#explaining homework to the dog

[thepandalion]

"its ok, you don't need to know verbs, you're not a linguist, you're a dog" -me, to my dog, right now

[sentientsliotar]

Of all the ways to lose the pearl…

yeah this one is peak Pjo chaos and I’m here for it

[chrissssssmut]

winter aespa school student president x male loser reader smut?

DETENTION

School President Winter x Loser Male Reader

AN: I've got so much time now! I am currently on a break from my work which explains the everyday upload! Love y'all!♥️

It was almost 5:00 PM. The school hallways were long emptied out—no chatter, no squeaking shoes, no slam of lockers. Just silence.

Except for Classroom 2-C.

You were still in there, sitting awkwardly in the back row, tapping your pencil against the desk and glancing toward the front of the classroom. And there she was. Still there, arms crossed, standing by the board like she ran the entire building.

Because she did.

“Still spacing out?” Winter said, voice clipped, authoritative. “It’s no wonder your grades are in the gutter.”

You sat up straighter immediately. “I—I’m not spacing out. I’m just… I thought detention was over by now.”

She slowly turned to face you fully, blazer pressed, school emblem pinned over her chest, and a little clipboard in her hand.

“Oh?” she stepped down from the podium. Heels clicking. "You thought? That's funny, considering you barely think at all during class. Late three times this week. Homework—missing. And I hear from Ms. Choi you were dozing off during her lecture.”

You rubbed your neck, cheeks heating. “I mean… yeah, but—”

“Enough.” Her voice sliced through your excuse.

You didn’t dare talk back. Not to her. Kim Minjeong, aka Winter, was a legend. Student council president. Top of every class. Ice-cold, terrifying, beautiful.

She stepped closer.

"Everyone else has left," she said softly. Her voice changed—calmer, but still in control. “But you? You’re staying.”

Your breath caught. “Why…?”

“Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

Winter looked down at you, her arms finally relaxing to her sides. Then she reached into her skirt pocket and slowly pulled out something small, lacy—

Your brain froze.

Pink panties.

Your eyes widened.

“W-what—are those—”

“Mine.” She twirled them on her finger casually. “They’ve been in your bag all day, haven’t they? You think I didn’t notice?”

You panicked. “I-I didn’t steal them, I swear! Someone must’ve planted them—”

Her hand suddenly pressed against your desk, leaning in close. Her cold, unreadable face just inches away. "You didn’t steal them?" she whispered. “Then why are they wet, loser?”

Your mouth dried. “I-I didn’t—”

Winter smirked—just barely. “You're such a pervert. Always staring when you think I don't see. Always so quiet, so obedient... You act like I don’t know every single filthy thought in your head.”

Your cock twitched in your pants.

She saw it. Of course she did.

And instead of being disgusted, Winter... smiled.

“You like this, don’t you?” she asked. “Being put in your place by your school president. Having me hold your detention hostage while you sit there with your cock getting hard in your pants like a dog.”

You bit your lip.

She raised the panties to your face and let them rest across your cheek. "They were on me this morning. I wore them in every council meeting, every class. And now they're here. With you.”

Then she slid them down… down to your lap. Rubbed them across your bulge slowly, carefully.

You shuddered.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

She tilted her head, tone mockingly sweet. “What was that?”

“...I like it.”

She smiled again. “Good boy.”

Then Winter moved like a switch flipped. She grabbed your tie, yanked you forward, and kissed you. No hesitation, no testing the waters—just full lips, soft scent, hot breath, and a tongue that claimed your mouth like it was hers.

When she pulled back, a thin string of spit connected you.

She walked back toward the teacher’s desk, sat on it, and spread her legs.

Her skirt was still on. But no panties now. Just skin underneath, smooth and soft and wet. Your mouth hung open.

“Crawl,” she said. “Come here.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

Your knees hit the floor. You crawled down the aisle between desks like a pathetic little pet and knelt in front of her. Her shoes brushed your sides as she opened her legs wider.

Winter leaned back on her hands, biting her bottom lip slightly. "Look at you. All that quiet loner act, and now you’re on your knees for me. Such a good little loser."

You swallowed hard. “Can I taste…?”

She looked down her nose at you. “Beg for it.”

“Please…” you murmured, breath shaky. “Please, President… I want to taste you so bad…”

“Of course you do.” She slid forward on the desk, pussy now inches from your lips. “Now shut up and show me you’re worth the breath it takes to keep you around.”

You dove in.

She tasted sweet and sharp, hips jerking just slightly as your tongue flicked across her folds. She grabbed your hair, fingers laced tight, forcing your face deeper. Your nose was buried in her as you licked her slit, circled her clit, sucked when she gasped.

“F-fuck—mmph… just like that,” she muttered. “God, you’re so good with that tongue, aren’t you? Knew you’d be good for something.”

You moaned against her.

The panties she left on your lap were now stuffed into your hand—and you used them to jerk yourself off, the scent of her soaking them while her taste coated your mouth.

Suddenly—her grip tightened.

"Stop."

You froze.

Her eyes were cold again. “You don’t come until I say so. Got it?”

“Y-yes.”

She stood up, fixed her skirt. Walked over to your desk. “Sit.”

You stumbled to your feet, pants around your ankles, dick throbbing hard.

Winter sat on your lap facing you, straddling, her pussy rubbing right over your tip.

“Been thinking about this for weeks,” she muttered. “Watching you squirm in the back row, hiding your hard-ons like I don’t see them. Wondering what your cock would feel like.”

You groaned. “Please—”

She cut you off by sliding down.

Just like that—tight, wet heat wrapped around your cock.

You choked out a breath. “F-fuck—Winter—President—”

Her eyes rolled back for a second. “God… you are thick…”

Then she began to move.

Slow, deep, grinding strokes that made the desk creak. Her skirt hiked up around her waist, your hands desperately grabbing her hips as she rode you like she owned every inch.

She leaned in close again, lips brushing your ear. “You like when your school president’s pussy’s wrapped around your cock?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

“You like when I fuck you like I own you?”

"Please—keep going—"

She moaned, breath hot. “Keep talking like that and I might let you come.”

Just as you felt your release creeping up—

Click.

The doorknob turned.

You both froze.

Outside: heavy footsteps.

A voice. “Hello? Anyone still in here?”

Your eyes went wide.

Winter didn’t move.

“Don’t you dare make a sound,” she whispered, her pussy still squeezing you inside her.

“Security,” the man outside called. “Classroom check.”

Winter leaned forward and bit your neck. Hard. Your mouth opened in a silent scream.

Her hips slowly moved again. Riding you. While a grown man stood just outside the door.

She whispered, “Keep it together. Be a good little fucktoy. Don’t spill until I say.”

The security guard rattled the knob once more… then moved on.

Silence.

Then—

Winter slammed down hard.

You cried out—but she kissed you to muffle it, riding you mercilessly now.

“Come for me,” she ordered. “Fill your school president up like the obedient loser you are.”

Your vision blurred as you spilled inside her. Her pussy milked every drop.

She bit your lip when you sagged backward, panting.

Winter grinned, satisfied. “Not bad,” she whispered. “Maybe I’ll keep you for extra lessons.”

You were still twitching, your cum leaking down your shaft and dripping onto the chair.

Winter stood up, pulled her skirt back down, and walked to the door like nothing happened.

“Oh,” she added, turning back. “Detention tomorrow. Same time.”

She winked.

“And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you keep my panties.”

THE NEXT DAY

Your legs couldn’t stop shaking under your desk all day.

Every time you blinked, you saw it again—her skirt riding up, her panties in your lap, her voice whispering filth in your ear while she ground herself on your cock like she owned it.

Winter. Kim Minjeong. Your school’s untouchable student council president. And now—somehow—the girl who made you cum inside her in Classroom 2-C while the security guard nearly caught you both.

She didn’t text you. Didn’t look at you during class. Didn't even acknowledge your existence.

But as the final bell rang, and students started filing out, a note slid across your desk.

"President’s Office. 4:30 PM. Don’t be late."

Your heart nearly stopped.

By the time you stood in front of the council office door, your palms were sweaty. You knocked—once.

No answer.

You tried the handle. Unlocked.

The room was dim—sunlight low through the blinds, casting stripes across the wooden floors and bookshelves. There was only one person inside.

Her.

Winter sat behind the wide mahogany desk, blazer folded neatly off to the side, white shirt fitted tight to her body, first two buttons undone. Her legs were crossed, black heels tapping the edge of the carpet.

She didn’t look up.

“Took you long enough.”

You stepped in. Quiet. Nervous. Hard already.

She flipped a page in the file she was reading. "Close the door.”

You obeyed. The click of the lock sounded way louder than it should’ve.

Winter finally looked up.

Eyes sharp. Hungry.

“You remember what I told you yesterday?” she asked.

“Y-yeah.”

“Repeat it.”

Your voice trembled. “You said… detention. Same time. Same place.”

She smirked faintly. “You remember everything I say so well. Guess that loser brain does work when you’re thinking about the right things.”

She stood. Walked over slowly, hips swaying.

Then she sat on the edge of the desk in front of you, legs open just enough to tease. You looked down—no panties again.

She was completely bare under that tight school skirt.

Your breath caught.

Winter tilted her head. “Well? Are you just going to stare?”

You dropped to your knees.

“Good boy.”

You leaned in, but her heel pressed to your chest, stopping you.

“Not yet,” she said. “Tell me what you thought about last night.”

You swallowed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. About how tight you felt. How wet. How—fuck—I came so deep inside you—”

“Mhm,” she said, pleased. “I thought about it too.”

Her heel lowered.

“You begged so nicely with my panties in your lap.”

Then she leaned back again, this time reaching down and parting herself with two fingers.

"Now come worship properly."

Your tongue was already out before she finished speaking.

Winter moaned softly as your lips found her again. Her pussy was already dripping, soaking your chin as you licked up and down her folds, slow, obedient, desperate.

She tugged your hair and pulled you in deeper, grinding her hips to your mouth. “God, you eat pussy like it’s the only thing you’re good for. Maybe it is.”

You didn’t argue. You couldn't. Her taste filled your senses and her grip kept you locked in.

“Use your tongue right,” she hissed. “Circle my clit—slower—don’t stop until I say.”

You obeyed every word.

Then—

She stopped you.

“Sit down,” she said, pointing to the chair in front of the desk. “Strip.”

You did. Shirt off. Pants gone. Cock standing proud and throbbing.

Winter walked over, heels clicking, and straddled your lap—but didn’t let you in.

Not yet.

Instead, she pulled something from the desk drawer.

Your jaw dropped.

It was the same pink pair of panties from yesterday.

She ran them over your chest, then down to your shaft, wrapping them around the base like a makeshift cock ring and tying a knot.

“There,” she said, satisfied. “You don’t get to come until I untie you.”

You whimpered.

Winter leaned down, her voice in your ear.

“You're going to sit there and take it like a good little loser while I ride your cock until I cum—over and over.”

Then she guided herself down—slowly, torturously—until your entire shaft was inside her again.

You almost exploded on the spot.

But the tight knot at the base kept it from happening.

She used you.

Rode you hard, bouncing in rhythm with her breathless moans, her nails digging into your shoulders as you clenched your fists, panting through gritted teeth, desperate to finish.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “Not until I’ve milked every drop you’ve got stored in there.”

She fucked you with practiced rhythm. Hips snapping. Wet, obscene sounds filling the council office as her thighs slapped against yours. Your cock throbbed painfully, restrained, held back by the knot of her panties.

Then suddenly—knock knock.

You both froze.

Winter immediately slammed her hand over your mouth. Her hips didn't stop.

"President?" a voice called from behind the door. "It's Mr. Park—building check. Are you still inside?"

Your cock twitched inside her.

Winter leaned close, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re hard in your president while someone’s talking to us through the door,” she whispered. “You’re such a fucking pervert.”

You moaned behind her hand.

She answered, voice perfect, calm.

“Yes, Mr. Park. Still finalizing the reports. I’ll be done shortly.”

“Oh, alright then. Just locking up soon.”

You both waited. Silence.

Footsteps faded.

Winter looked back at you.

Then untied the knot.

“You may come,” she whispered, tightening her walls around you. “Now.”

Your whole body snapped.

You exploded inside her, load after load, thick, twitching ropes spilling deep in her pussy as you cried out into her palm.

She moaned softly, grinding down to take every last drop.

When you finally stopped shaking, she leaned back and smiled.

Your cum dripped out between her thighs as she stood, slowly putting her blazer back on.

She walked around the desk, sat back in her chair, crossed her legs.

“Clean yourself up,” she said without looking.

You grabbed tissues. Wiped your cock. Pulled your pants on.

“Same time tomorrow,” she said, eyes still on her laptop. “I expect you to knock this time. And bring me something sweet.”

You blinked. “Like… candy?”

She looked up, smirking.

“No. Your mouth.”

[hhoneylemon]

‘cause i lo-lo-love the chase

summary: you finally kiss your best friend after burgers and slushies. he’s ecstatic. 2k words.

inspired by this song and post

mark is sick to his stomach.

he feels like a pervert. every time you hang out, he’s watching you. he watches the way your face lights up as you laugh, how you apply lip balm every now and then, the face you make when you focus on the show playing on the tv.

his crush on you is embarrassing. could he even call it a crush at this point? he’d throw himself in front of a car for you. you probably wouldn’t even feel special if he said that, he’d do that for any civilian to make sure they were safe. feelings suck.

is it enough that he waits when each seance dog episode comes out so he can watch it with you when you’re free? he stays off of social media until then, opting for going flying, studying extra, watching random shows he’s never heard of. the gritting feeling of want and anticipation are almost unbearable. note the word almost; the way you ask him to explain something to you, listening to his dorky ramble, the way you sit side-to-side with him on the couch while watching, the way you give truthful opinions about the episode you’d just watched with him. you make it all worth it.

he loves you. he realized he did a long time ago, then decided to hold that in him and ‘wait for the right time.’ he regrets that sentiment when he watches you go out with other guys, a harsh grip squeezing his heart just to throw it to the ground and stepping on it repeatedly.

at least the relationships never lasted. at least he was always there to pick you back up with a hug and the offer to watch a terrible movie to get over it. it’s never failed to work.

now, mark sits on your bedroom floor as he scribbles down the answers to your current homework assignment. you sit on your bed, hands thrown up as you complain about one of your teachers. he’s only half listening, trying to focus on the work to complete it.

“and she lost the paper, but somehow it’s my fault? now i’m knocked down a whole letter grade because she isn’t good at her job. i literally have a witness who saw me turn it in.”

mark nods in response, finishing his paper. he leans his head back onto your mattress, looking up at you. he offers a dopey grin. you offer a small smile in exchange before sliding off the bed and sitting beside him on the floor.

“sounds shitty. i hope you can do make up work to bring it up.”

“yeah.”

you murmur in response, grunting in annoyance. mark takes a moment to soak your image into his memory. the setting sun is casting a golden glow onto your skin, illuminating and shadowing the right parts of your face. he finds his mouth has gone dry.

“it’s almost dinnertime. you might wanna get home to your mom, mark.”

you twist to face him better, a kind warmth appearing on your face. he nods, almost disappointed. he grabs his school bag, standing with a little grunt of effort. you stand and follow him to your window, unlocking it for him as he slips into the straps of his bag. he smiles at you with a sickening sweetness.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

you nod as he climbs out, watching him with quiet fondness. the way the soft breeze ruffles his hair has you in a chokehold, the puppy-like look on his face as he debates leaving or staying longer in his mind. he hovers off of your room, feet kicked behind his thighs as he looks at you.

“yeah. burger mart, right?”

he grins, nodding. the way his eyes crinkle at the corners has your heart beating a little faster. 

“yep, sounds good. bye!”

mark takes off into the sky. you watch him until you’ve lost sight of him. that’s when you close and lock your window, sitting on your bed and pulling out your phone while waiting until you hear your mom calling you to come eat dinner.

( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

mark hates his life.

he kept you waiting! he got sidetracked stopping a bank shooting as invincible. he was twenty minutes late as he jogged into burger mart, scanning the tables to try and find you.

you sat alone in a booth in the far corner, sipping on a slushy. he slides into the seat across from you, offering an apologetic look.

“sorry, i was superhero-ing.”

“all good.”

you grin, biting at your bottom lip. a few chuckles escape you as you point at him.

“your, uh, shirt is backwards.”

mark looks down. the pattern of his tee was missing, not to mention the tag sticking out of his collar. he sighs, ears turning red in embarrassment. he then struggles with sliding his arms into his sleeves and turning the shirt around, fixing it. you smile in amusement the whole time, holding back a laugh. he was cute. and a loser.

“ugh. whatever. what do you want to eat, i’ll pay for it.”

your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head.

“you don’t have to, it’s okay.”

you begin standing, only for him to hold up a hand. he rises to his feet and shimmies out of the booth, already pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind, really.”

you nibble on your bottom lip, but give in anyways. you tell mark your usual order and he walks to the counter to order. he comes back in a few minutes, an exasperated look on his face.

“i’m so glad i don’t work here anymore. the cashier looked like her life was sucked outta her. i know the feeling.”

you laugh in response, relaxing into the booth. you forgot what it was like to hang out with mark.  it was like a warm hug; comforting and safe, you could tell him anything and he would only mildly judge you, then he would offer terrible advice after.

one of the employees beings over a paper bag that contained your food. the two of you spend a long time chatting in the booth, long after you finish eating. mark only ushers you out after he noticed his old manager had clocked in.

“i wasn’t done my slushy.”

you complain, walking beside him down the street. he offers an apologetic smile.

“we can get one from somewhere else. there’s a 7/11 a few blocks down?”

“sounds good.”

he nods, the two of you falling back into a comfortable silence. you travel downtown, finding the 24 hour store that hides with a few unused buildings. a nail salon sits beside it, currently closed after a villain was thrown through one of the walls. across the street is a parking garage, presumably for the places people work at down the block.

mark grabs your wrist, pulling you into the 7/11 with a laugh.

“what’s so interesting about the parking garage? you scared tether tyrant is hiding in there?”

you playfully roll your eyes, following him to the slushy machine. the blue raspberry is out of order, as always. the revelation makes mark groan and clutch his forehead, as if his two other favorite flavors aren’t in stock.

you grab a medium cup and reach for your favorite flavor, causing his nose to shrivel.

“be adventurous. get the root beer, it’s so good. trust.”

“i will not trust, mark.”

you laugh at him, filling the cup halfway. just to make him smile, you fill the other half with root beer. you get the desired outcome, mark’s face housing a gentle smile as he reaches for his own cup to fill.

when you got to the cashier, he cheated. he murmured something about tether tyrant in the parking garage—of course you looked outside, nervous, as though a superhero wasn’t standing right beside you. you looked back to berate him for tricking you, just to see he’s already paid.

he walks you outside with a grin, sipping from his slushy. you reach over and nudge his shoulder with your own, rolling your eyes. 

“you’re insufferably a gentleman.”

he raises an eyebrow, a his grin turning teasing.

“such big words coming from you.”

you groan and massage your temples with your free hand. he’s such a dork.

the two of you lean against the wall of the 7/11, making small talk as you sip from your slushies. he had gotten mountain dew and cherry, his other two favorites. they stained his tongue a weird shade when he sticks it out at you after you poke fun of him. you smile weakly in turn.

maybe this would be your end. the sunset illuminating his features, him animatedly talking about who knows what, smelling like citrus and mint and something so incredibly mark.

you nervously fiddle with the pockets of your pants as you walk to the nearby trashcan. you throw your cup away before mark’s right at your side, throwing his away as well. his mouth is still moving, though you’ve long lost what he’s been saying. the two of you walk into the parking lot while he continues talking, and them he smiles.

oh, it’s devastating. your heart stutters in your chest. your brain stops working. you do something stupid.

your hands find his cheeks. his eyes widen and his mouth finally stops moving, his cheeks turning pink. you pull him close and your lips meet.

it’s slow, soft. his lips are cold from the slushy. he tastes like mountain dew and cherries. you feel him move, so you open your eyes and part your guys’ lips. mark’s eyes open in confusion, only to widen when you begin laughing.

“oh, mark.”

he’s confused. but, oh, are you shorter than usual? he looks closer and—he’s not even on the ground. his entire face flushes as he touches back down, hands gently resting on your hips.

“god, that’s embarrassing.”

“do i kiss that good? you gonna fly away if i do it again, fly boy?”

he averts his gaze for a moment, shutting his eyes. he can’t believe you’re bullying him over this—

“do it again?”

his eyes fly open and he turns to look at you. your own eyes widen in response, a tad of uncertainty appearing in your eyes and creeping around in your brain.

“shit, sorry. i won’t do it again, sorry, i just—“

mark leans in, lips pressing softly to yours. he gently sighs against you, savoring the flavor of you. he loves root beer.

he pulls away when he needs air, eyes fluttering open to take in the sight of you. you’re beautiful. he smiles big, happiness radiating off of him in waves.

“i can walk you home now.”

“alright.”

you walk beside him, walking the few blocks to get back to your house. he walks you all the way up to tour door before stopping you, grabbing you by the wrist. he offers a gentle smile.

“hey. i hope this means something. like—i can take you out soon?”

a smile hints at your lips. you nod, arms wrapping around his neck.

“sounds good.”

mark leans in and kisses you for a third time that night. this time, his lips can’t help but form a smile. he can’t help if he lifts off the ground again, either. he also can’t help that he brought you up with him, slowly spinning the two of you together.

he drops back down, thumbs gently rubbing against the flesh of your hips. his forehead finds yours as he bites his bottom lip.

“same time on friday?”

you snort, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“sure thing, fly boy.”

masterlist

[celuere]

lockjaw

pairing: sub!arlecchino x fem!reader

context: when your husband comes home drained of her energy and completely exhausted, you decide to return the favor and give her a nice… treat…

cw: needy arlecchino, faceriding, teasing, overstimulation, there is only one hing that can make the knave scream and it‘s her wife‘s mouth, will be using wife and husband on arle in this one because i see her not minding what of the two you‘ll use on her, she lowkey loosed it idk man

word count: 2.5k

art creds: lilly of the valley

on a rather rainy saturday you were sat comfortably underneath the warmth of your covers, dragging a red pencil over the children’s recent homework. with the clock chiming in for 11pm, the other side of your bed was still suspiciously empty. 

weird. usually she should be home by now… perhaps she is staying in her office at zapolyarny palace tonight due to the heavy downpour, which would be inconvenient. the two of you still had to plan the upcoming vacation for the hearth, a break with the children has been long overdue. you were thinking of visiting inazumas‘s watatsumi island, the cultural aspect and stunning scenery of the inazuman region always appealed you, but given your husband‘s status and the latest events between the last fatui harbinger and the shogun… maybe chenyu vale would also be a lovely destination.

your head jerked up as you were pulled out of your train of thoughts by the sound of a heavy door being shut, followed by some faint fontainian cursing echoing through the halls.

seems like your husband did make it home through the awful weather. you did not bother leaving the comfort of your bed as you already heard the soft thuds of her feet dragging her up the stairs while your gaze was still fixed on the mathematical equation before you.

eventually you‘ll have to give the kids another lesson about addition and multiplication. the old metal hinges of the door creaked softly in response to your husband pushing her way inside. 

„i‘ll get them oiled tomorrow.“, she‘d say almost every time, only to end up forgetting it in the midst of her harbinger work.

but not today.

today you were simply just greeted with a soft, almost inaudible „good evening, love.“. the lack of her usual deeper, serious tone caused you to lift your eyes up from the papers you were currently holding and… dear archons.

„what on earth happened with you?“

„don‘t mention it.“, with her hair dripping wet from getting caught in the weather, down to her… dirty and crinkled clothes… your husband looked like she‘s seen hell. you could swear she looked around five years younger when she left the house this morning. even her hair looked like a mess.

you watched your spouse slowly starting to shed out of her clothed, starting by unbuttoning her silken blazer, you could audibly hear her taking a very deep inhale through her nose, „i wanted to be home two hours ago, if it were not for the glorious ideas of our children.“, by now you could see they’ll steam slowly emitting from her wet strands, gotta put that curse to use somehow.

„what kind of idea required you to come home looking like… a dirty cat...?“, you put the homework aside to focus your attention fully on her as her hands fumbled with the buckle of her belt. what a sight.

„they thought it to be a clever… almost glorious idea to play hide and seek in the forest nearby the town. only to come back with not one but two of their siblings missing.“, your eyes widened as she explained the recent events to you, but just as you wanted to speak up, arlecchino raised her hand and continued talking, „i naturally… reprimanded them and walked with them back to their… playground where i spent the last two hours looking for the rest of these buffoons. with my footwear. in muddy terrain. [name], they will spend the rest of the month helping around in the house. no missions. strict bedtime. the garden is long overdue for a change anyway. and we‘re not getting them the two dogs they have been begging for.“, she clicked her tongue in frustration as she failed to open up the belt before simply giving up and letting her head sag along with her shoulders.

it has been a while since you saw her so fed up. 

„honey… calm down now…“, sighing, you pushed back the blanket that was covering your lower half and rose up from the mattress. crimson eyes fixating your face as you came to a stop before her and slowly started to open up her belt.

„the children learned their lesson… sure, that idea was indeed not of high intelligence but they‘re kids at the end of the day. nobody got hurt and they‘re all safely tucked away in the security of our house now… and that is all what matters.“, your hands slowly pulled the leather away from her pants and placed it neatly over the chair in front of your make-up desk.

„i am very well aware of that, it‘s just… archons above, they scared the living daylights out of me…“, a sigh so deep and heavy left her throat that it had you staring up her for a good few moments, finally taking a closer look at her beautiful face which was laced with exhaustion.

„i can understand that more than well enough… but getting yourself worked up all over again will do you no good, darling. was the rest of your day at least better?“, you hooked your fingers underneath the hem of her pants to tug them down for her.

„don‘t. get me started. not now. not when i‘m with my wife…“, her black hand reached up to tug some of your lost strands back behind your ear.

and something clicked inside your head.

it has been a while since she was on the receiving end. actually… it has been months since then. and seeing how… exhausted she was right now as she got changed into her sleepwear…

before you could stop yourself, your hand grabbed after her wrist just as she wanted to put on her pants. your husband raised a questioning eyebrow at your move.

„something the matter?“

„get on the bed. please… i have just the right idea to relieve you.“, tugging her now gently towards the bed by her wrist… arlecchino did not protest. at all. maybe she was clueless. or maybe she was just too exhausted to care.

she wordlessly watched you crawl onto bed and lay down flat on your back before she sighed, „ma cherie… i would love to take care of my wife, but i really am not in the mood to buckle up one of our various toys today.“

she gave you one of her rare apologetic smiles as she wanted to proceed with putting her pyjama pants on.

„peruere.“

the usage of her real name caused her to look back at you in slight bewilderment. that name was reserved for serious, intimate situations after all. whenever you wanted her to either listen to you or when she had you gripping and moaning into the sheets until your voice grew hoarse and your knuckles white.

„sit. and i don‘t mean in front of or besides me.“, your face showed not a single sign of amusement nor sarcasm as you gestured with one of your manicured nails to your head. you could see her visibly gulp at the realization of what you were implying.

„i… ma chérie, tu ne peux pas t'attendre à ce que je…“

„my darling, you can‘t possibly expect me to…“

„i am. now sit. please… you‘d do the same for me, i‘m certain…“, that seemed to do the trick for her because just mere moments later her pants found themselves discarded on her side of the bed and she making her way up to your face, even if she was hesitant at first.

„don‘t be shy now… come here, gorgeous…“, you allowed yourself to grab onto her hips to speed up this torturously slow process, the mattress sinking down further beneath her weight. she lets a soft gasp out at your grip before you were met with a wonderfully sweet view on the small wet spot that formed on your wife‘s plain red panties.

„excited, are we, hm…?“, you could not keep that teasing grin off of lips even if your life depended on it. seeing the usually composed and dominant woman struggling to maintain eye contact with you was too adorable to not bathe in her embarrassment.

„quit that attitude or i‘ll-“, a sharp inhale followed as you interrupted her by pressing a soft kiss right onto the wet stain on her clothed pussy before you invited yourself to pull the fabric aside.

„i barely touched you and you‘re almost dripping over my mouth… who would think the knave is so easy to rile up…“, your mouth almost started to water at the sight of her slick folds, waiting to be licked clean by none other than you.

„a-are-“, she had to clear her throat, „are you done with torturing me- Oh-!“, a strong hand found its way almost immediately into your hair the moment you pressed her down on your mouth, your tongue gliding up her cunt, gathering her arousal before you almost eagerly swallowed. this woman tasted so unbelievably good and she had no idea. not a single clue of how every small gulp of her fluids snapped the restraints of your self control one by one. sharp nails scratched along your scalp as you finally paid her almost aching clit some attention by sucking her into your mouth, nibbling on the sensitive bundle of nerves and believe it or not. it did not take long until her hips started moving against your face. 

arlecchino peruere tried her utmost to keep her voice down, to not let you know how badly she enjoyed her wife eating the living the daylights out of her pussy, but she gave it all away by how she almost desperately humped your face. one hand keeping your head in place as the other had an almost deadly grip onto the wooden headboard. she did not know how badly she needed this, to just hand over the leash every once in a while. 

and as expected. it did not long for your husbands first high of the evening to hit her like an aquabus. thighs quivering around your head. her juices running down both sides of your face as she rode out her orgasm on your face, but even then she barely made any sounds besides the occasional gasp and „shit“ being muttered underneath her hot breath. 

much to your dismay.

that is why you kept her pressed down. kept her wet pussy right on your mouth as you pressed your tongue flat against her before you let movements of her own hips do the rest as her arousal ran down your throat. 

„fuck…yes…“, the humping slowly turned into a more rocking motion, dragging her whole cunt over your messed up face. you ignored how soaked your own panties were by now. or how you were clenching around nothing. all of that did not matter when the first soft moan slipped past her lips as her second orgasm came crashing down on her way sooner than expected. she was trembling by now. you could even feel the hand gripping your hair shivering slightly and she has the ridiculous idea to try and get off your face. we couldn‘t have that. right?

„you are not going anywhere…“, bringing her dripping pussy back down on your face by her thighs, you knew exactly what do with your tongue this time. 

„ah-!!! hold on-! th-that is not- hah-!!“, a moan from the depths of her throat so guttural bounced off the walls, it sent a fucking shiver down your spine. slipping your tongue inside her obviously seemed like the perfect choice. 

she was so incredibly sensitive, every little move of yours seemed to sent her jolting against you. and she was whining. whining and whimpering, begging for a short break, to just let her breathe for a second when you continued to tonguefuck her, your nose nuzzled against her swollen clit, your whole face was covered in sweat and other bodily fluids by now from her earlier faceriding. 

so celestia help this tortured soul when the wooden headboard seemed to slowly start cracking underneath her literal deathgrip. she could not handle her wife. she couldn‘t handle the overwhelming pleasure sending bolts of ecstasy through her body and she certainly couldn‘t handle the third orgasm you shoved down her throat. you could barely see anything down there other than few black and neatly trimmed pubes, but you were drowning in her.

and did she really think it would stop here?

„b-break- l-love please… i-“, was the knave sobbing right now? sobbing over getting her literal soul sucked out of her pussy? you will never let her live this down. ever.

but in the back of your mind you already knew she will pay you back. tenfold. but that was a problem to worry about for another day. the only thing that mattered now was getting her through a fourth orgasm now. 

clearly, you weren‘t nearly as skilled as her when it came to mouthwork, but you memorized quite a lot from your past experiences with her. for example how to nicely curl up your tongue in an enjoyable manner for her and you didn‘t know if hated or loved it by the way her moan rung in your ears.

pathetic, was she not?

amidst the fog of her taste covering your mind, you could not help but moan into her warmth, pressing your legs together to somehow soothe the almost hurting emptiness between them. it has been a while since you were this down. you are sure that there must have formed a stain on the sheets underneath you already.

and you did not even notice when the juices from her fourth climax dripped into your mouth. you were so fixed, so obsessed with savoring every single drop of her arousal as the poor woman above you tried calming down from the raw energy clouding her mind, lungs burning along with every single one of her poor muscles. her thighs were practically numb by now.

but neither of you noticed the smell of burnt wood filling the room until you finally opened your eyes to look up at your poor husband.

only to see the headboard she was holding onto for dear life simmering and smoking underneath her hand, with a small flame slowly starting to form right underneath, her arm completely drowned in a bloody red.

„m-mh-!!!!“, now slapping her thighs and trying to catch her attention, you were the one getting nervous now.

„hm…? what is it now…?“, she groaned as she slowly lifted her head up- and groaned even more at sight of the destroyed headboard.

„archons above, not again.“, she ran a hand over her sweaty face before snapping her fingers and getting off of your face. the fire simply seized from existence.

with a soft tint of pink decorating her face she looked down at you, crimson eyes screaming anything but soft, „just to be… clear… this never happened.“

„you were a bit too loud for that to be true-“, another snap echoed from somewhere far away, rendering you silent. you just stuck out your tongue to her.

but it was worth it when you watched her try to get out of bed the next morning without looking an old grandma.

[nanenna]

The Best Laid Plans

Sleepy King Master Post (for my contributions anyway)

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“I’m driving,” Jazz announced, snatching the keys from her dad as they all walked to where the GAV was parked on the city hall’s lawn.

“Young lady,” Mom started to scold.

“I only have a limited amount of time to drive with supervision before I’m off to college and driving all by myself.” Jazz gave her parents the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster.

“And I am more than happy to be that supervision,” Vlad said as he reached for the front passenger seat.

Danny quickly jumped into the back seat, as far away from Vlad as he could get. Jazz adjusted the seat and mirrors while she waited for her parents to get in. Then she looked Danny in the eye through the rear view mirror, “The engine doesn’t start until every last person is buckled in.”

“C’mon, Jazz! Even if your grandma driving somehow got us into a car accident we both know I’d be fine.”

“I’m not repeating myself.”

Danny grumbled as he buckled himself in, Jazz kept her smirk to a minimum as she started the car. While she drove them to Vlad’s home she half listened to her parents explain the situation to him, the other half of her attention being spent watching the cars on the road around her swerve and nearly crash around her. She pulled up to a red light next to another car, the passenger staring up at her dumbfounded. Jazz smiled and waved.

“So you’re telling me Daniel is now the Ghost King,” Vlad asked as they pulled up to his mansion.

“That’s what it looks like,” Dad agreed boisterously. “Right now it seems like a meaningless title, but we’re worried about him getting randomly summoned by those darn occultists!”

“A bunch of fanatics with ludicrous ideas,” Mom said with a sniff. “I’d hate to think what they’d try to do to Danny if it ever happens again.”

There was a pause as they all got out of the GAV, then walked into Vlad’s mansion together.

“That doesn't explain why you're here. Shouldn't you be in school, young lady?”

“Apparently it's school policy to send siblings home in these kinds of situations.” And Jazz was so thankful for that!

“And Danielle?”

“She doesn’t go to our school, now does she?”

Vlad nodded along before turning his attention fully on Mom. “I’m guessing you have a plan?”

“Of course,” Mom replied without another thought. “Since we’re pretty sure the title is attached to the crown, we’re going to destroy it and hope it destroys the Ghost King title.”

Vlad stopped in his tracks, “You’ll what?”

Dad patted Vlad on the shoulder consolingly, “I know, I’m sure Danny would be a good king too, but he’s adamant he doesn’t want to. And the risk of a bunch of wacko cultists kidnapping him is just too big.”

“It’s not like you want me to be king anyway,” Danny added with a smirk.

“Well… Little Badger, you’re so young!” Vlad blurted out.

“And it’s weird, you’ve had the crown for over a year now, but I’ve never seen you use it.”

Vlad sighed deeply, “I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t do anything.”

Danny just nodded, “So if it doesn’t work anyway isn’t it better if no one can?”

Vlad side eyed Danny before shrugging, “You do have a point. I shall go retrieve the crown, one moment.” He turned and left the sitting room he’d led them to.

The Fentons all sat down on various pieces of furniture. Their parents shared a couch, sitting as close together as possible, while Jazz and Danny each sat in a chair of their own. Danny sighed and slouched in his seat.

“Danny, have you let Sam and Tucker know what's going on yet?” Jazz asked. It seemed the easiest way to distract him while they waited.

“Yeah, kinda. I told them I was home safe and would explain everything after school.”

Jazz nodded, that seemed the safest.

“They promised to bring me my homework,” Danny added with a groan. “It's so unfair! I got kidnapped, shouldn't I get- oh shit!” Danny practically threw himself out of his chair.

“Language,” Mom chided.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” Danny whined as he picked himself up off the floor. Then he froze, eyes glaring at seemingly empty space. “How did you sneak up on me? You didn't activate my ghost sense at all.”

Danny waited, presumably a ghost they couldn't see was responding. Jazz had learned from the Youngblood incident, she quietly pulled out a collapsed boo-staff from her purse.

“You don't know who I am?”

…

“Well yes, but ghosts don't usually call me that.”

…

“How about you tell me your name first?” After another pause he burst into laughter. “Are you for real?”

“Danny, is it Youngblood?”

“Huh?” Danny looked to Jazz, then back to the open space. He gestured, “You can't see him?”

Jazz and their parents shook their heads.

Vlad came back into the room holding a cardboard box, knocking a thin layer of dust from the top. “Here it is!” He looked up and frowned. “Who are you, and why are you in my home?”

Everyone paused for the response.

“He didn't set off my ghost sense,” Danny added, he turned back to the empty space, “Are you even a ghost?”

A window burst, shattering into many flying shards under Batman’s combat boots. Jazz instinctively covered her face and shrieked. By the time she looked up the blond man in a trenchcoat from earlier was climbing through the shattered window while muttering to himself.

“Was that really necessary?!” Vlad yelled angrily.

The blond man pointed at Danny and said something, dazzling light flew from his finger to hit Danny, leaving him standing there braced for impact but looking fine.

Mom squawked, “What'd you do?!”

“Danno! Are you okay?” Dad rushed over to check Danny over.

“I think I'm okay?” Danny said shakily as he straightened up from his protective curl to look himself over.

There was a familiar burning crown floating over his head.

“Huh,” the blond man said, “that was supposed to reveal your true form.”

“Congrats, this is my true form,” Danny said with an eye roll.

“Danny, above your head,” Jazz said carefully. Unfortunately that got everyone's attention, far more than Wonder Woman slipping into the room.

Danny looked up, “What? Where?”

“No Danny, it's the crown,” Mom supplied, coming over to stand next to him while glaring at the heroes and their pet wizard. (That was unkind, Jazz shouldn't think such things.)

Dany reached up and felt around until he found the crown, then pulled it down to look at. “Okay, crown retrieved.”

“We may have a problem,” Vlad said as he pulled an identical crown from his cardboard box.

“What.” Danny looked back and forth between the crown in his hand and the one in Vlad's. “Why are there two?” Danny turned to the pet wizard, “What did you do?!”

“I didn't do anything, that was purely an identification spell, it can't duplicate things!”

“Well clearly you did something wrong,” Mom said while glaring at the pet wizard.

Jazz extended the boo-staff and came to stand slightly in front of Danny, these guys may have powers but Jazz had helped fight bigger, badder beings.

Vlad started to step backwards, back towards the hallway.

“Oh no you don’t!” Danny let go of his crown as he ran over to grab the crown Vlad was still holding, it quickly turned into a tug of war.

“Vladdie? What are you doing?” Dad asked in confusion.

“You don’t need two crowns, and since this one was already in my possession…”

“Absolutely not, you fruitloop!”

“Danny!” Mom and Dad both chided.

The Justice Leaguers had all gathered together and were just watching, seeming unsure what to do after all their silly dramatics.

Vlad glowered down at Danny’s hands on the crown, then his eyes widened. He switched to trying to grab Danny’s hand.

Danny looked down, his own eyes widened as he curled his hand into a fist. “Is that the Ring of Rage?! What the hell, that should still be on Pariah’s finger!” Danny looked at the pet wizard in horror, “What. Did. You. Do?!”

“Danny, Vlad, stop it both of you!” Mom moved over to the two and tried to separate them, Dad joined her and was doing his best to cajole them both into backing down. For her part Jazz kept her eyes on the intruders while the rest of her family and Vlad squabbled.

“Alright, that’s enough,” the pet wizard said grumpily before raising his voice. “Shut up!”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[5:09 pm]

(cw: f!reader, hurt dog, vague description of a snake bite)

tagged! @severeanxietyissues

There weren't very many days when the guys of Nu Chi Theta just relaxed however they wanted. No partying, no hosting people, just enjoying the warm sun and the fresh breeze. Fratboy!Taeyong sat back in a lawn chain in the front yard, feeling more relaxed than he had all week. He had all his assignments turned in, he was ahead on his homework, and his brothers were quiet. If he opened his eyes, he'd find a few of them in the yard with him or around the house, finding things to keep themselves busy and quiet. Johnny and Jaehyun were grilling for dinner out back, Jungwoo and Doyoung were inside baking some kind of dessert, and Taeyong really couldn't bring himself to care about anything beside food right now. This was his new version of paradise.

Paradise that was interrupted by someone shouting, hurried footsteps, and barking. He pried his eyes open just in time to catch a blur of brown and black fur and someone in an all blue outfit chasing after the blur. Right into the backyard.

The brothers sitting around him all sat up, looking confused, but only Taeyong sat up and decided to follow. He jogged right past Johnny and Jaehyun, who was standing frozen with tongs in his hand and staring right into the far corner of the yard. Where you and a dog were.

Taeyong approached slowly, listening to your soft coos as you kneeled to the right of the dog a few feet away with your head downcast as you spoke, "hey baby, hi. You're okay now. I'm not here to hurt you."

Your eyes snapped up to Taeyong, your voice still calm but firm, "he's scared, approach from the side and keep your eyes down."

Taeyong didn't argue and followed your instructions without question. It was quiet, save for the quiet panting and whining of the dog. Occasionally, the scared dog would growl or bare his teeth, but you weren't deterred. "What happened to him?" He asks you softly.

"I saw him limping around campus and his paw looks infected. I tried to approach him, but I scared him instead," you explain lowly.

Taeyong nods, "poor guy."

The two of you sit side by side for a while, calmly and quietly making small talk while you both give the dog time to relax and come to you. Taeyong learns that you're in your final year of an undergrad veterinary program and that you love animals. You tell him all about the pets you have at home and the animals you've helped save through your internship at a local clinic. He finds that the excited twinkle in your eyes when you talk about animals has his heart racing, just a little bit.

The dog inches forward slowly, sniffing around the two of you before he whines and lays his head in your lap, clearly tired from running and his stress. "Such a good boy," you coo, petting behind the dog's ears.

Taeyong holds his hand out for the dog to sniff and smiles when he feels the wet tongue on his skin. "Hey, I'm Taeyong by the way. This is my frat house," he introduces himself with a shy smile.

"Nice to meet you Taeyong," you smile as you shake his hand, "my friends call me Bug."

Carefully, you lift the dog into your arms and begin walking back toward the open gate. Taeyong stops beside Johnny and snags a few pieces of meat for the dog. The dog snaps it up happily, his tail wagging in your arms as you laugh and smooth a hand over his fur.

Taeyong takes a look at you and the dog, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of you smiling at the dog sweetly and the happy dog in your arms. His eyes catch on your shirt and his eyes widen in panic, "oh my god! Are you alright? Is the dog fine? Why is there blood?!"

"Huh?" You ask, looking down at yourself in confusion before your eyes crinkle up in a smile, "oh! Yeah, we're good!"

Johnny coughs, eyeing you warily, "do mind giving an explanation for the blood on your shirt, please?"

You giggle in what Taeyong can only assume is excitement, which he didn't think anyone would feel when talking about a bloodied piece of clothes. Your eyes are shining with elation, "I helped birth a set of twin calves earlier!"

Taeyong feels his heart soar. You love animals, you're pretty, you're kindhearted, and you have the cutest giggle he's ever heard? He might go out and buy a ring right now.

"Just uh, willy nilly?" Jaehyun asks as he feeds the dog some more of the meat.

"Oh no, silly!" You laugh again. Taeyong finds himself smiling unconsciously at the sound as you continue, "one of the vets at my clinic got called out to a farm for an emergency delivery and I tagged along. It was totally awesome!"

Johnny and Jaehyun's eyes dart over to Taeyong, looking at the look of pure wonder on the frat president's face as he looks at you. They both recognize the look well and smile at each other. Jaehyun's elbow knocks Taeyong's, "hey bro, aren't your fish having some kind of issues?"

You perk up as Taeyong panics, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find something to say. You speak first, "I can help! I've been helping the doctors at the clinic with their aquatic cases. Please?"

The dog in your arms pants happily and his tail wags even harder. Is it possible that this dog is rooting for the two of you too? Taeyong gulps but smiles, nodding jerkily, "feel free to come by whenever. I'd appreciate the help and your expertise."

You squeak happily, accepting the wet kisses on your cheek from the dog, "I'll be here tomorrow morning! Bye!"

You trot happily back out of the backyard with an obstructed wave as you leave. Taeyong stands breathless and staring at the same spot where you were just standing.

Johnny chuckles, plating the last of the food before he claps a hand on Taeyong's shoulder, "you know, I'm pretty sure I saw her climb that oak tree in the middle of campus to save a nest of baby birds. Then again, she was about 30 feet in the air and I was focused a little more on the firefighters swarming the trunk."

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his president's shoulders with a teasing smile, "I heard that she did a hike a few years ago and saved the professor from a rattlesnake bite. She used a huge stick to get the snake away and then carried the professor down the hill on her back. It was totally sick!"

Taeyong nods noncommittally as he gulps, "I think I just fell in love."

[vmlnrzmp4]

no one warned that fatherhood would be this cute.

bonten executives + hanma

sanzu haruchiyo

he was supposed to be resting after a bloody bonten business. he really shouldve. but how can he when himari sat on his stomach, mustering all the seriousness her little self could as she carefully peels off glittery stickers one by one and puts them onto his face. haru groans, "you done yet?" "no." she answers quickly, peeling off the biggest star sticker and applying it right on his forehead, "this one sparkle." he groans again. and you laugh, "don't move, you'll ruin her masterpiece." "great. you're in on this too."

haitani ran

ran laid on his stomach, while yua was standing on his back, walking back and fourth. "little to the left...yeah there," he instructs. after a long day of mafia meeting, ran was fully exhausted. and ofcourse, he asked yua for a massage: walking on his back, her weight was enough pressure, "mhm 10 out of 10. best service." "long day?" you ask as you enter the scene, sitting on the bed beside them as he simply hums. "papa agreed to get me icecream as payment!" "is that so?" you look at her, "are you gonna ask for more sugar from your next client?" "no! papa's my only client." ran peeks up with a smile, "heard that? exclusivity."

haitani rindou

rindou sat cross legged on the floor, looking out the window with rina beside him as they watched the raindrops race down the window. they didn't speak much, only betting on which drop they think would win. rina taps his thigh, pointing at the raindrop, "that one is fast." to which rindou simply hums, saying that the one beside is faster. you almost hated that you interrupted the quiet. but they deserve hot chocolate. you walk to them, placing the hot choco tray down. "thank you mama," both of them say in unison making you smile. just when you were about to get up, rindou holds your arm and rina tells you to stay. to watch as the raindrops race.

kokonoi hajime

he never thought he'd see his daughter crying over homework. math homework. tutors after tutors, classes after classes, practice after practice and yet, miyu clutched the pencil tightly in her fist out of frustration, her tears already falling on the worksheet. so he took matters in his own hands, "what's the trouble?" his heart breaks as she looks up at him all teary eyed. he wipes her face, telling her that he'll explain. and surprisingly, he did what no tutors could. he taught her maths. properly. "mama! look, i finished the worksheet!" she beams. you smile, checking the worksheet. "looks like we have to hire papa to teach you from now on." "i accept payment in hugs and kisses."

kakucho

he spend the rest of the day with hana, playing princess. he was sven(yes, the reindeer. girl dads don't get to choose their roles.) she was elsa. all this because when he came back home, he saw you cradling a crying hana. she had watched that episode of courage the cowardly dog. he picked her up, cuddling her close, telling her that the scary face is gone. it's fake. the only real things are princesses. like the one he is holding now. halfway through frozen 2, she fell asleep in his lap. he kissed her forehead. "you're the best papa, sven," you tease. "don't." you chuckle as you sit next to him, noticing how calmly hana is sleeping in her papa's arms. "what do you think she's dreaming about?" you ask. "princesses maybe." "or maybe you as sven—"

hanma shuji

shuji was tossing rui into the air, catching her midway like she weighed nothing(and honestly, she barely did. to him atleast.) but to your mother instincts—your heart would drop everytime she left his hold. "papa again!!" she squealed, laughing nonstop. "you got it, gremlin." he says, tossing her in the air, grabbing her, spinning her around and all. you sat there, watching your two favourite chaos. "shuji," you called softly, "careful." "don't worry babe, i got this." after a while, he plopped down on the couch with rui still in his arms as he kissed her all over her face, making her giggle uncontrollablly. "you're gonna make her dizzy..." and he only smirks at you, "you next."

[storiesofsvu]

Bump in the Night

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, some anxiety/fear, aaron to the rescue type vibes, nothing serious, just a creeper. This was supposed to be a drabble... I do not know what happened...

While you weren’t actually part of the BAU, you were best friends with Penelope which meant that any girls night’s, baking tutorials, birthday, Christmas or Halloween celebrations, you were invited. Over all of those events you’d become a friend of everyone on the team, a happy face for them to see after a long week or more away. You regularly helped Penelope get things set up for them or were the one out running errands or picking up treats while she was finishing work. It was as if the two of you were their own personal slice of sunshine, which was exactly why Hotch always felt a blooming of warmth in his chest whenever Garcia mentioned you’d be in attendance or he’d round the corner and lay eyes on you.

The two of you clicked, he surprised himself, already coming out of his shell on the first night you’d met, something he usually reserved until he’d had time to fully profile someone and make sure their intentions were good. Instead you had him laughing by the end of the night, a sight that you definitely wanted to see again. There was a mild flirtation, but nothing that anyone else ever picked up on, and not one that ever moved past a little tease here or there, an offhand comment about how you were prettier than the girl eyeing Aaron up, or that the muscley firefighter really wasn’t your type. You were friends, which was all you really needed.

Friends morphed into good friends over the course of the year that you knew each other. First it was a run in at a coffee shop, Aaron halfway out the door in a rush to work, just enough time to flash you a warm smile and say hello before parting ways.

The second time he was pulling into a gas station, spotting you hanging up the nozzle a few pumps down before you got back into your car to peel away down the street.

The third was the produce section of the grocery store, you spotted him first, eyes darting through the items in his basket, nearly making him jump when you suddenly spoke from behind him once you’d figured out what he was making for dinner.

Number four was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon, Jack had insisted on going to the park with a few friends and Aaron ended up chaperoning. One of the kids spotted a friendly dog and when they raced of to pet it, he realized you were on the other end of the leash and made a comment that he didn’t know you had a dog. With a glittering laugh you explained you were dog sitting and the moment Jack realized you were a friend of his dad’s; Aaron was the one stuck dog sitting while you were being dragged around the playground.

The fifth was a late Friday evening, Jack was away for the weekend and Aaron had stopped to pick up a bottle of wine to have with his take out. While he stood staring at the bottles he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye but didn’t look up until he heard the familiar laugh as you snuck in front of him to grab your favourite. He asked if you had a hot date and you practically snorted, saying the only company you had that night was a pair of sweats and your couch. You then raised a playful eyebrow and teasingly asked if he’d been stalking you and his cheeks instantly tinged pink, nearly fumbling his words as he tried to explain he lived around the corner. Your hand on his elbow suddenly brought him back down to his senses and he was able to laugh it off when he clued in that you were completely joking, explaining you’d been wondering the same thing.

Upon the discovery that you were in adjacent neighbourhoods and that you worked from home, you exchanged phone numbers. On the off chance the jet was delayed, you could pick up Jack from school, stopping at the park for an hour until Aaron was home, maybe even get started on dinner and homework. If there was a last minute case and Jessica was still at work, you’d head over to be the in between buffer so Hotch could leave right away. He was insistent on you calling whenever you needed anything, he picked up your mail when you went on vacation, helped out with the leaky pipe in your laundry room and came in very handy when it came to changing the light bulbs you couldn’t even dream of reaching.

Currently, Jack was away at summer camp and Aaron was swindled into finally using up some of his vacation time. The first few days he’d deep cleaned the house from top to bottom, next it was a similar treatment for the yard. By the time he’d reached the second Tuesday he’d ran out of things to do until he ran into you at the corner store and you suggested seeing a movie considering neither of you had anything to do and the movie theatre air conditioning couldn’t be beat. With the heat on the rise, and a plethora of summer blockbusters you continued the new tradition each night that week. Most days you drove together, Aaron either picking you up or walking you home from his place depending on the weather.

Friday you’d been out with friends for a late lunch, had a handful of errands to run and were closer to the theatre than home, meeting him there. When he asked if you needed a ride you let out a small laugh, explaining that you’d driven, but thanked him anyway, the smile evident on your cheeks as he wordlessly insisted on walking you to your car at the very least.

Car windows down you had music going on the drive home, pulling into the driveway and enjoying the song for one more chorus before finally turning off the ignition and collecting your things. You made your way through the front door, relocking it behind you and tossing your keys down onto the small table in the entry way as you toed off your shoes.

You were making a beeline through the house to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when a couple of thumps from the other side of the wall caused you to jump, your heart leaping in your chest. You left the kitchen light off, tip toeing through the room and you realized you’d left the kitchen window ajar earlier to get some fresh air in. Letting out sigh of relief you pushed it down so it was only open an inch or two, though your eyes caught movement across the yard, a clattering that sounded like your garbage bins and your brow furrowed, wondering why the automatic security light hadn’t caught what you figured was a raccoon.

Padding across to the doorway you flicked the light switch a couple of times, normally if the light was activated already that did the trick, but this time the yard remained pitch black.

“For fuck’s sake.” You muttered, digging around in a cupboard until you found a spare bulb before unlocking the back door and stepping onto the porch. Reaching up you went to unscrew the bulb and let out another annoyed sigh that it was actually just loose, so you screwed it back in, shielding your eyes as it burst to life.

The screen door swung shut behind you as you stepped back inside and you noticed a small duffle bag on the edge of the porch that at first glance didn’t look that familiar, but you didn’t really think much of it. A few people on your street often leant things to one another and you had been waiting on a couple of gardening tools, but you weren’t about to look into it now. The hairs on the back of your neck were still standing up and you were ready to be back inside behind locked doors, especially as your motion stilled and the light flicked off once again.

As you crossed through the kitchen to finally pull open the fridge you heard yet another clatter from outside and your stomach dropped when the security light flicked back on. Fridge quickly shut you backed into it, up on your toes in an attempt to peer out the window, praying it was just an animal. There was a light scuffling right at the back porch and you were so thankful for having immediately locked the door.

You were even more thankful for the lock when your eyes finally caught the movement, a hand creeping up through the railing near the duffle bag and you couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips. At the sound, the hand froze and you immediately leapt forward, slamming the kitchen window all the way shut and you saw a shadowy figure dart through the outskirts of the yard, just out of reach of the light. Your heart thundering in your chest you were honestly surprised you were able to dig your phone out of your pocket and find Aaron’s contact.

“Hotchner.”

You felt a brief wave of relief wash over you at how quickly he answered, “I’m really wishing I’d taken you up on that ride now…”

“Why?” His voice immediately tensed, “what’s wrong?”

“There’s someone in my yard…” you let out a breath you’d been holding when the light outside flicked off, your shoulders starting to relax, “pretty sure he was there before I got home.” A crash echoed through the air and you jumped, your voice wavering when you spoke again “fuck he’s still here.”

“I’m already on my way, keep the doors locked, the lights off and stay away from the windows.”

“Yeah.” You muttered, heart racing as you heard his car start through the phone and he assured you he’d be right over before the phone line clicked.

Trying to keep your breath calm you kept your eyes trained on the window, backing into the pantry door so you were concealed by the fridge but could still see if the light went off again. It was only a matter of moments later you heard a car squealing to a halt out front, the door slamming shut followed by Aaron’s voice. You caught his shadow moving around the side of the house and the light in the backyard flicked back on when he announced himself, the gate booted open and you were just able to see someone launching themselves over the back fence into the alley before running off. All they needed was the threat of a federal agent and the assumption of a gun to peel off into the night.

You felt your breathing calming down as the sound of running got further and further away, finally dropping down into a chair at the kitchen table. Aaron, being Aaron, wasn’t satisfied with just running the perp off, doing a full sweep of both your front and back yards, checking the alleyway, under the porch and any nooks and crannies anything or person could possibly have been stashed. You heard him on the back step and glanced up to see him sifting though the duffle bag, a frown on his face, his lips pressed into a firm line. With a huff he scooped up the bag and sauntered across the yard, dropping it on the other side of the fence with the garbage before making his way back to the door. A brisk knock echoed through the kitchen followed by his voice,

“He’s gone, it’s just me, Aaron.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breath of a laugh, as if you hadn’t had your eyes on him the entire time, making sure everything was okay. Crossing the room you finally turned the kitchen light on, unlocking the door and letting it swing open.

“Hey.” You smiled softly, “thanks.”

“Of course.” His lips formed a tight smile as he stepped into the house, locking the door behind himself, “just to be safe I want to do a sweep inside, stay put.” His hand squeezed at your elbow as he moved past you and you were left awkwardly standing in your own kitchen until he returned.

“No psycho killers?” You asked, a shaky laugh in your throat.

“All empty.” He nodded, his features softening as he noticed the rapid rising and falling of your chest, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, sure.” You tried to wave him off but he took a step closer to you.

“Come here.” He crooked his hand and you surprised yourself with how quickly you closed the gap between the two of you, enveloping yourself in his arms. Aaron squeezed at you tightly, tucking you under his chin and just letting you breathe until he felt the tension begin to melt away from your body. “It’s alright. He’s gone and I highly doubt he’s coming back.” His lips brushed against the top of your hair as he spoke and something about it calmed you even further, finally pulling out of the embrace.

“What was in the bag?”

“Trophies.” He replied with a sigh and he only caught himself when your eyes widened. “No, no, not those kind of trophies.” His hand squeezed at your shoulder, “sorry. Keepsakes, prizes, expensive things that can be pawned or sold to the highest bidder. My guess is he was only here to get your valuables, you spooked him coming home and he just wanted the bag back, he probably hit a few houses on the block before here.”

“God he was on the porch.” You shivered, “probably right as I walked in.”

“And your instinct was to grab a light bulb?” Aaron’s lips twitched up in a teasing grin and your brow furrowed until you followed his gaze and realized you hadn’t let go of the object yet.

“No.” You huffed, “the backyard light wasn’t working, I went to change it but it just needed to be tightened.”

“You were out there?”

“Yeah.” You shivered again, this time heavier, “he was probably less than a foot away. God, that was stupid.”

“Agreed.” He frowned in your direction, “that happens again you call me right away, alright?”

“You think he loosened it?”

“Most likely. Easier to stay in the darkness, not alert the neighbours of anything weird. You’ve always said Mrs. Ferguson was a bit too nosy.” His lips flicked up into a grin again and you let out a small laugh, “he probably cased the neighbourhood, have you been keeping the same daily routine recently?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “movies with you. But we almost always go at the same time and tonight’s movie wasn’t any shorter or anything, so why would I have been home before he expected it?”

It was Aaron’s turn to fumble over his words, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink while he quickly ducked his gaze, letting out an awkward laugh before he glanced back up at you. “I guess now would be the proper time to admit that when I drive, I tend to take the scenic route…”

Your head titled in a curious and adorable way that didn’t help the burning in Hotch’s cheeks, “what? What’d you mean?”

God you were absolutely going to be the death of him and he knew it. This summer had finally brought something to the edge for Aaron and he’d been holding back, happy with the time he got to spend with you. The evening hangouts had began to start to feel more and more like dates with each one that went passed and he’d been hoping that you would start to think the same and be the one to break the tension. Instead, he found himself feeling flustered, standing in your kitchen at nearly midnight having to explain it to you.

“Don’t get me wrong, the movies are great, but there’s something about the way you light up afterwards that just makes me smile.” He started and you felt a fluttering begin in your stomach, one that finally wasn’t due to fear, “hearing you gush about things, delve so deep into characterization or the cinematography of it all, seeing you so passionate about it.. it just makes me happy. Honestly, it’s my favourite part of the day.”

“Oh…” you replied, the realization washing over you and for a moment Aaron was afraid you were about to step back, ask him to leave, but then you giggled and the smile broke out on your lips, “so you’re just a big ole’ softie?”

He shook his head, the smile bright on his cheeks, “I’ve grown to adore the time we spend together. I was planning on taking a detour tonight too, Pintango just launched a lavender honey flavour this week—”

“And you remembered that I couldn’t shut up about wanting to try it after the movie last week…” you felt your cheeks heat, “embarrassing on my part yet endearing on yours.”

“And lucky on life’s behalf that it didn’t happen, you’d be down a few heirlooms and pieces of technology.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” You wrapped you arms around yourself, “my adrenaline’s high enough lord knows I’m not gonna be able to sleep anytime soon.” With a sigh you glanced across at him, “don’t suppose you feel like sticking around for a bit? Keeping me company while I ramble on and on about useless facts?”

The sly smile on your cheeks nearly melted Aaron and he laughed softly, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

He followed you out to the couch, letting you get comfortable while you voted on a number of different movies before finally settling on one. A movie and a half later and you were relaxed into the crook of his arm, his hand just daring to softly play with your hair. You let out a long yawn, sinking even further into his side and he chuckled softly.

“You should get to bed, get some actual rest.”

“I’m still on edge. I don’t want to have to call you to come running for every bump in the night.”

This time Aaron did squeeze at your shoulder, shifting on the couch so you were forced to sit up straight and he could catch your gaze.

“I meant it when I said I wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until sunrise. That creep’s likely going to come back for his bag, that’s why I dumped it in the alley rather than bringing it inside. I don’t want you to be alone for that.”

“Mmm…” you hummed, a sleepy smile on your cheeks, “you’re sweet. Thank you.” Leaning in, your lips brushed against his cheek and Aaron felt his stomach do a flip flop. He squeezed at your hand, giving you a soft smile as you finally stood up off the couch. “Make yourself at home.”

“Sweet dreams.” He replied and you weren’t sure whether it was his words or the sleepiness that was making everything feel warm and fuzzy as you made your way to the bedroom.

It was a few hours later when you rolled over, only awake enough to shift your body into a more comfortable position until a thump outside had your eyes shooting open. It was very quickly followed up by the hissing of two cats and you let out a huff, rolling back onto your side.

Your bedroom door was left cracked open and there was a sliver of light and the tiniest hint of noise coming from the living room meaning Hotch was likely still awake. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for a hoodie to tug over your head before you padded out to the living room, finding your overnight company peering out the window blinds. At the sound of your footsteps he glanced back over to you, his body relaxing.

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” you waved him off with a small yawn, “couple a cats outside my window.” You covered a second yawn with your hand and Aaron barely moved from his spot, curious as to why you were up already. You glanced from him to the couch, a mug of coffee on the coffee table, and finally to the television. “Hey…” you started, picking at the sleeves of your hoodie, “I get you’re doing the whole protective thing—and I appreciate it! I really do…but uh.. there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.” You took a breath, the butterflies in your stomach fully awake and doing laps, “might as well come to bed.”

“Oh, well I was just going to wait until morning, head home to nap…” He started, unsure of what he even wanted to say. He was pretty sure you’d just woken up, and there was a pretty high change that your choice of words weren’t exactly what you intended, “but if you’re feeling okay, I could make up the couch?”

“Aaron.” You laughed, “the sun’ll be up in a couple of hours anyways, you need to sleep too.”

“I still want to make sure you’re safe, I’ll be alert out here.” He offered and you chuckled once again.

“And if he comes in through the bedroom window? No better place to protect me than right beside me.” You extended out your hand, “c’mon, humour me? Maybe I talk in my sleep and you’ll get to listen to more of those ramblings you seem to adore so much.”

It appeared the lack of adrenaline coursing through your veins and a couple hours of sleep made you not only fully comprehend what Aaron had admitted to earlier, but much more ballsy about acting on it. He laughed softly, feeling the heat creeping up the back of his neck and after glancing between you and the couch he knew that the latter was going to do a number on his back if he actually slept on it. So he flicked off the television, scooped up his phone and your hand slid into his like a glove so you could lead him to the bedroom.

You wordlessly climbed back into your bed, curling up on your side, letting out a soft sigh as you nuzzled into the pillows. Aaron watched you for a moment in the low light, a warmth blooming through his chest at just how at peace and comfortable you were with him around and he realized maybe there was something he liked even better than your ramblings.

“If you’re just gonna stand there and stare at me all night maybe I should kick you back to the couch.” You teased, your eyes cracking open and he let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head as he snuck under the blankets.

“This okay?” He asked, trying not to take up too much of your space.

“Yes.” You replied, a smile on your lips as your eyes fell shut again, “but I can’t be held responsible if we wake up cuddling.”

Aaron chuckled, relaxing into the pillow as his breathing finally began to slow, chest rising and falling at the same time yours did, lulling him into sleep quicker than he could have imagined.

*

The stream of light coming through the blinds and the chirping of a bird outside your window was what woke him up first, his eyes scrunching slightly before they finally opened. His lips curved up into a grin, as it certainly did seem like you wouldn’t be the one responsible for any cuddling. You’d barely moved from where you’d curled up the night before, just rolled over to face the window, yet Aaron found himself wrapped around your back, arm circled around your waist, his head barely on his own pillow.

He shifted slightly, attempting to stretch out the stiff parts of his body without moving entirely and waking you up. However his attempts proved futile as you let out a soft groan, eyes scrunching at the brightness of the room before you stretched out your legs and rolled over to face him, a sparkle already in your eyes.

“Morning.” You murmured.

“Morning.” He replied, smiling softly.

“So not only are you a softie, you’re a sleep cuddler… what other secrets are you hiding?” You asked with a tease and he laughed.

“Would you believe me if I said I crocheted in my downtime?”

“Not in a million years. You don’t have any downtime.” Laughing, you swatted at his chest before sitting up, fully stretching your body out with a soft groan.

“Guess that one was a little too obvious.” He replied with a chuckle, sitting up at the sound of his phone pinging. He swiped open the notification as you swung your legs out of bed, scrolling through a couple of things on your own phone as you padded toward the hallway.

“Work?” You asked, his footsteps following you down the hallway toward the kitchen, “or do you have time for coffee?”

“No.” He pocketed his phone, “but unfortunately, also no. I promised Garcia I’d help her install one of those cat wall climbing, enrichment, obstacle courses.”

“Cute.” You shot him a smile before scooping out the appropriate amount of coffee for yourself.

“But if you’re free tonight…” he stepped toward you as you turned back to face him, “maybe I could pick you up, we could go get some ice cream?” Somehow Aaron’s heart wasn’t thundering in his ears this time and the smile you looked up at him with really was about to make him melt.

“I’d like that.” You replied, the butterflies in your stomach calmed, spreading warmth through your entire body.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s a date.” Smiling, his hand reached out, smoothing back a piece of your hair before trailing down your cheek, “I’ll see you at seven.” His hand on your chin he tilted your head to the side, lips brushing against your cheek, lingering for just a moment before he stepped back. You couldn’t help but smile at the slight blush on his cheeks as he gathered his things and headed toward the front door.

“I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated his words, “and Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to call.”

“Oh believe me, I won’t.”

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[strawberrysohn]

"if you want forever (i bet you do)" | taste — jjk (pt 2)

series summary: your best friend (with benefits) has a new girlfriend...little does she know, you were and would always be there first.

what to expect for this part: fuckbuddy! jk, y/n is still a bad person (what are morals anyway), cheating, oral (m receiving), whiny! jk (!!!), again feel free to imagine 2018/2019 jungkook for this <3

also!! y/n is described to have dyed blonde hair & hair with strands that can be tugged on. just a heads up for readers with different hair textures :)

again no word count...a lot of words.

enjoy :)

"what do you see in her?"

jungkook shrugs. "she's pretty, nice," he thinks of all his favorite features of his girlfriend, siyeon. "she cares about me. she's really gentle too. she's just a good soul."

y/n nods, trying to seem interested while also trying not to yawn. "how nice," she speaks. she sits back further on the bed, his monitor screen more visible to her now.

she loved to watch him play video games. it was fun for him because he enjoyed his little games, and fun for her because she found all the little noises he made whenever he got shot endearing. the hushed whispers of 'shit', the hisses and groans...he got really into it. plus, telling him he could play was just a really subtle way to get him in the mood. and the more she distracted him with questions, the worse he would do in the game. and the worse he did, the more he'd rage quit. and then he was all hers.

"are you jealous of siyeon?" jungkook asks, smirking a little.

y/n can't hold in the laugh this time. "are you joking? absolutely not, try the opposite." she shakes her head as she flips through her magazine. "she's gotta be jealous of me. you saw, yesterday when i came up to you guys, right?"

it was quite funny, seeing the way siyeon clutched onto jungkook as soon as y/n walked up to him after class had ended. all she wanted was to ask a homework question (and maybe piss off siyeon a little...), and her very presence near jungkook had siyeon eyeing her up from head to toe and everywhere in between. it was, as y/n loved to say, pathetic.

"you're reading too much into that, y/n," jungkook chuckles at his friend. "she barely acknowledged you."

"she was clutching onto you like she was a dog and i had come to steal away her favorite chew toy."

"you're being dramatic."

"and you're being delusional." y/n retorts, sitting her magazine down.

jungkook groans as his character is eliminated. since he has time before next round, he turns around his swivel chair to face her. "maybe you're right," he says, causing y/n to perk up a little. "she does get a little...nervous whenever you come around. even when i bring you up. it's weird."

"yeah?" god, she liked where this was going. "how weird? tell me."

jungkook takes a moment to recall before he speaks again. "this morning, as i was leaving her place, i told her i was having you over. she got this really flushed look on her face...like i had really said something crazy. she asked what we were gonna be doing and i just shrugged because i didn't know yet. siyeon let out a really shaky breath...it was weird."

y/n listens intently, trying not to look as victorious as she felt right then. "oh wow," she says nonchalantly. "that is weird."

jungkook nods as he continues. "yeah, and then she asked if she could come with...like, she was willing to take off work to hang out with us."

y/n places a hand over her mouth in fake shock, but also to hide her growing smirk. she feared if she tried to say anything else, a laugh would come out instead, so she just sits and listens.

"i told her maybe next time, on a day when she's not working," jungkook explains. "maybe after class one day. would you be okay with that?"

y/n shrugs, feeling her eyes brimming with tears from holding in her laughter for this long. luckily, jungkook had turned back around to play his game again so he couldn’t see. "sure, why the hell not, right?"

"i'm glad you see it that way!" jungkook's smile is evident in his voice. "i can't wait...my two favorite ladies in one place!"

y/n can't help but roll her eyes at his enthusiasm for something that very well would not ever happen. she looks back on the past, when she was his only favorite girl, and she didn't have anybody trying to compete with her. it was less complicated but it was also way less fun.

she looks at the back of his head while he plays, seeing the soft fluffiness to his hair today. she watches as he leans over to grab his can of soda and take a drink. then, he's back to clicking away at his keyboard, his nimble fingers working hard to get him the win.

"jungkookie?"

"hmmmm?"

"do you see a future with siyeon?"

the question makes jungkook actually pause his game. he faces forward for a few more seconds before turning around again to look at y/n.

"a future..." he thinks, his top lip coming over his bottom lip as he concentrates. "well, sure."

"yeah? how long?" y/n was curious now, wondering if he'd actually thought about this or if he was just thinking off the top of his head right now because she asked.

"i don't know," jungkook hums in thought. "as long as we could make it work, i guess."

"and what about you and i during that time, hm? she watches as his expression changes. "what would we be doing?"

jungkook thinks about the best way to answer this question. he looks at y/n, his best friend, sat back against his headboard, looking gorgeous as ever. the way her tight baby pink top fit her gorgeously and her beautiful legs were on display. of course he had to notice the way she spread them, probably on purpose, as he stared. he blinked and met her eyes.

"i think we'd still be friends."

y/n stifles a laugh and nods. "okay," she could tell he was hesitant to answer realistically, but she let it slide. she tucks her legs up to change position, not ignoring the way his eyes followed her every move. she crawls over to him, slowly. "just friends...?" she sits right in front of him, looking at him as her legs dangle off the bed.

"y-yes," he replies. "we wouldn't be, um, you know..." jungkook trails off.

"we wouldn't be fucking anymore, huh?" y/n fake pouts at him. "good thing this is only hypothetical. we both know you can't resist me."

"y/n–"

"you know she doesn't understand you like i do, right?" she interrupts him and his mouth goes zip. "she doesn't. she couldn't possibly get you the way that i do. i mean, have you two even had sex?"

"we have," jungkook answers, quickly and swiftly enough for her to know it wasn't true. "what does it matter?"

y/n shakes her head and laughs. "god, jungkookie, this is honestly quite sad." she sighs, having way too much fun.

"what is?" he frowns, her laughing only making him more confused. he just wanted to play his game and spend time with his friend, what was so bad about that?

"you're dating some diner maid bitch who genuinely has nothing appealing about her, except maybe her body, and you haven't even fucked her yet? it's sad."

jungkook feels his face heat up. "don't talk about my girlfriend like that, please." he speaks, trying to sound stern.

"she's literally beyond boring, and she doesn't have anything in common with you," y/n continues, ignoring jungkook's plea. "there's no way she could ever begin to get you, really."

"y/n, i don't wanna get into this," jungkook shakes his head, standing up from his gaming chair and approaching her. "okay? i don't wanna talk about this with you. i get that you don't like siyeon but you don't have to be mean, okay?"

"i get you, jungkook," y/n looks up at him, rising to her feet. her hands find his biceps and she waits for his hands to find her waist like they always do. "you hear me? i get you."

jungkook's hands tentatively find her waist, like they always do, though this time his grip isn't as strong. he looks her in the eyes, his heart racing in his chest "i-i know you do, y/n."

"good boy," she smiles and reaches up to pet his hair, watching as his eyelids flutter at the feeling and the praise. his gaze lingers on her lips for a few seconds before he leans in slowly.

"n-need you so bad..." he whisper against her lips.

"i know."

their lips meet and the kiss is messy, yet passionate. jungkook's grip on her hips tightens to it's usual roughness as the kiss deepens.

jungkook pulls away at last, breathing hard, his eyes darkened. y/n meets his eyes with an innocent expression.

"jungkookie..." she hums his name in her usual sing-songy tone. "why don't you lay back on the bed and let me show you just how much i understand your needs, hm?"

his eyes widen in childlike wonder and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed and crawling upward so he was all the way against the headboard.

y/n smirks at his eagerness and crawls up with him, her eyes glowing with devious intent. "good boy, jungkookie...so good always." he gulps at her words, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "aw, baby...you're blushing." she coos at his reaction and he groans in embarrassment.

"whatever, just," jungkook blinks and looks away. "do something, please."

y/n smirks and hums, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. she hears him gasp, caught off guard by the sudden movement.

"w-wait, you're gonna...?" he looks at her hands on his waistband and the gleam in her eyes and lays his head back against the pillow. "shit, y/n, really? you know i can't hold back when you—"

"you talk too much, jungkookie," y/n pipes up, and his mouth goes zip. she smirks. she loved how quickly she could shut him up. she pulls his sweatpants down after he lifts his hips off the bed to help. jungkook hisses when the cool air hits his length, its tip already leaking for her.

y/n grabs his base, earning a small whine from him as he watches her actions. she begins to stroke his length, her manicured nails ever so often rubbing against him, making him shiver. "g-god, y/n, don't do that with the nails, okay?" he begs softly and she complies, only because she had more things in store.

"relax, jungkookie..." y/n smiles warmly at her friend, innocently even. she looks back down at his cock, rock hard and leaking. he looked so pathetic like this, it made her toes curl. "let me take care of you, baby, hm?"

"p-please..." he whispers under his breath, watching as she moves her face closer to where he needed her most.

she begins with just his tip, entering it in her mouth, sucking softly. he groans from above her on the bed..it was clear he could get off from any kind of pleasure right now.

then, she takes in half of him, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucks him off agonizingly slow.

"b-baby, please, your mouth is so good, but–ah need more..." he whines again, the sound pleasing y/n's ears.

finally, she gives in and takes all of him in her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat. jungkook lets out a guttural moan, throwing his head back against the pillow, his eyes screwing shut. "o-oh my god, y/n..."

she keeps a steady pace as she sucks his cock, gagging ever so often when his tip would hit her throat. her hands rest on his muscular thighs as she listens to his pathetic whining.

"y/n, y/n, shit, i–mmph!–fuck–hah–shit..." jungkook's a whining, moaning mess as he tries to resist the urge to buck his desperate hips up into her her perfect mouth. he knew she'd be okay with it, but now it was like a challenge for himself, to see if he could take it.

he watches the way every inch of his cock disappears into her mouth, then reappears again, only to disappear once more. he hears the way she gags ever so often, the idea that he was so big she had to gag on him really boosting his ego.

y/n swirls her tongue around his tip as she sucks, adding extra pleasure. his hands quickly find her hair, messing it up without meaning to as he tugs on the strands, her dark roots finally starting to show from under her bleach blonde hair. his tugging causes her to moan around his length which sends a vibration up his cock.

"fuck, y/n do that again," he tugs on her hair again and she moans around him, the same vibrations return. "oh, shit, i'm s' close...y/n, i-i'm g-gonna cum soon..." he whines, almost whimpers.

she hums around his length, eager to feel him cum down her throat. she deep throats him repeatedly, the gagging sound more constant, since she knew it drove him crazy.

"y/n, y/n, oh, fuck–" jungkook whimpers loudly as he releases down her throat, his eyes rolling back. "shit, baby, take it all..."

y/n swallows every drop, humming happily at the familiar taste on her tongue. she pulls off his cock with a 'pop' and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"you really want forever with a girl who won't even do that for you?"

jungkook meets her eyes and sighs, his chest still rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his release. "n-not right now..." he averts his eyes, realizing what had just happened. they couldn't keep doing this.

"relax, jungkook, i'm only teasing," y/n smiles as she crawls up to lay beside him, her head propped up by her elbow.

"oh...right," jungkook gulps and turns to face her. his cheeks were a light pink. "t-thanks...also..."

she smirks at his quietness. "you're welcome," she hums in response, her free hand toying with his hair. "you're using that conditioner i like, aren't you?" her fingers thread through the slight volume.

"yeah, siyeon likes when i have fluffier hair," jungkook replies absentmindedly. y/n's eye twitches. "i remembered you got this for me so...i bought a new bottle."

how nice, y/n thinks to herself. she continues to play with jungkook's hair, unintentionally (maybe) tugging on the strands a bit, noticing the way he whines softly.

then, there's a knock on the door.

jungkook looks up at y/n, who furrows her brows. he looks at the time and sits up slowly, fixing himself. "it's probably siyeon. try not to look so...vexing." he gestures at her awkwardly before heading out into the main room of his dorm.

y/n stifles a laugh at his clearly flustered state when he answers the door for siyeon, noticing the way his voice waivers a little. she hears a bit of their conversation.

"is she still here?"

"y/n? yeah, she's in my room."

"what did you do all day?"

"just hung out, played video games. why?"

y/n stifles a laugh at the way jungkook dances around the truth. he had gotten much better at lying over the years. she sighs, bored, and decides to make her presence known. she stands up, stretches and slides her shoes back on.

siyeon watches y/n's scandily-clad figure emerges from her boyfriend's bedroom.

"oh, hey, siyeon!" y/n greets with a smile. "wow, love that hat! really fun!" she notices the crocheted hat atop the woman's head, the yellow and orange combo making her insides hurt.

"thanks..." siyeon glances at y/n again before stepping closer to jungkook on instinct. "i had just gotten off of work, so i came over...i hope that's okay."

jungkook nods. "yeah, of course! the more the merrier, right, y/n?" he looks to his friend, who has a hand on her throat, a troubled expression on her face.

"sorry, you two, i'd love to stay and hang but my throat is suddenly killing me," y/n sends a small teasing glance at jungkook who looks away, clenching his jaw. "i better go back to mine and take something." she places a hand on jungkook's arm, bidding farewell, the touch lingering of course. she waves to siyeon who waves back, still clutching onto her man.

"see y'all around! toodles!" y/n sends one last look back at the two of them before heading out, winking at jungkook subtly.

then, she was out.

(i have no beef against crocheting/crocheted hats btw no hate to the crocheting community)

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@bhonbhon @emmie2308 @ttanniett

[cheriladycl01]

Hi!

Could you please write something for whichever f1 driver you want with a reader who's a children's books illustrator and author? Maybe they get to know each other because his niece is obsessed with her books and he took her to one of her events.

I'd like to see how the grid and the media would react to someone so bubbly, kind, and creative!

Thnx!! <3

My sunshine - Lewis Hamilton x ChildrensAuthor! Reader

Plot: Lewis comes home to find his niece and nephew obsessed with one lady’s books! Little did he know you’d end up being his whole future!

“What you reading there?” Lewis asked as he grabbed some fruit from the fridge and started to cut it up. Babysitting was one of his favourite free time activities.

“MAE THE MAGICIAN” they both yell at him, making him pause cutting the fruit. He knew his niece really enjoyed reading but to see his nephew so excited about this book was odd.

“Mmmm what’s it about?” Lewis asks as he starts to make little snack boxes for the two, ready to take them out to the park.

“This girl called Mae, and she helps Gaia and George using her Magic tricks, she’s funny” the girl describes to her favourite Uncle.

“Woah, what kind of magic tricks does she do?” He asks.

“She makes sure their homework is complete and their beds are made for when their mum gets home!” His nephew explains.

“Oh and then this book is good to. Can we show you our library uncle Lewis” his nephew begs looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t say no too!

He follows them up, being taken to one of the smaller bedrooms that was being used as as playroom/ library. There was an expanse of books, but what caught his eye was how many of the same author there were.

It was the same one as the book they were reading from earlier. It seemed she had lots of kids books varying in ages from very young, basically just pictures books, to a series of books which reminded him of the Rainbow Magic Series that his brothers girlfriend had read when she was younger.

They all had titles of careers with a matching name. Both boys and girls.

Alex the Astrologist

Bianca the Brain Surgeon

Colin the Conductor

Daisy the Dragon Tamer

Ethan the Ecologist

Freya the F1 Driver

Who?

That intrigued him.

“Have you guys read all of these?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Of course! She’s the best! Our favourite” one of them exclaims as they re-order books that had been misplaced.

“Which ones your favourite?” He asks his nephew.

“She wrote one about me! Called Kaiden the Karate Master” he exclaims making chopping actions with his hands.

“And you?” He asks Willow.

“She wrote one about me to called Willow the Writer” she says shoving the book at him happily to which he looks through looking at all the cute little illustrations to which he later researched that they were actually drawn by the author as well.

Upon doing further research and trying to get some of her latest books on pre-order he went down a rabbit hole, finding her instagram which was incredibly cozy and just what he expected from an author.

There was a few posts of her charity work and what she did around her community. The links led him to her official website where she had her various charities, an about her page that he couldn’t help but browse but he also saw a part where it showed up and coming events.

“Willow? Kaiden? How would you feel about going to meet Y/N Y/L/N, maybe get a few books signed?” He asks the next morning, wondering whether that would be something they were into.

“YES!” They’d both screamed.

He sent you a DM on Instagram explaining that he was planning on bringing his niece and nephew to your book signing in London. You replied immediately which shocked him, explaining you’d be more than happy to do a private signing afterwards for him and his family and how you were a huge fan of his.

At the book signing.

You were pretty exhausted after the public signing and needed to have a break and just grab a drink where your throat was on fire for talking as much as you had.

But within the hour you were ready to see Lewis and his niece and nephew. They were so polite to you when you stood up to greet them and what shocked Lewis even more is how easily you communicated to the younger kids.. It was like second nature to you how you used your hands to basically animate everything you say to make you seem so youthful and energetic.

“Hi I’m Lewis and this is Willow and Kaiden” he introduced and from after that he was insanely smitten with you, everything you did he would watch with wide eyes.

You spent the time interacting with the kids and signing the copious amounts of books that they had bought for you to sign. You also talked to them about upcoming stuff that they would enjoy where they had really liked your career series for young children.

“Hey I know you might think this is a little soon but I’d really like to take you out some time, for dinner” he asked one his sibling had taken the kids outside to the car say that he could ask you some more personal questions. They ranged from what you enjoyed to how you got into writing children’s books specifically.”

“Well, I think I would really like that, I don’t think I’ve ever been out on a proper date” she smiles looking down and blushing lightly at the comment.

”Never been on a proper date, I’ll have to treat you right then?” he smirks looking over you.

“Where would we go?” You ask politely starting to collect the books left over from the signing.

“Out to a restaurant or a movie, maybe a picnic at some point when it’s warmer the weather isn’t great right now” he says stepping closer to her.

After the book signing you and Lewis went on dates, lots of them and to say his niece and nephew were excited was an understatement you would randomly turn up to family events and they’d start to get your books early and not published Waterstones versions that normally were gifted to them.

“Baby I really want you to come to a race with me, I want to show you off to everyone there and how cute you are. I bet the grid will love you just as much as I do. Actually scrap that, that’s impossible” he smiles and you can’t help but giggle.

“Of course I’ll come with you Lew” you smile leaning across him and kissing his check, before gripping his hands and holding them.

“You ready to meet everyone?” He asks with that soft chocolaty voice that could make you melt.

“I think so, I’m just kind of nervous what they’ll think” you say a light blush forming into your face wondering if you’d embarrass yourself on camera, or if they’d ask you questions … it was hard.

“Well, for the record I know they’ll love you. You want a run down?” And you of course nod wanting to know as much as possible.

“Well, there’s my teammate Charles who you’ll probably meet first in the garage. You’ll love his girlfriend Alex she’s a diamond and you’ll talk about fashion no doubt!” He grins and you not trying to take in the names knowing more are to come.

He talks about his ex team-mates George and Valtteri and how you’d get on with both of them pretty well. He also knew Lando and Daniel would love you, as you all had very similar bubbly people personality’s.

He was excited to show you off to not just them but everyone, you weren’t like the other Hollywood Stars and actresses you were just so … normal? NOT that he would ever describe you as that, because that almost felt like an insult to you.

“Are you nervous baby?” He asks looking over to you as he pulls into the paddock.

“A little, I’ve never been around this many people here before” you say looking over to him, grabbing onto his hand on the gear stick.

“You’ll be fine, and you’ll finally get to watch me in my job. I love watching you write and draw but I want you to see what I do” he nods and you smile, loving this side of Lewis.

He had this intimacy that you’d never experienced with anyone else. Little things he appreciated knowing that you’d never had with anyone else.

You walked through the paddock together scanning your little pass on the thing seeing an awful picture of you come up that Lewis must have submitted.

“Lewis what the hell!” You asked gazing at the picture he’d chosen.

“What! I love that photo of you!” He smiles happily gazing at you looking at the picture that slowly disappears.

“Come on, let’s get you to the garage so you can get familiar with everything” he smiles a hand sneaking round your waist as he guides you through the bustling paddock.

When you enter Ferrari Garage your greeted by all the mechanics, a lot of them with young children knowing exactly who you are and wanting pictures to show their kids when they got home.

Charles and Alexandra greeted you only 30 minutes later and you and Alex got along great, taking Roscoe and Leo for walks around the paddock while she tried to help you adjust to all the hustle and bustle of life in motorsport.

“So how long have you and Lewis been together now?” Alex asked with a small polite smile.

“Oh! It feels like forever! He’s only been so sweet and like to me” you grin, your voice getting louder and louder as you talk about Lewis. Alex notices and can’t help but smile at how you’re talking about Lewis.

After meeting Alex and Charles the next people you ended up meeting was Lando and Oscar. Lewis had asked you to grab his water bottle from the car which he’d left behind and you got lost on your way back the two McLaren drivers immediately noticing and recognising you.

They helped you back to the garage just as they were being called for the race and that they needed to get into the car.

Then next thing you knew as you were watching Lewis come round a corner, a little drift as skidded in the gravel but caught himself well enough that it didn’t lessen his time too much.

Then you were casted on the TV screens and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

You gave a polite little wave and grin to the camera before it panned off of you and back onto the race.

“And that’s Y/N Y/L/N she’s the current partner of Lewis Hamilton and she’s a very well known author of children’s books, ones that actually my own children read and I just know they are going to be kicking their feet that I got to meet her today” the commentator offers with a little chuckle.

“Yeah what did you think of her?” The other commentator for Sky Sports asks.

“Ah she’s just so sweet, she wouldn’t stop talking about her writing and I was more than happy to listen and she was so polite and happy and god’s I want her in the paddock more often, she’s such a little ray of sunshine”

After all the excitement, you had this energy around you that you couldn’t describe and it gave you loads of writing juices. You got home to the hotel that night and you wrote down all your ideas, sat in Lewis lap.

You knew for sure you’d be coming back to way more races and you’d been missing out!

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[navillee]

Caleb as a sub - an introduction Pt. I

It's gonna be a long one since I'm giving some background context first, bringing some headcanons about the early stages of mc and Caleb relationship (childhood up to teen years). Part II would be the late teens/adult stage of him as a sub because it makes more sense to explain what exactly lead him to be one.

I would like to start this TED Talk saying that Caleb has all the stars and planets aligned to be the pervert he is;

He had to stand up as a protective figure for you at such young age, that this position on your life it's so deeply engraved as his inside his head, to the point Caleb can't visualize anything other than this possiblity. He can't picture losing that spot for another guy, and that's one the reasons why he acts like a loyal guard dog over you;

It started as a duty and due to his own character it developed out of control as an obsession over the years. From protecting you from the mean kids, so you would only want to spend time with him, to the day he had to go out with his friends to a random party he didn't even wanted to go just to avoid totally snapping to the fact you went out on a silly date with a friend back in highschool;

He felt miserable everytime that happen. Everytime you choose another one over him, Caleb promised to himself he would do better, that he would be better for you. So good that you would never choose another person but him to be by your side. He would be the most courageous, gentle, patient, good a cooking and even do your homeworks. You didn't deserve less than the best;

Oh, and how it felt good when you praised him. When you corrected a friend of yours bragging about the fact that Caleb's actually better at (inserts random hability here);

He felt proud to be the only one suited to take care of you;

And those times were the best for him. Caleb still remembers every detail of his childhood days he shared with you. It was only natural for him to get to know everything about you, from your favorite color to all your likes and dislikes. You were near his sight, and he felt at ease knowing that if anything happens to you, he would be able to try everything out until he finds the solution to bring back your smiling face towards safety again;

When you two shared a room and kept talking and giggling until late at night, pretending to be asleep as grandma entered the bedroom to check on both of you. When both of you fell asleep cuddling on a bed that seems so huge, surrounded by plushies and aircraft toys, just for Caleb to wake up earlier to pick up the plushies that had fallen out of bed, tiptoeing towards you again and feeling relieved you survived another rainstorm night because he was there to protect you;

But something flipped when the hormones started to kick in. That's when the obsession over being your favorite changed in a substantial way;

That was the first most confusing time for Caleb. When grandma morphed the dumping room of the house into a new bedroom in no time, and Caleb had a new bed, study desk and even a wardrobe just for him. Shouldn't he feel happy? Grateful, or at least a little excited for having a space exclusive for him?

He's growing up, and that inevitable separation from you is chasing after his powerless self. If you're not within his sight, how Caleb will know whenever you need him to be there for you? He didn't even asked for a new room, so why adults started to complain the older – safer and more cozy – setting of you two sharing a room wasn't ideal?

His perfect sleep schedule was ruined. Caleb couldn't find a way of sleeping the first night without you, nor the other night after that one, nor the night after tomorrow...

What if you kicked the blanket out of the bed and were feeling cold? What if your plushies fell out from the bed frame and you're alone? What if a thunderstorm starts and he's just not there to cover your ears until it goes away?

He tossed and turned on his bed for almost two weeks, until the night it started to rain heavily. Then he couldn't deal with his own agony. He got out of his bed, abandoning that prison of isolation (that's how he called his new bedroom) and slowly turned the doorhandle of his old room;

You were curled up with a plushie near the edge of the bed, crying. His heart sinks, he ran towards you, touching softly your arm as you turned your red puffy face towards him. "Caleb, is that you? You're back!" Tears running down your face as you cupped his face with your hands basically dragging him to get on bed. "Can you stay? I don't like thunderstorms, you know it."

And he absolutely loses it. Caleb isn't moving a single unit of feet outside that bedroom ever again. No, the only thing he can do is bring you closer in a warm hug, while he says he's back to protect you and he's not leaving, never, for nothing in this world.

He build a pillow fortress right after he notices that you calmed down a little, and after a long torturing two week period of (not) sleeping (at all) alone, you two fell asleep on each other's arms again, safe and sound, as it have always supposed to be;

The time passed by. And even if you didn't get that scared out of rains anymore, you two were always together, and if you weren't on Caleb's bedroom, Caleb was for sure at yours. Watching movies, helping you out with your homework. It wasn't enough anymore, no, never enough. Excuses such as "let me cook something for us, pipsqueak." or "let me dry your hair since you don't know how to do it." appeared on his never outdated list of excuses to spend time by your side and do useful things only he could do for you;

He couldn't run away from the eventual separation, but he could trick it, delay it, pretend it didn't existed at all;

Until the day he punched a boy and grandma had to pay a visit to the school's principal. It started when a girl was arguing with you about some topic Caleb didn't had enough time to figure it out. It was when that one of the girl's boy friends tried to touch you, and Caleb saw it. And all you could remember was seeing him jumping after the other boy's face;

After getting scolded by all present adults at the principal's office, Caleb saw himself standing at your bedroom door again. Poor boy was feeling so sad. Would you be mad at him as well? When everything he did was to protect you, would those doors finally getting closed to him to never enter that special place for only the two of you ever again? When he entered the room already mumbling all the excuses he could find, he got speechless when the first thing you did was to cup his face with your hands and ask him if he got injured;

He giggled at you, and the giggle turned into a laugh as he cupped your face back. Of course you wouldn't get mad! You, out of everyone, knew that Caleb only did what he did in order to protect you. He wasn't a juvenile thug or anything but a little boy trying to protect you from mean people. He was so relieved you wasn't mad. He didn't do anything wrong after all, right?

That's why he's back at your room again, softly looking at you like a puppy while you bandage up his bruised hands;

He took that day as an endorsement for that growing-out-of-control overprotection over you. As long as you're by his side and not feeling uncomfortable, he would do anything to protect you and keep being the first person you would look up for help;

That's his role after all, and he feels so good doing it, he can't stop, don't even want to. That's why he neutralizes all threats that comes near you, and that comes near him too;

Even though he's the popular kid and get along with everyone, when it comes to girls that left you out or are clearly acting like pick mes to get his attention, he's immediately blunt with them;

That includes: not landing any piece of clothing to any girl but you. Not a cap, nor hoodies, nothing. Not getting physical contact or engaging in conversations, especially if the topic somehow makes you uncomfortable;

Watch him freak out whenever a girl who's trying to get his attention ask you if you have a crush on some boy/celebrity that Caleb knows;

However, when the situation reverses and we're talking about boys trying to get your attention, he's ruthless;

If there's a competitive guy, that's Caleb for sure. If there's a sports competition at school and his fan girls club is cheering him up during the entire set, he couldn't care less about it. But are your eyes on him? Or did another guy caught your attention? If so, get ready to Caleb's show off party;

He will outdo that guy. It doesn't matter if it's an ally or someone from another team. Caleb's an natural outdoer. He'll win and bring that trophy/medal home just for you to praise him and tell him he did good;

He wants to spend the entire dinner at home with you bragging to grandma how amazing he performed while he carries an small smile and a fuzzy mind too overwhelmed with praises to think on any other thing;

And he'll never let another guy have his moment at the dinner table;

That's when he realizes he wasn't doing for the sake of it. He was doing it because he couldn't get anything more than that. And it frustrated him. Praises at dinner weren't enough anymore, landing you clothes weren't enough anymore. He wanted more, way more he could ask for, and Caleb was afraid of admitting it to himself.

But sometimes it got out of control for everybody to see it. Such as the time he chopped an entire carrot an putted on Zayne's meal when he spent a weekend at grandma's house. When he noticed you got mad he immediately stopped and reluctantly apologized to Zayne. (That doesn't mean he didn't use that "incident" as an twisted joke/provocation towards Zayne for the following years);

Things like chopping carrots happened with a shorter frequency whenever he noticed you weren't spending enough time with him. Tossing bouquet of flowers boys delivered at your door into the trash before you would notice, lying that you're not interested whenever a friend of him asked about you – then shortly after tossing this friendship into the trashcan as well – being dismissive towards girls that confessed to him or even rude;

You didn't notice those things, but he wish you would. He wanted you to catch him throwing unopened love letters away because at least then he would know he should stop doing it, that he would immediately get on his senses and feel guilty about it;

Then he would beg for forgiveness and you would accept him back, just like you did when you got separated rooms. And he would come back to be your sweet well behaved boy from your childhood that did everything only in order to protect you;

But you didn't do it. In fact he could swear he saw a faint smirk on your face when he didn't accept a date invitation from a phonecall, he saw the same lingering pleased smile when he threw off a plushie he received on valentine's day;

And it was driving him insane. He felt guilty about behaving like that, but how could he stop when you're a daily reminder of his disgrace? When you're wandering around the house with pajamas shorts that Caleb hold onto his dear life to try not stare than more than five seconds, or when he has to take a shower after you had showered and all those sweet fragrance products mixed with a faint scent of your sweat started to make his mind wonder to places tried not to but failed;

Oh, poor Caleb. Long years of self discovery, pent up frustration and repression waited for him.

[opiopal]

imagine comparing homework with the brothers, cause it’s gotta be so weird,

Like, everyone is sitting in the living room

Mc: so me and asmo have to make a potion that’ll turn a caterpillar into a dog, specifically a Rottweiler… for, some reason?

mam: lucky. Me and Beel gotta catch this rare bird or something and bring it in.

Mc: what class is that even for..

mam: history,

Mc: …..… O-kay what about you guys?

levi: I already did everything online,

Mc: ok, brag much?

belphie: I have to.. *takes a moment to yawn*… take a video of me sparring with someone for fencing..

Mc: RAD offers fencing?? And Why are you in it?

belphie just shrugs,

Mc: okay.. what about you?

Mc turns to look at S8n,

He’s paused, staring down at a piece of paper explaining his project: uhm…

Mc: s8n?

S8N, staring at a paragraph explaining he has to dance like a bird for his class on seduction: uhm..

[onyxmilk]

Twilight x f!Reader; "Missing" (p3)

notes; part three to this! tbh i wasn't planning on making a part three but here we are lolz tw; Reader uses She/Her pronouns!, child getting lost, wc; 1.5k tl; @dianexo-v @mr-underhills-things @solaeirr @lenguasdegatofan @0vendettaself @sassy-cat-in-town @dreaminmemories @not-9ok @deepdinosaurwizard @dvc4 @wr4inn

Yor knew the relationship with Loid was fake and built on the narrative of getting Anya into school, but she could not help falling hard for the man. Between the way he cared for himself, how they looked as a family, and his gentle words when it came to Anya- it was like they were a real family, something she always had wanted. So, when she didn’t get a call from Loid’s office today explaining that he’d be late, she was a bit worried about when he would come home. Yor put Anya to bed after homework and dinner, allowing Bond to sleep with her as usual, and sat in the living room.

When Loid walked into the apartment, he was practically glowing with happiness. “Loid! I didn’t know you were going to be working late today.” Yor said with worry leaking from her voice, “Oh, I do apologize, I had a visitor today..” Loid said as he cleared his voice. He felt somewhat bad for keeping his real relationship and his real daughter away from Yor, but it could affect how the mission finishes out. So, he kept this information private, and away from her and Anya.

“Oh? A visitor?” Yor asked, Loid shook his head “Just.. a friend, her daughter needed some counseling.” he lied. Yor smiled and nodded, “Well, we had take-out, leftovers are in the fridge.” she offered before getting up and nodding in the direction of Loid. “Night..” Yor mentioned passing him, making sure to gently bump into him and touch hands. Loid just nodded his head, “Good night, Yor.” he replied before heading to the kitchen.

After eating some cold take-out, Loid was stuck in his head. He just sat back and sighed, he missed his daughter and he had hardly talked to her, but he also missed his real wife, his real bed, and his real home. Loid was beyond shocked and impressed on how his wife had been raising their daughter all by herself. He just sighed and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. He was stressed, and all he was truly craving was what his life could be with his daughter and wife.

[YourName] gently puts Lotte down into her crib, smiling down at the little one. For once, she felt happy, light on her feet. She shuts the door as quietly as she could before walking down the hallway and giggling, “He remembers me!” [YourName] cheered as she twirled before landing on the couch. Sure, she missed her husband and seeing him every day but being able to see him and be able to kiss his lips brought joy to her.

The following day would be a Saturday, so Anya didn’t have school. “I want to do something today!” Anya whined at breakfast, Yor looked over to Loid silently looking for options to entertain their adopted daughter. “We could.. Go to the park with Bond.” Loid offered, Yor nodded her head in agreement- thinking whatever he came up with would be good. Anya gasped “An Ooting!” she celebrated, “You hear that, Bond? We’re taking you out on an ooting!” the child said, turning to the big dog.

Soon, breakfast concluded and it was time to get ready for the park. Loid thought that perhaps the park would have been better than sitting in front of the TV all day. So, Yor helped Anya get ready before doing so herself, “Do you think papa loves me?” Yor asked Anya. Anya paused, she knew the truth. She knew Loid wasn’t who he was, he was actually a spy with an actual family, she just didn’t want to hurt her mama’s feelings. “Of course! Papas are supposed to love mamas!” Anya said innocently, as if she didn’t know better. “Ah, yes, you’re right.” Yor replied, getting up to her feet “Well, I’m going to get ready.” she said gently before exiting her daughter’s room.

Yor would get ready, admiring herself in the mirror before patting her flustered cheeks. She had been thinking about the possible compliments Loid would give her for dressing appropriately and dressing Anya on top of that. She adored when he complimented on her motherly tendencies and duties, it made Yor fall for Loid harder each time.

Eventually, the family headed out and to the park. Loid held Bond’s leash while Yor held Anya’s hand. Once at the park, Loid hesitated but let Bond off his leash and allowed him and Anya to play together. Yor stood with Loid, gently holding his arm, it didn’t bother Loid as it made them look like a real family- but if he’s going to be honest, he wished Yor was [YourName].

Things were going smoothly until there was a cry heard throughout the park, immediately Loid and Yor turned to where it was coming from and there sat a toddler. But not just any toddler, it was Lotte. Loid didn’t push Yor off, but he disconnected from Yor quickly and rushed to the child, gently kneeling to be Lotte’s height, Yor soon joining with Anya and Bond. “Oh dear..” Yor said, looking around, trying to find this toddler’s mother or nanny.

“Where’s your momma?” Loid gently asked the toddler, Lotte would wipe her face and recognize Loid and cling to him. “W-Work.” Lotte replied, so Loid assumed there would be a nanny somewhere looking for Lotte. Loid scooped the little one up, shaking his head, he couldn’t just ask people if they were looking for Lotte, that could easily lead to a kidnapping. So, looking over at Yor, Loid pulled out his phone and contacted [YourName].

Turns out, [YourName] was called into work for some paperwork and the neighbor’s teenage daughter was supposed to be looking after Lotte- but there was no sign of her. “I’ll be there a-s-a-p.” [YourName] said before hanging up, Yor looked a little confused as Loid put his phone away “I know her mother.. well.” Loid explained gently bouncing the small one in his arms.

Just five minutes later, [YourName] came rushing over, crying because the thought of her daughter being missing scared her. She brought Lotte into her arms before sobbing, and acting on instinct Loid brought [YourName] in for a hug too so the three of them were grouped together. Yor couldn’t help but watch and feel a bit jealous, she wanted the chemistry that was strung throughout the air when Loid hugged this stranger. Deep down, Yor knew there was more to the story but her love for Loid took over those thoughts.

Loid would finally disconnect from [YourName] and Lotte once his wife had calmed down. With her free hand, [YourName] wiped her tears and Loid smiled at her. Yor cleared her throat making Loid and [YourName] look over and it finally clicked, Yor wanted to be introduced. Loid didn’t exactly want to introduce his fake wife to his real wife, but he had to keep suspicions low. “[YourName]... This is, uh, my wife Yor and over there is our daughter Anya and dog, Bond.” Loid said, giving his wife an apologetic look.

[YourName] nodded her head slowly, offering her free hand after making sure it was dry. “I’m [YourName].” She said, Yor smiled happily when Loid called her his wife, shaking [YourName]’s hand. “It’s always nice to meet someone my husband knows!” Yor said cheerfully, and something in [YourName] broke a little, not being able to call Loid her husband or kiss him when she needed it hurt, and to know he was spending free time with the perfect, well-built family hurt a little more than she thought it would.

“I got to.. Uhm, go..” [YourName] said, spinning around and heading toward her car. “Wait! [YourName]!” Loid called out, but [YourName] ignored him as she rushed to her vehicle. The mother sat Lotte down into her car seat and sighed once she got into the driver's seat, She put her hands on the wheel and placed her head against her knuckles as she cried. She missed her husband dearly and she couldn’t take just being friends with Twilight. Even if it was just for a few moments, seconds, minutes.

Yor noticed a difference in Loid, he was trying to hide his hurt, anger, and confusion- but Yor could sense something was wrong. She didn’t want to directly ask him what was up, so she simply leaned against him which made Loid tense up. She noticed this, but decided to ignore it and hoped Loid found comfort in her ways of comforting him. The rest of the day at the park went smoothly, no other crying children separated from their mothers or babysitters were around, so Loid, Yor, Anya, and Bond headed back to the apartment.

Loid was silent for most of the night, only talking when spoken to. He made dinner for everyone, sat with them as they ate, and then put Anya to bed after she watched some spy shows. Yor was getting tired of the silence Loid was offering up, so she finally spoke up; “What’s wrong?” Yor asked finally to her husband. “It’s nothing.” Loid tried to reply, but Yor didn’t take that as an answer.

Loid finally looked at Yor, sighing with aggravation, “Fine, what’s wrong is I miss my wife and child.” he says scoffing. “What? You were with us all day, no need to miss us, Loid..” Yor explained, placing a hand on to his bicep, but Loid shook it off.

“No, my real wife and child.”

[thenerdyselfinsert]

Neighbor Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Should I be working on homework because finals week is coming up? Absolutely? Will I? Not right now.

This is just Neighbor! Simon Riley x Reader who likes being friendly towards their neighbor.

Reblogs are always appreciated!

Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff, Neighbors to Lovers

Word Count: 289 Neighbor! Simon Riley who doesn't like you when you first move in.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who doesn't give you anything more than a grunt of acknowledgement when he sees you in the hall after coming home from a mission.

You! who for some ungodly reason wants to befriend this man so badly!

Neighbor! Simon Riley who reluctantly asks you to collect his mail and watch his flat while he was away.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who who explains that it's only because the person who used to live in your flat would used to do it.

You! Who greets Simon with his collected mail and a batch of cookies when he gets back from his mission.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who does not understand why you're giving him cookies.

"What's this for?"

"Because we're friends."

"We are?"

Neighbor! Simon Riley who was so thankful he decided to wear his mask home this time so that you couldn't see his face flush.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who demolished those cookies as soon as he got back in his flat.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who used to finding your singing and humming and laughing through the walls annoying, but now finds it a little bit intriguing.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who used to barely acknowledge you, now is asking to join you on your walks. "For safety," he prefaces.

You! who lets him because who doesn't enjoy company on their walks?

Neighbor! Simon Riley who doesn't let you walk on the side closest to the street.

Neighbor! Simon Riley that glares at anyone looking at you wrong.

You! who now has scary dog privileges because your hot military neighbor has a crush on you.

Neighbor! Simon Riley who doesn't know that you know about his crush.

Let me know if I should do more, I have lots of thoughts :)

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

order 86 | one-shot | Kalim | Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: reader is shorter than Kalim, yk he’s cute or whateva this has been sitting in my drafts for a few months but i sucked it up and tried my best to finish it up

You knew things were a little too perfect when Kalim suddenly pulled you aside from the party. He lead you by the hand to the balcony where you could perfectly see the moon, which was the only thing illuminating you two in that moment. He took a deep breath and took a look at you.

He didn’t have to say anything, you were already flustered just by the atmosphere and you thought to yourself. “This better not be a confession.”

“—what I’m just trying to say is, I like you so… I want to be your boyfriend.”

You gave him an awkward smile and you could see the color in his face drain as you explain. “Can you give me some time to think about this..?”

Now you’re avoiding Kalim by any means necessary. Something must be wrong with you doing THAT to him. You don’t know who to go to about this for advice and as a result you dump it on the first person you see.

The next morning you see Deuce, he spots you as you approach and waves. You stomp over and grip his shoulders.

“Ohmyseven! LastnightKalimconfessedtomeandIwasjustsoshockedItoldhimIneedtimetothinkaboutitanditlookedlikehewasgonnacryIfeelsobadrightnowwhatdoido?!?” You blubbered out.

He pushed you off of him. “Slow down I can’t understand if you’re in hysterics?!”

He calmed you down enough to get a proper explanation of the events of last night and he was left with an impression.

“I feel bad but I don’t know what to say. It’s true I did need time but I can’t believe I just left him like that.” You had your hands on your head and pushed your forehead against the wooden desk.

Deuce pats your shoulder, “It’s okay you just need to tell him how you feel. But I’m not too sure about leaving him hanging like that but what happened, happened so…”

Ace leaned back into his chair and glanced over, “How do you feel about him?” Ace asks the hardest question.

“I have no idea.”

-

At the end of basketball practice you approach everyone with a water bottle. As you walk over to Jamil, he shakes his head.

“I don’t need water, thank you though.” He signaled to his water bottle sitting on the bench next to him.

You smile and lean in, using the towel around his neck to wipe off some sweat on his face. He cracked a small smile at you in response.

“Where are you headed after this?” You asked him.

He shrugged, “Back to Scarabia to help prepare dinner. Are you coming?”

“Ah… I’ll pass today.” You knew if Kalim saw you he would give you puppy dog eyes and pull you aside and ask for your response. Which you didn’t quite have yet. “I have too much homework.”

He blinked a few times and cranked his head your way. “Are you serious? You come everyday.”

At the very least you told him you’d walk him to the mirror room as an apology for breaking your dinner streak.

“Did I tell you I bombed an essay?”

“No, I thought you were a good student.”

“I am a good student! It’s just Mr. Trein.”

“You can rewrite it at least.”

“Yeah, speaking of which, can you read it over? I just wanna know what I did wrong.”

You turned your phone on and pulled the document up, Jamil’s taller figure leaning into you to read it as you two kept walking.

“I can’t read it, your hand is too shaky.” He put his hand over yours to steady the phone as you two walked.

You two walked in silence, reading over the essay. Jamil, in his peripheral vision, spotted a light pole you were going to walk into. With his free hand he pulled you by the waist closer to move you away from the pole. You exclaimed in surprise and turned to face Jamil after noticing the pole.

“You need to pay attention to your surroundings.” He scolded but you lightheartedly laughed.

“Jamil!” Someone called out with attitude, their voice you could never forget. You pushed Jamil off of you and faced his way.

“Kalim, you finished your practice late?”

“Yeah, we were learning a new song and lost track of time…”

You smiled at Jamil and backed away with a small wave you left without nothing but a glance to Kalim.

You had a lot to think about tonight, and a lot to talk about to Grim. You got home and immediately collapsed on the sofa where Grim half way asleep.

“Have you been napping since school finished?” You asked him.

“I was so tired…”

“I saw Kalim just now.” Grim glanced over, “I think he saw me and Jamil really close.”

He clicked his tongue, “I didn’t know you had a thing for Jamil.” He said in a surprised tone.

“That’s the thing, I don’t!!” You cried while grabbing him. “I love Kalim…”

“Okay then why don’t you accept his confession?!” Grim raised his voice and swung his paw at you.

“Kalim… as much as I love him I didn’t think it’d ever be reciprocated so I gave up on him. Now I don’t know what to do.” You confessed to him while resting your head down against the couch cushion.

You had been moping and whining about the predicament you put yourself into and you’ve more or less been saying the same things just different wording all day whenever you had the chance.

“I think what you should do is pretty obvious.” He says back to you. Your eyes flutter shut and you hum, questioning him for more.

“Just talk to him and tell him that.”

You fall silent for a minute and he assumes you’re just taking in all the information until he hears a small snore.

“Not here! Get changed first— or at least go to bed!”

You woke up early the next morning and laid there, thinking about the whole thing. He’s been waiting for over a day and you haven’t said a word to him since. Does Jamil know? Did Kalim question Jamil? Will Ace tell Jamil? Did he lose feelings now? Is he crying because of it?

Your worrying made your stomach hurt, realizing you hadn’t eaten dinner since you wanted to avoid Kalim. At least there were leftovers from a few nights ago.

You warmed up some lobster Kabsa, a bowl for you and a bowl for Grim. You had over an hour so you knew you could take your time with your meal. You sat down with him and poked your spoon into the bowl.

You two just sat in silence for a bit.

“I want milk.” He stood up and waltzed over to the fridge and got a cup. Once he returned he saw tears filling your eyes. Your eyes watered, once you blinked they all spilled out.

“Did you burn your tongue or something?!” He ran over to you in concern but you whined mid bite of your food.

“Kalim… We made this together last week…” You said with your mouth half full of rice, then swallowed your bite. All the good memories and times that made you fall for him replayed in your head. Every touch and every minute spent alone together hurt like a migraine to think about, given your sobbing.“What do I say to him?!”Grim put his paw on your hand with a sigh full of sympathy as you sobbed out.

-

“I did everything perfect. I mean it was dark, the moon was bright, and I held their hand.” Kalim stared down at his drum set. His two club members had their attention fully turned to their lovesick band mate.

Cater nodded his head empathetically, “How long has it been? Two days?”

“31 hours.” He sulked.

“Maybe it isn’t about what you did do, but what you didn’t do.” Lilia nodded his head along. “If you could redo your confession, what would you change?”

“I wouldn’t even do it if I’m just going to be ignored like this. And yesterday on my way home, I saw MC and Jamil and they were… Jamil had his arm around them and it looked like they were holding hands…”

The two of them audibly gasped in disbelief.

“How could they?!”

“This is messy.”

Cater and Lilia comforted him as he slouched over onto his drums.

“What should I do?” He asked them and the two looked at each other then back at him.

“Well…” Cater started then stopped, looking to Lilia for reassurance. “I don’t think they want you. Considering their response and how they acted with Jamil…”

“You should ask directly since you need to hear it yourself before giving up.” Lilia quickly silenced his negativity.

He went silent and slumped over again. “I miss MC, I miss saying good morning and having them over for dinner. I miss making dinner with them. Even after all this I still want to talk to them every day..”

-

“Thank you so much for rewriting my essay. I didn’t realize how much I actually had to fix.” You put down your pencil and Jamil nodded.

He was good at helping out during the study sessions, many other students also sat down with you guys and asked for help on their homework.

You noticed how tired he seemed, not that he needed to sleep but just of helping out with several different history, math, science, and language assignments.

You noticed the new necklace he was wearing was bothering him, he adjusted and constantly scratched around his neck.

“Damn necklace…” He cursed at it.

You smile, “Do you want me to get it off for you?”

“That’d be good, I couldn’t get it off myself so I gave up.”

You leaned into him and reached for the clip of his necklace to take it off for him. “Oh it’s one of these clips… give me a minute.”

You back faced the entry way and once Kalim walked out the mirror he rested his eyes on you. Then he saw Jamil.

Like last time, his heart hurt. As you pulled away from him, you smiled at straight at Jamil.

“Ah, Kalim you’re back late ag…ain?” Jamil paused as he walked up to you but he didn’t even look at him. With a surprised yelp, Kalim pulled you by the arm and tugged you away from him.

“We’ll be back.” He said firmly before pulling you out the room.

His hand held on to your wrist, he wasn’t forceful but he wouldn’t let you pull away, once it was in a quiet part of Scarabia away from the main livjng area, he let go of you but pushed you close to the wall. You weren’t sure what to say to him.

“Kalim—“

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now.” He admitted as he turned around with his hand covering his face. “What I said at the balcony, I meant it and I still do. But I see you and Jamil so…”

You objected his comment about Jamil but he gave you an empathetic stare.

“I don’t know why but I only want you to look at me… When you look at Jamil, I just want to take you away.” His face went pink while he confessed. He stepped forward and you stepped away into the wall. “Sorry there is something wrong with me. I can’t stop you from being with someone you love.”

You were always loyal to the crush you had on him, there was no other guy you felt so strongly about.

“I missed you, I didn’t talk to you because I was nervous but I regret it. Ive always known what I wanted but when I had an opportunity I ruined it.” You confessed to him, “I never thought I actually had a chance with you.”

Now your face was pink, you trailed off slowly and turned to face him again.

“Y-you’re giving me mixed signals what does any of that mean.”

“Don’t make me say it.” You shook your head.

“No, you have to say it.” He stubbornly said back.

When you unconsciously fiddled with your fingers and put them behind your back, he suddenly grabbed them and squeezed your wrists.

“Can you just tell me how you feel?” With how things were you were forced to look at him.

You opened your mouth to speak, looking around before settling your eyes back on him. He blinked for a brief moment but when he opened his eyes you were closer, way closer.

You went up in your tippy toes and pulled him into your lips. You didn’t realize how good it was, if you knew you would’ve done it sooner. It didn’t last as long as you imagined before Kalim pushed away and backed up into the other wall.

He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, his face was brighter than the red feathers in his turban and eyes wider than the distance between you two.

You clenched your fists and walked up to him. “Now you’re running away from me!”

“Because you kissed me so suddenly!” He pointed his finger at you defensively.

You two bickered for a moment before returning back to the topic. “Now I don’t have to say it, right?” You looked up at him still flustered.

He crossed his arms, “I want to hear you say it.”

Damn even now he’s still stubborn about it!

You scoffed and cleared your throat while looking to the side. “Kalim, I like you too…”

The two of you got butterflies in your stomached, too nervous and confused to make the next move.

“I—“

“Kali—“

“Go ahead.”

“No you go.”

You stared at each other intently, remaining silent again.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He stepped in closer again with his hands resting on your shoulders, moving up to cup your cheeks.

You didn’t give yourself a chance to reply, neither did he, your lips meeting together in unison.