#(ME SITTING BACK SIPPING MY Hot Choco)

[koushirouizumi]

Digi-reference Book: "This {Mega} is enshrined in the aerial city known as Larc, which floats high above the vast {Net Ocean}, shrouded from view by massive clouds. Thanks to the expansive capabilities of Larc, Quantumon is able to {absorb massive amounts of data from the Net Ocean}, letting it {simulate billions upon trillions of potential futures}. It works alongside its followers in implementing the best measures to prevent disasters that may one day plague the Digital World."

[noellesturniolo]

hiiii! could you maybe do one where the reader is nervous about spending Christmas with the triplets for the first time and also nervous because this is the first Christmas without her family but Matt helps her feel more comfortable (friends to lovers with Matt) ❤️❤️

𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

summary: friends to lovers with matt, the ask

warnings: anxiety, panic attack, y/n pov!!

Snow is falling, it’s pretty I won’t lie. Apart of me misses home though, don’t get me wrong being outside late at night walking with the triplets admiring the lights and snow is an amazing feeling. When every distraction is gone i’m left with this feeling of emptiness. We just got back from our walk through the neighborhood and got back to the triplets childhood home.

I moved in with the triplets a couple months ago and they had asked me to spend Christmas with their family and them and I couldn’t say no, and here I am sitting by the window of the guest room watching the snow fall and the pretty lights of other houses while the triplets are downstairs with their family. I’m left without mine. Christmas eve should be happy? Right??

Tears began to stream down my face as I look down, my breathing started to pick up and my heart was rapidly beating. My hands began to shake as I desperately gasped for air. What was I supposed to do if i’m spending christmas with someone else’s family? Are my presents enough? What if I get nothing and sit there awkwardly?

My thoughts interrupted as the door opens. I quickly look down to hide my tears.

“Hey chris and nick are downstairs, I made you hot choco- woah, woah what happened?” Matt quickly set the mug down, and rushed over to me. Kneeling before the bed to see my face as my head was still down. His hands embrace my hands and he immediately notices the tears streaming down my face.

“oh, y/n…” he gets up quickly and pulls me into a hug.

“I just- I don’t know what to do. Like i’m so nervous to spend Christmas here.” he nods and pulls me in tighter and brings my chin up with his hand so i’ll look at him.

“Y/n, we all love you here. I know it’s hard to spend Christmas away from your family but your enough for us. Here, i’ll stay with you for a little.”

He gets up and grabs my mug and his and hands mine to me, he smiles as I grab it. “extra whipped cream and sprinkles just how you like it, here get comfortable on the bed. What do you wanna watch?”

He lays next to me and covers me with the blanket, my mind raced through movies that reminded me of home as I decided on the grinch. “hm, the grinch?” I asked Matt.

“I love that movie y/n!” he smirks as I take a sip from my hot chocolate, “thank you for the hot chocolate it’s amazing Matt.” I look into his eyes.

“Anytime.” the movie turns on, my eyes glued to the screen but after some time my eyes start to feel heavy.

—

“Y/n…y/n..hey wake up it’s Christmas.” My eyes flutter open and is met with Matt’s face, he tucks a piece of hair behind my face. “let’s go y/n.” He rolls off the bed and stands up and opens the door for me. I put my slippers on and make my way down the stairs Matt behind me.

I sit down on the floor next to the triplets. Huge presents under the tree and mary lou holding a stocking that says my name, Matt looks at me and mouths I told you. “Oh my gosh!! thank you, I love it so much.” I smile holding the stocking, mary lou smiles.

“Let me get a picture of you and the triplets!!” she lights up pulling out her phone as I lean into Matt his hand sneaks it’s way to my hip, I look at him quickly smiling as mary lou takes a picture before i turn my head to the camera. She snaps another picture as we start to open presents. After all the presents are opened, Matt speaks up. “Wait hold on I have another present I forgot it in my room.” he gets up and walks to his room as everyone else looks confused.

I hear his footsteps behind me as mary lou’s hands fly to her mouth smiling, I look the Chris and Nick smiling. My head whips around to see Matt holding Pink and white flowers in a vase, a little note hanging from the stem of a rose. Matt sits down and hands me the flowers.

“Oh my god Matt, these are beautiful!!” My face lighting up.

“Read the note.” he smiles before glancing over to his brothers beet red.

Dear y/n, for two long years I have loved you. From the way your hair falls to the way you laugh. Everything about you drives me crazy, this Christmas I’ve been thinking about you a lot and how I’d like to make this special day even more special. I was hoping that maybe you’ll be my pretty girlfriend.

“Of course Matt.” I set the flowers down and hug him.

“This day couldn’t get any better.” he holds me.

[hanaruri-tunes]

Your latest HC post got me thinking. Do you think the bros ever tried to give MC some food or drink that had their “essence” in it? Maybe they’d also kick back and watch as MC slowly becomes addicted to it, wanting more as the days go by and probably begging to know what’s in it so they can recreate that delectable treat they gave.

Oh my god wudhydsjhf I didn't even think about that but yeah, each demon in the devildom is probably well-aware of the properties of their semen so they can in fact use it as "enhancement" on food. Pretty evil. Okay really REALLY quick and short headcanons on that idea, based on my earlier headcanons of course:

Lucifer

Has definitely thought about it but he feels like doing this would be "stooping too low" and it's not "classy" to use such a tactic to win you over, because yes the avatar of pride has SOME standards. But I can definitely imagine that once you're in a relationship with him he would let you taste some of his "essence" in food. THOUGH TO BE CLEAR he makes you aware of it, like, he warns you so you know beforehand what's in the food.

Mammon

Also has definitely thought about it but he feels too guilty to do that to you. Even if he does end up putting some of it into your food of drinks he always chickens out at the last moment with a dumb excuse like "oh the choco milk is probably too cold already, I'll bring you another cup NO- t-this cup's no good forget it, don't even take a sip of it-"

Leviathan

Similar to Mammon (as in, he feels guilty) but his inherent possessiveness over you wins over and he swallows back his guilt and shame (also, if you find out you'll definitely mock him for it which he looks forward to.) Not like you will though since his semen has hypnotic side-effects, he'll ask for things from you like flashing your panties at him or hugging him or whatever then he'll make you forget any of it happened because he's a coward haha.

Satan

Hmm he's a difficult one to grasp for me- But I suppose the idea would cross his mind though he'll never act upon it. He'll imagine it for sure but even if demon seeds taste good and aren't all that "dangerous" to consume, making you drink something that came from him without your knowledge doesn't sit well with him. If you ever do it, he wants you to drink it because you want to while exactly knowning what's inside the cup.

Asmo

Zero shame, zero guilt. Tries to do it at every occasion he gets but you (and the brothers) are already well aware of his intentions so you're not allowed to drink anything that Asmo has supposedly "prepared". Of course the reason why they're so protective is because he has already succeeded a couple of times in the past and your face looks way too cute under his seed's influence. The aphrodisiac aspect of it being way too strong and overkill it gets everyone too hot and bothered while looking at you, it's almost painful for them to see you in that state without being able to act upon their desires in front of the rest of their brothers.

Beel

To be completely honest I don't even think the thought would cross his mind djshdjz. It probably only would once you guys are deep in a relationshio and having sex, since he has tasted you and liked it he suddenly realizes he can "feed" you as well. "Oh- did I ever tell you that demons' semen have special tastes and side-effects? Would you like to try?" He's pretty genuine about it, no ulterior motives. Just wants to "feed" you.

Belphie

This little fucker is the most devious little shit ever. EVERYTIME he's on cooking duty he does it. Since I headcanon that his have hallucinogen effects, at first no one exactly knows what's wrong with the food. With Asmo it was obvious since his aphrodisiac effect is 100% straightforward: pure pleasure. But Belphie? Might as well be slipping drugs in there dryjghfhd ANYWAY, he loves seeing you confused or impressed, a bit lost in your magical "daydreams". You start to like it and even praise his cooking not knowing how the hell he does that (you assume he just applies some sort of spell on the food.) But once the brothers find out/understand what he does to you, they're furious, and Belphie is banned from cooking duty which was probably about 30% of the reason why he started putting his juices there in the first place djhehdhz

[thejakeslayla]

hello! great work so far ✨ can you do something sweet with Jake, as well? maybe bf jake head canons or how falling in love with him is? 💕 thankies

╰─▸❝ how falling in love with jake felt like ❞

pairing jake x gn! reader ୨୧ genre tooth rotting fluff ୨୧ warnings none, but let me know if i skipped something! ୨୧ (i recommend listening to our summer by txt acoustic mix while reading!)

jake’s love for you felt like a summer.

a warm breeze, wrapping around your body with this feeling of safety and love.

how funny that you met him during winter, right?

you still remember how the snowball hit your cheek, attacking your skin with an uncomfortable coldness.

"oh my god! i’m so sorry! i was aiming for my friend!"

you heard two boys run up to you. one of theirs, somehow warm hands helped you get the snow off your face. you looked at him, and god, how annoying it was that he was so adorable.

you looked pissed enough for him to apologise five more times. your day was awful; you were trying to just move on, go home and rest, wrap yourself in a blanket, sip hot chocolate, and forget everything that happened today. the boy wasn’t helping; he was still trying to talk to you, with absolute nonsense leaving his mouth.

"listen, what he’s trying to say is that he wants to go out with you." you heard another voice and looked away from jake’s face. you saw how his arm was wrapped around jake’s neck, almost making his scarf fall.

"well.. i mean- yeah. i’m really sorry about this; if you don’t mind, we could go grab some hot chocolate." he said, looking at you with these pleading eyes. "i’ll pay."

and you were supposed to say no? to these eyes? this face? this free hot choco? you agreed.

jake led you to a really nice cafe; it was so cosy, and what’s most important, it was warm inside. jake, as promised, ordered two hot chocolates and came back to your table.

"so.. what’s your name?"

and this is how your relationship started. jake was so fun to be around; you were actually surprised because he seemed really awkward at first. he quickly introduced you to his friends, and it was even more surprising how well you got along with them.

it was now spring, and jake invited you to a picnic. the rest of the guys were already there when you arrived. as the weather got warmer, you only had a long-sleeve shirt on, not really realising that you'd sit there for a long time because the sun was already setting. no one really realised how cold you were until your whole body was shaking.

"oh, y/n!" jake quickly stood up, confusing the rest of the group. he took off his hoodie and quickly put it over your head, helping you put it on.

that was the exact moment when the spark between you two was created.

summer came quickly; it was your first summer with jake. first, but probably the most memorable. yet again, you were invited by him. this time to join the group on a little trip. it was only a weekend in a city near the sea, but you quickly agreed.

as you arrived, jake didn’t even let you unpack, not even put your bags in the room assigned to you by jay. he grabbed your hand, just like an excited puppy, and pulled you outside.

"let’s go see the sea, y/n!"

he didn’t let you answer, as he had already pulled you closer, starting to walk away from the house.

oh how bad the timing was; five minutes after you arrived, it started pouring rain. the clouds formed quickly, leaving you guys no option but to run home.

even though you were soaked wet, jake still made sure you had fun. he danced with you in the rain, steadily holding your hands when you both spun around. he made you jump in the little puddles with him, your shoes covered with mud.

you both came home wet, dirty, but happy. everyone was confused, and some of them were even concerned when they saw you.

after these moments with you, jake was sure he was in love with you. poor little you; you were still confused about your feelings, slightly insecure, and worried because how could someone like jake could love you?

the difference between you both was that he was loud, funny, and nice to have around, and you were quiet; some would say that you were even boring, always reading something or having your headphones on, avoiding conversations.

but jake saw another side of you, and he absolutely loved it. he loved you.

the second summer with jake was even better. he confessed to you that when you both went to an amusement park, it felt like a movie scene.

during the ride on the ferris wheel, he looked nervous. you felt his awkwardness and anxiety, not being able to focus on the view. you put your phone away, taking a break from taking pictures, and looked at jake.

"everything okay?"

"we need to talk- i mean i need to talk to you."

you didn’t respond, as he didn’t even allow you to. one of the things jake really often did was talk a lot when he was nervous.

"i like you. more than i should. i don’t want to be only friends with you, y/n."

you looked at him shocked. since you realised that you have feelings for jake, the feeling of insecurity was still deep inside you. you just couldn’t believe what he said.

"i totally understand if you don’t like me back, if you don’t want to be friends anymo-"

you cut him off by grabbing jake’s cheeks and pulling him closer. your lips gently press on his. the kiss was so sweet and soft, almost innocent. as you pulled away, jake had the biggest smile on his face. this time he was the one to grab your cheeks and place another kiss, but this time on your forehead.

his hands quickly moved; now his pinky was interlocking with yours.

"will you be mine? officially?"

"i’ll have to think about it."

when you thought of summer, you remembered the sweltering heatwaves, the stunning views, and the endless days. But you also recalled the overpowering love of your boyfriend that was hotter than the sun and more enchanting than the views. You dreamed that this relationship would last longer than the long summer days.

. . . . . -ˋˏ ✎ author's note! hii, thank u for requesting, writing that was super fun, hope you enjoyed!

© 2023 — all rights reserved to user thejakeslayla, please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !

[georgiebrits]

Gliding on ice - Park Sunghoon

You and Sunghoon are at an indoor skating rink. There are a handful of other skaters on the ice, mostly kids with their parents. Sunghoon is patient and encouraging as he helps you balance on your skates. You feel a bit awkward and unsteady, but excited to learn.

Sunghoon chuckles, "Don't worry, I'll be right here to catch you if you fall." He gives you a reassuring smile before helping you push off gently and start gliding on the ice. You feel a rush of excitement as you slowly let go of the railing.

Sunghoon smiles as you fall again. "Don't worry, it's all part of learning. Just keep trying." He moves closer, holding your hand for support. "Now, try pushing off again and keep your knees slightly bent. You can do this."

Doing as he says, you fall forward on your knees.

Sunghoon kneels down beside you, "Hey, are you okay?" he asks with concern. "It's okay to fall, everyone does. Let's take a little break, catch your breath, and then we'll try again, okay?" He offers a kind smile and waits for your response.

You make your way to the benches on the secluded side of the rink, Sunghoon following closely behind. You take a seat, wincing a bit as you examine the bruises on your knees. Sunghoon sits down beside you, "Here, let me help you clean that up." He pulls out a first aid kit from his backpack and starts tending to your wounds.

He smiles while looking up at you. “Thank you.” You say while looking down and red on your face.

Sunghoon flashes you a heartwarming smile, "No problem at all. You're doing great out there, don't let a few falls get you down." He finishes cleaning and bandaging your wounds before giving your arm a gentle squeeze, "How about we take a breather and get some hot chocolate before going back out there?"

You nod eagerly, the thought of hot chocolate sounds like just the thing to lift your spirits. You head over to the chocolate bar with Sunghoon by your side, the warm aroma of chocolate wafting towards you. As you approach, Sunghoon leans in close and whispers, "Whatever you do, don't try the chili hot chocolate unless you really love spicy things."

You let out a playful giggle at Sunghoon's warning, "Maybe I should get that then, just to see what all the fuss is about." Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye, "You sure you can handle the heat?" You playfully roll your eyes, "I can handle it, bring on the spice."

Sunghoon orders two hot chocolates, making sure to remind you once again not to try the chili one. "I'm serious, it's really spicy," he says, handing you your cup. You nod, taking a cautious sip of your own, trying to figure out which one is the chili flavor. Suddenly, your taste buds are on fire. "Oh my god, this one's the chili one!" you exclaim, coughing from the heat. Sunghoon smirks, taking another sip of his own hot chocolate.

"I told you," Sunghoon chuckles as you continue to cough from the spiciness. "But don't worry, I know how to take your mind off of it." He leans in, whispering into your ear with a sultry tone, "How about we make our own heat?" A shiver runs down your spine as you realize what he's suggesting. "Lead the way," you reply, a mischievous smile on your face.

As Sunghoon leads the way, you can't help but feel a little sad that you didn't get to enjoy the hot chocolate as much as you wanted to, but the thought quickly fades as you anticipate what he has in store for you. The moment you enter his apartment, Sunghoon takes you by the hand and leads you to the couch. "Get comfortable," he says, as he disappears into the kitchen. You make yourself comfortable, cozying up on the couch, waiting for what's to come.

He comes out of the kitchen holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate, which he sets down on the table in front of you. You can't resist the smell and take a sip, and, to your relief, it's not the spicy one. "Thanks, Sunghoon. This is really good," you say, smiling up at him. He smiles back and takes a sip of his own hot chocolate. "No problem. You're not mad at me for the chili one, right?" he asks, a twinkle in his eye. You shake your head, "No, I forgive you." He leans in closer to you, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, "Good, because I have another way to make it up to you."

As you look from his eyes to his lips, you can't help but bite your lip, giving him a clear sign to keep going. Sunghoon places his hand on your cheek, drawing you into a passionate kiss. His lips are soft and warm as they move with yours in a dance of desire. You feel his hand travel down to your neck, then to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. His other hand travels down to the small of your back, holding you tightly as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly, your body yearning for more.

You moan softly in his mouth, feeling your desire for him grow more intense. You can't resist anymore and start to work on getting his shirt off, your hands quickly undoing the buttons. As you pull his shirt off, you take in his toned body, feeling the heat and energy between you both rising even higher. Sunghoon lets out a low growl of approval, and his hands travel to your waist, lifting you and setting you down on the couch. Straddling you, he starts to kiss your neck, working his way down to your chest, kissing and nibbling on your skin.

As Sunghoon continues to kiss your skin, his hands start to work on removing your clothes one by one. You can feel the heat building inside you with every touch, every moment of contact between you both. He breaks the kiss just for a moment to help you take off your shirt, his own breath ragged with desire. As he pulls your bra off, his gaze lingers on your breasts before he leans down to kiss them softly, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. His hands travel to your waist once again, and he expertly undoes your pants, slipping them off your legs with ease and leaving you exposed to him.

With your clothes both off and discarded, Sunghoon leans in and kisses you slowly and passionately once again. You both waste no time exploring each other's bodies with your hands, getting lost in the sensation of skin-on-skin. He slides his hand down your stomach, and his fingers dip inside you, making you gasp with pleasure. Your nails dig into his back as you whisper his name, the sensation intensifying more and more with every touch. He takes his time and explores every inch of your body, leaving no part unattended. You both kiss and touch each other ardently, totally swept up in the moment and the pleasure of the act.

Feeling that you are both ready enough, Sunghoon positions himself, placing his hands on either side of your head and looking at you deeply with burning eyes. You nod in agreement, and he slowly enters you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper and moaning with abandon, lost in the pure ecstasy of the moment. Sunghoon moves slowly at first, giving you time to adjust to his size, the passion between you both growing more intense with every thrust. You lock eyes with each other as you both move in unison, lost in the pure pleasure of the moment.

Feeling your nails dig into his skin, Sunghoon takes it as a sign to go harder, pressing his body closer to yours as he delivers powerful thrusts that make you gasp with pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as you feel your bodybuilding towards an explosive climax. Sunghoon's movements become more urgent and intense, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being. You throw your head back, moaning in ecstasy as you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure together, your bodies trembling with intense pleasure as you both gasp for air. Sunghoon collapses onto you, his breathing heavy as he whispers in your ear how much he's missed being with you like this. You both lay there, lost in the afterglow, basking in the glow of intense satisfaction.

Back at the ice rink, you decide to give skating another try with the help of Sunghoon. You both lace up your skates and make your way to the empty spot on the ice. He puts his arms around you, holding you tightly as you both start to glide across the ice. You feel nervous at first, but Sunghoon's reassuring presence helps you relax and find your balance. You both skate around the rink, the softness of the ice beneath you, the cool wind in your hair, and the warmth of Sunghoon's body against yours makes you feel alive. You laugh as he tries to teach you a new trick, and you both skate together, knowing that together, no challenge is too big.

As you skate with Sunghoon, you realize that he was right that taking a break with hot chocolate was all you needed. Not only did it give you time to recover from your fall, but it also allowed you to connect with him on a deeper level. You smile at him, feeling grateful for his care and attention, and you both continue to skate around the rink, enjoying each other's company and the feeling of freedom that comes with skating. You know that this moment will stay with you forever, a cherished memory of the time you spent with the person you love doing something that made you feel truly alive.

[elissanatok]

﹒•˒⟿⭒「𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 ❞」ʿʿ ⟿☼

↳✉⭒˞˔˙ː❛ -ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?✹⋮

◌༄۵ !𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 !

!𝚂.𝚁. //𝙱.𝙱.// 𝙿.𝙼. //𝙿.𝙿. !

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍??? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 – 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

When I was a little girl, the world seemed brighter. The sun seemed to be a little lighter and more blinding. I remember my mother holding my hand tightly while she dragged me up the streets of San Francisco, because my father didn't bother picking us up at the shop after we went grocery shopping in July. I was sweating, something I still hate, and I realized that I wanted my father to be nicer to my mom. To be nicer in general. But I never witnessed that. Even after my brother was born, the only thing he would do was sit in his office and stare at his computer. He made call after call. It took my mother a while to find out that he was cheating on her, but it didn't even catch her of guard.

Three months later we were living at my grandmothers house, much to my mothers displeasure. She had a nice garden tho. After they got into a fight we left again in the middle of the night, just to go back to my father. I hated it.

My parents were never soulmates. They weren't meant to be and even if they tried to be, it always ended in tears and us moving.

I remember when I hugged him for the last time. The smell of coffee clung to him like I always thought only cigarettes could. I loved his coffee scent. Even if its fucked up, it always reminded me of home, a save place. But when he finally left, leaving us in the three bedroom flat, I knew it was the last time I would see his face.

Twelve years later my father sent me a postcard from Italy, saying he found his soulmate in his hometown. I didn't tell my mother and I didn't answer him. My mother was the one who deserved to have a love like this, someone to love her always, not him.

Twelve years later my father was probably still a dick.

Now, sitting at the new oak kitchen table my mother invested in, I couldn't imagine him here with us in New York. I couldn't even realize the fact, that we moved or that I still had to unpack. My eyes drifted to the boxes all around the room. We were just to unmotivated to unpack.

My mother went out to take a look at her new restaurant and my brother Charlie didn't bother looking up from his physics book, reminding me of the fact that if I wanted to graduate this year, I had to find a tutor. Of course, I could always ask my brother, but the little ego I had left couldn't die for my grades.

I yawned as I looked out of the window. It was raining and if it kept raining I would have to rethink the outfit I planned to wear to school tomorrow. If  I would even be able to find anything in those boxes. Stretching, I took the last sip of the hot choco I had left and clapped my hands, trying to motivate myself an maybe my brother. But neither worked.

ʿʿ ⟿☼

One hour later, y/n and Charlie were still doing nothing. Well- y/n was sketching her brother, who was studying and nipping on his drink every Minute, but to Caroline St. Lorenz they weren't really doing anything helpful – like unpacking.

"What are you doing?", she asked the moment she let the shopping bags fall onto the leather couch. "Learning.", Charlie answered without looking up, while his sister painted a gentle smile on her lips. "What did you buy?", she asked as she stood up and walked towards her. Of course she went shopping for decoration even though they didn't even unpack. "You know... stuff.", Caroline mumbled after releasing an exhausted breath. "Cool"

"You didn't even start. Why does it always have to be me who's supposed to do the shitty stuff?", she whined and let herself plop next to her bags on the couch. "Because we're helpless without you.", y/n whined in the same tone and looked around the flat.

It was big, definitely bigger than their last, but Caroline's cooking has gotten pretty known in the last years. Her restaurants had many locations and her name was well known. The lamp above Charlies head looked expensive, but not as expensive as the vase on the dresser. "Can't you just- ya know – call someone to do the job?", Charlie asked, looking slightly up from his book. y/n cracked in the matter of a second and fell into a loud laugh when her mom looked over the back of the couch and asked if she looked like a fucking mafiosi.

"Maybe.", her brother whispered, poking his tongue out at his sister the moment their mother looked away.

y/n sighed. 12 boxes for the kitchen and the living room, 10 for her mothers room and each 8 for the siblings room. She really didn't want to. And by the looks of it, nobody else wanted to unpack either. "Sooo- we aren't gonna do anything about the chaos?", she asked. Her mother opened her eyes. "Not if you're not gonna make the start."

Sighting again, she stretched, ready to do something, but deciding to start in her room. She had to set some priorities.

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

COLD MORNINGS. . . . george karim x gn!reader

you loved it this way, hot chocolate, fire up and warming up your body, george karim at your side.

it was about 4 in the morning, you woke up early today as you and the others finished a job early last evening. It was a bit of a struggle but the job was done. you won’t lie to the fact that working with them was quite exciting, no adult supervision, just spontaneous energy and their own personalities. It gave you life. you were glad that you picked this agency over Fittes, it wasn’t everyday that you would find family in work (though you wouldn’t admit that aloud to Lockwood).

this morning was no other than a freezing one, which was why you went out of your way to light up the fireplace in such an early hour. you were too comfortable on the couch with the fireplace cackling in front of you to stand up to get something warm to drink, you’d figure to make one of your colleagues to do it instead- whoever walks down the staircase first. then as if on cue, you heard footsteps against the carpeted steps descending down.

“Y/n?” It was george, curls messy and no sign of his glasses, you would be lying if you said you liked him without them. he looks cute with it on too, you just loved staring at those baby brown eyes.

you sat up and looked over your shoulders, “yeah?” you reply softly as he sits next to you. “have you seen my glasses?” he asks you, his voice still a bit soft and husky. “nope, have you tried the bathroom?” you told him he shook his head, “are you like… blind without those?” george rolls his eyes, “contrary to that offensive assumption, no I’m not. I mean it’s a bit blurry but I can manage.” he says to you with a stern tone.

“can you manage to make me hot chocolate then?” you ask him, he frowns, “seriously? can’t you do it yourself?” george mutters, irritated with a click of his tongue, “Yeah but I'm cosy." you mutter, leaning your head on his shoulder, yawning groggily. You felt his shoulder tense a bit.

"i can see you're pretty comfortable, why are you up so early anyway?" he muttered the question to you. "It was cold and I needed to warm myself up." You answered him, then there was a pause in the conversation before he stood up, you looked up at him as you steadied yourself to not collapse on the sofa and doze off, you really wanted that hot chocolate.

"fine i'll get your drink, would you check the bathroom for me in return?" george offers the favor with a small sleepy smile, you returned it with a lazy grin, agreeing to the favor as you stood up while holding his arm to assist you hoist yourself up.

both of you separated ways, you making your way upstairs to the bathroom and george heading to the kitchen.

after snooping around back and fourth between george's room and the bathroom, though you were extra careful not to rearrange anything, he could be upset if you did. you found that the glasses was hidden on his dresser, underneath his shirt that was carelessly thrown on the surface that had been used the previous night.

you went down stairs holding the glasses between your fingers and you found george returning to the fireplace with a purple mug and his own, which was only a plain color white one that had been chipped on the rim.

you walk over to him as you put on his glasses on for him as his hands were both occupied by the mugs, you ruffle his hair as you take the warm mug from his hands, instantly heating up your palm. "thank you georgie." you whisper to him, he grins at the way you say his name "you really need a haircut." you mention to him as you took a sip of your hot choco, sitting beside him on the sofa, sighing in relief as the warmth spreads throughout your body. "why? i like it like this. makes me look more..." he trails off trying to find the word.

"insane? unkept? weird? scientist-gone-crazy?" you exaggerated jokingly as his face drops and rolls his eyes. "i'm joking, i love your hair. do whatever you want with it." you told him with a chuckle, continuing to drink the choclate goodness from your mug.

"i wonder what would happen if i go bald?"

"i'm afraid i'll never speak to you again."

you both laughed, trying to maintain a low volume because both of you didn't want to stir up anyone awake.

then it was silence again, just the fireplace cackling in front of both of you. your shoulders brushing against each other, knees touching as you both drank your beverages. "say, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"what do you like about me?"

"what"

"you heard me."

george never asks questions like these before. in fact he never does ask a question unless it was out of spite, sarcasm or obligation. "you okay georgie?" you ask him "shut your trap. just answer the question." he sighs out with a breathy chuckle.

"i guess your eyes." you told him honestly, looking at the fire as you took a huge sip of your drink, he turns his head to look at you. "i like how it's still pretty with or without the glasses. though i feel like i could never tell if it's actually you if you don't have glasses on." you added to your statement, looking right back at him, meeting his brown eyes.

"pretty?" he whispers the word, trying to see it your way. as if he was in denial that you called something a part of him, pretty.

"very pretty." you nod with a smile as he tries to hide a grin, shying away from your gaze looking opposite from you.

you loved it this way, hot chocolate, fire up and warming up your body, george karim at your side.

[mall-0-ry]

MALLEUS DRACONIA (OS FLUFF)

" My apologies, i’ve talked too much."

In Deep, iridescent night, you’ve been awoken by the cold air that’s hugging your whole body.

You shifted from the coldness and brought your hands to your mouth and warmed it.

You glanced out the window and saw a flicker of green flames that started gleaming more brightly. You closed your eyes from the light and re-opened it again.

There you saw, Malleus standing idly near the gate with a box in his hand and a gentle smile on his face.

You stood up stiffly and grabbed a nearby cardigan and went outside.

“ Tsunotaro! What’re you doing here? “ you asked while wrapping the cardigan around your shivering body under the moonlit night.

“ I wanted to spend some time with you.. is that bad..?” He disappointedly answering while frowning.

“ No! It’s alright! I was just surprised” you exclaimed while trying to cheer him up with a Genuine Smile. “ I want to thank you for coming here..Mal” you finished while grabbing his hand to play with his fingers.

“ Let’s go inside, it’s freezing.. i don’t want you to catch a cold” Malleus Chuckled while leading you inside the Ramshackle dorm.

“ What do you want to talk about?“ you asked the taller male while making hot choco.

“If it’s alright.. I’d like to talk about gargoyles.” Malleus answered hesitantly while sitting down on the couch.

“ Sure! I’ll listen to anything you say~” you said while going back to the lounge.

Malleus chuckled while patting the space beside him indicating you to sit beside him.

“ Some think that the gargoyles' angry faces were meant to scare away evil spirits and protect the building. Others think that scary gargoyles were placed on churches to remind people that there is evil in the world, so they should enter the church often and live a good life.” Malleus started while sipping on the hot chocolate drink while shifting closer to you to hug you.

“ Many considered gargoyles the spiritual protectors of churches as well, scaring off demons and evil spirits. Some historians believe gargoyles were inspired from pagan eras and were used to make churches feel more familiar to new Christians.” Malleus continued while playing with your hair using his other hand. You simply nodded on everything he said taking in the information while butting in to ask questions.

“Uh.. My apologies I’ve talked to much.. it’s just.. gargoyles fascinate me” Malleus said while frowning for a bit.

“No.. No, it’s alright. I like hearing you talk about your interest’s, Tsunotaro.” You smiled genuinely while kissing his cheek, which made him fluster.

“ Prefect.. may i kiss you..? “ Malleus asked for consent as he neared your face, you blushed a dark red hue as you nodded slowly.

Malleus chuckles as he brought his lips to yours, connecting them into a sweet kiss.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐈𝐜𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Gray Fullbuster X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC found herself in a winter wonderland. And that was not a good thing. Because of a certain ice wizard, her entire house was filled to the brim with ice.

Word Count: 863

"Oh, how I hate this season!" You grumbled as you rubbed your jacket to keep yourself warm. You had a thick jacket on you, but you still experienced the cold. It's just too much. You already had a thick sweater over your thick long-sleeved turtle neck, and a thick jacket over the sweater. You wore a thick leg warmer under your thick pants. And thick boots to complement your 'thickness style'. You are just so unused to this kind of weather, the cold isn't your forte. And worst of all, a certain ice stripper entered your house without your knowledge and then decorated the whole place with ice ornaments. Ice miniature, ice picture frames, ice sculptures, ice fruit baskets, ice mats, ice fruits, almost everything is covered in ice!

"I swear I'm gonna kill that bastard" You gritted your chattering teeth as you stayed inside your icy room, piles of blanket covering your already thick body. "I-I-I n-need h-hot choco-colate" You said as you reached for your very hot beverage resting on your coffee table. Once you got a hold of the cup, you blew some wind to warm it a bit before drinking. "[Name], why aren't you playing with the others outside?" There he is. The one and only ice mage in Fairy Tail. He is inside your room. Standing at the door without anything on except his boxers.

"Oh, hi there Gray!" You faked a smile while greeting him, waving your hands at him with your eyes closed. "Can't you see that I am suffering from the cold that I can't even leave my room?" You asked him sweetly, trying hard not to snap at him with venom in your voice. "I can see that" He simply replied, one eyebrow raised. "You freaking jerk! It's your fault that I'm in this condition!" Ow... Snap! Now you can't contain your anger, you're gonna burst anytime soon. "It's your fault that I'm here, trying to get warm while you and the others enjoy the snow! It's all because you invaded my house and planted some cursed ice in here that's gonna make me sick! It's your fault that I have to stay like this for the rest of winter! It's all your fault!" You yelled at him, your face becoming redder and redder by the second.

"Geez! You don't have to yell, I can see that!" Gray said in irritation. He walked his way to your bed, his right hand on his hip while the other on his ear. "Why you-!" You are about to snap again but you are cut off by his lips. He kissed you so immediately that you never had the time to register what was happening. "There? Satisfied?" He pulled away as he asked you. "Wha..." You were dumbstruck at the event, you can still feel his ice-cold lips touching your warm ones. "I demand an explanation" You snapped back to reality and then glared at him.

"You don't forgive people that easily, do you?" He chuckled, which earned him another hard glare from you. "Okay, okay. I was planning to spend most of the time with you. But since you will probably hang out with Lucy and the others, I made your house freezing" He explained the first part, sitting on the floor with his arms crossed. "And because of what I did, here you are, all alone in this freezing place" He finished. "That's it? I don't think that's enough to convince me" You raised your brow and then took another sip of your hot chocolate.

"I don't have to convince you" He smiled and then slammed his fist on his palm. "H-hey, wait! Please don't add another ice collection of yours here. It's freezing!" Your eyes began to panic as you waved your arms in front of you in a dismissive manner. The piles of blankets were separated from your body. Gray only smirked as he finished his magic, you could feel your heart drop. He just made you suffer more. You stared at him in disbelief and stayed like that for a while.

"Don't you like it?" He asked, snapping you back to reality. "Huh?" You shook your head and then looked at the finished product he made. It was a miniature you and Gray, he was wearing a tuxedo while carrying you in his arms, bridal style. You were wearing a bridal dress while holding onto his neck. Smile plastered on both of your faces. "I love it" Your eyes softened as you took the gift from him. "So that means I'm forgiven?" He asked, a smile gracing his lips. "Not yet" You smirked, his face almost dropped. You love this reaction of his. "I will only forgive you if you spent all of the day with me," You told him, pointing a finger at your red lips and setting the ice sculpture down. "As you wish" He returned the smirk then smacked his icy cold lips on your red warm ones once again. Icy love can freeze the moment.

[vespersposts]

In ratio

Hi lovelies 🌟 ,

today I’m happy to celebrate an important milestone for Lily @yeosatinyngz with her event “Lights! Camera ! Action! ” which brings our best boys to glamour.

✨ Well done Lily, congratulations on 1K !✨

To celebrate you, I put my sweetheart Daiki to the test with the fashion world, because he admittedly dresses in the dark.

👨‍🎤 (sorry, not sorry D).

📍If you are curious of the final look of Aomine, here’s the reference .

(*major sigh*). I’m the same old, and the story, sfw, is a bit long (3.1K), but it’s divided into two parts so it’s easier to read.

Hope you enjoy it!

Love always,

Vesper.

💣 PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🌀 3.1K

✴️A big thanks to Lily for her support and her patience, she gave me the best feedbacks and is one of the kindest person on earth!

⚠ the story was extensively revised because it contained grammatical errors and the point of view was confused. I am sorry for only being able to do this now. Thank you for your patience ⚠

“Here’s my self-birthday present ” your boss tells , sitting down next to you, as from your computer you open an email with the directions for the next photo shoot, which you are in charge of styling.

“Pretty hot, huh?” he comments, as you quickly scroll from the picture through the details sheet.

“He’s tall, if he has weird proportions it would be a huge problem, all the men’s suits this year have cropped lengths and … Wait…” you reply, scrolling through the requests up to that number “I have to contact the magazine again, there must be a typo, who wears a size 11.5 shoe?” you ask as you press the reply button under his amused gaze.

"What?” you ask, leaning back and looking at the man’s face on which a wry expression breaks out.

“Someone who plays basketball, how do you never know anything about anything?” he mocks you, taking his phone in his hands to show you the young man’s face once again, this time in a news video where he was being handed an award for best - whatever - .

“So, do you like my own birthday present ?” he urges you with a smile.

“ I do ” you admit “At least seems in ratio” you conclude with a sigh of relief.

A few blocks away, the day of the young Japanese basketball talent had also started uphill. He saw the pink haired girl sigh, standard premonitory sign of an incoming scolding.

“I don’t have to , right?” he blurted, taking the last forkful of the choco omelette he ordered for breakfast, now that he was in town for a series of interviews after the crazy week of the draft.

“Dai-chan…” she got serious, taking a sip of coffee, just to keep from screaming in the middle of the luxurious hotel’s breakfast room.

“Satsuki” he replied with a polite nod, before finding a paper under his nose with his signature on the bottom, the same paper he hadn’t read, and which imposed a series of side engagements on him, including the interview with that posh magazine.

“ What the -” he huffed, pushing the document away, returning the smile to his manager who, not satisfied with that victory, had submitted another list to him.

“ More?” he grumbled, scrolling through a list of ‘recommendations’ that sounded more like a prank.

 "What does 'seamless underwear’ mean ?“ he asked his childhood friend, who in response shrugged, pretending not to know. 

"When would this be?” he shot back, resting his face on his hand.

“Tomorrow morning, we have to be at the photo studio at 10. I managed to get the interview just before the photos, so hopefully  it will be a quick one ” she informed him, checking the schedule from her tablet “ Just… Please, try to be nice, you know how much the team sponsor values it!” she sighs, probably grateful to be able to finish her breakfast in peace.

At the conference room of the luxurious apartment building where the photo studio is located, a young man’s eyes look at you with a mixture of boredom and distress. Adrian, the photographer, is a nice guy, but he really can’t take any more of your leader’s mood boards and his tropical-sexual fantasy, with which he has been butchering everyone’s ears since the beginning of the week. The idea is dull as well as corny, but no one as usual dares to open their mouths because ’ the boss cannot be questioned’ . Too bad, you can’t take it any more, because a misstep from him would mean compromising your career as well, and that mustn’t happen, not at least until you actually have a career. As you write down the codes of dresses  worthy of the Rio de Janeiro carnival, you can’t help but think that it will be a bloody mess. Your client will go from being a sports icon to a laughing stock, assuming that once he sees the garments, he doesn’t decide to drop everything and leave you to deal with all the madness.

“With the red one from the spring/summer collection we’re done! ” the boss smiles at you, drumming his fingers on the long conference room table, increasing the pace until he has your full attention again.

“Spit it out” he tells, inviting you to take a seat next to him.

“ I don’t like it at all ” you sum up simply, not moving your eyes from his, now staring at you with interest. "He’s already flashy:  tall, huge and full of muscles. If we dress him up like a crazed rainbow, he will look even more trashy” you explain, shaking your head.

“You don’t like the vibe, you don’t like the model…Do you have a proposal, besides all these complaints?” the chief, who strangely seems to be amused, asks you seriously.

“Y-yes..Here” you tell him, opening a shared folder on his cloud account.

“I see. Your bright idea is to dress him as an accountant ” the man sneers at you, lazily flipping the preview of your selection with a finger.

“No, Phil. My way is to contrast his powerful silhouette with minimalism. I will dress him up as the most detached, filthy and unavailable man of power. That will turn him into a  sex God,  instead of a parade clown!” you reply piquantly, eliciting his hilarity.

He laughs out loud, probably at you and your impending dismissal, he laughs to the point of tears as he puts his hand on yours, and makes you jump in your chair.

“Good girl, you’ve finally learned my favourite worlds: filth,sex and power! ” he tells you with a hint of pride, flipping back your lookbook , flagging three tailored suits different only by colour.

“All right girl, you got me. Go ahead and deliver me your fucking sex God!” he smiles.

It’s nine o'clock in the morning, the morning after that briefing. You’ve been up since the night before, and all you’ve thought about since then, is what could go wrong.

“Can I help you?" someone offers, breaking your overflow.

Of that voice you can only say two things: that it is definitely a woman’s and that she is probably a foreigner, judging by her strange accent. It matters little if you cannot see her, because you have decided to bring the three outfits for your model yourself.

"Could you hold the lift door open for me, please?” you ask, getting an affirmative answer and a remark about the bulkiness of your load.

“I hope they won’t wrinkle, only I can be stupid enough not to take a coat hanger!” you grumble, oblivious to the girl’s presence, until she appreciates the brand of one of them, and you start talking about your next job.

“I know he’s a basketball player and everyone’s crazy about him, but he’ll be the typical freak with a bad ass temper ” you huff, as the lift stops just below your floor and you hear Adrian’s voice. You thank your lucky stars, and immediately ask him to help you with your load, and when your eyes intercept your lift companion, you smile at her in fascination. A beautiful girl, with long hair gathered in a braid that goes around her head and and a so sweet expression on her face, that looks like a fairy. She’s petite, but well shaped, tiny but with delicious curves.

She must definitely be some kind of model.

“Satsuki Momoi. I’m Daiki Aomine’s manager” she introduces herself simply, shaking your hand with a friendly smile on her cute face.

You reciprocate the introduction and give thanks that you have arrived at your destination, so that you have an excuse to disappear behind Adrian, and forget the bad impression you just made.

Or maybe you’ll have to apologise.

She follows you, standing behind you in silence, eyes wide.

“They’re amazing suits, but he’ll hate all three of them” she tells you, as soon as you’ve finished arranging the outfits on the rack. “You are absolutely right about one thing: he lacks patience. Just don’t take his word for it, Dai-chan loves to bitch, it’s his way of getting attention. Don’t mind him too much, don’t fight him, or he’ll bite back. Follow my advice and you’ll see, it’ll be easier than you think. I think he’ll gladly let you do whatever you want, seeing how pretty you are. “ she smiles sincerely smugly, perhaps not realising that she actually insulted you. 

You’re about to point out to her, but she grabs her mobile phone and starts ranting in a language impossible to understand. The breaking news, translated shortly afterwards, reports that the man of the hour is late, because he overslept. 

Great, you are already sick of him.

"Philip Schneider. Call me Captain, like everyone else!" the well-groomed man who owned the large premises in the heart of the city had told him. Aomine had followed him through the same looking rooms and the procession had been enriched by a journalist, a photographer and a make-up artist. Now he just had to find out where Satsuki had gone before he had a panic attack.

What he didn't know was that you were there, together with his manager.

"Finally, Dai-chan!" Satsuki called back to him with her typical don't-mess-around look. He had witnessed another show by the captain, who had introduced him to his team and make him seat in front of a mirror full of lights, around which everyone had gathered, except for you, who stayed behind to receive instructions from Momoi.

Who knows what you had to say to each other, it was so secret.

"Last but not least, my assistant, she will be the lucky one to dress and undress you today!" the captain announces, as the champion tries unsuccessfully to get it into his head that he has known how to dress himself since he was about three years old.

"Don't take this as a lack of confidence in your abilities. It is a measure to prevent make-up and hair products from staining your clothes " a new voice informs him, a voice he identifies with your face after a moment. You smell so good, you look so clean, austere and yet mischievous in your black dress that covers your knees and arms and barely caresses your figure. Your bright eyes, your lips a little fuller in the middle and your features so deliciously irregular make him discover something new about you at every glance.

If Daiki had known that he would be in the hands of such a beautiful girl all day long, he might even have bothered to set the alarm. 

"The fact is that...I'm ticklish" he grinned at you under Satsuki's embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle " you reassure him, then ask the captain for permission to leave to prepare the dressing room.

By the time he arrives, he has been interviewed, moisturised and his hair trimmed a few centimetres after being washed in an elaborate ritual. He could certainly get used to this life. The ace sees you close the door behind him, and finds himself alone in a white room that looks like a giant dressing room, with a table in the middle and a wall set up as a wardrobe.

"Welcome, Mr Aomine! " you smile, as if you were the maid from one of his teenage fantasies.

"Call me Daiki, Mr Aomine is my father" he replies, trying to figure out if Satsuki was part of the game or not.

"Your manager told me you'd rather do it yourself, but I can..." you quickly stop as he shakes his head.

“Being dressed by a girl is embarrassing enough. My self-esteem would be shattered if you and my best friend teamed up against me, and believe me, anything is possible with Satsuki!" he observes, making you smile. "When I first met her in the lift, I thought she was a model. Such a lovely woman! " you comment, and this time he's the one laughing.

"She is, but she's also stubborn and annoying and... Do I have to wear this stuff?" he huffs, pointing to the three garments hanging behind you, swaying in the empty room.

"That's the idea. What do they look like?" you probe the ground, perhaps already knowing the answer he'd give, judging by the way your worried eyes are fixed on him. He noticed it for a while now, that way of yours. You watch him discreetly and sparingly, for brief moments at a time.

"These are... strange" he states, lifting an arm and touching the soft fabric of the latter.

"OK, strange is fine with me" you nod, handing the boy a dark robe and a paper bag containing long blue socks and a pair of black boxer shorts with the famous 'Seamless' label.

"Satsuki informed me that you would never remember, so while I was waiting for you, I thought I'd catch up on the basics. Now, be a good boy for me and take it all off " you smile, unaware of the immediate stir that innocent encouragement causes to him.

As you wait for your model, you wonder what your boss is up to.

"Sage blue, single-breasted is the first choice! I have to consider the shirt between these two and..." you tell the boss, or rather the captain as he has proclaimed himself today, probably to be more in line with your model sporting career. He doesn't listen to you anyway, because his birthday present has just come out of the dressing room.

"Handsome, you can do the cover in your robe!" exclaims a beaming Phil as you turn your back to retrieve the accessories. Chelsea boots, cufflinks because you like them, midnight blue opaque tie and maybe a watch, but probably not. You arrange everything on the table so that your boss can oversee your choices, and as you look up at him, you understand why the man is so enthusiastic.

Maybe it's his naturally masculine posture, maybe it's the broad shoulders or that look he gives you as he playfully asks for your help in getting rid of Phil. You know it's going to be a long day by the effort you make to look away from him.

"Is the captain always like that? He could beat Satsuki " he points out, probably exhausted from the latest round of inappropriate comments.

"He's an enthusiast by nature!" you try to play it down with a smile as you hand him the suit trousers in exchange for the dressing robe. A bad exchange for your nerves and for your famous coolness, even though he has the elegance of a baby hippo. None of his chaotic movements distract you from his collarbones, his defined pecs and his back, so firm and luscious it deserves a chapter in art books.

"Done. What's next? " he asks you, bare-chested, hands on his hips, his trousers zipped just below his flat navel, as if there were any need to draw further attention to his abs and V.

"Are you comfortable enough?" you ask him, though you can't see any major faults in fit or length.

"The trousers are fine, it's the briefs that are a bit... restrictive " he laughs, as soon as he sees you widen your eyes and blush, as you've clearly downsized him.

"Excuse me... I..." you barely apologise as you climb up a step to place the shirt on his shoulders, which he puts on and fastens by himself, following your instructions to tuck it properly into his trousers.

"No need to apologise, it's not a rating, is it?" he mocks playfully, just to rub it in, and gets an ironic look and a shrug in return " I really should thank you. This is an experience that will make me a better man. Pain will bring out my inner strength " he continues to tease you throughout the dressing process, even as he hands you a wrist to slip the cufflinks on and closes them with a devilish grin.

"Behave, champ, or I'll strangle you with this tie! " you threaten, but your weapon is soon stolen from your hands, only to be tied with uncanny skill by the boy, who confesses that he learned to tie the knot while wearing a high school uniform.

"Was it supposed to be crooked then too, or is it a special one that only you know?" you tease him, gesturing for him to lean towards you, and he doesn't hesitate, bringing his face so close to yours that you're afraid your hands are going to tremble now that you've loosened the large side slightly, sliding the cloth under his collar, tightening it again and pressing the two sides flat over his stomach, feeling him swallow. You raise your eyes and stay that way for a moment, still watching each other closely, until a sound outside the door brings you back to reality. 

"Five minutes to fix his jacket and I'll send him to you! " you promise Adrian, who lingers at the door for a moment, just to watch you work.

" Head up and back straight for me, please! " you instruct, taking a few steps back to admire your work of art.  You hand him his shoes and the jacket that fits him like a glove, say hello to the photographer who is on his way back to the set, and return to him with a small smile. You button the jacket and adjust the cuffs of his shirt, inviting him to look at himself in the mirror.

Too bad, right now Daiki couldn't care less about his appearance.

"Ta-Daaan! Done! Do you like it?" you sing, waiting for a reaction.

" You are the expert here, so tell me! " the boy acknowledges, distracted by the attention you are giving him, even though he knows you are probably just checking an insignificant detail of the suit.

" I do, you are just so utterly perfect!" you reply cheerfully. "Phil told me that you can keep what you want, so please do me a favour and take this outfit home with you! " you conclude, shifting your focus from the mirror to his eyes, so excited that it is almost impossible for the boy not to think of you in your bedroom, shedding all those unnecessary layers.

"Where am I going to go dressed like this?" he asks, amusing you.

"Everywhere, actually " you say, removing an invisible thread from the jacket "A press conference, signing a contract, dinner with the girl you want to impress. I'm not saying you need a dress to impress, but... As girl, I assure you it's going to be harder to turn you down dressed like this! " you finish, moving away to retrieve a strange sticky brush with which you will deliver the 'coup de grâce'.

"Are you sure it works like that?" he scoffs, taking advantage of your distraction, grinning as you verbally confirm your condition.

" All right then... Let's say I want to spend some time with you. A dinner in a fancy place tonight, for example. Since I have the dress, you couldn't refuse, could you?" he asks, and you stall, moving slowly to his side, sliding a hand down his back, finishing your work in silence. 

"Are you trying to embarrass me, Daiki?" you point out quietly, leaving the brush on the table and crossing your hands over your stomach.

" It's not me, it's the suit! " he smirks, looking at you steadily, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The dress is my choice, smartass!" you tease him, just to remind him who's in charge.

But he really is in ratio, even flirting.

" Then finish the work and pick me too! " he smiles, and when his hand reaches your cheek, you know.

You know you cannot refuse.

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Just in case if requests are still accepted Christmas 🎄 one-shot with Futaba Sakura x Photographer Boyfriend! Reader

Wow not me doing this on Christmas too- Pls I decided to finally be productive. Anyways, merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates ^^ As always, requests are open!

Snow Days (Futaba x Photographer reader)

With the snow fluttering like the glistening stars in the sky, and the breeze making whirlwinds outside the house, Futaba Sakura and y/n stayed bundled up inside the Sakura residence. 

“Y-y/n g-go make me hot choco this instant! I command thee using my debug commands!” 

A soft chuckle left your lips as Futaba shooed you away. You knew that in less than two minutes of being away from the warm bundle the two of you created on the ground, Futaba would wiggle her way to you (blanket included). 

So there you were, making some sweet hot chocolate for the very demonic looking gremlin seated on the floor next to your feet. It almost looked like she was going to feast upon you should the hot chocolate take any longer to make. Still you knew it would never come to that because she would begin to wine over losing her player number 2 to her appetite. That thought alone left a smile on your face as you looked upwards to the frigid, yet serene, view of the snowy landscape that remained untouched outside. 

It was finally Christmas time and while the presents were already opened, with all the wrapping paper yet to be cleaned, the festivities had yet to begin. Sojiro had gone out to get the ingredients ready inorder to prepare a heartful meal for the three of you, so it was just you and Futaba left to hold down the fort until the fort master came back. 

While gazing out towards the bundles of snow outside, you thought of a fun way to pass the time. “Fu-chan, lets go out and build a snowman!” you exclaimed, excitement verberating in your tone. 

The moment you looked down at your feet, you noticed a missing bundle of cuteness. Your eyes scanned the area somewhat alarmed by Futaba’s sudden disappearance only to notice her fully decked out in winter gear, ready to jump into the snow. 

“C’monnnn, what’re you waiting for??” 

“Well, I was waiting for someone to drink the hot chocolate I made with my blood, sweat and tears-” 

“OH, I almost forgot, sorry ehe-”

And in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of you again, gulping down that hot chocolate at speeds that even sonic would be in awe with. All the while, you looked on at the sight with concern. ‘I hope she doesn't burn her insides-’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were an aspiring photographer. Actually, you met Futaba while taking pictures of the new Phoenix Ranger figurines at the annual con. 

She startled you of course. One moment she was bombarding you with questions, the next she hid behind someone you thought might be her brother. It was a really sweet moment, to you at least. It had been a while since you met someone who was so passionate about the show. That alone caused the two of you to meet occasionally to talk about the show. 

With the snowman sitting in the background and Futaba running about in the forefront, you grabbed your camera and began to take photos. This was an opportune moment for photography you figured, especially since your girlfriend looked best when freely enjoying herself. 

Alas, the moment she noticed you, a smirk befell her features and before you knew it, an attack was set off in your direction. The snowballs came towards you at rapid speeds and you jumped to take cover from the barrage. That was until you found your footing again and began your own attack. 

It wasn’t long before the war of snow had the two of you so exhuasted that Sojiro had to physically drag the both of you inside. Once again, the two of you were a bundle of warmth on the floor. Sojiro sighed at the sight, handing you two a hot coffee and curry. He felt like this was bound to happen and was very much ready to bring out the kotatsu’s to warm the two of you up after. 

After taking a few sips of the bitter coffee, you reached out towards your camera Sojiro so kindly placed on the table. As you began to scroll through your photos you realized you caught a few in the attack. A hearty laugh left your mouth as you saw the blurry photo. The moment you showed Futaba, the two of you were a laughing mess on the floor, hysterically clutching your stomachs to stop the laughter but the more one laughed, the other did too.

Soon Sojiro came back with the kotatsu, and the moment he noticed the two dying kids on the floor, another exhuasted sigh left his lips with a chuckle following it. 

“I swear sometimes…”

[bbgthoma]

Ok so Senju is my girlfriend (very real btw) so I was thinking of a Senju x Gn!reader (if you do her) having a sleepover with her! Like would she be the type to put makeup on us, or take us out at night? I just want something really cute established relationship sleepovers CAUSE i LOVE HER SO MUCH

Also please take care of yourself! Feel free to do this request whenever inspiration slaps you across the face! Go drink some water or have something to eat if you haven't, and take your time getting this out, no need to rush <3

— SLEEPOVER senju kawagari x gn!reader

cw. none

word count. about 960

a/n. hiii, sorry for taking time and thanks for your patience. i hope you enjoy this, love you </33

you looked at the time, it was 9:05. you tapped your feet on ths floor impatiently. “when is senju gonna get there…?” you mumbled under your breathe. as soon as you say that, the doorbell rings. your eyes widen from excitement as you run to the door.

you open it to see your girlfriend smiling at you. “senju!” you say all happy. “(y/n)!” she says with a smile. “come in, it’s cold” you offer to the girl as you open your door wide open stepping aside. the light pink haired nods as she gets in.

“go to my room, i’ll be right back” you say as you head your way to the kitchen. you grab some milk from the fridge and spill it in a cooking pot. you take out the hot chocolate powder and put it aside. you set a timer for 5 minutes.

you then head your way to your room only to ask your girlfriend “cookies or pancakes?”. sitting on your bed after taking off her coat, she looks at you. “don’t mind” she says with a shrug. you sigh and say “just choose one”. “cookie then” she replies with a smile. you nod heading your way back to the kitchen.

you grab a few cookies and put them on a plate. as soon as you do that, you timer rings. you grab the cooking pot and pour the milk in it in your glass. you then add hot choco powder in it and mix the whole thing up. you grab everything finally joining your girlfriend in your room.

at your sight, your girlfriend gets up to help you out. “lemme help you” she says as she grabs the plate of cookies. she places it on your desk as you say “thanks” with a smile. she looks at you smiling back as she says “no problem”

you put the glasses beside the cookies and sit down on your bed beside your girlfriend. she grabs a cookie and one of the glasses as she says “oh and by the way. sorry for being late, there was a lot of trafic so takeomi struggled to bring me there quick”

with that said, she takes a bite of her cookie. “takeomi brought you there?” you asked raising your brows. “mhm, he left as soon as i got off his motorcycle” the girl says as she takes a sip of hot chocolate. “anyways, this cookie and hot choco are delicious” she says with a smile. “i’m glad you like it” you reply with a smile.

“can i put makeup on for you after we’re done eating and drinking?” senju asks with a smile. “again?” you ask sighing. “yes please. takeomi is rude, he won’t let me put it on for him, takemichi says tachibana will get mad if i do it, there’s no way to even communicate with sanzu and you’re the only person available to put some makeup on” your girlfriend explains as she finishes her cookie. “sure thing then” you say with a sigh.

“great then!” she says with excitement. she quickly finishes her hot chocolate saying “done!”. she pulls out her makeup materials from her bag. you finish up your cookie real quick along with your hot chocolate. “just don’t put on too much makeup” you said with a sigh as you leaned over your bed.

your girlfriend nods as she sits up on you. she first puts on some lipstick for you while licking her lower lip trying to focus. you stare at her holding your smile not wanting to mess up her work. she finishes up with the lipstick as she then pulls out her eye shadows.

you watch her rubbing the brush on your favorite color’s palette. she then looks up to you saying “close your eyes” and you nod doing so. “putting on my favorite color huh?” you ask with a smile. “mhm” senju hums as she applies the eye shadow on. the brush first rub against your left eye lid, then your right eye lid.

after she was done, she says “stay like that, i’ma put on some eyeliner”. you sigh and nod. you suddenly feel the cold feeling of the eyeliner getting rubbed against your eyes. it gives you some shivers at first which makes you chuckle a little. “don’t move” your girlfriend complained trying to stay focused.

“mhm” you hum back at her sighing. as soon as she is done with that, she says, “done”. you open your eyes to see her smiling at you. just when you thought she meant she was done with the whole makeup, she pulls out her mascara. “last but not least” she says as she opens it up.

she puts the mascara under your eyelashes saying “close your eyes”. you nod as she rubs the mascara against it while saying “open it again” and you do as she says. “you’re not in sync-” the girl complained before sighing. she leans closer to you to focus on the appliance.

soon enough, she was done about to back off when you put a little peck on her lips before she even could. her cheeks turn light pink as she looks at you with her eyes widened. you chuckle at her shocked reaction which makes her flustered. “what’s so funny?!?” she complains pouting. “nothing, you’re just adorable” you reply with a smile.

she stares at you for a second before saying “whatever” as she rolls her eyes. senju gets off you as you say, “wanna watch a movie?”. she looks at you biting her lips before she nods and slides between your arms. you smile and turn on the tv to put on something to watch.

[acutiewithagun]

Part one

I didn't do much. All I did was show basic kindness. But now I wonder if I never should have been kind.

It was rainy and cold, so I decided to make some hot choco. I started the kettle on the stove and got out the mix from the cabinet closest to me. I grabbed a mug from the cabinet next to it and placed both items on the counter. I then opened up a drawer and took out a spoon, placing it next to my other prepared items. Turning just slightly I open the fridge door to grab whipped cream. I close the door and reach to the top of the fridge and grab some marshmallows. I place the treats on the counter and sit on the couch waiting for the kettle to finish.

I drifted off remembering a fond memory. A night just like tonight, hanging out with friends, sipping the best hot choco I've ever had. Only to be brought back by the kettle screaming. I take it off the stove, careful not to burn myself, and pour some water into the mug. Stirring the mix into the hot liquid, I reach slightly and grab a knitted mug cover. I smile and wrap it around the mug. I toss the spoon into the sink next to me and add my tasty treats. Feeling satisfied, I walk to the couch again and carefully sit down so as to not spill my delightful beverage. I smile and wonder how the guys are doing.

A knocking can be heard a few feet from me. I sigh, getting up to answer the door. Who would want to visit me so late? And in this weather too! I look out the peep-hole on my door and it's Mikey!

I excitedly swing open the door, embracing him in a tight hug. "Hey Dani, just wanted to stop by." He said with a grin. "I just made some hot choco, wanna come in and I'll make you some." I extend my arm out, inviting the silly turtle in. Which he joyfully takes, skipping into the small apartment. I close the door and head back to the kitchen. Grabbing another mix and mug. I pour the mix into the mug along with the water. I wash the used spoon off and use it to mix the powder. I repeated the steps from earlier, completing the warm beverage. I cautiously walk over to my guest with the mug, slightly burning my hands. I handed him the drink, "be careful it's still hot." I sit next to him, picking up my original drink off the coffee table. "Why are you still up", he pondered as I took a sip of the warm drink. Realizing I burnt my tongue a little, I pulled the mug away from my mouth. "Oh I just was craving the hot choco your brother makes. So I had to make some or it would drive me crazy." I chirp happily to my friend. He chuckled, then took a sip of his drink. "I'll be right back, just got to go to the bathroom real quick." I excuse myself and head to the bathroom.

As I was washing my hands I thought I heard the front door open again. But just shook my head, it must just be the rats again, scurrying outside for warmth. I dried my hands and greeted my guest again. I walk past him and start cleaning up my ingredients. "Me and the guys were planning a movie marathon night, if you want to join us we would be happy." The joyous Mikey chirps, with gleaming eyes, begging me to accept. "Sorry Mike and Ike, I'll be busy with my music for the next week, maybe some other time." I giggled as his pouting appeared from my words. I finished up and gave the sad boy some headpats, which he happily took. I sat down and he immediately clung to me. I take another sip of my drink. It had cooled down enough that I drank a bit more. Mikey had a weird smirk on his face. I brushed it off as him being happy in my presence. "Aren't you gonna drink yours Mikey," I questioned the orange clad turtle. "Oh yeah, just wanted to let it cool down," he said while taking a drink of his hot choco. I nod as drowsiness comes upon me. "I'm getting a bit tired so if you wanna make your way home or sleep over, I'll see you later." I yawned, stretching my arm up.

I bring my now empty mug to the sink. Tenderly taking the mug cover off, placing it back where I found it. I guess I was really tired, so I placed my hand on the counter to regain my balance. "Are you ok Dani," Mikey looked at me with a worried expression. I shot him a thumbs up, "all good, just really tired." I managed to walk to my room and jump under the covers. Mikey was nice enough to close my door for me. That was the last thing I saw before entering Dreamland.

The dream I had was lovely at first, but it quickly developed into a monstrous nightmare. It was like a premonition of what would come next. I rubbed my eyes, scrunching my nose. I flutter my eyes open and slide out of bed. I stretch my limbs, then grab my phone to check the day's schedule. It's the same as it usually is, but with slight differences. Eight am, read over editors notes on the song. Eight ten am, practice vocals until nine. Nine am, prepare to leave the house and head to the studio. The list goes on until 10 pm that night. I sighed and opened up my email. Clicking on the one titled 'EDITOR'S NOTES' I read the paragraph. Noting down the changes I need to make on a sticky note, I look out the window. My gaze met with a brick wall. I don't even know why we have windows when there is nothing to see out of them.

I put the sticky note on my tattered piece of paper. Humming to warm my voice up. I get off of my bed to get some water to help my warm up. I open the door and walk down the hallway, only to be greeted with a sleeping Mikey. I smile affectionately at the slumbering cutie and give him a small kiss on the forehead. He smiles in his sleep as I walk away and grab my water bottle. Filling it up as quickly and quietly as I can. After it's full I sneak a glance at my slumbering friend. He is still fast asleep, so I silently sneak back to my room. I put the water bottle on my desk and picked up the piece of paper. I start my warm up with singing lullabies. I looked at the clock on my phone and realized fifteen minutes had passed. I take a deep breath and start practicing the song written on the sheet. Adding in the notes I had taken. I had only been practicing for about thirty minutes when I peeked over at my bedroom door. Mikey was waving as I finished up the song. "Did I wake you up? I know the insulation isn't the best," I ask worriedly. "Nah, but your singing was an awesome thing to wake up to" he beamed. "I still got a few kicks to work out, but it's almost good." I sigh, he just looked at me in confusion. "Don't you mean kinks?" I smacked my open hand against my forehead. "Yeah… yeah I meant kinks."

I looked at the clock and realized I had to get ready to head to the studio. "I'll message you later, but I gotta go to the studio." Mikey looks disappointed, with a pleading look begging me not to go. "Sorry bud, my company will have my head if I don't record today. But I'll definitely send you pics." I grabbed some clothes out of my closet and pushed Mikey out of the door frame. Locking the door and pulling the blinds, I got dressed for the day. After pulling my shoe up I opened the door again. Running to get a quick snack from the kitchen. There was toast on a plate with a note I presumed was from Mikey. I grabbed my keys and the toast along with the letter. Locking the door, I turn the knob twice. Never too safe when you live around here. I shove the toast in my mouth as I jet down the sidewalk. Munching on it as I dash around street corners. I stop just at light to cross the street to my final destination. While I wait I read the note. 'Have a great day at work. You're gonna do amazing.' He left a doodle of his face with a thumbs up on the bottom of the note. I giggled as I realized the crossing light turned on. Running as fast as I can across the street. Don't want to risk getting hit by someone who decides to not stop at a red light.

I finally reached the studio where I walked to the front desk. "Hey which room am I in today, Guss?" I ask the sweet man in front of me. He gave a big grin "glad to see you back Starshine, you'll be in A4, just like always." I nod and return the grin. " See you in four hours if I make it out alive." I skip to my recording room. Twisting the knob I'm greeted with my manager's usual 'delightful' rant. "We've been trying to get these songs recorded for a month. You better do your best today." The stern woman frowns at my outfit choice. I nod my head, holding my sheet music, which is littered with sticky notes. I climb into the booth as I start on the first song.

Four hours go past as I sometimes make mistakes, only to be scolded by my manager. She's really a nice woman, she just wants what's best for me professionally. I wave goodbye to Guss as I leave the studio. It's still daylight so I check my schedule. Three twenty pm, lunch with a new investor. Great, another investor lunch, what could be more fun? I take a deep breath and prepare myself mentally. I check my messages to see where the lunch is at. After finding the information, I input the address into gps. Walking down the sidewalk, following directions. I accidentally bumped into someone. I immediately started apologizing for picking up the sheet music I dropped. They left with a huff, I just shrugged it off. I obviously checked to make sure I wasn't pick-pocketed. But I wasn't, so it was just a simple mistake. I continued to follow the directions to a small coffee shop.

I heard the bell jingle as I opened the door. Breathing in the aromas, I look around. A man around my age is waving at me so I walk over to him. "Hi is your name, Mr. Castler?" He nodded his head, then held his hand out to shake mine. I shook it then sat down in that chair across from him. He looked quite plain, just brown hair and blue eyes. Nothing spectacular, or out of the ordinary. But something felt off about him. "I was interested in what type of talent a young girl like yourself had. So I thought I would ask to meet you in person." He grinned a little. I shifted a bit uncomfortable in my seat at being called a 'young girl.' "Ah well I'm afraid, not too much. I only started vocal lessons a year ago." I smiled politely at him. A chill runs down my spine as I do so. "Well, we shall see. Why don't you go order yourself something? I'll happily pay for it my dear." He stares at me with a look like he was judging my next move. "I am capable of paying for myself. But thank you for the kind offer." I decline as I stand up. I walk over to the line of people and glance through the options. Unfortunately, it's mainly coffee, however homemade chocolate chip cookies stood out to me. When it gets to my turn to order I ask for two cookies. The cashier rings me up and hands me two warm cookies. I calmly back walk over to the table. He chuckled at my choice of pleasure. I simply smile, "would you like one? I heard that this was the best thing on their menu." He scoffed a bit before getting up and ordering something for himself.

I sat and enjoyed my first cookie. It was sweet but just warm enough for the chocolate to still be gooey. I daydreamed a bit, thriving in the heavenly taste. I was grateful I bought two. Mr. Castler sits back down with coffee in hand. I scrunch my nose a bit at the smell of black coffee. I try to play it off by taking another bite of this delicious cookie. "You have quite the childish taste, Mrs. Snelson." He smirked as I took a third bite. I cover my mouth and swallow the food in my mouth. "Well, I like to live like a child. Full of wonder at the world and such simple forgiveness." His face scrunched up at my final words. "Apologies if what I said was rude. I'm still learning adult lingo." I smile a victorious smile. "How old are you exactly?" He inquires of me with such disdain is his eyes. "I am about 21 years of age this coming fall," I quip. He won't win this battle of wits. I've dealt with far more rude individuals. "We appear to be around the same age." He groans with a faux smile. I return the same, but warmer, smile. "Yes sir, I do have to get going soon as I have other business to attend to. But I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening." I wrap a napkin around my last cookie as I finish the other one. "Yes, I'll definitely have to speak to your manager later. Have a good night." He rebuttals, I get up and head to the door.

Rude investor- zero, me- one.

I push it open and walk out hearing the satisfying ring of the bell. I walk a bit away from the coffee shop before jotting its name in my notes. I'll definitely have to bring the guys here, oh and April. I check for my next appointment. Four pm, vocal lessons. I check the time in excitement. Three thirty pm, are you kidding me!? I thought I was in there for so long, but it was only ten minutes? I shake my head and run home, hoping to put my items away. Once I get to the apartment complex I run up the stairs to my apartment door. Before I unlock it I turn the door knob twice, good still locked. I unlock the door and push it open. I toss my sheet music on the counter and grab a bag off the floor. I shut the door again and lock it, turning the knob twice before leaving. I zip down the stairs again and sprint to my next appointment.

Making it in the nick of time, I pull open the front door. I walk up to the front desk, "Danielle Snelson for four pm." The front desk lady smiles at me as I gasp for air. "Way to make it at the last second Starshine," she chuckled. I smile up at her after crouching down. She typed something into the computer and nodded her head at me. I stood up again, skipping all the way to Miss Edna's vocal class. Pushing the door open, I smile. "Hey Miss E, I'm here." The cat yokai sitting in her chair turned to look at you. "'Bout time you showed up. I was wondering when my favorite Starshine would show up." She stood up and put her hands on her hips. I beamed at her, walking a bit fast, in her direction. "I remembered my bag this time, so avid notes. This time, that is, I mean." "Good, because we got a lot to cover." She grabbed a piece of paper off her desk. It was the list of warm ups she wanted me to try. Along with some notes from the last session. "Can't wait, Miss E," I smiled. I'm always so smiley here.

The session lasted till about seven pm. Miss Edna doesn't like to keep her students too late. She's afraid they might get hurt going home. Such a sweet lady. I pushed open the doors, waving goodbye to Mrs. Glades, before leaving. I check my phone to see my last few things for the day. But when I open the app, I'm disappointed. Seven pm, hang out with the turtle bros. I let out a frustrated sigh as I walked down the street. I immediately called Donnie. "Hello, you are conversing with Donatello, how can I assist you?" I take a deep breath before yelling into the phone. "WHY ISN'T MY NEXT APPOINTMENT IN MY NOTES APP, DONNIE." I could hear him pull his phone back to where his 'ears' are. "I figured the next few things on your list weren't all that important. So can you come help me test out my new invention?" I take a few deep breaths as I stand by a bus stop. Breath Danielle, breath. I know you are so rightfully mad, but yelling won't fix anything."No Donatello, I can not, luckily I remembered to jot it down the last time you pulled this stunt. I'm not getting fired because you want to hangout with me." I pulled out a sticky note and started heading back to my apartment. "I'll definitely talk to you after this week but I'm busy. Promise you won't do this again. I really enjoy my job, plus it helps with your uranium fund." I can see my apartment as I say the last words. "I gotta go now, I'll definitely talk to you later. I love you, also tell your brothers and Splinter I love them too." The other end is silent as you reach your door. "Don-a-long-a-ding-dong? Are you there?" I turn the door knob twice, still locked. I unlock it and open the door, turning the lights on as I enter. "I'm hanging up now, talk to you later, bye bye." Saying the final phrase I push the end call button.

I read the note which has one thing left, a video call with the manager and my scheduling assistant. I place the bag back on the floor and walk into the bedroom. Turning the light on I grab my laptop off the charger and plop in on my desk. I try some breathing exercises to calm my nerves before opening it up. I type in my password and open the website. Clicking the call button, I greet the two with a smile. The scheduling assistant gave me a little wave before my manager started the meeting. Which ends quite successfully, me scoring the investor with my witty attitude and having a talk show interview lined up this week. I closed out of the meeting sighing in relief. I dragged myself away from my desk and made an easy dinner. Frozen pizza, the small kind you put in the microwave. Not the best tasting pizza, but its food. I remembered the cookie I left here from earlier and decided to eat it as well. Plopping myself on the couch and eat my sad dinner. I looked at my phone and saw a bunch of messages. I opened up the app and they were all from Donnie. I was scared he was mad at me, but after opening the messages I stared in confusion. Normal messages about how sorry he was and that he would make it up to me. These aren't normal for Donnie…

I looked at any other messages I got. Raph just messaged me a cute video of a cat. And Leo messaged me some memes. I got an eerie feeling, so I got up and checked my computer. I tried logging in but I couldn't. I tried three times before it locked me out for an hour. Then I checked my phone. Praying for things to remain the same. And they were, but just in case I shot my manager and other important people a message that I was sick. Letting them know that I got a stomach bug. Mainly sympathy from the other people. But worry from my manager, she knows I hardly ever get sick. I texted her I probably got food poisoning and I'm ok for the most part. She let me know that she will try to work around it. I thank her and turn off my phone. I start panicking, thinking of what the hell Donnie is planning. I turn my phone back on and shoot him a text. 'Hey Donnie, I'm free to call now.' I prayed he would respond. And luckily, he did. 'You can call first, apologies for inconveniencing you earlier.' I take a deep breath and press the call button. The phone rings a bit until Donnie picks it up. "Hey Donnie, I can come over tomorrow, I got free from another investor lunch." I heard slow breathing on the other end before receiving an answer. "Yeah sounds good, but could you come to the sewers right now… I got a mega surprise." I felt myself tense up. "For how long will you need me? I'm pretty tired, my sensory issues are also having a field day."

"Not too long, maybe an hour at most. Do you think you can make it?" I pause, debating the pros and cons. "Um yeah sure, be right over." I end the call, grabbing a coat. I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys. I lock my door, doing the same procedure as I always do. And head to the closest sewer drain. I struggle to get it up but once I do I slip into the ladder. Trying my best to pull it over, I somehow successfully do. And start the long descent downward. As I reach the bottom my legs and arms are tired. But I continue the treck through the sewers. I have my flashlight on my phone guiding me. Until I see some light, then turn off my phone and rush towards it. I climb up to Donnie's lab and knock on the wall. Donnie turns his head and smirks at my pathetic state. "Hey I ran around all day, took off a sewer drain, put it back on and climbed down the ladder. Some of us aren't genetically modified mutant turtles, who have trained to fight crime from the day they could walk." I staggered my way to one of his chairs and plopped myself in it. "You know you could stay here for the night. We have the extra room for that very reason." Donnie had gone back to whatever he was working on. I groaned, "but Mikey always clings to me when I stay the night. And Leo sneaks into the room early in the morning to tickle me awake. No thank you, Mr. Genius." I closed my eyes for a bit but then observed Donnie as he worked.

He truly was a genius. He was always inventing something new when I came over. I was normally his willing test subject on new inventions. But not necessarily today. He finished up on whatever he was working on and pushed up his goggles. "Try this on," he handed me what looked like a choker. Like one you would see at stores. I examined it and asked, "what does it do?" He smiled brightly and went off on a rant. "Well, thanks to the genius, moi, this choker as one would call it can track the person wearing it. It also has a help button on the front, that I ingeniously hid. The wiring is very…" after he got to the wiring bit I kinda zoned out. I started opening and closing the necklace to figure out how to put on and take it off. "... And so in conclusion it is a spectacular device I made. Go ahead, put it on." Donnie's eyes sparkled in anticipation. So I put the choker on. It fit perfectly, plus it was comfortable, unlike so many others I had tried on. "Wow, this is surprisingly comfortable. Who is it for? April? Cassandra?" I pondered and I took the necklace off. "Oh no, no, it's a wonderful gift for you!" He shook his hands in excitement. I sat there shocked. A present… for me? There had to be strings attached.

"How much money did you want in the uranium fund?" Donnie looked disappointed when I asked this. All I could do was stare back in my cluelessness. "It's just a gift, I don't need anything in return. Is that so hard to believe?" He said the final sentence sounding hurt. I immediately put the necklace back on as a way to say thank you. But it didn't do much to the turtle's ego. "I do love it, I think it's so cool. You know me, I struggle receiving gifts." I smiled awkwardly as a small grin appeared on his face. "I'm gonna go home now, but I'll definitely see you tomorrow." I stood up to walk away. "... Wait, I um, have one more thing to show you." He shifted nervously in his seat. "Sorry dear I'm tired, please hold off till tomorrow." I gave him a little wave before I started walking out of the room. Then suddenly I felt an arm wrap around me. "Very funny Donnie, but we can hug tomorrow, if you feel like it. But I'm pretty sure this is a 'don't leave' hug not a 'I want one' hug." I sighed trying to push his arm off me. I struggled to loosen his grip but to no avail. Donnie stayed silent for a bit before wrapping his second arm around me. I was immobilized, just thrashing around. This was until I felt a prick on my upper arm. I knew not to look, if I did I would cry. He betrayed my trust, the most important thing he had of mine. I didn't stay conscious for long. I was tired from the long day and the tranq didn't help much. As I fell unconscious I felt him pull me tighter to his chest.

[jaeyong-sucker]

HOLIDAY • LUCAS

PAIRING: Wong Yukhei x Male Reader 

GENRE: Smut, Some Fluff

WARNINGS: Insecurities (Mentioned but not specified)

SUMMARY: Sex deprived Lucas and Y/N having sex first thing in the morning. 

Note: I tried making this fic more intimate than my other ones and… I hope you enjoy reading! Feedback is always appreciated. ^~^ 

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It's warm. 

You are currently sitting in front of the fireplace of the cabin you and your husband, Lucas, bought over two months ago. You both agreed to buy this cabin as a place for you to spend your vacation or just small breaks from your hectic jobs. Well, maybe mostly Lucas's. Being the husband of a hardworking CEO and having your job as a fulltime model could be depriving both of you physically. Although you couldn't spend much time with each other in person, you always kept in touch through those video calls and small dates when you had time. 

But today would be completely different. You both decided to spend your vacation and dedicate time only for each other. You couldn't even remember when was the last time you've become physically intimate. Probably half a month ago? A year? Crazy, you think. And it would be crazier if you won't become intimate this time at all. You woke up earlier to have Lucas by your side snoring loudly, whilst hugging the human sized pillow tightly. As much as you want to tear the pillow he seems to be attached to, you don't want to wake him up and have a grumpy husband giving you soft glares. Besides, it's been a while since he has slept this well.

Back to the fireplace, you admire the soft blanket sprawled over the mat on the floor, which adds warmth beneath you. Your back leaning against the front skirt of the sofa, which is equally soft and velvety to Lucas's preference. Perfect for fucking, as he says. You loosen the garter around the waistband of your robe as you felt hotter sitting in front of a fireplace for God knows how long. It's still different, though. Lucas's warmth feels warmer and a hundredfold better than the heat of the fireplace. Especially when your bare skins come in contact, that's one of your favorites for sure. 

Just the thought of him cuddling you makes you very impatient and want to pull him from the bed and melt into him. Just as you were about to stand up from your spot, a raspy voice called your attention and you could tell that person had just woken up. 

"Hi." Lucas comes from the kitchen with a large mug of hot choco in hand. There he is. Clad in tight Calvin Klein boxers that make you salivate on the spot. That beautiful face to die for. His big, strong arms. Those broad shoulders. His stomach that is beautifully ripped. Those firm pecs and chiseled thighs. You do not miss the faint purple marks scattered all over his neck and chest, some even on his abs and thighs. A reminder (apart from the wedding ring) that Lucas is yours alone and no one else's. Such an amazing thing to see first thing in the morning. 

"Join me, please." You pouted and made grabby arms towards your husband, who coos at the sight. He first takes the camera settled on the table and takes a photo of your cute form. He grins satisfyingly at the view he's just captured. A photo of you sitting with your legs in a W position. One side of your robe sliding down past your shoulder exposing the expanse of skin with purple marks all over your collarbone and neck. Your eyes almost resemble a begging kitten's that only fake ears are missing. 

"Move a bit, baby." He settles the mug of chocolate on the table near you and fixes himself on the space you made from moving farther from the sofa. He pulls you closer as soon as he settles comfortably behind you and gets the mug back and brings it closer to your lips to give you a taste of the sweet liquid. As you sip from the mug, you notice the arms of your husband wrapped around your body begin to tighten and you feel delicate sniffs and kisses placed on your head. You both hum in satisfaction as you found the warmth you've been craving for. The warmth you were deprived of for months. 

You placed your head above Lucas's shoulder and you smile up at him to see him returning the smile, only brighter and with his eyes forming crescents. His smile is such a refreshing sight to you. You both know he goes all out when he works, whether it be a small project or an important event, and it could be exhausting for most. However, he never loses his bright smile no matter how tired he is. It amazes you how he keeps his smile even though you weren't always with him physically to cheer him up. 

Lucas places a soft kiss on your forehead and makes a cute noise of contentment. That kiss on your forehead leads to kisses all over your face. Some are wet, but you don't mind, though. Instead you close your eyes as you enjoy the plump lips touching your skin and anticipate for the next kisses. Being this close to your husband matters the most to you.

"I miss this, baby." He finally speaks up and you look at him with full attention. He continues. "I miss being this close to you. Been a while, hasn't it?" He watches you delightfully. 

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this to happen. I've scratched the walls of our bedroom when you're at work." You both laugh at your statement and reminisce how those late night emotional video calls lead to phone sex.

"But now we're here. No interruptions." He softly said as you adjust yourself to sit on his lap and place your head on his chest to hear the calm beating of his heart. "Just the two of us alone here and we can have…", he pauses and you look at him blushing brightly, both of you knowing what he is talking about. He continues, "sex whenever we want, however we want to, wherever we want to. Even outside, but not now… it's snowing for fuck's sake." He blushes more, his whole face and ears being a shade of red. 

"We can be as loud as we want and we can do it as many times as we want. No one can hear us. It's just you and me in our world." He finishes with a quick peck on your lips, followed by a long, passionate kiss that left the both of you heaving for air as soon as you both parted. Knowing where this leads, you place the mug away from you and straddle his lap. He looks at you endearingly and pulls you lower and has your lips dancing against his. You both move in symphony, enjoying the plumpness of each other's lips and the moment together. 

Not long after, the sweet kiss turned aggressive, with Lucas holding either side of your jaw and you pulling on the hair at the back of his head; the want of each other getting stronger as time passes. You both pull out for a few good seconds before resuming locking lips with each other, both of you now having your lips swollen and saliva on your lips to your chins. 

The kiss gets more heated once you started grinding against Lucas, who turned hard which was evident by the obvious bulge and the wet spot on his gray boxers. He grinds against you in return and notices your robe sliding off. He assists you in removing the robe and admires your body once it has been thrown across the room. He moans as he sees your body covered with old purple marks on the same spots he has sucked on before. He salivates upon seeing your tiny waist and your peeking, leaking erection that is barely hidden by your short skirt, which he stripped off you.

Heavy, shaky breathing and moaning filled the room as you enjoyed each other's bodies. Lucas's face is planted on your chest as he sucks and nips on the sensitive nipples that arouse everytime he plays with them. Your hands are tangled with his hair as you grind your erection harder on his clothed cock. As need takes over you, you desperately tug at the waistband of his boxers, to which he automatically responds by sliding them off and kicking them somewhere (hopefully not on the furnace since that is his favorite pair). 

You hurriedly fetch the lube and the box of condoms. Lucas swiftly yet properly wears the condom on his monstrous cock while you squirt some lube on your fingers to stretch your hole (which was stretched by a butt plug earlier). You eagerly line up your hole as soon as Lucas coats his cock with lube. You hold on to Lucas's shoulders as you lower yourself, knowing the first minutes of the intrusion would hurt. 

"Fuck. I literally forgot how… b-big you actually are." You whimper shakily as you struggle in lowering yourself down Lucas's thick shaft; feeling so full when it's actually just the big cock head that made a smooth yet painful intrusion in your ass. 

"Shhh. Take your time, alright? We're not in a rush, don't worry." Lucas reassures, his voice ever so fondly while holding one side of your hip with one hand to stabilize your body hovering over his. His other hand holds his cock upright which is slowly hugged by your warm walls. He whispers words of praise and encouragement as you take him fully at a staggeringly slow time. You broke down to a cry once he is fully inside you. The pain was one thing but the thought of making love with your husband again makes you more emotional, to which Lucas swiftly responds by a gentle, reassuring kiss. 

You catch Lucas's lips and reciprocate just how he loves it. Slow yet passionate. You both take your time savoring each other's lips and bodies as you adjust to your husband's length. Occasional gasps and whimpers interrupted the kiss as you tested the waters by moving slightly to his shaft and gained a stinging stretch in return, making Lucas shake you by the shoulder. 

"Don't rush, okay, baby? Move when you're ready and you'll be taking control, hm?" He whispers, voice deep and soft and calming. He wraps his arms around you and slowly rubs all over your back, feeling all the warmth he has been longing for so long. He nuzzles into your warm chest before leaving delicate kisses all over the place, adoring the soft pale skin that he loves touching. 

He suddenly looks up at you with his big puppy eyes when he feels you grind against him. You nod as a confirmation and hold onto him tightly, then begin grinding slowly against him. You look at each other with half lidded eyes that shine with eagerness for each other. With both hands, you cup his face and admire the handsome sight below you. His large doe eyes below his thick eyebrows. His high nose that is strong and masculine in contrast with his innocent looking eyes. Those lips full and luscious and his sculpted jaw that complete the perfect face of your man. Your man. You smile internally, ever grateful and feeling blessed to have this perfect man by your side forever. 

He tilts his head upwards and looks at you adoringly. He takes in the sight of you hovering above him. "So perfect," he whispers in a volume loud enough for you to hear. "Beautiful, my beautiful Y/N," he continues before hugging you tighter to feel more of you. He always wonders how you complain to him and rant about how insecure you are with a certain feature of yours. No matter how much you hide yourself, he wonders how such a beautiful person feels ashamed of himself. He saw past those scars and sees how perfect you always are sans all the makeup you apply on your body. 

You indulge yourself in feeling Lucas inside you. His member keeping you full and hitting you in the right places that gave out sweet pleasure. His hands held you tightly, caressing your slender waist he absolutely loves. He groans in satisfaction, relishing how he feels this good, which he never felt in months. "Fuck, baby. You make me feel so good," he loudly moans, his breath hitting your lips which are not that far from yours. Those beautiful lips. Fuck, he wants more. 

He leans up and captures your lips. The kiss no longer needy and in search of lust. You both move in a way to make sure the other is satisfied, special, rather. You both hum in contentment at how sweet the kiss goes. Everything feels just right. The warmth. The kiss. The sex. Lucas. Yes, with Lucas everything feels safe and right. Your sunshine, your world. You both moan into the kiss, the both of you swallowing each other's sounds of delight, reacting to how your bodies melt into each other. Every small touch that tingles sweetly. 

Lucas begins thrusting in you as soon as you fall limp from exhaustion. He holds you firmly and hits you in that sweet, special spot that every thrust pulls a resonant moan from your throat. "Let me make you feel good," he growls loudly as he speeds up just in the speed and intensity and depth you love. He smirks internally, loving the way your screams of pleasure could go past the cabin's walls. He moans loudly as well, loving the way your tightness feels warm and heavenly around him. 

Not long after, loud moans and whimpers and skin slapping resounded in the room. Profanities and praises being screamed and getting louder as each second goes by. Your breaths become rapid and you hug Lucas tightly as you feel that familiar wave about to hit you. Tears brimmed your eyes and your hands traveled to Lucas's hair and you pulled him closer to your chest as you released onto the tight gap between your bodies, which are pressed together tightly. 

Lucas moves speedily under you. He holds you closely, but not too harsh to the point that your waist bruises, and thrusts unforgivingly as he chases his high, not forgetting to hit you in the prostate once in a while. His thrusts become sloppy and languid and he begins screaming your name as he releases his warm seed in the condom. He moans out your name and presses his sweaty forehead against your equally sweaty chest as his body shakes from the intensity of his orgasm. He occasionally bucks up his hips, riding out the remains of his orgasm and spilling more of his load. 

He perks up his head and shows you those needy eyes that make your heart flutter. You giggle before leaning down to press your lips against his, to which he responds by eagerly sucking on your lips. Enjoying the softness and sweetness of your lips accompanied by the euphoric orgasm you both just had. The both of you hum in contentment, having your first sex in what felt like decades and feeling blissful, smiling to the kiss. You both part for air, breathlessly panting and smirking at how swollen both your lips have become. You both stare at each other lovingly, taking in each other's features in admiration. 

Lucas snaps of his daze upon seeing you yawn and your eyelids drooping. Slowly, he pulls out of you and carefully lies you on the blanketed floor. He pulls away the condom, ties it and tosses it on the nearest bin. He then rushes into the bathroom and returns with a damp towel and another blanket after cleaning himself up. He giggles upon seeing your face forming a cute pout as he knows how whiny you could get from the loss of physical contact. He also takes a mental note to draw a warm bath later. 

He sits beside you after cleaning all the sweat and cum from your body. Then, he lifts you and carefully lines you over his semi-erect cock, then slowly guides you down until you're fully warming his length. He grabs the blanket and drapes it over you. You could feel the warm grasp of your husband's arms enveloping you, and you can't help but lean further into Lucas despite your bodies being completely pressed together. He presses a kiss against your forehead before speaking up. 

"How are you, babe?" He asks, his eyes showing sweet sincerity. 

"So good. You made me feel so good. Just the way I love it." You winked.

"You were good, too. I mean, better than the last time." 

"I can't even remember when we last had sex." You chuckle.

"Me, too. But I remember how it went. So wild and crazy and wet. But it was great. I had you screaming my name all day long." He smirks. 

"You screamed mine today a lot, don't forget. It makes me imagine how submissive you would be if I take full control." You smirk in return, observing Lucas's face morph into subtle shock at the idea and you don't miss the way he gulped. 

"You know that can't happen … mommy?" He responds then he turns to a chuckling mess that halted when you wrapped a hand across his neck. He turns shocked, yet amused at this new thing happening. 

"You're so pretty like this, good boy." You mock and flash a cocky grin, seeing how your beast-like husband turned into a puppy with your hand around his neck. Oh, to have a leash around that beautiful neck. 

He shakes his head out of your hand and hides his madly blushing face on your shoulder. "Shut up, Wong Y/N." He whimpers and you chuckle darkly. You get excited in thinking of making your sweet moments spicier and definitely to Lucas's liking and enjoyment. You conjure different scenarios of you and Lucas being dirty and kinky in every place in this cabin. 

Yes, they'll happen. You both will have just the best and most memorable vacation ever. 

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Happy Holidays! This fic came out later than expected but I think it's just fine. Just think of it as my gift to you for the last day of the year lmao. So, Happy Hoelidays and Happy New Year! 

LOVE LOVE LOVE.

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

[chocolanier]

Fingered

Summary :

You don't believe you are into younger guy until Jisung kissing and fingering you so good.

☁︎ Pairing : Jisung x fem!reader

☁︎ Genre : Fluff, smut-ish, vanilla

☁︎ Warnings : Fluffly and soft, be careful not to melt

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It's been months since you saw Jisung last time, and you feel something different. Your parents ask you to deliver some cake to his house, since it's close and doesn't take an extra effort. You have known Jisung since long ago, your parents and his are close friends.

And here you are, knocking his door. You wait for a few minutes but no one answer so rather than letting your body freeze from the cold, you enter the house. Gladly, it is not locked.

As you enter, you see the living room is empty as if no one is home. So you put the cake on the table and try to check the kitchen.

"what are you doing here, noona?"

Surprised, you turn around, just to see his figure towering over you.

You have never see him as a man because you're two years older than him and you swear you're not into younger guys. To you, he is just a cute younger brother. But, you see he has become so attractive and... handsome?

You quickly deny your thoughts and greet him nicely, "Jisung! you've gotten taller these days! here, my parents bought you some cake! You like it, right?"

He smiles "Thanks. Do you walk here? You must be cold, noona."

"Ah, It's alright." you smile, do not expect that he notices your body is still shivering from the cold outside.

"Stay here for a while, I'll make some hot choco." He says, while walking to his bedroom

You follow his steps, "You will make me some hot choco? My Jisung is getting mature!"

Then he come back with blanket in his hand, gently covering it over your shoulder. You felt a spark from his touch, feeling his hand pressing your shoulder as his body almost touch yours, guiding you to the living room.

"Just wait here, noona."

So you sit and wait, hugging yourself as you see his figure from behind. His shoulder looks broad, and you never notice that. He looks cool when focusing on making the drinks, and you like that. Resting your body, you stay, observing him for minutes.

"Jisung?"

"Yes, noona?"

"Where are your parents?"

"There are going on a business trip." He answers, his hands are busy pouring the hot choco into the mug.

"I see. My parents did not tell me."

Knowing that they are no one else in his house, suddenly you feel a bit awkward. He smirks, bringing two hot choco in his hands and walks towards you. You can smell chocolate as he put the mugs on the table and sit beside you.

"You look nervous, noona."

"Ah, I just not used to talk with you like this and... you look different." you look down, avoiding his gaze just to found his veined hands.

"And what's different about me?"

"You look more... mature?" your voice gets lower and your eyes still locked to his hands, can't deny the fact that you have a thing for hand

"like what you see?" he leans to you, his lips form a smile seeing your blushing face

Startled of getting caught off, you recklessy grab the mug in front of you and taking a sip from it. Unluckily, you coughing because it is too hot.

"Jisung! It is too hot!"

He laugh, taking the mug from your hand and wipe the stain in your lips. "You are so cute, noona. Do you know that?"

You gasp at his touch but don't deny it. Secretly, you enjoy it and wants more. His thumb is still on your lips even though the stain have gone.

"Do you still see me as a little brother?" he moves his face closer, make you feel his breath "I'm always interested in you, and you never notice that." He continues "I've always like you, noona."

You back off, just to found his other hand in your waist, blocking your movement. "Tell me, noona, that now you see me as a man."

You just want to hide your face, the fact that your body is so small in his embrace make you feel to give up with his touch. "Jisung... we are too close."

He moves closer, eyes locking to your lips. "Jisung, we shouldn't-"

He kissed you, sucking your lips gently, holding himself to taste you more.

"Answer me, noona." He breaks the kiss, just to place his thumb in your lips again, teasing you. It feels... intimate.

Can't take his gaze, you turn away and jisung cup your face. "Look at me, I know you feel the same."

You dare to stare back at him and lied, "I'm not into younger guys."

He kiss you again, tasting the remaining chocolate in your mouth. You hands clenched, holding your moan of his sweet lips. But it doesn't last long until he breaks the kiss again, leaving you frustated, "Should we stop this? I see that you are not into younger guys." He tease you. With reflect, you put your arm in his neck, reluctant to let him go.

"Why? You want more, noona?" he pecks your lips "like the taste of my lips?" he lockes you into a kiss, tasting your mouth and you can't help but moan when he deepen the kiss. Later you found yourself out of breath, pushing him and gasping. It was wet and sweet, you feel something burning up just from his kiss. If you know that it would feel so addicting, you wouldn't mind being with a younger guy.

"You can lie but your face tells everything, noona."

Your ego holds you back to admit it, but you can't deny that you got turned on. His hands, how he touch you and how his deep voice makes you weak.

"Jisung, please..."

"Yes, noona?" his hand move to your inner thigh, and you gasp at his bold touch.

"Don't stop." you feel his hands gets inside your skirt, touching your clothed cunt and slowly put your panties aside. You put your hand on your mouth, holding your moan as you feel his finger on your wetness.

He continues, rubbing your clit up and down. "So wet. You like my touch so much, huh?" You tried so hard not to moan from how good his fingers feels, but there he is, lazily playing with your pussy, sneaking one finger into your hole. "I haven't stretch you out, but you are so warm and ready." he rubs your vagina, trying to find your g-spot. He enters his other finger and curled it up inside of your hole.

"Ahh!" You let out a moan, and Jisung takes his fingers out and sneak it to your mouth, making you taste your own juice.

"You look beautiful, so worked up with only my fingers." he put out his fingers and kiss you, tasting yourself from your mouth. He puts you into his lap without breaking the kiss, and your hands wanders, touching his open neck. Your grip thickened when you feel his hand touching your clit, making a circular motion.

"Jisung! mm-" He shuts you down, teasing with his tongue on your mouth while his hands fingering you hard, making you shiver from the overstimulation. And when he breaks the kiss, you panting real hard.

"Can't help but moan, noona? Then do it, moan, express how good I make you feel." His hand grabs your waist, keeping you close in his embace while his other hand playing in your hole, goes in and out.

"Aaahh! I'm close!" you never felt this good, your hip moving desperately, following his motion. "Jisung, harder! Ahhh!" And you come, your vision got blurry, screaming at how good it feels to release your cum.

"Aaahh- ha-" you rest your head in his shoulder, trying to recover from the orgasm. Your cum dripping, making your panties and skirt wet. Jisung plays with your clit once again, making a final circular motion, leaving your legs trembling and licking his fingers clean, your cheeks blush at how intimate his action is. And then you felt a soft touch in your head, stroking you as he says "Who makes you feel this good, noona?"

"You, Jisung!" your answer makes him giggles, stroking you once again and kiss the top your head, holding you tight in his embrace. "I love you, noona."

[perles-infinite-fictional-love]

Milk Cookie x reader (part 8)

Content: Fluff, adventure, gender neutral reader, SFW.

Plot: You've been turned into a cookie by a witch. Milk Cookie doesn't know that you're human, but he's still trying to help you get back home! In this episode, the Mala Tribe welcomes you and your friends.

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/304676013-milk-cookie-x-reader-by-my-side

<Part 7  Part 9>

Despite the spikes, horns, and roughness, the Mala Tribe was surprisingly friendly. They were really eager to welcome us to their village; barely arrived, Mala Sauce Cookie shouted to introduce us as friends, and they were almost immediately handing us food and big mugs for a toast. Although... A part of me quickly suspected that their generosity was due to them being so amused by outsiders' reactions to spicy food!

Yeah, they got a really good laugh out of me and Purple Yam Cookie spitting out the first sip of our drink, which turned out to be really hot sauce... However, Milk Cookie didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with what we were eating. In fact, Milk Cookie seemed immune to most of the hotness of the Dragon's Valley, for some reason.

We were eventually sitting with Mala Sauce Cookie, as she informed us about the land.

"Hmm... Nope! Sorry, I've never seen a 'Dark Choco Cookie' come through here..." She replied after Milk Cookie explained our quest.

Milk Cookie frowned sadly, as Purple Yam Cookie frowned angrily.

"Why is it so HARD to get any lead!?" Purple Yam Cookie grumbled.

"Ah... But I'm sure he came here..." Milk mumbled.

"Maybe he did! I'm not all-knowing, you know! Hrahah!" Mala Sauce Cookie chugged her mug. "Ahh... Maybe he came through here when the Dragon's Valley was doing better... When the steam, smoke and volcanic explosions made it hard to see the horizon! It would have been easier to walk through here unnoticed..."

"You call that BETTER??" Purple Yam Cookie squinted.

"Sure do! Destructive heat is the best part of this land! It's what made our tribe strong! And SPICY!" Her expression turned into annoyance, looking at the land. "But since last year or so... the heat started going down... The rivers of lava are drying up... The volcano is calming down... The Dragon's Valley is getting... BLAND..." She paused. Chugging again. "Which is why I'm gonna go find the dragon!"

"Dragon??" Milk Cookie said with wide eyes.

Dragon? A real dragon? Or a monster made out of candies?...

"Yup! In our tribe's legends, it's said that this dragon living at the top of the volcano has something to do with the land's fiery nature! So he's gotta be able to help!"

"Won't that be dangerous?" Milk Cookie asked.

"Sure it will! But I have to do it!"

"...Then let us assist you!"

"WHAT." Purple Yam Cookie glared at Milk Cookie. "We're ALREADY on a QUEST!"

"But we have to! Help is needed, and we must repay our dept! Don't forget Mala Sauce Cookie saved our lives...!"

"It's just the weather getting colder! Who cares?!" Purple Yam Cookie crossed his arms.

I stayed quiet a moment. Obviously, I had really big doubts about going after a dragon... ...But also heck, I did want to see dragon. It's not like we were going to fight it, right? We were gonna ask that dragon for a favor or something... Besides, I was becoming confident that these over-powered cookies could get through anything. As long as I sticked with Milk Cookie... I'd probably be fine.

"Are you scared of the dragon, Purple Yam Cookie?" I said.

Purple Yam Cookie quickly turned to me, staring at me with the purest 'you wish to die?' eyes a cookie could have. "...I changed my mind. I'M COMING."

It was that easy.

"Great!" Milk Cookie beamed. "It's good to have you along, Purple Yam Cookie!"

"Hmmph..."

"Really?... Heh... I knew you two were the daring type!" Mala Sauce smiled brightly, then turned to me. "What about you?~"

"Huh!?" I turned nervous instantly, and already doubting myself. "Well I... I..." The three of them were staring at me... However, Milk Cookie gave me an encouraging smile. Despite my doubts, I wanted to become tough enough to follow him in these adventures, I really did. "...I want to come."

"HAH!" She slammed her hand onto my shoulder. It... really hurt.... "Non-spicy cookies are always welcome to tag along!~" She landed a few intense pats on my shoulder, almost breaking my arm, then walked away. "We'll be leaving tomorrow! Feel free to sleep anywhere around the village... maybe in the marshmallow storage?... Heh! Sorry! we don't have an inn. We don't get much travelers, ya see..."

"Oh, thank you kindly, Mala Sauce Cookie!" Milk Cookie thanked her, followed by a quieter thanks from me.

"Nah... I should be thanking you for joining!" She smiled and dived back among her peers.

The Mala Tribe kept the celebration going all the way, for the rest of the day! It was hard to tell if the Mala Tribe was really that excited to have visitors, or if they just celebrated like that every day. There was drinking and table games (mostly arm wrestling)... and actual wrestling, which Purple Yam Cookie inevitably joined after a while. I even ended up playing dice with a couple of spicy cookies that really wanted to 'play with the new guys'. The loudness of these cookies was overwhelming sometimes, but they were so eager, it was hard to be in a bad mood.

When things sort of started to calm down, I noticed Milk Cookie was going around, seemingly asking the spicy cookies about something. Every time he got a reply, he seemed a little sad...

Wondering what was going on, I stood up to go join him, then managed to hear what he was saying:

"Excuse me sir, do you happen to know of a land called [insert the name of your country here]?" He asked.

"What's that?? [Deformed name of your country]?? Hah! I don't even know what's next to the Dragon's Valley!!" The spicy cookie replied.

Milk Cookie frowned. "Oh well!... Thank you anyway! Have a good night sir!..." He finally saw me, and turned to me with a smile. "I'm sorry Y/N... I don't think the Mala Tribe can help us find your home..."

"!" Right... We were traveling together to find someone who knows the place I come from... "Aww... No, don't be sorry!... I'm glad you even thought of asking asking around...!"

"Why? Did you forget?~" He asked, a little bit teasingly.

"What?? No! I was just-....." I couldn't think of a quick excuse.

He chuckled brightly. "Don't worry Y/N! You must be really tired from the day we had, that's all!..."

He was right...

"I was going to get some sleep sooner... It looks like we have quite a journey ahead of us tomorrow!" He frowned, with that compassionate look in his eyes... "You know... You could stay in the village until we get back, if you want. If you want to sit it out, there's no shame in it! My mission is to help you find your way back home, not to drag you into unrelated side quests..."

I deeply appreciated his concern, but I wanted him to know I could be daring! And again, I genuinely believed I'd be safe as long as I stayed close to him. Also I didn't want to be alone in a village of cookies I don't know as well...

"No, I... I really want to come!!" I said

"Ah!" He beamed happily... To my greatest relief?... I kind of expected him to feel unsure about this... I guess he really didn't think of me as a burden...! "Understood! Then you should join me and get some sleep right away!"

"Yes! Absolutely! I am tired..." I paused. "...Where are you going to sleep...?"

"Oh, the marshmallow storage. I haven't slept on a soft surface in months!" He said with a smile.

"Ohh... You... wouldn't mind if I go there too, right?"

He beamed again. "Not at all!!" He then looked in the direction of Purple Yam Cookie, who was now arm-wrestling Mala Sauce Cookie. "My friend! Are you coming to rest?"

"I'M BUSY! I'LL SLEEP LATER!" Purple Yam Cookie growled.

"Oh... Well, Don't stay up too late!..." Milk Cookie then smiled to me, and headed to that large shed-looking hut.

So I followed Milk Cookie into the marshmallow storage. We flopped onto squishy marshmallows, under a roof... No need to set up tents or start a fire! After the crazy day we had, I admit it was a much appreciated break from the usual routine... even though the heat was still overwhelming... How was it possible that Milk Cookie was still wearing this thick high-collar shawl? Only the celestials could tell.