#[INTERESTS.] “ALL THE DELIGHTFUL LITTLE THINGS.”

[theprettywriter]

Love me Noona:JJK

Synposis: he is a strange man. You've thought this since the day you met him. See, there are countless of pretty fresher girls in your college. Some of them so pretty that it made you wonder if he's blind or something. Because despite so many beautiful girls of his age dying to be with him, he wasn't even glancing at them. Why? Because he, Jeon jungkook, the most popular freshman in your college, was interested in you, a boring senior who'd rather die than attend a damn party. So even though he was a strange man, hearing him say "good morning Noona!" became a part of your morning routine.

Genre: Noona romance, smut, fluff, pairing fresh man koo with senior mc,college au

Warnings: smut, older reader, bold koo, tattooed koo, flirty koo, mentions of fight, koo punching someone, raw sex, a little cum play, grinding, yandere koo, a little angst, getting into fight, mentions of blood. Also this is unedited .

A/n: HELLO HELLO LATTE IS HERE MY PEOPLE

Lollll hey thereeee not sure if you remember me or love me noona but here it is, finally completed. I can't log in to my old account anymore because after I changed my phone I forgot to pass that data into my new phone. So I had to copy paste the whole teaser into this account and then write the remaining story 🥲🥲 anywaysss I hope you guys enjoy it and I know it was a longgggg wait and I wonder if you guys even remember it lol but even if you don't I hope you still enjoy it lovies.

And I'll tag the people who wanted to be tagged in this fic! I'm sorry if I can't tag everyone because there were sooo many of you and I'll try to tag as many as I can!! Love you!!

Author's pov

"I can't believe we're getting so many assignments even with the exams coming" yoona grumbled as she angrily typed in her laptop. At this rate the poor laptop will start crying too. Sighing tiredly you made a noise of agreement while rubbing your forehead because of the forming headache. "Mr Kim is cruel" you mumbled taking another sip of your iced coffee as another whine left yoona's lips.

A frown made its way to your face as you realised that you drank the whole cup as the only liquid coming through the straw was a few drops of water of the melting ice. Standing up with another sigh you looked at your equally tired best friend "you want anything? I'm going to the cafe"She immediately nodded and smiled gratefully as she took out her wallet "one hot coffee please. My treat" you hummed with delight, taking her card "thank you" blowing her a kiss you let out a small giggle as she blew one back and turned around. While walking towards the gate of your college,you heard some commotion and looked towards the noise for a second to see people forming a crowd around someone.

Thankfully the line wasn't too long so you were able to come back quickly. Perhaps you were too quick to get back to your seat and finish the damn assignment because one second you could see yoona waving at you and the other second all you could see was greyness and- "oh my-!" you gasped sharply as you collided in a firm chest causing you to stumble back as both the drinks spilled from your hands. Your eyes were clenched shut as you waited for your body to fall on the hard ground but instead you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and your hands flew to grip whatever they could.

As you came back in your senses, the first thing you heard was a heart beat, and the next thing you heard was a low chuckle "you okay there?" and the last thing you heard was a raspy voice which sent chills down your spin. Your eyes widened as you hastily stepped back, now noticing that you were in the arms of an unfamiliar man. Feeling a rush of embarrassment you bowed your head "i-im very sorry-" as you looked up, your breath got caught for the second time as your eyes took him in. When you felt his muscular body against yours, you were sure that his face would be on the rougher side. So you were very surprised when you found yourself staring at a pair of big doe eyes and a small bunny smile.

"it's okay. It was my fault too" he raised his eyebrows and for a second you thought you were looking at a small kid. But then you also realised that you had to crane your neck upwards to look at his face properly. Even in his grey t shirt you could see the outlines of his muscles. The way his arms flexed as he raised his hand towards you "jungkook. Jeon jungkook "

You quickly looked away because you're sure he caught you checking him out since there was a small smirk hanging on his lips "y/n. L/n y/n" smiling softly you took his hand, staring at how his hand fully engulfed yours. For a second he didn't leave your hand and kept looking at you but when you cleared your throat, he smiled, his hand leaving yours.

"y/n l/n 3rd year" you looked at him questioningly as he mumbled to himself but then noticed that he was looking at the Id card hanging on your neck "so you're a senior " he mumbled yet again and you wondered if he was talking to himself or you. You were confused when he looked at you with another smirk. The soft doe eyed face completely disappeared and instead you saw mischief in his eyes which seemed to sharpen with his smirk "then...." you hummed smiling at him as you saw a few people looking at you both out of the corner of your eye.

"Good morning Noona. I look forward to getting to know you"

For some reason you wondered if the tilt in his voice was your imagination or not. Because right now he was looking at you with eyes so intense that you felt your heart starting to pound. Fast.

Still, you smiled yet again as you nodded "likewise, jungkook"

~~~

"what the fuck was that" yoona looked at you with wide eyes the moment you sat down. And despite having an idea of what she was talking about, you still looked down at your laptop and said "what was what" yoona leaned back in her seat and smirked "oh don't you play dumb Jasmine. You know full well what I'm talking about. I mean I know you've been single long enough but seriously? Falling into the arms of a stranger is a bit too much-" "shut up" she raised her hands in surrender as you glared at her "it was just an accident. And don't start making up stories in your head. I probably won't even see him again" you mumbled as you resumed typing in your laptop.

Yoona hummed but she wasn't looking at you. She was looking behind you at something. Someone to be specific. "I wouldn't be too sure" she mumbled with a small smile as you looked at her confused "what was that?" "Nothing jas. Finish up I have a class soon" she patted your head as she stood up and collected her things while you nodded and waved her bye. She pinched your cheek before waking past you, leaving you completely oblivious to the popular freshman staring you from his table, completely ignoring the guys talking around him.

You certainly left an impression. And it was kind of hard to not think about you when he smelt like Jasmine the whole day.

~~~

It had been a few days since you saw the bunny teeth guy. While he was certainly very charming, he slipped away from your mind because you were fully bombarded with tests and assignments. So when you suddenly saw him after walking out of your class, you were surprised to say the least. After all you weren't supposed to see him again. There were hundreds of students in this university so the chances of bumping into him again were low.

"Good morning Noona" Jungkook tilted his face with a smile and for a moment you were lost in that cute bunny smile. And then you realised you were staring, again. Yup you are definitely too tired. Giving your head a small shake you smiled up at him "good morning Jungkook. Are you taking this class too?" Now it was Jungkook's turn to stare at you and suddenly you felt a little self conscious. You didn't really look the prettiest this morning. In your haste this morning you just threw on a simple t shirt, a cardigan to protect yourself from the beginning of the chill, and a cotton skirt which came above your ankles. And your hair was in a loose braid. So having a guy this good looking stare at you definitely gave you all the reasons to be self conscious.

But then he suddenly murmured "you remember" you blinked, a little confused as you adjusted your bag over your shoulder. Tote bags are cute but they're also one step away from breaking your shoulder. Jungkook must have noticed the subtle movement because he suddenly pulled your bag from your arm and flung it over his shoulder. Your eyes widened as you tried to take it back "y-you don't have to do that Jungkook, it's fine" for some reason he looked a little too happy. What reason did he have to be all smiley at 9.30 in the morning?

"I owe you a coffee" Jungkook said suddenly as he started walking ahead "huh?" You said dumbly as you followed after him through the busy hallway full of sleep deprived people. "Coffee" he said, looking at you from over his shoulder "you spilled it because of me remember?" Ah yes. That fateful encounter when you first met him by spilling coffee over him. You felt a wave of embarrassment as you walked behind him "I'm so sorry I can pay you for dry cleaning or maybe just give me the jacket if you haven't washed it yet" "of course I washed it Noona" he grinned "it's been a week" now you felt embarrassed for a whole different reason. Of course he must have washed it, he's not a gross person who doesn't wash their clothes for days. This is only your second meeting with him but you feel so embarrassed you'd rather hope that there's no third meeting.

You were a little out of breath as you struggled to catch up with him, his long legs easily eating up a long distance while you were almost jogging to walk beside him. It seemed like he noticed your struggle, because suddenly he was walking a lot slower and it was now easy to walk beside him. You wondered if he slowed his pace so you could walk with him. But maybe you were thinking too much. You tend to do that.

~~~

"Jungkook you don't have to do that" you said for the nth time as you both stood in the line at your favourite coffee shop. "Say your order" he said as you both reached the front, completely ignoring your words while reaching for his wallet. This guy does that a lot. You didn't notice you were pouting as you told the lady on the counter your order and he smirked a little as he handed her his card "Noona" he called you as you both waited for the coffee and you looked up at him, still a little pouty "what" you grumbled but he didn't say anything. He just smiled as he stared at you for a moment and you forgot that he was still holding your bag like it's a priced possession. You were about to ask why he randomly starts staring at you when your name was called "coffee for y/n!" "Coming!" You said as you rushed to the counter and took your coffee before walking back to him.

"were you about to say something?" You asked him as he opened the door for you and shook his head "nothing" you hummed, a little confused but grateful for the coffee. The warm coffee helped soothe your throat which was starting to feel a little sore. "Thanks for the coffee" you said before taking a small sip. "No problem" he smiled down at you as you both walked on the sidewalk when you suddenly realised something "Jungkook" he hummed softly "yes noona?" "What time is it?" He checked the time on his watch and said "it's almost 10:20. why?" Your eyes widened and you snatched your bag from him "I am so late! Thanks for the coffee kook I'll see you later!"

Jungkook was left dumbfounded as he stared at your small form running away and disappearing in the crowd. But a small smile slowly made its way to his lips as he looked up at the clear sky, a sigh leaving his lips as he ran his hand over his face and mumbled "kook....fuck noona"

You left but the scent of Jasmine lingered around him long enough.

~~~

You stood by the door of your class with your arms crossed over your chest, looking up at the boy who is slowly starting to become all too familiar. "What are you doing here?" You squinted your eyes at him while Jungkook simply gave you that cute grin as he handed you a cup of warm coffee and took your bag without any word "good morning Noona" his nose scrunched as he smiled down at you and you melted, again.

Sighing softly, a soft but reluctant smile pulled on your lips as you both started walking to your next class "good morning Jungkook. What are you doing here?" You asked again and for a moment you thought he almost looked... disappointed?

But before you could question it he shrugged and said "you dropped two coffees because of me. So I'm here to give you the second one" you couldn't help the amused smile pulling on your lips. Because yoona was the one who paid for those coffees after all. "Actually it was my friend who-" your words got cut off and you gasped sharply as someone bumped into you, causing the cup in your hand to slip and the warm liquid fell on the floor, some of it falling on your hand too.

You immediately clutched your hand to your chest, your eyes clenching shut for a moment as you felt the burn while Jungkook's eyes widened and because your eyes were closed, you didn't notice the coldness settling in his eyes as he stared at the person who bumped into you "watch where you're fucking going"

Hearing the tilt in his voice, you opened your eyes to see everyone staring at the three of you before your attention was diverted when you saw who had bumped into you. Sehun. He is a third year student as well. Known for being a huge dick.

Sehun's jaw clenched as he stared at Jungkook, both of them the same height "or what kid?" He scoffed and Jungkook's jaw clenched as he stepped towards sehun but before the situation could escalate, you quickly gripped his arm "Jungkook" you whispered, tugging at his arm "stop. It's fine so stop. Everyone is staring" Jungkook stared at the guy for a moment longer, his jaw still set before he looked away, taking your uninjured hand and walking out of the forming crowd with ease, his tall frame easily making way for you while you were left staring at his back as he pulled you out "did I scare you?" He asked, not looking at you and you shook your head "I just don't like it. Fighting and arguing" his response was just a silent nod.

~~~

"it's not that serious" you said again as he kept your burnt hand under the water "shut up Noona" you pouted as his tone changed, signalling he was starting to get irritated "did you just get irritated with me?" Jungkook sighed, looking down at you with soft eyes and you felt yourself getting lost in them again. How could you not when he looked at you like that? Those were the same eyes which were looking at sehun so coldly. He almost looked...scary.

You didn't notice when he wrapped his handkerchief around your hand, didn't notice how he gently rubbed your hand and only heard the soft mummer "you gotta be more careful Noona" you nodded, a bit dazed "okay" you said softly. You couldn't argue with him when he was looking at you with those soft eyes and talking with you in an even softer tone.

And then, his gaze flickered down to your lips which caused you to unconsciously bite your lower lip. His jaw tightened and he looked away, letting go of your hand "let's go. Or we'll both be late for our class" you could only nod dazily as you followed after him, this time not complaining about him taking your bag again.

~~~

In a blink of an eye, almost a whole month passes by like this. Him bringing you coffee before your second class every morning, then taking your bag and walking you to your next class. You often asked him why he did this. And every time he smiled that boyish smile and said "because I like your attention" and every time you would reply "I'm sure you get attention from almost every girl in this university " but he would just reply "but they aren't you"

You wonder what that moment meant. The one which happened almost a month ago. Was that just your imagination? The way his gaze darkened, his jaw clenched. Did you imagine it all? Because after that nothing like that happened again. Every day was the same. Coffee, a little walk, hoping to see him again in the day. Since when did you start hoping to see him?

You wondered why he liked being around you so much. After all you are not that interesting. There are plenty of girls who have a personality which naturally attracts people. You're not one of them. You're just a boring senior who just wants to get this degree and get the hell out of here. You don't go to parties, don't have many friends, there's nothing interesting about you. Heck the only friend you have from your first year here is yoona and for some reason she's decided she doesn't wanna intrude your little walking ritual with this guy who's becoming increasingly popular day by day.

"I'm older than you" you randomly said one day as you sat on his bike, sipping on the coffee he bought you. Your legs swung back and forth as he stared down at you, his own cup in his hand as he said "I know" you tilted your face, watching him curiously "there are girls your age who are probably in love with you" he just shrugged in response "I know" you let out a sigh and shook your head "you're impossible" you mumbled as you sipped your coffee, oblivious to the smirk on his lips. You didn't realise that day that you were the first girl who has ever sat on his bike.

Everyday was the same except today, something was different. Your lips parted as you looked up at him standing there with that same smile and that same coffee order . Except this time, there was a bruise besides his lips, a small cut and a forming red bruise. "What happened?" You asked worriedly, reaching up and grazing the cut with a gentle hand "I got punched" he shrugged and your eyes widened "what?!" Jungkook blinked at your outburst "Noona everyone is staring" you huffed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him away, taking him to an empty classroom.

~~~

"who punched you?" You asked as you gently cleaned the cuts and bruise, your brows furrowed in concentration. He was sitting on a desk while you were standing in between his spread legs and you were acutely aware of his muscular thighs touching yours while his tattooed arms rested on his side, his eyes looking up at you which seemed a little sharper than usual.

"sehun" he mumbled and you gasped "what? Why?" You asked sharply, accidentally applying too much pressure on his wound and he winced a little "ouch noona" you immediately gentled your touch, apologising softly "I'm sorry does it hurt too much?" He nodded but it was a lie. Honestly all it did was sting a little. He's been hit worse. Sehun is fucking weak. But he didn't mind hiding the truth because of the way you were fussing over him. Atleast he managed to get your concern.

"why did he hit you kook?" Ah...there it was again. He tried to hold back a smile as he mumbled "cause I got in his way" you took a deep breath, wanting to go and punch that asshole right at this moment "please tell me you punched him back harder" you grumbled as you finished cleaning the wound while Jungkook simply shook his head "I didn't"

You blinked, very confused and a little irritated too as you looked at him "why? You should have! He deserves it" you scoff as you applied ointment on the cut under his lips "cause you said you don't like fights" your hand froze and your gaze slowly met his as you whispered "what?" Jungkook's hand gently wrapped around your wrist, giving it a soft squeeze before his thumb rubbed on your pulse point "you said you don't like fights." He mumbled "so I couldn't punch him back"

For some reason your heart clenched as you stared in his eyes which seemed to look at you like you were the most important thing in his world. And it scared you. You don't know why but it made you feel anxious.

"you could heal me" he murmured, his free hand coming up and gently pushing your hair back from your shoulder as you whispered "how?" He stared at you silently for what felt like hours, his gaze hard and intense. And then the last thing he said before crushing his lips on you was "by loving me"

Jungkook kissed you like he was a starved man. He kissed you until you were out of breath. He kissed you until your knees buckled and you had to hold onto him so you wouldn't fall. He kissed you until you felt like you were melting in his arms. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was rough and fast and hard and it left your lips red and bruised. When he finally pulled back, you found yourself pinned on the desk where he was sitting a few moments ago. You have no idea how you found yourself in this position. But here you were, lying on the desk with him on top of you.

"love me Noona" he mumbled, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your jaw, until his kisses lowered down to your neck and you couldn't stop the soft moans leaving your lips as his lips sucked a particular area on your neck "Jungkook" you whimpered softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as his teeth grazed over the mark he left on you and his left hand squeezed your thigh gently as he came back up to your lips "love me Noona" he repeated, his forehead leaning against yours as you both breathed heavily "only on one condition" you whispered and he smiled that bunny smile which you've been falling for since the day he showed up in front of your class. "Anything" he said, nuzzling his nose in the column of your neck and you cupped his face to make him look at you "you will punch sehun twice as hard when you see him again" you said, your fingers gently grazing his jaw and a cocky smirk hung on his lips which made your already pounding heart pound even faster "as you wish" a rough chuckle left his lips before he kissed you again.

~~~

It was all in a frenzy. When he pulled you out of the classroom with his marks all over your neck, when he took your bag from you as always, when he gently set his helmet over your head and closed it securely, when he hopped on his bike and held your hand to help you get on the back, and when he sped out of the university.

You held onto him tightly, your face pressed on his back and your hands stayed wrapped around his torso. And whenever he felt your grip loosening, his squeezed your hands with one his hand, silently telling you not to let go. And you won't.

When you reached his apartment building and got off the bike, he removed the helmet from your head and the way he stared at you, those usually doe eyes now darkened with lust, you couldn't stop the whimper escaping your lips. And the moment you entered his house, your back hit the door as he kissed you again, his tall frame towering over your shorter one as your arms wrapped around his neck and his tongue met yours.

A shaky gasp left your lips as he gripped one of your legs and hiked it up, a breathy moan leaving your lips as you felt his hardness pressing straight over your clothed pussy. Low groans left his lips as his hips rocked against yours and it felt too good. God it felt so good that you weren't even embarrassed of the sounds you were making. You never imagined that such sounds will leave your lips but here you were. "Jungkook" you whimpered, your head falling against the door and exposing your neck to his hungry lips as he continued grinding against you "fuck y/n" he growled, sucking and biting all over your delicate skin and you felt your heart skip a beat. This was the first time he called you by your name.

~~~

Jungkook felt like his head was spinning. His senses were surrounded by the scent of Jasmine. Wherever he touched you, wherever he bit you, all he could smell was Jasmine. Now he understood why your friend called you that. And it suited you, it really did. You were really like Jasmine. Soft, pure, untouched. He wanted to get lost into you. He wanted to drown into you and never rise again even if it meant it was his last day in this fucked up world.

He didn't realise when it started. At first it was just simple curiosity. He was merely curious since you never reached out to him after the day you first met. He knows that if it was anyone else, they would have just found an excuse to see him every other day. But he was convinced that you had forgotten about him already. So to just satisfy his curiosity, he decided to meet you and fucking hell all it did was make him even more curious.

He started to like being around you. You were so sweet and soft and gentle. All he knows is that he suddenly started to want more of you. Was he in love with you? No atleast not at that time. But it was something much darker than just a crush. No, it was the need to see you everyday but also the need to stay away just so he wouldn't scare you away. It was the need to nuzzle his face in your neck just so he could smell more of that sweet scent which always seemed to surround you. It was that need to gauge out the eyes of any guy who looked at you the wrong way. And it was kind of hard to control himself when there were many of them. It was the need to bury his fingers in your long locks and pull your head back until you were crying out in pain and pleasure. It was the need to remove those glasses which hid your big eyes. It was that need to touch your body which seemed to be made for him. Yes your body was made to be worshipped.

He realised that now as he undressed you as gently as he could, laid you on his bed as gently as he could. He wasn't a gentle man but as you looked up at him with those soft, trusting eyes, he didn't want to be anything but gentle. Your body was a temple. And only he could worship it. He realised that as his hands roamed over your softness. Over every dip and curve.

It was that need to hear you cry out in pleasure. It was that need to fill you up until you were left sated and satisfied. He would do anything for you. He realised that as he buried his face in between your soft thighs. Fuck those thighs. so soft and supple like they were made to be grabbed by him. And oh those sounds that left your lips, he could come undone just by your voice. He ate you out as if you were his last meal. A sound of approval leaving his lips as you threw your legs over his shoulders and your thighs locked his head in between them.

"Jungkook!" Your cry was muffled as you buried your face in the pillow which smelled like him, your fingers tugged his hair and your free hand gripped the sheets so tight that your knuckles were turning white. His mouth didn't stop it's ministrations as he gently took your hand which gripped the sheets and held it in his hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you wanted to.

"I got you sweetheart" he murmured as he pushed his tongue inside your pussy, groaning at the sweet taste and the groans sent vibrations straight to your clit causing your mouth to hang open as your thighs clenched around him "that's it Noona" he gently bit your clit before sucking it hard "cum for me" and that you did. You came so hard it felt like you blacked out a bit. Your legs shook violently as he lapped at everything you gave him until you were left withering and shaking.

Oh how did he manage to get so lucky? He would never know. He didn't think he deserved you. You were far too good for him, far too sweet, far too pure. And all he wanted to do was ruin you. He wanted to ruin you and he wanted to save you. He wanted to take you to the heights of pleasure where the only name you remembered was his. He wanted to be the one who catches you whenever you fall. He wanted to ruin every life which would threaten yours. Fucking hell he was obsessed.

He realised that as he pushed his throbbing cock inside of your warm pussy. All he could hear was your sweet voice moaning his name as he fucked you with slow and deep thrusts, until he couldn't take it anymore. A deep groan left his lips as he pushed your legs up to your chest and pounded inside you hard. His one hand slipped in between your bodies and rubbed your clit as he fucked you deep and hard.

He fucked you until silent tears of pleasure were leaving your eyes. He fucked you until your mouth hung open and a string of saliva dripped into his pillow as your back arched and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Then without a warning, you came again.And he followed soon after, pulling out just as his cock shot ropes and ropes of hot cum all over your stomach, a long and low moan leaving his lips as his balls emptied before he fell on top of you. You gladly accepted the weight, feelings warm and safe and protected.

And the only thing you heard before passing out was a soft whisper "love me Noona"

~~~

You smiled at something yoona said as you both swayed to the music while Jungkook watched you from the bar. His eyes filled with a fondness which he was getting used to. You looked so beautiful. You were wearing a sleeveless black dress which was all shimmery and it hugged your curves in all the right places. It only came to mid thighs, highlighting your perfect legs as you danced with your best friend and your hair seemed to sway with the music as well. Fuck you are so perfect.

Suddenly you said something to yoona as you handed her your drink and yoona nodded, blowing you a kiss. Your eyes met his and you smiled at him from the distance as you mouthed "washroom" he nodded and winked at you, causing you to blush and yoona to giggle as you stepped out of the dance floor.

He sighed, smiling to himself as he took another sip of his beer. "You know this is the first party she came to" yoona told him as she came to the bar for some water "that so?" Jungkook mumbled as he looked in the direction of the washroom. You were taking too long. "Yupp" yoona said and giggled as her date for the night kisses her neck "tell jas that I went home first please" she yelled over the music before she was swept away. Jungkook nodded before he walked towards the washroom to check up on you.

And then he heard your voice "let go of me!" His heart clenched with fear when he heard that and he slammed open the door of the washroom, his gaze darkening with a cold fury as he saw the scene in front of him. Sehun. Of course it's that bastard. He was holding your arm tight enough to leave a bruise and his jaw clenched when your eyes met. A low growl left his lips when he saw the tears in your eyes as you saw him and he walked towards you in two strides. By the second stride, his hand was gripping the back of sehun's shirt and pulling him away from you roughly.

Sehun had no time to react before Jungkook punched him straight in his nose and you whimpered, your eyes clenching shut as you heard the sickening crack of a bone breaking.

"got permission this time, shithead" Jungkook snarled as he got on top of sehun and kept punching him until he was left unconscious and you had to hold his arm and pull him back as much as you could "Jungkook stop!" You yelled "enough!" Jungkook was breathing heavily as he allowed you to pull him back. You hugged his arm so he wouldn't start beating him up again. You were surprised,to say the least. You never expected him to act like this. The sweet and flirty Jungkook that you had gotten so used to? He was nowhere to be found as you saw him beating sehun up.

Jungkook let out a harsh breath as he turned to you and cupped your face, gently wiping your tears as you looked up at him with your bottom lip trembling. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked roughly and you shook your head, burying your face in his chest "I'm fine can we please go home?" Your voice came out small and shaky and he forced himself to calm down and nodded "of course" he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

You watched him as he washed his hands, washing away the blood on his knuckles while Sehun's friends took him away as quickly as they could. No one wanted to deal with Jungkook right now. They were all older than him but he looked like he could kill someone right now.

After he dried off his hands, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the washroom and through the crowded bar. Due to the loud music no one had noticed the fight.

~~~

Once you both reached his flat, you cleaned his bruised knuckles and covered them with bandages, avoiding his eyes but he made you look at him "Noona" he mumbled, cupping your face, desperate to look in your eyes "are you scared of me? Please don't be scared of me-" "I'm not" you said softly as he leaned his forehead against yours "I'm not scared of you koo" he let out a shaky breath "I'm sorry I just couldn't control myself when I saw what he was about to do" his jaw clenched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to him. "I won't let anyone hurt you y/n" you knew that.

But you don't know why you got chills every time he called you by your name. Maybe it was because of how rarely he used your name, only calling you by nicknames or Noona. Maybe because of the way he said it. Like a dark promise, like it was the only name which mattered to him, like he would do anything for this name.

But when he told you that he would do anything for you, you believed him. You know that he will do anything for you.

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Anything.

After all, all he wanted from you was your love. Everything else? He'll take care of it. All you have to do is love him.

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[drdemonprince]

I’m a minor who reads your work from time to time, and I think I would consider myself “kinky”, but this is all hypothetical. I read and watch and consume various kinky media, and write erotica and draw fun art, but I’m not actually *doing* anything with other people. I guess I want some sort of reassurance about the time I have left to wait? I still have a couple of years before I could ever come into the scene appropriately and IRL, and I don’t plan on deceiving people to start early. But I yearn to fuck and play! I want cool gear and fun friends and to watch crazy shit in dungeons! I want to not live at home so nobody would be suspicious in later years when I leave the house to go pretend to be a dog! I also sometimes wonder if, because I don’t have practical experience, my attraction may be less to the actual kinks themselves and more to the reassurance of consent and negotiation and safety that comes with them. For context, I’m a queer autistic transmasc. I don’t really know what I’m looking for you to say. It’s just so frustrating to have to create and consume alone, but without any of the autonomy or connection that come with adulthood and play partners and events. All i want to do is dive into the sea of sexy people and be their dog or slut or friend or trainee. I want to be free.

oh I am so delighted to receive your message! thank you so much for writing in, and I just want to say it's fantastic that you have so much of yourself figured out already, in terms of your identity and interests -- none of this is a static thing and will continue to evolve, of course, and you may in fact find that certain kinks that interest you in the abstract you don't actually want to do in person, but as someone who couldn't admit to myself at your age that I was autistic or trans or kinky, I hope it can give you a little bit of solace that you are starting out ahead of a great many people. I didn't get started exploring the stuff until I was over 30; in a lot of the vintage leather books that I read, most of the kink practitioners didn't figure out they were gay until getting divorced in their 50s and beyond.

at the same time, the lack of freedom for so-called minors is absolutely unjust and wrong, and it's right for you to be shaking at the bars of that cage and to feel frustrated as fuck. in a just world, you would be able to explore things with other people your age, and have supportive mentors in a community there for you along the way. and I'm sorry that that is really difficult to accomplish even a taste of at present.

but I think you can have a taste. there is a lot that you can do in roleplay with other people of around your age, online or in writing fiction and trading art. I would certainly not recommend that you go out and have a physical sexual encounter with an adult, and it's good that you're not looking to deceive people, but I do think creating kinky art of some kind and interacting with people of all ages who make that stuff can be done in a way that is both safe and positively enriching for you. even if it means overlooking some 18+ tags.

I would also strongly encourage you to lurk in kink spaces online that will teach you some of the interpersonal skills and troubleshooting aspects of kink that are normally things a person has to master through a lot of trial and error in person as an adult. so, perhaps you want to join local FetLife groups or just read about kink practices that you are interested in on subreddits, just to hear the discourse that different people are having, and see how people talk about the problems they run into and how they solve them. I don't see this as any different from reading a ton of romantic relationship advice columns as a kid and bringing that knowledge into your romantic relationships at any age. I think moving relatively quietly and stealthily through certain digital kink communities can lead to you learning a lot.

I think it's also not out of the question to get for yourself some really basic kink items of the sort that anyone can purchase online, and can be mistaken for mundane household items, if that is something that you want to experiment with. a great many pups start out with the basic hood off of Amazon, for instance, and even easier than that to get is a collar or a lead chain or some kind of spoon that is nice and thuddy and useful for impact. It is okay to experiment on yourself, or to just try and get into these headspaces for yourself and play around with some dog toys or sit in your closet and pretend you're in a cage. That is useful practice for getting in and out of headspace and figuring out what your kinky alternate selves are like.

It also may be possible that you will encounter peers who are interested in exploring some of this stuff in a relatively rudimentary way. if you know other queer people from school or that you have close friendships with, I don't think it's out of the question to potentially ask them about playing at being puppies together. I think you should probably steer clear of any intensive BDSM practices until you are able to be embedded within a community, but in the meantime you can look at rope tying tutorials on YouTube and practice them on yourself, a stuffed animal, or a friend, do light role playing, experiment with sensations on your own body, and so on.

It might not feel like the same thing as taking the plunge into the wide world of partnered kink, but a lot of what's necessary early on is learning fundamental skills and better coming to understand yourself, and you can do that now. you might even benefit from trying things like improv or acting classes right now, or something like dance; the skills that you master in those kinds of arts really transfer over to kink very well.

in short, You do not have to put all of your desires and fantasies completely on the back burner. finding excellent kinky partners is actually a ton of work, and it's never going to come immediately as soon as you're free to pursue it. The time will pass anyways, as they say, so you might as well spend this time while you're still waiting to become an adult working on skills that'll make it easier for you to integrate into the kink world and to have a positive experience with it. and that time will not be wasted.

write in with questions anytime.

[fableforger]

MC getting really drunk the first time, caught off guard because usually they don't / can't this easily. In a relationship with the RO. When the RO comes to check on them they, tell the RO that "they (the RO) may be beautiful but they can't flirt with them because they're already in a relationship with (insert RO's name), and they love them so go away." What's the RO's reaction?

Thank you so much for your ask. 😊

Here’s what came to mind:

(since it all got a bit confusing with names and pronouns otherwise, I decided to split the gender-variable ROs by gender just to keep things a little clearer.)

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos:

His initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across his cheeks.

"Beautiful?" he echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

And when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexos, and stunning though he may be, he should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, he swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as he gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, he catches Zephiron's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of him.

---

Alexa:

Her initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across her cheeks.

"Beautiful?" she echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

Yet when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexa, and stunning though she may be, she should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, she swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as she gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, she catches Zephyra's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of her.

---

Theron:

He pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across his expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," he murmurs, a quiet flush coloring his cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding him you're happily taken - by him, naturally - and his tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, he quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as he whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Theron would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize him."

---

Thera:

She pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across her expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," she murmurs, a quiet flush coloring her cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding her you're happily taken - by her, naturally - and her tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, she quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as she whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Thera would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize her."

---

Zephiron:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes him, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" he asks, tilting his head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephiron. What exactly do you find so charming about him?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of his countless virtues. He leans closer, wicked grin deepening as he urges you on.

"Truly? His eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

He listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity he's gathering for tomorrow.

---

Zephyra:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes her, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" she asks, tilting her head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephyra. What exactly do you find so charming about her?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of her countless virtues. She leans closer, wicked grin deepening as she urges you on.

"Truly? Her eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

She listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity she's gathering for tomorrow.

---

Dorian:

He freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across his lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," he drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite his most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse him, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dorian himself. He falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind his gaze.

"Well," he murmurs softly, almost to himself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

---

Dione:

She freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across her lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," she drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite her most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse her, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dione herself. She falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind her gaze.

"Well," she murmurs softly, almost to herself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

---

Rhaelos:

His expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in his dark eyes.

"Understood," he replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaelos hears about this in great detail."

Yet he remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dorian and his dubious jokes included. He doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at his head, still convinced he is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, he subtly places himself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

---

Rhaela:

Her expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in her dark eyes.

"Understood," she replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at her lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaela hears about this in great detail."

Yet she remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dione and her dubious jokes included. She doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at her head, still convinced she is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, she subtly places herself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

---

???:

She blinks, eyes wide and bright with delight as your fiercely drunken declaration of loyalty sinks in.

"Oh - that's so sweet, I can't - I just -" she stammers, voice filled with emotion, before abruptly launching herself at you.

You, however, fail entirely to recognize her and immediately try to push her away, loudly protesting that you're already spoken for. She ignores your objections, relentless in her affection as she showers you with kisses and laughter, leaving you both rolling gracelessly across the floor.

"Theron/Thera!" you gasp desperately, reaching out for rescue.

Yet Theron/Thera only watches, a helpless, uncertain smile tugging at their lips as they shrug lightly, clearly deciding it's wiser not to interfere.

---

Drakon:

A fierce, delighted grin spreads across Drakon's face, eyes darkening at your stubborn insistence that you're already taken - by none other than Drakon himself.

"Now that's what I like to hear," he growls approvingly, clearly enjoying your loud, slurred declarations. "Let's make sure everyone hears it."

Before you can protest further, Drakon hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, shamelessly carrying you off and ignoring the amused whistles behind him.

"Say goodbye," he calls back, smirking wickedly. "This one's mine."

[jammatown919]

Ice Cream

A/N: This one honestly barely follows the prompt but I put so much time into it that it's going up anyway.

Yaz's pregnancy hits an unforeseen rough patch. Sammy is stressed.

Sammy had thought she was prepared for the challenges of having a pregnant wife.

Ever since they'd started talking about IVF, and especially since they'd decided Yaz would carry the first of hopefully at least two children, she'd been readying herself. All the pregnancy books and articles she could find. Late-night chats with Yaz's mother about her experiences with pregnancy and what Sammy might have to help out with. Some frankly ridiculous Google searches about increasingly unlikely scenarios just to make sure she had all her bases covered.

By the time they were successful, Sammy was confident that she could handle anything.

When Yaz had morning sickness, she stuck by her, rubbed her back, and sang little songs to get her mind off it. When Yaz had a weird craving, she went out to the store no matter the hour to get her what she wanted, even if Yaz sometimes got self-conscious about "inconveniencing" her. When Yaz was grumpy or weepy from her mood swings, Sammy took nothing personally and readily played the game of appeasing her pouting wife.

What she hadn't been prepared for was for Yaz, at four months pregnant, to just stop eating. Almost entirely.

It started small one morning, when Yaz lumbered into the kitchen while Sammy was making breakfast.

"Good morning, beautiful," Sammy called from the over by stove, where she was busy scrambling a few eggs. "You hungry?"

Yaz peered over her shoulder into the pan, considering, then wrinkled her nose.

"No thanks," she said, walking over to the cabinet to grab her pre-natal vitamins instead.

"Doesn't have to be eggs," Sammy replied, unfazed. Food aversions were fairly common with pregnancy, and Yaz had definitely been a little pickier than usual lately. "What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't want anything." Yaz popped the vitamin into her mouth, then grimaced before swallowing as if it were bitter.

Sammy's brow furrowed at that. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No," Yaz said, placing the vitamin container back in the cabinet. "I think that's mostly done now. I hope so, anyway."

"Are you craving something?" For a minute, Sammy thought she'd cracked it. Yaz was predictably at her pickiest when a craving struck. Often, nothing else would do.

"No," Yaz repeated. She rustled around in the cabinet for another moment, possibly looking for the tea she drank every morning, then seemed to change her mind and give up suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Sammy asked, because Yaz had been known to lie about such things. If she thought it was too early or too late or too out of the way, she sometimes pretended she didn't want anything so Sammy wouldn't feel 'obligated' to go and get it. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Like she wasn't absolutely delighted to make her wife happy.

"I'm sure."

"C'mon," Sammy insisted. "What is it? I don't mind taking a drive."

"Nothing." Yaz was a little firmer now, her tone edging on irate. A little grouchy this morning, it seemed. "I'm just not in the mood to eat right now. I'll have something later."

In the interest of not pissing off her pregnant wife, Sammy conceded and went back to her eggs.

After breakfast, she spent much of the day outside. Tending the garden, feeding the chickens plant scraps and pests she'd found, and spending some quality time with the cows and Ankylosauruses all before lunch.

By the time she came back in for something to eat, Yaz was napping on the couch in the living room, and Sammy simply didn't have the heart to wake her. She had a quick sandwich, left an extra one for Yaz, and headed back out to prepare the horses for the beginner riding lesson they were scheduled to give today.

Yaz made dinner that night. A low-effort salad with whatever vegetables needed to be used and, for protein, some roasted chickpeas thrown on top. The lemon sumac dressing implied the intention may have been fattoush, though it was missing its signature fried scraps of pita. Maybe Yaz had been too tired for that.

Regardless, Sammy enjoyed it. But Yaz only picked at hers, nibbling a bit of greens and cucumber before deciding she was done.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Sammy asked.

"Yeah," Yaz replied, setting down her fork. "I'm just not really into this right now."

Sammy looked over her face, searching for hints. She didn't look particularly uncomfortable as she often did when she was nauseous, and her bouts of sickness didn't tend to last the full day. Maybe pickiness, but Sammy thought that if there were a craving to blame, Yaz would have said something by now.

"There's nothing else you want?"

Yaz shook her head.

"Did you eat the sandwich I left you at lunchtime?"

"I... had a protein shake." Yaz glanced away sheepishly.

"Yaz, that's not a meal!" Sammy tried to keep her tone gentle, but she couldn't stop her growing concern from leaking into it.

"I don't know what to tell you," Yaz shot back. "I'm just not hungry."

"That can't be true," Sammy insisted. "You've barely eaten all day."

Yaz kept her eyes on her lap, biting her lip in frustration. Sammy let out a soft sigh and reached for her hand across the table.

"I know I can't force you, and I don't want to," she murmured, "but skipping meals ain't good for you. Especially while you're pregnant. Please, just try a few more bites. For me?"

Yaz sighed and slowly nodded. She picked up her fork and went back to picking at her meal, mostly just eating the chickpeas out of it. Sammy didn't try to push her any further for fear of causing her to stop altogether.

Even so, she didn't get very far. A few minutes later, she laid down her fork again.

"That's all I can eat right now," she said, and Sammy accepted it.

They cleaned up the table and moved to the living room shortly after for some tv and cuddle time before bed. Unable to help herself, Sammy offered Yaz a few of her favorite snacks and desserts, but it was no use. She simply had no appetite.

"Alright," Sammy relented at last as the two retired upstairs for the evening. "I guess it was just an off day. I'm sure you'll be wolfing down your breakfast tomorrow."

God, she hoped so.

The next day, she waited until Yaz was awake to start making breakfast so she could prepare whatever her wife wanted. She didn't care what the request was, whether it meant she had to drive somewhere and buy it or spend hours preparing it herself. She just wanted Yaz to eat.

Unfortunately, her hopes were quickly dashed when Yaz came into the kitchen for her vitamins.

"Good morning," Sammy said cheerfully. "What do you want to eat?"

"Still not really hungry," Yaz replied, shaking two vitamins into her hand and choking them down even though she'd never had a problem with them until yesterday.

Sammy quickly deflated. This wasn't normal, was it?

"C'mon, baby," she pleaded. "Anything you want. We can go out to eat. Or I can make you apple fritters."

"I appreciate it, but I don't think I could eat them." Yaz returned the vitamin bottle to the cabinet, once again forgoing her morning tea.

Definitely not normal. Yaz loved Sammy's apple fritters, so much so that she'd requested them for breakfast on her birthday every year for the past five. This was the first time Sammy had ever heard her refuse them.

"You have to eat something." She hated to sound forceful, but with Yaz now on twenty-four hours with a protein shake and a few nibbles of salad, she had to push harder. "Please, it can be small, just eat something. Some yogurt?"

Yaz wrinkled her nose slightly in disgust. But why? She loved yogurt.

"Yaz, what's going on?" Sammy asked desperately.

"I don't know," Yaz said. "I'm just not in the mood for anything."

"You need something in your stomach," Sammy insisted. "For you and for the baby. I'd settle for a piece of fruit for now."

Yaz let out a long, slow sigh, like she would rather do literally anything else. But she couldn't argue. She knew as well as Sammy did that skipping four meals in a row wasn't healthy for a normal person, much less in the middle of a pregnancy.

"Do we still have strawberries?" she asked in a small, reluctant voice.

"Absolutely." Sammy rushed to the fridge to retrieve them, and in an effort to get a few more calories into Yaz, she added, "you want anything with them? Whipped cream? Nutella?"

"Just plain," Yaz replied. Baby steps, Sammy supposed.

She placed two handfuls of the bright red berries into a cute floral bowl and set them down in front of Yaz on the kitchen island. Yaz sat down on a stool and examined them, then reached for the bowl and carefully selected one. In the moment following her biting into it, Sammy's heart experience a brief rollercoaster ride from relief right back down into a pit of dread. Yaz's face had twisted into a grimace, and she just barely managed to swallow the half that was in her mouth before quickly abandoning the rest.

"They're sour," she said mournfully.

"I mean, they're not exactly in season," Sammy tried. Perfect. She had a pregnant wife refusing all available food and craving specifically in season strawberries in the middle of October.

"No, I mean they're really sour," Yaz insisted. "It's weird. They might have gone bad."

Curious, Sammy grabbed one and took a small bite. It tasted fine to her. Not the best strawberry she'd ever had, but just kind of tart at worst. It was definitely still good to eat.

"Maybe the one you ate was just weird?" she guessed, offering hers instead. Yaz sighed and gave it a try, then promptly spat it back out. "Okay, maybe your taste buds are off? I think I read about that before you got pregnant."

"Maybe," Yaz agreed, "but the salad tasted normal last night. I just really didn't want it."

"Let's try something bland," Sammy suggested. "Can I make you some toast?"

Yaz let out a long, slow sigh and folded her arms on the countertop, resting her forehead on top of them. 

"I guess," she mumbled. "I kind of want to go back to sleep."

Sammy began to chew gently on her lip. No appetite and no energy was not a combination she liked for her pregnant wife. 

"We can take a nap after breakfast," she offered. Yaz hummed softly in agreement. 

Sammy quickly set about toasting some bread; specifically, two slices of the sourdough loaf Yaz had asked her to make a few days ago because it was her favorite. She thought about pushing for a topping again, but she wasn't confident enough that Yaz would even eat the bread, much less any jam or butter. Best to keep things simple for now. 

Still, she tried to plate it up nicely, laying the slices neatly beside each other on a plate that she placed in front of Yaz. 

Yaz sat up, though very sluggishly, and took a deep breath as if preparing herself for an unpleasant task. She picked up one piece of toast, ripped it in half, and took a swift, huge bite out of the center. Sammy had never known her to avoid the crust, but as long as she was eating, she could do it however she wanted. 

"How's that?" Sammy asked hopefully. 

Yaz chewed for nearly a minute before swallowing, then said, "tastes fine, I guess."

"Will you eat it?" Sammy leaned forward slightly, searching Yaz's face for signs that she was about to reject another meal. 

"I'll try," Yaz sighed, and Sammy supposed that was the best she could ask for. 

She absently picked at the strawberries as she watched Yaz take smaller and smaller bites of the toast, determined at first but gradually slowing down. Chewing for longer. Visibly working up the will to swallow. All in all, she got through most of one slice, minus the crust. Sammy decided to let her off the hook for the moment. 

"Still want that nap?" she asked gently. 

"Please."

Sammy followed her upstairs and settled into bed beside her. Because the animals had already gotten breakfast and, frankly, the garden was not her priority right now, she wanted to take this time to do some more research. She was sure she'd read at some point about pregnancy having the potential to affect taste buds and appetite; maybe she could find some way to help. 

She sat in bed with her laptop, one hand scrolling through search results while the other gently rubbed Yaz's back. But before she could get much of anywhere, her phone began to buzz on the nightstand. 

Sighing, she reached for it and turned it over. Brooklynn. So as not to wake Yaz, who had only just managed to fall asleep, Sammy got up and stepped into the hallway to take the call. 

"Hey!" Brooklynn's cheerful voice came through the phone. 

"Hi, B," Sammy replied, allowing herself a little smile. 

"I just wanted to check up on my favorite couple," Brooklynn continued. "How's everything going? How's Yaz? Any new ultrasound pictures?"

"Not yet. And... to be honest, we've been better."

Brooklynn's light tone suddenly became more serious. "What's wrong?"

"It's Yaz," Sammy said, glancing back at the bedroom where her wife lay sleeping. "She won't eat. I don't know what's going on with her. She says she's not sick, but she could barely choke down toast this morning. And that was after refusing just about everything else."

"Has it been going on for long?"

"About a day now. Started yesterday, in the morning." Sammy sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I just don't know what to do. I don't think this is normal."

"I mean, pregnancy can do some pretty weird things," Brooklynn mused. "Maybe it's a phase? Or a second trimester thing?"

"She can't not eat for her entire second trimester." Just the thought of it made Sammy want to call a doctor right then and there and demand answers. "I'm looking into it now. If I can't figure something out, I might have to call someone. Maybe her OB/GYN would know."

"If it lasts much longer, definitely," Brooklynn said. "But if it's only been a day, maybe you just need to give it some time."

"That's easy to say when you're not watching her," Sammy shot back. "I know she's hungry, but it's like everything's disgusting to her."

"Have you tried any high-value food?" Brooklynn asked. 

"Come again?"

"Like, her favorites, or things she would consider special treats," Brooklynn went on. "Things she'd be more interested in. Like when a dog gets sick and you get them fancy wet food for a while."

"Brooklynn, my wife is not a dog!" Sammy exclaimed. "And besides, I offered her apple fritters this morning and she wouldn't take them."

"Well, what's her favorite food? What would she pick over anything else?"

"Her mom's kafta kebabs," Sammy replied instantly. "She doesn't like the vegetarian version, so she doesn't have them here too often. You think I should make it for her?"

At this point, Sammy didn't even care if she had to prepare meat. While she refused to generally, and Yaz was more than willing to eat meatless meals or prepare her own, desperate times called for desperate measures. If it got her starved wife to eat something, Sammy could handle being grossed out for a while. 

"It might not be a bad idea," Brooklynn said. "It could help bring her appetite back."

Despite her initial reaction, Sammy had to admit she could see the sense in it. Besides, what could it hurt?

"I'll call you back, B. I need to call my mother-in-law."

------

Though Sammy didn't disclose the entire situation for fear of triggering some kind of motherly panic, Mrs. Fadoula was happy to help Sammy write down her kafta recipe after hearing her daughter had been craving it. After that, it was just a quick run to store after leaving a protein shake on the nightstand with a note for Yaz to please drink it if she could. 

She didn't wait to start cooking once she got home. While it was still a bit early for lunch, Sammy didn't want to take any more time than necessary getting something substantial into Yaz's stomach. Prepping the meat was unpleasant, but she powered through, because having to touch a bit of lamb and beef would be worth every moment if Yaz ended the day full.  

Yaz had made her way back downstairs by the time the meal was done, drawn in by a smell that didn't typically exist within these walls. 

"Are you... making kafta?" she asked tentatively. Though it may have been wishful thinking, Sammy thought she saw a bit of hope in her eyes. 

"Yep!" she replied, gently pulling a finished kebab off the small counter-top grill they sometimes used for barbecue food in bad weather. "Made it into kebabs and grilled 'em up. Just how your mom does it."

"Just like she makes?" Yaz echoed. 

"Real meat and everything," Sammy confirmed. 

"Sammy, you didn't have to do that!" Yaz's eyes were wide, not with excitement for this childhood favorite, but with something like guilt. "You hate cooking meat."

"I don't care." Removing the last kebab from the miniature grill, which would need a good scrubbing to ensure no traces of meat remained, Sammy crossed the kitchen and put both hands on Yaz's shoulders. "You've barely touched anything else. If this is something you can eat, then it's worth it to me. And don't you go feeling bad about it either."

"I do feel bad," Yaz said. "I'm sorry for freaking you out. I should've tried harder to eat more earlier."

"None of that, now," Sammy murmured softly. "It's not your fault. It's gotta be hormones or stress or something."

"You still shouldn't have to-"

"In sickness and health, remember?" Sammy interrupted. "And I promised to do everything I could to make you comfortable if you got pregnant. This is what I signed up for. Now, come on. Your food's getting cold."

She gently guided Yaz over to the kitchen island, sat her down on a stool, and set a plate down in front of her. Yaz stared down at it, a little hesitant, but not nearly as much as she'd been with other things in the past twenty-four hours. While Sammy pretended to be busy with cleaning up so as not to make her feel crowded or on display, she picked up a kebab and gently bit off a chunk of meat. 

When she went in for another bite, Sammy thought they'd won. Found the answer. Something she could eat and sustain herself on until this passed. 

Then Yaz burst into tears. 

"Yaz?!" Sammy rushed over, hands already hovering, ready to hold and soothe. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Is it bad?"

Yaz shook her head with trembling lips and huge, watery eyes. 

"It's fine," she said, her voice high and thin. "You made it so well and I'm being such a problem."

"Don't say that," Sammy murmured. 

"You cooked meat for me and I still can't eat it," Yaz keened. "I know this is bad for the baby, but I just can't."

"It's okay-"

"They're not even born yet and I'm already a bad mom." Yaz let out a small sob and buried her face in her hands. "And I'm being difficult and a bad wife and-"

"That's not true." Samm gently grasped Yaz's wrists and slow uncovered her red, blotchy face. "I hope to God that's the hormones talking, because if you think for a second that you're either of those things, then I'm the one who's been a bad wife."

Yaz blinked at her, trying to hold back her little sobs and hiccups. The tired, hopeless look on her face may as well have pulled Sammy's heart clean in half. 

"You're not being difficult," Sammy told her softly. "You're struggling."

"I'm still sorry," Yaz said, small and aching. 

"I know." Sammy leaned forward to press their foreheads together. "It's okay. We'll get through this together. I'm gonna call the doctor in the morning. We'll get it figured out."

"I love you," Yaz murmured. 

"I love you too." Sammy gave her a gentle kiss. "Just eat what you can. I'll pack up what you can't."

Yaz nodded reluctantly, her eyes still huge and watery. Sammy sat down beside her, holding her hand as she tried her best to nibble her way through just one kebab. It took her nearly half an hour, but she managed it. 

"You're doing so good." Sammy squeezed her hand encouragingly. "Can you stomach any more?"

"I don't think so," Yaz said. "Forcing it is kind of making me nauseous."

"Okay." Though Sammy would have very much liked to get some more food into her, getting her sick wouldn't do them any good either. "You did good. We'll save the rest for later."

"I drank the protein shake you left me," Yaz added, as if trying to soften the blow despite already being off the hook. 

"Good." Sammy took her hand, kissed her knuckles, and set about packing up the rest of the food for when Yaz felt more up to it. "Are you having any trouble getting those down?"

"Not as much," Yaz replied. "It's easier when it's a drink."

Okay, that was something. Maybe they could try smoothies next. 

"I think I'm gonna go lay down," Yaz said, sliding herself off the stool. "Thank you for trying."

"Of course." Sammy gave her one last kiss for good measure. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" 

Yaz gave her an absent nod and turned away, leaving Sammy alone in the kitchen. 

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Things hadn't improved much by the next day. 

Yaz barely touched her dinner that night, and only got through about half of the smoothie Sammy made for her in the morning. The doctor's office had received a call bright and early, but despite the clear urgency Sammy tried to communicate, no one could see Yaz for a few days. Until then, she was on her own, watching her wife begin to waste away. 

Though they hadn't checked the scale, Sammy was sure Yaz had lost weight. She had no energy, no focus, and still no interest in food. 

She really did try, for the baby if nothing else, but she often couldn't manage more than a few bites. Another day passed, and Sammy was ready to take Yaz to the damn hospital just to get this figured out before she collapsed.

She would have, too, if Yaz hadn't managed to finish a full breakfast that morning. Not quickly, and not enthusiastically, but it was food in her stomach. Eggs and an apple; not much, but something. She went on to get through half of her lunch, and, with significant coaxing and praise, the majority of her dinner. 

"It seems like you're feeling better today," Sammy ventured as Yaz placed her fork down. 

"I think my body finally realized what's going to happen if it doesn't let me eat," Yaz replied flatly. "I still don't really have an appetite, but it's easier." 

"Progress is progress," Sammy offered, though there was still a tightness in her chest that refused to relent. A better day wasn't a problem fixed, and if Yaz still had no appetite, she might go right back to not eating once she staved off malnutrition for another day. 

"When can the doctor see me?" Yaz asked. She laid a hand on her bump, just starting to really show at four months. 

"Day after tomorrow." Not soon enough. 

Yaz breathed deeply, her face tight. "I'm just so scared something's wrong with the baby."

Neither of them had said it out loud until now, but it had been on Sammy's mind too. Months ago, that positive result had been a miracle, but if it wasn't developing properly, or if it was hurting Yaz... 

There had to be a fix. 

"If there is, we'll take care of it," Sammy promised. "We'll do everything there is to do. That baby's gonna be safe and happy in your arms five months from now."

Yaz's eyes shone with uncertainty and unshed tears, but it seemed to help regardless. 

"Okay."

They went upstairs to bed not long after that, Yaz exhausted from the days of hardly eating and Sammy from trying to balance the ranch work with their current situation. Slotted together, Sammy's hands resting protectively on Yaz's bump, they laid there in silence until they drifted off. 

Then, some time later, Sammy's eye's opened once more for a reason she didn't immediately understand. She flexed her fingers, checking that she still had hold of what was most precious to her, only to find her arms empty. Yaz wasn't in bed. 

On any other night, Sammy probably would have assumed she was in the bathroom, rolled over, and gone back to sleep. But with the week they'd been having, she couldn't help the panic that set in immediately. She sat up, looked around frantically, and hauled herself out of bed to search. 

Passing through the hallway, there was no light on in the bathroom. Sammy continued downstairs, finding the hall mostly dark as well, but light from the kitchen poured across one stretch. She pushed through the saloon doors, a question on her tongue, and froze. 

Yaz was standing at the counter, hunched over a bowl of ice cream, with peanut butter and what seemed to be chopped green peppers on top. She ate quickly. Ravenously. Like she was enjoying it. 

"Yaz?" Sammy stepped forward, relief flooding through her. 

Yaz turned, startled for a moment, then relaxed. 

"Hey," she said. "Sorry if I woke you. I just got this really strong craving all of a sudden."

"You're getting cravings again?" A smile crept across Sammy's face, the knot in her chest finally beginning to loosen. 

Yaz glanced between her and the bowl on the counter, as if she hadn't quiet realized. "Yeah... I guess so. I guess I really was getting better."

"So... your appetite's back?" Sammy dared to ask. 

"I really hope so." Yaz laid a gentle hand on her bump, her eyes still heavy. "Thinking about breakfast doesn't make me want to throw up, so fingers crossed." 

"Is there something you want for breakfast?"

"I was thinking breakfast sandwiches," Yaz replied. "I saw we still have some chickpea patties in the freezer. They'd probably be good with some cheese and hot sauce. Maybe eggs."

Unable to hold herself back anymore, Sammy rushed forward to hug Yaz, her eyes watering with relief as she began to pepper her wife's face with tiny kisses. Thank God it was over. Thank everything it was over. 

Yaz put up with her for about a minute, then wriggled free so she could keep eating. 

"We should keep the doctor's appointment," she said. "Just in case. I know pregnancy can do some weird things to your appetite, but that was... way too extreme. That can't keep happening."

"Definitely," Sammy agreed. She still wanted answers herself. At the very least, she wanted to make sure Yaz and the baby would be okay after a week of scarcely eating. "But for right now, you're doing better. Let's just focus on that and get as much food into you as we can."

"Way ahead of you," Yaz replied, and shoved another spoonful into her mouth. 

Sammy stood there with her and watched her eat, for once less to make sure she finished and more just to be with her. To appreciate this moment that bordered on normal. 

When Yaz was finished and had placed her bowl in the sink, Sammy put an arm around her as they began to make their way back upstairs. 

"I'll have breakfast cooking nice and early," she promised softly as they crawled into bed. 

"I have a feeling we'll both appreciate that." Yaz gently guided Sammy's hand to her bump and held it there. "The baby definitely wants eggs on those sandwiches."

Sammy grinned at her. "Well, I guess if the baby wants it, we'll see what we can do."

She was about to take her hand back when a strange sensation caught her attention. It was barely there, but Yaz had noticed it too, her eyes wide. 

"Was that...?" Sammy asked. 

"The baby's moving," Yaz whispered reverently. 

Sammy kept her hand in place to see if it would happen again. "It's early for that."

"That's good, isn't it?" Yaz sounded unsure. Hopeful. "That means they're okay?"

Honestly, Sammy couldn't be sure, not being a doctor and all. But at the very least, it didn't seem like a bad sign. 

"Feels pretty strong to me," she said, pulling Yaz in close. "I think they're gonna be just fine."

She tucked Yaz's head beneath her chin, one arm locked firmly around her. They relaxed more than they had in days, tangled up with one another and lighter with the hope that things could be uphill from here. 

They would still see the doctor. They would still make sure. Take precautions. But at least for now, it seemed things might be alright after all. 

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[averalia]

Unexpected Connections

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Black!Reader, Derek Morgan x Familial!Reader

Summary: A hidden romance, surprising family ties, and a hilarious team meeting turn Spencer and the reader's worlds upside down.

Warnings: None

A/N: Lol, hope y’all enjoyed the surprise!

Spencer was having an internal crisis. He sat across from his best friend, Derek Morgan, in the bustling bullpen of the BAU. The team had noticed it for weeks – Spencer was… different. Less prone to rambling, more prone to staring off into space with a soft, almost giddy expression. He even dressed a little less like he’d raided a forgotten closet from the 80s.

“Alright, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said, leaning forward with a smirk, “spill it. Who is she?”

Spencer’s head shot up, his cheeks flushing. “Who is… who?”

JJ, ever observant, chimed in, “Don’t play coy, Spencer. You’ve got that look. The one that says you’re secretly planning a romantic getaway to a quantum physics convention.”

Hotch, ever the pragmatic leader, simply raised an eyebrow. Even Rossi looked intrigued.

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. There’s someone.”

A collective gasp, then a chorus of excited murmurs.

“Details, Reid, details!” Morgan pressed.

Spencer hesitated, a small smile playing on his lips. “She’s… incredible. She’s brilliant, funny, and she doesn’t make me feel like I need to explain everything.” He paused, then added, almost to himself, “And she makes the best blueberry muffins.”

“Blueberry muffins, huh?” Morgan teased, nudging him. “Sounds like she’s a keeper. So, when do we get to meet this domestic goddess?”

Spencer looked down at his hands, fiddling with a pen. “Well, that’s the thing. I… I haven’t actually told her much about my job. Or about all of you.”

JJ’s eyebrows shot up. “You haven’t told her you work for the FBI?”

Spencer winced. “More specifically, the BAU. It just… never felt like the right time. But I want to. I want her to meet you all.” He looked up, a determined glint in his eye. “In fact, why don’t you all come over tonight? I’ll call her, and we can all just… meet.” He took a shaky breath. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a memorable evening.”

Morgan clapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit, Pretty Boy! Operation Meet-The-Mystery-Woman is a go!”

Across town, you were just about to put a fresh batch of cookies in the oven when your phone rang. It was Spencer, and his voice held a nervous energy you hadn’t heard before.

“Hey, you,” you answered, smiling. “Everything okay? You sound like you just discovered a new prime number.”

He chuckled, a sound that always made your heart do a little flutter. “Better, actually. Look, remember how I told you about my… friends? The ones I work with?”

“The FBI buddies?” you clarified. “Yeah?”

“Well,” he took a deep breath, “they’re actually the Behavioral Analysis Unit. And… they’re all coming over tonight to meet you.”

Your eyes went wide. “The BAU? As in, the profilers? The ones who catch serial killers?”

“The very same,” he confirmed, a sheepish note in his voice. “I might have… neglected to mention the specifics of my job.”

You laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. “Oh, Spencer! This is going to be interesting. My cousin Derek works for the FBI too, you know. He’d get a kick out of this.”

A beat of silence on the other end. “Your cousin… Derek?” Spencer asked slowly.

“Yeah, Derek Morgan. He’s in some kind of special unit, I think. Always traveling, always cryptic about what he does.”

Another beat of silence, longer this time. Then, Spencer’s voice, a little breathless. “You… you have a cousin named Derek Morgan?”

“Yup! We’re not super close, he’s a bit older, but we keep in touch. Why?”

Spencer let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “No reason. Just… a small world, I guess. See you in a bit.”

When the doorbell rang that evening, you took a deep breath, smoothing down your shirt. You opened the door to see Spencer, looking surprisingly dapper, with four other people behind him. Your eyes immediately locked onto the tall, muscular man with a confident smirk.

“Derek?” you breathed, your jaw dropping.

Morgan’s eyes, which had been scanning your face with a curious intensity, suddenly widened. “No… way. [Your Name]!”

The rest of the team exchanged bewildered glances.

“You two know each other?” JJ asked, her eyes darting between you and Morgan.

“Know each other?” Morgan boomed, pulling you into a bear hug. “This is my little cousin, [Your Name]!” He pulled back, holding you at arm’s length, a grin plastered on his face. He then turned his gaze to Spencer, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

“Pretty Boy,” Morgan said, his voice laced with mock accusation, “you’ve been holding out on me! My cousin? Seriously?”

Spencer, red-faced, mumbled, “It, uh, never really came up.”

You, still reeling, looked at Spencer. “You never told me you worked with the Derek Morgan!”

“And you never told me you were related to the Spencer Reid!” Morgan shot back, then his eyes twinkled as he surveyed the two of you, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Dang, Pretty Boy. Didn’t know you had a thing for dark chocolate.”

The room erupted in laughter. Spencer buried his face in his hands, while you playfully punched Morgan’s arm. Even Hotch cracked a small smile.

“This is… unexpected,” Rossi commented, a twinkle in his eye.

“Understatement of the year, Rossi,” JJ chuckled. “So, you two have been secretly dating this whole time?”

You nodded, still giggling. “We met at a coffee shop. He was rambling about quantum mechanics, and I found it strangely charming.”

“And she corrected my use of ‘paradigm shift’ in the most polite way possible,” Spencer added, finally looking up, a fond smile on his face as he looked at you.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, anecdotes, and a surprising amount of good-natured teasing, mostly directed at Spencer and Morgan. Hotch even admitted your cookies were “acceptable.” It was chaotic, a little overwhelming, but undeniably wholesome, and you knew, without a doubt, that your world had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

[seraphimsnuff]

Love your works so much!! Can you pls write Strade's reaction to reader who is a stalker and is obsessed with him and his streams/videos. Thank you ^w^

tags: SFW/SUGGESTIVE, strade being strade, manipulation, torture/coerced self-harm, marking, dehumanization, religious themes (yeah read my username) strade [x stalker!reader headcanons] a/n: ahh! thank you so much!!!<3 /p i was a little scared to share my writing but your guys' support makes it so much easier! now i'm just happy to share something that's enjoyed... please keep requests coming because i am delighted to provide :3 that being said, i hope this was to your liking, anon!!

𐕣 once strade has you in his basement, he quickly realizes he made a very interesting choice. you seem more excited than scared that you're in the basement of his streams in the position of all his past victims. the adoring look on your blushing face is so brainless, it makes him feel some type of way. he quickly feels the obsession you have with him, which precedes his understanding of it.

𐕣 he can't help but praise you for your dedication at first. he'll reinforce that yes, you're his number one fan. the number one fan of his streams, too. your eyes nearly glaze over with pure lovesickness at the acknowledgement, and his narrow as he tries to figure out what to do with you. he deeply feels all your love and your obsession like a second, oppressive skin clinging to him. it's like hot and melting wax against his skin, mindless fluff that rots his brain with how much it exudes from you. it drives him to be so much more affectionate with you, yet he can't hide how much it kind of disgusts him too.

𐕣 so, the first thing strade does is trying to find out just how far gone you are. is your obsession with him all-consuming to the depths of your soul? is he in you, mind, body, soul in every inch? or do you still have some shred of self-preservation left in you that shrinks away from him? he would make you do things to yourself. it's his knife, his command, but it rests in your hands and ultimately, he leaves the choice up to you as to whether or not you follow him. and if there's some hesitation in you to hurt yourself for him, he tries coaxing you with praise or punishment, and makes the injuries more grave each time. but they aren't just for the sake of his sadism, he's trying to mark you.

𐕣 he thought he would get bored of you fast, believing all you had to offer was one-dimensional obsession with him. but then he finds out you stalked his streams trying to find out everything you could about him, and you got pretty close - ending up stalking strade himself... which is how you got here. that impresses him. he's enamored and impressed by your ambition for stalking. and because of it, honestly, he thinks he can grow to like being worshipped and adored that much, alongside trying to figure out the intricacies of your obsession and your stalkerish tendencies.

𐕣 ultimately, after all he's done with you, you become strade's personal devotee. he keeps you like he keeps ren, but there's no collar around your neck because he knows he's got you in the palm of his hand, trapped in his orbit like a planet to a star. he's your god, and you sit in his house on his couch like you'd sit in the pews of a church, constantly thinking of him and waiting for what he has you do next. he treats you like a doll, a partner in crime, and a house servant in one, using your obsession with him to get you to do anything he wants. he uses your penchant for stalking to help him find information on potential victims, no longer choosing them in random bars.

𐕣 strade rarely takes you down to the basement anymore. he has more victims than ever because of your help around the house and such, and if he wants someone to hurt, it's ren. he controls you in mind, body and soul, no need for a shock collar... and that enough is a rush to keep him constantly satiated.

[olive-musubi]

first of all, death by a thousand blows to tumblr for not having given me the notif i was tagged. i could have been reading this TWO WHOLE HOURS AGO but when i didn't see it in my tags, i'd figured i'd bother you upon waking. it was only by chance, scrolling that i found it at all, and for that tumblr is going to bleed slowly, it's life wavering in my indifferent hands.

now!!!!! onto the review!!!!

i must say, lindsay, what's standing out to me so clearly in this first section, before the bar, is the creeping sense of atmosphere. love how you unexplicitly develop max's roiling sort of feelings, his restlessness and recklessness, through the settings and little aspects of the story. avoidance and jealousy seem to be the main contributing factors to what's going to shake down in this plot, later, and i'm interested to see how you twist those motivations, if, at all.

and i love the rapport between carlos and max! you're always so good at dialogue and i love to see the ebb and flow of tension and ease between the two of them as they navigate reminiscing and pulling their bond to the present, all while trying not to circle back to things better left dead, darting in and out of too-close-calls while circumventing the crux of what's biting. delicious, lovely, i'm still waiting for your masterclass in writing to drop. please,,,,,, i'll be your first subscriber and won't miss a single upload, scouts honor (i am not a scout nor am i famed for my honor, but the sentiment still stands).

"Max saw the checkered flag that was denied from him today, his hands substituting the heft of the brass trophy for holding Carlos' firm waist. He felt victorious; like this whole goddamn weekend had been worth it."

i fear you do understand his loser need to constantly win, too. your depiction of max is always a delight to read. he's competent, he's a winner, he's smooth but he's also anxiety ridden and reckless and full of longing. what a treat.

lastly, i think this is perhaps my favorite of your f1 fics because the longer form writing made max and carlos' dynamic that much more compelling, winding, and steeped ♡♡ i could really feel all of max's uncertainty throughout the duration of the fic and enjoyed reading his inability to get his words to say what he wants them to: to keep carlos if only for a while longer and to make this mean something. him being so tumultuous was a nice part of the fic that starts to disappear during the smut, then comes crashing back down in that last sentence/paragraph, and it makes for an interesting cyclical path for the story. a little sisyphean, which you know as someone more cynical-leaning i'd find engaging. certaintly lends itself to a reread of the fic as max goes in circles and can't get out (oh, we love the see the racetrack even here, where it has no right to be. he has no straight path to anything; always a cycle with him, a loop he can't ever quite break out). and as for carlos!!!!!! i really enjoyed seeing him bitter and seeing him estranged, then seeing the want build up in them both again only to never (?) speak of it again. love a tragic figure, but moreso i love a tragic figure with agency. even as he is stuck in max's own sisyphean tragedy and loop, we see carlos lash out with his sharp tongue and his smouldering anger, and not only is it a good contrast to max who can't unstick what lines his throat, it's nice to see such an active participant in the story ♡.

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

⤷ pairing : carlos sainz x max verstappen

⤷ wordcount : 6.4k

⤷ rating : explicit

⤷ genre : porn with feelings

⤷ summary : when a double dnf in austria leads to two old teammates drinking together, who can they blame when old memories - and old feelings - resurface? who will pay for the consequences?

⤷ authors note : requested by @ivyquity, thank you for patiently waiting for this fic. it was a labour of love, trust me ♡

⤷ 🎧 : silver springs by fleetwood mac, do i wanna know? by hozier (cover), flatlining by holly humberstone

"What do you want me to say, Max?" Carlos' accent was a purr, thick and flirtatious. "That I would fuck Charles to replace you? That it never worked? You have no right to be jealous, Verstappen - not when tonight you'd fuck him because you couldn't have me."

"And what if I could?" The question tumbled out of Max's mouth before he could stop it. He bit his fist, preparing for Carlos to scoff or jeer at the vague proposition. 

"And what, Max?" Carlos asked, so soft Max had to strain to hear him. "What would that change?"

Max let himself look at Carlos, fully taking him in: leaning back in his barstool; pants tight where they stretched over his spread thighs. His forearms were bared, dark with hair and flexing with muscle as Carlos ran a thumb over his bottom lip. His undone collar dipped open, revealing deep olive skin that made Max's mouth water.

He snapped himself out of it. "Nothing. We can blame it on old times' sake, yeah?"

(read on ao3)

⤷ tagging : @ivyquity @olive-musubi @musicallisto

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Congratulations to TEAM CHEESE for winning the popular vote on the Charcuterie poll!

[vaguely-concerned]

bunter keeping peter from being swallowed up by an evil bog with the kind of hysterical strength otherwise only known by mothers deadlifting cars to save their tender babes is something that can actually be so personal

[marcus-is-death]

"Well...that wouldn't be very bright of him would it? Simply waltzing out into a battle field. Unless it was one of his own making it seems."

He tilted his head toward Cade who merely shrugged. There wasn't actually much for him to do. Not with the other warlock hiding behind the ward. Marcus tsked at that. "I do hate wards..." He mused. "Annoying little things. I had a ward maker at one point. I do believe she died of asphyxiation. Or something of the sort. Isn't that right?" He posed that question to Rhiatt who was watching the healer with a keen interest.

"Like I remember." He muttered. "I stand by my defense. I didn't force her to dive to her doom. She already knew lightning and water don't mix."

"I do believe that was the point." Cade mused, stroking his chin.

Rhiatt's lip quirked. "I wasn't the one who drove her mad with fright enough to jump in the first place."

"Boys..." Marcus chided. "Let's not be rude." Crossing his arms, he stamped the ground once and the shaking intensified. "Now that I think about it. Hospital's see death everyday...don't they? So...what's one more?"

He laughed at Torben's taunt. "Oh...clearly this is a civil conversation. These two..." He gestured to his warlocks. "Are mere minions. They take orders from me."

"Now who is being rude." Cade replied, coming to stand beside Marcus. "Bramble could probably give us a ladder of some sort up there. But who's to say the little vampire will still be up there? He's not keeping a very good eye on him after all."

At the mention of Magnus and Xypher Marcus laughed. Almost delighted. "Well sure...the more the merrier I say. Are they going to hide behind the ward as well? I was surely hoping for an entertaining evening."

His eyes never left Torben's as the strange woman appeared. Cade however, left his side to intercept her. Rhiatt merely squinted his eyes a bit. "Not a vampire." He decided.

Marcus chuckled at that. "Well then...the stakes it appears are on the rise." He tilted his head to their visitor. "And why is that, poppet? Will they do a trick?"

Torben raised his eyebrows a fraction at that. With everything he said he was getting a better picture of the man before him. It wasn't one he was liking much. The fact that he'd happily sacrifice people to see such a thing ordinarily only deepened the dislike.

"I wasn't crediting him with anything. Merely observing the patient seems the type to discharge himself," he didn't like this situation one bit. But he also wasn't the sort to let fear tactics work if he didn't need to. Still, he'd do all he could to keep his staff, patients and hospital safe.

His eyes drifted to the ground before the hospital as the ground began to shake. So he was a necromancer then. Less than ideal but he still wouldn't let it scare him into giving up a patient.

When he looked up again he saw they were no longer along. He eyed the two warlocks with suspicion, not needing the necromancer to speak to them to know they were with him. It had been quite some time since he'd had to deal with anything like this.

"I would much rather keep things civil," he turned his attention back to the necromancer as he casually leaned against the door frame. "But if you're bent on escalating things you won't mind if I invite a few of my friends to join me? I'm sure Magnus Bane and Xypher Slade would love to be here for it,"

He was about to continue, pointing out a number of the other old and powerful Downworlders he could call on when a light chuckle reached him. It hadn't come from inside the hospital, nor from the three warlock before him. It's source was a woman he didn't recognise who was slowly walking towards them, hands clasped behind her back, observing them as she approached.

"I think you should let him invite them. It would be so much fun to watch," she said to the necromancer.

[daughterofsarenrae]

I love working with children so MUCH

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[chiropteracupola]

just a couple of creepy 18th-century innkeepers talking shop!

[featuring @borisyvain's lazarus mcclure and my own james webster]

[pseudospectre]

Do you love this skull? And the old internet? And attribution? You might like this :)

[lanliingwang]

There's something. legitimately funny about the way toshiyuki toyonaga voices ire imitating mofurun's "mofu" when he was basically showing off his "knows what the MCs are about to say before they say it" thing 😭 I think it's the sarcastic lilt he adds to her verbal tic tbh JKWJSKDHG

[fate-rewired]

The femme truly wore her emotions on her sleeve. Swindle had to bite back a chuckle at that- bots like her were easier to deal with, simpler to handle. A welcome reprieve from what would-have been his company that night, no doubt.

So he was right in pegging her as the goody-two-shoes type. Swindle could feel the faint upwards slide at the edge of his dermas, optics flicking over to her. Hook, line, and sinker. Some 'bots were just too easy.

"I'd be delighted. Just let me know a date and time, and I'll be sure to swing on by." Another sip of oil, feeling it coat his glossa for the briefest moment before he swallowed. "You could say I'm interested in a lot of things, actually. Whatever seems to help the most people." Give him money, at least. But it counted! Not a total lie- just not the whole truth. The near-wag of her pigtails was still playing over in his processor. Cute, in a puppy-kind of way- though not enough to defeat the unease.

He could feel the rise of an optic-ridge. Perhaps not so ditzy, after all. Either that, or she simply had her moments.

"You've got me there- but it is a little off-putting to be gawked at everywhere I go. Easier to drive around in vehicle mode and pretend I'm just one of their cars than draw too much attention to myself." He would, however, be full-on lying if he said he didn't enjoy at least a hint of what the planet offered. His optics shuttered for a moment so he could take another sip, trying to focus on the taste and not on a few wayward thoughts. "At least everyone's in the market for safety when that happens. Plus, who knows- something big goes down, you can always wrangle a good deal out of whoever showed up."

Purple onlined, sliding towards Mourningstar. It was pleasant to be separated from his work for a few hours, yes...but there was very little he cared to fill that time with- and nothing he could tell a prospective client about.

Mourningstar was certainly taken aback by the generous offer Swindle made, earning an ecstatic wagging of her pigtail-like tendrils. She clearly didn't expect that, much less as a means of repaying her for the oil.

Little did she know of what inner thoughts his processor was formulating, and his high level of experience hit every mark on what really got the femme to open up... Not like it was even that difficult for anyone. But above all, the way her optics dilated and went wall-eyed at the thought of her practices being used to help others... That was even more exciting than the offer to get an Earth travel plan!

"Mhm! If it helps others, I'd be glad to show you sometime," The femme agreed, nodding so enthusiastically that those beady reds rattled audibly while they bounced around in their sockets.

Aah, then the answer to her own inquiry... Her little frown was almost instantly revive her smile. That sincere reply that was merely murmured, it warmed her spark like a mug of mulled antifreeze on a snowy cycle. Sure, it was soon followed by a suave and passive comment, but Mourningstar had already accepted that from the dealer.

"I'm glad that you've at least been enjoying yourself. Sometimes, it's nice to be somewhere that can be separate from work, yes? Even with how skittish the organics are, can one truly blame them? Cybertronians aren't so different when something unprecedented happens on our planet..."