#Pi Day activity

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I keep forgetting to be active. Sorry

[runefactorynonsense]

Cozytober - Day 13 - Apple Pie

How... How does that even work? Don't question it.

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[choicesmonthlychallenge]

July 24th is National and International Private Investigator day!

About: Since Crimes of Passion II is currently releasing and our MC is a private detective, I thought this could be a great day to celebrate the book and our detectives with @choicesbookclub. However, mysteries are a part of many Choices stories, making our MCs and fave characters private detectives even if unofficially, so this event is now OPEN TO ALL CHOICES BOOKS and characters

How to Participate:

Shadows & Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery + Giveaway with @bayleedrawsx

This is a very open to interpretation event as long as your submission has something do with a mystery, being an investigator, solving a crime, and/or something of that nature it's perfect. You probably have better ideas than I do about how to use this event in your stories/worlds! (Some prompts/ideas to think about below)

* Just tag the blog and I'll share your work: @choicesmonthlychallenge.

* If you are creating for COP, you may also share with @choicesbookclub

I proposed a murder mystery crossover story [here]. In my head it was going to be short and more like a puzzle for you to solve—like, here is the setting, here are the characters, this is the crime, here are the suspects, and this is what happened. When I posted about it initially it was about 1,000 words total. It kind of turned into a full fan fic story at about 5,500 words. I still am posting it as part of the event, but I'll be doing it on my personal blog (@storyofmychoices) since the story and this event kind of got away from me. I still hope it's good and you'll enjoy it!

It will still be posted in smaller sections over the 4 days of this event to give people time to read and hypothesis what happened and who is responsible

Some ideas to get you started

As mentioned initially, there is still a GIVEAWAY!!! (since in my head the first person to solve the mystery would "win"!) @bayleedrawsx has agreed to assist with the giveaway but now you don't have to correctly solve the mystery (especially since the ending has a twist now), you just have to enjoy the ride. Any one who comments on or reblogs with a comment with their theories, thoughts, ideas, ect. will be entered in the giveaway. You can get 1 entry for each part of the story you interact with. (Likes and reblogs without comments do not count).

There will be 3 winners: 1 (one) winner will get a 2 character minimalist commission with Baylee and 2 (two) seperate winners will get a 1 character minimalst commission with Baylee.

create a dossier for one of your characters [Template Here]

create a business card, social media edit, advertisement for your detective (whether they are official or it's just a hobby)

create a detective/investigation fic, moodboard, edit, etc.

create a crossover event [some ideas here]

explore the every day mysteries your character might investigate (friend's secret crush/relationship, who ate the last cookie, trying to find the missing items (sock, shoes, pen, keys, glasses, etc), tracking down a secret recipe)

are any of your MCs, OCs, and/or LIs addicted to the Hallmark Movies and Mysteries channel? If so, what's their guilty pleasure?

did mysteries or detective stories play a role in your MCs / OCs lives when they were children (or later)? Did they ever play pretend? Did they have a favorite author?

create a newspaper/magazine edit/article about a mystery in your characters world and how it was solved (maybe it's a real case, or maybe it's a medical case, or something else)

find a detective/investigation/mystery story to use as a basis for @choicesprompts 's Rewrite Challenge

Guidelines

All creative work is accepted (writing, text fics, social media posts, moodboards, edits, art, songs, head canons, etc)

Use the read more/keep reading tool to prevent long posts

Please tag anything that is NSFW and/or triggering appropriately

Minors, please be responsible and DNI with posts labeled 18+/NSFW

You can combine your submission for this event with the Book Club if it is COP related and with any other events happening in the fandom.

have fun

be kind

This event is kind of a hot mess and I apologize! I really don't know what I thought I was doing lol

Got ideas, prompts, suggestions? Please LMK!

All thoughts and additions welcome!

[saviorsfoundation11]

[aimasup]

The Persian that Dipper and Mabel were supposed to get is Pyramid Steve

Your mind! Your mind

They're not actually sure if Steve's a boy.

Like Bill, they can't find any identifying features on this thing, so they saved a trip to the vet for neutering 👌

Downsides to the eating situation: entire pots of stew can go now missing within one second. Chicken breasts can Not be left on the counter or his bottomless greedy ass will Get It. One has to cool pies in the fridge while the other keeps Steve busy

Unlike Bill who's all tooth and nails, Steve is quite the softie. Alarmingly soft, actually. He lacks anything that could tell him apart from a plush toy. You could poke his eye and he wouldn't blink

You've heard of cat magnet now get ready for Cat Magnet

His gifts aren't nearly as large as Bill's. They consist of animal species not native to the local area.

He doesn't shed fur but he did shed his entire eyeball once. Fell right out his socket.

A new eye grew back after a few days. Everyone eventually stopped freaking out and Mabel kept the old one <3

Here's the best part about Steve - he doesn't constantly try to eat Waddles. They used to keep Bill and Waddles as separated as possible, but Bill stopped at nothing to keep seeking out Waddles in a manner so intense it could only be described as actively malicious

They put their foot down and decided to send Bill away when he crossed the Waddles line

Piggie's okay now, don't worry, had an infection for weeks but it cleared out in the end

[kxsagi]

Hello girlie I loved you april fools day post. I wanted to ask if u could make abt crack post the blue lock boys being police officers. Like rin is in the drug invetigation bc with his tongue outside he looks like he is on crack😂. Could you pls make it for isagi,rin,sae,bachira nagi and Kaiser and maybe Ness. 🩷

“𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫”

a/n: ASNFSLNGSLNGS I LOVE THIS REQUEST

(don't know art credits)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi – “the golden retriever cop who accidentally becomes the face of justice”

he’s not even supposed to be out there. he’s just vibing. assigned to desk duty because he’s “too emotionally involved” (he called a suspect “bro” during a chase), but he still ends up in every major bust because he “took a shortcut through that shady alley for fun.” 

has no idea how he keeps getting tangled in crimes. one minute he’s picking up a coffee, the next minute he’s wrestling a jewel thief to the ground while still holding his caramel macchiato. 

will 100% try to de-escalate situations by talking about soccer. “sir, you don’t have to rob this bank. have you considered football?” 

is weirdly beloved by the public. grandmas bake him pies. criminals call him “that one nice cop.” internal affairs doesn’t know whether to promote or arrest him. 

famous quote: “you have the right to remain silent, but like, if you wanna talk about your trauma, i’m here, bro.” 

itoshi rin – “narcotics officer who looks like he invented cocaine”

they only put him in narcotics because every time he walks into a room, people assume he’s either: 1) the supplier, 2) high off his mind, 3) both. 

has that look. the messy hair. the tongue constantly sticking out. the eyes that say “i haven’t slept since 2012.” when he stares at you during interrogation, you confess out of fear, even if you didn’t do anything. 

his motto is “if it looks suspicious, tackle it.” he once tried to arrest a 5-year-old holding powdered sugar. 

drinks black coffee that tastes like war. has never smiled on duty. the closest he’s come is a slight smirk when someone sneezed and he got to yell “possible contaminant.” 

he doesn’t do paperwork. he just sends his reports as voice memos that are five minutes of silence and one “they were lying.” 

famous quote: “do drugs look at you the way i do? didn’t think so.”

itoshi sae – “internal affairs king, aka the fun police for the police” 

his job is to catch corruption. and he loves it. like a little freak. his coworkers hate seeing him because if he’s in your department, someone’s getting fired. 

interrogates officers like a disappointed dad. says things like “you stole evidence bags for what? to impress your tinder date?” while looking at you like you’re a worm on the pavement. 

refuses to join team-building activities. said “i’m not building anything with idiots.” 

once investigated himself for conflict of interest and found that he was, in fact, too perfect to be guilty. 

he lets no one get away with anything, except rin. but only because he doesn’t want to fill out paperwork. 

famous quote: “just because you’re wearing a badge doesn’t mean you’re not stupid.” 

bachira meguru – “undercover cop who ends up forming emotional connections with every criminal”

he’s supposed to be subtle. blend in. instead, he walks into an illegal casino wearing glitter and a hello kitty shirt, and somehow they all believe he’s just a quirky new member of the gang. 

laughs too loud. reveals his real name by accident. once shouted “FBI, freeze!” during karaoke because he got too into the role. 

his sting operations always go sideways, but it’s okay because the suspects love him. like, “this is bachira. he’s chaotic, but he’s family.” 

he’s single handedly dismantled three criminal rings just by being himself. they trust him too much and end up confessing while painting his nails. 

famous quote: “okay technically i wasn’t authorized to go undercover, but i was bored and they had snacks.” 

nagi seishiro – “cyber crimes detective who hasn’t left his chair since 2021”

works in a pitch-black room with eight monitors, a gaming chair, and a suspicious number of empty pringles cans. doesn’t even show up to roll call anymore. they just assume he’s alive if the servers are still running. 

he hacks faster than people blink. cracked a billion-dollar crypto scam while watching anime in a tab next to it. accidentally hacked NASA once because he was bored. 

he only talks in internet slang. someone once messaged him a serious question about a murder suspect and he responded with “lmao idk he looks sus.” 

has a robot dog named “proxy” that does his patrols. was supposed to be temporary. it’s now got its own badge and a little hat. 

famous quote: “technically i’m not asleep, i’m buffering.” 

kaiser michael – “traffic cop with main character syndrome”

he turned a boring job into a reality TV show. gives tickets like they’re autographs. will literally tell you “you’re welcome” after citing you for illegal parking. 

rides a motorcycle with LED underglow, blasting german techno. wears designer sunglasses at night. 

pulls people over not based on violations, but on vibes. once ticketed a guy for “driving a beige car and ruining the aesthetic of the road.” 

he’s gotten reported 27 times for arrogance, but all his violations mysteriously disappear. probably because the chief owes him money from poker night. 

famous quote: “this isn’t about road safety. this is about setting an example. and the example is: look at me, i’m flawless.” 

ness alexis – “forensic analyst who thinks he’s starring in a drama”

takes blood samples like he’s in grey’s anatomy. has a dramatic gasp every time he finds a single fingerprint. 

writes his reports like novels: “and in the crimson shade of blood splatter, the truth was finally revealed...” 

doesn’t walk, he glides into crime scenes wearing latex gloves like they’re part of his personality. 

he’s scarily smart, but emotionally volatile. cried once because the lab’s coffee machine broke and said “how am i supposed to solve murder on decaf?” 

takes kaiser's orders like gospel, but also keeps a secret blackmail folder “just in case.” it's organized alphabetically and color-coded. 

famous quote: “i speak three languages: DNA, sarcasm, and disappointment.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[asaarii]

ft: mohawk!mark (invincible) reader: fem wc: 1486 summary: in which mark is down bad for a punk!reader requested by: @qxuanii

i hope you enjoy reading this bc i enjoyed writing it!! hopefully the characters aren't too out of character lol...(praying bc I will start chewing rocks if nobody reads this)

also for some reason i can't spell mohawk for the life of me (I keep spelling mowhawk)

He was a goner from the moment he laid eyes on you.

The first time Mark lays eyes on you, he’s just started junior year and is already in detention for allowing his temper to get the best of him despite being only two weeks into the school year. In all honesty, the loser had it coming with how much he kept bugging Mark. About what exactly…eh, the details don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, y’know? Though, he supposes he could’ve held his punch a little better.

You know, developing powers and all that dumb shit his mom keeps yapping about.

Your eyes flicker from your phone onto him with a cocked, pierced brow, and Mark hates the way his heart skips a beat as your curious gaze bores into him. He holds your stare with narrowed eyes, taking in the odd style of your hair and relaxed posture, your legs kicked up haphazardly onto the back of the desk in front of yours. Despite your less-than-conventional appearance, you smile at him. It’s small and half-hearted, but it’s a smile nonetheless.

He clicks his tongue, breaking your gaze and taking the desk furthest from you in the far corner of the classroom before slouching in the uncomfortable plastic seat. The dim light of his phone illuminates his face as he sends a quick text to his mom after her thirteenth message asking where he was. It shuts off with a click, leaving him staring at his cracked reflection in his screen protector.

A moment passes and Mark ultimately decides to take a nap, his back bending awkwardly to accommodate the low angle of the desk while the edge of it presses against his sternum.

Then, he hears it, the faint notes of a Green Day song reverberating through his sensitive ears, unheard by the snoring teacher slumped at the front desk. The source? None other than you, who continues to scroll on your phone, oblivious to the ire you’ve evoked from the half-blooded Viltrumite.

Rummaging through his bag, he pulls out a syllabus he didn’t care enough to get signed, crumpling it before throwing it at the back of your head. You make a strangled sound upon contact, confusion evident in your gaze as you whip your head to him fast enough that Mark’s sure you’ve given yourself whiplash.

“What the hell, man?” You struggle to keep your voice low as your eyes narrow at him and you finally pause your music.

He gestures vaguely to your headphones, but before you can respond a loud snore interrupts whatever you’d planned to say. You turn to the teacher, observing the steady rise and fall of his shoulders before glancing back to Mark. Without another word, you gather your bag and simply walk out of the classroom.

He doesn’t know what compels him, but Mark follows you out of the classroom, bag thrown lazily over his shoulder as he trails behind you. The school is quiet with no clubs or sports teams active this early on in the year, making his loud steps all the more apparent as he falls in step beside you.

You spare him a glance from the corner of your eye, blinking at him from beneath your heavy liner and thick lashes. “There a reason you’re following me, weirdo?”

You’re one to talk, he thinks to himself cynically, but he only responds with a shrug, the simple action making his toned shoulders all the more apparent beneath his baggy shirt. You turn away with a small click of your tongue, unwanting to entertain the admittedly handsome stranger any longer.

“What did you get detention for,” he suddenly asks and you stop in your tracks, turning to him for what feels like the eightieth time in the last twenty minutes. He’s smirking curiously at you and you catch a glimpse of a frog eye piercing when he darts his tongue out to lick his dried lips.

Your lip lifts slightly as you breathe out a small laugh through your nose. “Just some vandalism. You?”

Mark whistles lowly, his wolfish smirk widening as he invades your personal bubble. “Have you heard what happened to good ol’ Jerry?”

Recognition flickers across your face before your eyes widen. “Dude, no way. You’re Grayson?”

“One and fuckin’ only, baby.”

You’re quick to grow as one of Mark’s favorite sights, with him finding a rather odd sense of comfort when his gaze finds your leather-clad shoulders, spiked cuffs often glinting in the sunlight. He would have you, he was sure of it. Because Mark was nothing if not dedicated, as you would soon come to learn.

“I heard Grayson’s been keeping tabs on you,” one of your friends snorts, jutting her chin in the direction of none other than Mark himself, who looks rather disinterested in the conversation he’s currently having with Samantha Eve Wilkins, the school’s resident golden girl.

You spare them a glance, momentarily taking your eyes off your compact mirror. As if sensing your gaze, Mark turns to you, a familiar grin pulling at his lips, raising his hand in a lazy wave. You scoff, rolling your eyes before returning your focus to fixing your eyeliner.

“Come on,” she goads, nudging your shoulder, “I bet he’d be pretty cute with a mohawk.” She takes note of the way your expression seems to glaze over; your eyes inadvertently traveling to the dark-haired boy who’s now laughing as he kicks some random kid into a locker, much to the dismay of Samantha, who watches on with a frown.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re totally into that.” Her voice lilts teasingly and you scoff again.

You turn to her with a piercing glare, your lip pulled into a snarl as you push her away from you. “Fuck off. I couldn’t care less what Mark does with his stupid ass hair.” Taking her by the arm, you proceed to drag her down the hall, mumbling something about practicing for a concert that your friend only laughs off.

In your haste to leave, you don’t see Mark turn in your direction knowingly, only for his expression to fall when someone continues to drone on in his ear about his duties as a budding hero or some other stupid shit.

“Mark, I’m being serious—”

“Oh my god, do you ever just shut the fuck up? Of course, I know you’re being serious, dipshit,” he laughs sardonically, shoving his way past the seething redhead as he bats his lashes sarcastically and pretends to cry. “Wahh! The Guardians can’t have me around for their wittwe tea pawties—well, tough shit, because I’ve got my own things to deal with.”

The second he’s outside of the school, he takes off flying, ignoring the angered yells thrown his way by Samantha with a roll of his eyes. He’s got plans, and a team meeting with the Guardians sure as hell isn’t as important as impressing you, that’s for sure.

When he lands, he’s immediately reprimanded by his mother for being so rash with his powers, but he doesn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he merely rolls his neck before locking himself in the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long for him to find Nolan’s electric razor. Around thirty minutes and three YouTube tutorials later, he’s admiring his handiwork in the extensive mirror. He does admit, his head feels a little cold, but the more he strokes the sides, the more assurance he builds.

Yeah, he looks hot as hell.

He cleans up the mess of fallen hair because as much as he likes to bitch and moan, he’s not a complete monster. The only thing on his mind as he sweeps is the cute look he’s sure you’ll have on your face that contrasts the rest of your look.

The rest of his night goes by in a blur, his emotions high despite the horrified gasp of his mother when he sauntered into the dining room for dinner. She held her tongue, much to his relief.

Come morning he was practically grinning like an idiot by the time he caught sight of you lingering just outside of the school. He calls out your name as he approaches, taking the time to admire how well your leather pants clung to your form, the attached chains clinking as you turn to face him. Your makeup is different—of course, he notices, what do you take him for, an idiot? Your liner is still bold, swirled with a design only a practiced hand could procure, but what draws him in is the dark shade of lipstick you’ve decided on today.

“What is it, Mark—”

His gaze is almost predatory with how intensely he watches your lips part at the sight of him, ears catching the slight hitch in your breath and the rapid increase in your heart rate.

Now he’s got you right where he wants you.

Hook.

Line.

And sinker.

©asarii 2025 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site or run my works through ai

[chunghasweetie]

𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x gangsta!jjk

— summary | gangsta jk wants to crash at her place but she got a lil some up her sleeve

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

cussing, angst, smut, unprotected sex, illegal activities, gun play, mention of head, oc gets fucked with a gun, whining, cum eating, dirty talk.

— word count | 3.9k words

— song suggestion | gangsta (orchestra ver) —kehlani

It was the same thing everyday.

Work, go home, sleep.

Nothing ever changed and it had been like that for way too long.

She needed to switch things up somehow but she didn’t even have the energy to think of what could solve her issues.

Until he came along.

The two met at the liquor store randomly at around 2am. They reached for the same bottle, chuckling at the similar intention.

She immediately caught his eye. Which was surprising to her since she was in her pajamas with messy hair and no makeup.

He asked for her number and they had little meetups here and there.

He was so secretive and mysterious about what he was doing. Not in a gross, womanizer way. In a way that made her want to learn more about him.

He was ‘Jeon’ in her phone. She didn’t even have his full name.

He was inked up in tattoos. Tall and definitely bulky with muscle all over him. He was crafted beautifully.

He had a nice car. She noticed the extremely dark tint and possibly illegal modifications applied to the vehicle.

She had no clue what kind of job he worked or what he did in his day to day life.

Until one day he finally told her. He was the Jeon Jungkook that had been on the run for multiple crimes and ran a large gang in the city.

And she’d been fucking him the entire time.

He knew from the start she wouldn’t turn him in. He had her wrapped around her finger.

He knew all about her dilemma. How she needed that change in her life.

He was more than willing to provide that escape.

She craved something new, and he was just the man to give it to her.

“Let me come over baby.” He spoke on the other line. “Miss you.”

She was on her couch, biting her lip.

She knew he was not a good man at all. She knew that from the beginning. For years she promised herself she’d never be associated with any one of the sort.

Always following the rules got so boring.

“Don’t be like that.” Jungkook hummed. “I just wanna see you. You don’t want to see me Y/n?”

His voice was so dominant and demanding. He was strict and for right to it.

He somehow was able to have his own phone number that was untraceable by the police.

He was crazy good at avoiding getting caught.

“Okay.” Y/n gave in.

“Mm knew you’d be smart about this.” Jungkook chuckled to her, hanging up and getting in his car to head to her apartment.

She tilted her head back on her couch, sighing.

She didn’t think it would come to this. She thought things like this only happened in stories or in the movies.

This was the last thing she was thinking about. She couldn’t help herself though.

How could she? Jungkook may have been a criminal but he was so hot.

His voice was like a pied piper.

She was so drawn to him. His looks, his charisma, his body, everything.

She wouldn’t call it love. She couldn’t call it love. It was mere attraction and that’s all she labeled it as.

She always thought he looked like he was straight out of a TV show. Although he was rough around the edges, he was super sweet and caring considering what his lifestyle was like.

“Open up mama! Cold as fuck out here!” He yelled out, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Jungkook was at her apartment door, dressed in his white tank and tan cargo pants. His tank emphasized his muscular, tattooed arms so well.

He had a bouquet of roses in his hand, waiting for his girl to answer the door.

He was always doing such romantic gestures for her. There would be nights he wouldn’t want to do anything sexual. Simply coming over to spend time with her.

Once Y/n opened the door, he couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.

“Well look at you.” His eyes moved from the bottom to the top of her body. “Gorgeous.” He stepped in, immediately wrapping his arms around her once she shut the door.

She took a silent inhale. He smelt so damn good.

Maybe it was something in the cologne he was wearing that made her so attached to him. His scent instantly sent her into a trance.

“Hey.” Y/n replied. “Was just about to make dinner.”

“You were?” He mumbled against her neck. “Make me something baby.”

She nodded, agreeing. “You’re gonna have to let go of me.”

“Ugh fine.” He groaned. “Spending the night again. Cops looking for me alllll over.”

He knew they’d never find him, but the excuse always worked.

“That’s fine.” She nodded.

She did get anxious when he’d say things like that.

He was a fugitive and she was keeping him in her home.

Jungkook went up to her room, getting comfy in the clothes he already had over there.

She had started cooking for the both of them, making some chicken and rice dish she seen online.

As Y/n focused on her cooking, Jungkook was leaning back on the counter, simply staring at her.

“I like this.”

“You like what?” She blinked.

“Seeing you all domestic and shit.” He chuckled.

“I’m just cooking dinner.” She smiled.

“Mm it’s more than that.” He chuckled. “Making me a nice meal, having clean clothes for me, gonna tuck me into bed later. Love when we play house like this Y/n.”

She blushed. “I guess it is nice.”

“Food smells good.” Jungkook inhaled. “You smell better.” He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I’m wearing that perfume you bought me last week.” She told him as she was making his plate.

“Oh really? It smells even better than it did in the store.” He hummed against her neck. “You’re wearing the jewelry I bought you too.”

“Of course. Never taking it off.” She chuckled.

“Good. If I’m iced out my girl gotta be too.” He planted a kiss on her neck.

“Well it’s very nice to be spoiled like this.” She giggled, handing him his plate. “Now go eat while it’s hot.”

He removed his body from hers, taking a seat at the table.

“Taste test it baby.” She told him, “I’ll start eating in a minute.”

He nodded, trying the food.

“How is it? Good?”

"Good's an understatement. Shit's fucking amazing, baby." He takes another bite and watches her.

“Yay! Happy you like it.” Y/n replied from the kitchen, trying to clean up some of her mess.

"You ain't made yourself a plate yet? Come here and sit." He looked over at her.

“Okay okay.” She nodded, getting a beer from the fridge for him. She made herself a plate finally and sat down at the table.

He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest after she set the beer down in front of him. "Ain't no one else gonna take care of me like this. I’m lucky to have you.”

“You are.” She laughed. “Doubt any of those other girls know how to care of you.”

“What other girls?” He rose his eyebrow. “Jealous of the girls I’m around?”

“How could I not be?” She questioned. “I just don’t understand.”

He smirks as he picks up the beer and takes a long swig, his throat moving as he swallows.

“Don’t understand what?”

“Why you stick around me.” She spoke. “There’s girls who do the same shit you do. You and your boys go out and there’s strippers and bottle girls. I’m a regular ass person.”

He frowned at her, looking honestly confused. "What the fuck you talking about mama?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

"I chose you because of you. Fuck all these other bitches. You're the only one who can handle my shit." He said honestly.

“That can’t just be it.” She shook her head.

“So what? You think I’m just in it for a good fuck?”

“That’s not— exactly it.” She sighed.

She could tell he’s growing a bit irritated but it was bugging her.

She knew guys hated that sappy shit. But she couldn’t help that she was getting her emotions get in the way.

He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared at her from across the table before speaking.

"Then fucking tell me, Y/n. What is it?" He asked, his voice growing softer but still holding onto that edge of annoyance.

“Forget it. Nevermind.” She sighed, finishing her food and taking her plate to the sink to wash it.

He watched her finish her food and take the plate to the sink. "You can't start a conversation like that and then drop it, babe." He said.

He began walking up behind her as she washed the plate. "You wanna know why I'm with you?

“I just want to know what we’re doing here. You’ve been coming over for months now and you’re doing all these romantic things for me and I just want to know what’s up.” She spoke honestly.

He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist gently, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I like you here, like this. I like showing you a good time, you know?" He turned her around in his arms and gazed down at her.

“What does that even mean” She mumbled as she washed plates.

He lifted a hand to her cheek, thumb brushing against it gently. "It means I like being with you, mama. It feels...right.”

He leaned in closer to her, eyes searching hers. "I like spoiling you, taking care of you. Feels different than anyone before..."

As much as she wanted to pester him more about the subject, she didn’t say anything else.

He seemed to notice the hesitance and smiled softly, ducking his head to press a soft kiss against her lips. "You don't gotta overthink it, Y/n. It's just...good, okay? You know I love you.”

She finished up the dishes, putting them away to dry.

He watched her for a moment, before moving to her side and starting to help her with cleaning.

His hand brushed against yours, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Y/n, it's okay. I promise you." He whispered, leaning in to press another kiss against her temple. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” She thanked him. Her lips curved into a smile. “I mean it is cute to see this buff tattooed bad guy get all sappy and shit for me for me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes crinkling up with amusement. "You better not tell anyone" He threatened, his voice dropping lower as he spoke. "You love it though...”

“I guess I do.”

He laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I know you do." He whispered, his arms tightening around her as he let out a content sigh. "You're the only one who gets to see this side of me.”

“I’ll consider myself lucky then.” She laughed. “I was successfully able to tame the beast.”

He chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to her neck, holding his arms tighter around her.

"You did more than tame the beast, baby...you own me completely. Shit, you could put a leash and collar on my ass anytime." He whispered hotly against her neck, his lips ghosting over her skin as he spoke.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his joke.

“I could keep you laughing and satisfied all day, if you'll just let me." He mumbled.

“Oh I’d let you anyyyy day of the week.” She laughed. “See what you’ve done to me?”

“I haven’t done shit baby that was all you.” He chuckled.

“Whatever.”

"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever you say, baby." He picked her up effortlessly, “Let’s go upstairs hm?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” She agreed, allowing him to take her.

He chuckled, lifting her over his shoulder and carrying her upstairs as he kissed her thighs and gave your ass a playful squeeze. "Look at you...so fucking fine. You know I can't resist."

“Oh my gosh Jungkook.” She blushed as they got inside her room.

"That's right, babe. I got you...right where I want you." He tossed her onto the bed before crawling up to her body, kissing and nibbling at her neck. "If only these walls could talk..."

“Jungkook!” She hid her face in embarrassment, getting flashbacks of all the different things they had done in her room.

"Oh come on, don't hide from me now, Y/n." He kissed her cheek as he caressed her face.

"Do you remember the first time we fucked in this room?" Jungkook smirked and laughed. "You were begging for my cock, mama.”

“That’s not what happened!” She instantly denied.

Jungkook laughed harder, his eyes shining mischievously.

"Oh yes, you were mama don’t play! And when you finally got it you were screaming your lungs out. Kept going on and on about how it was the best sex you’ve ever had…” He continued, not giving her the chance to speak.

“This is so humiliating.” She groaned, hiding her face in embarrassment by flipping the blanket over her face.

Jungkook tugged the blanket down a little, showing her face again. "Don't be shy, Y/n. I fucking loved it when I made you scream my name. And made you cum on the first try?" He crawled on top of her again, his knees on either side of her hips.

“You’re so annoying.”

Jungkook chuckled. "That's not what you were saying when I had my cock in your mouth, babe."

His eyes glinted with amusement as he leaned down to kiss her. "I can make you forget all about your embarrassment again, if you want?"

“How’re you going to do that?” She asked, playing dumb.

Jungkook kissed her slowly, running his tongue along the edge of her lips.

He reached down between her legs and began rubbing, his touch firm and confident. "Do I need to give you a reminder right now?"

He immediately earned a soft moan from her, making him to smirk to himself.

Jungkook smiled mischievously, his fingers never leaving that soft spot between her thighs.

"That's a good girl. Just like that." He began driving his fingers in rhythm with his tongue, letting out a moan of his own. "Is this better, Y/n?”

“Mhm!” She moaned, nodding her head quickly.

Jungkook chuckled against her lips, picking up the pace at her small moan.

"You're fucking soaked, you know that, right mama?" His voice was low, amused. "Looks like I can still make you wet."

She could feel his gun pressed against her from his waistband. It drove her fucking insane with lust.

Jungkook felt her press closer, rubbing against his gun. He smirked at her before moving his hand, placing the gun in plain sight for her.

"See something you like, babe?" He said with a chuckle, twirling it around his finger.

“I-I feel it.” She croaked. She had always been curious about his gun in ways she never thought she was the type to fantasize about.

Jungkook grinned, setting it down gently. "Wanna touch it, babe?" His voice was low and inviting.

He took a step back, giving her room to move. "Just be careful, though. It's loaded." He teased.

She nodded quietly, “I do.”

Jungkook watched her grab the gun, letting you get a feel for its weight. He didn't interrupt, just watch her curiously.

"You like?" He asked with a smirk. "Don't tell me you have some kind of fetish for guns."

“I- um.” She swallowed, “Something like that? Well I’ve never done anything but— I’ve been curious.” She handed his gun back to him.

Jungkook took the gun carefully, his smirk growing into a full-on grin. "I knew it."

He whispered seductively. "Why don't we test out that curiosity of yours?" He suggested with a raise of his eyebrow.

“How?”

Jungkook pulled her a little bit closer, his free hand wandering up her side before resting on the edge of her waist.

"Do you want me to fuck you with it? How does that sound?" He smirked, unloading the gun in front of her. He places the gullets on her nightstand.

She nodded, letting a quiet ‘please’ slip from her lips.

Jungkook let out a low growl at her response, his grip on the gun tightening.

"You like that idea, Y/n?" He asked. His free hand wandered to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it upwards. "Lay back."

She didn’t hesitate to do so, laying back.

Jungkook bit his lip seductively as he looked down at her, the gun clicking gently in his fingers. "Fuck, yes." He said admiringly.

He bit his lip, placing the gun down in a position of reach before trailing his fingers lower and low on her stomach.

Her pussy was sopping wet with need. Her core aching as she watched the now unloaded gun in his hand.

Jungkook watched her with a lustful gaze as he heard her words, biting his lip again before placing the gun on her lip.

"You're so fucking wet for me already, huh? Mama so ready to get fucked with my gun huh baby?" He asked.

“So pretty Y/n.” His hand sliding lower still until he could feel her wetness. “Get the gun all nice and wet for me baby.”

She kept her gaze on him, spitting and sucking on the muzzle the gun like she was told to.

Jungkook groaned at the sight, glancing down at her almost hungrily. "Fucking hell you're such a hungry little girl, y'know that?"

Jungkook couldn't resist her whiny plea any longer, as he pulled the gun out of her mouth.

He lined the gun muzzle up with her entrance. He slowly slid the gun inside of her, gasping at the sight.

A gasp and an ‘oh fuck’ left her lips. Once adjusted, she instantly melted into the feeling, a moan leaving her lips.

It felt better than how she ever could’ve imagined it to be.

Jungkook groaned at her reaction, watching as he slowly slid the gun in and out of her.

"Fuck Y/n you're loving this aren't you? You're such a slut for my gun and I just now put it in you.” He chuckled.

“J-Jungkook” She moaned out his name, biting her lip. “Fuck that feels good.”

With her voice echoing his name, Jungkook lost control of his actions.

He began thrusting the gun in and out of her faster, even pulling her legs over his shoulders.

"Shit you like watching me fuck your pussy with my gun huh?” He spoke to her. “Been practically humping me for weeks. All that to get to my gun huh baby?”

It was so true.

Whenever they made out she would get super close and grind herself on the imprint of his gun. She almost could cum off just rubbing against it.

“Oh fuck yes!” She whined, “Jungkook I fucking love this.”

Jungkook loved her weak voice. Watching her squirm only made him plunge the gun faster.

"Looking so good taking it in. I wanna fuck you all day like this." He whispered seductively in her ear, sucking on her bottom lip.

Her wetness coated the gun, “F-Fuck oh my gosh” She whimpered. “A-All this time I— Fuck” She could hardly talk.

With the gun still inside of her, Jungkook grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"All this time you wanted my gun? Every day I'd bend you over and plow you right... fucking... here..." He grunted. “But this gun was all you really wanted hm?”

“Mmm I— just wanted it so bad jungkook you don’t understand.” She quivered her lip.

A smirk appeared on his face as he began to thrust the gun harder and deeper inside her.

"I understand now baby. I know how badly you wanted it." He growled, grabbing her hips with both hands.

Jungkook smirked, thrusting the gun even harder, making her whimper. "You're such a dirty little slut for me. That's right baby, tell me how much you need my gun to get off.”

“Jungkook please— Feels so fucking good. Never had anything like this. Mm— such a slut.” She was rambling.

The way the gun was penetrating her made her whine with pleasure as it stretched her in the best way possible.

“Came so— so many times. Just from the thought.” She kept going. “Fuck— I was changing the sheets every damn hour”

His cocky grin widened as he pressed the gun deeper, his other hand traveling down to her soaked pussy.

He teased her clit with his fingers, "That's my girl. I want you soaked for me every damn hour.”

“Fuck— You’re killing me.” The double stimulation overwhelmed her.

"Is that too much for you baby? Can't handle it?" He chuckled, thrusting the gun harder, before pressing his fingers deeper, curling them to hit her g-spot.

She gasped again, gripping onto the sheets. “I-I can just— Shit it’s too fucking good” She cursed, grabbing onto her breast with her other hand.

"You love it, don't you baby? When I take control like this." He leaned down, pressing his lips against her ear. "I own every inch of you, and you fucking know it. Whether it’s my cock or my gun.”

She was milking his gun with her juices, whimpering and whining. The gun was fucking her absolutely stupid.

“D-Don’t think I can take any more.” She managed to get out, “W-Wanna cum on the gun”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head as he continued to thrust the gun into her, pulling the trigger back twice.

The empty clicks filling the room, while he got to touch her throbbing pussy. "You want to cum, huh mama?”

“Jungkook please” She begged him to cum. The sounds of the empty clicks driving her insane.

“You're crazy mama. Absolutely insane." He groaned.

He pulled the trigger back one last time, hearing the empty click after he was spent.

“Jungkook please! I want to cum so bad!” tears of pleasure ran down her cheeks.

"You're more desperate than I thought." Jungkook grabbed her hair, pulling hard as his other hand began rubbing your needy little clit hard.

"Cum on the gun Y/n."

She didn’t waste a second, letting her juices flow and drop down the gun barrel.

He felt his cock twitch at her screams as she came, splashing hot cum all over his hand and the gun.

"Good fucking girl. Now clean this shit up.” He aimed the muzzle of the gun facing her mouth.

“W-What? You want me to clean it?”

“That's what I said." He replied with a snarl as he began stroking his cock again, dripping wet cum from the tip of it.

She obeyed him, sucking and licking her cum off of the gun. She dragged her tongue all over the barrel, looking into his eyes as she did so.

His hands gripped the gun tightly as he watched her sucking and licking her cum off. It was perverted as hell, but his cock was twitching again.

His eyes darkened, and he felt his cock twitch at her words, the sight of her on her knees with his cum mixing with hers.

"I know.." He purred as he pulled the gun away from your her. "Now come here. I got something else for you to suck.”

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Silly creep things to try and cheer you up a little bit

LJ will juggle various items at random times, and he often does so quietly, waiting until people notice. They'll be eating breakfast and Jack is just at the end of the table juggling various fruits quietly and intensely, waiting for everyone to notice. It's become such a regular activity that they don't even question it anymore, but those who notice first often have a hard time controlling their laughter. Slender has put limitations on his juggling after he caught Jack juggling several of his very expensive vases one day, although none of the vases were damaged.

Toby is committed to trying to lick the tip of his nose and his elbow with his tongue, but he has so far been unsuccessful. That is also a common thing to see in the mansion, Toby sitting by himself, eyes in full concentration, working overtime to try and succeed in either licking the tip of his nose or his elbow. Tim always ends up having to tell him to stop because he's worried Toby's gonna somehow strain himself, especially when he starts trying to contort his arm to get his elbow closer.

BEN has started being an absolute nuisance to Jeff whenever Jeff is annoying him or picking on him, and Jeff is finally starting to learn his lesson. Jeff with say something to pick on BEN, and BEN will retort back with something worse and then take off running. Jeff, of course, will chase after him, but what BEN has started doing is last minute shifting into his ghost form and slamming a door through his body so Jeff runs face first into the door. BEN has pulled this off a whopping 10 times, and Jeff is now finally realizing that maybe he should not chase after BEN like that. There are various recordings of this happening floating amongst the residents, much to Jeff's chagrin.

Slender is in full baking mode, as he is every fall, and this year he has kicked it up a notch to a point where everyone is getting a little concerned. He uses baking as stress relief, and as he's been particularly stressed lately, he has made, in the last couple of weeks, seven pies, five cakes, and four trays of cupcakes. Despite how many people are in the mansion, Slender makes quite large desserts to combat that so normally everyone can have some, but he's made such a ridiculous amount that they're having a hard time eating through it. They can't get him to stop. He's trying new holiday recipes. He's in the kitchen right now. He's whisking away. He's going to fill the house with desserts and nothing can stop him.

Liu has very recently gotten very into board games, all thanks to BEN for showing him a couple he thought Liu would like. This is good because it's a nice group hobby, and he can teach everyone all of the games and it's a good way to spend time together. The problem is that he's so into them that he wants to play board games all the time. He keeps buying new ones and upon getting home will immediately follow people around politely asking (begging) them to play with him. He will leave the board games out and set them up as a silent sign of trying to get people to ask him if they can play. He can't stop pouting at everyone when nobody wants to play. Jeff is forced into playing the board games the most because he's his brother, and so now Jeff is trying to constantly drag people into it. They enjoy playing the games with Liu, they really do. They just also like being able to sleep and do other things. Liu can't relate. Everyone silently blames BEN for creating this monster but BEN doesn't care and is happy to have someone else around interested in board games.

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

Toman boys and winter activities!

• ft : mikey, draken, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, hakkai, kazutora, takemichi, smiley, angry

• part 2 - tenjiku boys

part 3 - koko, inui, taiju, sanzu, hanma & kisaki, in the making!

• requests are open!!

๑ I definitely may or may not have favourites, is it noticeable?

Christmas market

Oh my god, eveything is so cute— Chifuyu absolutely loves the Christmas maker, but his wallet would say otherwise. The decor, the clothes, the knick-knacks - they're all calling to him. He touches everything, its all so cute, but he buys only a few things. He's not a big christmas person really, but the holiday vibe itself is more than enough for him. He just wants an excuse to be a bit more giving than he usually lets himself be. The christmas market is window shopping and he can guess what you'd like for a gift - it's a win-win! His favourite is when it gets dark and the christmas decorations around the street light up. The sky is dark and the weather is cold, but the warm glow of the lights and the warmth of thick scarves and hot chocolate make it one of his favourite times of the year. And to top it all off, you look breathtaking. All wrapped in your winter clothes like a present, his fluffy scarf bundled up to your face, cheeks and nose rosy from the cold, your breath cloudy around you, the colorful christmas light glimmering and bathing you in a warm light, and you're smiling and laughing— he's absolutely smitten. Be careful not to say too many things from the market are cute though, that would make his wallet wail.

Oh i know that the christmas market games hate to see Kazutora coming - this man is an absolute menace when it comes to that. If there are games to guess, he's gonna take his time thinking what would be the right answer. Be it how many candies are in this jar or what is the decoration in the box — best believe not only is he guessing correctly but he's taking the prize home with him and you. Never let him near a diy stations. Ever. Not because he won't have fun, but because he will make a mess. There's not a single time he hasn't caused absolute chaos upon a diy project, and the christmas market no different. The knick-knack he's made will be pretty and would match the rest of your decor, and the cookies he's embellished will only look even tastier, but the havoc he leaves behind is something you'd never wish on anyone else. As much as he cleans up after himself, it's still not little to deal with. To him it's worth it though. Seeing you giggling over him having elements of the decorations over him and cleaning him up is something he wouldn't trade for the world. He just might make a bit more effort into being messy if it would mean you're there to laugh and take care of him.

The christmas maker is calling Baji's name, but not for the decororations— its the food. He will make a point to look around and spy observe what the people are eating and drinking. By that he will guess what's the best you can try. That is to say it doesn't mean he'll exclude certain things just because not many people are buying it. He wants to and will take a bite or a sip from everything. He's going to check it out during the day and when it gets dark and cold and there aren't as many people, he'll take you there and have you try everything along with him. That just makes the food and the drinks better. Hot dogs, pies, baked goods, candied almonds and ginger, chimney cakes, gingerbread cookies, mulled wine, hot chocolate— there's a lot to try and everything is to be shared. There's no such thing as my piece of this or your piece of that. If you don't like something he's gonna eat it himself and vise versa. If you don't like something and make a face he wont let you live it down. He's gonna eat it himself yes, but each time he takes a bite he will make grimace just to annoy you. He won't tell you if he doesn't like the thing either, he'll eat it regardless even if its just to make tou giggle a bit. If you like something a bit more he's gonna let you have the most of it, not that he won't pretend he doesnt like it just as much. He's there to enjoy the goods, sure, but he's there mainly to enjoy being with you.

Ice Skating

Who would've thought Mitsuya was such a good ice skater? It's almost as unexpected as it is expected. He's skilled at so many things - cooking, sewing, fighting, riding a motorcycle- if you're to write down everything, it would take up half the day. But still, skating? He's full of surprises. He's taken you with him on the skating rink, just the two of you for once. Hakkai is looking after his sisters so you two can be on your date. You think yea, he knows how to skate, but not that he's so good at it. You're still struggling around the entering point, sorry if u can skate i cant holding onto the fence, and he's gliding around the rink like he's one of these fantasy movie elves. He makes it seem like it's as easy as walking. Moving smoothly in a slow rythm, just because he's a little rusty. He's twirling around elegantly, you can see just how ethereal he looks and- oh— you're still struggling to do it?? He's going to help you, but that doesn't mean he won't show off. It's his time to shine. On his way to you he's a bit faster, a bit more fluid, almost like he's dancing. He takes you by the hand to show you how it's done. He's chatting with you during that too- sure, you're focused on trying not to fall onto the ice, but he's holding you and he's having so much fun like that. Showing off doesn't hurt every once in a while, no?

You definitely wont be bored if you're skating woth Hakkai. He's good at it, he said. He can do it, he said. Thing is he can do it, but its about just as much as chicken can fly - not for more than 13 seconds. As you're putting on the skating shoes he seems to be a bit nervous, but then again it's Hakkai. As soon as you get in the rink you understand why he's so nervous. He's holding onto the fence, trying to move his feet the right way. He finally catches onto what hes supposed to do and he's drifting around you slowly in a fluid motion. He looks so graceful, peacefully skating along and— WHAM! The second you stop to admire him it's over. He was trying his best to impress you, he really was, but when he felt you genuinely looking at him his nervousness ruined it. He embarrassed himself so bad and you think he's lame now and— you're giggling. Not mocking at him, but giggling at him. "Ohmygod Hakkai- I'm sorry you just-- that was so silly— god, you're cute!" It's over for him now, it's sealed. If an ice skating injury doesnt end him, his heart will. He can feel it every time you look at him, every time you smile, every time you laugh - he feels it going into overdrive. It feels like its soaring, closing up his throat and stolping his brain from working. Please have mercy on him, he can only take so much!

See what i did on the Wham! part hihi

Snow activitities

You've got my condolences if you're out in the snow with Nahoya. You're out in a field, it's freezing and the snow is so deep it's like a snowy desert. You'd think he'd have some mercy on you when it's so cold but you're mistaken. He's pouncing on you with eveything he has - snowball after snowball is coming your way. He's throwing them at you anyplace he can hit too. It's like he's hunting you - hiding behind trees and snow piles, stalking you quietly, waiting for justtt the right moment— HEADSHOT! By the time he's finished with you you're basically a snowman inside and out. You've got snow in your hair, in and on your jacket, between your scarf and your neck, in your hair, your back— and it's so, so cold!! You have Nahoya laughing in your face, rolling around on the snowy ground. And now it's time to head back in. You're both pretty much soaking from the melted snow when you're finally at his place. Best to have a hot bath, you don't wanna get sick. I hope you're good at sharing because he's getting with you in the bath. He's washing your hair for you and you're gonna be soaking in that bath until your fingers prune and the water cools down. He's been so mean to you, now is his moment to make it up to you, no?

Who'd think that Takemichi was the outdoorsy type in winter? The snow is still fresh and its glistening in the sun, its so early still nobody else has went to wherever he's taking you. It's close enough, he says, you'll love it. And finally you're there - the biggest, cleanest, fattest snow slope you've seen. How did he even find that?? Near the city especially??? And it's untouched??? That doesnt matter right now though, you're both too busy running up the snowy monstrosity. He's pulling the small sleight, slowing him down a bit. That doesn't stop you from going ahead of him to the top, he's trailing right behind you. When you're finally ready and set on the sleigh he explains what to do - just hold onto him and don't let go. After you're hugging him around the waist securely he pushes the sleigh. It feels like you're flying down the slope. The icy air is brushing over your face. Your hair is like a whip waving behind you. The ride is so smooth. It feels like you're floating— and your on your side in an instant. The sleigh is sideways. You and Takemichi are laying in the snow. And you both start laughing. By the time you're up on your feet you're both teary and wheezing. The view up the slope was gorgeous for sure, but for Takemichi the better view is right in front of him.

As lazy as Mikey is, he'd never refuse a walk when it's snowing. His favourite time for that is during the late afternoon, right before nightfall. The city falls quiet, the cobalt sky contrasting with the warm streetlamps, the quiet people-chatter filling the streets. The atmosphere is so peaceful, especially when you're right next to him. Your breath creating a glittery mist around you, the twilight making your eyes look shinier. You're on your way to a cafe, passing trough a foresty park. Down the path you can see the marks people have left behind. It seems like the quiet little park would be so lively during the day. And finally you're at the cafe. Its a small cozy place, snuggled between the tall surrounding buildings. In front of it two tiny, perfectly shaped snowmen holding hands. "That's us" and he is right, they do look like you two - with their small scarfs, happy little smiles and intertwined hands. Mikey's hand feel warm agaist your in his pocket. You forgot your gloves and your hands were freezing before he gave you one of his gloves and took your other hand in his. You have moment to admire him, the dim light from the cafe making his gentle face look even more delicate. From the cafe you take a few sweets and a hot chocolate each. This time he takes you to a different way and you're at his home in just a few minutes. When you question him he says he wanted to take a walk but got lazy on the way back. In truth, though, he wanted to have you all to himself for a bit — he didnt need you to talk or to entertain him, he just wanted to you to be there with him. And he wanted an excuse to hold your hand.

Staying in

When it's freezing outside and there's not much to do it's best to stay home and chill, in Drakens opinion. What would you be doing out and about in weather like that anyways? It's best to stay in - its warm, cozy, and most importantly you both can relax. That is, until you dedice you want to make gingerbread cookies so bad. As much as he wants to he knows he cant refuse you, he's too weak to do that. And he only has himself to blame for his predicament. He's dolled up in a frilly apron, he some of the batter still sticks to his hands and there's flour everywhere. You're laughing at his pout, unbothered by the mess. Swatting at him, bending over in laughter— and he smacks you right back. Of course he doesn't do it hard, but he won't go down without a fight! And chaos ensuses. By the time the cookies are ready for decorating the whole kitchen is in dissaray - bowls are upside down and over, theres spoons everywhere, everything and you two are covered in flour. You're both barely breathing and wheezing from laughter, stomach hurting and eyes teary. Holding onto him for support, almsot falling laughing. He has flour all over his face, hair and clothes, and you're no better. You'd have a huge cleanup to doz but that can wait for a little bit. As stoic as he is, he's still smiling like an idiot at the whole situation. To him it only serves his preference to stay in, with you.

The best part of winter is when its the dead of the ice-cold night and you're home, warm and toasty for Souya. The wind is whispering quitely like a dove, a few scattered constellations twinkling across the midnight sky, only a few of the windows on the opposite apartments still glowing across the sleeping neighborhood. All that is tangible trough his window. Hes on his bed, snuggled up with you. Warm, cozy and safe. He can hear music still playing from his phone somewhere, but he doesnt care enough to turn it off. You've been on his big, fluffy blankets for so long that they seems to smell a bit like you. Even his pajamas feel infused with the heat of you, him and the blankets. You look peacefully asleep, resting next to him. He's caressing you. Normally he'd be too flustered to, but you're asleep and you feel so soft— surely you wouldn't mind. It feels like he's itching, burning to have you close to him. He feels like he could melt right into you. For once he finds his words to talk. "You're so beautiful." He's muttering the words so quietly, his voice is soft like that of a dove."i wish i could look you in the eyes to tell you that, you know?" He's caressing the side of your head. "Are you an angel? I think you are. To me, you are." He presses a kiss on your forehead. On your temple. On your cheekbone. On your cheek. Right at the corner of your lips. His lips feel so tender, he's so careful not to wake you up. He wouldn't ever live that down."I love you. I'm gonna tell you that when you're awake too, yeah? Good night." Of course, he didnt have to know you were awake. He needed his quiet moments too.

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I'm gonna die from the cold here i despise the school heating system e s p e c i a l l y in the basement

I have 8 classes a week in the basement save me

[thanksbutno98]

How Time Flies

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price is forced to deal with Simon Riley’s wrath regarding John’s son.

Warnings: sexual themes, talks of marriage, swearing, pregnancy, not edited

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“Slow down, darling.” John’s voice came from somewhere over your shoulder but you ignored him.

The warm glow of the summer sun was beginning to pick up as the morning faded into afternoon. Cinnamon and fresh fruit floated in the air as the pies you baked cooled on the windowsills. One was blueberry which was your husband, John Price’s, favorite while the other was a classic apple, which was your son’s.

“They’re gonna be here any minute. I wanna get this done so when we start grilling I don’t have to worry about it.” Shooting John a smile over your shoulder you did a double take.

Some days you were so busy you forgot to admire the man you had spent your life with. It had been so long you started to wonder where time had gone. The hairs on his head and beard had sprouted grey daring to take over take the brown. John liked to call it the only ‘invasion’ that he was incapable of stopping.

The wrinkles by his eyes and forehead stopped setting in long ago. If you recalled it was the day he retired from active duty. He referred to it as chaining himself to a desk but you knew his body appreciated the lack of abuse it took in his younger years. You appreciated it greatly because work no longer abducted him at a moments notice. The pain and worry had finally left regarding his job. Now all you worried about was him getting into a fight over road rage or someone gawking at you or your daughters.

John looked so handsome now middle aged in his blue jeans and olive button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You thought in retirement he would let himself go a little. Finally allow a layer of fat to coat his once rugged body, but he didn’t. Now he hit the gym religiously on base and was just as in shape as when he was the young Luitenant you fell in love with. You asked him why and muttered something about not being a spring chicken anymore.

“Think you’ll ever slow down?” John was on you now.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, bearded face nuzzled into your neck. He laid sensual kisses along the exposed skin. Hot spearmint breath and woodsy cologne invaded your sense, drowning out the baked good. You could feel the smirk against your skin as he lightly sunk his pearly whites into your shoulder. It made an electric shiver run up your spine. One that usually ended with you feeling like a live wire when John was done with you.

“Think we have time before they get here?” John purred into your ear, tongue darting out and licking just behind your ear lobe. The tingling sensation had you begin to nod your head, ready to turn in John’s muscular arms and have him carry you upstairs.

“Jesus, do you two ever keep your hands to yourself? Thought old age would make you stop.” Your son’s voice came from behind you and John.

John let go of you and turned to see his fully grown son standing at the open back door. Jj still to this day looked so much like John but not nearly as much as when he was a child. Only the young man decided to forego the facial hair and stay clean shaven, today he had stubble.

Jj was tall like John with broad shoulders and an athletic physique. Only Jj stopped worrying about being toned long ago and was a tad bit stockier than John, but there sure as hell were rock hard muscles under the bit of soft fat. As much as Jj looked like John his eyes were bright like yours and little bits of you sparkled through when he wasn’t being so serious like he had become.

“Your mums not old.” The way John spoke you could hear a warning hidden in his words.

You were sensitive about getting older and John knew that. He claimed you looked younger than your actual age, like you always had. Even your friends told you the same, jealous of how time seemed kinder to you. Your children had made a few comments, joking they all hoped to age like you instead of John. But John told you there was beauty in you aging, because he had a front row seat to see how spending your lives together left behind the evidence on your skin. And it made him love you more. Those laugh lines and creases by your eyes were from the smiles and joy you shared together as husband and wife.

“Right, you’re the only old one here.” Jj joked, his stoic demeanor dropping as he seemed to settle into visiting home.

“Smells good, mum.” The compliment made you smile, pushing the charcuterie board you set out towards your grown son.

Your son had become much more stoic and serious with years in the military under his belt. He always thought he would be a sniper like John but had found he was incredible at interrogations. Gaz had gotten him into it and Jj never looked back. Since he was a boy Jj was able to walk into a room and take the temperature of it in seconds. This roll in the military played to his intuitive strengths and ability to read people better than you and John could. It made your ability to have people open up seem sub par at times.

“Wheres the soon to be wife?” John asked playfully, pulling out two beers.

“Funny dad, I don’t know if she wants the whole marriage thing. But she’s coming with her parents. I assume you’re cooking up a feast like usual mum?” Jj grabbed the beer, ate some cured meat, and gave his father a playful shove as John patted his back.

The shove turned into the two trying to get the other one in a headlock. It brought back memories of John rough housing with Jj as he grew up. John always won back then but now you watched as he struggled a lot more. Jj had a cocky smirk and was egging John on by calling him an old man. That seemed to rile John up enough he stopped holding back and man handled Jj into a headlock.

“Fuck, okay okay, you win.” Jj croaked out when John started adding pressure.

“That’s what I thought.” John shoved Jj forward, the two laughing and licking their wounds.

Jj was rubbing his sore neck and rolling his shoulders back. While John massaged his lower back which you knew he’d be asking you to do later. He would claim he ‘over did it’ but it was just his way of getting a back rub. Sometimes John played up the ‘old man’ act to get you to baby him which you found endearing.

“Making all the favorites. She requested dates of all things.” You looked to Jj silently asking what that was about. The two of you continued to snack and sip your drinks as you caught up.

“Yeah, apparently it’s good at this point. Not sure why but I bet she’d tell you all about it.” With a shrug Jj moved on and started to chat with John about football.

Having any of your kids home left you and John beaming. Nowadays it was rare to get you all together when it wasn’t a holiday. Evelyn was constantly busy with her work schedule, Lily was in culinary school, and Jj was deployed a lot more than you liked.

Today you would all be together and you and John had been chatting about it for a week now. John saw Jj more than you did because they would grab lunch on base or workout together. Lily stopped by a lot, she wasn’t a fan of having roommates and looked for guidance a lot more than her siblings ever did. Evelyn on the other hand was off living her life and you saw her the least. She made the effort to call but having become a doctor at her local ER she had a lot on her plate.

“And look at that they’re here before your sisters.” John pointed to the familiar black truck that just parked behind Jj’s navy SUV.

“Go make sure they don’t need anything Jj.” With a shared smile Jj finally came over and gave you a quick kiss to the cheek and a side hug.

“Don’t let him kill me.” Jj whispered to you so John couldn’t hear.

You gave him a reassuring nod and wink. You loved that even being a grown man didn’t stop Jj from asking for your protection. He had called you the previous night expressing his anxieties and concerns about today. This relationship of his was a shock to everyone. When you found out his girlfriend’s father did not approve of your son you weren’t sure if you were surprised. Which you could understand with the current development.

Jj disappeared out the back and was soon back carrying a purse and wrapped gift. His girlfriend was in tow with a charming smile just like her mother’s and clearly telling Jj to go do something. It was new seeing Jj with a partner, you were use to him avoiding relationships unlike his sisters. He was commonly alone at holidays or at parties while Evelyn had been with her fiancé for years and Lily had a string of girlfriends.

The young woman Jj had been dating was dressed in light blue jean overalls with a sage green t-shirt underneath and cute white sneakers. Her light brown wavy hair was tied back in a low ponytail with a cute gold clip pinning back her bangs. Those bright green eyes of hers were still the most noticeable feature until you looked down at the prominent bump that had been growing for six months now.

“Mel! How are you doing?” You were so happy to see the soon to be mother of your first grandchild.

The way you waved her into the house and immediately pulled out coconut water that she requested had her nerves calming. Your welcoming nature made it easy to feel close to you and desire a connection.

“Hey, Indy. I’m doing great. Not to sure how my dad’s doing though. Mums trying to convince him to get out of the truck.” She had a melodic way of speaking that truly did her name justice.

“Melody, where did you say to put this?” Jj asked, lightly shaking the gift box by his ear to figure out what it was.

You swore you saw flashes of that little ten year old. Seeing your son as a grown mad about to be a father had been playing tricks on you. The memories of raising him were invading your mind at all times now. It had you and John reminiscing about when you became parents and how time flies.

“It’s Uncle John’s birthday present since we missed his party.” Mel motioned for Jj to give it to his father only he gave Mel a grossed out look.

“Can you not call him Uncle John. It makes it sound like we’re related.” With a grossed out tone Jj then looked around the room looking for backup.

“She’s been calling me Uncle John since before you were toilet trained. So no.” John snagged the present from his son and then gave Mel a hug.

“Thank you.” Taking the gift John placed it on the kitchen island.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” With a large smile you watched as Mel’s mother came through the back door with her looming shadow of a husband behind her.

“Nice to see you Dove-“ John gave the woman he’d known for so long a friendly wave and she did the same. They served together in the military which was a large reason why John had become close friends with her over two decades ago.

“Simon, how you doin’ mate?” John raised his beer and gave the hulking man a friendly smirk.

Ghost was living up to his name in this moment. In his dark jeans and black cotton t-shirt his presence chased away the summer sun. The room seemed to dim with the rolling storm clouds that seemed to follow him. Simon’s eyebrows were knit and lips fixed in a firm line. His eyes were fixed on Jj who was drinking his beer and avoiding making eye contact by offering Mel some food. She was batting his efforts away whispering that she couldn’t eat that.

“Pissed off.” Simon Riley spoke with a rumbling growl through gritted teeth.

“Quit it! You promised to be nice.” Dove swatted his shoulder but it did nothing to stop the murderous stare he had set on your son.

No part of Simon was okay with Jj Price having been the man to get his oldest daughter pregnant. Simon did promise to be civil but now seeing the man who did this set his teeth on edge. It was the first time seeing Jj since Mel told her parents the news.

“I will once this twat stops dragging his feet and proposes.” Simon’s comment had everyone in the room prickling up. He brought suffocating atmosphere.

“Watch it.” You quickly snapped.

“Oi, down boy.” John tried out firm humor.

“Simon!” Dove gasped and pinched his side.

“What!? Fuckin’ lucky I don’t drown you in the bloody pond for putting your grubby hands on my daughter.” Dove grabbed Simon before he could stand nose to nose with Jj who seemed unimpressed.

“You’re hilarious dad.” Mel rolled her eyes at Simon’s rude remark and gave Jj an annoyed look.

You noticed how she stood close to Jj and positioned herself in a way that Simon would have to go through her to get to your son. It was subtle but purposeful.

Jj stayed silent not wanting to piss off Ghost more than he already had. Since Mel told her parents she was pregnant Simon had been irate since she hadn’t told them she was even in a relationship. Mel had also waited until it was impossible to keep it to herself anymore and Dove dragged it out of her once she started to show. So this was still fresh news to the Riley’s, having only known for a week.

“Hilarious? What’s fucking funny?” Simon challenged his oldest daughter.

“You and mum weren’t married when she got pregnant with Fae! And you can’t even lie about it because I was five and remember you two getting married. Also, mum wasn’t even married to Peter when she had me so if you wanna lecture anyone, lecture your wife.” The harsh response had the room falling silent.

It was an awkward tension watching Mel air out her parents dirty laundry. You all knew the details but no one expected Dove to get thrown under the bus. Dove seemed to take it on the chin and waved her hand softly for Mel to calm down. A look in her mother’s eyes that reassured those who could see her that Dove had things handled.

“Mel, wanna go for a walk?” Jj was already walking for the back door not waiting for her response. It didn’t go unnoticed how Jj’s hand slid across Mel’s lower back and guided her with him.

Jj tried to walk around Simon but he stepped in the way squaring up to him. Jj tried not to come off aggressive but he wasn’t about to back down while Simon was a guest in this house. The two men stared at one another neither looking scared of the other. Jj wore a blank expression while Simons rage was painted on his face.

“Stop being a brute.” Mel lightly pushed Simon out of the way, grabbed Jj’s hand and pulled him out the back door.

There was a beat of silence as all around watched the two walk hand in hand towards the pond down the hill.

“See what you’ve done. You’re pushing her away.” Dove threw her hands in the air and turned on Simon with her finger in his face.

“You’re not allowed to be against me on this.” Simon snapped at his wife.

Dove knew he was desperate for anyone to be as angry as him but she wasn’t. Quite frankly she was excited to be a grandmother and supported her daughter in the choices she was making.

“I think everyone’s against you on this, mate.” John tried to be sympathetic but Simon rounded on him.

“Yeah? And what if Tommy knocked up one of your girls?” The crude remark had you and Dove letting out shocked gasps.

No one was expecting Simon to bring his own son into the argument as an example. Let alone talk about him being involved with your daughters.

“You’re being a dick!” You hissed but John was already stepping up to Simon, a wave of aggression rolling off of him.

“Well, my girl’s wouldn’t look twice at your boy.” John barked back, now standing with his chest puffed out.

“Okay, I think you need to go sit in the car.” Dove was in between the men who looked like they were about to throw punches. She looked tired from having to deal with Simons disapproval of the situation.

“Fine, I didn’t want to come in anyway.” Simon half shouted as he stomped his way to his truck.

“God, he’s a piece of work.” You were exasperated watching the hulking man slam the door of his truck so loud you were surprised the window didn’t shatter.

“You have no idea. He’s been pissy beyond belief at home. Can’t wrap his head around how he didn’t know they were dating or that Mel had been pregnant for so long. . . I mean, I’m surprised at how well she hid it too.” Dove took the beer John was offering her and gulped down two large swigs.

“Were they dating?” You asked feeling John pinch your bum at the question. He was shaking his head at you to not go down this path.

You had brought this up to John a few times and he kept shooting you down. Telling you to believe what your son told you and stop being skeptical. He even went as far to ask if you thought Jj was a lair. So you stopped bringing it up and only discussed your excitement to be grandparents.

“Jj won’t fess up either?” Dove asked ignoring how John was looking between you two as if you were crazy for taking about this.

John thought gossiping like this was beneath all of you. It shocked him to hear you behaving like this. His son was a grown man and none of you should be weighing in on his choices unless he asked for that. But that didn’t seem to be stopping you and Dove.

“Think they were just a fling if I’m honest.” It was a crass comment but Dove was shaking her head in agreement.

“Oi, those are our children. We should not be-“ putting her hand up Dove cut John off. She had run out of patience and didn’t feel like sugar coating the way she spoke.

“Join Simon in the truck if you’re going to be like this.” Pointing to the window John’s expression turned angry to be bossed around by someone who wasn’t you. Dove was at the end of her rope with irritable men and was fine being short with John.

“Agreed. There’s no judgement we’re just comparing notes.” You shrugged and then dramatically waved your arm towards the back door.

“Bloody ridiculous.” John snatched his present off the counter knowing it was an expensive bottle of alcohol and then grabbed two glasses.

“Such babies.” Dove sarcastically said before you jumped into figuring out the timeline of Mel and Jj’s relationship.

John wanted to slam the back door but he had spent way too much money on it to break it now. Stepping out on to the patio John could see Mel and Jj sitting on the dock down by the pond. He wondered what they were talking about and if Dove knew anything more than you did. Part of him wished he stayed to find out more but he couldn’t get himself to participate in good conscience.

Taking his attention off his son John looked over to see Simon sitting in his truck staring straight forward like a man possessed. John took a look at the present wrapped in red polka dot paper and then walked over to the truck. Simon tried to ignore John but eventually looked over at Price who was waving the gift and shaking two glasses at him.

It took Simon a moment to contemplate what to do but he knew that was an expensive bottle of bourbon. Mel had asked what John liked and Simon recalled him complimenting his bourbon last time he was over. So, Simon emerged from his truck and followed Price to the front of the house where they silently sat on the front porch and shared a drink.

Simon was the one to break the since. The wind chime on the front porch blew in the breeze, light chimes carrying with the wind.

“Your boy better step up.” Simon had his eyes fixed straight ahead and the glass to his lips.

His breath fogged the crystal, tilting his head back Simon drank the contents in one go with no reaction. He then poured himself another glass to sip on. It was going to take a lot of liquor to deal with everything going on. Simon didn’t normally speak to Price like this but his anger was at an all time high.

Mel was Simons little girl. She may not be biologically his daughter and he hadn’t met her until she was three but she was his daughter in all the ways that mattered. Simon would always see Mel as his first little girl, she had made him a father all those years ago when she struggled with her biological dad’s rejection. Simon was the man who stayed, who chose to raise her out of love not obligation. It was slow and took years but by the time Mel was five she bounced between calling him Simon or dad. Still to this day she called him either and he didn’t mind.

Simon felt particularly protective of Mel. He’d watched what the rejection of her biological father did to her. How she had trouble trusting that someone could love her who wasn’t her mother. It was years until Mel had truly accepted Simon as her father and he signed those adoption papers. But still to this day Simon knew she struggled accepting she could be truly loved; even by him.

Her independence was how she coped with the deep seated issue. No one could tell her what to do or how to live her life. She was the one in charge and who chose who could be in her life. It left her ready to leave relationships quickly or avoid them all together. The few Simon witnessed were with men who were uninterested in commitment; just like Jj. It was painful watching his oldest daughter set herself up for heart break. She was hyper sensitive to abandonment and Simon would murder the Price boy if he abandoned his pregnant daughter.

Simon wasn’t sure Mel would be able to recover if that happened.

“He will. I think you know that.” John sighed as he took a large gulp of the bourbon.

“His call sign is Mag. Because of the amount of birds he’s fu-“ John cut Simon off with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t pretend he’s not doing what every other young man does. He’s perfectly respectful of Mel, she’s the only one.” It was hard for John to sit here and not bite Simon’s head off for the constant disrespect.

John understood where Simon was coming from, he truly did. If his daughter came home six months pregnant and the man who did it wasn’t planning on marrying her, John would become murderous. But being on the other side and knowing the kind of man Jj was, John felt he should be given the space to do the right thing. Because John knew he raised Jj to do the right thing.

“I wasn’t. Dove can attest to that. Just because you were a slag in your youth doesn’t mean every man was.” It was surprising to learn that about Simon.

John wasn’t sure why but he assumed Simon was sleeping around as a young man. It’s who John was so it didn’t surprise him when Jj was like that. Maybe his idea of being sexually active was skewed.

“He’s going to do right by Mel. Give him a chance.” John tried to reason with Simon.

“Didn’t even know they were friendly, let alone dating.” The shame Simon felt for not picking up on this was deep rooted.

He was suppose to see signs like this. Pick up on the little details. Was he losing his edge? Simon saw Jj most days, they’d been deployed together, served together, he was Jj’s commanding officer. Mel even visited Simon a few times on base while Jj was with him. Had they been together at that point? Were the others in his command aware Jj was sleeping with Simons daughter? Was the joke on him?

“Still can’t fuckin’ believe it. Never thought it’d be those two who wound up together.” Taking another sip of his drink silence fell over them.

Maybe Price was right. Would it be harmful to give the boy a chance to do the right thing? It would mean more to Melody if Jj did it on his own instead of at gunpoint. So Simon sat there and tried to calm himself, because Mel deserved to have agency in her life. Simon needed to let her do this because he raised her properly and he trusted her judgement.

~

“I really think Ghost is going to try and get me killed next deployment.” Jj was staring out over the pond he had grown up swimming in.

The wind swept across the navy water leaving ripples in its wake. Sitting under the clear sky and warm sun was leaving Jj face tingly as the beams pricked his skin. Mel wouldn’t admit but she was running hot more so nowadays. She glanced out of the corner of her eye making sure Jj wasn’t looking as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Her back ached sitting on the wooden dock but her swollen ankles felt better dipped into the cool water. She liked that Jj helped get her shoes off and then how he joined her after rolling his pants legs up.

Jj was starting to wonder what it would be like for his children and what kind of childhood they would have. It felt strange to even think he was starting a family. Jj hadn’t been in a committed relationship since right before boot camp. Now here he was, about to be a dad. A dad with the girl he had a major crush on since he was ten.

“He’s a man baby, he’ll get over it. Just needs to throw a tantrum first.” Mel nudged Jj with her shoulder and gave him a soft smile.

The smile faded as she watched him continue to stare out over the pond. Jj wasn’t a particularly open book so getting him to share his feelings had been like pulling teeth at times. It’s what drew Mel to him, she found that kind of mysteriousness attractive. She also tended to go for emotionally unavailable men and it probably had to do with her abandonment issues from her biological father but she chose to ignore the truth.

“You okay?” Lightly placing her hand on Jj’s broad shoulder she shook him to grab his attention.

“You know I had a huge crush on you when we were kids? But you were two years older than me so I didn’t think you knew I existed.” With furrowed brows Jj shared this not knowing where he was going with it.

“It was kinda hard not to notice you at school since all the girls were in love with you. But you had Rory, so I never thought of you like that.” Mel admitted wondering what Jj was getting at.

“Well, Rory was the last girl I dated seriously. I haven’t really thought about settling down. Ya’know I’m gone a lot.” Jj continued to look out over the pond but he could feel Mel’s soft gaze on him.

She was sweet and fiery. A no nonsense person at times and then an absolute riot. She was funny, playful, and guarded. Her quick wit and need for privacy were alluring to Jj. Mel had been this way since they were kids, it’s why his crush never faded, because she consistently stayed the same. Now she was just grown, more mature, but held all the same things that made Jj’s head spin. He couldn’t deny she had always been his dream girl but it was hard admitting something so vulnerable.

“I know.” She spoke softly but there was no malice which Jj assumed there would be.

He kept wondering why she was okay with him being so uncertain on their relationship. Little did he know Mel was familiar with abandonment and never trusted a man to stay. So when she found out she was pregnant Mel was ready to do it on her own from the start.

“Jj, I don’t want you to marry me. Me getting pregnant was an accident. I mean c’mon we were stupid one time and this happened.” Mel motioned to her belly which finally had Jj looking down at the growing bump.

“It was more than once.” Jj mumbled.

“Well, once without a condom.” The cheeky comment made Mel laugh.

The two of them had never thought about dating one another. Sleeping together happened once, spur of the moment. It was at one of those big start of summer parties the Price family commonly threw.

Mel and Jj hadn’t seen each other in years but there was a chemistry they couldn’t deny that night. So they snuck to Jj’s old bedroom while everyone was downstairs. After that they only ever slept together when they happened to run into one another. Then it was more common when Jj started to call her up when he was home from deployment. And one drunken night they didn’t use protection and now here they were. About to be parents.

Back then when things were only about sex it was easy; because things were inconsequential. Lust was the driving force. The sneaking around was exhilarating. If Ghost ever caught them he would’ve killed Jj. And there was something incredibly hot about sleeping with his commanding officers daughter. Jj didn’t know it would feel that way until one day Ghost was particularly foul and Jj was smirking to himself about how he had bedded that assholes daughter. It was gross and he felt guilty for feeling that way until Mel made a joke about it. Telling Jj it ‘serves him right’ and that Jj clearly deserved one of the Riley’s to make it up to him.

“You don’t want me to marry you?” Jj asked as he placed his hand on Mels protruding belly.

“Jj we’ve barely dated. We kinda live together. Marriage is a huge step. I don’t even know if we’ll get on like that. I mean c’mon, the rest of our lives is a long time. You don’t have to saddle yourself with me.” Now it was Mels turn to look over the pond and avoid Jj’s eyes.

“I want to give it a go. Be a good dad. Be good to you. Like you deserve. I’m not gonna leave you high and dry just because we aren’t married.” Jj’s admission made Mel smile softly.

“And I’m not saddling myself with you. Like I said, I’ve had a crush on you since I was ten. If anything it’s a dream come true.” Jj hated how corny he sounded. Sweet talk was usually something he did to get laid but he meant what he was saying now; which was strange.

“I know. You’re a good man like that. Your Uncle John’s son after all. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Mel spoke sweetly.

She wasn’t sure she could believe Jj. If Mel was honest she didn’t think she could believe any man. But if there was a man who was trustworthy and wouldn’t leave it would be Jj; she was sure of that. Now she had to wait and see if it was possible, if a man like that existed or if it was a fairytale like she told herself. Mel just hoped deep down Jj wouldn’t let her down.

“So, do we continue letting them all think we were secretly dating?” Finally smiling Jj slid his finger between Mel’s and brought her hand to his lips leaving a ghost like kiss.

“I’m pretty sure your mum sees right through our lie. My mum wants to believe me but I know she doesn’t.” With a sigh Mel looked down at her belly and smoothed her hand over the fabric of her overalls.

“My mums a witch, Im surprised she didn’t know from the start. I swear she can read minds.” Jj watched as Mel was about to respond but cut in.

“Also you gotta stop calling my parents aunt and uncle. People’ll think we’re cousins.” This had been a point Jj harped on and finally Mel shook her head in agreeance.

“Fine, if it means that much to you.” With an eye roll Mel started to get up but was struggling, her belly made her off balance.

Jj rocketed to his feet and helped her up. There was this strange pang in his chest whenever Mel looked the slightest bit uncomfortable. No matter how hard he tried to shove those feelings down they were sprouting like weeds. Knowing she had been without him and keeping the pregnancy a secret for five months made him incredibly guilty.

“This might be crazy but I think we should move in. Properly. So I can take care of you. I don’t want to miss anything when-“ Jj sighed and placed his hand on Mel’s belly again.

“They come.” Jj’s emotions were betraying him as his lip wobbled.

Being a father was a huge step. Hell, he didn’t even know Mel was pregnant until last month. Jj had been deployed after their drunken night together and Mel wanted to tell him in person. So she waited until he was home and told him the news last month.

Jj was shell shocked. He completely disassociated for a day or two, unable to process the news. Mel gave him the space and accepted she would be a single mom. But Jj didn’t keep her waiting long. He showed up at her flat with flowers and a game plan on how things could work. He asked her to be his girlfriend and that they start to figure out what they wanted to do. Jj had been staying at Mel’s flat since then to take care of her because he would never skip out on his duties as a man. That, and he was drawn to her, always had been.

This was a family he was creating with Mel. Nothing would stop him from providing and keeping them safe. The fact he would be a father was what fueled him every day now. He was already in love with who lay in Mels womb and he would dedicate his life to protecting them; and now her.

“You gonna cry tough guy?” Mel sniffled seeing the man she was starting to fall for get emotional for the first time in front of her.

“That gonna scare you off?” With a chuckle Jj wiped his damp eyes with the heel of his hand and did his best to straighten back up.

“Not at all. And it’s not crazy.” Mel fiddled with the hem of Jj’s shirt as they slowly came closer to one another like magnets being pulled together. It started slow and then snapped together all at once.

In a second Jj’s hand had laced through the hair at the nape of Mel’s neck and he kissed her with much deeper intention than he ever had. It was no longer lust between them. There was this tightness that took over Jj’s chest. Seeing Mel pregnant could suck the air out of his lungs and had him stumbling over himself like an idiot.

Pulling apart the two caught their breath for a moment. Love drunk smiles spread across their faces as they began to make plans to solidify their future together.

“So, you moving into my place or do I have to subject myself to your bachelor pad?” Mel teased which earned a deep chuckle from the boy she hardly knew who had turned into the man that would father her children.

“We could look for one. Make it ours instead of yours or mine.” Taking Mel’s hand Jj started to lead them back up to the house.

“I like that idea. Rent or buy?” Mel asked a bit of skip to her step.

“Buy. I’ve saved up a good amount. We’re starting a family and kids deserve space to grow and run around outside.” Jj spoke as he looked around the grounds where he spent his own childhood.

Memories of camping out in the tree house with Evelyn came to mind. How he use to feed the chickens. The endless games of football he played with his family. Jj spent so much time out here playing with his little sisters and his friends. In his mind this is what a good childhood looked like.

“I like that. I grew up in flat after flat until mum and Simon bought a house.” Mel slipped her hand out of Jj’s and wrapped herself around his muscular arm.

It made Jj smile to have someone to call his. He’d been fighting commitment all his adult life and although a relationship had been thrust upon him, he liked it. He’d liked Mel since he first saw her as a young boy. It was an innocent crush that persisted through the years and he finally acted on as an adult.

“Hello love birds.” Dove teased watching Jj and Mel walk through the back door looking absolutely smitten with one another.

“Jesus.” Jj felt slapped by the word ‘love’ which became painfully obvious to everyone by the way he smoothly slipped his arm out of Mel’s grip.

“You’re emotionally stunted.” Mel whispered to Jj who started to blush at the blatant call out. She was smiling devilishly seeing him squirm.

“Where’s Unc- I mean John?” Mel corrected herself which had you and Dove sharing a look.

“Front porch with your dad. Need me to grab them?” Dove asked and Mel nodded. Dove squeezed Mel’s cheeks before walking off to grab the men.

“Sooo, your mum really doesn’t know much.” You smiled at Mel and she instantly felt caught out.

Jj stiffened knowing that look of yours all to well. This was the part where you admitted to catching him in a lie ages ago. He hated when you did this and let him go on like he was getting away with something.

“What do you mean?” Mel tried to play innocent but Jj simply put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head in defeat. It was crazy to him that being a grown man now didn’t stop him from feeling like a little kid around you from time to time.

“She knows. I don’t know how she knows but she just does.” Jj told Mel but it was clear by her expression she didn’t believe him.

“It started last summer at the party didn’t it?” You spoke with hushed words so you didn’t out the twos secrets because it truly was no ones business; not even yours.

They were grown and you had no right to tell them what they should or shouldn’t do. You also never asked because they deserved privacy and you didn’t want to pry, even if you had your suspicions. If Jj wanted you to know he would’ve told you.

“How-“ Mels eyes were bugging out of her head while Jj just looked defeated and took a seat at the counter.

“I told you, she’s a witch.” Jj aggressively pointed to his head referencing his comment about you being a mind reader.

“I’m not a witch, I’m just your mother.” You lightly laughed at your son.

He’d been calling you that since he was seven. Although he was a grown man with a child on the way you always saw that little goofy boy. The one who cried his eyes out when Evelyn climbed on to the roof. Who would pick you flowers from your garden and leave the rose bush hacked to bits. Your little boy who use to eat sand and bounced off the walls of this very home like a rubber ball. He was your first, the child who made you a mom.

Now look at him, the same age you were when you had him.

“What else do you know?” Mel asked sitting next to Jj.

“You two were not dating. I’m not even sure you’re dating now. You might be able to convince your fathers but me and your mum are smarter than that.” Giving Mel a nod she pursed her lips realizing she wasn’t as slick as she thought she was.

“Better be telling me you just proposed.” Simon was the first to emerge in the kitchen looking slightly less angry.

Dove and John were right behind and went to stand next to their respective partners. Mel rolled her eyes at Simon still being so upset and Jj tried to push down the fear Ghost left him with. It was irrational because being grown and fully capable Jj was convinced he could take Ghost in a fight. But having know the man from the time Jj was a child made Simon feel larger than life at times.

“We’re going to start looking at homes to buy. We aren’t ready for marriage but we plan on doing this together.” Jj spoke with confidence.

John’s hand squeezed yours beneath the counter. You both didn’t know how your son was going to handle this. You knew he was a good man and would do right by Mel but weren’t sure if that meant supporting her from a distance or being an active part in her life. This was an absolute relief compared to the uncertainty you had been left with last week when Jj and Mel told you over dinner.

“That what you want Mel? Have a baby unmarried?” Whatever John and Simon talked about on the front porch seemed to help settle Simon down if only somewhat. He seemed to be putting in the effort to listen more than judge.

“I’m not ready to get married. This is all new between me and Jj. And there’s something else.” Mel looked to Jj who gulped and then shook his head for her to continue.

You and John shared a look wondering what else there could possibly be. Finding out you were going to be grandparents a lot sooner than expected was enough of a shock. There couldn’t possibly be anything more surprising than that.

“It’s not ‘a’ baby. It’s twins.”

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Kinktober Day 23

Miguel x F!Reader (Bondage)

Summary: Miguel is tired of you running around the Spider Society and needs you to sit down and listen for five minutes.

Warning: MINOR DNI, SMUT, bondage, webs being used in ways they shouldn't be used, overstimulation

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There a good number of things that drove Miguel up a wall. Many of them were due to either his job at Alchemax, or his position at the Spider Society.

Apart from those two, another thing that made Miguel crazy was you.

You were pretty much the hyper active child of the Spider Society. Always swinging around, making a fuss where ever you go. Miguel was getting tired of having to find you and sit you down for even five minutes.

"(Y/N), come to my office," Miguel said with a heavy sigh as he called you via watch.

"Can't right now, Miggy! I'm having a race!"

"Where?!"

"Uhhhhh....can't....bzzz....you..."

Miguel felt his eye twitch as you hung up on him. As he pinched the bridge of his nose, Lyla ever so happily showed him the footage of you racing with some other Spider people. The group of you bumping into pillars left and right.

Honestly, Miguel loved the hyper go-energy you had. He just wished you stood still enough for him to admire you. Watching your body twist and turn made Miguel's mind wander. What did he have to do to keep you still?

Miguel slumped in his seat wondering if you would still try to move if he ever fucked you.

"Hehe, okay, I won! What did you need, Miggy? I have like...three people to meet soon!" You chirped as you swung into his office.

"You're going to have to cancel," Miguel groaned softly, wanting to hide his erection.

"Awe! No fair, you know~ I'll just come bac-"

You gasped as Miguel fired his webbing towards you. With ease, you legs were bound and you had fallen onto the floor. Right when you were going to break free, Miguel swung over and webbed your hands together. Like a fish, you flopped over to face him.

"Fine! Fine, I'll listen." You pouted. Miguel hovered over you, his breathe against your neck,

"Why do you have to make things so difficult?" He asked, causing your heart to race a bit, "Is this how I have to get you to stay still?"

"I guess,"

Miguel was so close to you. Having both your hands and legs tied was making both your mind and heart race. As you looked into his crimson eyes, you couldn't help but lean towards Miguel. You had always found Miguel handsome.

As if he read your mind, Miguel captured your lips in a kiss. His hands rested against your knees, slowly breaking the binding. As you melted into the kiss, you didn't realize that Miguel had positioned himself between your legs, webbing your already bonded hands to the unmovable object.

"Mhm~ Mig-" You gasped between kisses, squirming slightly as you felt his body against yours.

"Shh, you were doing so well," Miguel groaned.

You wanted to whine. You wanted to move, but Miguel was making it difficult. Perhaps if you kept moving, you would get out of his webbing?

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"Ah~ Hn~"

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Don't wanna move now?"

You had become a moaning mess as Miguel pounded your pussy with his dick. Every time you tried to move, Miguel would change positions, keeping you bounded.

"Mhm~" You flinched as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"No moving remember?" Miguel chuckled.

Webbing your legs up, Miguel leaned into you even deeper than before. His breathing getting heavier as you came upon change. You weren't sure how much more your body could take. Drool was rolling down your cheek as your body kept asking for more.

Your pussy was twitching with every slap of his dick. Your body felt like it was on fire as you started to lose your sense of reason. You wanted to say that it hurt, but you couldn't. Miguel was making a mess of you and felt so damn good.

"Shit, I'm going to cum, (Y/N)." Miguel groaned lowly.

Hearing those words again made your brain spin. You whined and moaned in response as Miguel's pace picked up again. His thick cock pounding against your cervix, ready to unload inside you again.

"Stay still and drink up," Miguel hummed.

Your body arched forward, moaning as you felt him cum inside you. The two of you took a moment to rest before Miguel undid his webs. Your arms and legs flopped to the ground as you breathed heavily.

"You moved again, (Y/N). I have so much to teach you still," Miguel chuckled as he lifted you up against his chest.

"Lemme....rest first."

"But then you haven't learned."

You whined softly as Miguel webbed your hands behind your back as he sat you against his lap. Your pussy swallowed his dick with ease as you let your body rest against him.

"Another round should teach you, right?" Miguel questioned with a kiss.

Needless to say, another round was not enough to keep you still.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

[newkatzkafe2023]

Can you Female Y/N and Male Y/N as Peach 🍑 Blossom cookie from cookie run and what’s their reaction from lmk wukong to the 19something wukong is it 1998

I looked him up, and he is super adorable and chill, so I'm totally doing this🍑 as for gender I'll leave that up to whoever is reading this😅

(Lmk Wukong) You are the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, not to mention you look completely like a tasty peach. His he hearts in his eyes and would chirp actively at you, making you giggle and blush. Wukong and you were inseparable always seen together laughing and playing and floating around the mountain. You love to make him peach baos and your other peach based recipes, not to mention growing peach trees on flower fruit mountain. You became Wukong's whole world, as he continuously adores you.

(MKR Wukong) He felt his whole world freeze upon seeing you for the first time seeing you. You looked like a large adorable peach and you also look like a bigger monkey version of a heaven peach, and he couldn't get enough. You were so easygoing and incredibly chill, which works well with Wukong's short fuse. You teach Wukong relax and make sure he eats properly making peach baos and other meals for him to eat. Wukong would blush slightly at your kind peaceful smiles, and deep down Wukong loves and appreciate everything you do for him.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhh what a tasty looking peach you are, would you let him take a bite out of you😉? You had a huge blush he asked you that as he flirted with you in a bar he met you at. Wukong calls you his sweet peach all the time and finds it adorable how you would float away, and get all shy. Wukong loves to invite you to have drinks together and enjoy your sweet tasty peach baos, and chat all night. He would coo over you and pull you close to him, and kiss your face making your blush more as the night you both met.

(HIB Wukong) He thought he was tripping when he saw you for the first time, and once he found you were real he had a huge blush. You were so kind and caring to both him and his children always helping them out, or offering some fresh ripe peaches. You would show great concern for Wukong when he gets stressed or upset so you would always come check on him, with peach tea and a listening ear. Sometimes Wukong would crash out a bit and cuddle and sleep with you under your peach trees, you also take this time to steal kisses on his sleeping face.

(Netflix Wukong) They say the best way to a man's heart is though his stomach, and that's exactly how your marriage came to be. You have met him when he was raiding your peach tree, and it was annoying at first but seeing him with his cheeks stuffed it was cute. You remained patient and kind to him as you would continuously made peach baos for him to gorge on. You would also give him peach drinks, and pies for Wukong to come and eat and he would have heart eyes for everything he ate. Wukong also loves to take naps on your lap under the peach trees because you put him in a food coma, yeah he's not going anywhere for a long time....🥰

(BMW Wukong) You're the most heavenly looking monkey peach he's ever seen, and he wanted you immediately. Wukong got to work at trying to win you over with stories of his many accomplishments, treasures, and endless supply of rice wine. It was cute of him to try as you relaxed next to him and sharing your freshly made peach baos. Wukong would come by you peach garden every day, to spend time with you so much so you grown use to his visits but you never mind him coming by in the first place. You just wish he would give you a heads up.

(Destined one) Deep down the Destined one thought you were adorable and so easy to hang out with, which made it easy for your relationship to bloom. You both would spend quiet days together having walks down the empty roads and having picnics where you both would have peach tea and your famous peach baos. The Destined one loves spending all his free time with you and your compassion for others. He loves and adores you endlessly and may you both continue to have quiet days.

(Lotmk Wukong) Wukong loves to help you in your peach tree garden, especially when you grow some on flower fruit mountain. You and Wukong would have many dates under the newly grown peach trees, and he loves when you make peach baos for him. Your favorite thing you both love to do is take naps whenever the cherry blossoms fall, and continue to snuggle for hours on end.

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[elizabethiiregina]

Please analyze my sexual contacts for reference and additional resources in terms of personnel and information access. It is my impression that I am being continuously attacked with various sources of mind control and sensory replacement, in order to facilitate a criminal cover up. All time traveling criminals should be responded to militarily, and not arrested or brought before Judges and Juries.