’.
Purah checked the device thoroughly while she explained the Princess her findings on the past century - she was not scant on the details of her accident.
‘It’s perfectly fine, but some upgrades wouldn’t hurt’, she explained, tapping the screen. 'Go back to Link's and see if he has spare parts’.
‘How do you know I’m at his house?’, Zelda asked.
'Symin went out and brought some gossip on how Hateno’s newest mystery resident arrived with a lady in a white dress on the back of his horse’, Purah explained, gesticulating with excitement. 'Besides the black fog at the castle faded in a burst of light the other day. You don’t have to be a genius to assume you both defeated the Calamity!’
'Which is true’, Zelda assured. 'I wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t, would I?’
'Sure thing! But in all honesty, I think people probably think you just got hitched’, she chuckled, with a cheery grin, 'white dresses can be misleading!’
The Princess’ face looked as a freshly mined ruby.
'Purah, I will return later with the materials’ - Zelda dashed to the door - 'I need to fix this misunderstanding!’
Zelda didn’t even have to open the door, for Link smashed it open. He waved to the scientists.
'I was looking for you’ - he grabbed her hand, taking her with him - ‘Come with with me’. He seemed a bit upset.
'I know I should have let you know where I was going’, she recognized, letting herself be guided by him. 'Where are we going?’
Zelda looked to the village as they approached it. There was a small crowd gathered near the general store. Immediately an idea popped in her head.
'A-are you going to introduce me…’, she asked nervously. ’…to the people?’
He nodded, smiling widely.
'What are we going to tell them?’, she asked, trying to find the words to explain easily who was her and how she got there.
She squinted at him, not sure if he was going to tell an abridged version of the facts, or actually the whole story.
Before she could even muster a word to introduce herself, Link surprised her.
‘This is Zelda’, he presented her, 'she is living with me from now on, as my permanent roommate. Be nice to her, please, she is new to many things’.
No more details. A very Link introduction for sure. Only one thing made her iffy.
People kindly greeted her, giving her a warm welcome. Some people even gave her gifts, mostly prepared meals and flowers.
Once she knew all the names, both returned home.
'Permanent roommate? Seriously?’, Zelda asked, certainly upset, leaving the gifts on the table. 'What kind of concept is that?’
'I’m sorry, but what else would I say to them?’ - he shrugged- ‘We’re not newlyweds, like some people thought, and they already know mostly everything about you but your name’.
'What do they know about me?’, she asked startled, worried about his answer.
'I’ve been running around all the corners of Hyrule for months, talking more and to more people than I ever had in my entire life’, he informed her. ‘Most folks in Hyrule know about me and my mission’ - he sighed, drooping his shoulders - 'go figure out the rest’.
'And I was thinking how fantastic would be a life in anonymity, at least for a while’, she sighed in resignation.
I had a really eventful morning. Not only I was able to catch up with the findings of a very rejuvenated Purah - my Sheikah slate is in dire need of updates in comparison to Link’s - but I was also introduced to the villagers by my “permanent roommate” - a term coined by Link to describe our current living status, which I find uncomfortable, to say the least, considering all that has transpired between us.
After lunch, Zelda went to the Lab to upgrade her slate, and wandered around, trying its new features.
I am amazed by the upgrade features! I am out of words by the compendium. I’m so eager to complete it; I might be able to add something new if I am lucky enough to discover a creature or a stone.
The rustle of grass took her eyes away from her writing. She already knew who it was.
'What do you want, permanent roommate?’, she asked, closing her notepad, not even turning to face him. 'I’m busy with my research’.
‘You aren’t. You always do that thing when you are mad’, he noted, 'You shut yourself away, not telling why you are acting like that’ - he sat on the grass next to her - ‘I’m not leaving until you explain yourself’.
‘Your poor choice of words when explaining our relationship to the villagers’. She cut straight to the point.
And then it dawned on him. Zelda heard the slapping noise of his hand against his face and a troubled groan.
‘I’m sorry’, he apologized in a pitiful tone, ‘I didn’t mean it; I thought it described well out situation’.
‘I know’, she acknowledged, turning to face him, ‘That’s why I went to be grumpy on my own. I can be petty if I want to’.
‘I do remember that’.
‘It’s not just that though… I thought people didn’t know who I was’, Zelda commented, playing with the grass blades. ‘I wanted a fresh start, to do whatever I wanted, specially researching’
'No one is telling you what to do now, but’ - he stroked her hair- 'you are who you are, and you can’t rub that off you…You can be a scholar, and still fulfill your royal duties’.
'Let’s go back home’, he requested, offering his hand for her to stand up, 'I made you cake’.
'Sounds like a good plan’, she observed, holding his hand.
They walked hand in hand back home, silently, stealing glances.
Once home, she realized that next to the cake was a beautiful notebook, covered in leather.
'I forgot to give you your birthday gift last night’, he admitted, handing her the item, 'I thought you might want to continue your research in a proper logbook’.
Her eyes widened, with a spark of glee shining on her emerald irises, and a wide smile graced her lips. Her priceless reaction made him feel extremely rewarded.
'Goddesses, it’s fantastic!’, she shouted, examining it, ‘Thank you’ -she held the notebook against her heart- 'this means so much to me’.
He just remained silent, cheeks tinted red.
‘I have a lot of research to do’, she told him coyly, tapping the hard-covered notebook. 'I consider you have the qualifications required to be my assistant… What do you think?’
‘As long as it doesn’t involve eating raw hot-footed frogs’ - he made a disgusted gesture - ‘I accept’.
His answer compelled her to give him a big kiss on the cheek.
This is the first, albeit unofficial entry in this log. I have to catch up not only with a hundred years of research, but also with all the people who remain from our past and present. Link will join me in this quest, not only as my guardian and assistant, but also as something else - to my surprise, this logbook had a charming dedication, perhaps added after a misunderstanding we had during the day, related precisely about our relationship status:
Fandom: Zootopia Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps Rating: K+ WC: 2586 Summary:It’s Valentine’s Day at the ZPD, and love is in the air! Judy’s arranged a rose exchange, giving her partner-in-solving-crime the perfect opportunity. Nick just might summon enough courage to tell Judy how he really feels about her…
…Or maybe he’ll just get Clawhauser to do it for him. A short, fluffy, two-shot fic for the holiday!
The Ravagers ship was one of the dirtiest places you’d ever seen. At least Yondu’s smaller ship had been cleaner but this ship; not even the hideout your kidnappers took you to had been this filthy. But that wasn’t the worst part of all, no that would be the dirty looks you received from all the Ravagers. The moment Yondu brought you on board the ship, his crew fell silent and eyed you with a hunger in their eyes greater than you’d ever seen before. The boy’s from back home never looked at you like that.
“I’ll be in mah quarters,” Yondu announced shortly where he stood beside you and turned on his heels without as much as a look at you.
“W-What?!” You watched horrified as he strolled away, down one of the corridors. Wild-eyed you stared back at the Ravagers and the big grins on their faces. Oh God, he couldn’t just leave you here could he?!
//Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Spanking, Rough Sex, Bathroom Sex, Handjob.
//A/N: Not everything is as it seems.
The day of your wedding was beautiful, magical, lovely, it was everything you had ever wanted and more. You were currently sitting in your dressing area with your best friends and family. Your family loved Tyler, so did your friends, so they couldn’t be happier with the fact that you were marrying him. Your hair had finally been done, your dress was on, makeup was flawless, everything on your end was ready to go. “You ready?” Your parent asked. You nod your head and stand at the back of the line behind all of the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and your maid of honor. She was with Josh, seeing as he was Tyler’s best man. You look between heads and see Tyler under the Pew, looking nervous, but also having the biggest smile on his face. Once everyone has gone down the aisle, the crowds of people in seats stand, and you know it’s your turn to walk. You loop arms with your parent and push through the doors, immediately seeing people begin to cry, Tyler included. You look over to Josh as well, who was smiling happily at you, but still, a hint of sadness resonated in his eyes. You clear your throat and link hands with Tyler as the officiant begins their speech. You each say your vows, before kissing each other, and the friends and family applaud. You smile at everyone as you to walk hand in hand back down the aisle. Once inside, Tyler runs with you up the stairs and shuts the door behind him. “Hello, Mrs. Joseph” he says, smiling as big as he could. “Mrs. Joseph, I like the sound of that” you say as he takes a step closer. You wrap your arms around him and you kiss deeply, everything feeling like it had more meaning. “We should get back, that party is for us, you know” you say, pulling back. Tyler lets out a frustrated groan before opening the door and letting you out first. You walk back down the stairs and go outside, where the reception was being held. You hear a loud applause as the two of you walk out, but all you could focus on was Josh standing in the back. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. You groan and kick off your heels, obliging to dance. The night was as amazing as the actual wedding, and you couldn’t have had a better time. As the night comes to a close you see that Josh had left early. Before you can even react, Tyler pulls you along to the limo and practically pushes you in. You hit what felt like a person on your way in, and look up to see the familiar mess of yellow hair. Josh. Let’s go back to they night.///////////////////////// Marry me. His words were ringing in your ears and you looked up to see if he was serious. You’re left speechless looking between the boys, both of them expecting an answer. “Tyler, I love you, but I also love Josh. This is something I don’t think I can decide on right now” you say, standing from the bed. “(Y/N) that’s not what I asked” Tyler said. You must’ve been visibly confused, and so was Josh, so he continued. “You were mine first. To the world and anyone looking in, you still are mine and only mine. I don’t think we should end what we've been doing. It would kill me to see how upset either of you would be. But, (Y/N), I love you so much more than you will ever know. I just want to be with you forever, and let everybody know. I want to know that whatever happens between the three of us, you will always stick by me. Because I will always stick by you” he finishes, with a deep sigh. You hear Josh clear his throat, and you look at him to see him nodding, letting you know it was okay. You look back at Tyler, smiling. “Well, Tyler, yes. I will marry you”/////////////// The limo pulls off once Tyler is inside the car, and both of the men look at you, while you look straight ahead. Tyler wanted to get married as soon as possible, so the wedding was four months after that night. In all of that time, none of you had sex, or anything relating to such. Now, the sexual tension between the three of you was as strong as ever. You place a hand on one of each of the boys thighs, smiling when they both inhale at the same time. You lean over to Tyler first, kissing him deeply and running your fingers through his hair. You pull back and bite your lip slightly, moving over to Josh and doing the same thing. After a while of this, you get onto the ground of the limo and help them both unbutton their pants and slide them down along with their underwear. You use one Hand on each, stroking them both in unison. The mix of moans between the men was enough to make you get wet yourself, causing you to start rubbing your legs together. You move your head back and forth between them, bobbing your head on one at a time. You can feel their both reaching their ends, which is why you pulled away and sat back up in your seat. Both of the boys are visibly mad and ask why you stopped. You stay quiet until the car stops, and you get out, rushing to the hotel you were staying in tonight. You check in using your name, and take the keys, the boys walking in not far after. “Why the grumpy faces?” You ask, teasingly. Before they can answer, you move past them and walk to the bathroom, going to a stall. You do your business and walk to the sink, washing your hands. You open the door and look up, just to see two very angry faces staring back. “Something wrong?” You ask innocently. Tyler pushes you back into the bathroom and lifts you to the sink, kissing you hard enough to make your head hit the mirror. Josh checks all the stalls before locking the door and walking towards you and Ty. Tyler pulls off your wedding dress, and sets it on a different sink, his breath hitching when he sees what lingerie you had chosen for the both of them. “Mm, baby” Josh says, taking a step closer. Josh and Tyler were now in front of you, staring hungrily. “You know, it’s too bad this is really nice lingerie” Josh says, pulling the strap of the side of your thing and letting it slap back onto your hip. “Because you teased us, didn’t let either of us finish, didn’t let us speak to you, and the list goes on and on baby doll” Tyler finishes for him. “And when you get all defiant. We aren’t so gentle.” With that, Tyler pulls off your bra and Josh pulls down your thing, with so much intensity strings were popping everywhere and scratched you on the way off. You let out a loud groan and Tyler pulls you off the sink, turning you so you see yourself in the mirror. Josh pulls your head back with your hair, and quickly latches his lips onto your neck, while Tyler pulls one of your breasts in his mouth, biting softly. You don’t hesitate to let out loud groans, the wetness between your legs becoming more apparent. Without warning or hesitation, Josh pushes you down onto the ground, pulling you slightly so that you were on all fours. “I had her last time. Take this as a wedding gift” Josh says, moving in front of you and dropping to his knees. You hear Tyler doing the same from behind you, and also heartbeat sound of their pants dropping to the ground. Josh grabs your head and helps you to slowly place your mouth around his length, but Tyler is quick to shove himself inside you, making you take Josh deeper. You begin to choke slightly, but Josh didn’t let up. Meanwhile, Tyler was giving slap after sleep to your backside, always curling his fingers on the spot after each hit. Josh finally lets you move back to breathe, and smirks when you have to recollect your breath. You ease your way back onto him, making sure not to let Tyler’s ruthless thrusts interrupt you. You steady yourself with one hand and use your other to massage your clit. Tyler takes notice and nods at Josh. Josh pulls your hand away from yourself and looks you dead in the eyes. “We didn’t say you could do that” he says, the grip on your wrist tightening. You nod and set it back down on the ground. Tyler’s thrusts become more rough and fast, his hands now gripping your hips and forcing you to take him as deep as possible. He slowly moves one hand down to your clit, picking up where you had left off. It’s not long after that when you finally spill over the edge, and moan around Josh. The boys weren’t finished though. Even though you were done, they continued to use your body, and Tyler continues on your clit, trying to help you reach your second orgasm. Josh thrusts once more into your mouth, finally pouring what he had down your throat. The vulgar sounds he had made were enough to make you spill a second time, Tyler not far behind. With one last sloppy and hard hit, he came, both of the boys pulling out from you. Your arms and legs were so weak that once they weren’t holding you anymore, you fell over and laid stiff on the ground. Both the boys get redressed, and Tyler grabs your dress, sliding it back down over your body, while Josh slid your bra and panties into his pocket. Tyler watches you struggle to stand, and picks you up bridal style, before carrying you out of the bathroom. “We wore you out that bad?” Josh asks, a softness present in his voice. You nod your head. “And i loved every minute of it”
A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Otayuri, lee Yuri) - 29. “I can’t sleep…” combined with Yuri on Ice!!! (Otayuri) - 3. “Why are you so grumpy?~” by another anon! Probably the last I’ll be writing in one night of speedwriting, but I think I broke a shameful writing record … x) #happy1yearanniversarytomyblogalright.
Summary: Yuri is tired enough to be in need of a power nap, but can’t get himself to sleep peacefully. Otabek finds that tickling him is the solution: it’ll either wake him up properly so a nap won’t be necessary, or it’ll give him the final push to fall asleep and rest. Now which is it gonna be….
Word Count: 1235
“Beka… Turn the volume the fuck down.” Otabek raised his eyebrows and looked down at Yuri who lay in the corner of the couch, only a little bit away from him, curled up like a kitten.
“Say what?” he asked in a calm but low voice. Yuri only made a grunting sound and waved his hand angrily at Otabek who sat in the other corner of the couch, the remote in his hand as he watched some silly comedy show.
“Why are you so grumpy?~” he asked, earning a cushion in his face. This had been Yuri’s only support for his head, and Otabek chuckled when Yuri turned on his back, squirming uncomfortably with both his hands covering his eyes.
“Hmh tired. I can’t sleep… Beka. Turn it down,” Yuri sighed grumpily.
“You shouldn’t be able to sleep. It’s noon,” Otabek replied, but he still did as he told and turned the volume down a bit. Yuri still didn’t seem satisfied since he turned back onto his side restlessly, his knees pulling up to his chest as he curled up. Heh. Otabek wasn’t returning that cushion either.
“Mrmph. Need a power nap,” Yuri mumbled. Otabek rolled his eyes but still smiled. Yuri could easily get up and retreat to rest in bed, but he chose not to. Otabek knew he wouldn’t, since on relaxing weekend days like these Yuri refused to be in separate rooms. It was funny and cute how Yuri was being grumpy but affectionate at the same time.
“Still can’t sleep.” Yuri continued to complain, sigh and filled the room with negative energy. Otabek found himself torn between being disapproving about sleeping so early on the day, but then again he thought after such a tough week of training Yuri did earn some rest. Oh, but he knew how he could get him to sleep without tucking him into bed right away.
“You know what works better?” Otabek finally asked after a lot of uncomfortable turning and squirming from Yuri, and the sleepy guy opened one eye and looked at him with a frown.
Otabek extended his hand and motioned he should come to his side of the couch. Yuri first sighed and closed his eyes again, ignoring him and too lazy to move, but then after a short moment he reacted.
The Kazakh grinned when Yuri crawled closer, and he allowed the smaller teen to curl up against him. Rubbing his head against Otabek’s chest, Yuri made himself comfortable, wrapping his arms around his middle as he accepted his boyfriend’s invitation.
Smiling, Otabek lowered his hand and rubbed Yuri’s back. He then grinned and hooked his fingers under the hem of Yuri’s sweater, lightly trailing his fingernails along his bare waistline. He could feel Yuri tense up against him and he felt warm and tingly with mischief at the thought of what he would be doing to him in three- two- one….
“Whaahahaha Bekah! Fuck no!” Yuri’s angry giggles filled the room at once. Otabek used both hands to scribble at the skin of Yuri’s waist and lower back, then slowly moved up further under his sweater to tease more of his skin.
“Otabek no!” Yuri warned before collapsing and letting his beautiful laughter loose.
“Hahaha-how’s this waha working better!?” Ah, Otabek hoped he would ask, enjoying his own little excuse to tease his sweet sensitive boyfriend with tickles.
“Tickling you will either wake you up completely, or make you sleepy enough to get to that power nap straight away. It will just work either way,” he said, his voice calm unlike his fingers that moved rapidly all over Yuri’s sides and back.
“You bahahastard!” Yuri squealed and twisted, holding tightly onto him but also making desperate movements to jump out of his grip at the same time.