#where I sit and/or park my buttocks

[sugarampersandjoy]

No one told me that cats came with vomit and that their favorite place to vomit would be the couch(!!)

[s1lu3s]

WELL-DESERVED REST, zayne.

warnings: suggestive content +18, oral (fem receiving), masturbation. pairing: zayne x y/n notes: GUYYSS OMGGG WE REACHED THE 150 NOTES WHAT THE HELL?! i also wanna thank you for all the reblogs 😭🩵 just wanted to thank you very much, this means a lot for me, bc i honestly thought that i would never reach something like this sooo in order to celebrate, i write this one about our lovely doctor, hope u enjoy it the same as the rest <3 credits for the banner of mdni to roseschoices.

Christmas was always a very bad time to visit Zayne at work. No matter what time of year it is, no one stops having incidents because of it. In spite of everything, you don't stop going there to see him so he can rest even if it's just for a few minutes.

Your poor boyfriend has to deal with all kinds of people and you just want to make his workday a little more pleasant. So you take the bag of food from his favorite restaurant, add the dessert from the best place where they make the best popsicles and leave it on the passenger seat.

Today you wanted to surprise Zayne with a nice dinner even though he told you to stay home because of the cold weather. But you can't sit still and do nothing when he's going to work day and night no matter when it's his shift.

So you park your car on a street a little further back from the hospital so he won't see it and walk over there. Since you warned Greyson about your plans, he gave you just this once a key to enter by the back door of the hospital, which can only be used by the staff. You would return it to him. Or not, if Zayne continues to work the same way as he is. 

When you finish climbing the eight flights of stairs, you end up with irregular breathing. Instead of using the elevator, you've had to use the only alternative left to avoid all chances of your boyfriend seeing you here. But it will be worth it, you assure yourself, because you plan to have this Christmas dinner even if it's not at home. 

So before knocking on his office door you finish controlling your breathing, stretch your back and tie your hair up to give it some grace and movement. You knock a couple of times and manage to hear a low “come in” before you cross the threshold of the door and close it by subtly turning the knob.

“Merry Christmas, Dr. Zayne.” Just the first of your words was enough for him to recognize you and raise his head from the pile of papers scattered on his desk. It must have been a very hard day for him to have his desk like this.

You observe without saying anything about his reaction and how he frowns when you place the bag with the food on one of the chairs in front of him.

“What are you doing here?” He asks in his usual dry tone.

“Can't I bring dinner to my boyfriend? “You bite your lip as you approach his chair. “Besides, I also brought your favorite dessert.” You smile playfully, pointing to the bag with the popsicles.

“I expressly told you not to come.” He replies warily, not taking his disapproving gaze away as you settle in and give him a small kiss on the cheek.

“And are you going to do anything about it, Dr. Zayne?” You bring your lips to his as you start playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“For the moment, I don't know. You like being close to the edge too much, though.

“What can I say, anything to help my boyfriend unwind from work.” You chuckle.

“Hum.” He sighs, as he rests his head on your chest and moves his arms over your thighs, tightening his grip on you. He lingers a few seconds too long, breathing on your breasts and spreading his soft breath through the thin fabric of the dress you wear. You feel your nipples perky.

“Zayne?” You call out, but he ignores you. He slides his hands down your legs to your buttocks. Your breathing hitches and you feel your pulse quicken. “Don't y-you want to have dinner?”

“I don't have that kind of hunger right now.” He replies flatly, as he stands up with you in his arms, pushing the contents of the table aside, “Or you prefer not to continue?”

You know from the gaze he gives you that you are incapable of saying no to him. Not when his eyes yearn to devour you and even less when you have him like this, caressing your skin.

“It 's okay.” You answer breathlessly, especially when his hands rest on your knees and he gently spreads your legs to slip between them.

“What am I going to do with you?” He sinks his head into the crook of your neck, smelling your vanilla scent.

He moves one of his hands from your hip to your back to unzip your dress. The fabric slides gracefully down your skin, leaving you naked from the torso. He helps you finally remove the dress, which falls to the floor.

And you're left in heels with your underwear.  

“I should deny you this, because it's not the first time you've completely disregarded what I tell you.”He whispers, kissing your neck and tightening his grip on your thighs.

The only thing you are able to hear is his heavy breathing and your heartbeat, sure that he is able to hear them too.

“But in turn, I should reward you with it, because if not for you, my life would have become an absolute mess.”

He pulls the thong up, rubbing against your already wet slit. You sigh in anticipation, clinging to his shoulders.

“Zayne…”

He unties your bra and pulls it back. His mouth moves down to one of your nipples. He circles it with his tongue and bites down gently. He kisses it again before turning his gaze back to you.

“It's impossible for me to keep my hands off you. Especially if you look this... tasty.”

He wraps the edges of the thong around his fingers and pushes down slowly. Your skin bristles and you shiver from the cold. He has once again let out his Evol. 

“So... what should I do?” He stammers. His husky voice makes you even wetter if that's possible. “You don't say anything now?”

He rests his hands behind you, making you lean back slightly.

“I guess as long as you put work aside, anything's fine for me.” Is the only witty reply you can think of.

Zayne smiles slyly at your failed sarcastic comment.

“You're damn stubborn... You know that, don't you?”

You just giggle.

“You still like me though.” He looks back at you.

“I do.” He offers, before kissing your shoulder again and bending down to you. Kissing and licking your skin, Zayne crouches down before you. He holds your left leg and continues to leave a trail of wet kisses down to your knee.

You sigh, throwing your head back.

You don't even dare to move a muscle when Zayne finally slides his tongue shallowly over your needy slit. Her warm breath moistens it even more, something that makes you shudder and makes your stomach tingle slightly.

“Don't forget to breathe, darling.” He smirks condescendingly, holding your leg tighter. You blush more.

His gaze meets yours before he runs his tongue along your folds again, this time going over you thoroughly from top to bottom.

A sweet moan escapes your lips as he continues to devour you relentlessly. He thrusts his tongue as far in as possible, teasing you and turning you on more as he makes room at your entrance and plays with it. Your thighs are trembling, so he spreads your legs wider and immobilizes you so he can taste you better.

“Z-Zayne...” You babble senselessly. The heat of his mouth on you consumes you in the most exquisite way. You arch your back and press his face to you, pulling at his hair.

“I like order, but seeing the chaos in you every time you're about to come is absolutely awesome.” He looks at you with a look of adoration and devotion in his eyes that makes you tender. He kisses your inner thigh and his mouth comes back to rest on your clit, circling and caressing it. His torrid tongue finds its way into your folds and continues to lick, up and down, without pause, but either not as quickly.

You gasp again as he inserts two of his fingers and begins scissoring them. You feel yourself getting more and more on edge and along with it, Zayne's mouth keeps licking everything you give him.

“Your taste is so addictive... so sweet.” He dives back between your thighs, sucking, licking and feeling you cling tightly to his fingers.

“P-please...” You whisper. You feel your vision blur as he continues to push his fingers and rub your clit delicately.

Your consciousness becomes fuzzy as you are caressed and filled. So you feel somewhat empty as he pulls his fingers out of you, licks them and looks at you with his desire-filled eyes.

“Forget about the damn popsicles. You are definitely my new favorite dessert.”

[metallicames]

Teenage dream

Part 2

Description: James and the reader haven't seen each other for ten days and when they finally manage to meet, passion takes over.

Warnings: age gap, smut, oral sex, sex, dirty talkinkg, unprotected sex.

⸻⭒⸱ 🖤 ⸱⭒⸻

It's been ten days since James and I last saw each other, ten endless days of waiting, sexting, calling at any time of the day or night until I reached a point where I almost thought I was going crazy.

Ten days of texts like "I can't stop thinking about being inside you, I'm so hard" during classes, of midnight calls like "Touch yourself for me baby girl, let me hear how bad you need me" while I'm locked in my room under the covers trying to imagine being touched by his hands while his deep sexy voice guides me towards pleasure. Imagining him without being able to actually have him was exhausting but finally the wait is over.

I park outside his huge house with my heart pounding, as I approach the door I am impatient, feverish. I enter through the main door, greeted by a soft and warm light and spicy scent. I find James behind the kitchen counter, as soon as he sees me he stops fiddling with the grill and he comes towards me. As he approaches I hold my breath, every time his rough beauty makes me falter. He comes close, the weight of his presence is overwhelming, his stature commanding the space. I feel small under his gaze, he takes the bag from my hand making it fall to the floor and without saying a word he kisses me holding me thight to him with both arms. His warmth immediately envelops me and we let ourselves go in an intense and passionate kiss, I can feel how much he craves me just by the way kisses and squeezes me. His embrace is tight, like he’s afraid to let me go, and I can feel the fire in him, burning through every touch. His hands immediately end up under my dress grabbing my buttocks with force lifting me on his hips "what if we talk later about how it goes and what we have done these days?uhm?" he says in a teasing tone starting to kiss my neck going down towards the shoulder blade.

Once we enter his bedroom he pushes me against the wall, I feel his erection between my legs while the hand that is not holding me up makes its way under my dress reaching one of my already turgid nipples. “God James...how much I missed you…” my whispered voice is punctuated by sighs while James pushes me even harder against the wall kissing me hungrily.

Shortly after he sits on the bed after taking off his pants and boxers, I missed seeing him naked, eager, hard just for me. I immediately get on my knees between his legs still wrapped in my good girl flower dress while James begins to slowly touch himself along the entire swollen and veiny length. He is so hot that I would stay still and watch him pleasure himself but the desire to make him enjoy and make him feel how much I missed him takes over. I lower myself and begin to kiss and lick his balls delicately taking them in my mouth and then caressing them with my tongue while he continues to jerk off with slow movements starting to pant loudly. I move up towards his length with my mouth, his hand ends up in my hair letting me take control. “Look at me while you suck it sweety... mhh like that” he breathes out, I obey looking up while my mouth is busy giving him pleasure and I already feel wet just looking at him and hearing his moans.

The grip on my hair becomes more vigorous as the minutes pass and when I slightly increase the pace, letting it slide completely into my mouth, James raises his hips against my face as he cums copiously in my mouth "Good god..yess" he purrs. I slow my movements and then I get up while I smile at him running a hand over his abdomen “damn, that was a lot” James says with labored breathing while I see a few more white drops coming out of his swollen tip which I promptly lick.

While James recovers I stand up in front of him and slowly undress, his eyes light up, his gaze penetrates me following my every movement, I get closer to his face kissing him and biting his lower lip.

“Ride me baby, let me feel how needy you are” his hot breath brushes my ear while with one hand he brings me closer to him. I position myself on top of him completely naked and wet without even being touched staring into his eyes, I take his already hard cock in my hands bringing it closer to my throbbing core. “I missed you so much” James whispers while I lower my hips feeling him sink inside me stretching out slowly my walls.

I start riding James, grinding on him, our bodies are entwined and our breaths labored, his large back is leaning against the headboard while his eyes clouded with pleasure observe my every movement, my every expression as I move on top of him rotating my hips, feeling every inch of him inside of me “This feel so good… God” I whisper panting “I know baby.. I know.. I feel how much you enjoy it.. how wet you’re… ssshhittt”. While we are enjoying the connection of our bodies his hands move from my hips pushing my arms behind my back, blocking me in that position. The moment I let my head fall back looking up I notice our reflection on the mirror attached to the ceiling. I keep riding him but my gaze never left the mirror that gave me a new perspective on our bodies “Do you like what you see baby?” James asks with a husky voice, tightening the grip on my wrists and giving me an unexpected thrust from underneath. “F-fuck yess” I say almost breathless as my mind is focused on the imagine and the sensation of our bodies moving in sync.

His strong grip on my wrists and the feeling of his thick cock buried deep inside me is all I need to come as I grind myself hard against him seeking even more friction against his pubic bone before collapsing against his chest with shaking legs: “my fucking god James” I breathe out. James releases his grip on my wrists and wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him, continuing to move underneath, giving me small slow thrusts, making the feeling of ecstasy prolong throughout my body: “Good girl.” He whispers, kissing my shoulder.

As I’m filled with a long wave of pleasure James moves me under him taking control and crushes me against his body, pushing himself into me so deep that I can’t breathe from the overstimulation. I cling to him with my nails, crossing my legs around his waist, watching the movements of his naked body through the mirror. Every muscle of his powerful back tense as he pushes himself into me slowly but with strength. Our moans echo throughout the room accompanied by the sound of the headboard slamming forcefully against the wall- thank god he has no neighbors.

With an unexpected move James rises slightly bringing my ankles up to his shoulders, he penetrates me again emitting a low growl “I’m going to destroy you.. fuck-” he lets out tightening his hand around my wrist next to my face. I'm completely lost, my eyes roll back in my head as I feel him moving inside me at an increasing pace, going deeper and deeper without ever stopping. “James keep going god.. I’m so close”.

James increases the pace even more looking into my eyes intensely: “I’m close too.. where do you want me to come?” I’m so fucked I can’t even answer, “mmmh? C’mon where do you want my cum?” he leans even more on me pushing my legs against his chest, buries balls deep inside of me, “I-inside of me..” I stammer, “tell me where baby girl” his hand tightens my neck and I see his eyes light up, “Come inside of my pussy.. please” I whimper clinging to his shoulders, James pushes against me crushing me under his body so deep that it seems to feel his big cock in my stomach. I look up at the ceiling, seeing him from that perspective, with his skin slightly moistened by sweat and hearing him pant and swear under his breath in my ear makes my vision goes blurry as I come shaking, pressed on the mattress by his weight as my moans come out uncontrollably from my mouth.

James follows shortly after, growing against the crook of my neck, holding me still with his hands until he finishes filling me completely.

Satisfied, he abandons himself on top of me, breathing deeply. I caress his short hair, slightly damp with sweat, and enjoy his smell as we try to recover from our hight, my eyes never stop admiring his broad back reflected in the mirror.

"You're quiet.. are you ok?" He asks me with his sigh altered while he's still inside of me. "Oh yes.. I'm enjoying the moment, you're... You're amazing" I whisper in his ear.

We stay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft warmth of the blankets surrounding us. We look into each other's eyes, not in a rush, savoring the quiet moment. Time seems to slow down as we remain there, feeling the rhythm of our breaths sync, content in the stillness.

"Are you hungry? I wanted to cook something before you came into the house in that little dress" he says to me in an amused tone.

"Yes, let's eat something." I reply with a smile.

We spend the next hour laughing and joking while James grills some game meat he hunted a few days ago. I love being with him and watching how our relationship is evolving even though I haven't told anyone about us yet for fear of breaking the spell.

"Y/N jokes aside, I want to talk to your dad, he deserves the truth, I don't want to hide, I really like you" he tells me in a serious and firm tone while he fills my plate and sits down in front of me.

"I like you too... a lot. You're right, I just have to find the courage, but it's the right thing to do." The fact that James wants to share our relationship with other people makes me realize that he cares about me and that he really wants to establish something deeper and this thing makes me feel euphoric and electrified as if I were living a dream.

When we finish eating the quiet hum of the evening settles between us while we tidy up the kitchen. I find myself lost in the details of him: his face scars, his jawline, the way his lips curve, and the strength in his shoulders and arms as he moves. My gaze lingers a little longer than it should, drawn in by the quiet magnetism that seems to surround him.

“I haven't told you this yet, but you're gorgeous” he suddenly whispers in my ear as he leans against my back, pushing me lightly against the kitchen counter, making me feeling the smooth surface cold against my heated skin.

I can feel his presence close, steady and comforting, yet intense.

Then, in a moment that feels inevitable, he finally bends me against the counter, his grip tightening with the force of who knows exactly what he wants, claiming what’s his, again.

[abyss-seer]

Strange Things Channeled Part 1

Its so wierd so so weird. I still remember this day. I was meditating, trying to concentrate, channeling and this the message that comes through

This is so weird. I felt so disturbed. That I searched for this name Hye In that day but found nothing.

Did the search on February 19.

Tried searching this random name Hee sung yuk or Heesung Hyung

Found him

Seems like the name Hye In was the name of some kpop girl in newjeans in the same corporation as him.

I am not putting together a dating rumours let me warn you that before proceeding. Its an energy I was channeling of a person saying No to the natural order of things or the way life went. Someone's reputation is blocked because they are continuously saying no to something. Idk what this oompa lumpa jumpa shit is. (But I got a bad feeling from whatever energy was coming through)But I heard some girl saying "She said she hailed from Calicut in front of Hii sung yuk or Heesung hyung when asked while receiving/giving a rose flower from/to this Hee sung yuk. When she wasn't even from there"

"Standing there at the Wang/Wing/Wong/Wonton Live/Alive, HyeIn Doorway, Looks Hae Bak react"

Idk what this all is. But after a Dream about Soyeon from G-Idle. I think I have had enough.

I didn't know who this HyeIn or Heesung are in the very least. This news article is what attracted me in the very least

This name "HyeIn" felt like such a connection that day. Gods what it all means.

If there's some tarot reader among us. Can somebody please explain this?.

That day I was also channeling the word Haerin, but dismissed it cause an actress named Kim Sae Ron died mysteriously some days back, the names were similar so I dismissed it. Saw the word Daniel today. I do wanna take my tarot and investigate all this channeling but I am on a tarot fast for disciplining my tarot coping mechanism. So if someone's here. Can you guys help me please? Idk what this messages are. Even things like Honey, I don't usually buy them. But I accidentally bought it some time back.

Ok this is an edit, but this is strange, I saw a cockroach sitting right beside me, standing and staring at me, it scared me a bit, even though I am not scared of cockroaches nor am I cruel enough to kill them or something. This is strange not only do I feel an energy of being stalked, but staring, glaring almost getting haunted by a bunch of pests. Idk if this is the March Energy with all sorts of evil eyes, or me just being a Jyeshtha. Iam sorry y'all I am scared. Its like someone's monitoring, typa stuff to control somebody.

Idk there are many signs in front of me. And I might do a reading on them once this weird astrological period is over. But something ain't going right. Something feels so deliberately placed by the Universe for me to see. Maybe I was feeling called on to do this read. But I didn't address it. I wonder what this all mess is in my head. I will see if I can I will try to get this done by next month.

But something about that cockroach was scary. It's as if it was secretly listening to all the things we were talking about, and then wanted to lump on me due to some aggression or revenge. Idk what it all was. But I am kinda spooked at all the synchronisation. But an oath is an oath to myself. Will not break it.

Something about "Data, Data Science, Data Science Lab/Camp tour or detour." Could be significant. Something is nudging me to "Take a break,".

Another name "Il-young,sa" something came through. Idk why but I by mistakely drew a protection spell after writing this name.

No grand idea what's going on , just channeling "Grenade, Park sil Hyuk, and pain in the right leg specifically around the outer thigh area where buttocks join the waist and thigh, that sideway area"

Okay then take care. Bye 💗💗💗

[beardedmrbean]

SANTA ANA, Calif. -- A Placentia, California barber has been charged with murder and torture for allegedly beating a 6-year-old boy to death with a piece of lumber, prosecutors announced earlier this week.

Ernest Lamar Love, 41, has been charged with murder, torture and child abuse causing death, according to the Orange County, California District Attorney's Office. He has pleaded not guilty and is being held without bail.

Prosecutors say 6-year-old Chance Crawford had finished his third day of first grade last week, and was dropped off at Love's barbershop around 6:30 p.m., while his mother, a nurse's assistant, went to work at a hospital. Love was in charge of babysitting Crawford.

Surveillance video allegedly shows Love walking into the barbershop with a "large piece of raw lumber with a reluctant Crawford following behind him."

Prosecutors accuse Love of beating the first-grader with the piece of lumber, then pouring hydrogen peroxide on the open wounds before forcing the boy to do push-ups, sit-ups and jumping jacks until he collapsed. Love allegedly beat the boy after the first-grader wet his pants at a local park, prosecutors said.

Love is accused of carrying Crawford - unconscious and struggling to breathe - into the ER at Children's Hospital of Orange County around 1:30 a.m. Friday.

"Doctors at CHOC discovered that much of Chance's flesh was missing from his buttocks, leaving raw, gaping wounds, along with subdural hematoma, extreme brain swelling, and other injuries consistent with violent shaking," the DA's office said. "The little boy also had healing fracture on his shoulder blade."

Love faces a maximum sentence of 32 years to life plus five years if convicted on all charges.

"Words do not exist to describe the absolute terror this little boy was forced to endure - all at the hands of someone who was supposed to be protecting him, not torturing him to death," District Attorney Todd Spitzer said in a statement.

'No child deserves to get treated like this'

Like most kids, Crawford loved Mickey Mouse. He even had a Mickey Mouse-themed party for his fifth birthday.

"He loved it so much. He has a Mickey Mouse outfit. He was in the Mickey Mouse outfit smiling, always smiling," Crawford's great-aunt Carmen Hill said. "Always, and we won't get to see that smile anymore."

The 6-year-old boy had been in a coma since last Friday, after his family said he was brutally beaten by a friend of his mother, someone she apparently met at church.

Crawford was declared brain dead on Tuesday and taken off life support.

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"That kid was sweet," Hill said. "What kind of monster are you?"

"This is killing us slowly because no child deserves to get treated like this," Crawford's cousin Aisha Herrell said.

Herrell said Love took Crawford to the hospital and told staff the boy got injured in a fall. She said hospital staff notified police.

"The more and more that I explain what happened, the more angry I feel," Crawford's father Vance Crawford said.

"Just like why? Why would this happen to him? He didn't get to live the rest of life," Crawford said. "He's 6 years old. I wanted to see my son graduate."

His family now demands justice.

"He lived a happy life. He was great. He was a great kid," Crawford said. "I love my son. I miss him so much. He didn't deserve that."

"He was growing up into a big, beautiful, smart little boy," Herrell said. "We just hate that he's no longer with us."

The family held a vigil Wednesday evening at a park where Crawford had once celebrated a birthday. His cousin Rashedia Diaz described him as sweet and a bundle of joy.

Amid the tears, there was anger after details emerged of how Crawford died.

"It hit me like a ball of fire," the boy's father said. "It's been tragic."

Crawford's family hopes no other child will experience what allegedly happened to the 6-year-old. They're urging parents to always be aware as to who watches their children.

[translations-dark-matter]

Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Chapter 74

It wasn't the first or second time Se-hyeon had come to Shin Tae-oh's house, so since he was already there, he sat on the familiar sofa.

"Coffee? Tea?"

Shin Tae-oh himself moved as if he wanted to treat Se-hyeon as a guest. Se-hyeon couldn't just sit still while being a secretary to the boss.

"I'll have coffee."

"But occasionally, you can also have the coffee the boss gives. Especially in a situation like this, when you've fallen into Shin Tae-oh's trap."

Se-hyeon silently waited for Shin Tae-oh without getting up from his seat. As Shin Tae-oh went to the kitchen, Se-hyeon quickly turned his head to the side. It wasn't that he could see what he wanted to report, but rather he leaned his upper body forward and even slightly lifted his buttocks.

The plan to report what he wanted to while being at Shin Tae-oh's house fell through. The offense of not being able to distinguish between sunflowers and pansies, which resulted in Se-hyeon being tasked by Shin Tae-oh with it.

He didn't know what was in the safe. It was just something related to Yoo Jin-ha. In the original plan, Shin Tae-oh wanted to show the safe on behalf of his own feelings. He believed it would best represent his innermost thoughts. However, Yoo Jin-ha strongly refused to see that intimate part of Shin Tae-oh.

That completely severed the bond between the two.

"It's a shame."

When I was actually reading the novel, I didn't have any thoughts. I found the progression of the events and how Yoo Jin-ha would overcome hardships more interesting than knowing what was inside the safe.

So now, although I know where the safe is, I don't know what's inside.

"No, I shouldn't be interested."

Now that Shin Tae-oh's attention is fully focused on him, any curiosity, like a small butterfly fluttering towards the safe, will return as a raging typhoon.

"I can go and see it myself. Just like now. Where I'm looking."

In response to Shin Tae-oh's casual remark, Se-hyeon turned his eyes as if he didn't understand anything.

"Thank you."

With a sincere expression of gratitude when receiving the coffee, I managed to alleviate my heavy heart. I briefly focused on the coffee, which emitted a deep aroma, and pushed away the faint lingering pheromones of Shin Tae-oh.

Once I became aware of it, even the slightest scent could be sensed, so there was no need to mention anything about it in Shin Tae-oh's house.

To think that my thoughts have come to revolve around the safe and pheromones at this point. This wasn't the time to entertain such thoughts. Suppressing my thoughts forcefully, I recalled the reason I sought out this private space, matching various figures I had seen in the data and identifying the inconsistencies.

"I think we should take another look at the third-quarter financial statement that came from the Ulsan factory."

Reporting to Shin Tae-oh had to be more cautious than sending a message to Chief Lee Jin-ho.

"If it's an accounting report, it should have already been approved."

"That's true, but there are suspicious circumstances in the capital fluctuation section. We may need to ascertain the truth. Can I go and come back?"

I didn't mention anything to Manager Cho or Director Park. It wouldn't be too late to tell them once we were certain. However, if I spoke about it now, there was a hesitation about potentially falsely accusing someone who had worked at the headquarters for a long time, considering the remote possibility.

"Why suddenly the Ulsan factory?"

"I happened to find out."

It wasn't a satisfying answer. I couldn't easily mention the whistleblower, Ha Jin-seong. If I were to reveal Ha Jin-seong's name right away, I wondered what kind of conversation would unfold afterward.

Should I focus on Ha Jin-seong rather than the corruption immediately? I could talk about Ha Jin-seong later, so let's put out the urgent fire first.

"How many days do you need to think about it?"

"It's expected to take three days."

"Have you checked my schedule?"

"Yes."

Without even taking out my phone, I recited the schedule for the next three days. Shin Tae-oh was engrossed in his thoughts while drinking his coffee, and Se-hyeon finished speaking and looked at him.

"The most important thing is the team project between Planning Team 1 and PR Team 1."

And Se-hyeon also knew that they were putting a lot of effort into preparing a presentation that would be shown to the CEO.

"Why don't we go together and see it?"

"What? Are you referring to the factory?"

"If you want to go to the factory, I'll go with you."

Shin Tae-oh nonchalantly responded, as if saying that if Se-hyeon wanted to go, he should just say so.

"I'm sorry."

"I wanted to tease you a little longer. Too bad."

Of course, Se-hyeon had no intention of doing that, so he quickly apologized and finished.

Shin Tae-oh placed his share of the coffee on the table and stood up. Se-hyeon followed suit and placed his coffee cup down, knowing that there was no point in hiding it from him.

Not far away, there was a fairly large frame hanging on the wall. So, what we were going to see together wasn't the factory, but this. Well, Se-hyeon realized from Shin Tae-oh's playful smile that he was referring to something other than the frame.

Se-hyeon pretended not to know the identity of the safe and examined the painting. It was different from the painting of the water lilies that was there before.

"It's a sunflower. It's a piece I acquired from the Netherlands."

If it's from the Netherlands, I understand that it's the piece that Chief Lee Jin-ho personally went to buy. I haven't forgotten that day when Shin Tae-oh and I went to the new product presentation and met various people.

If only Chief Lee was there that day, there would have been no unnecessary pounding of my heart, and I wouldn't have stammered out any excuses out of a sense of guilt.

After Shin Tae-oh touched the edges of the frame, he grabbed the corners with both hands and pulled it off the wall. Se-hyeon couldn't hide his surprise at his sudden action but looked at the wall.

Once the frame was gone, the wall appeared to be empty at first glance, but a long, rectangular piece of gold caught their attention. It was something that an ordinary person would never think of as a safe, so to speak.

"Should I pretend to be surprised too?"

"You knew there was something on this wall, didn't you?"

It was already too late to ask what it was in response to Shin Tae-oh's question. It was better to simply admit it rather than claiming that I hadn't guessed anything.

"I haven't seen it before, but I just had a hunch."

"How did you know?"

Se-hyeon tried to maintain a nonchalant tone in response to Shin Tae-oh's question.

"There has always been a frame hanging in this spot."

If he tried to cover it up completely with a lie, he would be caught, so he added a bit of truth to it.

"This is a safe. It only opens when it recognizes my iris."

No wonder there was no keypad for entering a password. Se-hyeon discovered a blinking blue sensor in the middle of the wall.

"Aren't you curious about what's inside?"

"If you're curious, would you like me to tell you?"

"If you want, I'll consider it."

The answer was in Shin Tae-oh's words. The original Shin Tae-oh was someone who would open the safe and show others. However, now he subtly conveyed a different meaning by adding the condition, "if you want."

Se-hyeon hadn't responded to Shin Tae-oh's confession yet.

And that confession would be the key to opening this safe.

"It's okay."

"Don't be too eager."

Did you expect me to ask you to show it?

"What if I say I want to show you?"

Do we really have to go that far?

Se-hyeon made it clear that he wasn't impressed, and Shin Tae-oh seemed a bit deflated as he hung the frame back on the wall.

"There will be plenty of opportunities for me to show you later."

"Since there will be plenty of opportunities to show you later."

Muttering those words, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation that I would once again find myself in this situation. Before that happened, I needed to clarify my relationship with Shin Tae-oh...

"Oh, by the way, there was something I wanted to tell you, Se-hyeon."

Shin Tae-oh suddenly spoke up as if he had just remembered. It seemed so natural, but Se-hyeon couldn't help but inwardly chuckle. He was intentionally bringing it up now. Since Se-hyeon had refused to see what was inside the safe, Shin Tae-oh must have planned to subtly gain something else.

Whatever it was, Se-hyeon had no intention of accepting it.

"Do you happen to like photos?"

This sounded like a sequel to "What kind of gifts do you like?"

"I don't like them."

"Last time, I wanted to show you something, but I didn't have a single photo saved on my phone."

"You heard that I don't like them, right?"

"It would be nice to open it and see whenever you feel like it."

Was this what you wanted? If so, I have an answer for you.

"I'm sorry."

Se-hyeon didn't even bother to express that he had no intention of taking any photos. Having firmly stated his decision, Se-hyeon now only had thoughts of returning to the company.

"About the Ulsan factory."

Just as Se-hyeon turned away, Shin Tae-oh spoke up.

"As I pondered over it, I wondered if this might be it."

Se-hyeon half-turned his body, unwilling to face Shin Tae-oh.

"I have a secretary in my company who is very passionate. That secretary had a run-in with a really cunning fox. I said that all the suspicions regarding SR must be connected to that fox."

"..."

When the scandal broke out, I went to find Ha Jin-seong, and Shin Tae-oh heard everything I said.

"Did you meet Ha Jin-seong today?"

With an innocent question, accompanied by Shin Tae-oh's bright eyes, Se-hyeon remained silent and turned away, holding his phone. As if to indicate that he wouldn't show it to Shin Tae-oh, Se-hyeon hunched over, and a clicking sound could be heard. Se-hyeon had taken several photos and swiftly put his phone away, facing Shin Tae-oh directly.

"I've sent you a few photos."

"You should hold the phone up like this to take better pictures."

"It's okay."

"Fine. I'll forgive you. But from now on, tell me in advance. Park Ha-seong, Ha Jin-seong, and everyone else... Anyone with 'Ha' and 'Seong' in their names should definitely inform me."

Shin Tae-oh easily obtained what I wanted. I turned away because I didn't want to see him happily chuckling.

After belatedly looking at the photos sent to my phone, Shin Tae-oh let out a hollow laugh.

"What is this?"

Pretending not to notice, Shin Tae-oh asked Se-hyeon, who was looking elsewhere.

"No faces?"

There wasn't a single photo with Se-hyeon's face in them. Grumbling that he had been deceived, Shin Tae-oh still saved all the photos he received.

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[dear-satan]

can you do hobiexfemreader smut? maybe something like, hobie taking the reader in the balcony? a bit of exhibitionism ˃ᴗ˂

thank yewwww if you decide to write about this (θ‿θ)

hello Anon!! ❤️ thank you for your proposal! this idea suits perfectly with Hobie and I'm all for it. I hope you are enjoy 🥰

hard day

Hobie Brown x fem!Reader summary: Hobie needs to relieve his tension after a "hard day" warning: sexual content, cock warming

You were sitting on the balcony when Hobie entered your flat and sneaked unnoticed behind the armchair where you were sitting reading a book. Skinny arms encircled your figure and his lips pressed against the skin of your neck, sucking lightly on it. His body was warmed unlike yours, so a pleasant shiver ran down your spine stopping at your lower abdomen.

""Hard day?" you asked tilting your head slightly giving him better access. His murmur reached your ear at which you smiled slightly, closing your eyelids.

"Miguel's encounters are driving me crazy," he finally spoke up moving his kisses to your jaw. His hands had long since found the entrance under your t-shirt, caressing the areas under your boobs. Despite his overwhelming desire to touch them, he wanted to wait for the right moment…. He didn't like to rush things. "I thought I was going to die of boredom."

"Oh no!" you turned your head immediately crossing your gaze with his brown irises. The book you had been holding a while back was on a small table next to the armchair, so you caught his handsome face in your hands without restraint. "How did my brave Spider-Man cope with this terrible and difficult situation?" you asked with feigned seriousness, as if this encounter really was something unbearable.

"I was thinking of you," he lifted you from your seat. As you stood in front of him he began to mirror your outfit, consisting of shorts and a loose T-shirt. Your nipples stood out through the material at which he bit his lip piercing. The sight of them mesmerised him and caused the cock in his trousers to harden even more.

"About me?" you threw your arms around his shoulders in turn Hobie's hands fell to your hips, squeezing them slightly. "About what specifically?"

"Well, you know," a smile dawned on his face. He began to slowly guide your person towards the balcony railing until the railing slammed into your back. "I was reminiscing about our first meetings." His pelvis pressed against your body and the bulge in his trousers gracefully rubbed against your hip bone.

"The ones where you fucked me in the park? Or on your neighbour's balcony?"

"Both" his nose rubbed against yours before finally bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your lips, as always, were sweet and soft. He loved the taste of them no matter if you were at each other's house or in a place filled with people. With the rest, this applied not only to kisses. From the first time he saw you he wanted to taste every inch of your body…. Which, in fact, he had already done at the first, evening meeting in the park in a Spider-Man costume.

A thread of saliva appeared between the two of you as you finally pulled away from each other to take a breath. Hobie turned you in one swift motion so that you were facing him and your hands were placed on the railing. He used his web to attach them there for a longer period of time, to which you groaned as you arched your bottom towards him. "Good girl…" he whispered when your buttock rubbed against his still clothed penis. He crouched behind you tilting back the material of your shorts revealing that you had nothing underneath. His tongue ran over your folds. "You taste so good, doll…" his warm breath teased your wet pussy, as did his tongue.

"Hobs.. Please." You stifled a moan, clenching around nothing.

"Please what?" he placed a kiss next to your entrance. His cock almost ripped the opening of his trousers, but he preferred to wait. He loved hearing you beg for him to fill you.

"Please… Come inside me…"

Hobie laughed softly one last time licking your folds. He stood up placing his hands on your ass, pressing it against his penis. "Can you feel it? You're the only one who gets me to this state, doll" He unzipped your trousers, lowering them to his ankles along with his boxers. He did the same with your shorts. His penis trembled from the cool air and pre-cum dripped from the top of his dick. He caressed your wet entrance for a while wolfing down his cock even more, until finally he entered you in one smooth movement thrusting into you, at which a long moan broke from your lips. "Just like that," he tilted his head back. He began to move his hips slowly, gloating at your warmth. This was just what he needed. "Take all of me" his slow movements were driving you wild.

"H-Hobie…" you moaned quietly lowering your head. The web on your hands prevented you from tilting your body and grabbing his hair. All you could do was stand erect against him, letting him fuck you from behind without paying attention to your neighbours. "P-please.. More." you bit your lip pushing yourself out more wanting to feel every inch of him.

"Pardon?" he was obviously toying with you "I don't think I heard you." With a shove he widened your legs making it easier for him to access your clit.

"P-please… I want mo-" a moan interrupted your pleading as his penis aggressively rammed into you "Y-yes…. H-Hobie…" you moaned as he aggressively fucked you while stimulating your swollen bud.

Hobie closed his eyes. He hoped the whole estate could see or at least hear him fucking you on that damn balcony. This vision stimulated him even more. His movements became sloppier and shorter as he chased his own fulfilment. "L-love you d-doll. Such a g-good girl." he pounded into you one last time as he sighed loudly and his cum spilled inside you. The sensation released your own high, thus giving Hobie a greater shot of pleasure.

"You know," you breathed out, feeling Hobs rest his sweaty forehead against your shoulder blades, "If this is how every encounter in this spider world of yours is supposed to end…. Then I beg you to go there every day."

[more-than-a-princess]

@dcviated asked: Monomono for Wylan and Eira :V

Send 'monomono' to receive a gift from my muse courtesy of the monomono machine! - Accepting! Multis, please limit muses to 2.

For Eira:

BIRD RICE

If you sprinkle this rice on the ground, it’ll attract a bunch of birds and it’ll be a disaster. You can eat it by yourself too.

"I thought this would make a wonderful gift for you, Eira-san!" Sonia smiled, presenting her friend the capsule from the monomono machine: inside, a sizable bag of rice. "It would be lovely to make some new friends together, would it not? We could take the bag to the park and sprinkle it over the ground, near the pond. I am certain we shall make plenty of new avian friends in the process!"

And possibly get pecked. Or have their new feathered friends relieve themselves over the tree branch they'd inevitably be sitting under.

They could, of course, just make rice with it, but where's the fun in that?

For Wylan:

OVERLORD T-BACK

Underwear that can only be worn by those who can lord over buttocks. They’re unisex.

At first, Sonia thought the machine was simply playing a practical joke. Inside, some of the capsules had meaningful gifts: a snack, or a notebook, or a ring. Instead, Sonia had put in her monocoins and out had popped...well...that. For Wylan.

And unfortunately, she'd insisted that she'd wanted to get him a gift from the gachapon machine, and now that the capsule was in her hands she couldn't go back on her word now.

"Here, Wylan...for you," She finally spoke, handing it over to him, flustered. Frankly, her reaction was probably worse than the 'gift' itself: it was far more embarrassing, how deeply red her cheeks had turned. "I would say something akin to 'use it well,' but in this case, I am not sure what that could possibly mean."

"I simply wish to reassure you that the machine truly dispenses the most random gifts!" Sonia blurted out, her clasped hands tightening. If it had been her choice, she would've never selected underwear, much less such revealing underwear. Still, she had to wonder: what did it mean to lord over buttocks in the first place?

[imeternallylove]

Just my first ff 🤧🤧🥲

NYC | LONDON | YOU | ME

Dr Stephen Strange x F.Reader

[fluff!]

Stephen Strange

On a lazy morning in New York Sanctum Sanctorum, my private residence. I brush my teeth slowly. Wearing a normal red-black t-shirt that I prepared last night, not the mystical Cloak of Levitation. Thinking bout’ something is waiting for me. A smile appeared when I saw my hair messed up, and I just left it as it was. It looks so cool, right?

Y/N

Standing in, looking at my swollen and ugly face at the apartment in downtown London, remember I have to get ready for lunch. I slovenly apply light brown eyeliner, even the lines are out of shape, but Nah... It looks natural anyway. The lips are some soft pink with a rosy cheek. Wait, I need perfume too. Yes! I do look nice today.

Stephen Strange

After all my things were done, I went back to my room and wore my favorite jacket and sneakers. Today I have a date and holy shit! It's going to be late if I don't leave my house right now. The haste made me forget to lock the door so... yeah, let it be, I won't be late back home.

Y/N

It's a bit cold today, so I put on a red hat and a brown scarf. My bedroom is messy all the time, it's the reason why I can't find my black boots. Ugh! Finally, I ended up with white canvas, I hurriedly stepped on the elevator but god sake!! -- I forgot to lock the door!!!

Stephen Strange

The parking was full, I had to find an area for a while until I was almost upset. Then, I hurriedly went to the cafe. The inside fills with aromas of coffee and pastries, and the outside has a small garden, yes, "She" chose to sit here instead of inside.

Y/N

I finally came to the crowded subway. Waiting about ten mins then entered the bogie. Not long after, I pressed my buttocks to sit in the window-mounted station, my favorite place in the subway. Little glancing at the wall behind the bogie cabinet began to move, I can't wait to see "Him," my date.

Stephen Strange

The parking was all taken, I had to find an area for a while until I was almost upset. Then, I hurriedly got into the cafe. The inside fills with the aromas of coffee with pastries, and the outside has a small garden, yes, "She" chose to sit here instead of inside.

Y/N

I tightened my coat tightly and walked into the large hallway in a good mood, where "Sherlock" was making a booking to have lunch together with me. This restaurant is vintage style. Yea... He knew that this is one of my favorite places in this town.

I like both the food and the atmosphere here. He must have prepared this to flirt with me, God can't help me hold on to smiling, of course, I gave him a lot of impressions for our second date, he will.

Stephen Strange

"Irene" grinned when he saw me walking in. And it's always been a bright smile from the first time we met. After I sat down, she opened the menu. Soon we ordered coffee, sandwiches, and chocolate yogurt cake. We started with a funny conversation. She asked about my recent job before I was Sorcerer Supreme. And, I asked about her hobbies. We were telling strange and amazing funny stories, and she ended by asking me to go to the sea. I did not reject that.

Hmm, yes... Right now.



Y/N

I can't believe that I... I completely forgot where the table was and I... I was lost on the 2nd floor! Didn't take too long. I couldn't find out that he had reserved the innermost table, which was attached to the bar, and that was it. He was looking at me with a peeking eye when I accidentally bared his teeth at him as the waiter placed the apron. I felt a little tense and nervous. But what? It's no big deal when we're going pretty well... I think so.

Stephen Strange

Not too long to feel bored. We finally reached the sea, Irene and I walked in the mid-afternoon hot summer breeze on the beach. Right now, people are not very crowded. I looked down at the fine white sand, which contrasts with the pale sea. And watched the sky turn a faint orange.

My heart is confused, I can’t accept the truth... I cast my sunglass-obscured eyes to the round sun, which continually shone upon us. Irene looked very happy today, she looked fun, which made me have pretty fun. It might be because of her cheerfulness that made me feel more comfortable than ever.

Y/N

Lunch ended nicely and warmly. At this time, Sherlock and I were walking in a small park, which was not too far from the restaurant. Even though we're in the center of the city, in this garden, it's so quiet, peaceful. It also gives a feeling of unspeakable relaxation to me.

I laughed as he acted as he was embarrassed while we were hand-holding. He looked cute and charming when talked about his cases. I listened to him in a soft voice full of excitement. And that made me forget almost all the problems I was facing during my stay with him.

Stephen Strange

Of course, before we go back home, it will be dark, both of us think the best way is to come back to my home first. Why? Because we were both lingering. Let the time pass without a hurry right in front of the door, we were laughing and scrambling about what we have done together today.

Irene told me that she loved being with me so much that she couldn't withdraw. Along with talking about the next day, we will "date" again, then I realized that my heart was pounding hard. And it was very turbulent as well.

Y/N

We stand in front of my apartment. The sky was now completely black. Sherlock walked with me to the front of the elevator inside the lobby floor and to the front of my room. Where along the way we all talked about today And he's still the same polite guy to me.

He said that today I dress prettier than every day. I already know we will "date" again someday and why are my cheeks red like this. And even if only giving a simple smile without saying anything, I think it's not difficult to understand what I'm feeling now.

Stephen Strange

I don't know how I brought myself to bed. And I don't know when I will stop smiling. But now I only know that Irene Adler, she makes me smile like a dog... It's best for several months ago.

Y/N

I dropped my heavy body on my bed as I stepped into the room. Until now, I still haven't stopped thinking about all that I have done with Sherlock today. I'm sure it was a very good time... Sherlock Holmes, this guy is so good! OMG!! I can't force myself to stop smiling. What should I do? Urg!!!

Stephen Strange

A few days later, Irene came to my house, We chose to watch a funny movie together. Of course, in a fucking funny rhythm, the popcorn in a bowl that I made spilled over the floor. But that was fun because I saw another pov of her and it feels good to laugh along with her so so so well.

Yes! Her cheeks are red too.

Y/N

Sherlock came with a horror film in hand. His smile made me not hesitate to open the door and prepare the popcorn for tonight. We both sat on the carpet next to the sofa with the popcorn bucket in the middle. In the end, it was me who almost didn't know about this movie. It was so scary that he asked if I was okay. He solved that problem by hugging me from behind and used his hands to close my eyes when some scenes made me startled. Oh dear god, my face turns red, it's so red!

Stephen Strange

We met again on a rainy day at my house. Irene talked about the dusty acoustic guitar standing beside the bookshelf. So I picked it up and played her a song that I used to play regularly, she lay on my lap, slowly spreading out soft hair as her breath took a rhythm when she fell asleep. Until the sunset.

Y/N

We haven't seen each other for almost two weeks. Until today, Sherlock stood in front of my room with a violin, which he seemed unable to play but he can. The songs he played made me so happy that I accidentally moved my feet and sang along to the melody.

He and I let the time pass by until dusk.

Stephen Strange

After we both finished the dinner that she had done. Irene said goodbye to me with a smile as usual. And finally, I am the only one left in the house. Then I took a shower and went to bed but during that time I thought of 'who was lying on the other side of this bed. I raised my hand to my forehead. I don't know how to deal with this feeling. I know well why I can't sleep even after trying to suppress my eyes in every way.

I know it all

Y/N

When only I was left in the room my brain was filled with something again. I walked all the way to the wide bed. Surprisingly, it looked more empty and vast every day. I let out my breath. Even Sherlock's violin sound felt good but it did not make me forget what distracted me.

Yeah, his voice wasn't 'that' voice, It's not the one I want to hear right now.

...Not at all

Stephen Strange

We are preparing dinner again the next day, feeling so uncomfortable. And it was Irene who mentioned my abnormality first. Because of that, I tried to explain it to her. But then it completely messed up the shit. She cried and ran away.

Y/N

This was the first time that I didn't open the door for Sherlock to enter the room for no reason. After realizing that I was wrong, several hours have passed. But he was still standing there waiting I was so confused like fucking crazy. And it was me who couldn't stand it. The door was finally opened. But there were no words between us while I was crying.

Stephen Strange

I sat on the sofa to reflect on what happened and where 'she' was while pressing my phone's photo library to find her photos. I promptly understood what happened to me. What the hell is why I'm waiting for her back for too long?

It is now that I realize how much I miss her now when I picked up the iPad. ... and found the fastest flight to London.

Y/N

Everything's going boring I sighed as I scrolled through the pictures my mom sent me when she felt lonely, hoping it would help me feel better too. Until it stops at that face, it was him. I try not to think about him. But he was the one that I want to see right now, so I will not let myself suffer anymore.

Inside the living room, I spent an hour with my notebooks to book a flight to get back to where I had been... It's in New York.

Stephen Strange

I muted the eardrum alarm when it roared. In fact, I deliberately set it up for fear of leaving the house late. But right now, I'm in a taxi that was taking me to the airport. So I laughed lightly when I remembered that today I woke up earlier than usual and hurried, it was abnormal, which I knew why.

Y/N

It's been 9 hours since the flight that I booked to come here one way. I thought I was doing well when both legs brought me and a small backpack in front of his apartment just before the sunset. Until arriving at the door I decided to ring the bell only two times. I privately thought that I would finally meet him. But it's not like that. Because apart from silence There was no response from the people in the room at all.

Stephen Strange

The plane was late landing but it's okay. Just tired and confused about why I don't use the spell. I can't believe that I will be rejected by three taxis. But those things didn't make me feel as bad as she wasn't at her home. I tried to calm down with disappointment. But in the end, I chose to pour out the hope that was carried far by the wooden fence. Before deciding to continue to go to the sea... I just want to go back to the place where we often spend time together. Even if it's getting dark.

Y/N

I left my pride on the ground, calling him instead of waiting hopelessly.

Stephen Strange

My phone rings, her name on the screen. And I have no hesitation in answering the call.

Y/N

"I'm home... Stephen"

"I'm home too, Y/N," said Stephen "I'm at home."

I laughed as I started to understand something, I guess what expression when he heard the answer “Stephen, I'm in New York right now,” he still gives a shit silently, so I listened, the sound of familiar laughter.

Stephen Strange

"Baby? Oh," I stop, then continue "Y/N, you're alright there?" I said, after stopping laughing. She replied "I'm fine there, just wait for you at the mysterious Sanctum." Then change the tone to whisper.

"Damn Y/N, Can you close your eyes and take a welcome kiss from your wizard?"

Y/N

There is not my answer, I just giggle and closed my eyelids. And even if it is impossible... although the distance between the two cities would make him and me thousands of miles apart. It's unbelievable, you know?

I felt that our lips were actually touching each other.

Stephen Strange

Y/N opened her eyes, and now I'm in front of her face. The Cloak of Levitation pulls the rose bouquet from my hand, making me touch her face more comfortably, "Promise me, you will not leave me alone here?”

I look at her eyes, the most beautiful in the universe, and she glances at my sling ring. "Can you use the spell to take me to your kitchen?" She smiles brightly, "I wanna bake your chocolate yogurt cake."

I laugh, taking her little hand tight. "And you Stephen, you will do a cup of hot choco for me, right?" she said and smirked at me.

"Sure darling"

[angryschnauzer]

Jingle My Bells

Summary: Continuing my AU Rugby Teacher theme that was so brilliantly plot bunny’d by @feelmyroarrrr​, Henry finds himself bored at home having been put onto quarantine due to cases at the school he teaches at. With his school shutting early for the holidays, when his wife needs help at her school, she calls in his assistance for some festive fun... with some after hours fun for themselves too.

Pairing: AU Rugby Teacher Henry Cavill x Teacher Wife

Warnings: Bad Puns, NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Public/Risky Sex Workplace Sex, Henry dressed as Santa Claus (yes thats a warning in itself).

Gif by @littlefreya​ and used with her kind permission.

Previous Rugby Teacher Henry Ficlet.

Masterlist on AO3, and old fics can be found at @angryschnauzerwrites​. I don’t run a tag list.

Jingle My Bells

Henry was bored. Two weeks of quarantine after another faculty member had tested positive had meant he'd been confined to the house 24/7. Just as his test results had come back negative and his return to work for the last week of term had been scheduled, the high school had been notified that two students had come in contact with confirmed cases, so to cut their losses the board of governors had simply implemented end of term a week early.

And sure, Henry had done what he could to help keep himself busy; online gaming, World of Warcraft, hell; he'd even helped you mark homework for your primary school class. He cooked dinner for you so it was ready the moment you arrived home, and the house was the cleanest it'd ever been, but without you home with him he was just… bored.

"Just one more day, then its the end of term" you'd reassured him as you'd kissed him goodbye that morning, and he'd pulled you into his arms;

"Will you wear the elf outfit home tonight?"

"Oh, does someone have an elf kink?" You'd grinned and raised an eyebrow.

Henry lifted his hand to the little bells that were attached to your green knit dress;

"I kinda want to find out how i can make these jingle… i have some ideas…"

"Well you can fill my stockings after work, but i've got to go or i'll be late…" you pressed a kiss to his cheek; "Got to set up the area for Santa" 

With a groan your husband released you;

"Fine, but i want you to sit on my lap later"

-

Henry was standing at the fridge contemplating whether eating Babybell cheeses wrapped in Parma ham sandwiched between two slices of toast counted as lunch when his phone rang. Seeing your school's number on the display he was half curious and half worried, but visibly relaxed when he heard your voice;

"Hennn…." You purred

"Oh god… you only use that voice when you want something i won't like…"

"Are you free this afternoon?"

He sighed over dramatically;

"What do you need?"

"We need a Santa. The guy we booked was someone's grandad but he's been on the sherry and we had to send him home because he was slurring his speech and referred to the kids as 'crotch gobins'"

Henry let out a snort of laughter;

"I've met your class… some of them are…"

"Nevertheless… could you stand in? We've got the suit, and you've been quarantining for 3 weeks so are safe… pleeease…"

"Hmmmmnn"

"Hennn, please… i've got a thirty kids that still believe…"

Henry sighed;

"Okay… i'll be there in ten minutes"

“You’ll need to walk…there’s no space left in the staff car park”

He sighed;

“Okay, make it thirty minutes”

-

If there was an award for best/worst performance as Santa, Henry would have got it hands down. Putting on his best pantomime Brian Blessed voice, he'd Ho Ho Ho'd his way through the three youngest classes of wide eyed Little Ones that had thoroughly loved meeting Santa. When it had come to the older kids in the Junior years, generally 8 years old and above, he'd taken a different tactic, instead filing them out to the playground and if they could score a hoop through the Netball net, he'd deem them nice rather than naughty.

By the time hometime rolled around every single child had a smile on their face, excitedly rushing out to their parents waiting at the gate, pointing out Santa to their younger siblings sat in Pushchairs and Prams.

When you’d finally waved everyone off you made your way back to your classroom, the security door alert sounding as you entered the corridor, the hallways quiet where your colleagues had already packed up their stuff and left for the day. Henry trailed behind you, chattering away about what the kids had told him, shedding himself of the fake Santa beard and the scratchy jacket, leaving him wearing the hat, his plain black t-shirt, and the Santa trousers and boots. He flopped down into your chair as you busied yourself around the classroom, his feet up on your desk. 

Moving around him you stacked papers ready to be archived when he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you onto his lap;

“Come and sit on Santa’s knee”

Abandoning the papers you laughed as you settled on your husband's lap, turning to kiss him and the little bells on your dress jingled as you moved. The kiss went from chaste to needy in a matter of seconds, and you could feel Henry harden beneath your ass as you wriggled on his lap. His hand groped at your breasts through your dress as his lips started a trail along your chin and down your neck;

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You wriggled on your lap;

“Oh I've been Naughty…”

Suddenly you were spinning as Henry fluidly moved to his feet, pushing you over your desk and stood behind you;

“Well i guess i’d better do something about that then” he pulled your dress up with a jingle of the bells attached and smoothed his hands over your ass, the green and white stripes of your tights framing your buttocks. With strong fingers he grasped the thin fabric and tugged, ripping a hole in them and letting out an appreciative grunt when he found you wearing a lace thong;

“You’ve been parading around in that little dress with this poor excuse for underwear beneath all day? You really have been a naughty girl” he purred in your ear as his fingers tugged the elastic aside.

You tried to move away, painfully aware of your location;

“Hen! We’re at school!”

“Shhh… the door alarm to the hallway will sound if anyone comes… so how about i make you cum before that happens, eh?”

His fingers had found your clit as he’d pushed his thumb into your velvet channel, and any further arguments were lost on your tongue as you sighed in pleasure;

“Hen, make it quick… the cleaners will be doing their rounds soon”

Looking over your shoulder you watched as Henry quickly shoved the Santa trousers and boxers down, his thick and meaty dick springing free where he was already rock hard and dripping with need;

“I’m gonna jingle your bells darling…” he positioned himself and quickly thrust in, making you gasp at the sudden stretch of it; “Gonna fill your stockings…”

“Tights” you corrected

“Same fucking thing” he grunted as he started to pound into you, the rhythmic thud of his efforts topped off with the delicate jingling of the bells on your dress. His hands moved and grabbed at your breasts, his breath hot and heavy against your ear as he filled you hard and fast from behind; “Want me to come down your chimney tonight?”

Grinning you turned your head;

“How about we save that for when we’re at home…?”

Henry paused, his eyes going wide when he realised you were agreeing to the one thing in your sex life you hadn’t tried yet, even after being married for a number of years and him dropping numerous hints;

“Really?”

“Well, i know you didn’t put it on your Christmas list but if a elf is gonna be naughty she might as well be naughty all the way…” you winked at him; “But you gotta hurry up now…”

With a grunt of determination he started to pound into you, one hand moving down your stomach and pushing between your legs, rubbing at your clit as he did his best to quickly bring you both to orgasm. Your moans started to get louder, and he clamped his other hand over your mouth as he started to feel you cuming, your body shaking and the loud thuds of his thrusts filling the room as your desk squeaked on the linoleum floor. With a grunt he thrust in deep and at the height of your orgasm you felt him flooding your womb with rope of his creamy seed, his massive hands pulling you to his chest as he buried his face in your neck whilst your cunt milked the last of his cum from his body. 

Breathless and glowing, you rested your head on Henry’s shoulder, your chest heaving before he carefully pulled out of you, pulling your underwear back into place as he tucked himself back into his boxers and Santa trousers. As you shimmied your dress back down you heard the thrumming of the floor polisher along the corridor, your eyes going wide before Henry turned you and rested his hands on your shoulders;

“C’mon, lets get home”

Taking a deep breath you smiled;

“Help be grab the last few bits then we can go”

Five minutes later you were stepping out of your classroom, Henry holding the large box of things you wanted to bring home for the holidays including your peace lily, pulling the door shut when you heard footsteps, turning to see the after hours cleaner;

“Night Mr Howell, have a good Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas Mrs Cavill…” he paused when he saw Henry standing next to you

“This is my Husband, he stood in as Santa today”

The old man nodded and smiled, carrying on with his mop as you walked in the opposite direction. Just as you got the security door you heard him starting to whistle, your eyes shooting up to meet Henry’s as you heard the tune;

‘Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…’

Henry wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;

“C’mon my naughtly little Elf, i’ll drive you home” he grinned at you; “Then we can see about that chimney of yours…”

You clenched at the thought, your body already tingling at the thought of it. And hey, if you were going to let your husband finally fuck your ass, at least you had the entire school holidays to recover.

[smut4bangtan]

Genie's Home Service (Jimin, One Night Only Anthology)

...GIRL. Once again, I’ve got a new favorite. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😉

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The cold breeze seeping in through the slightly open window made you shiver. The more time ticked away, the less your dinner looked appetizing. Still, though, you forced yourself to eat a few spoonfuls. You'd be needing energy later.

For the fifth time in two minutes, you checked your phone. There were two messages: one from your best friend Jian and the other from an unknown number. You clicked on Jian's message first.

[Jian: Sooo excited for you, girl!!! Just go with the flow and don't get too nervous. Trust him. He's a professional. Also, don't hesitate to contact me immediately if anything goes wrong, alright? Good luck and enjoy the night! 👻💦]

[You: Thanks, girl. Will you come home tonight?]

[Jian: No. I'll stay at my boyfriend's. Feel free to use every corner of the apartment except my room! Okay?]

[You: Got it. 😊]

[Jian: You're on your pills, correct?]

[You: Yes ma'am]

[Jian: Okay. Now stop texting and get ready!]

You checked the text from the unknown number next.

[*********: Good evening! This is Genie. I'm already here at the lobby. 😊 Wearing a dark blue shirt.]

Your heartbeat raced upon seeing the message. Even just the mention of his shirt color was already making you feel dizzy.

[You: Hi! I'll come down right away. 😊 Thanks!]

You recognized Genie as soon as you went down to the lobby. He was just sitting at the waiting area, using his phone. Aside from receiving his photos a few days ago, his sharp features and firm built made him naturally stand out from the others; picking him out from the crowd was not hard at all.

You walked towards him with light steps as if you didn't want to wake a wild animal up, but it was no use. Genie looked at you just as you were about to reach him. With a smile, he stood up. He must have recognized you with the photos that Jian sent. "Hey there."

"Genie, right?" You asked. He just nodded.

The two of you proceeded to the receptionist to record Genie's required information on the guest list. He listed his name as Park Jimin.

Is that your real name? You wanted to ask him, but you only mustered up the courage to actually do so when you rode the elevator.

"Is that your real name?" You asked. Genie just looked at you, puzzled. “Park Jimin, I mean. I peeked when you were writing. Sorry.”

Genie just chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my real name. And don’t apologize. That’s our little secret now.” He winked, making you catch your breath.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you starting now.” You flashed a smile, hoping that it looked natural and definitely not nervous.

“Go ahead as you please.”

The two of you got off at the fourth floor and stopped at unit four hundred and seven. With sweaty hands, you stuck the key in the door knob and pushed it. In a while, I would be like this door knob. Filled in, you thought.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Jimin asked as he placed his black duffel bag on the sofa.

You nodded and pointed on the door beside the kitchen. “There.”

"Thanks!"

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom with the yellow door.”

“It would be nice if you remove everything except your underwear.” You just looked at him upon hearing what he said. In return, he just smirked at you and proceeded to do his business.

Like what Jimin said, you took off everything except your bra and panty. You suddenly didn't like how your plain white bra looked, so you quickly threw it into the hamper and changed into a black underwire. Anxiety continuously grew upon seeing yourself in the body-sized mirror in front of the bed, but you didn’t think much about it and just trusted his words. He knows what he is doing, you reminded yourself.

You barely sat on the bed when Jimin entered the room. He was now wearing a plain black shirt and khaki shorts that almost looked like swimming trunks. Even though it was dim with only the lamp on, his bulge was clearly visible from where you were. His eyes scrutinized you from head to toe with an expression one would see at a predator looking at his prey. “So, shall we start?”

You just gave him a vulnerable smile and made room for him on the bed. Don't get too nervous, your head repeated in Jian's voice.

Jimin joined you on the bed with a mischievous smile. It was obvious that he's trying to hide his reaction but was incredibly failing. "I noticed that you're a little stiff. Would you mind if I massage you?"

"O-okay."

"Please lie on your stomach."

You did as Jimin said. He placed a bottle of massaging oil on your side table. Upon seeing that, you closed your eyes and let the situation sink in. What was about to happen didn't seem real. It's finally your turn to ride this scary and exciting roller coaster. Everything was unpredictable, and all you could do was enjoy the ride. Once it's finished, boom! You're a part of a whole new world. Nothing's the same again—for your body, at least.

"So, how did you become friends with Jian?" Jimin asked. His oily hands started to run freely through your back.

"University. You?"

"We're childhood friends."

"Oh, you must be very close then."

"We are. Jian's the type of friend anyone would want to have. She's just so accepting and open-minded even about my job."

"Mhmm."

He slowly slipped his hands under the clasp of your bra, making your breath tremble a little. "That's why when she opened up about you, I immediately agreed." You just chuckled, not knowing what to reply. For some reason, your cheeks heated up. It was definitely about what he said. "I heard from Jian that it's going to be your first time."

"Yeah," you replied.

This time, Jimin slipped his hands under the straps of your bra. Your nipples slightly hardened. You kept getting goosebumps every time it scratched against the bra cups

"May I ask why?"

"It's just that I think I've waited long enough. I'm not really confident about showing my body, especially when I was younger."

"Why? You're so beautiful. I was actually astounded a while ago. You look even better than your photos."

Your lips wanted to form a smile, but you stopped yourself. He's one of the best-looking people you have ever seen in your life too, and such a compliment from him means a lot. "Thanks," you just replied with a slight giggle.

Without a word, his hands once again slipped under the hook of your bra. "I can remove my bra if it's getting in the way," you said.

He was silent for a while but eventually replied, "got it."

When Jimin finally unclasped the hook, you pulled it from your chest and threw it on the floor. You were dead sure that he caught a glimpse of your breasts, including your hard, rosy nipples. He moved on to massage the sides of your breasts, as well as your underboob. Now, you felt your nipples reach to its hardest and biggest form. The touch of your sheets against them was slowly making you wet. "Haven't you tried to at least give a blowjob?"

"I have. A lot. But that was the farthest that I could go."

"Mhmm. How about using dating applications to set up one night stands? Why didn't you try?" He asked.

"I don't trust any of those men."

"So you trust me," he confirmed.

"Jian knows you. I trust her with everything."

You felt his nod. "Don't worry. I won't let you down." The two of you let out a giggle in unison with what he said. That was so cute of him, you thought.

"I'll proceed to your legs now." Jimin placed himself on top of you and started to massage your thighs all the way to your calfs. His rock-hard bulge was rubbing on your buttocks, making your stomach and breasts sweat. You felt your vagina release a huge amount of discharge. This made you feel a little nervous. What if he notices?

"You're so wet already, huh?" He teasingly said. Of course he would notice.

"You caught me."

Slowly, Jimin slid your panty off. He then went on to slide his hand from your asshole to your pussy. "Ah," you moaned with your hips slightly rising on its own.

"Can you sit down for me?" Wordlessly, you sat in front of him, legs apart. He took a glance at your bouncy breasts and pinkish pussy. "Beautiful."

You pointed at his shorts. "I want that out."

"Take it off for me, then," he said, kneeling in front of you.

Making sure his underwear was included, you gently pulled his shorts off, revealing his hard cock. It looked so angry and ready to fight. That's how you like it best. "Better," you said.

Jimin took the massaging oil and sprinkled a generous amount on your breasts. His hands ran from your chest to the stomach and pussy, spreading the oil all over your body. You let out a sigh as you tried to conceal the pleasure that was generating all over your body.

"Feels good?" He asked. You just nodded, looking him directly in the eyes.

He came back to your breasts and started to twist and pinch your nipples. You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan. "Fuck," you whispered, looking at the reflection of your breasts and Jimin's cock on the mirror. Your pussy throbbed so hard as it rushed to get more wet.

Jimin suddenly slid a hand down to your pussy and massaged your clit as soon as he touched it. Slowly, he bowed his head down to your breasts and started to lick your nipples.

"Just like that," you said, grabbing him by the thigh. "Oh, fuck. Please."

He gradually played faster with your clit, making your hips rise on its own and your discharge slowly drip from your pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" You yelled. In no time, his mouth was already sucking your breasts and he finally slid his middle finger inside you. "Mmm, yes, yes, yes!"

You stretched your vulva out as he slid his ring finger next. It hurt you for a short while, but it felt good as soon as he rocked his hand.

"Do you like that? Huh?" He asked, almost whispering under his breath.

"Mhmm," you replied, rocking your hips against his hand.

Jimin lifted his head to kiss you. Your tongues fought and your lips sucked each other. You could hear your discharge making a sound as he fingered you fast and deep.

"Oh, I think I'm going to squirt!" Before either of you could do anything about it, you already did. He slapped your pussy as your vagina uncontrollably let out everything you could. The squirting reached the lower part of the mirror.

Without a word, you took Jimin's cock and licked the head as you looked him in the eyes. Slowly, you stuck it in your mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. You made sure your tongue was on it, too. "Ah," he let out with his eyes closed. "You're good." He finally removed his shirt, revealing nothing but his bare body.

He placed his hand on your head and pushed it deeper. You then held his hips and pulled him closer. His cock has finally reached your throat. He slowly pulled your hair, making his juices flow down from your mouth.

Ultimately, he held your head and started to thrust in and out of your mouth. You sat there helplessly, getting facefucked. His cock was secreting so much discharge that you could already could swallow a great portion. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, suddenly pulling himself out of your mouth. Discharge and saliva flowed out of your mouth once again. It looked like it could fill up a small perfume bottle.

You lathered your finger on the liquid and tasted it again. "Sweet."

"Pineapples, baby."

Jimin pushed you gently to the pillows and went right in front of you. As he was slowly inserting his cock inside your pussy, you stretched out your vulva once again. "This might hurt, but I'll be gentle."

"It's okay. You got me."

He finally inserted the head, and then the body—slowly. It started to feel a little sore, but you did your best to keep it in. He rocked his hips a little more, until his whole cock was already inside. The pain tinged a little greater than before, but it's manageable. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright. Fuck me," you replied.

As Jimin started to push and pull himself in you, he played with your nipples to lessen the pain. The head of his cock could be felt sliding inside. It felt so good that it might be your new favorite feeling. When your vagina seemed to have adjusted well, he gradually improved the pace.

Jimin pulled you closer and sucked your breasts. You started to massage your clit, matching his phase. Your eyes rolled up in pleasure. "Ah!" you moaned every time he pushed himself inside you.

Suddenly, his cock slid out of your vagina. "Shit," he said, wiping the sweat on his temples with his palms.

You crawled on the other side of the bed and bent over, showing your vagina and asshole to him. "I've always wanted to try getting fucked doggystyle."

With a naughty expression, he slid his cock into you and rock his body hard against you. "My favorite position," he said.

You could feel his cock better with this position and for some reason, it felt more pleasurable. He was hitting the right spot every time he pushed his cock into you. "Deeper, faster," you commanded, so he did as you said with a slap on your butt cheek. "Ah, fuck. Yes!"

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," he said, suddenly pulling himself out. You immediately turned around and saw him masturbate. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You leaned in and put your face in front of his cock. Just in time, his fresh, hot cum splattered all over your face.

He leaned on the headboard, panting hard. His legs were spread out, exposing his smooth asshole. "It's still hard. Do you wanna?"

You nodded. "I think I can squirt again." You sat on his cock, your back facing him. "Shit," you whispered as he filled you up again.

You bounced on top of him as you played with your nipples. You could see him watching you on the mirror with a smirk. Upon seeing that, you spread your legs wide so the two of you could see everything.

Jimin hugged you from behind and billowed his body against you. His hard cock was widening your vagina in the most pleasurable way. Meanwhile, his hand made its way to your clit. You pulled his head closer and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, God. Harder," you commanded in between the kiss. The two of you increased your pace.

Finally, you could feel that your pussy was almost full. "I'm cumming!" A big squirt came out of you as soon as you said that. "Ah!" You yelled, your hips shaking.

"Yes, yes," Jimin seconded as he slapped his cock on your vagina.

Your body dropped on top of him when you finally let everything out. Your back could feel his heart beat.

"You're so perfect," he whispered on your ear in between his panting.

"And so are you."

[2ynjns]

when their fem!friend turns into a 5-year-old || tomorrow x together

scenario: you turned 18 years old a few months after huening kai did and one day you woke up into your five year old self. having to live alone away from your family, you didn’t know what to do so you decided to call your best friends and told them to come to your place as soon as possible.

yeonjun

as soon as he arrives at your place, he is shocked

but lord knows how this man loves kids

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE GOT EXCITED SEEING WILL AND BEN FROM TROS?!

Anyway

“y/N?! who’s kid is this?! WHERE ARE YOU?! whY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HER?! IS SHE YOUR HIDDEN LOVE CHILD?!”

“no mf! it’s me! y/n! in my 5 year old self”

he would NOT question how why what where and when

he’s just be like “AWWEEEE Y/NNNNN SO CUTE” and hugs you

would take care of you

he’s going to *try* to help you go back to your normal form

but he’s lowkey praying inside that you’d stay as your 5 year old form

you’d be like >:(( HELP ME PLEASE

and he’d just be like cooing at you

“aweee little baby” “don’t be upset! you’re cuter this way.”

and you’d be like (- _ -)

eventually you would give up asking for his help

so you’d just sit on the couch alone pouting with crossed arms

he’d giggle at the sight and take a picture of you and would send it to the other boys

but he’d cook food for you so you won’t be upset anymore

“do you want some ramen?” and you would be nodding furiously

you’re one hungry babie

then after he cooks you would try sitting on the dining chair but it’s too high

so he’d giggle EVEN MORE and help you up

he would carry you everywhere with any way possible

he’d carry you like a sack, or like a newborn, or like a toddler

he’d most likely follow you around to watch you, like a kid, well technically you are

he would also hold your hands everywhere you go

“jjun, it’s still me, just even smaller.”

“well i still need to follow you around, what if you need help? what if you hurt yourself? look at you and your tiny self.” and he’s gonna shake his head

you took a nap with him on the couch, your tiny form laying on top of him like a baby

then you woke up and you realize you’re at your big form again

BUUUT yeonjun, instead, is in his 5 year old form

“OMG YEONJUN?!?!

soobin

mans is whipped as hell

without question, he’d know that small child inside your house alone is you

he wouldn’t even question if you were another kid or what, he just knows it’s you

WOULD IMMEDIATELY CALL THE OTHER BOYS

not to help you, but to tell you how adorable you looked

he would dress you up and do your hair

he’d treat you like a literal kid

he would dare to help you because he’s enjoying taking care of you

chile- you’d look like his kid no cap

he’d quickly go to the store to buy a cute dress and cute hair accessories

then he’d dress you up and put clips on your hair

“do you also want toys? i’ll get you some.”

you were like “well if you help me get back to my old form, i’d very much appreciate it.”

“uuhmmm… no.”

he would be forgetting your actual form and you’re mentally 18 years old

so when he makes you shit on his lap and play with you like a kid, you’d be like “bro i’m 18”

he’d stop working and stare at you

error 101

“oh yeah huh.”

he loves playing with your hair

treats you like his daughter

just like with yeonjun, you would give up and just let him do whatever he wants to do with you

he would brush your hair and tie it into two pigtails and put two big bows

soobin your hidden infantilization kink is showing LMAO

anyway, you’d need cuddles

so he’s be sitting on your couch and you’d be sitting on his lap, facing him and your face against his chest

rubbing your back and tapping your buttocks like a kid

you’d fall asleep, snoring lightly

few hours later you’d be waking up on the floor, in your normal self

you got up happy

and once you saw a small body laying on your couch, you’re like

(O . O)

“SOOBIN YOU’RE 5!!”

beomgyu

this mf

as soon as you explain to him that you transformed into your younger self….

would make fun of you

and laugh at you

“HAHSJIHSADHHEK Y/N IS A KID HHHHH”

you’d cry, you really didn’t want to make fun off most especially you’re way smaller now and you can’t hit him

so he’d stop and say sorry

he wouldn’t help you either

not because he doesn’t want to, he just don’t know how to

so instead, he’d take you out on an amusement park

and he’d make you have fun in your little self

“do you wanna ride the carousel?”

you’d look at him weirdly while you waddle away from him

“sure i guess.”

you got in the ride and chose the light blue horse

but guess what, because you’re tiny you can’t get on the horse

so he’ll carry you up

and poke fun of you again

“aigoo wittle y/n is even wittle”

then he’d crack a laugh

you’d get upset and pout, then you’d look away

throughout the whole ride you would be looking away from him

not paying attention on what he’s babbling

once you leave the ride he’s kneel in front of you

“did i make you upset? awe i’m sorry” :(

then he’d pat your head

and hug you

you’ll be hugging him back, wrapping your arms around his neck

then, he’d just carry you, legit

and next stop is the ice cream stall

still carrying you

“why did you carry me?” “you walk slow,” you’d roll your eyes

the worker would coo at you and beomgyu

“awee your sister is so cute! here you can have this strawberry ice cream for free!”

then eat it in one bite, “beomgyu, i want more”

the worker is like o.O how??

anyway you got your second ice cream

at the end of the day, beomgyu slept with you in your bedroom. he’s cuddling you as if he’s protecting you from the monsters.

the next morning you felt small hands wrapped around your waist

so you opened your eyes and looked down

“omo. gyu wake up! i’m big now and you’re the small one!”

taehyun

taehyun taehyun tsk tsk

he’s the most rational one

at first he wouldn’t be convinced that it’s you, that you’re the kid

so he’d search for big y/n inside your place

to find out there’s no big y/n around and realizes that the small y/n is the big y/n in the small y/n form

if that makes sense

WELL ANYWAY

he’d sit on the couch, then he’d also sit you on the couch

examine you from head to toe

then he’d just smile widely and lift your small feet

“hehehe so smol”

You: >:(((

he’d pull your hair playfully to annoy you because this man is secretly whipped for you

he just keep on denying it

he’d also take a lot of pictures and videos of you

mostly to keep it and blackmail you with it

he’s the only person who’s gonna try to help you go back to your normal form

although he doesn’t want to, he’d still help you

“how did you turn like... this small?”

you blinked and sipped the chocolate milk that he gave you

“i woke up like this.”

(-_-) “y/n you’re not beyonce”

>>:((( “i’m not lying! i literally woke up and i’m 5 instead of 18!” you fought

you crossed your arms which made you spill the chocolate milk on your shorts

*shakes head*

he’d try to look for clothes in your closet that would fit your small body

but no clothes meh meh

he’d quickly run to the nearest store and get you the cuTEST jumper set and headband

he just found it cute, d w he doesn’t have a bad dollification/infantilization kink unlike soob

he’d also grab some tteokbokki on the way

lowkey worried if you were doing okay alone at your place

but like even though you’re mentally 18, you’re still physically 5 so for some reason he thinks you’re lowkey incapable not in a bad way tho

my god you would devour the tteokbokki

“jeez, don’t eat like a kid.” and wiped your mouth

you sitting in the chair with stacks of pillow to boost you up, also waddling your feet since it doesn’t reach the ground

“technically, i AM a kid.” *munches on tteokbokki*

while you’re bored on the floor, laying on your stomach, taehyun is just on his phone

you had no idea but he’s quietly searching about your situation

you suddenly fell asleep

he heard your snores

he cooed and guess what

more videos!

he also fell asleep on the floor, both of you laying on your stomach and facing each other

around midnight you felt a sudden urge to drink water

so you opened your eyes

and yoU SCREAMED

“TAE YOU’RE A CHILD!!!!!”

huening kai

this loud mf will scream once he steps inside your place to see a child sitting on the floor holding your phone

“Y/N WHO IS THIS KID?!”

“shut up! i’m y/n! get your butt over here and help me!”

he was lowkey scared to be near you

but he’s be sniffing you, lifting your arms and legs

then he’d giggle

“heh you’re cute.”

he’d take you to his dorm actually

although all the boys are there cooing at you and babying you, you’re just in kai’s room mostly

he’d give you all his plushies

compare your size with his plushies’ sizes

then he’d giggling some more

once you felt a little tired you laid in his bed with arms open looking up in the ceiling

“being a kid is boring.”

next think you know he’s rubbing your belly

WILL RUB YOUR BELLY NON STOP

okay but you know how kid’s bellies are usually rounded and not flat?

exactly

that’s why kai loves to rub your belly

he’d give you piggy back rides

don’t really know how to baby you because he’s a baby himself

but he understand your baby nature

babies unite!!!

he’d let you braid his hair or tie it

you’d be sitting in the couch and him on the floor while you put random clips on his hair

then the other boys would videotape it

“look at both of our babies… aigooooo!” -txt

would make cupcakes together

your little self would just be passing the ingredients to him while he does all the work

but hey it’s still teamwork yk

after both of you would be high of sugar

very very energetic

also is obsessed with your laughs

the pitch is higher and cuter

so he’d purposely make you laugh

and he’d be clapping bc of how adorable you are

would ask the older boys to order you food just for you too

“c’mon hyung, little y/n is hungry”

“just tell us that YOU are hungry”

still ends up ordering a lot of food

you’re slurping the jjajangmyeon and he’s be hella ready to wipe your mouth for you

would also clip your hair back

but he’d accidentally pinch your scalp instead

“kai, that hurts!”

“eeehhh sorry :””(“

after eating all the food

you’d be knock out on his bed

then him next to you

both of yall cuddling a plushie each

he wakes up first tho

“y/n wake up! you’re normal!”

you opened your eyes to see a 5 year old kai

“am i dreaming or you’re 5?”

[canadian-riddler]

idk if tumblr ate my ask but. if it did, 30 (obsession) for the riddler or scriddler?

Tumblr says, ‘your other ask was delicious, nom nom nom’

I says, ‘even if it hadn’t this is taking me a really long time because the music I’m listening to has made me too hype to write with any speed at all’

AO3 :D

‘Obsession’

Characters: Jonathan Crane, Edward Nygma [Scriddler]

The first time Jonathan saw him was on the front page of the newspaper.  He could say with absolute certainty that was the day it started. 

Before that day Jonathan would have been first in line to declare there was no such thing as a human being that was so attractive that one could not control themselves.  It was poppycock, he insisted.  Anyone who allowed something as primal as hormones to waylay their every thought was a weakling and a fool.  Jonathan had looked upon a lifetime of people and had never so much as done a single double-take.

The newspaper was in a browbeaten metal box next to a bus stop.  It was locked and the only access was either by key, vandalism, or coin.  Jonathan obviously did not have a key, the location made it difficult to vandalise, and he was loath to pay for absolutely anything.  But one of those three he needed choose, and he justified the third by telling himself it was a small price to pay to get the newspaper into his hands and thus have physical evidence that the man pictured there really was not so beautiful as his memory was bound to recall him.  He tucked it under his arm and did not look at it until he was safely home, and he discovered he was correct: he was not so beautiful as he recalled.  He was even moreso.

Jonathan put the newspaper into his desk drawer and failed not thinking about it.  Every single minute of every single day was haunted by the image of the beautiful man printed upon its face.  He could not sleep for the thought of it.  His lectures at the university, already marred with his general disinterest with being there, were now riddled with pauses and repetition as his thoughts unravelled even while he was speaking them.  He was well-known to the staff as a solitary and unpleasant creature, so his constant inquiries as to the man in the newspaper were met mostly with confusion and dismissal.  He was disgusted in himself for the asking but he could not stop.

Until the night he no longer had to, for he entered his apartment to find Edward there within it.  He stood in the doorway to his bedroom motionless and thoughtless and directionless.

“Well,” Edward said, his voice beautiful and direct from his lips to Jonathan’s ears, “you wanted me.  Here I am.”

Jonathan had never put a single neuron into concluding what Edward must have smelled like, but all of the ones available were thinking about it now.  He had no name to put to the man’s subtle scent other than ‘perfect’.  And he was draped casually across Jonathan’s desk, which would doubtlessly cause it to sink into the wood and remain there long after he left as an olfactory spectre which Jonathan would find himself unable to escape.

His hair was in that god-awful tousled style that Jonathan would now never be able to see on another man without thinking of him.  It was that certain colour that was achieved only by maple leaves only on one day of the year and some of it was visible from the top of the shirt of which he had not done up the top few buttons.  Jonathan had a nearly visceral need to see the rest of it, and whereupon it ran down his torso, down towards his artfully concealed genitals.  Jonathan’s own were filling with a steady heat it was already too late to hide.  Not even the rare shame threatening to wash through him was enough to convince his barely used equipment to settle back where it belonged.  For all his former conviction, it turned out he shared this carnal similarity with all those he had debased after all.

Edward laughed.  It was condescending, and Jonathan hated that he deserved it.  Edward swung himself to sitting with his knees spread and Jonathan hated that he had done it.  “Surely you haven’t been stalking me all this time just so you could stare at me,” Edward said.  “What was your aim, hm?  Did you mean to lock me up in your basement, perhaps?”

Jonathan had indeed fantasized many times about that very thing.  About restraining him, naked, to the wall with manacles which would chafe and bruise and ruin his beautiful skin.  He would leave him down there until he was emaciated and weak and then this would all end for he would have been made ugly as all of humanity was.

Edward shook his head and twitched his wrist up to eye level.  “I’m out of time, I’m afraid.  Good talk.”  And he simply stood and left as Jonathan stared after him, his entire body rigid and unmoving.

The obsession somehow escalated from there.

His room was soon plastered with every newspaper page which contained any mention of Edward.  Any and all news stories about him were preserved on video tape.  He dreamed and he dreamed and he dreamed of Edward, and he had never before been one for masturbation, but it did not matter how often or in what way he did it for the intense sexual desire Jonathan had for him never ceased.  In the dreams Edward was always beautiful, always enticing Jonathan to come to him, but when he did his hands could not feel the shape of him nor could his mind conjure up any image of what he may have looked like beneath his clothes and he knew it was because whatever he managed to think up would be so far inferior to the real thing that it was not worth the effort to visualise.  He lost hours sitting at his desk, the scent Edward had left behind erasing all notion of time or purpose.

Then Edward began to turn up in Jonathan’s daily life.

Jonathan did not ever have to look for him.  He would simply appear at places where Jonathan was already fated to be.  Some of these places were common sense and some of them were not, but Edward appeared in all of them nonetheless.  Jonathan could not leave his apartment without scanning every person he passed for Edward.  He could not remain inside of his apartment without scanning every person who passed the window for Edward.  Night was the only time he could continue his work, and continue his work he did for he had concluded it was his only way out of this.  Edward had stolen his body and so Jonathan would steal his mind.

When next Jonathan saw him the toxin was ready.  He approached, which he had never done before.  Edward’s smile implied he had anticipated such a thing and Jonathan hated the thrill it sparked in his stomach. 

“You have something in mind today, I take it?” Edward said.  His words were the lyrics to a song no one had the skill to write.  Jonathan nodded. 

“I have a truck parked out back.”

Edward hummed in satisfaction and followed him.  Jonathan did not want to take his eyes away when he lifted himself into the bed and leaned back in it as though it were his own and not Jonathan’s, but he had to.  He had to stop this now.  He removed the needle from the glovebox and concealed it behind his back.

“What have you got there?” Edward asked.  Jonathan did not answer.  He instead climbed onto the bed and straddled Edward and pressed his left wrist above his head, at which time he -

They were so close together.  And he knew.  Jonathan could tell that he knew, but he had come anyway.  All of this together stole Jonathan’s breath and his thoughts and replaced it with the violent need to grind his body against Edward’s until the ever-present ache between his legs was relieved at last.  He glanced downward to find that Edward’s bulge was no more present than it had been before, but his was firm beneath Edward’s knowing fingers.  He turned his head aside, into his right arm, in an attempt to dissipate the ensuing moan into his sleeve, but he knew the moment he did so it had not worked.

“Something tells me,” Edward said with accursed playfulness, “that drug isn’t going to be one of the ones I like.”

Jonathan could not answer because his ability to form words had been lost with a motion of Edward’s free hand.

“You know, if I wasn’t certain that was a lethal dose of your little fear experiment, I would have gone for it.  But as it is I’ll have to refuse.  No hard feelings.”

Jonathan bent down and pressed the point of the needle against the side of Edward’s neck.  Edward did not flinch.  Sweat was beading along Jonathan’s hairline and underneath his arms and the place where Edward’s hand was still bewitching him.  “If I kill you,” Jonathan murmured into his ear, “then this will end.”

“Why would you want it to?” Edward whispered.  His breath seemed to caress Jonathan’s skin.  “Tell me, Jonathan.  When was the last time you felt this much excitement?  This alive?  You never have, have you?  That’s why you’ve fallen into this so hard and so deep.  Your work gives you purpose, but it does not give you life.  Not like I do.”

Jonathan prayed that his grip upon Edward’s wrist would not weaken and that his thumb on the plunger would not falter.

“If you kill me,” Edward went on, the sound of his voice making Jonathan helpless, “you will never know the part of yourself that I have awoken.  And you can’t have that.  Can you.”

Jonathan’s breath stalled.  Edward’s eyes glittered knowingly in the dark and Jonathan could not stop looking at them.

“Drop the needle and do what you should have done when I laid myself out so nicely for you on your desk.”

Jonathan’s body obeyed against the panicked protestations of his mind.  He was kissing him at long last, hard and desperate.  His hand had released the needle and was clenching as much of Edward’s buttock as it could grasp, and Edward was laughing but Jonathan did not realise it until he ran out of breath.  He lowered his head to the breast of the man who had broken him and left it there.  Edward’s free hand was in Jonathan’s hair, at once reassuring and condescending, and he did not want for him to ever move it.

“Oh, Jonathan,” Edward fairly hummed into his ear, “you have been fun.”  And his hand, still holding Jonathan’s crotch, clenched and twisted it with sudden violence.  Jonathan saw white and that was all he was able to perceive for a good few moments.  His resumed awareness told him he was curled against the side of the truck, and once he had regained enough of his breath he scrabbled his hand up the bed until he could push himself to sitting.  He looked over his shoulder to see Edward sitting atop the other side, and as soon as their eyes met Edward smiled and swept his legs over the side and disappeared.  Jonathan could not get up fast enough to chase him and he noticed with a start that the syringe was gone.

Days went by.  Days, and then weeks, and then months.  Edward had gone.  He had vanished.  Jonathan tore through newspapers for mention of him in between glances at the ever-on television for a hint towards his whereabouts.  He scoured the Internet to the best of his limited ability and glowered at the publicly viewable footage and photographs and words describing the man who should have been his and only his.  He fantasized about storming into the places who thought they had the right to publish anything about him, inflicting upon them their worst fears and watching as the building burned to the ground before him.  He did not purposely sleep, and the occasions he found himself doing so he woke with clothes both sticky and sweat-soaked, driven by dreams of all the things he could have done when Edward had been beneath him but had not.

It was seven months and twenty-five days later when Jonathan received the postcard.  The photograph upon the front contained nothing he recognised, but the words upon the back froze his very blood:

You want me.  Here I am.

Jonathan learned then there was something worse than lust.  The rage that rose up in him was blinding and numbing and deafening, and a scream of fury tore a strip into the back of his throat that would echo for days.  His hands, divorced from any thought at all, tore the postcard asunder into a hundred jagged pieces and his eyes did not watch himself do it.  When vision returned to them his breath shuddered and his legs weakened.  He found himself kneeling on the floor amidst the fragments, and after a moment he began to gather them together in a panic.  “No,” he whispered to himself with a horror he would never learn how to inflict upon another.  “No!” 

He tried for hours to reassemble the card, but to no avail.  The pieces were too small and too many.  He held the scrap which contained the most of the words Edward had written and clenched it tightly within both hands.  And then Jonathan knew something which was nearly as horrible as the rage had been, and that was sorrow.  His body was a rigid inward curl and he cried hot and bitter tears into his own knees, his forehead pressed into his clasped hands.  Edward’s laugh was echoing in his ears.  Even now Jonathan could not find it ugly.

The sleep that came to Jonathan then was of a sort he had not known in years, deep and black and dreamless, and when he awoke and looked upon the evidence of what he had spent months upon months buried inside of he felt nothing.  He felt nothing at all.  Edward was still beautiful, but whatever part of him had cared was no longer there.  His eyes fell to the paper scattered upon the floor. 

“No,” he said to it.  “No, I think I will wait until it is you who wants me.”

And he rose to his feet and laughed and began to think of what he would do when finally that day came. 

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(Warning slight swearing. Please enjoy this is my first attempt at an x reader fan fiction. Let me know your thoughts. I'd totally appreciate it lots 💜 Also if you draw any fan art of this I'd love to see it. Also I MUST add! Thanks to an ask I submitted to the lovely and wonderful @kakyoin-shades it gave me inspiration to write this.)

Free the Future

Kakyoin x fem reader fan fiction

Chapter 1: Convincing the Crusaders

The five men stood looking over the ocean, they finally made it to Eygpt. Polnareff walked over to the woman they just fought against to check up on her (and to see if she was beautiful or not) and was horrified by her appearance. She had no teeth thanks to Star Platinum. The men laughed at his reaction.

They knew time was short and they had to keep on moving they made it to a nearby town, and Joseph Joestar handed his wallet to Avdol entrusting him to get the best vehicle that would get them across the open desert areas. He and his grandson Jotaro looked for a nearby pay phone. 

You just arrived in town in your dark blue, almost navy Ford Scorpio Mk I Saloon, you drove past Joseph and Jotaro while they were on the phone and you drove back around the side street. 

"Thank goodness I made it in time," You said with a sigh of relief.

You parked up along a side street and saw the dune buggy drive past with the remaining of the Stardust Crusaders. Your eyes widen when you saw Kakyoin chilling in the back seat your vision went hazy and you held your face.

"There's no time thinking about that right now. Come on (Y/N) stay focused."

You shook your head and slammed your hands down on the wheel to get yourself to focus again. You slowly followed the dune buggy and they didn't stop rather they slowed down as Joseph and Jotaro jumped into the back. 

"SHIT!" You yell you had to act quickly and stepped on the gas. 

At that moment you drove along side them on the narrow road, Polnareff started to curse and swear raising his fist at you as you overtook them, Avdol gripped the handrail and hung onto it for dear life as Polnareff began to chase you down. The others in the back was flung to the right, to the left, bumping into each other as well as the doors and the boot. 

"OH MY GOD! Polnareff slow down, what's got into you!" Joseph held his head before he was flung backwards again.

Polnareff grunted, "This damn driver what's their problem, I'll show them for showing off!"

You panicked as you were nearing the open desert area, you couldn't let them across it no matter what. You acted quickly Polnareff was on your tail and at that moment you drifted to the left and blocked the end of the street and you slammed on the breaks and you fell into the steering wheel your hands shaking your breathing heavy. 

"Oh CRAP!" Polnareff slammed on the breaks and stopped inches from your car. 

Jotaro and Kakyion fell into each other as Joseph slammed his head against the boot door. Avdol closed his eyes and awaited the impact. When everything came to a halt everyone had a sigh of relief all but Jotaro. He huffed in annoyance, adjusted his hat and vaulted himself out the back of the buggy. He stood on the road and glared at your car. Unfortunately for you the drivers side of your car was in front of his sights. He clenched his fists as marched up to the car. He gritted his teeth and he swung the door opened with one motion, he reached in and gripped your shirt, pulled you out the car and held you up so high you were practically dangling in his grip, you panicked as you saw the angry expression, it brought fear in your eyes. 

"What the HELL is your problem. Do you have any idea how dangerous that kind of driving is?! HUH do you! I should teach you a lesson for almost wrecking our new ride we just-" Jotaro got interrupted

"Jotaro stop! Don't hit her!" Avdol ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulder

 "Her?" Jotaro paused for a moment he then looked at you up and down and huffed.

He sighed and dropped you all while glaring at you. You landed with a thud and you started to rub your butt, but still looking at Jotaro's icy glare. Polnareff rushed out the car and rush up to you almost knocking over his younger friend.

"I am SO sorry mon chéri, my friend doesn't know any better. Are you okay?" Polnareff offered his hand to help you up. 

Avdol sighed and face palmed off course Polnareff couldn't help himself when a girl is about. Jotaro gritted his teeth and approached his tall haired friend. Polnareff helped you up and he smiled as well as checking you out at the same time. You smiled, but then it faded as Jotaro brushed past him and glared at you once again. 

"You better have a good reason for this you bitch!" Jotaro huffed.

You stared into his icy blue eyes, but then you noticed Joseph and Kakyion walking up to the others when you saw the young red haired teen you froze in fear your vision began to get hazy, your eyes began to lose focus.

"OI I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Jotaro pulled you close to him again.

You snapped back to reality and before you knew it an arm became between you both.

"Hey Jotaro that's enough, Don't really know what's going on here, but I want some answers." Joseph stood between you. You took a deep breath and folded your arms and closed your eyes to hide the fear and pain.

"I know where Dio's hideout is, I also know you are after him and you don't have much time left. I have a beach house nearby, we can stay at until tomorrow. Please. Don't cross that, desert." the last line had you slightly choked up and the men's eyes widen.  (Apart from Jotaro that is.) You quickly wiped your tears and stood proud in front of them.

"Mr Joestar this is kind of a blessing don't you think?" Polnareff whispered to the older gent.  "I mean, what luck, that someone knows the whereabouts of Dio"

"Hmm, I don't know about this Polnareff... She could be one of Dio's servants. And she happened to know we were in this town. Straight after dealing with another stand user..." Joseph folded his arms unsure what to believe.

"As much as I agree with Mr Joestar, we do need to cross the desert quickly and find Dio. But can we really trust this person..." Avdol looked down with concerned eyes.

Polnareff rushed to your side "Well, I believe her. If she was trying anything you think she'd blow up our car or even attack Jotaro. But she didn't." He winked at you and you smiled you were glad at least one of them was on your side. 

Kakyion walked past Jotaro and Joseph and placed his hand on his hip and stood next to his tall haired friend and smiled softly. 

"I also believe Polnareff, this is the turnout we are after. Think about it, no matter where we go we always get attacked. It's about time we have someone on our side and help us take down Dio." He folded his arms and gave you a nod to acknowledge you were on their side you quickly look to the ground as if you were shy from his gaze. 

"Hmm... You do have a point Kakyion. Perhaps we should try and trust them even a little" Joseph held his hat trying to decide what was really the best option. 

Jotaro pulled his hat down and smirks  "Yare Yare daze, she might be helpful for now, but as soon as she double cross us, Hmph don't worry. I'll kick her ass I don't care if she's a girl, Star Platinum will make sure she thinks twice before dealing with us." 

Joseph placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder and grinned " Ah yes, that sounds like a good idea, alright miss.... um uh-" 

You glared back at Jotaro you didn't like his tone and how he was judging you when you were the one trying to help him and his fellow comrades. You look up at Joseph and you force a smile. 

"Y/N but call me whatever you like." You respond to Joseph.

The Stardust Crusaders all take time to introduce themselves to you and after so long you finally get to know the name of the man that haunted your dreams. You smile softly and show gratitude to them all but Jotaro trusting you. He still glared at you, waiting for you to slip up at that moment.

"Well, since you have a beach house nearby I think it would be a good idea to have a bit of time to recuperate, Mr Joestar I think using both our vehicles would help with our luggage problem wouldn't you agree?" Avdol stood next to his older friend and extend his finger at both the cars still in the middle of the road. 

"Hmm, yes that is a good idea, you don't mind Y/N you do have a bigger boot than ours." Joseph simply asks "I also think it might be a good idea to spilt up between the cars. Jotaro and myself  will take the buggy. Avdol, Polnareff, Kakyion you take the um..." He walks around the back of your car to get the name of the model and his eyes widen.

"OH MY GOD! You have the Ford Scorpio Mk I! It's not even out in this region how did you get your hands on such a fancy classy car!" Joesph starts to gush over your car.

"Ah, I see you are a man that likes classy vehicles. You see I have a family friend called Tamsin..." You start to bond with Joesph telling him about Tamsin and that he's basically your version of Speedwagon (sporting a short ginger bowl cut, big moustache and 70's glasses.) in that if you need something he'll sort it out. No questions asked. 

Polnareff walks up to the passenger side of your dark blue car and opens it and is about to place his buttocks on the seat only to be pushed aside gently by Kakyion. 

"I call the front seat mon ami" Kakyion grins at him

"Huh? Since when? I got here first!" He stands in front of him and puffs out his chest.

"Since Mr Joestar said we should take both cars and besides..." Kakyion got cut off by Avdol

He pulled Polnareff's ear, dragging him to the other side of the car and opened the back door and pushed him in and sat next to him and folded his arms and huffed. Kakyion smiled softly chuckling to himself and sat down in the passenger seat. (Basically Avdol is sitting behind you in case you wondered) 

"If you were to sit in front you would distract Y/N with all your flirting or trying to touch her knee and besides" He winked at his friend, " You wouldn't want me to be sitting all by myself in the back would you?"

Polnareff huffed and folded his arms for a moment, but then placed an arm around his Egyptian friend. 

"Of course not can't leave my best bud all alone can I and besides," He grinned " We can stretch our legs more, too bad for you Kakyion." He giggled like a school girl while he extended his legs outwards.

"Hmm, is that so?" Kakyion smirked, looked into the mirror and shifted his seat backwards into Polnareffs knee before shifting it back to where it was, the Frenchman winced in pain and grabbed his knee.

"You did that on purpose, why you!" Polnareff leaned forward, but then you approached the car and he quickly sat back and pretend nothing happened he wanted to be on his best behaviour around you. Avdol softly chuckled and watched you wave to Joseph and Jotaro. He smiled out the window to his old friend and gave a small wave.  

You got in the car and you saw Avdol and Polnareff  in the back seats and you glance over to the passenger seat and Kakyion was sitting there giving you a soft smile. You immediately look ahead with a mix of emotions, fear, shyness and nervousness. Kakyion took note of your behaviour and wanted to reassure you.

"Please don't let what Jotaro said, get to you. He's been on edge for a while. He will warm up to you soon. But we all believe in you Y/N." Kakyion placed his warm hand on your shoulder and you look at him trying not to think of that horrible nightmare that keeps haunting your vision. 

You swallow hard and let out a heavy sigh before smiling back at him, " I appreciate that lots Kakyion, say you guys have been travelling since this morning, haven't you," You slowly reach for the glove box and the men in the back moved forward and prepared for the attack. "I thought you'd appreciate some nice cold Coca Cola."

You turn with 3 Coca Cola bottles in your hand and see them with angry expression and you let out a shriek that you drop the bottles. Kakyion leans in close his arm brushes against yours in a swift motion and he catches the necks of the bottles in his fingers. He slowly sits back up and gives you a warm smile all while placing the bottles on his lap. A small blush grew on your cheeks, he was so close you could smell his scent, musky with a hint of cherry. You nod back in relief, but you turned your attention the gentlemen in the back seats with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry miss Y/N you can understand our reflexes we haven't had it easy the past 40 or days or so" Avdol looks at you with a guilty expression. 

"I'm sorry my darling its just anytime we've tried to relax something happens. I hope you can forgive us" Polnareff clasped his hands together, his eyes almost reduced to tears.

"It's okay, " You give a sheepish smile, "I understand I truly do and once we are at the beach house I'll explain..." You slowly sigh and close your eyes, "I'll tell you everything." You open your eyes with a determined look.

You see Joseph and Jotaro in the buggy and they have reversed out the way for your car to squeeze past.  As the cars lined up just before you were in front  you wind down the window and you lean outwards.

"Mr Joestar its going to be a 3 hour drive, it's just south of the border just follow my lead and if you and Jotaro need to make a pit stop anywhere, just flash your lights at me and I'll get the signal." You smile at him and beep your horn a few times " See you in a while" 

"Right you are Y/N. To be honest, I'd rather wait until we make it to the beach house before we can take it easy. See you in a few hours." He gives a small wave to you and smiles while giving a big wave to Avdol and Polnareff in the back.

You slowly drove along the main road of the town, you look in the mirror and see Joseph is close behind you. You smile, knowing that everything was going smoothly. Kakyion smiled by you and leaned towards you as he leaned into the back to give his friends their bottles of Coca Cola. 

"Y/N Thank you so much you have no idea how much I've been dying for a drink" Polnareff smiled as he gripped the bottle 

"It is a very nice gesture Y/N so very thoughtful of you my dear." Avdol smiled as he raised his bottle to the mirror as his way of saying thank you. 

Polnareff tapped Avdols arm and whispered "Hey Avdol I can't open this bottle you think I can use Silver Chariot to pry the bottle cap off?" 

"Hmm, I suppose you could, but don't let Y/N see you" He places his hand over the side of cheek to hide his lips from your view "She might not understand stands as such, though if you were to open yours could you do mines also?" He brought his bottle closer.

You smile, taking in the hustle and bustle of the busy streets with vendors on both sides of the town, you realise about the Coca Cola bottles and you reach down to the side pocket of your door and you hand Kakyion a bottle opener not once taking your eyes off the road. You gasped slightly at his warm touch of his fingers as he slowly takes it from you. 

"Oh, thank you Y/N. I was wondering how I was going to open this" He smirked and laughed slightly while looking at his friends in the back as Polnareff stuck out his tongue while aiming Silver Chariot's arm with such concentration.

Just then BANG Silver Chariot's sword flung both the bottle caps into the air and the pressure of the Coca Cola spouted upwards landing on the Frenchman and the Egyptian man leaving them with half of the liquid left in the bottle, other half soaked them. Avdol pushed Polleraff in annoyance before grabbing his bottle and laughing heartily. Polleranff joined him in chuckling loudly. 

Kakyion smiled softly and grinned " I was going to offer this" waving the bottle opener at them "But you managed to open it all by yourself, I wonder how that is so, hmm?" Oh he very much knew how.

Avdol sat forward and grinned "Oh yes, that well, uh I used my super strength to open it." He chuckled loudly to hide the embarrassment in his voice oh Polnareff was going to pay for this later. 

Kakyion brought the bottle to his lips and began to drink the Coca Cola while the gents in the back chuckled and drank theirs, just then Polleranff had an idea pop into his head. He tapped his Egyptian friend to get his attention and pointed at the back window and gave his Coca Cola bottle a shake, Avdol smirked and grinned as he knew exactly what he was thinking. 

Joseph and Jotaro followed behind you slowly and Jotaro slumped more in the seat, resting his arm on the door and placing his chin on his hand as he took in the vendors as they drove passed. 

"What the hell!" Joseph frowned, looking at your car in front 

He saw his two friends shake their bottles of Coca Cola and Polleranff taking a slow chug and giving a satisfying "uh-huh" and a cheeky grin before shaking it again.

Joseph gripped the steering wheel harder and gritted his teeth "Son of a bitch! Do you see this Jotaro! They are having Coca Cola without me!"

Jotaro glanced forward and deeply sighed "What a pain.." before pulling his hat down to his face and adjusted himself ready for a snooze.

You look into the mirror and see Joseph with an annoyed look and you then see both the men in the back chuckling and giggling slapping their knees. You smile at how close they are as friends. Kakyion softly smiles and enjoys more of his Coca Cola and places the bottle opener into the glove box. 

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Two and a half hours had passed and the laughter had eventually died down from the back of the car both the men rested their heads against each other as they fell asleep with how smooth your driving was. Kakyion looked back at his friends and smiled warmly he looked at you while you gave the road all your attention.

"Take this a compliment Y/N Avdol doesn't normally fall asleep in our car journeys, the fact is that he must really trust you. It is warming to see him so relaxed." Kakyion rested his hand on his chin as he places his elbow on the door.

"I had no idea Mr Avdol was always cautious. I'm just glad he can get some rest and feel relaxed." You reply while looking out to the open road with the odd car passing you.

Kakyion looked at you curiously " Say Y/N you mind me asking and of course you will explain everything shortly, but could you tell me, why are you helping us?"

*Cue the start of Roundabout theme* 

Your breath got shaky at him pressing you to talk, you gripped the steering wheel your palms got sweaty, your vision got hazy, but you shook your head to snap back to reality. He looked at you with concern his eyes fixated on you with how you are acting  and shifted himself forward  leaning towards you and awaited your answer.

"I'll just say these two words for now," you replied with a shaky squeak.

"Hol Horse..." 

[<--------To Be Continued----------]

Chapter 2

[jj-ktae]

Papers - Prologue -

Title : Papers Pairing : Park Jinyoung x Fem!Reader Genre : Victorian Era, Romance, Fluff, Angst, smut-ish,  Words : 1086 Summary : In the merciless 1850′s, Park Jinyoung finds solace in tiny pieces of paper and their owner.

Will be updated every Wednesday at 9 p.m CEST (Yes, I will!)

I, II, III, 

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Prologue

Jinyoung considers himself a good student. He listens to the lectures, writes notes down, doesn’t fall asleep and most importantly, attends all his classes. He has good grades, is organised, his part of the house is clean and he has enough free time to do rest.

He can say so because his friends are the opposite.

A literature major seemed like the best option when he got out of what he calls death. He felt proud, like he had achieved something great and was about to become someone important after years of fighting against prejudice.

It made everything more stable. He was able to take revenge on his messy childhood and make people forget about his chaotic environment.

So why did it become so tasteless?

As the professor continues speaking with the same monotone voice, he feels like collapsing.

He is damn bored.

“I’m about to fall asleep,” He hears, his head suddenly too heavy for his usually perfectly fitting hand, “if he doesn’t stop talking, I will die.”

“You never come to the Philosophy class, Jackson.” Another voice answers, as bored as ever. “That’s also what you said when Sir Miller asked who you were even though it’s December.”

Jackson grunts, the memory still too painful for him. “Training got cancelled so I figured I’d do something productive and move my buttocks to this torture room. Sometime I wonder why I still listen to my own ideas. Next time please hit me, Jaebeom.”

“I can still do so right after this class.” Jaebeom answers, shrugging in the middle of his erratic writing. He looks concentrated, focused and totally immersed.

“You’re writing poems again. You’re not listening either.” Jackson snorts, crossing his arms over his desk to find a better position.

“This is how you act like you care, Jacks.”

“I’m not as sneaky as you. I can’t act like I’m interested if I just want to pull my hair one by one.” Jackson answers, before nodding toward Jinyoung. “Look at him, he is dead inside.”

“At least Jinyoung can be sneaky and have good grades.”

Jinyoung wonders how he does that. It’s probably not about being a genius – they don’t pick a major they don’t care about. Maybe it’s his memory. It prints everything and puts them in folders, neat into his brain and ready to flow right when needed.

“Jinyoung is….not like us.” Jackson yawns before falling asleep.

Jaebeom steals one last glance at his friends before going back to his messy sheet, muttering about boring classes and painful wood seats.

Jinyoung wants to disappear.

--

It’s like this every day. Jinyoung gets up after endless nagging from Jaebeom, fights with Jackson because the guy uses his cologne and rushes to class. He manages to listen to the first one, then his mind goes blank.

Nothing is important.

Jackson often tells him to tag along after his sword training. He explains they get to meet with young ladies but Jinyoung rejects the offer, explaining he isn’t interested.

And they fight again.

He only enjoys one subject and it is Creative Writing. During those classes, he can think for himself and leave that pattern he hates. Jinyoung finds himself coming up with stories and scenarios, all different and somehow related to a story he wishes to have.

It transforms his surroundings, makes him stop questioning life and erases that filth surrounding him against his will. During those classes he can stop being Park Jinyoung, one of the three dirty orphans who ran away from the orphanage to live a simple life in the merciless world of the 1850’s.

How he hates that world, where hard work and labour defines wealth, where wealth defines importance and where the rich hit the poor with the right hand while feeding medicine with the left.

Jinyoung knows he should be thankful. Him, Jaebeom and Jackson are here after one rich merchant paid for their education but he can’t. He isn’t like them, he has no purpose. Jaebeom wants to become a poet and he is very good at it while Jackson wields a sword like a warrior. He has nothing, nothing but a thirst for books and dreamy thoughts.

Everything is too unfair to be precious to him.

Today the teacher gives them the only rule for their literature project : Live your story. He has no idea what it means and the fact that he can pick whatever project he wants makes it even harder.

So while Jackson complains about why he can’t write an excessively explicit erotic scenario, Jinyoung thinks again. It sounds easy, reality is scary but not impossible to modify.

“He is writing about heartbreaks again, Jinyoung.” Jackson nudges him, his pen behind his ear. “What are you going to do?”

Jinyoung takes a tiny piece of paper and writes a simple Hi on it. “Jacks, give me your chewing gum.”

The latter makes a face, his brow rising in disgust. “You know I can give you a clean one if you’re craving-”

“Shut up, just put it here.” He hands him the piece of paper and waits. As soon as the gum is there he places it under the table, before going back to his scenario.

“Are you going to explain…?” Jaebeom cuts him, his eyes going from Jackson to Jinyoung because he was probably off for too long again.

“Next time let’s sit here. If I get an answer, I’ll write my scenario about this.” Jinyoung says, his smile now back because he can’t wait for the next chapter.

“About how you vandalize the school property?” Jackson wonders, eyes fixed on his own sheet.

Jinyoung sighs, shaking his head. “It’s an experiment. I wrote a simple greeting and if I get an answer, then I’ll write about it.

“And if you don’t?”

Jinyoung leans on his chair, tilting his head. “I won’t submit anything.”

--

Jinyoung waits. It takes a week before he ends up at the same seat. The teacher is busy giving instructions but Jinyoung is turning deaf.

He waits, looks around, hopes it worked.

Jackson and Jaebeom are looking at him as he carefully runs his fingers under the table. His fingers touch the thick wood like it’s a sculpture and when he feels a little piece of paper he try not to get too excited. It could definitely be the one he stuck last week.

He takes it out and turns it around.

“So…?”

His mouth curves upward as he turns the piece of paper toward his friends.

Hi ! 

He’s got an answer.

[addercharmer]

Izumi is sleeping soundly when the emergency ringtone she set for Rei starts going off.

She's literally jumping out of her bed as she hits the answer button, wide awake and ready for anything.

"Rei!" She exclaims, worried as all hell as she throws a hoodie over her shoulders.

"Please...park...Touya…" Is all Izumi can make out, she's pulling on her slipper boots when the call is cut off as soon as she opens her door after getting them both on.

"Shit, shit, shit." She swears as she throws open Nezu's door.

"Dad! Rei called, call Tsukauchi and Recovery girl!" She shouts at him before she's slamming the door behind her and bolting out of the house as quickly as she can.

She runs full sprint to the park. Izumi sees Rei holding Touya who is bleeding from multiple cuts. Natsuo and Fuyumi are clinging to her skirt, and Shoto is in a baby carrier on her back, all of them shivering in the cold from the lack of proper clothes for the cold.

Izumi runs to them, she pulls Touya into her own arms before she crouches in front of the two kids holding onto Rei.

"Get on kiddos, we are gonna be moving fast." She tells them calmly, she feels four arms wrap around her throat and four legs around her waist, standing carefully to adjust to the weight.

"Follow close Rei, we aren't far away." Izumi says over her shoulder as she starts to move as a fast jog, Rei keeps up well but Izumi can tell she's running on fumes.

The door is unlocked as Izumi crashes into the house, she doesn't bother kicking off her shoes she just bolts to the dining room to lay Touya on the table, she heads back to the living room and crouches by the couch where Rei is sitting clutching Shouto closely.

"Off we go kiddos, go sit with your mom. I'll take care of Touya until Recovery girl gets here." She's gentle but firm when she talks to them, she knows better than to sound panicked, it takes a lot of effort to stay calm.

On her way back to the dining room she grabs the first aid kit from the small closet, she's already opening it as she puts it next to Touya's head on the table.

"Sorry Touya, this will probably hurt." She whispers to the unconscious boy.

First she pulled out scissors and cut away his shirt and pants. She's angry, so, so angry at the wounds on the child she wants to go and beat up Endeavour right now.

"Tsukauchi-san and Chiyo-san are on their way, Tsukauchi's E.T.A is five minutes, Chiyo's is half an hour." Nezu tells her from the entryway.

"Awesome, I can get the surface wounds stitched and splint any broken bones, she will just need to check the rest." Izumi says as she's pouring rubbing alcohol over her hands and into one of the collapsible bowls from the kit, she won't use it again unless it's to wash her hands the same way a second time.

She's snapping on her gloves before she pauses. "Can you call the gang over? Rei is gonna be busy with Tsukauchi and I can't watch all the kids if I'm in here with Touya. You also know where the USB is for evidence, I've been updating it daily." She asks and then explains and directs, she feels the pinch between her eyebrows as she concentrates on too many things.

Nezu nods at her and heads back to the living room leaving her alone to work on the injured boy, Izumi is thankful that she can leave everything else to him now and focus on helping Touya.

The doorbell rings as Izumi is halfway through wiping down Touya's body to see the wounds better, the cuts are bleeding heavily and it's worrying her about the amount of blood being lost. She ignores it and finishes what she's doing, she ignores whoever just walked into the room trying to talk to her as she resets Touya's ankle and then wrist.

He wakes and screams loudly when the snap of his wrist bone going back into place echoes along with it.

Izumi has to push him back down on the table. Her hands are firm but her voice is gentle, suddenly there are another pair of gloved hands pressing on Touya's shoulders.

"Hey Touya, it's Izumi, I don't know if you remember me from the park but we played tag together." She says as she wraps the wrist tightly, even though he's fallen unconscious again at the pain, she needs to talk right now just to filter some thoughts.

"I'm sorry I hurt you but I had to put your bone in the right place." She explains. "I'm also really sorry that it's gonna hurt when I stitch these cuts closed, I will put numbing cream on them, but sometimes it isn't enough. A few of them I could glue together but I never trusted the glue to hold personally, I used to have to stitch myself up a lot so I got pretty good at it, really I should get my first aid certification."

Izumi notes she will have to wipe each cut again before she uses the cream and starts stitching. She feels terrible that she has to hurt Touya to help him.

She starts with first turning Touya over to get at the worst cut that goes diagonally across his back, from left shoulder blade to deeply into his right buttock, it's the longest and deepest, any deeper would have nicked his spine.

"Shit." Izumi hears Oboro swear from where the other hands are helping her.

"Put a doughnut shaped cloud under his face." She demands quickly now that she knows her helper can make Touya more comfortable.

She loses herself in the motions. Clean, cream, stitch, clean, cream, stitch, as she moves from cut to cut. She can feel herself humming and trying to comfort herself and Touya who is still unconscious.

Oboro at one point was ordered to go get the other two first aid kits, Izumi had almost run out of thread and she felt her needle becoming blunt making it that much harder and no doubt more painful to use.

She's working on the last cut that is a deep split through the corner of Touya's bottom lip when she's broken from her trance by something hitting her lightly on the thigh.

"Good work girl." Recovery girl says to her before she's pulling a chair over and hopping up on it.

"We will have to expand further on this talent." The woman says again as she examines the stitches and splints critically before nodding in approval.

Izumi just nods herself and backs away from the table with a heavy sigh, she's tired and her neck and shoulders hurt from being bent over and the constant repeated motions.

"I scanned him with a portable device that allows me to check bones and inner tissue as you worked." Recovery girl tells her and turns the machine to show Izumi. "Tell me what you see."

"Bruised ribs, bruised lower intestine, broken left wrist and right ankle, broken nose, concussion, multiple contusions." Izumi list's blankly. "I don't know how to set a nose." She also admits woodenly, she hadn't noticed that it was broken.

"Come here." Recovery girl directs, her voice is a lot sharper than Izumi was used to.

Once Izumi is close enough Recovery girl grabs her hands and frames Touya's nose with her fingers, then simply uses her hands over Izumi's own to jolt the cartilage back into place.

"Like that." Recovery girl says simply. Izumi feels a little sick at how the woman just...seems to be fine with a child laying on a table covered in stitches with broken bones.

Recovery girl's lips then stretch and she plants a kiss on Touya's head and right ankle. "All I can really do is clear up the concussion and heal the broken ankle." She admits, this time Izumi can hear the sorrow and it loosens the tight feeling in her chest.

"Go clean yourself up girl, the others need to know the boy's status, and you can't tell them covered in his blood. Shirakumo too, he can make a screen so they won't see you."

Izumi feels like she has been wrung out, she is numb but present. She and Oboro walk behind a wall of clouds up the stairs, he uses the bathroom first to clean his arms of the small amount of blood on them, he leaves his hoodie in the bathroom as well because of the blood from where he had to lean across the table, thankfully his shirt is clean and he doesn't have to borrow one of hers.

Izumi gets into the shower fully clothed, she just stands there under the spray lost in her anger and sadness.

She collapses on her knees and cries, roughly ripping her clothes off her body and throwing them at the wall of the shower. She wanted to scream but knew that it would be heard so she just choked on her sobs behind her hands, she hadn't been able to protect them, she failed and now a seven year old boy was paying for her mistake.

Izumi made herself calm down, she forced it all into a box to deal with later, she knew once she had spoken to Tsukauchi she could break down trusting the others to comfort Rei and her children, Izumi couldn't, she knew she couldn't.

Struggling back to her feet, Izumi was happy that her hair was in tight twin braided buns and that she had kept her hair from being under the spray of the water. She started to scrub her skin. It wasn't the first time she had been covered in blood, just the first time it wasn't her own, she sobbed a little, but held on to her emotions as best she could.

Once she was dressed and back downstairs Tsukauchi stops her from getting closer to the others in the room.

"Nezu-san, could you please tell me of the events that happened tonight." Tsukauchi said after Izumi had agreed to speak with him in the kitchen.

"I was woken by my phone ringing, it was a special tone just for Rei-san. I didn't hear much of what she was saying but I did catch 'please, park, and Touya'. I knew they were in a bad way, abused people generally recognize each other. I woke dad and then ran to the park where we met them. I took Touya from Rei-san and had Natsuo and Fuyumi climb on my back. We ran here where I then set Touya's broken ankle and wrist before stitching up thirteen cuts of varying lengths and depths. Recovery girl then showed me a scan from some machine she had. Bruised ribs, bruised lower intestine, broken left wrist, right ankle, and nose, concussion, multiple contusions. Recovery girl then taught me how to set a broken nose." Izumi speaks clearly and carefully, she was being recorded and with Tsukauchi's quirk she had to be careful.

"Thank you Nezu-san." Tsukauchi stands and bows to her.

"Wait, please. You need to help them, he will kill them if this continues." Izumi begs, she can feel tears running down her cheeks again, she can't help herself, can't stop herself anymore. "Please."

Tsukauchi sighs and keeps walking. Izumi doesn't know how long she sits at the table crying before she feels a paw on her knee.

"Dad." Izumi cries harder, she pulls him into her lap and holds him as she cries into his shoulder.

He hums a soft tune for her and just lets her cry on him and hold him tightly as he pats the top of her head.

"Come now, the others need to be settled. Keigo has offered his bed for the children, and I have offered mine to Rei. I have also called the school to let them know that all six of us will not be present tomorrow." Nezu says as he wiggles in her hold, to get free.

She lets him go, and waits a little to stand and follow him, her tears have run dry, but she still feels hollowed out.