#but also if you don't know how to use them properly pls ask

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just wondering but do people still fw neopronouns or nah-

(just a heads up, i use xe/xem pronouns)

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hey! i love your fics and i was wondering if you could do a jason grace x hecate reader? where she dresses kinda goth and he’s like ive never been more afraid yet also so enthralled by literally anyone ever and she’s just like chillin listening to metal or whatever and he’s trying his best to not start tweaking? i know that’s not a lot to go off on so if you don’t like the idea pls do not do it but anyway bye thx 🙏

◟𖥻 The hanged man : jason grace

▰▰ pairing: jason grace x fem!reader

The Hanged Man symbolizes a period of gaining new perspective, embracing a temporary pause, and trusting the process of change and transformation.

mari talking yay! first time writing about jason but i love him so much <3 also I had to do a some research on goth culture to try and not mess things up but there’s a lot of info, so I'm sorry if I messed something up😓.

warnings: use of y/n (like two times), canon divergence to make things work.

Jason has been at camp half-blood for only a week, but now he has made it his entire life mission to learn more about her.

He's drawn to her the first moment he spots her sitting alone after breakfast. While everyone is mingling and discussing plans for the day, she's shuffling... Cards? is she playing cards alone?

Jason can't help the curiosity that blooms in him, and before he can stop himself, he's already walking towards her. She doesn't even look up as he takes a seat in front of her.

"Hello, I'm Jason Grace, I'm—" He doesn’t get the time to introduce himself properly before she raises one finger to stop him.

"I know who you are." She tells him, but she doesn't elaborate further.

Jason lets a few seconds pass in between them, just looking at her while she keeps her focus on the cards on her hand, before he tries again. "I don't think I got your name"

His attempt is once again sushed off, this time because a few of the cards fall on the table, Jason curiously takes a peek but he doesn’t understand what's going on. For the first time, she raises her eyes but not to look at him, just to let her gaze fall on the cards.

"Death is coming upon us." She says suddenly, calm demeanor as if she was simply talking about the weather.

He blinks at her, completely taken aback. "When?" he asks, before he can stop himself.

For the first time, she looks at him, the corners of her lips barely twitching— almost as if she's amused by him.

"Time will tell." she replies simply, returning her gaze to the scattered cards.

Jason sits there in silence, unsure if he should do or say something else, or just... leave. Yes, probably leaving is the better option.

However, he can't keep the curiosity to himself. Which is why, later that day, at training, he finally cracks and asks Percy. "So there’s this girl— she was alone at breakfast? wearing a black dress, playing cards alone? kind of intimidating."

"Oh, y/n." Percy replies, as if the description doesn’t leave any room for questioning who Jason is talking about. "What about her?"

"You know her?" He asks, trying to act as if he's just making small talk.

"Kind of? I mean, not really, I just know that she's a Hecate daughter. No one really knows her." Percy says, not thinking too much about it as he sharpens his sword. "She's nice. I think. Just... offputting."

"Offputting? how so?" By this point, Jason has already forgotten all about his sword and is simply waiting for Percy's answer.

"I don't know, she's always predicting someone's death and she probably knows how to curse someone... like an actual curse." Percy pauses, thinking. "She seems like the type of person you go to when you need to put a spell on someone, or to summon a vengeful spirit. But she mostly keeps to herself."

Jason simply stares at him.

"She's cool, though."

And Jason thinks that's it, that's everything he needs to know. Except— his interest for her doesn’t fade, in fact, it grows. He can't stop noticing her around. And he wants to approach her every time, but he is sure it won't go the way he wants it to go.

He needs help, so he goes to the one person he knows to be intimidating and far more cooler than him.

Fortunately, Thalia is recently staying at camp with the hunters of Artemis for some quest they need to help with. So it's not difficult to find his sister that night.

"What happened?" She asks when he simply plops down on her bed dramatically.

Jason doesn’t even know how to start, what happened? Nothing at all. "There’s this girl. I'm not even sure she knows I exist."

"You're Jason Grace. Of course she knows." Thalia snorts.

"She's a daughter of Hecate, and she's... well, not what you'd normally expect. But she's like cool, you know? besides the whole predicting death." He explains, rambling.

Thalia laughs, totally unbothered. "Are you having problems with her?"

"Yes- I mean, no. That's the problem, I just can't talk to her as much as I want to. Like she seems so cool but also scary at the same time, and I don't know why i'm so drawn to her. But how can I talk to her when she doesn't even look at me?" He runs a hand through his blond hair, frustrated.

His sister sits up. "Alright, listen. She's a Hecate kid right? you're clearly not going to impress her with the whole bright-eyed, heroe-y, golden retriever thing you got going on."

"But what will, then?" He asks, genuinely desperate now.

"You've got to speak her language." she shrugs. "Now, i'm not telling you that you have to get into the whole witchcraft thing, but if you find her cool, try to get to know her. Ask about— I actually don't know what Hecate kids are into, her favorite graveyard?"

Jason is so not sure that that's a question anyone would have a reply to. But since he has learned she's simply not anyone, he decides to go with Thalia's advice next time he crosses paths with her.

He casually, but doubtfully, tries to ask her. "So... do you have a favorite graveyard?"

And of course, she was listening to music, so she doesn't even realize that he's talking to her until she notices him sitting there waiting for an answer.

She pulls the earphone out of her ear, the music so loud Jason can still hear it and raises a questioning eyebrow at him. "Did you want something, Grace?"

Oh so she actually knows who he is. Noted.

"I- uh- i was asking-" he chokes up on his words when her eyes connect with his for the second time since he's known her, her eyeliner making her eyes pop up. "I wanted to know if you had- if you had a favorite graveyard"

She replies without even taking a second to consider her answer. "Yeah. Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn. Great getaway to connect with the spirits."

Jason gapes at her, he can't believe that really worked. But, once again, he's out of words and she quickly shuts him off before he tries to come up with something, she plugs her earphone back in to put an end to the conversation.

After that, he doesn’t try again. Not because he doesn’t want to, or because he's scared off— he simply thinks that she doesn't want him to.

That doesn’t stop him from watching her from a safe distance though, he looks at her as she moves through people as if she's always in control, his gaze snaps towards her the moment he first hears her laugh while eating breakfast with her siblings, always admiring her from afar. She doesn't go unnoticed by him. But he respects her distance.

So it's truly a surprise when, after dinner when everyone else has cleared off and gone to their cabins, he finds her leaning against the door of his cabin, the moonlight making her look like part of the night itself.

He's almost doubting if she's real as he stops in front of her, but when she breaks the silence, he's sure she's truly standing there. "You know, that was a stupid question."

He blinks, as usual taken by surprise. "What do you mean?"

"The graveyard thing." she replies, shrugging. "But I could tell you were trying."

Jason laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "My sister told me I needed to speak your language."

She hums, the corners of her dark red lips lifting slightly into an amused smile. "Maybe next time just start with... I don't know, asking about my favorite book."

"Noted." Jason nods, and because he can't hide his excitement because they have exchanged more than a few words, he adds. "So what's your favorite book?"

"Uncle Silas." She replies, the wind dancing through her hair. "through i've been enjoying the black cat by edgar allan poe, too."

Jason has no clue what those books are about, but she makes everything so alluring, so effortlessly cool. "Right. Maybe I should give those a try."

She tilts her head at him, and gods help him, she's beautiful. "Doesn’t seem like they would be your kind of book."

That makes him chuckle. "Well, I'll try anything once."

She hums. Not disapproving, just... acknowledging.

"Do you know what the cards said that day?" She says suddenly, and Jason has to take a moment to realize she's talking about those cards she was suffling when he first talked to her.

He shakes his head. "You said it meant death was coming."

"Yeah, I know, but people always assume it means their dead or someone else's" she explains, and Jason is almost surprised to see that she seems almost... shy. "It was a metaphor, for change. New beginnings. Something new is coming, something old is dying."

"Oh." he nods, finally understanding. "that's not as bad as I thought."

"It rarely is, people just like to assume the worst." she shrugs.

Then, after a hesitant second, she adds. "I like you, Jason Grace." she says, looking at him— really looking at him. "You're not what I expected."

"Is that bad?" Jason asks, feeling as if his breath was suddenly stolen away.

"Not at all." shaking her head, she offers him a tiny smile. And it feels like a win in Jason's book. "You're annoyingly persistent. But you listen. And you try to understand instead of being scared."

Jason tilts his head, a soft smile curving his lips. "Well, there’s no reason to be scared, is there?"

"No, there isn't." then, before he can say anything else, she leans in and presses a soft kiss against his cheek. Her lips cold against the warm of his skin.

He stutters when she pulls away, not sure what to say, but once again she beats him to it, an amused spark in her eyes. "Good night, Jason."

And then she's fading into the darkness of the night as she walks away, leaving him stunned, heart hammering. He only manages to pull himself together fast enough to call after her, "Good night, y/n!"

When Jason walks into his cabin and sees his reflection in the nearest surface, the smear of dark red lipstick against his cheek is proof enough that everything was real and not another one of his fantasies.

"New beginnings." he repeats to himself, unable to hide the silly smile he gives to his own reflection.

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can I pls have a spice pie and maple taffy… with drinks of dark roast coffee and a martini? Served Lance stroll? THANK YOUUUU UR THE GOAT

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to see what you come up with! and thank you to all of those who have sent prompts, i am working really hard to get them all done. so thank you! i hope you enjoy this, to the twenty lance stroll fans who are all in my inbox (ily) <3 (also picking maple taffy for lance stroll is funny as hell)

edit: i realized that i horribly misread this prompt and got sub!character mixed up with sub!reader, so where ever you are anon. if you wish to submit another prompt, i am more than happy to write it properly for you. (it's been a long writing session tonight!)

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut." + maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid." + dark roast coffee: sub!character reader + martini: mafia au served by lance stroll (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, mafia boss!lance, dom/sub, sub!reader & dom!lance, jealous!lance

maybe bringing you to las vegas was a bad idea. sin city wasn't the type of place that a girl liked you belonged in. you belonged in the lovely apartment that you and lance shared back in montreal. bundled up in your thick winter coat while you went to go pick up a bottle of wine for dinner or a late night snack run only to whine when the corner store was closed.

sin city was a whole other demon, one that you had never seen. that was what lance chalked it all up to, you trying to fit in, as you tried to leave your hotel room dressed on par with a nighttime slut.

"where are you going?" he asked as he rolled up the sleeves of his button up. he looked good in it, the fabric of the shirt clung to his arms perfectly, only slightly outshone by how it fit his shoulders.

"seeing the other girls, it's not every day we're in the same city." just as the heads of families kept in contact with each other, the significant others of said men in power also kept in contact. except your conversations were a little less business oriented. more casual and fun.

lance eyed you up and down. you were wearing something very revealing, very slutty. he gave a nod of his head, "and you're going dressed like that."

you looked down at your outfit. it was a satin baby pink slip with straps that crossed in the back. it was cut well above your knee and paired with strappy heels. you looked back at him, "why wouldn't i?"

"do you not see what's wrong with it? you look like you should be selling sex on the strip. like a whore!"

you pouted, "i don't look like a whore!" then stamped your foot down like a child. you watched lance roll his shoulders before he closed the space between you two and had you pressed against the door of the hotel room.

he grabbed you by the chin and made you look into his dark eyes. he said lowly, "oh my god you're stupid, i bet i could sell you on the strip tonight. maybe shove you in a stall at the casino and let you put those whorish lips to work." he rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip before he rubbed the lip gloss between his thumb and pointer finger, "you seem ready to be used in a glory hole."

your bottom lip wobbled, "i'm not a whore." you could feel your knees grow into jelly and lance simply pulled you in for a kiss. when he kissed you, you moaned into it and pressed yourself up against him.

when he pulled away and said, "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut." before he grabbed you by the ass and pulled you against him. his cock twitched in his slacks.

you pouted further at him before he pulled you into another searing kiss. it was excited you in a way that you felt almost pathetic when you moaned loudly against him. there was something about your mafia boyfriend that made you simply melt. you were twisted between his fingers, which was why it was so hard to disobey him.

he looked at you for a moment before he roughly patted your cheek, "yeah, you're not going out tonight. tell your girlfriends that we made other plans tonight."

"what do i say?"

he took you by the hand and pulled you away from the door. you were pressed against him for a moment which made you feel warm between your legs. he replied, "lie." and it wasn't before you were on the large hotel room and you were looking up at your boyfriend.

there was something domineering about lance's strong, dark features. there was a mystery about him that lured you in. that was probably why you were initially drawn to him. he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt and eyed you up and down.

it wasn't hard to get you out of the dress, it was barely a scrap of fabric that covered you. if lance pulled on it hard enough he could probably tear the seams. but if he did that, you'd probably cum on the spot. you weren't wearing a bra and the panties you wore barely covered anything.

"i could've sold you for a pretty penny tonight." he chuckled as he took off his belt and wrapped it around his hand for a moment, but then unwound it. you were a glutton for punishment and lance wasn't going to quench that thirst.

you looked at him, naked on the bed. you were seated on the mattress with your legs stretched out. you pouted, "i'm sorry, sir." and that licked something in lance's brain.

it made him drop his belt to the ground and he chuckled, "someone really is sorry, huh." he leaned forward and cupped your face for a moment. he could almost feel your racing pulse under his fingers, "next time, i get to pick what you wear. so i know that you're being safe out there. this city would eat you alive, sweetheart. if i lost you, i don't even want to think what i would do. rip the city in half."

you felt something swim in your guy. you licked your lips, tasting the bubblegum of your lip gloss. you pulled away and laid out on the bed. eventually you inched yourself up into the pillows and reached your arms out for him.

lance quickly got his slacks and undergarments off before he got into bed with you. he got himself between your legs, his chest pressed against yours. your legs hiked up around his waist and his hard cock against your slick pussy.

"fuckin' hell." he groaned as he kissed at your neck, "you feel like a dream. i know it. i know you so well, every inch of you." he sank his cock into you and your toes curled a little. you tensed for a moment before you relaxed enough to slot himself into you.

you held onto his shoulders and let out a soft moan.

lance admired your expression for a moment. he felt a shudder of pleasure through his body as he held onto your hips. he made sure that you were more comfortable with his cock inside of you before he started to move. he rocked against you, gaining momentum with each of his movements.

"i've admired you every day since i met you. you are the most beautiful woman in any city were in. no one holds a candle to you." he gripped onto you tighter and you did the same. the two of you were soon kissing deeply, the kisses were heavy and muffled the noises that you two made. but not the sounds of the hotel bed creaking under you.

"mmm, lance." you whimpered as he moved against you. you could feel the heat across you body. your cheeks flushed with sexual heat. this was how you two always ended up, tumbled in the sheets together, rutting against one another like animals.

"see, you look much better like this. better than any club. if you wanted to get drunk, we could do that here. and then i'd make sure your hangover wasn't too bad. fuck the drunk out of you." he chuckled lowly as he continued to fuck you.

you felt the pleasure continue to course through you. you held onto him tighter as you tried to pick up the pace. the moans were loud and sweet, "please, sir." you were lance's everything. from a lover to a sexual submissive. you drove him wild.

the pace between you two was quick as the two of you fucked with a heat between the two of you. the kisses continued, they were messy just like your pace. it wasn't long before you clutched onto lance tightly with your head on his shoulder as you felt so close to him. sweaty all over.

"beautiful." he hissed as he felt the pleasure hit its peak. you both came at the same time. you thought you could feel his heartbeat as he finished inside of you. you both were panting heavily and the sweat covered your body. you laid out there under him while he pulled away a little bit to admire your naked form. he licked his lips at the sight of you and said, "mine."

you nodded dumbly and said, "yours, always." before lance had you on your elbows and knees with your hips raised. you'd text the others later about why you couldn't meet up with them. but it was hard to do that when your phone was in the living area and lance was rearranging your insides. <3

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Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that. 

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games. 

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

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Hello!! I just loooooove how you write Alastor, this unhinged bastard 😂 anyway can I request Alastor with a lesbian, chaotic reader, who's always drooling over women (especially Alastor's friends)(read: Rosie). Toooootally not self-indulgent. Obv platonic pls!! Thank you in advance 🙇

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Omg I love this SO MUCH

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: TERRIBLE TREATMENT OF READER, reader being funny af, idk who is more unhinged, slight Mimzy X Reader, slight Rosie X Reader

Description: ☝️⬆️

First of all, he's gonna be your wingman NOT because he wants to help but because it's funny when you fail

Encourages your chaotic nature and uses it to his advantage, will not let you be caged

Someone beneath him wants to pick a fight with him??? Oh he'll give them a fight

*sets down an oversized pet carrier*

*feral animal sounds and vicious shaking*

Alastor opens the door and lets you wreak havoc on them, it's just too hilarious

All metaphorically of course

😳

They get you a toddler leash because you're always scampering off straight into trouble???

Alastor cuts it the first day Vaggie takes you out

*massive destructive explosive sounds in the distance*

"What the FUCK, ALASTOR!?"

Alastor: 😏

You're his favorite feral little ball of chaos

BACK TO BEING YOUR WINGMAN

It's amusing how quickly you change gears when it comes other women and how they enthrall you

He often gives you a handkerchief to clean up your drool, pushes your mouth shut when it's hanging open and grabs the back of your clothes to keep you upright

He does look out for you though

If Mimzy is currently in your sights then he won't let her take advantage of your attraction towards her

That greedy little thing will take you for every dime all while she flirts and toys with you

If you're feasting your eyes any of the overlords(*cough*Carmilla-*cough*Missi-*cough*Velvet-*cough*) then he'll straight up tell you no

Not him bonking your head sweetly with his staff before pushing you out of harm's way

Rosie is an exception tho

He knows she can fend you off herself if she really wants to but also that she won't really do any harm to you

Not that you're not very charming

Rosie just thinks you're adorable!! All the eager attention you're giving her! She could just eat you up!

No seriously...she could...you would taste sweet

No you're sweet

You're making her blush

And you're making her hungry

"Okay, time to go!"

So Alastor sticks around and looks out for you in those moments but he also thinks it's hilarious when you shoot your shot

Feeds you terrible pick up lines and almost dies of laughter when you actually use them

"Hey! Tie your shoes!! I don't want you falling for anyone else~"

"She actually went with that one?!"

Will properly fix your hair or clothes up before you go out on a date, he can't have you looking shabby

If you ask him for advice then he actually has some really good ideas for romance

It's just difficult to get him to give you a honest answer because it's so funny when you fumble a bad bitch

Actually, he does try to set you up with women he thinks could be good for you

"Fascinating, but have you met my good pal Y/N yet? She is QUITE a character!"

Alastor is your partner in crime and you're wingman but he's pretty terrible at both

Gah!! I hope you liked this one!! I wanted to really get the little gremlin vibes!!

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hiiii, for the prompt thing, could u do carmy + "is this the part where you kick me out" and/or "i can't do this without you"? 🩷

also i am BEGGING for part 2 of the worst day pls i check literally every single day to see if it's up !!!

Hello! Cracks and Gaps is getting longer and longer, bigger and bigger. I don't quite know how to separate the text into chapters. I'm hoping I'll publish chapter 2 by the end of August/beginning of September. Thank you for your interest and support :)

Prompt: "I can't do this without you" Carmen Berzatto x Fem!Reader Explicit 1600 words (warnings for injuries/burns and a bit of mean!Carmy - but also gentle!Carmy so it's fine, Claire is mentioned but note that this is set a couple weeks after the fridge incident)

The loud chime of the downstairs doorbell rings sharply through the quiet apartment. You get up to the intercom and buzz Carmen in.

You’ve only ever had the girls over—Tina, Sydney, and once even Nat. Those were very rare moments spent outside the kitchen, outside The Bear, when you somehow managed to have a day off together. Normally, you’re not very comfortable letting people into your apartment. And having Carmen here—you try not to think about it too much.

The thing is, you had an accident in the kitchen five days ago during one of those crazy afternoons just before lunch opening—full of yelling, collisions, and near-strokes—when you managed to scald your right forearm. Like, properly scald, until the skin was baby pink and raw-looking. The longer you looked at the damaged area, the dizzier you felt.

Richie drove you to the hospital, not caring about his absent driving license, and sat with you in the emergency room while a nurse bandaged the big, painful blisters that had formed where just skin used to be. Only the next day did you learn that it hadn’t been your fault—Marcus had slipped on water that Ebra had spilled, bumping into Carmy, who bumped into you, forcing you to lean against the stove with a huge pot of boiling spaghetti. Due to the shock, you completely forgot. Not that you would ever hold it against any of them.

The moment you hear Carmy’s knock on the door, your heart speeds up. You know it’s stupid and unreasonable, but you look up to the chef very much, admiring what he’s accomplished, and very, very secretly, you do have a little—big—crush on him.

“Thank you for coming, really,” you greet him earnestly as soon as you’re face-to-face with him.

“It’s the least I could do,” Carmy says as you lead him toward the kitchen table where all your medical supplies are laid out. Soon after getting home from the ER, you figured out that you wouldn’t be able to change the bandages on your dominant hand twice a day by yourself—not properly. There are many other things you haven’t been able to do.

“And it makes sense since I live the closest,” Carmy adds as he settles down next to you after washing his hands thoroughly. Leaning in, he starts removing the dressing, as you instructed, holding your hand carefully.

“Have you and Richie talked yet?” you ask to fill the silence with something.

Carmy doesn’t look up from what he’s doing. “You’ve been gone for four days. It’s—it's gonna take longer than that,” he mumbles, peeling off the gauze sponges soaked in antibiotic cream. You hiss, trying to retract your hand instinctively, but Carmy doesn’t relent.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly, giving you a moment to relax again. He reapplies the cream to the skin scarred by the blisters, which have mostly drained by now. It hurts like hell, his touch bringing stinging tears to your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Carmy says when he peers up at you.

“Not your fault,” you grit your teeth against the burning pain, trying to remember if you’ve taken a painkiller today. His touch is gentle and careful, and the combination of his softness and the contact does strange things to you. It’s turning you on.

“We should’ve done better. To prevent things like this from happening. The kitchen should be a safe work environment,” he adds, glancing at his own scarred hands. “As safe as possible.”

When he finishes wrapping your arm with the gauze dressing, you feel a wave of relief that he’s no longer inspecting your scarred skin.

Carmen leans back in his chair, running a hand through his unruly hair. “What else can I do?”

The possibilities rush through your mind, but you quickly dismiss all inappropriate intrusive thoughts. “Would you help me wash my hair?” you ask, grimacing at your own ineptitude, embarrassed and frustrated. Your scalp has been itching for the second day, driving you absolutely nuts.

Carmen nods without hesitation, understanding the vulnerability behind your request. “Yeah, of course. Whatever you need,” he says gently, standing up and glancing around your apartment to find the bathroom.

You lead him there, feeling a mix of relief and self-consciousness. You’re not used to asking for help, especially not with something so personal. Carmen seems to sense this because as you walk, he doesn’t say anything more, just follows your lead.

The bathroom is small but clean, and you can’t help but notice the way Carmen’s presence fills the space, making it feel even smaller. You pull out a chair and sit with your back to the basin, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation. Carmen moves around you, adjusting the water temperature and rolling up his sleeves. When his fingers brush against your neck as he gathers your hair, a shiver runs down your spine.

“Lean back a little,” he says, his voice low, almost hesitant but soothing. You do as he says, closing your eyes as he begins to wet your hair. The warm water runs down your scalp, and for a moment, you can almost forget the pain in your arm and the way your heart races whenever Carmen is near.

He’s gentle, more so than you would have expected from someone who spends his days commanding a chaotic kitchen. His fingers work the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp in slow, careful circles. The sensation is almost too much—too intimate, too comforting—and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

“You’re very quiet.”

“So are you. When you’re not shouting,” you don’t miss the opportunity to pick at him. “It’s hard to figure you out.”

Carmen scoffs, but there’s a subtle tension in his voice. “Right back at ya.”

The water in the basin swishes loudly as Carmen rinses the shampoo, combing through your hair with his fingers, careful not to tug too hard, squeezing the excess water ouf from your hair. ““There you go,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “All done.”

You sit up slowly, feeling a bit lighter. “Thank you. Couldn’t do it without you.”

Carmen offers a small, almost shy smile, but there’s something behind his eyes—a flicker of unease, like he’s unsure of how to respond. You wonder, not for the first time, if the tenderness he’s showing isn’t something that comes naturally to him. 

The shift is abrupt. Familiar from how you know him from work. His mood swings and angry outbursts. You don’t know what causes it. Maybe he can finally see it on you. The way you’ve been pressing your thighs together, the redness of your cheeks. Is this his secret superpower -- can he read thoughts?

“What?” you ask with an unease when he stares at you for too long, wiping his wet hands in the pink towel, then putting it neatly on the radiator behind him.

Carmen’s movements are swift and decisive as he kneels in front of you, his rough voice breaking the silence. “I blame myself,” he says, almost desperately. He takes your injured hand, his lips brushing against the bare fingers and knuckles peeking out from beneath the bandages. His other hand disappears between your thighs, and you’re mortified at the thought that he can probably feel how wet you are through the layers of clothing. 

“There are other ways to make you feel better,” he says, his words dripping with a raw, suggestive intensity that leaves you stunned. You blink rapidly, trying to process the unexpected turn in his demeanor.

A wave of emotions crashes over you, paralyzing you with its intensity. “What about Cla -”

“Shut up,” he murmurs quietly, without much heat. “You want this or not?”

You do, you’re nodding. You’ll take anything he’s willing to give you, no matter what. 

Carmen eats you out. He pulls down your leggings along with your panties, eyes fixed between your legs where you’re already - embarrassingly - wet from all of his touches, intentional or not. Carmen only uses his mouth on you - his tongue and lips, keeping his hands where you can’t see or feel them. It reminds you of David Coperfield and his right magic hand never touching Claudia Schiffer. Like if Carmy put his fingers into your pussy it would suck out his mojo, or something.

Usually it’s hard for you to come just from oral sex but Carmen’s different. He uses these long, wide licks on you, literally eating your pussy out, rather than just licking at your clit. That really does the trick for you. 

When you come, hand gripping Carmy’s curls, he’s busy touching himself. You can hear the rustling and the wet noises even through the static in your ears.

You can barely catch your breath when Carmen says: “Pull,” and you do - hard - which leaves him gasping, and even though he doesn’t make any loud noises, it makes your pussy throb. 

He comes with his head between your legs, licking at you weakly without much intent. You know only because his movements come to a stop and for a moment you’re both still. Until Carmen visibly shakes himself and his eyes find yours once again. 

“Say thank you, chef,” he murmurs against your skin, punctuating his words with a sharp smack to your inner thigh. The sting of it makes you jump, gasping at the unexpected pain.

“Thank you,” you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper, shaky from the intensity of it all.

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Still snuggled into his side, Aspen took a content breath. Her heart happily fluttered in her chest as his words repeated themselves in her head. She couldn't believe she was loved by him, him of all people, and he always had a way of showing it to her. She only hoped she could give him that same satisfaction as well. 

To her right, Harry was using his right hand to hold his sketch pencil, dabbling the granite over the sheet of paper in his notebook that was balanced on his knee. The girl took in the sight before her, how his tattoos grazed up his neck past his shirt collar and how his rings danced around his fingers in different directions (which she made a mental note of to twist back properly), how his nails were always painted a sheen black, never matte but somehow always chipped. She wondered if he'd ever try doing something like a topcoat.

Her brown eyes skimmed over his office, spotting the two ceramic pieces sitting on a shelf from their date, which was also when Aspen had asked Harry to be her boyfriend.

"You kept those?"

Aspen's voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as she tilted her head toward the shelf where their two ceramic pieces sat side by side. The soft afternoon light filtering through the window illuminated the edges of the figures—the small, imperfectly painted conversation heart she had made and the abstract, green and gold swirled mug Harry had crafted. Seeing them there, carefully placed amongst his things, made something in her chest tighten.

Harry followed her gaze, then let out a low chuckle, his pencil pausing against the sketchbook. "'Course I did," he said easily, as if the thought of getting rid of them had never crossed his mind. He glanced down at her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Why wouldn't I?"

Aspen shrugged slightly, ducking her head. "I don't know. I guess I just didn't think—"

"Didn't think I'd keep somethin' we made together?" Harry cut in, his voice teasing but warm. He turned his head and pressed a kiss into her hair. "Asp, I love what we made. I wanted to have it here, where I spend most of my time. Where I can look at it and be reminded of you."

Aspen's breath caught in her throat, and her fingers curled slightly against the fabric of his shirt. Reminded of her.

She didn't know why those words hit her so hard, but they did. It wasn't just about the ceramics—it was about everything.The way he drew her, the way he sang for her, the way he kept little pieces of her woven into his life. He loved her, and he made sure she knew it, not just in words but in all the little ways he held onto her presence.

She swallowed, trying to ignore the way her eyes burned slightly. "That's... really sweet," she whispered, almost shyly.

Harry hummed, smirking as he resumed the sketch in his lap. "I can be sweet," he murmured. "For you, anyway."

Aspen rolled her eyes at his playfulness, but she smiled, letting herself sink further into him. She watched as his pencil glided across the paper, forming soft, delicate strokes.

"What are you drawing?" she asked curiously, her head tilting to get a better look.

Harry hesitated for half a second, but then, with a small smirk, he tilted the notebook so she could see. Aspen's breath hitched when she realized what it was.

Her.

Her sitting just like this, curled into his side, her face tucked into his chest with that peaceful little expression she knew she had when she felt safe. The details were soft but unmistakable—the slope of her nose, the curve of her lashes, the way her hair spilled over his arm. It was just his side and his arm, a small section of the sofa where they sat, but he had captured her in a way that was exact, as if he took a photo and printed it onto the paper. 

Aspen stared, lips parting slightly. "Harry..."

"I told you, sugar," he murmured, his voice softer now, more serious. "I like keepin' you with me. Even when you're not here."

Aspen's throat tightened, her chest swelling with something too big to name. She had no words—nothing that could possibly match the way this felt. Instead, she lifted her hand, fingers grazing over the lines of the sketch as if touching them would make it feel more real.

Harry watched her, his green eyes tracing every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. He wasn't always good with words—not when it came to things like this—but he could show her. He could give her proof of what she meant to him, of how much space she took up in his mind.

After a moment, Aspen turned to him, her brown eyes deep and searching. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this," she admitted softly. "The way you... see me."

Harry smiled, tilting his head slightly. "How's that?"

Aspen's cheeks warmed. "Like I'm something worth capturing."

His expression softened. He reached up, brushing his knuckles against her cheek before cupping the side of her face. "That's 'cause you are," he murmured. "Every damn time I look at you, I see somethin' I wanna keep."

Aspen sucked in a quiet breath, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, something unspoken passing between them.

Then, slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing his in the softest, most reverent kiss. Harry sighed into it, his fingers slipping into her hair as he deepened the kiss just slightly, savoring her. It wasn't heated, wasn't rushed—it was slow, warm, and full of something that settled deep in both of them.

When they pulled away, Aspen rested her forehead against his, her lips curling into a small, shy smile. "I love you," she whispered.

Harry grinned, pressing a quick, playful kiss to the tip of her nose. "I know, little mouse. I love you."

Aspen laughed softly, the warmth of his voice settling deep into her chest like a secret only she was meant to hear. The words lingered between them, wrapping around her heart, sinking in slowly. She still couldn't quite believe it sometimes—that someone like Harry, with his rough hands and soft heart, loved her.

Harry pulled her closer, tucking her against him like he never wanted to let go before leaning down to capture her lips in another sweet kiss. His lips moved slowly, tenderly, like he was savoring the moment, like he was trying to tell her things he couldn't put into words. Aspen sighed against his mouth, the familiar warmth of him sending tiny sparks through her veins.

"You know," Harry murmured against her lips, voice thick with affection, "I don't think I'll ever get over kissin' you."

Aspen blinked up at him, still caught in the haze of his touch. His gaze flickered between her eyes, down to her nose, then to her lips, before coming back up again, taking in every part of her like he was trying to memorize the way she looked beneath him. She tilted her head just slightly, her silent way of asking for more, and Harry smiled.

"I used to be... light on kisses," he admitted, his voice quieter now, as if he were confessing something important. "Never was my forte, but then you came along, and it was the only thing I could think about. Amongst other things, of course."

A slow, teasing smirk crept onto his lips, his tone laced with playful insinuation.

Aspen let out a breathy laugh, rolling her eyes even as heat crawled up her neck. Harry had a way of saying things—of looking at her—that made her feel entirely too flustered. "Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt. "But I like kissing you, too."

Her voice came out in a shy squeak, and Harry lived for it.

"You've got the mouth of an angel," he mused, the corner of his lip twitching in amusement. "Quite literally. Guess that practice paid off, eh?"

Aspen's eyes widened as the realization of what he meant hit her like a freight train. "Harry!"

She smacked his arm lightly, but the damage was already done. His grin stretched wide, shameless and absolutely unrepentant.

"What?" He chuckled, rubbing his arm dramatically, though they both knew she hadn't hit him hard.

Aspen narrowed her eyes, her face practically burning now. "Says you!"

Harry quirked a brow, his teeth catching the metallic ring of his lip piercing, playing with it before releasing the jewelry again. He always did that when he was amused, when he knew he was getting under her skin in the best way possible. "Says me what?"

Aspen huffed, crossing her arms as if she could shield herself from his relentless teasing. "You've had multiple... practices before," she muttered, her tone shy but her eyes still locked onto his.

Harry let out a deep chuckle, one that rumbled through his chest and sent a pleasant shiver down Aspen's spine. He reached for his notebook, setting it aside with an easy motion before focusing all his attention on her.

"Maybe," he admitted, his voice dropping just enough to make her breath catch. "But none of them compare to you."

Aspen swallowed, her fingers curling into the hem of her shirt.

Harry leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he added, "Especially not the way you taste."

Aspen let out a tiny, involuntary squeak before promptly burying her face against his chest again, utterly defeated.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, his arms wrapping around her securely, holding her tight as she tried (and failed) to escape his teasing. "Ah, sugar, don't hide from me now," he mused, running his hand up and down her back.

Aspen groaned. "You're so..."

The man hummed in amusement, his hand carding through the soft strands of her hair. The cherry vanilla scent hit his nose through the motions. "I'm so what? So handsome?"

The girl only groaned again and kept her flaming face buried in Harry's chest. A soft rumble of laughter fell from his lips again as he shook his head. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I love that you practiced f'me."

When she didn't respond, and Harry could feel the warmth of her face through his shirt, he continued with a smirk. 

"The thought 'f you even thinking of something like that does somethin' to me. But come to find out my sweet, little girl was on her knees and putting her sweet throat t'work jus' t'please me." Harry sighed, heavy with his accent. His tongue came out to run over his own lips before his fingers tucked under the girls chin, tilting her head up to look up at him. His thumb ran over her bottom lip as her face wore that deep red once more, yet she kept her eyes on his. 

"And when you had actually got down to your knees in front of me? Fucking hell, Aspen..." He muttered, a slight furrow forming in his brows while the image flashed in his mind again. "You looked so lost down there, hm? Your small hands and these pretty lips," the mans thumb pushed passed the barrier of her parted lips, resting his pad of his thumb on her tongue, hooking her mouth open slightly more, "these pretty lips that could barely wrap around my cock."

Harry sucked his teeth slowly and sighed once more, his eyes ripping from her mouth to her eyes again. "Don't worry, hm? 'M going to make sure I train this gorgeous mouth of yours."

Aspen's eyes fluttered shyly, her cheeks hot as her breathing slowed and got heavier. With the words that spilled from his mouth, the girl's stomach couldn't help but coil in embarrassment but also satisfaction. She wanted that just as much as Harry.

She nodded hesitantly, closing her lips around the mans thumb. Aspen hollowed her cheeks around the digit as she kept her eyes locked on his green ones, now a glint of something deeper than his usual shine.

Her tongue pressed up against his thumb as she slowly and carefully moved it side to side. Her eyes grew shy, the burning desire to shut them or turn away, but she couldn't look away from Harry's parted lips and furrowed brows as he looked down at her in what seemed to be awe.

Harry slowly pulled his thumb out, her teeth grazing along. His thumb pulled down her bottom lip as he did so, his lips immediately pressing onto hers before his thumb could fully remove from her bottom lip. Aspen's hands came to rest on his chest as his large hands came to grip her hips, pulling her to a seat on his lap. 

His tongue glided along the girls bottom lip, taking her parted lips as a quick invitation. A groan fell from his mouth and tumbled into hers. His head was swarming with everything Aspen. The man would have never expected her to be the way she was, expected her to shy away from his finger in her mouth or swat him away. His tongue ventured through her warmth, tangling along with her own as she let out a breathy whine against his lips. 

Harry tilted her hips down with a firm grip as he shifted his hips under her. Aspen let out a small gasp as she felt the familiar bulge press up against her clothed clit before it disappeared just as fast as it came. Her hands slid up towards his broad shoulders and took ahold of the fabric there as she let out another sound against Harry's open mouth.

Harry’s breath was heavy, warm as it fanned against her cheek before he tilted his head and pressed his lips just beneath her jaw. The sharp inhale Aspen took didn’t go unnoticed by him, nor did the way her grip on his shirt tightened, fingers curling into the fabric as if she needed to ground herself. He liked that— liked knowing that he was the one making her feel this way, making her shiver beneath his touch.

His lips trailed lower, slow and deliberate, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. He lingered when he reached the delicate spot just beneath her ear, where he knew she was sensitive, and when he dragged his tongue lightly over her skin, she let out the sweetest little sound, barely more than a breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered against her skin, his voice gravelly, strained. He could already feel himself slipping, getting lost in the way she felt, the way she reacted to him like she was made for this, for him. His hands flexed at her hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he guided her just how he wanted, feeling the way her body molded against his own.

Aspen whimpered as Harry kissed lower, his lips brushing against her collarbone before he nipped lightly at her skin, his teeth scraping just enough to make her tremble. “Harry...” she whispered, her voice breathy, filled with something between desperation and awe.

The sound of his name on her lips, so soft, so needy, sent a deep warmth curling in his stomach, and he knew he was toeing a dangerous line. He was getting too carried away, too caught up in the way she moved against him, in the way her fingers dug into his shoulders like she never wanted to let go.

And God, neither did he.

He swallowed between kisses, his hips pressing up against her for a longer moment, keeping her there. With furrowed brows and wet lips, he moaned against her sweet skin as she whined out above him, wiggling her hips a small bit as to tell him to keep it going. And truly, her wish was absolutely his command.

He continued to guide her hips in slow rolls to meet his, grazing his teeth along her neck between soft pants. Aspen, the way she squirmed above him and how his name came out between her gentle whimpers, drove him crazy.

The girl slid her hands from his gripped shirt to cup his jaw, pulling his face from her neck to look up at her. It was only for a second until his lips came crashing up to meet hers. He swallowed every little sound she made, though he knew her well enough to know she was aiming to keep herself quiet. His hips met hers in a particularly hard roll, his breath faltering in a gasp that matched hers. 

"Let me hear you, pretty," He muttered against her lips before it was her turn to navigate down his jaw and to his neck. Harry groaned, his head falling back against the couch for a brief moment as he tried to rein himself in. His hands smoothed over her hips, slipping under the flowy material of her top while moving up the sides of her waist before settling at her lower back. She was so warm beneath his touch, so intoxicating.

To Harry's surprise, even without his hands guiding her hips, she continued the movements. And who was he to stop? The way she moved against him, he was sure he couldn't stop anyways. The way her warm thighs swarmed his lap and just the mere thought that she was getting off to this? He felt like a stupid teenager again, but he was pleased to be here with her. 

Aspens hips faltered as she whined out a moan, a bit louder now, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck. Her stomach coiled with need for Harry, for him to just touch her, but she couldn't stop the movements of her hips. If she did, she was sure she'd have to shoot herself from the loss of contact. 

Even she couldn't believe what was happening. With every drag of his firm cock along her clit, the girl's panties bunched between her folds with ease. She gasped softly at the wet feeling pooling between her thighs, a red rushing over her cheeks. She lifted her head once more and latched her mouth in wet kisses over Harrys neck, which had his own head spinning. 

Aspen's lips were soft, warm, and hesitant at first as they brushed against Harry's skin. She had never done this before—at least, not in the way she wanted to now. But she had seen it, knew the basics of what it was supposed to be, and she had the overwhelming urge to mark him, to leave something behind that said he's mine.

Her kisses trailed along the sharp line of his jaw, down the strong column of his throat, and she felt him swallow thickly beneath her lips. Harry’s breathing had gone uneven, his chest rising and falling with a little more force now as her mouth explored his neck.

"Shit, baby," Harry muttered, his voice rough, strained. His hands squeezed at her hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of her shorts, and Aspen felt a rush of pride at the way he reacted to her. He liked this. She was making him feel this way.

So, emboldened by the way his grip tightened on her, by the way his head tilted back to give her more access, she decided to take it a step further.

Aspen let her lips part against the warm skin of his throat, sucking lightly, testing the waters. She wasn’t sure how much pressure to apply, wasn’t sure if she was even doing it right, but when she grazed her teeth ever so slightly over the spot she had just sucked on, Harry let out the most guttural sound she had ever heard from him.

His hands clamped down on her hips, his fingers digging in as a deep groan rumbled from his chest. His reaction sent a thrill straight through her, and she felt something hot and needy coil in her stomach. That had worked. That had sent him spiraling.

"Jesus Christ, Aspen," he gritted out, his voice hoarse, wrecked. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerked up into her reflexively. Aspen whimpered, guiding her hips down once more.

She smirked against his skin, her chest swelling with a newfound confidence, and she did it again—this time, sucking just a little harder, letting her tongue swirl over the spot before nipping at it lightly.

Harry growled.

"You're gonna kill me," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly at the end. His ring clad fingers twitched at her sides, gripping and releasing as if he was trying to control himself, trying not to flip her over and take what she was so teasingly offering.

Aspen pulled back just enough to admire her work, her lips tingling from the effort. There, on the side of Harry’s neck, was a deep, blooming mark, proof of what she had done to him. She felt a flicker of satisfaction curl in her chest. She had done that. It was small, nothing too extreme, but the feeling of pride swelled her chest.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her growing smile, but Harry caught the gleam in her eyes. His own gaze, dark and hooded, met hers as he smirked lazily, his hands shifting from her hips to slide up her back, holding her close.

"Proud of y'self, are you?" he murmured, his lips twitching.

Aspen shrugged, feigning innocence, though her cheeks were flushed and her heart was racing. "Maybe a little."

Harry let out a breathy chuckle, his fingers threading into the hair at the nape of her neck as he tugged her down just enough so their noses brushed. "You should be," he admitted. "That was fuckin’ cruel, baby. Doin’ me like that when I can't do a damn thing about it."

Aspen swallowed, her lips parting slightly as she realized exactly what he meant. He was still at work. They couldn’t do anything more right now.

But God, the way he was looking at her, the way his hands held her close like he was barely keeping himself together—it made her want to push him just a little further.

So she leaned in, her voice soft and teasing as she whispered, "Guess you'll just have to wait, then."

Harry groaned, letting his head fall back again, his hands sliding back up to her bare waist as he exhaled a shaky breath. "You're evil, you know that?"

Aspen giggled, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw, feeling entirely too pleased with herself. "You love it."

Harry let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do."

Harry’s grip on Aspen tightened as he let out a slow, controlled exhale. His girl—his sweet, shy Aspen—had just marked him, left a deep, dark bruise on his skin like a quiet claim of possession, and fuck if that didn’t send him spiraling. He had never seen this side of her before, at least, not fully. It was hesitant, still laced with that same softness that made her her, but there was a growing confidence in the way she moved, in the way she touched him, and he was absolutely, completely gone for it.

Not that he wouldn’t have loved her the same if she never changed at all. Harry was in too deep already, too consumed by everything she was. He would’ve happily spent the rest of his days kissing her through her shyness, easing her into his arms as she stumbled through her words, adoring the way she still blushed at his teasing. But this? This was something else entirely, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of watching her come undone like this—watching her bloom for him.

And if she thought she could get away with teasing him like that without consequence? Oh, she had another thing coming.

Harry smirked, tilting his head back up, his green eyes dark and full of something wicked as he met her gaze. “You think you’re so clever, huh?” he murmured, his voice deep and slow, dragging over her skin like a caress.

Aspen blinked at him, her lips still curved in the smallest, most innocent smirk, but he could see the way she swallowed, the way her breath hitched just slightly at the tone of his voice. Good.

Before she could respond, he moved. His hands slid up her back, gathering her closer, until his lips were hovering just over her ear. “My turn,” he whispered, his voice thick with promise.

Aspen barely had a second to react before his mouth was on her.

He didn’t go for the obvious spot—no, he had learned her far too well to be predictable. He aimed just below her ear, right against the pulse point where he knew she was most sensitive. The second his lips met her skin, Aspen gasped, her fingers clenching at the fabric of his shirt, her entire body shuddering in response.

Harry smirked against her, pleased with himself as he latched his lips around the delicate skin, sucking lightly at first, testing the waters, before he increased the pressure.

Aspen let out a shaky breath, her fingers sliding up to tangle into his curls. “H-Harry—”

“Mmm?” he hummed, not letting up, his tongue flicking against the mark he was making before his teeth grazed the spot ever so slightly.

Her breath hitched, and then—God above—she let out the softest, neediest whimper against his shoulder, and Harry damn near lost his mind.

He groaned, his grip on her hips flexing as he pulled her just a little tighter against him. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips dragging to a new spot, just a little lower, just to hear her make that sound again.

Aspen was melting against him now, her head tilting to give him more access, her breathing uneven as he worked at her skin. And he wasn’t holding back—if she was going to mark him, he was going to make damn sure everyone knew she was his. The spot under her ear was already darkening, but he sucked just a little harder, his tongue soothing over it before he pulled back, admiring his work.

The mark was bigger than the one she had left on him. That wasn’t even intentional—he had just gotten too carried away, too lost in the way she responded to him, the way she let him do this to her.

Aspen shuddered against him, her fingers still clinging to his shirt as she exhaled a trembling breath. And then, after a beat, he felt it—her smile.

"You’re smug, aren’t you?" she muttered, her voice breathless, but there was a small, proud lilt to it that had Harry grinning against her skin.

"Damn right, I am." He pressed a final, lingering kiss to the mark before pulling back to look at her. “Look at you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as he took in her flushed cheeks, the way her lips were slightly parted, swollen from their earlier kisses. “My sweet girl’s not so sweet anymore, huh?”

Aspen huffed out a small laugh, but she ducked her head, still shy despite everything, which only made Harry’s heart throb harder in his chest. He loved that about her—how she could switch between this confident, teasing version of herself and the soft, timid girl he had fallen for. She was both, and he adored every side of her.

“I… I liked that,” she admitted quietly, still playing with the hem of his shirt, not quite meeting his eyes.

Harry felt something warm and achingly fond settle deep in his chest. He tilted her chin up with his knuckle, waiting until her brown eyes met his. "Yeah?" he murmured, his voice softer now.

She nodded, still bashful. "Mhm."

Harry smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips, slow and tender. "Good," he whispered against her mouth. "Because I’ll be doin’ that a lot more from now on."

Their mouths met again, urgency laced in every touch as Harry’s hands roamed her body, mapping out every curve as if he hadn’t already committed her to memory. His fingers trailed down her sides, brushing over the thin fabric of her top before gripping onto her waist, steadying her as she shifted against him. A low groan rumbled from his chest at the feeling, the soft, deliberate roll of her hips against his cock making it nearly impossible to think straight.

Aspen’s fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging ever so slightly as she deepened their kiss. The reaction it pulled from Harry sent a thrill down her spine. She was beginning to realize just how much power she had over him, and that knowledge sent a rush of warmth through her. He had always been the one in control, always the one guiding her, teasing her, unraveling her—but now, she could feel the way he was unraveling beneath her, just from her touch.

Harry’s lips trailed down her jaw, slow and deliberate, before finding the sensitive skin just behind her ear. He pressed a lingering kiss there, his breath warm against her skin before his mouth traveled lower, just beneath her pulse point. His lips parted, his tongue flicking out before he sucked lightly at the delicate spot.

Aspen gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders as her body instinctively melted into his. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt—hot, dizzying, intoxicating. A soft whimper escaped her lips when she felt him smirk against her skin.

"That’s better," Harry murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he pulled back slightly to admire the mark he’d left behind. It was hidden, just beneath her ear, but it was there. His.

His fingers traced over it gently before his hands wandered lower, gripping at her thighs. One of his hands slid inward, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she ached for him most. He squeezed gently, teasing, reveling in the way her breath hitched, the way her body tensed with anticipation.

"Can I touch you, love?" His voice was hoarse, thick with need as his fingers danced just shy of where she wanted him. He didn’t push—he would never push—but the question was there, hanging between them, heavy and full of promise.

Aspen swallowed thickly, her lips parting slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. She had never felt this kind of anticipation before, never known what it was like to want something so badly and feel it just within reach.

Her heart pounded as she looked at him, as she took in the warmth in his green eyes, the way he was holding himself back, waiting—always waiting—for her. The care he had for her, the patience, the devotion, it was enough to send her head spinning.

Still catching her breath, she nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Harry’s lips curved into a slow, pleased smile.

"Good girl," he murmured before pressing another searing kiss to her lips.

Harry hummed in satisfaction at her breathy response, his lips pressing once more to the tender skin beneath her ear before he let his fingers resume their slow, torturous exploration. He didn’t rush—not yet. He wanted to savor this, to let Aspen feel every bit of what he was doing to her without ever truly giving in just yet.

His palm smoothed over the inside of her thigh, warm and firm, fingers pressing lightly into the soft flesh before giving a slow, deliberate squeeze. Aspen shivered, her body reacting instinctively to his touch. Her hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt, a quiet whimper escaping her lips as he did it again—squeezing, then releasing, then squeezing just a bit higher, inching closer to where she needed him most.

Her head tipped back slightly, her lips parting as she sucked in a slow breath, but before she could even fully exhale, Harry’s fingers traced up, skimming along the crease of her thigh.

Aspen’s entire body tensed, her stomach clenching with need as his fingers flirted with the edge of her underwear through her thin shorts, barely grazing the sensitive skin beneath. She let out a soft, shaky moan, and that sound alone was nearly enough to undo him.

Harry groaned lowly, his free hand gripping onto her hip to keep her still as she instinctively shifted forward, silently begging for more. "Easy, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss just below her jaw, his lips curling against her skin. "We’ve got all the time in the world."

Aspen let out a frustrated whimper, her fingers tightening against his shoulders as he continued his agonizing pace—fingertips trailing, teasing, dipping between the soft skin of her thighs but never quite touching where she ached for him.

"You’re so sensitive," he mused, his voice deep and laced with amusement. His fingers ghosted over her one more time, and when she let out another needy sound, he chuckled softly. "So needy, aren’t you?"

Aspen bit her lip, hiding her face against his neck in embarrassment. She didn’t know how he could reduce her to this with such minimal touches, but she knew it wasn’t fair. He was enjoying this—he was reveling in her reactions, in the way she melted into him, in the way she chased after his touch like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

His hands traveled lower again, massaging the backs of her thighs before coming around to her ass, kneading the soft flesh there with a firm grip before sliding forward again, fingers dipping teasingly over the thin fabric of her shorts.

Aspen let out a gasp, her hips bucking slightly at the sensation, only for Harry to pull back at the last second.

A whine of protest left her lips, and Harry grinned against her shoulder, clearly pleased with himself.

"Patience, angel," he murmured, dragging his lips back up to her mouth, capturing her in another slow, languid kiss. "You’re makin’ the prettiest sounds for me already, yeah?"

Aspen huffed softly, knowing full well he was taking his time on purpose, that he was enjoying this as much as she was suffering from it.

"You’re mean," she whispered against his lips, her voice a breathy little thing.

Harry only smirked, his hand slowly traveling back up her thigh, tracing the same path as before. "Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, fingers pressing firmly into the soft crease of her thigh once more. "You’ve no idea."

His fingers danced their way back to where she needed it most, over her clit. This time, however, he didn't pull back. He pressed his fingers up against her, in slow circles at first as he kept his eyes on her expression. 

The mans fingers slid down to press over her entrance, the gentle give of squish giving away how wet she way. A satisfied smirk crawled over his lips. "All f'me, huh?"

The girl let out a breathy moan with a nod, swallowing around air as she rolled her hips down against his fingers while they pressed and slid back over her clit. He worked his hand with ease to match her needy pace, his gaze dropping down to where he touched her and flickered back up to her expression of need. 

Harry's cock throbbed under the material of his jeans. It didn't go unnoticed, twitching against Aspen's thigh which made her lips fall open in another moan. As her eyes closed, the image of his cock, heavy and thick, resting in her hand and on her tongue filled her mind. She'd do anything to have him in her mouth once more. 

The newfound feeling coiled in her stomach. She sucked in a breath and let it out in a needy whimper, her hands resting on the curve of his neck now with her thumbs pressing into his warm flesh as she ground her hips down to meet the feeling of his fingers. Her hole fluttered around the open air, desperate for his thick fingers to slide into her like they did before and draw out another orgasm.

Harry could tell she was close, that she needed that final push. Her breathing became more shallow and her moans became higher in pitch, her eyes closed and her head pushed back. His eyes gleamed over the mark he left which made his cock twitch once more.

And just as she thought he might finally give in—just as her breath caught in her throat in anticipation—he pulled back again, leaning away slightly as his hands came to rest innocently on her waist.

Aspen groaned in frustration, her head dropping to his shoulder as her whole body trembled from the teasing. "Harry," she whined, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt in protest.

Harry chuckled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "That’s enough for now, little mouse," he murmured, his voice teasing but firm. "Don’t wanna start something I can’t finish, yeah?"

Aspen pouted, peeking up at him through her lashes, but she knew he was right. The last thing they needed was to get carried away in his office when anyone could come knocking.

Still, the fire in her veins refused to die down, and the way he looked at her—eyes dark with something she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen in them before—made it clear that this was far from over.

"Please?," she mumbled under her breath. Her thumbs ran small circles into the skin on his neck, her nail catching skin lightly which made him groan softly, nodding. 

With fumbling and quick hands that moved in need and desperation, his fingers slid under the band of her shorts and quickly met with the warmth of her clit. Even over her underwear, which she completely soaked through, Harry could feel the pulse of her clit against his fingers.

He wasted no time in drawing circles over the sensitive bud. Her lips parted and a broken moan, louder than the others, fell from her lips. The sound shot down to Harry's dick, which he took one of her hands and placed it over. He gave an encouraging squeeze, guiding her hand to move to the pace of his. 

Aspen's hand merely covered the outline of his cock. Dizziness filled her head as she swiped her thumb over where his tip would be, with more pressure than she would've used if he was bare. Harry dropped his head onto her shoulder with a groan, his fingers busily working over her clit. They peeled back her panties, tucking them into the curve of her thigh, before his middle finger ran through her slick folds. 

"Fuck," he muttered into her skin, collecting her arousal on both of his fingers now before dragging it back up to her clit. The feeling sent a shudder down her spine, eliciting another sweet moan of his name. 

"One day," Harry grunted, his hand still guiding hers as he swirled his fingers over her clit with ease, a sense of professionalism, before dipping down between her folds, "I'm going to fill you up with my cock, so, so good." He licked his lips and pushed his middle finger past the woman's tight entrance. 

Aspen arched into the feeling with a gasp, his words sending both a raging blush to her cheeks and a pleasant coil to her stomach. 

"I don't know if I'd be able to stop," Harry moaned into her shoulder at a particular squeeze, pumping his finger slowly. Deciding she was wet enough, practically pooling in his palm, he pushed another finger in alongside. 

The girl whimpered at the burning stretch but quickly found comfort when he began to move his fingers. 

"Hell, I don't even know if I'd be able to start. You're so fuckin' tight," he grunted once more, guiding his fingers at a pleasing pace. Her thighs quivered every few seconds from the feeling and she couldn't stop the flow of moans and whimpers from her mouth anymore. She raised her free hand to cover her mouth with the back of it as her brows furrowed, his fingers curling inside her now.

Aspen's back arched as she ground her hips down to push his fingers deeper into her. Harry raised his head from its place on her shoulder, his own look of awe on his face as he beamed up at her.

"Don't do that," Harry grumbled, using his nose to nudge her hand off her face. "This is my fucking shop, and if I want to have my girl— to touch my girl— I'll do jus' that," he growled out, lips latching wet kisses back onto her neck.

"Oh, God," she quivered, her hips jerking as her stomach coiled. She felt like a stupid virgin, and technically, she was. Her orgasm grew closer with each word he muttered. The gruff edge of his voice only added to the feeling, shooting through her and straight to her core. She did her best to work her hand over Harry's twitching cock still in his pants.

Harry only chuckled, fading into a small groan. "Shit—," He gasped, his abdomen tightening as he felt his own orgasm creeping up. 

"My innocent little virgin, huh? Need to come already?" Harry swallowed the groan in his throat as she let out a moan of her own, her eyes finally opening to meet his. And fuck, she looked a mess. She clenched around his fingers and nodded desperately. 

"Please, please, please," She gasped in her small voice and trailed off in another moan, dropping her head back once more as the movement in her hips grew sloppy. Harry was right behind her with his movements, his hips after chasing its own high in her hand. 

With last minute thinking, Aspen reached both hands to the mans belt, undoing it with clinks and slips of leather to unbutton and unzip the material before reaching to tug his cock out. 

She whined softly, pleased now that the weight of his cock was finally in her hand. She licked her lips as she stared at how she couldn't even wrap her own hand around it fully, her thumb gliding over his glistening tip. 

A dribble of spit left her red lips as she tilted her head down and looked up at him, her gaze broken when he curled his fingers in a way that had her fall into his chest slightly. Harry, with surprised eyes and a racing mind, couldn't help but let out another guttural moan at the sight.

Fuck.

The girls hand slid over the slick spit, rubbing it all over his heavy shaft to the pace of his fingers. "Please, H..." She whimpered, thumbing over his slit as she ground her hips into his fingers messily again, clenching around his thick fingers once more. She wasn't sure what she was begging for, for his come or for her to come, but she needed both. 

"Please, Daddy?"

Harry groaned, his fingers pressing impossibly further into her as his jaw fell slack, nodding. Where the fuck was this side of her coming from? 

"Come for me, baby. All over m'hand, get Daddy's hand all messy."

His words shot straight to her pussy. She clenched around his fingers sloppily while shifting her hips until it finally hit her. Aspen cried out a moan of Harry's name, her thumb sliding over his tip once more before stuttering in its motions. 

Harry came right after her. The feeling of her flooding around his fingers, her thighs buzzing, chest rising and falling, her words, he was bound to lose it. His come, hot and loaded, spurted over the girl's small fist, groaning strings of curses and her name thrown in the mix, as well as praises.

Harry's free hand came to snake up the back of her neck and card between the strands of her hair as he brought her head down to capture her lips in another kiss. He swallowed every moan and whimper of hers, returning some of his own with his fingers pumping and curling through her orgasm while his thumb slowed their circles on her clit. When she whimpered and her hips started to shy away, he carefully slowed his fingers and slid them out in a way they didn't get her messy.

When they pulled away for a breath, he licked over his lips and swallowed, falling back against the sofa cushions as he looked up at her, his hand leaving her hair to rest on her thigh. He caressed up and down in soothing motions, catching his own breath while she caught her own. 

Without any hesitation, Harry raised his two fingers to his lips, resting them on his tongue and wrapping his lips around them with a smirk. Aspen looked down at him with her doe eyes and flushes cheeks, lips parted as she drew in breaths. She watched his hand meet his mouth intently and a thought flickered in her mind.

Mimicking his motions, she lifted her hand carefully from his cock to her lips. Before she could pull her tongue out and lick her hand clean, Harry's hand caught her wrist.

"Don't."

Aspen tilted her head, feeling herself flutter and clench around the open air. His eyes still carried that same dark tone, his curls falling over his forehead and his lip ring. Fuck, his lip ring.

"I can't see you do that. 'm not gonna be able to control myself, Asp."

His voice came off with a warning edge. Aspen only huffed softly and pulled her wrist from his gentle grasp, raising her palm back to her mouth. She kept her eyes on his as her hand slowly inched forward, her tongue poking out to lick up some of his mess on her hand. With a content hum, she took her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit back a teasing smile. Aspen leaned forward, her other hand on his shoulder and sliding down to his chest as she took another small taste.

"Then don't."

Just as Harry let out a low, nearly desperate groan at Aspen’s teasing, a sudden knock sounded against the door, making them both freeze.

"Oi, mate," Niall's voice rang through the wood, laced with amusement. "Hate to break up whatever moment you two are havin’ in there, but Justin is here, your client."

Aspen's eyes widened in mortification, her entire body tensing against Harry’s. Her face burned as she let out a soft, embarrassed squeak, immediately burying her face against his shoulder.

Harry, on the other hand, exhaled a frustrated breath through his nose, his fingers pressing firmly into Aspen’s waist as he closed his eyes for a second, clearly trying to gather himself. He knew they were cutting it close, but he really hadn’t wanted this moment to end just yet.

"Yeah, yeah, be out in a sec," he finally called back, his voice slightly hoarse from restraint.

A low chuckle sounded from the other side of the door before Niall's footsteps retreated down the hall, but not before calling back something about how he at least let them get one round in.

Aspen groaned softly, still hiding her face against him. "That was so embarrassing," she muttered, her voice muffled against his skin.

Harry huffed out a laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head before tilting her chin up so he could look at her. His eyes softened instantly at her flustered expression, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

"Could’ve been worse," he teased, trailing his fingers along her side before reluctantly shifting beneath her.

Aspen let out a little huff as she sat back, her hands clutching at his shirt as she watched him fix himself—pulling his pants back up properly and adjusting his belt. He worked quickly, but before he stood, he leaned forward, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to her forehead.

"You should go freshen up, yeah?" he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as his thumb brushed the soft skin of her cheek. "Bathroom’s just around the hall. I'd do it myself, work my magic with my mouth," he grinned, licking his lips, "but Justin is waiting f'me. You'll be okay, yeah? Stick around after, too. In here or out there, I'll take y'home."

Aspen nodded, still feeling flustered but completely wrapped up in the way he looked at her—soft, affectionate, like she was the only thing that mattered in this moment.

She reached up, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth before sliding off his lap, smoothing down her clothes as best as she could.

Harry smirked as he watched her, his head tilting slightly. "You’re cute when you’re all shy like that, y’know?"

Aspen shot him a playful glare before rolling her eyes. "Shut up," she muttered, though her lips twitched at the corners as she turned for the door.

Before she could open it, Harry caught her wrist, tugging her back for one more kiss—a slow, lingering press of his lips against hers.

"Go on, little mouse," he murmured against her mouth. "I’ll see you in a bit."

Aspen exhaled softly, nodding before slipping out of the office, her heart still racing in her chest as she made her way down the hall.

And as Harry watched her go, he couldn’t help but grin to himself, already counting down the minutes until he could have her all to himself again.

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hiii, can you do head canons for zb1 as your bf or how they act if they have a crush on you? either is fine :))

if you start off doing a line, pls start off w the maknae🙏🙏🙏

thanks in advance!!!!!!

Zb1 members if they had a crush on you

I'm gonna do all of them in one post 🙏🏼

Blah blah many typos blah blah not much grammar

Jiwoong

Probably the most obvious out of all of them, he's confident enough to approach you directly but because of his naturally flirty personality it's hard for you to pin point whether he's being serious or not. He'd use a classic pick up line on you and you'd just assume he was kidding. It gets to the point he's almost directly telling you he likes you but you're so used to his shenanigans you assume he's escalating the same joke. He wanted to be cool but ends up doing a direct confession because you won't take the fucking hint.

Zhang hao

He's so annoying about it. I just know it. Type of guy to be kinda mean to you to get your attention. He still goes with the good ol hair pulling method he used in middle school 🙏🏼🙏🏼. It's mostly in a light hearted way, like dropping something and making you pick it up or taking a bite of your food without asking. He doesn't really know how to flirt properly so he just hoped being around you enough and borderline begging for your attention will work.

Hanbin

Probably the most direct about his feelings for you, he likes taking his time to confess but if you ask whether it not he had feelings for you he won't hesitate to say yes. Also teases you a lot, something like holding something over his head so you have to reach up to get it. Pinches your cheeks too, doesn't mind showing that he likes you. I feel like he's not as afraid of rejection as everyone else.

Matthew

Ends up in the same boat as Jiwoong, he was too direct too fast and now you won't take him seriously. It's not just words though, he's an acts of service type of guy so he'll hold your bags and carry heavy things for you. That may or may not be because he's trying to show off his muscles. Adores talking to you so much, will talk your ear off so much that he'll accidently confess. It just spills out randomly in the middle of conversation.

Taerae

Avoid you. Like literally avoids you like you carry the plague. You're here? Sorry something just came up. So unbelievably shy around you, he cares so much about what you think of him that he would rather just not find out. You're under the impression you did something to upset him so you try to reconcile and apologize but it's borderline impossible because he keeps disappearing. You eventually track him down and try to work things out, he feels guilty for making you think you upset him and his feelings come spilling out.

Ricky

Buys things for you, like you're out with a group of friends and spot something you like, he'll immediately buy it and then act like it's not a big deal because he's just so cool and chill. He's screaming on the inside though. You assumed he was just being nice but after you went out to dinner with some friends and he payed for your food and noone else's you kinda got the hint. You'll have to confess first though because he's shy.

Gyuvin

I think he's more of a easy going guy in romantic encounters, in the sense that he'll take things slow. Tries to be your friend first and really get to know you, shows you he likes you by prioritizing you. Things like grabbing your favourite drink when he goes to the vending machine, opening up drink cans before handing them to you so you don't damage your nails, focusing extra hard when you say a thing. It's one of those situations where everyone knows he's smitten with you but you're oblivious.

Gunwook

Gets so shy around you, the tough guy persona doesn't hold up at all. He's practically giggling and kicking his feet in your presence. Looks at you like you're the only person in the room no matter the situation. It's so noticeable to everyone around you because he has the biggest doppiest grin on whenever you're around. Doesn't take too long to confess because it's so hard for him to contain how much he likes you.

I need to make a masterlist soon </3. If you have any more suggestions my ask box is currently open!!

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i NEED more older lance x younger keith from u plzzzzz u write it so well

thanks, man. i don't have anything to share at the moment, so pls just imagine college dropout Keith (who lives with his brother and Adam) getting a new neighbor and it turns out to be Lance who needed a more accessible home for his adopted kid who uses a wheelchair. (3.8k)

Keith sees Lance and his milf radar goes off with a vengeance.

Shiro and Adam force Keith to come with them to greet their new neighbor. Keith doesn't want to go and he refuses to change out of his old sweats. then Lance opens the door and Keith regrets every decision he has ever made in his life.

Shiro: if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate!

Adam: and if you need your yard cut, you can go ahead and borrow Keith. it's not like he has anything else to do.

Keith, under his breath: don't just volunteer me without even consulting me —

Lance: oh that would be great, actually!

Keith: i will do whatever you want forever.

Lance: do you know how to put up a swing set? or an IKEA bookshelf?

Keith: absolutely.

Keith: it comes with instructions, right?

Keith turns out to be very good at putting together impossible contraptions. he also catches Lance's eye as he mows the lawn shirtless. (by the end of it, he's covered in grass clippings and dirt, but this is actually a plus bc he's able to wash off under the hose with Lance none-too-subtly watching from the window.)

soon enough, Lance is asking him to emergency babysit and Keith finds himself absolutely enthralled with Lance's sweet child.

and Keith's brain switches from “I need to fuck that milf” to “I need to marry that milf and be a dad to this kid”.

things are going well, Keith thinks.

Lance trusts him and smiles when Keith flirts with him. he even almost flirts back. Keith's got this. he's thinking of making a real move. something to push their relationship forward. some way to make Lance see him as a man worthy of his attention.

then Lance asks him to babysit bc he has a date.

Keith is heartbroken, but he accepts bc Lance asked him right in front of his kid and the kid is so excited to hang out with Keith. and it's not the kid's fault that Lance is throwing all their progress to the garbage.

so he stays. and after the kid is asleep, Keith paces the living room in front of the windows, waiting for Lance to come home.

as soon as the car pulls up, Keith waits until he's sure Lance is on the doorstep, and then he opens the door, pretending very badly that he's surprised to see him there.

“i thought i heard something,” Keith lies. badly. and he stays at the door, waiting for Lance to come in.

Lance says a cordial goodnight to his date and nudges Keith inside the house. once the door is closed, Lance crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

“what?” Keith says, not quite meeting his eye. “i didn't mean to interrupt your date.”

he's full of it.

“i saw you pacing through the windows,” Lance says.

Keith sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

“i was just worried,” Keith says.  “what if he was an ax murderer waiting to kill you at the end of the date?”

“my hero,” Lance sardonically replies.

“you never know!” Keith says, defensive.

Lance rolls his eyes.

“right, well, it's late,” he says. “you can head on home.”

Keith frowns and turns to the door. but then he stops and turns back.

“are you going to see him again?” he asks.

“that's really not your concern, but yes,” Lance replies. “getting to know someone takes time, and i think i'd like to.”

Keith is quiet.

then he says, “why him?”

Lance doesn't say anything for a minute, too surprised to properly process the question. then he says, “why not? that's what dating is for. it helps you figure out who's right for you, and i would like to find that person for me.”

“you never even mentioned you were looking,” Keith says.  “you just showed up with plans all made — you didn't even warn me.”

“i didn't realize i needed your permission,” Lance says, eyes narrowed and shoulders tight, and Keith backtracks immediately.

“no that's not what i meant —”

“then what did you mean, Keith?” Lance asks testily.

and Keith bites his tongue for all of three seconds before he realizes that if he doesn't do something, he may very well lose whatever chance he had with Lance.

and Keith isn't good at words. so he doesn't attempt them. he merely takes one long stride forward, slips the fingers of one hand into Lance's hair, the other hand around Lance's waist, and tugs Lance into a firm kiss.

at first, Lance is stunned. then he's swooning, kissing back and holding on for dear life. but then it hits him that his much younger neighbor is kissing him.

and he abruptly pulls away, eyes wide, hand covering his buzzing lips.

“what are you doing!” Lance cries.

“kissing you?” Keith answers with a little confusion. “i thought that was obvious.”

“no,” Lance says. “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. this isn't happening.” and his panic turns into denial.  “look, i know we play that little game where you flirt and i giggle about it, but that's not real!” he laughs nervously. “you're just indulging an old man. it's just for fun! you don't actually like me, you're just a little confused!”

Keith is incredibly annoyed and more than a little hurt.

“confused?” he bites out. “i've been flirting with you because i mean it! i've wanted you since i first saw you! i thought — well, i thought you got it. i've seen you checking me out, and i figured that maybe you were just too shy to be open about it. or that you weren't sure about your feelings and needed time. i figured i'd take it slow and wait until you were ready to catch up.”

Keith laughs suddenly.

“but i was never even in the running, right?” he says caustically. “you were just enjoying having me follow you around like a puppy dog. you never took me seriously. it was just a game  to you, and i was just too stupid and pathetically in love with you to see that.”

Lance is reeling, knees weak and heart racing. Keith is in love with him.

how did he miss it?

or had he known and simply been ignoring it all along?

because there are moments when Keith looks at him a certain way, heartbreakingly soft, where Lance takes pause and thinks, surely not.

is Keith right? has he been ignoring it all along? has he been enjoying the attention and keeping Keith at arm's length on purpose?

is he really that cruel?

“Keith,” Lance says, and then falters. he doesn't know what to say.

“kid's asleep,” Keith says, gruff. his expression has shut down, his feelings bottled up. he's almost scowling. “everything was fine tonight. i'm off.”

Keith grabs his hoodie off the coat rack and stuffs it under an arm.

“do me a favor,” Keith says into the silence. he opens the door. “find someone else to babysit for your next date.”

“wait,” Lance says, but Keith steps out and closes the door behind himself. he doesn't even look back.

frowning, Lance opens the door and steps out after him.

“this isn't how you handle an adult conversation!” Lance calls after him as Keith cuts across the lawn and jumps the fence to his own residence. “Keith! if you want me to see you as a man, then act like one!”

but it's Keith's first heartbreak, and he wants to be as far from the fault line as he can get.

Lance is very aware that he's hurt Keith. it's eating him alive, writhing in his stomach like maggots. Keith has become his best friend in the time that they've known each other. he's the one who Lance confides in. he is always attentive, always kind, and he's so good with Lance's kid.

Lance cares about him so much.

he hates the thought of having ruined their friendship. he doesn't want to lose it.

“this is why i —” Lance starts to complain aloud. he means to say it's why he's always held back when Keith flirts with him.

and it hits him.

oh. he has been actively avoiding the elephant in the room. oh no.

and now that the elephant refuses to be ignored, it's happening. he's losing Keith.

his stomach is clenching uncomfortable hard. he feels nauseated and his heart is squeezing unforgivably in his chest.

he goes to check on his kid, and finding them still asleep, he takes up his phone and paces the living room as he fires off a text.

Lance: come back here. we need to talk.

his text goes ignored. and he tries again.

Lance: i can't leave my kid alone. come back.

again, his text goes ignored.

Lance: please. this is a conversation we need to have face to face.

and when he goes ignored for a third time, Lance knows he's going to have to give Keith a reason to come to him. so he takes a deep breath and trembles as he opens up.

Lance: i'm sorry. i freaked out. but not for the reason you think. Keith, you're my best friend and i don't want to lose that. and if we get involved, i'm not the only one who stands to get hurt. i have to think of my kid too. you know well we're a package deal. please come back. i don't want to leave things like this.

he sends it before he regrets it, and then types up another text.

Lance: i don't want to lose you.

he stares at it, hands shaking, and he sends it too.

collapsing onto the couch, Lance breathes out and closes his eyes. he presses the phone to his forehead, waiting for the telltale buzz of an incoming message. but the seconds tick by and a hole opens up in Lance's chest.

maybe he left the screen on.

he opens his eyes and hesitates before he peeks at the screen.

it's off.

he unlocks it just to be sure.

there's no message from Keith.

his lips quiver and he purses them shut.

turning off the screen, he puts his phone down on the coffee table.

what was the use of baring his heart if it was only going to get stomped on?

“stupid,” Lance scolds himself. “you should've just let him go.”

hugging himself, he sinks back into the cushions and sighs, disappointed and hurt.

he's starting to work up into sniffles, eyesight blurring with tears, when there's a crash from his bedroom and a familiar voice cursing.

startled, Lance's heart starts to race even before he's up and running.

he swings into his room, heart in his throat, and there Keith is, collapsed on the ground in front of his window. Lance's decorative vase is in pieces on the floor.

“why are you climbing in through the window?” Lance demands, baffled and so relieved to see him that a note of hysteria enters his voice.

Keith struggles up onto his feet, brushing himself off and gives him a peeved look.

“Shiro's up and saw me coming in,” Keith grumbles, ruffling his hair and shaking off his clothes. “i couldn't leave through the front door, or he'd ask where i was going so late. i had to climb out the window. then Adam started harassing me about dinner. and once i was out, i realized i couldn't come in through the front because Shiro or Adam could see me from the windows.”

he finishes brushing himself off and shoves his hands deeply into his pockets, a little hunched and avoiding Lance's gaze.

“i didn't think you'd want them knowing i was coming over here, so i made an executive decision,” Keith said. he huffed a little. “anyway, i'm here. what did you want to talk about?”

Lance stares at him.

“didn't you read my texts?” he asks, shifting a little on his feet. his cheeks are warm and his heart is palpitating in his chest. he crosses his arms to hide the way his hands are shaking.

“texts, plural?” Keith answers with a little frown. “i only got the first one. it took a while to shake Adam off. and going out the window from the second story isn't exactly easy in the dark.” he pats down his pockets and comes up with nothing.

“i left my phone,” he mutters, and then he cringes. “shit, did you change your mind and not want me to come over after all?”

Lance breathes out, and he stares at Keith helplessly, hopelessly endeared. but at the same time, he wants to groan. of course he has to say all of that face to face.

“i'm surprised you even came over,” Lance admits, and Keith's shoulders hunch.

“i shouldn't have just run off,” he says. “you were right. it was childish.”

Lance takes a breath and sighs it out. he walks over, taking Keith's hand and leading him out of the mess on the floor.

“are you hurt anywhere?” he asks.

Keith tugs his hand away.

“i'm fine,” he answers shortly. he's still defensive and avoiding Lance's gaze. “what did you want to talk about? i thought things were pretty clear. you're not interested. i get it.”

Lance sits on the bed and pats the space beside him. he waits, and though Keith eyes the spot, he doesn't come closer. he stands away from Lance, the hand Lance held clenched at his side, the other still buried in his pocket.

Lance licks his lips and says, “i freaked out, and i'm sorry.”

Keith doesn't bat an eyelash. he just waits for whatever else is coming. his shoulders are tense, and his lips a thin line.

“Keith,” Lance says, voice soft, “you're my best friend.”

Keith blinks, a little surprised.

“i thought Hunk was your best friend,” he says.

Lance shrugs a little.

“he is, but he's also halfway across the country, living his own life,” Lance says. “it's not as easy to get a hold of him, and because of that, you're the one i've turned to. and along the way, you became my best friend.”

Keith nods like he understands. he looks to the side, thinking hard. he sighs and rubs at his face with his free hand.

“okay,” he says, and he sounds so tired. “i can do that. i can be your best friend.” abruptly, he closes his mouth with a click and his jaw clenches hard. his next words are nearly through his teeth. “just — can you hold off on talking to me about your relationships?”

Lance is extraordinarily confused.

“what?”

“you heard me earlier,” Keith said. “how i feel, and — just for a while. give me a chance to get over it. and we can be best friends.”

Lance stares at him.

“you're an idiot,” he says, and Keith bristles. before he can speak, Lance continues. “i'm not asking you to be my best friend. let me finish first before you jump to conclusions!”

“then be clear!” Keith snaps.

“i'm trying, this isn't easy for me!” Lance says.

“and you think it's easy for me?” Keith retorts. “standing here when all i want to do is kiss you, knowing i can't and hating it? wishing i could just claw out these useless feelings so i can look you in the eye without wanting to cry?”

Lance takes a breath and watches Keith tremble.

“i'm sorry,” Lance says. “i don't mean to hurt you.”

“i know,” Keith says, soft and sure.

Lance isn't sure how to reply to that unwavering confidence. he bites his lip.

“the thing is,” Lance says, “i don't want to lose you.” he looks up at Keith, noting the frown furrowing his brow. he's confused. Lance sighs and tries again. “i have a child, you know this.”

Keith nods.

“i don't want you to get your hopes up when i say this,” Lance says, “but i like you.”

Keith is blinking fast. he's swallowing hard.

“okay,” he says, and his voice is unsteady. he shifts his weight, his hand coming out of his pocket to hang by his side. “but?”

“but my kid and i, we're a package deal,” Lance says, and Keith nods again. “that means that if we become involved, i'm not the only one who stands to get hurt. if we have a relationship, and it doesn't work out, my kid reaps the heartbreak too.”

Keith frowns.

“it's not just me losing my best friend,” Lance says, “it's my kid losing a father figure and a friend.”

“how?” Keith says then.

Lance stares at him.

“what do you mean how?” Lance says, baffled.

“i mean how?” Keith repeats himself. “aren't you the mature one here? what, we break up, and suddenly i can't talk to the kid? parents get divorced all the time and they manage.”

“we're not married!” Lance yelps, cheeks burning.

“well, not yet,” Keith says with a shrug. “but even then, i won't sue you for custody or anything. i can still be a figure in the kid's life unless it's you who doesn't want me around. i grew up without parents, Lance. i'm aware of how much it sucks. i won't do that to the kid. so even if we break up, i'll still be around. we can manage it. the kid's more important than any hurt that comes between us.”

Lance inhales sharply, and his breath catches in his chest as his eyes sting.

“you say that now,” Lance says, “but what if it's a bad breakup? what if we hate each other?”

Keith gets an odd look on his face. he smiles wryly.

“i don't think it's possible to hate you,” he says. “you're not a cruel person, Lance. and neither am i. we're always going to put aside our own hurts for the sake of the kid.” he laughs a little, self-deprecating. “i'm here now, aren't i? for you. even though that really fucking hurt, what you said.”

the words are like fingers plucking his heartstrings, and Lance trembles all the way to his core.

“can you —” Keith cuts off. “trust me to be kind if we end up with irreconcilable differences. and i'll do the same for you.”

Lance bites his lips. his heart feels too large for his chest.

“i'm scared,” he admits quietly. “what if we do this, and i get hurt?”

“do you think i'll hurt you?” Keith says, just as quiet.

“i think you're young,” Lance says, “and that you could have anyone you wanted.”

“i just want you,” Keith says.

“for how long?” Lance says, looking away.

“how long you got?” Keith retorts. “Lance, i'm serious about you.” he gulps and adds, “i want to be with you for the rest of my life. i want anything you're willing to give me. and you're wrong. it's you who could have anyone.” he sighs. “for me, it's just you.”

“you say that now,” Lance says.

“and i'll say it tomorrow, too,” Keith says, exasperated. “i'll say it next week, next month, next year, next fucking decade. i'll say it forever, but it doesn't matter because you're the one who needs to believe me. can you just trust that i know what i want?”

and Lance doesn't have a comeback to that. because Keith is right. Lance is the one holding back here. he's scared of getting hurt, but he needs to trust Keith. he does trust Keith.

“okay,” Lance says, and Keith clenches his hands, body stiff.

“okay?” he says warily.

Lance nods.

“what does that mean?” Keith asks. he shifts on his feet. his hands release and clench again.

“it means i really like you,” Lance says, “and i want you to kiss me again —”

Keith is on him before he can even finish his sentence. hands cradling Lance's cheeks, he joins theirs lips and eagerly devours his gasp.

they don't separate until morning, when the kid is calling for Lance and Keith is kissing Lance goodbye for now and climbing out the window.

“can't you use the front door?” Lance hisses after him, mortified. “you're making me feel like a common hussy!”

“you want the first thing Shiro and Adam hear this morning is me coming in after spending the night at your place when i was supposed to have been in my room?” Keith says with a grin. “the only one getting called a common hussy around here is me.”

“they're going to find out regardless,” Lance objects.

“sure,” Keith says, “but Shiro likes to pretend that i'm an upstanding citizen and his innocent little brother, and i don't want to burst his bubble just yet. Adam knows i'm a scoundrel, but he hasn't convinced Shiro of that yet.”

“you're coming in through the front door from now on,” Lance says. “i'm not your dirty little secret, Keith.”

and Keith comes back to the window to kiss him one more time.

“trust me, i'll be yelling my love from the rooftops,” Keith says, and Lance blushes, pleased. “it's not like i can hide how happy you make me. but i want to get some sleep before work, and if Shiro catches me, he'll be yelling until it's time for me to go.”

“good point,” Lance says begrudgingly.

“don't worry,” Keith whispers, kissing him again. the kid calls for Lance once more, and Keith hurries to speak. “i'll tell Shiro about us after work, and then i'll come see you, alright? now go, kid's calling.” he pecks Lance on the lips and then he rushes to the fence, jumping it with ease.

climbing the side of the house in the light of dawn is much easier, and Keith makes it into his room in one piece.

he freezes when he finds Adam waiting for him, seated primly on his bed in his pajamas and robe.

he takes one, unaffected glance at Keith and says, “and where were you prowling all night, little tomcat?”

“i was just taking a walk,” Keith says, though he can't quite hide his smile.

“hmm,” Adam says indifferently. he stands and makes his way to the door. he pauses there and says, “Shiro is unaware of your absence. for now. you can explain after work. and if you don't want to worry Shiro before then, i suggest you hide those hickeys when you leave later this morning.”

he exits the room without another word, and Keith breathes out in relief that Adam's actually letting him get some shuteye.

he has no regrets, however, and he walks over to his bed, collapsing onto it with a tired sigh.

he falls asleep with a wide grin on his face.

*

i might edit this later on and turn it into a proper fic with capitalization and everything, but for now, just have this. sorry for any spelling/grammar/plot mistakes, i didn't edit this.

[start-somewhere]

New Hobby Alert!! Knitting

Alright guys, everyone and their mother (including mine) seems to adore knitting, but where's the finesse? Where's that umph?! Where is the vision of an old lady clicking her two needles together to the irritation of everyone on a train????!!! That's right, I have entered my grandmother era as the weather starts to chill and picked up knitting and here are my thoughts that no one asked for:

Knitting is as close to meditation as my distracted brain can get.

Love that I can watch youtube in the background and pretend its productive because I am knitting as I do it.

There are way more stitch types than I thought.

There are way more patterns out there than I thought.

In classic overachiever fashion, I have decided to try and knit a tapestry. Yes, I have only ever made a scarf. No, I don't know how to knit with two colors. No, I don't know what the fuck floats are (seriously though, do they matter? At the end of this I have some questions to ask yall).

Bonding with my mom feels nice!

Also free gifts I can give to people because my mom has a bunch of small balls of yarn and I can just make little squares and turn them into bunnies (tutorial I used). Pics below the questions if you want to see.

Why is it that with every other product you can throw away the label, but with knitting not only do you have to keep the yarns label to know how to properly use it, but also every other tools label too? This is bullshit.

On the flip side of that, I think it is super cool that the labels have patterns that utilize the yarn on the back.

Finally, I am glad I started this. It really has introduced me to some really cool people and I've found a little community through knitting.

Questions below (pls if you know answer them, ya girl is struggling)

Ok so this is the pattern I want to do. The issue is that on row one, it is a 9 stitch float and I don't know how to avoid that. Is there a way to pin it down? If so can you show me a video for it?

Another question I have is, is the knit stitch supposed to look like a classic 'V' in the front but, purl in the back? What is the benefits of switching between purl and knit? Is it just for stretchiness? Also I think I bastard-ized my purl. Essentially, I just did a knit stitch but, every time I transferred all the knits to one side, I switched which hand my needles were in basically just only knitting with one hand for all the rows. I can't remember which hand I started with. Below is the result.

Is there a tool where you can input a pattern (like the one I have above) and then it can track what row you are on for you? Like it highlights the row you are on and then when you press space it moves up a row? That would be so fricken cool if it did.

Lastly, here are the promised progress pics:

Should have chosen a different button for the tail but oh well.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

just remembered that Jimmy was like a teacher. to children. like this man was temporarily legally responsible for like 30 or so children lmao

BUT hear me out

teacher Jimmy wing fic au

he teaches the kids maths and English and how to properly look after their wings and preen them

he almost always goes home w bows n clips in his wings from the kids "helping" him preen. at the end of the year he gives each kid one of his feathers can u imagine 🥹

who would be the kids and who would be the other teachers? ik in that one kindergarten au on twitter (if I could remember name I think they have a Tumblr too I'm so sorry if someone else knows tell me bc I love their au it's so cute) that Cleo is another teacher bc they were also a teacher before streaming/yt full time

I feel like cub would be a science teacher like he has a PhD in science right?

skizz n impulse are gems parents. etho is bdubs dad. Joe's swears he doesn't have a crush in bdubs dad bc yes he's pretty but Lizzie is even prettier

(Lizzie, following a butterfly in the yard: did u say smth Joel???

Joel: no why would you even say that- or think that anyway here's an awesome flower from me its awesome bc I'm awesome

Lizzie:... k)

grian and pearl are twins and also Jimmy's cousins so he has a hard time bc they don't take him seriously that often lol

but they're territorial over who gets to help Jimmy preen his wings. like Jimmy heels them oreen their wings at home so I KNOW they will only allow the best for timmy. like they can make him look silly for other things but wings are Serious Business and they'll only accept the best for their jimmy.

and jimmy takes them home when he can. I like to think that if they've had an long day and are tired (and bc Jimmy's wings are fkn HUGE) he walks them home while carrying them in his wings like a mini nest. he sometimes does this w the other kids (if they're hurt or feeling unwell) and u know the twins give him the silent treatment after they are mad at Timmy >:/ yes definitely mad >:/ wait is Timmy putting grian and pearl in the in the wing nest nvm he's the best ever actually

bc I'm on a scaridarity kick lately let's have scar being another teacher. he's in a wheelchair and can't use his wings bc prosthetics are expensive but he loves teaching kids how to fly. (maybe later on Jimmy carries scar as he flies to let him feel the sky again). I feel like he would be a teachers assistant just going from class to class. he does magic shows in the yard at lunch sometimes (and in class but shhh don't tell the other teachers) so he's kinda one of the favourite teachers. I imagine his wheelchair is COVERED in stickers from the kids. also one day when Jimmy is walking grian and pearl home he tags along and he lets them sit in his lap and starts ZOOMING giving Jimmy a heart attack lmao

(also I can imagine the kids in the class flip flopping btw getting Mr Timmy to ask Mr scar on a date and being extremely jealous and over protective of Jimmy that they don't like letting scar in the classroom lmaooo I know grian is an instigator)(one day Mr tango was talking to Mr Jimmy and said smth about a "date" (it was w zed) and now the class has deemed him a Mortal Enemy so ig Mr scar is here to stay. someone (bdubs) said that they thought Mr tango was nice and grian put them in exile)

- duck anon who really wants to find that kindergarden au pls I am begging

Oh YEAH- sometimes I remember he was a gym teacher and I just have a massive brain melt like huh.

wing fic *Looks at you with my big ol eyes* I love wing fics

AAAHAHAHWBEHAVDHEIWHW THSIR IS SO CUTE IM GONNA DIEEEEE

I think the kindergarten au is also on here? It might be called little life but I have no clue who made it honestly....

Cub and cleo would totally also be teachers. AND SCARIDARIRY TEAFHERS YES BOOM SHAKALAKA YERAAAHHHH

This is so fucking cute aaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

[hiraethblues]

Perfect 10 Liners Part 2 Thoughts (so far)

Okay so confession time, I know ALOT of you really enjoyed the ArcArm storyline and I was told that this could be the show to get me to be all in on ForceBook (I have specific thoughts about this CP, but that’s for another time) but I’m sorry to say that I could not get into their storyline AT ALL. I don’t know what it was but I just couldn’t force (😉) myself to sit through it so I did skip 99% of their storyline to get to the one I was excited about which is YothaGun, so here’s my thoughts after watching the first 3 eps of their story.

EPS 9-10: Already i'm enjoying PS and it's only been 2 eps. They’re serving me exactly what I’m hungry for. I’ve seen some complaints that Gun is on the childish side? But personally I think thats just how his character is, kinda innocent and naive to the world? I currently don't have a problem with it (the only thought I have is in regards to their gmmtv 2025 show cos he becomes like a 7yo again and I worry if he's gonna get typecast into always playing this type of slightly silly role? Although that's one of the shows I'm actually more excited for so we shall see in probs 2026?27? when it airs lol). Anyways, my main want is for them to give us more of his darkness trauma, I really liked the scene where he was afraid and crying in bed and Yotha came in and comforted him but that was before Yotha was properly interested in him so I would like to see a similar scene again where he comforts him but it's after acknowledging his feelings for him. LOVE the tie tying and that Yotha is determined to be close to Gun without letting Gun know how much he enjoys it. Also the PJ’s are a nice touch. Oh and how did I forget, but wtf Santa is like SUUUPER ripped? Mental.

EP 11: Still loving this couple (proved by the fact I couldn’t even wait a day to watch this after it dropped) but why did this ep feel a bit filler-y? or maybe that was just me? I love that they are showing a softer side of Yotha with Gun, and the whole sitting next to him in the cafe all night was SO sweet - also the fact that Fai said “I'm just the dog sitter, your owner is here now?!” 🫠 Do we think Yotha told asked Fai to go find Gun cos he knew the electric had gone out? Ugh. Now, don't hate me but sadly I don't really care about Fai and what'shisname? so skipped that and felt they had quite a few scenes in this ep. Also all the drama kinda started 20 seconds before the end, so that's a bit annoying (It'd be fine if they dropped 2 episodes a week but c'mon we got to wait a whole week now, boo!

TLDR; loving it so far, give me more angst pretty pls <3

[safetycar-restart]

hear me out:

having sub!lando ride your thigh but the only place he’s allowed to touch himself is his chest. he’s crying n begging for you to let him come while desperately pinching his nipples. and they’re so sensitive that he absolutely could come just from that, but he’s too subby to do it by himself.

(pls ignore if you’re not comfy w this)

(also, could i be 👻 anon?)

I.. anon you're truly a visionary. I've been rereading this ever since you sent it because it's just so so good I am obsessed.

So firstly, I think Lando loves when you make him feel so helpless and desperate? As much as Lando loves to be treated like the ultimate pillow princess, he also enjoys when you make him feel completely at your mercy, and especially when you tease him about it.

Lando already loves riding your thigh, especially because he can hide in your arms at the same time? It's amazing he loves it so much. But he's always allowed to cling to you and use you as leverage and sometimes even touch himself.

But this time, you decide to tease Lando quite a bit and instead of letting him do any of the other stuff, you tell him he can only touch his nipples and can't use your body for leverage. Lando is equal parts excited and scared, because it's the exact kind of position he loves to be put in but he knows it'll be damn near impossible to cum.

Especially because the moment he's settled on your thigh he falls deep into his subby headspace and that makes his coordination so much worse.

You just watch him, openly staring at him and using a mixture of praise and humiliation? You don't degrade him, but you do tell him exactly what he is and he loves it.

"Such a slutty little thing, huh?" you say to him, listening to how he whines and shakes at your words. The more you praise him, the more he falls apart which just makes his coordination even worse. It's a constant cycle.

In the end he's just desperately pinching his nipples and rocking against your thigh, tears gathering in his eyes because it feels so good and so intense but he can't seem to get himself to cum and he's too worked up to get any sort of rhythm that would get him there.

You know you could very easily help him, just grabbing his hips and moving them a few times would make him spill all over your thigh, but you're having way too much fun watching him struggle.

You wait until Lando is just a shaking mess, unable to even move his hands properly against his nipples before you eventually step in, and then when you do step in you just have to call him out for it.

"Can't do it can you?" you ask him sweetly, "such a useless horny darling, can't even make yourself cum without my help."

He just nods and whines, so desperate.

You pull him properly onto your lap then, jerking him off harshly until he cries out and cums all over your hand.

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ - pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ - summary: the first meeting. new neighbourhoods bring back old family friends after many years of being apart. dinner at the Hamiltons somehow manages to make new ideas spark.

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings for this chapter: none

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: omg it’s literally been ten/eleven days since i released the masterlist and i’m only posting the first chapter rn??? sorry about that baes but pls do enjoy the very first chapter of renaissance!!! mwah! Taglist is down below babies 😚 lemme know if you wanna be tagged 💗

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Turning the sounds of Future down just a little bit as she drove into the street of her parents new home, Nadia closed her car window and eyed the grand houses that she drove past in her 8 year old Honda. Sighing, she parked into her parents driveway, seeing both their cars parked outside and decided to park behind her mother's car and watched as the house gate closed shut.

Stuffing her phone into her hoodie pouch and fixing her blonde and pink ombré hair, knowing very well that her mom will find a way to comment on the new colour, she got out of the car and locked it.

The Buckinghamshire sunset was slowly approaching, the wind not too harsh to even lift a couple of hairs but yet the Friday afternoon was quite chilly. Trees were becoming more and more green the more she looked at them and the birds definitely weren't silent. Hearing the front door open with a bit of a creak to it, Nadia's tired smile grew on her face as she saw her mom replicate the same emotion.

"Nads!" Thembi, her mother, expressed as she watched her daughter walk towards her on the pathway to the front door. Thembi definitely had an off day, wearing an ever so colourful sundress with the charm necklace that Nadia's younger cousin made. She carried something small in her hands as she extended her arms to Nadia.

"Hi mom." Nadia tiredly greeted as she leaned into her mother's arms. "2 weeks since I've seen you, nana. How are you?" Thembi said to her daughter, leading Nadia into the house. "I'm tired, there was an extra class I had to take up after school. And just thinking of the grocery shopping I have to do tomorrow just tires me even more." She sighed, looking around the grand home that her stepdad, James, had built for her mom.

Gosh, just thinking of the love that her mom and stepdad share just makes her want to cry. Moving to the Uk was an extremely difficult challenge that Thembi and Nadia had to endure, not sure how they were going to survive with just the two of them but James had met her mom and made the lifelong promise that they would build their life together and they did exactly that although wanting to care for someone as their own after Nadia. In a few days, Nadia's younger cousin would be moving in with her parents for a scholarship she received back in South Africa.

"But enough about me, does Rea need a lift from the airport?" Nadia asked, beelining towards the soft couch in the living room and immediately relaxing onto what feels like clouds. "Yes, I have a meeting the moment she lands and James has to watch over his project. I also gave her some money so maybe you guys can get some ice cream?" Thembi rushed all her words out, walking all over the place looking for something.

"Mom, why are you rushing? What's going on?" Nadia sat up properly from the couch as she watched her mom move frantically.

"Oh we've got a dinner with our neighbours, surprisingly moved from Stevenage with us. Doubt you remember them."Her mom said, hurriedly putting her earrings on in the large hallway mirror and checking her short afro. With a stunned expression in Nadia's face, she looked down at the outfit she had on then looking up at her mother who was all dolled up. "But ma, don't you think I'm underdressed for a dinner?" She asked, unconsciously holding the pouch of her hoodie.

Looking at her daughter once, Thembi shook her head before turning back to the mirror. "Please, these neighbours are super, what's the word you use? chill. We've been friends with them since your primary days." She smiled at Nadia before heading to the base of the staircase. "James! Finish up! Nads arrived so let's go!" Thembi shouted.

"Wait, how long has this been planned?" Nadia looked at her mom confused to which she just smiled at her innocently. "It just slipped my mind two weeks ago, sorry. Now, let's go wait by the front door to make James feel bad for making us wait." Her mom ordered with Nadia following after her, holding her car keys.

"I'll follow you guys there, I'll go home afterwards because I've got too much work waiting for me back home." Nadia informed her mother as she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. "Nadia! It's been too long. How's everything?" James greeted with a huge grin, side hugging his stepdaughter.

"Who knew high school kids would have so much energy when you mention a free lesson?" Nadia said, tilting her head back at the memory of her day and how it drained her. James just smiled and squeezed her shoulder as Thembi opened the front door, leading them to their cars.

-

Turning into the street at least two minutes away from where her mom and stepdad live, Nadia rolled her eyes at the thought that they could've just walked but knowing how her mom thinks, walking at night even in their neighbourhood was never safe.

Following James' suv through the large black gates, a much grander yet modern home came into the view of her window shield leaving her mesmerised, so much so that she even turned down her music to look at the fairy lights lighting up the driveway to the house. Looking forward, she saw a few cars parked outside of the garage onto the gravel seeing a trend of Mercedes in this household.

Finding a decent parking spot next to her parent's car, she climbed out of the car and fixed her hair once again and clicked her gel nails, trying to hype herself up to be present at the dinner. Hearing quite loud greetings behind her, she shut her car door closed and locked it and walked to the enthusiastic group at the neighbours front door. Two children ran outside as well seeming to be chasing each other with their laughter filling the air.

A gasp came from the woman with the white short hair, walking around what seemed to be her husband with her arms out. "My goodness, Nadia! Is that you? Thembi, you didn't say anything about her beauty!" The woman that she had yet to recognise stood at an arms length with her hands clasped as she examined Nadia with a large smile. Nadia was trying her hardest to remember who exactly this woman was but she put that aside and walked forward to briefly hug the woman.

"Hello." She greeted with a smile, feeling herself go back into her bubble as all the attention was directed at her. "Well, welcome to our new home! Stevenage cannot separate us!" The older man said as he turned to welcome Nadia into the house home as everyone followed in. She immediately recognised the man to be Anthony, a good friend of her parents. Everytime she would see him back in Stevenage, he was always very nice yet reserved. She's very sure that she's seen the older woman before but for the life of her cannot remember.

A much younger woman had turned the corner holding a child's hands and Nadia internally sighed in relief as she realised that she wasn't the only young person attending the dinner. "Oh hello!" She happily greeted Thembi and James, hugging them as they exchanged kind words to each other. The younger woman turned to her with a stunned yet animated expression as she smiled at Nadia.

"Hi I'm Nicola, your parents have told me so many things about you." She introduced herself then her hand pointed towards the kids. "These are my kids, Willow and Milo. Come say hi guys." The children immediately running to her with the boy being a little shy but the girl, Willow, hugged Nadia's leg and looked up at her with the largest smile she's ever seen on someone. "I love your hair!" The girl exclaimed happily, examining the blonde wig with pink ends.

"Come on everyone! The pasta will get cold!" You all heard the older woman from before voice out.

"So Nadia! My goodness, you've grown. I would remember seeing you leave for school back in Stevenage." The woman, who's name was Linda, expressed and looked over to Thembi with a smile. "So do tell, how's everything going with you?" Anthony spoke up after taking a sip of his juice.

Putting down her utensils, Nadia looked over the table to see everyone focused on her. "Well uh where do I begin. After high school, I went to Cambridge for Law but eventually switched to Education for personal reasons. Spent quite the time away from home but i would call and visit when i could. I teach at Preston Manor in Wembley, where i live as well and the past few years have been quite uneventful. I do dabble a bit in fashion from time to time." Nadia spoke, watching as the table took in all the information.

"Mum, Sir uncle loves fashion!" The young boy vocalised to his mom. "Speaking of him, let me find out where he is because we know he's always late for everything." Nicola chuckled as she took her phone to make a call.

"Cambridge? Wow! Now that's something to brag about!" Linda smiled at Nadia, giggling over to her mother who looked proud of her daughter.

Not being able to take compliments as easily as others would, Nadia shyly put her down and glanced at her manicured nails, wanting the conversation to shift from her to anything else. Luckily for her, the attention switched to Nicola walking rather quickly to the front door to welcome someone into the house. Wanting to escape the very cheery welcome of the newcomer, Nadia politely asked to go to the bathroom.

"Why the fuck is this house so big?" She whispered to herself as she dried her hands on the hand towel, exiting the guest bathroom to get back into the dining room. Hearing rather heavy footsteps seemingly walking into her direction, Nadia opted to walk faster to avoid a possibly awkward encounter with anyone at the dinner table even though she's already grown fond of Nicola and her kids.

About to turn the corner, a soft yet musky scent wafted through the air, encircling Nadia's space. What entered her vision were brown air jordans, similar to those some of her students constantly spoke of usually with grief that they were expensive. Lifting her head to look at the individual in front of her, they seemed to slow their tracks.

Setting her eyes on the man in front of her, she tried her level best to not take in his facial features all in one moment. Seeing the tattoos that decorated his arm and hands, the woman grew speechless at the amount he had. Granted she had a few of her one but his were well kept and gorgeous. The graphic shirt he had on sat very well on his body, the perfect fit that is 'oversized' and his shorts showed the athletic build he had. She tried to snap out of it and so did he.

Lewis didn't want to say he was completely entranced by the woman in front of him but this was a face you couldn't get out of your head even if you wanted. Firstly he admired the choice of colour of her hair, seeing how it suited Nadia's face so well. Moving down to her face, her nose piercing was shining under the hallway light and the lipgloss had clearly been freshly coated. The outfit was very chill, the hoodie and cargo pants combo seemed extremely comfortable on her, blanketing her in a way. As if one blink could change everything, Nadia had blinked and turned her head, looking away from him.

"Oh sorry, you can go right through." She said with a small smile on her face as she moved out of the way so he could walk past him. "Thanks.. I'm Lewis." He introduced himself and the equally as small smile was as soft as he seemed. "Nadia, nice to meet you." She responded, blinking rather slowly as she was still as sleepy as she was before. "Likewise." Lewis answered, the small crinkle by his eyes showed that he seemed a bit tired as well but he clearly did not want to show.

With that, they both excluded the conversation with one entering the bathroom with the other heading in the direction of the dining table.

Willow had opted to sit next to Nadia as she piqued the young girl's interest, quite the colourful woman with not much to say. Nadia could not ignore how the child already began to adore her, her heart aching at the thought of possibly not seeing her new best friend that she made. Creating relationships with people other than her family was tough but to see herself become comfortable with neighbours she hadn't seen in years was odd. Willow's attention clearly went somewhere else as Nadia was in her thoughts, the man from before taking the child's seat. "Hey, that was my seat!" The young girl pouted at Lewis. "Yeah, that was my homegirl's seat." Nadia jokingly said as well, looking at his amused face.

"Sir uncle, you can sit on the couches." Willow ordered as she had a staring contest with her uncle. "But that's so far?" He had giggled, completely amusing Nadia who was watching the whole interaction. "Exactly." Willow sassed, making Nadia laugh.

A small gasp came from Linda's lips as she and the others had been watching the cute scene in front of them as everyone was getting ready for dessert. "Thembi, would you look at how precious this is." The older woman gushed, eyes focused on Nadia playing with Willow as Milo and now joined the scene, Lewis and Nadia having a conversation (mainly Lewis being curious on the hoodie and earrings).

"Are we sure about what we're going to do?" Anthony looked at Nicola with her nodding her head. "I feel like it's going to work. These rumours have been off the charts these past few weeks." Rightfully as his half-sister, she was worried about her brother. Everything seemed to be hurdled at Lewis, all types of untrue things and his pr team were working hard but had not found a solution or anything to put good attention to the driver. Reaching out to the family, Nicola, Anthony and Nadia's parents had managed to come up with something, unsure of whether it would work or not.

"You guys have been huddled up together for a while now, is everything okay?" Nadia spoke up, suspiciously looking at the group. "We're discussing the true crime shows that I've recommended to them." Thembi lied straight through her teeth, surprised that Nadia bought it. All she did was nod her head and continued playing with Willow, finding Lewis a very interesting person and someone she could definitely be friends with.

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[mo49ko]

hi! i love your nui fengqing, and was hoping to make some of my own!

i had some questions though: what kind of fabric did you use for it and did you have any templates for the face embroidery?

the face designs seem like the hardest part to me, and i also really loved how you designed yours!

hello!! im glad that you love my nuis 🩷

here is what i used.

💜 fabric

it's called 「ソフトボア (soft boa)」 in japanese and people told me it's called "minky" in english, but i don't know if its exactly the same thing since i never bought minky. maybe some of you might know?

soft boa comes in different "hair lengths" that you can choose to make each part (ex. the hair) fluffier. for example, the skin fabric is "1mm soft boa" while the hair of fengqing nuis is "5mm soft boa". Some people use 1mm soft boa for everything (ex. if your nui is really small).

for the skin fabric, i used this brand (ぬいクロスボア) which you can buy on Rakuten or at Animate.

for the hair, i bought from Little Closet but you need a credit card or paypal acct issued in Japan to buy.

my friend in europe buys something similar from this shop on Aliexpress and said the quality was good too.

if you buy minky, make sure that its not too thick, because you need to layer it at some parts and it might be difficult to sew if it's too thick. also, it should not be stretchy, as your nui might deform. this is what soft boa looks like from up close. if you are not sure, i recommend just buying the soft boa from above, since they are made specifically for nui-making.

💙for embroidery

I drew the face embroidery designs myself by using a template from a book. unfortunately, I cannot share the template because it is paid content.

however, there's a lot of free nui sewing patterns online, so you can draw your own embroidery lines by using them as a reference to make sure they will be placed properly.

the template i used is from 「もっとかわいくできる! 推しぬい 理想の「お顔」「髪型」つくりかたBOOK」 which you can buy on Rakuten or Amazon japan.

this book also has tips on how to design a cute face and hair for your nui !!

if you don't know japanese, the author has a video on youtube showing how to sew along and do the embroidery which is subbed in english (link).

she also has some face embroidery tutorials (1) (2)

🧡 other patterns

otherwise, here are a few free patterns which i found online:

10 cm nui by Diawu_Q

5cm nui by yvc07190426

sorry if it's a lot of information!!!

once you have your materials it's very easy to make!! pls have a fun nui making experience and you can ask me other questions 😋

[sethsclearwater]

Poly seth x paul

First time being intimate since having baby

they'd be the sweetest🥺 also combining this with this request, "could you pls do a blurb or imagine where reader has sex with seth and paul for the first time after having her first baby and is super emotional and realizing she wants another baby with them and both boys are just laughing because they thought she was in pain?"

...

"princess are you sure you're okay?" paul asked softly, sliding his hands up your hips from his place underneath you, features softening as he scanned your face for any signs of discomfort.

"paul," you let out a breathy giggle, smiling down at him, "promise i'm okay," you reassured, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips before turning your attention to your other imprinter who was sitting next to the two of you, also smiling at you.

your ob had just cleared you for sex a few days prior and, despite both seth and paul's hesitance with the whole thing, you could not have been more ready to finally have sex with them again. you'd been lucky enough to not have torn during birth so your healing process was pretty linear but both boys were a bit overbearing when it came to making sure you followed everything you doctor instructed to make sure you healed properly.

"take it slow then, yea? don't want you hurting yourself on one of us," seth said softly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips when you nodded.

paul offered your hips a soft squeeze to get your attention after a moment, eliciting a series of giggles from you as you looked down at him, "you ready?" he asked, already knowing the answer before you said it, grabbing his cock in his hand to pump it a few times while he waited for your response.

you quickly nodded, allowing him to help you lift your hips up just enough to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, "nice and slow princess, okay?" paul reiterated, not releasing his grip on your hip until he saw you nod.

"you got it pretty girl," seth encouraged, smiling as you reached over to interlace your fingers with his, giving his hand a soft squeeze before you turned your attention back to the task at hand.

you took a deep breath as paul loosened his grip on your hips, slowly sinking down on his length. despite the fact that seth had fingered you prior to this, you still managed to feel the all too familiar stretch of your walls as you worked at accommodating paul's length.

"there you go," paul encouraged, both boys watching your expression for any signs of pain as you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths while you slowly sank down paul's length, "take your time," paul added softly, making sure he kept his grip on your hips loose enough to allow you to control how deep you were taking him.

seth ran his free hand over your lower back, gently massaging at the tense muscles there as you let out a soft sigh and sank the rest of the way down paul's length, allowing him to be fully sheathed inside your walls, "such a good girl," seth cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your temple as you took a few more deep breaths before opening your eyes to look at paul.

"feels okay?" paul asked softly, gently kneading his fingers against your hips to alleviate some of the tension there as you worked at accommodating him.

you nodded, "feels pretty normal," you murmured and paul frowned, not seeming to buy what you were saying.

despite the fact that you were not in any pain, the intimacy of the whole ordeal had your emotions going absolutely haywire as your brain was flooded with thoughts of wanting another baby with them.

"does something hurt?" seth asked from next to you, also not seeming to be totally convinced that you were fine despite the fact that you just said that to them.

you blushed, shaking your head, "nothin' hurts," you reassured, looking over to seth who removed his hand from your lower back to cup your jaw and scan your face.

"what's bothering you then?" he asked softly, both boys patiently waiting for your response as you thought of how to explain that you were already getting baby fever so soon after having your first baby with them.

you frowned, glancing over at paul for a moment as seth released your jaw before turning your attention back to seth, "jus' was thinking about another baby," you whispered, the blush on your cheeks deepening as you finally revealed what was on your mind.

seth was the first to respond, just letting out a breathy laugh, "you want another baby?" he asked, smiling as his posture noticeably relaxed, seeming much happier now that he knew you weren't in any kind of pain.

you blushed, nodding before you looked over at your other imprinter who also let out a soft laugh, "princess," paul started, offering your hips a soft squeeze, "we can have another baby," he reassured, "but i think you need to give your body some more time to heal before we start trying again," he explained, offering you a soft smile when you nodded and looked over at seth who also nodded, smiling at you.

prior to you getting pregnant the first time, both boys had agreed to having another baby with you within the next year or two so that they would have a sibling close in age while growing up.

"promise we can have one soon?" you asked seth, peeking up at him to see him just smiling and letting out another breathy laugh.

"promise we can have another baby soon," he reassured, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, "now why don't you practice on paul for a little bit and then we can talk some more later, yea?" he asked teasingly, chuckling when you smiled and nodded, turning your attention back to the man currently buried inside you.