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for you (m)

× genre and warnings :: yoongi + hybrid reader + hybrid jimin, hybrid au incase you didn’t get that, explicit smut: includes mxm, threesomes, and polyamory

× notes :: this is pretty much pwp i just wanted to post something for yoongi’s birthday, so happy birthday bub ilu drop agust d 2 thanks; [gif credit here]

× word count :: 2.5k

× précis :: it’s yoongi’s birthday and you and jimin decide you ought to thank him for being the best owner a hybrid could have

“What are you two up to?” Yoongi questions. 

With a raised eyebrow, he looks down at Jimin, whose head rests on his left shoulder. You and Jimin share a look, as you have been all night—the reason for Yoongi’s suspicions—before looking up at him at the same time.

“Nothing.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. When it comes to you and Jimin, that’s less than likely. “You lying, kitten?”

You press a light kiss to the corner of his jaw, before getting up from the couch all together. “To you? Never.”

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heaven. (m)

# pairing. manager!namjoon x idol!reader

# genre. late 90′s - early 00′s au, idol au, smut, fluff.

# word count. 5.5k+

# warning(s). house party [ alcohol usage ], smut [ soft dom!namjoon, virgin!reader, semi-public setting, fingering, edging/orgasm denial ], blackpink is featured within the fic along with jackson wang. | unedited as of sept. 13

# summary: being apart of the world’s biggest girl group had its struggles, especially when your members could barely stand the sight of you. it’s not all bad though, at least your manager, namjoon, is always available to comfort in any way you need him to.

↳ a/n. this is only part one 1 ! there will be multiple parts!

↳ m/l. fic masterlist | full masterlist

“So, that whole thing was a lie? We aren’t really getting a break?” Jisoo asks, being the first to break the silence after twenty minutes. Her eyes are still closed shut, patiently waiting for the makeup artist to add the final touches of her eyeliner.

Within this current situation, she was the one who had been least upset; maybe it was because it worked out in her favor.

You, on the other hand, were pissed.

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Hello! I love your work, could I ask you a request about Jungkook strong/intimidating aura but soft towards the reader who is shy, inexperienced and shy?🥺it turns him on but at the same time he feel protective towards her innocence. I would love to read a smut interactions between this two 🥺✨

Pairings: Jeongguk + Reader Word Count: 4.1k+ words Warnings: shy virgin oc gets it with her buff! soft dom! short haired! tattooed & pierced! boyfriend! koo, oc and jk are cat people in this universe, typical overprotective boyfriend, size kink, he also spits on your pu$y, protected sex, pwp

Note: not beta'd. im in a rush lol sorry.

Requests are always open.

This was not how Jeongguk planned to spend his day off. What’s a buff, 5’10 guy, all inked and pierced doing in the middle of the baby aisle? Looking like a dilf? It felt as if he was entering every circle of hell of his own accord every time his brother, Seokjin, asks him to run for a diaper supply. 

He adores his nephew, that’s a fact, which is why he spoils him so much whenever he comes by. What he doesn’t like is his brother bulldozing through his already set plans for the day.

The day is bright and the weather is clear, but Jeongguk complaining to his brother over the phone is making it seem like it’s gloomy.

“Hyung, I don’t fucking get this shit,” his brows furrowed as he studies the packaging intently. “How am I supposed to know what to get?”

“The size is on the left…I think?” Seokjin nervously gulps, hoping his memory serves him correctly.

“There’s nothing here,” Jeongguk sighs as he returns the diaper back on the shelf.

It was now Seokjin’s brows turn to knit, “Wait, what were you holding?”

He squints his eyes at the item he just returned, “Uhh it’s Pampers?”

“Ah, we usually buy Huggies for Iseul,” Seokjin shrinks in his seat as soon as he hears his younger brother inhale sharply. “Sorry I forgot…again.”

“You could’ve told me that earlier!” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jeongguk threw his head back in frustration. “Okay, Huggies. What size?” 

“Size 4!” His elder brother’s enthusiasm made him pull his phone away from his ear. “While you’re at it, can you get me Frosted Flakes, too?”

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit. Goodbye,” he quickly ended the call, randomly throwing three packs of diapers in his cart, not even looking at it anymore.

Jeongguk turns his cart with little to no effort while whistling to ease his boredom as he makes his way to the next aisle. If his assumptions are correct, mostly based on his grocery shopping observations, this particular store doesn’t carry frosted flakes. But then again, it doesn’t hurt to try. 

“Frosted flakes…Frosted flakes…” Jeongguk mumbles as he scans every row for the cereal. When there was no sight of the blue box, he frowned. 

Jeongguk: There are no frosted fucking flakes [2:00 PM]

Seokjin Hyung: am sad ;-( [2:00 PM]

Jeongguk: You type like an idiot [2:00 PM]

Just as he was about to push his cart out of the breakfast aisle, a soft voice stopped him from doing so, “Excuse me? Can you help me reach the Lucky Charms?”

Looking over at his shoulder, he lifts a brow, “And why would I do that? Do I look like I work here?”

Your lips parted as you scanned him from head to toe. Somehow, you felt embarrassed that he assumed he was an employee when he’s wearing literally every black clothing there is to exist. A nice fit on his body, though, if you may add. 

“No, but I–uhm–you’re…taller than me,” feeling extra small and intimidated by his cold aura, you didn’t meet his gaze anymore. Instead, your eyes stayed glued to your feet, “Actually, it’s fine. I’ll just call the–”

He didn’t even give you enough time to finish your sentence. 

The next thing you know, his big body was blocking your vision as he reached for the cereal on the top shelf with ease. Jeongguk didn’t even need to tip his toes like you normally would and that was weirdly amusing for you.

“Here,” he hands you your box of cereal.

“Oh,” it took you a while to process what just happened so you blinked. Multiple times.

When your eyes slowly grew wide and your smile reached up to your eyes, Jeongguk could’ve sworn that love at first sight wasn’t an urban legend anymore. Like, who even bows at a full ninety degrees just for a mere cereal box? Definitely not him.

“Thank you so so much!” You waved the box to a dumbfounded Jeongguk who only nodded his head as you pushed your cart away. 

He just watched you walk away happily, maybe even trying to remember whatever tune you were humming as you walked away. 

Without breaking his gaze from where you once were, Jeongguk pulls his phone out and presses on his brother’s number like it was muscle memory, “Hyung, do you need anything this week?” 

“It’s all good, today was just a mishap,” Seokjin reassures. 

“Okay, how about next week? I can–uhh–run to the groceries or some shit,” he nervously asks, hoping his brother would never catch anything suspicious.

“I think we’re all good for now,” his brother says with conviction, but only because he doesn’t want to bother his younger brother for errands next time.

“You sure?” Jeongguk pushes.

“Yes, Jeongguk. I’m very sure,” Seokjin sighed. “...Are you flirting with the cashier again?”

“Fuck off, just wanted to help you while I buy cat food for Sage,” the tip of Jeongguk’s ears has now turned to red as he blatantly lied.

His elder brother snorted on the other line, knowing how much of a terrible liar his brother is, “Yeah right, you and your cat.”

“You’re full of shit,” Jeongguk once again ended the call before Seokjin could retort anything again. 

Maybe grocery shopping might be one of his new hobbies. 

“Cooper?” You sniffed as you walked outside your building, softly calling out for your lost cat. 

It’s been 3 hours and you’re literally freezing outside, not giving up until you find your beloved pet. This isn’t the first time Cooper, your escape artist of a house pet, went out of your unit. The first time he got out, you found him at a nearby construction site because apparently, he thinks it’s a giant litter box for him to enjoy. The second was when he, for some weird reason, found himself stuck on the roof of your complex. How he got there, you wouldn’t ever know.

“Hey, Y/N! Oh– you’re crying,” your ever so cheerful neighbor, Jimin, stops in his tracks when he sees the tears pooling in your eyes. “Did Cooper get out again?”

You slowly nodded, lips quivering from trying to stop yourself from breaking down. Every time your cat goes for his so-called walk, you end up in tears. And every time he does, it’s always Jimin who always finds him and brings him back to your unit. 

“Say, if I do find him again – which I’m positive I will – I’ll be right by your door, alright?” He assures you with a smile. For some reason, everyone calls him the pet whisperer for always babysitting the neighbors’ pets, so all you can do is trust his words on that.

“T-thank you,” you mumbled under your breath with sadness. 

Jimin felt so bad looking at your state. Not when he’s so used to seeing you all full of spirit, “Why don’t you go up and make yourself something warm while waiting for him, hmm?”

And that you did. Only because the only choice you had was to patiently wait for your cat’s return.

Dragging your feet as you climbed the stairs, you were sure the rest of your neighbors could hear the lazy thud of your feet against the floor. 

With a head hung low and a slump on your shoulders, you tiredly sighed, wanting to reach your door so you could finally cry your worries out. A pair of feet waiting outside your unit is what made you raise your head. 

Leaning by your door is none other than your cereal hero from the other day, Jeongguk, who looks even scarier now than you last saw him. 

“God, fucking finally, you’re here,” the crease in his forehead quickly goes away when you can no longer hold back your tears. You covered your face from embarrassment and sobbed silently against your palms.

‘Should’ve bit my tongue there,' he thought. 

“I’m sorry,” he says with full remorse. “I can come back later when you’re feeling better.”

You slowly removed your hands from your face, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, “It’s…okay. I’m just having a bad day right now.” Hiccuping in between words and sobs, you still tried to form coherent sentences, “I–I couldn’t find my cat.”

“Cooper with the 9A tag?” Your brows rose at the mention of your pet AND your unit number. The look on your face says it all, “Yeah, I figured.”

“You–you found him!” Not gonna lie, there was a sense of relief that finally washed over you. At least Jimin doesn’t have to scour the chilly weather today.

Jeongguk scratched the back of his ear, clearing his throat nervously, “He–uhm–I–Why don’t you go inside for a while?”

Seeing his behavior as suspicious, you narrowed your eyes at him, “No. I wanna see Cooper now.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but you can’t,” he says sternly.

‘Your devil’s spawn Cooper is fucking my Sage in the fire exit.’

“Why not? He’s my cat,” you retort.

Jeongguk’s brows knit together once again, slowly losing his temper over a mere house pet, “Are you rude or what? You just can’t see him right now. It’s not that hard to understand.”

You were so appalled with how he wasn’t making any sense right now. All you wanted was to have your cat home and snuggle with him after crying about him the whole day, “How is taking my own cat home rude? Do you have any common sense?”

“Do you have any common sense?” He mimicked the words with a mocking tone and a sarcastic chuckle. “I actually do. But do you have one? Because I’m sure as hell you wouldn’t like it if someone walks in on you mid fuck!”

Just as you were about to retort, he cuts you off, “Tell me your cat is spayed or I’ll go ape shit right now.” When you finally understood what he has been trying to tell you, your eyes widened. And when he finally got the hint your expression was giving, he rolled his eyes, “You’ve gotta be shitting me.” 

At this, you immediately shut up. There is nothing you want more in this world right now but to sink into the floor. Horrified would be such an understatement to describe the look on your face.

‘Oh, fuck. Did I offend her?’ Jeongguk mentally slaps his head.

He sighs, “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” 

You slowly nodded your head, “Uhm, it’s okay…I guess.”

And then awkward silence filled the space between the two of you.

You were shuffling side to side while looking down at your feet. On the other hand, Jeongguk looked around, arms crossed and still leaning against the wall, still thinking of ways he can strike another proper conversation with you without sounding forced.

Not bearing the unnecessary tension anymore, he chose to break the silence, “So, we need to talk about our setup.”

“I’m sorry but what setup?” You didn’t know what you were getting into and you’re more than confused at this point. 

“For child support.” Jeongguk massaged the bridge of his nose with eyes closed, obviously regretting that it had to be him to bear you this news, “Clearly your cat is a fuckboy.”

You blinked, “...Oh, You mean kittens!”

“Whatever floats your boat, but I demand child support,” he shrugged.

“Uhm, okay.” Squinting your eyes in confusion with your head slightly tilted to the side, you asked, “And we need to settle that once and for all, right?” 

He nodded, “Right.”

Not sure where to start with your part of the deal, you suggested your idea meekly, “I–uhh–can send cat food every month for the kittens?”

Jeongguk looked up, thought about the idea at first, then nodded with approval, “Fair enough. Sounds good to me.”

You sighed with relief when he took it into consideration. 

Feeling as though the help you’re extending wasn’t enough ‘child support’ yet, you timidly peeked at him through your lashes and honestly admitted what you’ve been thinking about, “Sorry, that’s all I could think of right now. I don’t know how else I could compensate for my cat’s–err–behavior.”

He didn’t say anything. Yet. He just looked at you which made you jolt in the discomfort of being under someone’s watch.

“We could go out and eat or some shit?” Jeongguk’s ears slowly turned red. 

‘Jeongguk, you airhead. You can’t ask her out like this!’ When your lips, yet again, parted, he wanted to take back what he said until you beat him to it.

“There’s a nice cafe down the street,” when you gave him a soft smile, that’s when he finally returned one, too.

Jeongguk in disbelief was such a rare sight to see, ‘Fucking sorcery.’

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Cooper from 9A’s mom,” you extend your hand politely while pointing at your unit number that’s on your door.

“Jeongguk from 9B, Sage’s peasant,” As he takes your hand, he notes how his are bigger compared to yours.

A lot can happen in a year and the next thing you know, the so-called “child support'' turned to cat co-parenting, then turned to moving into the same unit. 

Who would’ve thought that the intimidating, seemingly offish Jeongguk is actually a sweetheart? Definitely not you.

If you asked Jeongguk to list down ten things he likes about you, he’ll give you fifty. If you asked him anything under the sun, he surely knows all the answers to it because he’s that smart. If you make your eyes round enough like that of a doe, he would literally do anything you ask of him – which says a lot because Jeon Jeongguk hates a lot of things but never you.

One of the many things he liked doing is watching you reach over cupboards with a sly smirk grazing on his face. A cocky smirk that he could proudly wear because stools aren't shit when you’re naturally born tall. He watches you struggle, and when he’s had enough worry to rile him to step in, wraps an arm protectively around your waist and reaches over with ease. Oh, how he adored stepping in whenever you struggled. It makes him feel needed.

On the contrary, his self-control and patience are put to the test whenever he stops himself from shoving his cock balls deep inside your cunt whenever you would grind on him just to get off. At least you graduated him from thigh riding, right? The sexy lingerie you’d occasionally wear isn't of much help either. 

God, his temper is awful whenever he’s edged but he always tries.

The farthest Jeongguk has gone with you is to eat you out and finger you with, much to his surprise, three digits. The farthest you’ve done with him is a basic handjob and a hesitant blowjob because you didn’t know if you were doing it correctly or not.

You appreciate how he would never force you to do something you’re not yet ready to do. Knowing how losing your virginity (even at a big age) is overwhelming, he’d rather take all his time warming you up than making you feel bad just to satisfy himself. 

One of the few stimulating positions you enjoyed doing with your boyfriend is assaulting your wet pussy while laying on his buff chest, preferably in front of a mirror because Jeongguk loves watching your facial expressions as you reach your high – just like now with your discarded lingerie sprawled across the floor.

“Wanna see you insert another finger in there, princess,” he whispers against your ear in a husky voice, not breaking his eye contact off of you through the mirror in front of your shared bed.

You squirm against his sweaty skin when the added digit hits a new sense of pleasure, “A-ah! Can you please do it for me?” Jeongguk could’ve sworn his cock twitched when you begged with puppy eyes but he shakes his head, making you whimper like a brat. “Your…your fingers feel better…than mine,” you utter breathlessly with a pout.

He chuckles, still not budging to take over or say anything. 

Knowing how much your boyfriend loves to hear your pleas just so you can cum, your other hand reaches over to his cock, stroking it at the perfect tempo just the way you know he likes it. Under your touch, he hissed at the sudden sensation.

“Koo?” You say almost in a whisper, still stroking his shaft, “I…I want you inside me.”

“Baby,” he warns under his breath.

“I want…I want it to be with you,” you admit shyly. “I-I can take all of you, y-you know?”

Feeling as though he’ll lose this time, he sighs and reaches for the drawers to grab a condom, “If it hurts tell me to stop, alright?” You don’t say anything back but he could feel your heart race, “Need your words, princess. Or else we’re cutting the fun short.”

Out of panic, you think you jumbled the words out of your mouth, “Ah–yes! I will, K-koobear.”

“Koobear,” he scoffed, then poked his tongue in his cheek, eyeing you intently at the use of the nickname while ripping the foil open. “It’s either you call me by my government name or baby, but preferably when I fuck you,” he explains further while rolling the condom down to his shaft.

“Why? I like calling you Koo and you’re as big as a–Oh!” Your words are immediately cut short when the tip of his cock slowly enters your core. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asks with worry.

Shaking your head, you threw your head back and rested against his chest, “N-no, just a switch in our positions, I think.”

“You think?” He scoffs. 

In one swift movement, well more like a blink of an eye, it was as if you were manhandled by him when he flips the position in a snap – it was now him hovering over your body that’s small compared to his. He towers over you, pinning both of your hands with one hand, and he smirks at this. If anything, he’s enjoying the very obvious size difference between you and him. You felt small, heck curling up would make you even tinier, but the feeling of enjoying it is bubbling in your stomach.

Jeongguk’s brows lifted as he parted your legs, seeing how wet you’d already been. It’s so fascinating to him how such a tiny cunt could be so slick, “Jesus Christ, you’re wet as hell.”

“Don’t say that,” you shyly mumbled while watching your boyfriend through your lashes.

“What? Getting shy already?” He teases as he leans down to your dripping cunt.

Jeongguk spreads your legs apart, tracing his nose along your slit that’s enough to send shivers down your spine. He sure knows what he’s doing, alright. He then spits in your pussy and watches his spit dripping along your slit, humming in approval when your hole sucked in his spit. 

“Mmm, now that’s a needy cunt,” an amused smirk graces his lips when he notices your goosebumps. “I promise you won’t regret this.”

Chuckling, you replied, “I don’t think there was ever a time that I regretted anything with you.”

Your boyfriend leans in closer as he aligns his hardened member in your entrance, “That’s so good to hear from you, princess.” Slowly, he enters inside you making you wince slightly, “God, you’re tight as fuck.”

You let out a soundless gasp, lips parted, and eyes pooling with tears from the mixed feeling of slight pain and pleasure. Jeongguk notices this and briefly stops when his whole length is finally inside you, “You good?”

“Y-yes, it just feels…so different,” you assured. 

“I’ll move now, alright?” His thumb runs across your cheeks soothingly as he slowly fucks you until you adjust to his size. Underneath him, you look so fragile, so helpless, yet so submissive to him. 

Your hands trailed down to where he was bulging under your skin, rubbing his embossed form while your eyes fluttered, “Y-you’re so big, Koo. So deep inside me.”

“I’ll let you adjust to my length, babe,” there was a tinge of amusement inside of him as he studies every reaction your body makes.

“It’s okay, I can take it,” you say with conviction this time, and that made him somewhat proud – you take all of his fat and big cock with no fuss.

“This pussy is made for me, huh?” Jeongguk picks up the pace this time only because he enjoys watching your tits bounce as he rocks your body. “Makes me wanna do crazy shit like have your name tattooed on my rib,” you gasped, scratching lines against his back.

“Please look at me,” he gently moves away the stray hairs that stuck on your sweaty face. “Wanna see how pretty my baby is.”

You slowly open your eyes with a lust-filled gaze and this is where he lost his shit. He rams inside of you faster and harder this time, making you arch your back at the newfound pleasure he was hitting. 

“What if I break this condom off and fill you with my cum?” Your pussy tightens at the idea of his cum overflowing out of your cunts because it couldn’t take how much he had spurted inside of you. “Fuck, you tightened. You like that don’t you?”

Obviously not thinking straight because your boyfriend was fucking your wits out, you nodded, “I– yes, want you to fuck me harder ‘til it breaks.” And so he did fuck you hard.

It was like a magic word that made him cum so fast and you the same.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently. Your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. Meanwhile, he discards the condom with no mess.

You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. 

“You did so, so good baby.” He gently whispered between your breaths, still coming out a little faster than they should. “I was actually kind of worried you wouldn’t be able to take it. You impress me too much, you know that?” He said, making you giggle. 

You weren’t quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again. Legs still shaking from losing your virginity, you noticed a pool of wetness in your sheets.

“The sheets are soiled,” you frowned.

Jeongguk clicked his tongue teasingly, “That’s not very nice of you, princess.”

“I’m sorry,” you peeked at him with a tired pout.

“It’s fine. It’s time to change it anyway,” he runs his finger against your back, making soothing circles that made you fall asleep instantly.

Wearing short dresses while out in the park is one of the small joys you enjoy doing with your boyfriend. Not to mention that sitting on his lap is a plus…except he gets overprotective whenever your skirt riles up like now – one hand over your lap, serving as weights to the fluttering fabric.

Guess guard dog privilege is real when Jeongguk is your boyfriend.

Peeking at him, your brows rose at his creased forehead, "Why do you look like you're ready to fight?"

"Because I am," he says without blinking, though his eyes are following those who would spare you a glance.

You blinked in confusion, "...What?"

"Yes," he nodded with assertiveness. 

Ah, of course. Being overprotective. Such a Jeongguk thing to do.

There are days when you don’t understand what your boyfriend is doing, but you can’t deny the fact that he’s fun to be around. Like always, you shrug it all off, sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck as you nuzzle against his skin – a sure way to make him smile from ear to ear.

“Baby, can you take one of those polaroid pictures in that lingerie?” He asks with lips against your hair. Jeongguk has a habit of kissing the side of your head just because he can.

At this, your lips part at the sudden request; he’s never asked this before, “Why?”

“Wanna keep it in my wallet,” he only shrugged when you blinked at his answer. “I’m romantic as fuck.”

:"0000 i love it

I keep forgetting to post it here

fantasy au designs by nena!

AU where Gintoki is a mangaka and Takasugi is his editor and this just happens every time it’s near the deadline

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Homie really wrote up an entire hurt/comfort plot and I am here for it

I was NOT expecting The Cuphead Show to give us the most unexpected girlboss x malewife ship of the decade but I’m not complaining

Perfect pitcher Kim Seungmin ⚾

high heels (the devils deeds)

when you and seungmin finally got home from that wretched dinner party, you both give each other a relieved glance for getting through the event.

you hadn't expected seungmin to actually pick you up bridal style when you asked him to carry you home. when he did though, the entire room burst into fond laughter. you even heard a wolf whistle, which you were pretty sure was initiated by minho from corporate.

as soon as seungmin opened the door, you waddled inside and fell onto the sofa dramatically. he just gave you a small chuckle with the shake of his head while you complained about how your feet were aching after being in heels for so long.

seungmin, like the dutiful husband he was, began rubbing your feet to help ease the pain. seungmin, like the absolute devil he was, began tickling your feet to give you pain.

after you cursed him for his deeds and he laughed at your misfortune, seungmin finally coaxed you into getting changed with the promise of netflix, twizzlers and his hot chocolate.

when you stepped out of your shared bedroom after changing, you noticed a cup of steaming hot chocolate and a packet of half opened twizzlers ready on the dining table for you.

you walked over to where seungmin sat on the sofa, scrolling through netflix and looking for something to watch. the drink made you feel drowsy enough that you took a pillow, put it on seungmin's lap and proceeded to lay down.

seungmin silently played with your hair while watched, occasionally opening your mouth for seungmin to feed you a rope of twizzelrs.

seungmin felt so content he felt like his heart might burst. he loved you the way the river loved the sea and the stars loved the sky. he loved you like he had never loved anyone before.

for anyone else, having their wife lay down on their lap and ask for a twizzler to be fed to her every few seconds would be tedious. for seungmin, this was exactly what he wanted.

you wanted to watch tv.

he wanted to watch you.

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a/n: this is a mini sequel to my previous fic dim lights (work nights)

requested: by anon!