#then i started doing the digging in the games myself and I was like 《wait. WAIT》

[queen0fm0nsterz]

I think the way the Lady and the Thin Man became a lot more enjoyable to me as a duo when I stopped believing Six to be the Lady needs to be studied in a lab

[gooseboy42]

*ding dong*

The doorbell rings. I look up from the TV, where I was focused on a video game. I have to focus very hard if I want to make any progress, otherwise my fat fingers or constantly intoxicated mind will mess me up. I look around expectantly, waiting for my feeder to run down the hallway and bring my food to me

*ding dong*

Where are they? I feel my stomach rumble from sudden hunger, despite the fact that I had finished a bag of chips and a 2 liter of soda minutes ago. Then suddenly, through my haze filled mind, a memory pokes out. My feeder leaving the house to pick up some more weed and booze. Shit. They’re not back yet.

*ding dong*

The delivery driver is getting impatient I’m sure. I guess I’ll just have to get the food. I can’t remember the last time I stood up without help, but I’m starting to get desperate. I shift my body forwards, pushing my belly forwards in hopes that it helps to counteract my fat ass. I brace against the arm of the couch and heave myself forwards. Somehow, miraculously, I’m able to stand up. I instantly want to sit back down. My body is so heavy and clumsy. My belly hangs 6 inches above my knees, not covering them yet, but getting there. I’m already wheezing and I haven’t even taken a single step.

*ding dong ding dong*

Fuck, they’re gonna leave soon with my food. My belly grumbles. I brace myself and start to waddle forward. My thighs force my legs apart so walking normally is absolutely out of the question. Each step makes my belly slap against my thighs, making it difficult to move my legs very much. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, and I get a stitch in my side from how hard I’m breathing.

“COMING”

I manage to wheeze out, hoping it was loud enough for the delivery driver to hear. Fuck me, when did I get so out of shape? I start to realize how fat I’ve gotten, slightly sobering up for the first time in… days? Months? Years? I’m not sure. I realize how truly obese and unhealthy I am and start to panic, I’m getting huge, how did I let myself go so badly? Just then I hear voices outside the door and a key in the lock.

“I’m so sorry piggy!” My feeder says as they come through the door with the food from the delivery driver, as well as bags full of alcohol and weed. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone so long! I thought I would be back by the time the delivery driver got here, but there was an accident on the freeway and- what’s wrong Piggy?”

I realize I must look panicked. “Nothing!” I try to wheeze out but my feeder cuts me off.

“Oh, piggy must have run out of vodka and edibles while I was out. It’s a good thing I arrived when I did” they laugh as they pass me a shot. I down it without thinking, not even considering that maybe I shouldn’t have done that. They give me an edible that i don’t know the dosage of, which I eat before doing another shot.

“There you go piggy, get nice and relaxed for me” my feeder purrs to me. I feel the shots start to hit me as warmth floods through my body. I giggle and waddle my way back to the couch. Luckily i didn’t make it very far so the journey back was easy. I plop back on the couch, which whines underneath me, and without even waiting to catch my breath, rip into one of the takeout containers my feeder held. I moan as the food enters my mouth, it tastes so fucking good. What was I worried about? Eh, who cares. I dig into the greasy burger as my feeder praises me and plays with my gut, and makes sure to keep a constant stream of beers and bong hits going into me

[mydearviserra]

Start counting

╰┈➤ ❝ [Tywin Lannister x Fem!Reader]

Warning: NSFW, short story. one-shot, hair pulling, spanking(paddle), Blowjob, brat/brat tamer, names(whore, slut) mouth fucking.

“my lord apologies for barging in but we can’t find lady Lannister she-“ the ladies in waiting spoke frantically as they came into his study, Tywin raised his hand to stop them as he sat on his desk. His expression held a stern look though he looked slight uneasy

“stop, I know where she is no need to panic your dismissed for the day” he spoke with his stern, authoritative tone though now his hands grip on the edge of the desk as he shifted uncomfortably as he nudged something under his desk. He took a shaky breath as he glared at them “leave now, lock the door”

The ladies looked at each other in confusion, not wanting to argue further they quickly locked and closed the door.

Tywin then push his chair back slightly, looking down at his lap he let go of the table his hands grab a fist full of my hair forcing you to look straight at him your eyes widened in excitement and fear, it didn’t stop the pool running down my legs as you stared directly at his burning glare

“what did I say about biting you brat” he snapped his voice low and rough, his eyes dark with irritation and desire tugging on my hair again as i mumble with my mouth still full of his cock, my tongue swirls around his cock one last time to tease him before i pull away his shaft leaving a popping echo

You smirked slyly, you loved it when he threaten me. "Oh really? And how do you plan on punishing me, my lord" there was a hint of challenge in my tone. It was my favorite game, seeing how far I could push him before he would snap. I mocked him further as I faked pouted, my cheek rested on the side of his shaft to rub it slightly “I’m trembling in fear”

"I said no biting" he repeated, his tone growing even more dangerous. I could feel the tension in the air, the charged energy that had always existed between the two of us. Despite his harsh words, there was a hint of something else in his voice, something that suggested he enjoyed this game just as much as you did “You'll find out, my little whore. And let me tell you, you won't enjoy it one bit. Whores like you need to be punished”

He letting go of your hair he grip the side of your face, before you could even process he shoved his cock through your mouth with such force my eyes rolled back each thrust was rougher then the last

“My whore- my naughty whore “ he muttered breathlessly, feeling my soft lips and hearing the lewd sounds I was making as he thrusts into my mouth sent him mover the edge “look at me- don’t you dare look away slut”

Once our eyes meet, I felt his cock throbbing against my tongue, with a hard thrust his seed filling my mouth to the brim I couldn’t stop my moans as it slip through the cracks and began spilling out my mouth

“Don’t you dare waste it- take it” he hissed, but i couldn’t help stop the flow. His warm seed pumping down my throat. Once he finished he pulled away. My mouth left wide open as I tried to catch my breath “good girl, such a good girl- but your not off the hook”

He lifted my chin using his fingers to wipe away the mess of my mouth and chin. Then sticking his fingers inside my mouth, I closed my mouth my tongue swirling around his fingers. Once it was wiped clean his fingers left my mouth with a ‘pop’

“That’s all you got?” I spoke smug tone with a smirk on your face, I giggled once he gripped my chin again. I batted my lashes as I give him my big doe eyes he loves so much. This time he scoffed at my chances, forcing myself on my feet, his rough hands grip around my neck his nails digging into my skin

“Don’t test me - I will fuck this disobedience out of you but first..grab the pabble and crawl on your knees like whore you are” he then shoved me away, I stumbled back a bit before I bit my lip.

I was almost to happy to walk towards the drawers across the room once it was in my hands I turn to him slowly down on my knees, he smirked as he sat on his chair watching slowly as I crawled towards him once I reach his side he took the paddle from me, then grip onto my arm lifted me up to lay on his lap. He was almost to eager to rip off my small clothes to reveal my bottom, one the cold air bit me as he lifted my dress i couldn’t have a chance to react, without warning he swatted with full strength



“Start counting”

AKWKANSB I LOVE TYWIN!!

just testing the waters of how I’d write nsfw I’m still working on it haha

[henry7931]

Billy’s College Adventure Part 3

Samuel:

“Good Morning,” says Billy to me from my body.I almost have to do a double take after seeing myself laying next to me.

“Morning,” I say with a grin.

“So it’s Saturday, what do you have planned for us Mr. Bodythief?,”

“Well you’re gonna just have to dressed to find out,” I say back.

“Booooo!!!”

I stand up and Billy tosses a pillow at me.

“Relax! I’ll tell you more, let’s just get ready,” I say winking at him.

We both get dressed and it took all of my energy not to ask him if we could hook up in the shower.

I’m starting to really like Billy but I have this weird thing about getting too attached to a guy. Especially with the assholes I’ve dated in the past. I’ve just been burned too many times although Billy seems different…

I don’t know…I just don’t want him to think I’m too clingy. Which I now realize is an oxymoron since we are literally in each other’s bodies.

Anyways enough about my feels.

Billy and I head back to my apartment.

“This place looks familiar,” says Billy sarcastically.

“It’s not much especially compared to your place but it’s my temporary home,” I say back.

“Ohhh come this isn’t bad at all!”

“Billy you’re in a full ass house,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m just the rich privileged kid.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re at least aware,” I say pushing your shoulder.

“So what’s the game plan? Are we just gonna stand around in your apartment?”

“ No. I need the book that my great uncle left me.”

I head into my room and open up my closet. I grab the book from the top shelf.

“So Billy, are you ready to put your powers to test?”

“Geez, I think so.”

“Good!”

I start scrolling through the book digging for the part where it talks about the power of having to swappers.

“Here it is!”

I’d start skimming through it and get to a specific part.

I start reading aloud, “ one swapper is powerful, but their abilities can be limited… but with two swappers now that’s some real power. Rarely in our culture you will see two swappers who are capable of getting along… But if two swappers can conjoin powers together, they can do some really interesting things. For instance, swapping and creating a new reality . Two swappers have the ability to swap two individuals bodies, and change the perception of reality where both individuals think that the body they are in has always been their body. Essentially, neither one of them know that they are swapped and everyone else around them thinks that has been their body the whole time.”

I stopped reading for a second and look up a Billy to see what his thoughts were about what I just read.

“ are you gonna keep going?”

“ well yeah, what do you think though?”

“ I think that’s pretty freaking cool. I mean it could be a little bit messed up, but I’m kind of interested to try it.”

“ Really? Are you 100% sure?”

“ yeah let’s do it!”

I continue to read the rest of the page and I get through all of the instructions.

“ OK Billy, now we have to find some guinea pigs.”

“ I mean, should we start with someone we know or try it with a stranger first?”

“ Well I think I controlled environment would be best. Somewhere where we cant let them walk away and lose them immediately after the swap.”

“Smart!”

“ I’m a genius right? Also, Billy, this doesn’t have to be the first one we try.”

“Wait, what else can two swappers do?”

“Do you want me to tell you about all the other swap powers or can I jump right to the one I really want to try?”

"HOW MANY MORE ARE THERE?!?"

"Let's start with this one, third party possession. Or I like to call it-- a person puppet. Basically one of us can take over someone body without leaving the one we are in habiting. It's like two bodies at once."

"Does that person know that you or I have taken over their body?"

"No... I have read this one over a couple of times now. Basically they will be in a unaware state while one of us are in control."

"Okay, I guess that one sounds less chaotic. Who should we try it on?"

I thought about it for a minute and then I had someone in mind. I peaked out at the window to see if my neighbor was home.

"I got someone who could work," I say with a mischievous grin.

“Who?”

“My neighbor Reid, you’ll like him or at least his body lol.”

“Wait am I going to possess him?!?”

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it.”

“Fuck, fine! Let’s do this!!”

I grab Billy’s or I guess my hands and say, “I want you to focus. Thinking about all of your powers almost like you’re about to swap with someone, okay?”

“Got it.”

“Now close your eyes and picture a part of yourself floating out of my body, not all of yourself… just a part.”

“Okay…”

“Can you see it?”

It takes a minute for Billy to focus but then I see our hands and they start glowing a bit.

“I can see it,” he says softly.

“Great, now picture that second half of you floating out the window to the house door.”

Billy’s closed eyes move shut.

“I’m in the neighbor’s house… I can see everything inside. Wait, I hear someone… sleeping… now I’m in his room. Holy shit! I can see him!!”

“Really?!? Now Billy this is what you’re going to do next, float into him. Doesn’t matter how you do it.”

Billy’s eyes spring open and he says, “I’m in him. I feel his body… it’s so strange Sam. I’m him and I’m me.”

“Well come on over lol!”

“Okay one sec.”

A few minutes later and our front door swings open. It’s my neighbor’s body.

“What’s up you sexy fellas!!”

I turn to Billy and then back at Reid’s body as they are both grinning cheek to cheek.

I watch as Billy coordinates Reid’s body over to a chair.

“Look at these muscles Sam!,” says Reid’s body

“Fuck this is so hot! I’m watching myself control him, it’s like I can do some kind of strange role play. Wait a minute!!”

Reid’s body tugs off his tank top and then his shoes and socks.

He stares down at the giant feet and says, “they’re big.”

I watch as he picks up foot and smells it. He rubs Reid face all over his massive foot.

“This is so wrong but I’m so turned on. You’re gonna either have to watch or join us.”

Billy still in my body walks over to the giant hunk and reaches into his shorts.

They say in unison, “that feels good.”

I was starting to get hard just watching both bodies interact. Billy started running my hands over Reid’s muscles.

He pulls off Reid shorts and underwear. His dick comes out and both of us marvel at the giant cock.

“Let’s take turns with it,” he says from Reid’s body. “Shit I meant to say that from your body!”

We both laugh and I say, “All good lol, bedroom?”

“Great idea! You fellas are gonna have fun with me aren’t you? Especially this giant cock!,” says Reid’s body standing up while shaking his dick.

“Yes sir,” I say to him.

Billy picks me up in Reid’s arms and carries me to my bed.

We all three climb in and Billy asks me, “could you tend Reid’s junk.”

“Sure!!”

I grab onto the massive dick girthy dick. It’s surprising to see just how big it is.

“Are you gonna just stare it or suck it?,” says Reid’s body.

I turn to Billy down by Reid’s feet. He’s giggling and says, “sorry, I have two hard dick right now!”

I try to take as much of Reid’s I could fit in my mouth. It’s just so big. I get the entire thing wet and use a hand to work the shaft and his big hairy balls.

Billy on the other hand pulls off my pants and begins using Reid’s feet for a foot job.

Both of them moan in unison and say, “FUCK! You have no idea how amazing this feels!!”

I pump Reid’s dick faster and faster…

Both of them moan louder and louder….

Billy in my body reaches up under his ass cheeks and fondles his my body’s cock for me.

“LET ME FINISH IN MY MOUTH PLEASE SAM!,” he screams out.

I’m forcing Billy’s throat down on Reid’s dick.

Both of them scream out, “FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!”

That’s when rounds of cum squirt down my throat. It fills my throat and I can’t take anymore.

I look down at Reid’s dick and it’s still pouring more and more out.

Billy in my body cums all over Reid’s feet both of them grinning.

I fall back on the bed and both my body and Reid’s body with Billy still in control use themselves to give me every inch of pleasure.

Billy in my body climbs to my face and start making out. He twist’s his actual body’s sensitive nipples. Meanwhile Reid’s body sucking me off and tickling Billy body’s ballsack.

I can’t only take so much before I blew my load into Reid’s mouth…

All three or two… I don’t know… we just lay back cuddled up.

I turn to Billy in my body and say, “That was amazing.”

Billy grins and says, “we are definitely going to try this again!”

[user1smvtysturniolo]

A Christmas with you | Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: shy!Chris x soft!dom!reader

Summary: it's few days before Christmas, and you're cuddling up with your boyfriend Chris after convincing him to watch a rom.com with you. Later on, you find yourselves in more tension in between the air, which brings you guys to...

Trigger Warning: established relationship, p in v, pet names, cuddling, first time sex, swearing, handjob, riding, unprotected sex, ¿lowkey a mommy kink?

Let me know if you wanna be tagged. Xoxo. Divider by @dollywons

You were besides Chris, your head resting on his shoulder while you drank your hot cocoa and he drank his while watching a movie. You couldn't help but notice how his heart race was fastening under your head and how he started adjusting himself. Half an hour past by, you both finished your drinks. And you were done playing this game. Even though you guys were in a relationship, it just had started a little ago so you guys never went too further. You both were too nervous and were trying to hide your feelings, rather said his hardening bulge and your hard nipples and how y'all acted around eachother in a situation this intimate, cuddling so together.

"Chris?" Your voice needy, slowly looking up at him with puppy eyes, you also grabbed the remote and stopped the film. "Hmm sweetheart?" He said in a sweet voice as he looked down at you, trying to hide how the fire inside him was igniting at your pleady eyes and needy voice. You didn't say anything else, rather you stood up a little bit and put your knees on the sides of his hips, not sitting on his lap but being right in front of him like that. His hard cock visible for you. One of your hand grabbed his cheek and the other one played with his hair. You slowly got closer and Chris gulped at every movement you made, the tension in the air visible.

"God I need you so fucking bad" you murmured to yourself as you fully sat down and started kissing him. Chris lets out a surprised yet delighted hum against your lips as you settle over him, his hand coming to rest on your waist. The feeling of you so close, all that heat between you, pushes him closer to the edge of reason "Baby...are you sure? I...I don't wanna mess things up..." he manages between kisses, fingers digging into your side playfully as he gives a small buck of his hips, seeking more contact despite his hesitance. "Shhh" you silenced him, your hands moving down to his shirt and lifting it off. As I start kissing and nibbling on his collarbone and neck I say between kisses "if you're not sure, I'm gonna make you be."

With that, I get down and start trailing kisses, nibbles and hickeys until I get just on top of his pants. I look up at him and bite my lip as I put my hand on top of his member and he shut his eyes and groaned in response. I hummed in response as I took down his pants and boxers. His eyes opened as he looked down at me, I could see his cheeks red from blushing and probably shyness, "mhm, you're so big" I murmured making him feel more comfortable, and he groaned in response. Then I first started caressing his thighs and kissing his inner thighs. He was so desperate for more he started gripping my hair tight and whimpered begging for more. "You're doing well, wait baby" I finally stroke him, starting from the tip spreading his pre-cum around his dick. He moaned, it took me by surprise so I playfully tightened my fist around him, jerking him off faster and rougher. "Fffuck, I'm close. I can't" he moaned out. "Wait, I'm not done" I smiled as I removed my hand from his cock earning a loud whimper in disapproval

I started undressing myself, removing my pajama pants and shirt. Leaving me only with Christmas panties lingerie, his eyes not leaving mine he bite his lip hard trying to hold in a moan by just looking at my body "God, you're so hot. I might cum only by looking at you". I blushed at his words looking away, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear. Then I got closer, inches away from his face. My hand grabbed the back of his hair. "I wanted to take a further step today, so I came prepared with this lingerie, Chris. What do you think?" I licked my lips as I waited for his response. "I think that pretty body should fuck me, mommy" I gasped at his words and he grabbed my head and started kissing me rough and passionate.

I finally removed my panties and positioned myself on top of his cock, playfully putting my soaking folds on the tip of his dick, still not going all in. "God, i-if you..." he catched his breath "if you keep, d-doing this I-" before he finished his sentence I got down putting his dick all in me. We both moaned and as I adjusted myself at his length I started riding him, back and forth. His head falls back against the cushions as you finally take him deep, your slick warmth enveloping every inch of him. His hands come to rest on your thighs, fingers digging in again in sensation too intense to keep still

"You feel so good...so perfect..." he manages through clenched teeth. Both of his hands gripped my hips and I grabbed his shoudler. Then, his own hips started to move in time with yours, meeting each movement. I cry out as I increase my pace, setting an unrelenting rhythm, bouncing on his cock, the lewd sounds of sex filling the room nowavatar. Chris is now also breathless, he's a moaning mess, at my mercy. "Fffuck I'm so close. Keep going" he groans out. I felt his next orgasm building already, by his cock twitching in me. And mine was also coming, my walls started clenching tightly around his cock. "Cum with me, Chris" I moaned out as we both let go. Thick cum filling me up and my own cum coating his cock. I collapsed in his chest, trying to come back from my orgasm

Few seconds went by, and Chris spoke up "You're amazing, God" I slowly looked up at him and smiled. "I love being able to have a Christmas themed sex with you" he winked after his sentence. I giggled and I pulled out and put on my lingerie again, and put his own boxers on. I sat on his lap "You know what? I have a game. Let's both wear our underwear while finishing the movie and who ever tries to get freakier loses". When I finished my sentence, he grinned and turned me around, positioning himself on top of me. "I think I already lost" he bit his lip as he started kissing my neck...

[insidekatmind]

The temptation of November- Levi Colwill

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language.

It was a cool November evening, with golden leaves creating a creaking carpet under your feet as you headed to the stadium. You wore your favorite coat, the one that Levi loved to see you wear, and a scarf with his team colors. The stands were already animated by a sea of fans, and you were there, among them, ready to cheer for your boy, Levi Colwill.

Levi had been strange lately, quieter than usual, and you noticed the reason: the challenge of the No Nut November. Every year, he and his friends, Noni Madueke and Cole Palmer, challenged each other to this absurd test. But this year, being the first time you were together, it was clear that the situation was putting Levi to a great strain. The frustration was tangible in the way he looked at you, in his deep sighs and in the look that lingered too long on you when he thought I wasn’t watching him.

Sitting in the stands, you checked your watch. The game was only a few minutes away, but Levi had not yet come out. Your phone vibrated, and a message lit up the screen.

Levi:

Come to the locker room. I need to see you, now.

The shiver ran down your spine. You looked around, making sure no one was watching, then you stood up and walked to the private entrance. You knew the street well: Levi often took you backstage, away from the chaos of the public.

---

The changing rooms were quiet, interrupted only by the sound of water gushing from a distant shower. Bussasti quietly to the door with the number of Levi.

"Come in," his voice answered, deeper than usual.

You opened the door and found him sitting on a bench, with his phone in your hands. He was already wearing the team jersey, but his hair was still wet, a sign that he had just prepared. As soon as your eyes met, he dropped the phone next to himself and waved you to come closer.

"What’s going on?" you asked, closing the door behind you. "Shouldn’t you be in the field?"

Levi sighed, putting his hand on his face. "I can’t take it anymore," he muttered, looking at you with a look that looked like he was digging into you. " This challenge... is torture. And you’re not helping."

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be innocent. "I? I’m not doing anything."

"That’s right," he said, standing up and coming to you. "You do nothing, but that is the problem. You’re there, perfect, always so damn beautiful, and I’m... I’m going crazy."

The tone of his voice was low, tense, and the heat that emanated seemed to envelop you. You tried to keep calm, but the way he looked at you made it harder.

"Levi," you started, trying to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere. "It’s just a challenge. It’s not mandatory."

He shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips. "It’s not just a challenge, it’s a contest of pride. Noni and Cole are always teasing me, telling me I’ll quit first. But then there’s you... and every time I see you, I just think about how much I want to give up."

You couldn’t hold a smile. "So it’s my fault that you’re so frustrated?"

"Absolutely," he answered without hesitation. Then, with a sudden gesture, he took you by the hips, drawing you to himself. "And you know that very well, don’t you? You do it on purpose."

Your heart started beating faster. " I don’t do anything," you protested weakly, but Levi’s proximity made it difficult to keep a clear head.

He bowed his head, approaching your ear. "Don’t play dumb," he whispered.

"You know exactly what you do to me every time you smile, every time you put your hand in my hair. You look at me from the stands, and all I can think is how much I would like to have you for myself, without having to hold back."

Levi barely walked away, looking you in the eye, waiting for your reaction. His breath was heavy, and you knew the situation was getting out of hand.

"Listen," you started, trying to calm things down. "I don’t want to be the reason you’re losing this challenge. But if you really want to continue, maybe you should stop texting me during games."

He laughed, a low, hoarse sound that made you shiver. "I can’t help it. You’re my favorite distraction."

You watched him, torn between the desire to provoke him and the desire to console him. Then, with a mischievous smile, you move one step, leaving him with a void in your hands.

"If you want to win, Colwill," I said in a strong tone, "you better focus on the game. I’ll be in the stands cheering for you. Maybe."

You turned to get out, but before I could, Levi grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back. " Don’t go," he said, his voice charged with emotion. "Stay here, just for a minute. I need you."

Levi didn’t let you go. With a strong gesture, he drew you to himself, holding you for life with a force that you had never felt so clearly before. His eyes, dark and burning, were fixed in yours as he lifted you slightly and dropped on the bench, taking you riding on his legs.

"I can’t do it anymore," he muttered, the warm breath that touched your skin as him hands settled firmly on your hips. " Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?"

You couldn’t answer. The tension between you in the last few days seemed to explode suddenly, and your heart was beating so fast that you thought it could feel. Levi did not waste time, his lips rushed on you with an overwhelming passion, as if he had always waited for that moment.

The kiss was intense, desperate, a mixture of desire and frustration that he poured out on you without reservation. His hands caressed your hips, then slowly slid down your back, as his body seemed to wrap itself around you. You let go, responding to her kiss with the same passion, your fingers entwined in her still wet hair.

"Levi," you whispered as your lips finally came off for a moment. His eyes, full of ardor, made you lose all rational thought. "The game... you must go."

"I don’t give a damn about the game," he answered, his voice low and hoarse. "Right now, there’s only one thing I want. And that is you."

You felt the heat grow in your body as his lips moved from your face to your neck, leaving a kiss trail along sensitive skin. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every moment. His hand slipped under the edge of your sweater, drawing light lines along your skin, and a shiver ran through you from head to toe.

"Are you sure?" you asked, trying to keep a minimum of control, even if your voice betrayed the desire you felt.

Levi paused for a moment, looking you in the eye with a smile that was a mixture of sweetness and determination. " I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life."

"Come on, Colwill! It’s time to get out there!" shouted a familiar voice, probably Noni.

Levi puffed, his face a mask of frustration, but a funny smile flashed on his lips. "Saved by the bell, eh?" He said, looking at you with a mixture of regret and desire.

"Saved you," you replied with a mischievous smile, giving him a slight tap on the chest before getting up. "Now go play. I’ll wait for you in the stands."

He stood up, setting his shirt and patting his hair. " This is not over," he said, approaching again to give you a last kiss, sweet but still full of that unresolved passion. " Wait for me after the game."

With your heart still in turmoil, you left the dressing room and returned to your seat on the bleachers. But you knew that the evening, however intense it had already been, was far from over.

---

The game was over, and Chelsea had won with a clear dominance. In the stands, you had shouted and applauded, but your mind was still anchored to that moment in the dressing room. You were looking forward to being alone with Levi again, and the look on his face when he left the camp only confirmed that the feeling was mutual.

As you drove home, the air was tense. Levi drove in silence, but his hand was resting on your thigh, fingers drumming at a slow, almost calculated rhythm. You felt every touch like a lightning through your body, and the look that he sometimes threw on you only fuelled the expectation.

You tried to distract yourself by looking out of the window, but your eyes inevitably turned on him. The jaw is clamped, the hands firmly on the steering wheel, but above all the tension evident in his body. The fabric of his trousers betrayed his condition: the erection was clearly visible, and Levi seemed to make an immense effort to maintain control.

"Levi..." you started, your voice low and a little uncertain.

He did not look away from the street, but a small smile appeared on his lips. " Say nothing," he muttered, his hand lightly clenching on your thigh. "If you start talking, I don’t guarantee to get home."

The tone of his voice was deep, and sent a shiver down your back. You decided not to provoke him further, but your hand rested on his, gently touching it. You felt the grip become more firm and a slight sigh escape him.

"You’re playing with fire," he said after a moment, finally turning to you when you stopped at a red light. His eyes were dark, full of restrained desire, and the way he looked at you made everything else seem irrelevant.

You did not answer, but the mischievous smile you threw at him was enough to shake his head, a mixture of frustration and adoration on his face. When the traffic light turned green, I started driving again, but the tension in the small space of the car was almost palpable.

When you finally arrived home, Levi pulled over and turned off the engine with a brusque gesture. Before i could say anything, he got out of the car and opened your door, holding your hand.

"Come," he said, his voice a little hoarse, but the tone firm.

As soon as you entered, Levi closed the door behind you and turned to you, his gaze like it was digging into you. " Do you know how hard it was to sit there with you next to me and do nothing?" he asked, approaching you with slow but determined steps.

You backed slightly, until you felt the cold wall against your back. " I guess..." you replied with a smile that you couldn’t hold back.

"Oh, imagine that?" he replied, stopping a few inches from you, his body almost pressing against yours. His hands were resting on your hips, and the heat that emanated seemed to completely envelop you.

"Levi, the challenge..." you murmured, even though your words lacked conviction.

"The challenge is already over," he said with a mischievous smile. "At least for me. I can’t hold back any longer."

Levi did not wait any longer. With a firm hand on your life, he pulled you towards himself, eliminating the space between you, and his lips captured yours with a force that left you breathless. The kiss was intense, desperate, as if it were pouring out all the tension and frustration accumulated in the last few weeks at that moment.

His lips moved with unstoppable passion, and the warmth of his body almost seemed to burn through your clothes. His hands were not firm: one slid down your back, holding you against him, while the other lay on the side of your face, the thumb caressing your cheek with a sweetness contrasting to the strength of the kiss.

You could feel every emotion he was holding back. Every movement of his lips, every pressure of his fingers conveyed the frustration and desire he had repressed during those weeks of challenge. You were overwhelmed, your thoughts elusive while you answered with the same intensity, your hands anchored to his back as if you feared falling.

"You have no idea how much I missed you so much," he muttered against your lips, his broken voice, his heavy breath. He looked into your eyes for a moment, and his gaze burned with a mixture of desire and relief, as if he had finally found something essential.

"Levi..." whispers, not knowing what to say. Every word seemed superfluous compared to what you were both communicating through your bodies.

"Don’t talk to me about challenges," he added, the tone low and decided. "I can’t resist anymore, not after all this time. You... are too much for me."

His lips went back to look for yours, but this time the kiss was different. Less aggressive, but no less intense. It was as if he wanted to take the time to taste you, to remember every detail of you. His hands explored you with a delicacy that contrasted with the uncontrollable energy he had shown a moment before.

You felt its tension in the contracted muscles, the way it slightly tightened your hips, and especially the irregular breath that touched your skin every time it was just taken off to catch its breath. It was a deep, almost visceral need, and you were his only thought.

"If only you knew how much I wanted you," she continued, the barely audible voice as she bent down to kiss your neck. His light beard touched your skin, causing shivers down your back. " Every time I saw you, every time you smiled... it was torture."

His kisses on your neck became slower but not less intense, and each contact seemed a reminder of the frustration that had accumulated. You felt his heart beat against your chest, and the way his hands held you made you realize he would not let go easily.

You started to lower his pants and his underwear and then kneel in front of him and moaned seeing how hard his big cock was.

You put your hand around his cock and started sawing it. He groans with pleasure and finally feels a little relief on his cock after so long. You looked at it and started to take it in your mouth, trying to take it all and suffocating yourself too but you didn’t care, at this moment you just wanted to satisfy Levi.

Your hand moved it on your balls and you started to stroke them while you kept sucking his cock. Levi moaned and put his hand on your head to help push his hips further towards you and moaned. "fuck baby, this mouth is made for me" he said pulling his head back and closing his eyes enjoying your mouth on his cock.

Levi started to fuck your mouth and you were moaning hearing his groans and you were getting even more excited. You raised your eyes to look at him and were moaning at the sight of Levi enjoying the moment.

You rolled your tongue on his cock and sucked it faster playing with his balls and he groaned coming into your mouth. Levi sighed and then you get up immediately and quickly take off all your clothes and you took his shirt revealing his beautiful physique.

Levi laid you on the couch opening your legs and licking your pussy. You moaned at the sudden touch as he continued his assault on your pussy that he had wanted to lick for all the time he was doing this challenge.

You moaned as he was sucking you and licking your pussy like a hungry man. "I missed this pussy, always a nice taste for me," said Levi moaning near your pussy sending vibrations to your pussy making you moan loudly.

"Baby please" you whispered as you pushed your hips on his face and he licked more intensely making you cum on his face.

"So good for me," said Levi before moving his lips to yours and kissing you.

Levi turned you, putting you on your stomach and lifting your ass, then penetrated you with a strong blow making both of them moan.

He placed his hands on your hips and closed his eyes for a moment to get you used to his huge size while he was going crazy feeling how your pussy was holding him.

"shit, you’re squeezing my dick" he said moaning as he started to move. First slowly and sensually to get you used even more but then feeling that you were getting more and more eager began to fuck you like a fucking animal. Putting one hand on your neck and holding it while the other hand held it on your hair to make your back arch more.

Both of you were moaning loudly while Levi fucked you. "It’s so beautiful" you said whining as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into you.

"I missed this tight little pussy," he said, giving you more hard blows. Then he took your hand off your neck and slapped your left ass two times, making you moan louder and bow more against him. "Not to mention this beautiful ass" he continued.

You in return could only moan while he kept fucking you more and I start leaving many clamps and marks on your neck while whispering dirty words to your mouth. "You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fucked you during this fucking challenge".

Levi start pushing you more inside and you came cumming on his dick. He took off his cock and turned you around and put his dick back in your pussy to fuck you with the missionary.

You kissed with love, lust, desire and hunger. When you have detached from the kiss he besides fucking sucks your nipples and played with your butt making you moan more and more.

You could have sworn that tomorrow for sure you won’t have the voice anymore because of how you were screaming and especially you couldn’t walk because of how you were fucking.

You watched as Levi started to fuck you harder and he put his hand on your neck while you moaned seeing how sexy it was above you.

"You’re so beautiful" you whispered through the groans and he smiled sweetly then kissed you sweetly but keeping the same brutal rhythm while fucking you.

"You take it so well" he mumbled through the kisses and you groaned.

You came on his dick again and he after three more brutal blows came inside you.

You both moaned and Levi lowered his head to the incline of your body as he gave you sweet kisses on the neck and you caressed his hair, enjoying this moment of silence.

He looked up and smiled softly at you, then kissed you softly again. "I love you y/n, you are my life" he whispered, detaching himself from your lips but without moving away. You smiled softly to kiss him again and whisper "me too" through your kisses.

You kept kissing each other and then you chuckled as you felt his cock harden inside of you again and you knew perfectly well that a long evening was waiting for you but you didn’t mind at all.

[deanwritings]

The Guest House - Chapter 12

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,760

A/N: I'm back! Therapy has been great, I'm feeling like myself and that I can breath again. It's been a tough year and ya girl's mind needed a restart, but I am back and doing good.

Also, hope this chapter can be a bit of escape with the election insanity this week. Take care of yourselves everyone! 💖

Dean squeezes his eyes shut as he rests against the door.

What the fuck are you doing? Is all that rings in his mind.

Here he is, with some random girl who's staying in his guest house, put there by his bitch of an ex wife, basically groping her while his mother is a room away. Like he’s seventeen again. 

Really and truly. What the fuck. Are. You. Doing?

Dean rubs an exasperated hand down his face, the heels of his palms digging into his eyes before his hands slap down against his sides. 

It’s the whiskey. He tells himself. Just the whiskey. 

It has nothing to do with your smile. Like when you lit up on the track when you found out Rick would be taking you racing in your dream car. 

Nor your smart ass remarks that always seem to be waiting behind those pretty lips of yours. Or how you drive him crazy in the best and worst ways. Like making him say “please” in the garage this afternoon. 

It definitely has nothing to do with the way you look at him, no longer with disdain, but more recently with shining Y/E/C eyes and something that makes him want to throw you against this damn door, his nose running down the delicate skin of your neck as he takes you in as his hands explore every part of you. 

It also doesn’t help how you react to him; like when he turned your manners game around on you in the garage, and your eyes lit up in a way that made him want to throw you across the hood of Baby and have his way with you. Then just now in the hallway, how you seemed to want this as much as he did. How you leaned into him at his touch, the feel of your curves everywhere as he held you against him.

Those god damn hips. 

Dean’s jaw tightens at the thought, his teeth grinding down as something besides his heart rate starts to rise. 

Fuck. His head falls back with a thud against the doorframe. 

Y/N is hardly the first woman he’s been attracted to since his separation from Lisa. Hell, in the beginning, women were what kept his mind off his imploded marriage. Benny had laughed that Dean was making up for lost time since he and Lisa had gotten together when they were so young, but in reality, Dean just hated coming home to an empty house every day. All he could think of was Lisa and Gavin in his house. In his bed.  

But Dean would be lying to himself if this was only attraction. Ever since their hike, he’s found himself looking towards your cabin everyday before work, hoping to catch a glance of you before he has to leave. When sitting at his empty dining table, he would think about texting you, or maybe even going over and knocking on the cabin door, envisioning interrupting your own meal and riling you up in the process. Watching that fire come alive in you set something alive in Dean. It was like a wildfire, and he was happily caught in its path. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Somehow, at some point, you had drawn him in, and god damn did he want more. So much more. 

And it’s not just your body he wants to get to know. He’s found himself wondering what your favorite color is, or what movies you like to watch. He wanted to know, besides him, what made you tick? What makes you happy?

Could I make her happy?

Dean shakes his head and toes his boots off, shaking his head, trying to rid his thoughts of you. He doesn’t want to think about that last question, because he knows the answer. 

And while he tries to focus on undressing, his body is not willing to let go of the idea of you just yet.  

He’s wound up, and god damnit did he need a release. 

He undoes his belt and reaches into his boxers, feeling himself strain against the fabric as he takes a deep breath. He grunts, squeezing his eyes shut before pulling his hand out of his pants.

He shakes his head. He can’t do this. Not with you a wall away and his mother across the hall. He has some self respect. Not much, but he couldn’t sink as low as jerking off to you while you slept in his little brother’s room.

Sam.

And just like that, thinking of Sammy snaps him out of it. He relaxes with a deep breath, the tension finally beginning to fade away.

For extra measure, he pushes himself off the door and pulls it open, striding quickly down the hall to the unoccupied bathroom. He locks the door behind him and reaches into the shower and throws the water on. He drops his undone pants, letting them and his boxers pool around his feet before stepping out of them and throwing his sweater over his head before stepping into the shallow tub. 

He takes in a sharp breath as the cold spray of the shower meets his heated skin, his teeth clenched tight as he drowns himself under the stream as he works to think about anything but you.

Your eyes flutter open, a glimmer of the morning sun sneaking through the gaps of the curtained window. You take in a deep breath, flipping from your side to your back and sigh as you look up at the ceiling. 

Your mind is still reeling from last night; Dean’s hands holding you tight against him, his lips teasing your neck. 

You shut your eyes and swallow.

It was simultaneously one of the hottest and most frustrating things a man has ever done to you. Of course you had wished he had done a hell of a lot more, but the tease of it somehow made it that much more exciting. It made you wonder what else was in store for you. Just a sweet little taste of the possibilities that was Dean Winchester. 

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand beside you, and you shake off last night’s memories as you lean over to pick it up, the screen reading 9:52 with a few notifications beneath it.  

Shit. You quickly sit up. Normally, this would be a regular wakeup time for you on vacation or on the weekends, but you were a guest in someone’s home, and it felt incredibly rude to be up here sleeping while they were most likely downstairs waiting for you. 

As you scramble out of bed, the throb from last night’s wine is front and center in your head. You reach into your purse and throw back two Advil with a swash of water that you set out on your bedside last night before you throw on some fuzzy socks and a hoodie large enough to snuggle yourself into.

Before you reach for the door, you peek at yourself in the full-length mirror and grimace. You smooth down your hair and give it a fluff with your fingers before you reach into your makeup bag, dabbing on some concealer under your eyes and on a few of your red spots, with a light swipe of subtle blush on your cheeks before you deem you look good enough without looking like you’re trying.

You take a deep breath and open the door, taking in the quiet hallway and noticing both the doors to Mary and Dean’s rooms are ajar.

Fuck. You were at least hoping Dean might have also slept in after last night. But no such luck. 

You head down the stairs, your hand on the rail so you don’t slip in your socks before you wander into the kitchen. Mary is sitting at the table in front of the windows, one of her legs propped up and her head hidden by a book. Dean is hunched on a barstool at the island, a plate of food in front of him, currently being shoveled into his mouth, his usual caveman behavior, you’ve noticed, when it comes to food. 

“Morning,” you offer softly as you head over to the coffee maker, a half pot waiting for you. Mary had given you a tour of the kitchen while you cooked dinner last night, and you reach into the cabinet above the brewer and grab a light yellow ceramic mug and fill it about 3/4s of the way.

“Milk’s in the fridge.” Dean mumbles over the food in his mouth and you turn to face him fully. His eyes are cast down at a paper spread flat in front of him next to his breakfast. A smile you hadn’t intended falls at his lack of attention and you head over to the fridge, pouring until your coffee resembles the color of sand. Exactly how you liked it. 

“Want some coffee with that milk?” That deep voice rings out again, and this time when you look up, you’re met with Dean’s enchanting, forest eyes. Your heart skips a beat in your chest and you recap the milk before putting it away and closing the fridge door.

“Some of us enjoy flavor.” You smirk at him as you lean against the counter behind you, your hands wrapped tightly around the warmed mug, the kitchen cool in this March morning. 

“Milk doesn’t have flavor.” Dean grumbles, shoving a fork filled with eggs into his mouth. You frown at him. 

It’s like the tale of two Deans. The suave, sexy sweatered Dean who looks at you like he’ll throw you over your shoulder and make you scream until your voice is hoarse, and the pain-in-the-ass, mannerless idiot you’ve mostly grown accustomed to these last few weeks. 

Looks like you were getting the idiot this morning. You sigh at your own disappointment and swallow down your frown, wondering what that means about last night. 

When you don’t respond, Dean looks back to you, a question in his eyes. 

“There’s a plate for you in the oven.” Dean points his fork to said appliance. You turn your head, following the direction of his utensil-turned-compass.

“Oh,” your shoulders drop. “You didn’t have to save me a plate.” You feel your cheeks flush at the thought that they waited for you so long this morning that they had to keep a plate warm for you in the oven. 

“Oh don’t worry, Dean made it fresh.” Mary peeks out from behind her book for a quick second before disappearing again behind the cover. Dean drops his fork with a clank and shoots his mother a look, one she misses. 

You push off the counter and pad over to the oven. You pull open the door to find a blue ceramic plate.

No way.

You pull out the plate from the oven, the platter only slightly warm, and are greeted with two pancakes and a side of bacon. 

You quickly close the oven and turn on your heel facing Dean.

“You made me pancakes?” Your voice catches in your throat as you stare down at the fluffy buttermilk pancakes sitting poised on the plate. 

“Yeah, well, mom made eggs and I know your picky ass won’t eat those. Can’t have you starve before a big day.” Dean’s eyes met yours for only a moment before he shifts on the barstool and returns to his paper. 

You smile, even though Dean’s not looking at you anymore. You maneuver around the kitchen, grabbing a fork and knife before settling down at the island, a barstool between you and Dean.

You turn and look at him, his shapely jawline adorned with a devilish level of scruff.

“Thank you.” You say earnestly. This catches Dean’s attention, his gaze finding and holding yours long enough to make your heart skip a beat. 

“Don’t mention it.” He lingers on you for a moment longer before turning back to his paper and flipping a page. 

Your lips quirk but you try to not think too much on it as you begin digging in; the pancakes, buttery and full of vanilla, melting deliciously in your mouth. 

The rest of breakfast goes on in silence; Mary reading her book, Dean focused on the paper, and you left flipping through your phone since no one seemed interested in chatting. 

As you load up your dishes in the dishwasher, Dean folders his paper up and slaps it down on the counter before sitting up straight and crossing his arms as he stares you down.

“Think you can be ready in an hour?” Your face falls.

“More notice would have been nice, but yes, I can be ready in an hour.” 

“Good, cause we’re leaving in an hour.” You cross your arms, matching his stance.

“You don’t say.” Dean rolls his eyes at you and you huff. 

“Just go get ready.” He shakes his head, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. 

Such a pain in the ass. A handsome pain with a handsome ass. But still a pain. 

“Fine. See you in an hour.”

Forty-seven minutes later, you’re showered, your hair is dried and curled into a soft wave, and you’re putting on the finishing touches of your makeup when there’s a soft knock on your door.

You peek at your watch.

“I still have thirteen minutes!” You call out. 

Dean really was pushing the boundaries today. And it was driving you crazy. 

He practically dry humps you last night, ignores you this morning, but makes you a delicious breakfast because he remembered you hate eggs. The man was impossible and it was starting to annoy you. And frustrate you, in a way you were not used to. You bite down on your lip.

“It’s just me.” Mary’s gentle voice calls back.

Shit. 

You drop your mascara into your makeup bag and push yourself off the floor and scurry to the door.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize as soon as Mary comes into view. “I assumed you were Dean.” You offer a half smile as Mary chuckles.

“It’s okay. Mind if I come in.” You step aside and open the door fully, allowing Mary to step in. 

“I just wanted to see if you need any help with your outfit.”

“My outfit?” Your brow furrows, and you look over to your bed where your black chunky sweater and jeans lay waiting for you. Mary’s eyes follow your line of sight. 

“I’m going to guess Dean didn’t give you a heads up, since men never think about these things, but these car shows tend to be on the dresser side.”

Fuck. No, Dean did not tell you that. Your jeans were the nicest thing you brought with you. 

“Yeah, he failed to mention that.” Now you stare at your outfit, anxiety flooding through you at the thought of sticking out for being underdressed. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Mary just smiles at you.

“Come with me.” She waves at you before heading out of the room, and like you’re told, you follow her, heading across the hall and into her bedroom.

The room is large and full of windows and natural light. The lake-chic theme of the downstairs continues through the primary bedroom, with white furniture, a canopy bed with a blue bedspread that matches the wainscot walls, and yellow accents throughout the room. On one of the dressers is a large, framed, selfie of Mary and John, which looks more recent than a lot of the pictures in the living room. Mary’s smile is bright as ever as John kisses her cheek, the two of them in heavy jackets and beanie hats, the hint of snow behind them. 

Mary continues through the room, stopping in a short hallway before disappearing through a doorway. 

“I’ve got a few options that will probably fit you.” Mary’s muffled voice carries through the open doorway before she steps back into view, several hangers in her hand. “You look to be about my size from twenty years ago. And luckily I’m terrible at throwing out old clothes.” She chuckles as she lays out her six options on the ombre comforter that probably matches the lake when it’s not frozen. 

They’re all a mix of dresses, different colors and styles, but the fifth from the end catches your eye.

“Ohh, how about that one.”

Dean taps his foot as he waits in the foyer, checking his watch again. It’s now been an hour and seven minutes since you went upstairs. 

“God dammit woman,” he mutters out in a sigh. 

He meant to tell you last night what time you had to be ready, but the two of you got a little preoccupied. Now he was paying for it by not giving you more of a heads up. 

He should have said something the moment you came downstairs this morning, but he wasn't ready to face you right at that moment. The dreams he had about you last night made it hard to look you in the eyes. And when he finally did, you looked absolutely beautiful, sleep still in your Y/E/C eyes and a glow in your cheeks. You looked like you belonged here, resting against the counter in his mother’s kitchen, cozied up in some giant hoodie and pajama pants with coffee-flavored milk in your hands. 

The floor above him creaks and he turns quickly on his heel, his face dropping with his mood when he sees who it is. 

“Is she ready yet?” Dean all but whines to his mother as she descends. Rather than answer him, she stops two steps from the bottom, standing slightly higher than her statuesque son, and smacks him right in the side of the head.

“Ow!” Dean’s hand jumps to where his mother landed her stinging blow. Not that there was much power behind her swat, but she hasn’t smacked him like this since he was a teenager. 

“What the hell was that for?” Dean bemoans with a grimace, cradling his head.

“Dean Michael Winchester.” Dean’s eyebrows furrow at his mother’s use of his full name.

This was not good.

“You didn’t think,” Mary takes another step down. “To one,” she raises a finger. “Tell her that the car show is cocktail attire.”

Shit. 

“And two.” The second finger goes up. “What time to be ready. So don’t you stand here with a puss face asking when she’s going to be ready.” Dean drops his hand at his mother’s scolding and rolls his eyes. 

He starts to shake his head when Mary’s hand makes contact again, the surprise sending Dean stumbling.

“OW!” Dean yells louder this time, more annoyed than actually hurt. With how much smaller Mary was compared to him, Dean doubted she could actually hurt him even if she really wanted to.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, Dean.” Her voice is sharp as her grass-green eyes stare him down. 

“I’m sorry, fine.” Dean concedes. “I just didn’t think about it.” But Mary doesn’t break eye contact.

“She’ll be down in a few minutes.” Mary gives him one last pointed look before taking the final step down and disappearing into the living room. 

Dean watches her go before glancing back towards the empty staircase, sighing out his frustration and giving you a few more minutes of grace.

Three minutes and forty-two seconds later, Dean is leaning against the frame of the front door when the upstairs landing groans again.

Dean’s head whips in that direction as he pushes off the door, just in time to see you take the first step. You’re wearing the black heeled boots you had on yesterday, but it’s paired with a strapless beige dress, the edges trimmed in black with a matching belt wrapped tight around the gentle curve of your waist.

Without thinking, Dean lets out a low, impressed whistle, ignoring the pounding in his chest as he stands up just a little straighter. 

Your hair is down, styled off to one side, with the most makeup Dean has seen you in so far; with full, dark lashes, pink cheeks, and bright red lips, which Dean can’t seem to look away from.

Something else is starting to stand a little straighter too.

Dean clears his throat, and offers out a hand as you get to the last step.

“Thanks,” you reply gently before you drop his hand and head for the coat rack.

“You look nice.” Dean’s now taking in the view of you from the back, leaving little to the imagination like those workout pants did a few weeks ago as the dress seemed to hug your body perfectly. 

Damn. And here mom thought you weren’t prepared. 

You spin on your heel, one arm shimming into your jacket sleeve, your eyes as bright at your smile.

“Thanks.” You repeat. “The dress is your mom’s.” You smirk.

Dean’s mouth drops open as his stomach falls.

“Please don’t tell me that.” Dean groans. The last thing he needs to think about is his mom in that dress. The same dress he was just checking out your ass in.

You just quietly chuckle as your other arm flails for your second sleeve, just missing the opening.

Without a word, Dean steps closer, grabbing your jacket for you and holding it steady so you can slip your arm into. Once it’s in, Dean raises your jacket just a bit before resting it on your shoulders. 

You turn back to him with a smile of thanks, which he can’t help but return.

“Ready?” 

“Sure am.” 

Dean opens the front door for you and you step outside into the bracing afternoon air.

“Have fun, kids!” Mary’s voice travels behind the two of you as Dean steps outside and closes the door behind him. 

You take gentle steps across the driveway, avoiding the few patches of ice that are still lingering. This gives Dean the opening he needs to step in front of you, getting to the passenger door of the Impala about three steps ahead of you.

Without a word, he pulls open the door.

“Wow, getting the full gentleman treatment today, huh.” Your cheek dimples with your half smile as you lower yourself into the passenger seat. Dean smiles down at you.

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.” You chuckle as Dean gently shuts the door before heading around to the driver’s seat and hopping in.

With one last check of the mirrors, Dean backs out of the driveway, and the two of you were off. 

[moonlightisdancing]

Grapefruit Juice/j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ jealousy, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dom josh/sub reader, food play, a little bit of discipline & cockwarming if you squint, mocking/teasing, praisepraisepraise

as always pls lmk if any tags are missed

a/n: this one’s been brewing since this picture dropped… sorry to keep it for so long…

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“I don’t like that you do that.” You huff, throwing yourself into a chair opposite of where Josh’s sitting.

“What’s the matter? Jealous?” He smirks, stretching his arm across the back of the couch.

“No! Just- what if you get sick or something? It’s not always about jealousy, Josh.”

“Seems to me like you’re pretty jealous. Maybe I should bring one of those girls back here instead.”

“What do you mean?” You know what he means, you were more giving him a chance to fix his statement than you were asking for clarification.

“I mean I came back here, ready to fuck my girl after a long show, and she’s bitching because I kissed a couple fans. But those fans,” He leans forward while waving his hand towards the door of the green room. “They’d be glad to watch me touch myself, let alone be the one doing it.”

“Then do it.” If he wants to play games, you’ll play, too. You knew he wouldn’t actually bring someone backstage, especially for sex, it was more risky than a kiss. Josh sighs and stands from the couch before making his way to the door.

“Yeah? And make you watch?” A tinge of jealousy resurfaces as you watch him slowly wrap his fingers around the door handle. He looks back at you, almost waiting for you to protest his actions, but you don’t. No matter how much jealousy boils inside, you won’t let him win. Gripping the arm rests with your hands, you begin pushing yourself out of the chair.

“Aht, sit and stay.” Josh glares at you with a hint of annoyance, his coffee brown eyes warning you to obey him.

The worst part is you did obey him.

Sitting and wallowing in your shame, you wait for what feels like forever before Josh returns. His presence lingers behind the door, his voice low as he speaks to someone. When a female voice responds, all sense of security is ripped from you. The door handle rustles before finally opening, Josh peeking his head through the gap.

“Look at you, all obedient and shit,” He quips, staring deep into your soul as he brings the rest of his body inside the room, shutting the door behind him. He changed and returned with… A grapefruit? Josh is wearing his usual outfit, those damned khaki pants and a white t-shirt he somehow always kept white. He barely removed his makeup, remnants of black eyeliner smeared across his lower lash line. Your eyes can’t stop watching as he tosses the grapefruit in his hand, effortlessly catching it each time.

Josh makes his way to the couch in silence, leaning back into the cushions as he continues staring at you. He was playing a game, granted you weren’t sure what kind. Josh digs his thumbs into the top of the grapefruit, and just when you think he’d start peeling it, he turns it around and presses his thumbs into the other side. You inch yourself forward on the chair, trying your best to understand what the hell he’s doing. While he continues with the silence, working his fingers into the fruit, you decide to keep the game going.

“So where’s the lucky girl?” You chide, and disregarding the length of your skirt you cross one leg over the other. Josh’s eyes can’t help but meet your lace covered core as you catch him biting his lip.

“Oh, she’s right in front of me,” He sighs, licking the grapefruit juice off his thumbs before adjusting himself on the couch. “Except I wouldn’t call her lucky.”

The sight of his thumbs tucked between his pretty lips drives you mad. Oh how you wish it was your mouth he shoved his fingers into until you gagged on the flavor.

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“Because you’re not allowed to touch me, only watch.” His free hand reaches down and begins undoing the zipper and button to his pants, he isn’t wearing underwear allowing his thick cock to be instantly on display. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, and quickly fall at the remembrance of his words.

Not allowed to touch.

But you were instructed to watch, so you do. Your eyes fix on his hands fiddling the grapefruit and only then did you put the pieces together. Josh’s left hand slowly inches down his torso until his cock is settled in his palm, his right hand bringing the grapefruit to his tip. Josh winces at the feeling of the cold citrusy juice dripping down his length onto his pelvis. All you want is to lick him clean as the juice continues spilling onto his tan skin. Each painfully slow flick of his wrist makes more of a mess both of him and you, a warm slick pooling at your core. Desperate for any sort of contact, you squeeze your crossed legs tighter together and roll your hips.

“Shame you’ve been such a brat, wish your pussy was making a mess instead…” Josh furrows his brows as he works the deep pink fruity flesh over his shaft, careful not to make too much of a mess on the white couch below him.

“Please?” You desperately whine at the thought of him inside of you.

“I don’t think so. Sit back for me, mamas.” He gestures with his left hand, his right still slowly working the grapefruit over his cock. You follow his instructions, uncrossing your legs to sit back against the chair.

“Go ahead, touch yourself for me.” Josh instructs, his pace growing slower.

You reach your hands down and pull your panties to the side, running your fingers through your velvety folds. He hums in approval as you begin working your fingers over your bud. Having him so close yet so far away is punishment in and of itself, but your inability to get off on your own is just as bad. You watch his cock stretch the grapefruit, fucking the insides into a pulpy mess only wishing that were you. In a desperate attempt to feel any semblance of him inside, you dip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, trying to curl them the way he does. Josh raises his eyebrows and watches you in amusement, shaking his head back and forth.

“Josh…” You mewled, eyes silently begging him for more.

“You make it so hard to be mad at you,” He sighs again and stops jerking himself off, calling you over with two fingers.

You lower your legs to the ground before bringing yourself to the edge of the chair and ultimately to your knees, crawling across the floor until you kneeled between his legs. Waiting for instructions, your eyes remain fixed on the grapefruit resting at the base of his cock. Josh slowly works the citrus up his length again, hissing at the feeling as it engulfed his tip, popping off the top with a lewd sound that echoes against the walls.

“See that?” He asks in a deep, sultry voice, gesturing to the fruit induced mess at the base of his cock.

“Mhm...” You hum and nod.

“Clean it up.”

You begin reaching your hand up, and when your fingers barely wrap around his shaft, he slaps your hand and grabs your wrist.

“Did I tell you to touch me?” He scoffs, tossing your arm to the ground.

“Well, how am I-”

“How am I?” He mocks, a smirk forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re allowed to use your tongue, that’s it. Now clean it up.”

With the sting of his touch fresh on your hand, you’re much more mindful of where your hands rest as you begin licking his skin clean. You aren’t typically one for grapefruit, but Josh makes it your favorite flavor. You lap at and slurp the tangy juice and pulp, dragging your tongue across every inch of his pelvis and cock until nothing remains on his skin. Josh nods as you hover your mouth over his leaking tip, giving you permission to feed his shaft into your mouth.

You are careful, mindful and gentle with each passing of your tongue over his delicate skin, grateful he’s allowing you to touch him so much. Hesitantly, you bring one hand up and press it against his balls, softly rolling them in your palm. It’s not long before precum leaks from his tip, quickly followed by his hot release as he begins fucking your throat. Stinging in the back of your throat is present accompanied by tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as his cum spills down your throat.

“Such a good girl, swallow for me.” He encourages.

At the conclusion of your task, Josh brings his hand to cradle your face, wiping your tears before trailing his thumb down to trace your bottom lip.

“You want a treat?” Josh asks almost condescendingly, but you know he means well.

You nod your head yes and his other hand meets your lips with a wedge of grapefruit tucked between his thumb and index, gently pushing the sticky fruit into your mouth. Josh continues pushing pieces of tangy goodness onto your tongue, praising you when each piece was swallowed.

“So pretty when your mouth’s full, mamas.”

“Thank you,” You blush, turning into his palm. It’s amazing how even in these moments he remains sweet as can be.

“C’mere,” Josh helps you to your feet, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs to guide you over his waist. His fingertips knead your skin, lips working over the bit of cleavage your tank top allows. Josh’s hands inch up until they meet your panties, tugging them to the side with fervor. He reaches his hand further between your thighs until ultimately giving you what you want, his fingers buried deep inside. You fight the urge to grasp onto his shoulders as you follow his instructions, instead digging your nails into your own thighs.

Not allowed to touch.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” Josh’s breath hitches in his throat as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out. The only thing you want more in this moment is to sink down onto his length and feel him the closest way you can. Sensing your desire, he removes his fingers and places his hands on your hips, pushing you down onto his cock. Still unsure if you can touch him, you grip the edges of your skirt instead, your knuckles turning white with pleasure.

Josh holds you down on his cock as he begins kissing up your neck, sending chill bumps across your skin and drawing a whine from your lips. You could feel the heat creeping across your chest and cheeks as his teeth grazed your earlobe.

“You can touch me now,” Josh mumbled into your skin. It’s a matter of seconds before your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, tugging handfuls at the base as he gently starts to fuck into your aching pussy.

Josh’s hands travel from your hips to laying flat across your back before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. Each thrust is intentional and melodic in its own way, the unusual angle hitting new spots neither of you knew about. Josh’s forehead becomes coated in a thin sheen of sweat pressed against your chest as his lips leave marks across your breasts.

Your head falls forward, cheek resting against Josh’s curly mess of hair as your arms wrap around his head and neck. The two of you find a rhythm that works, switching between lifting your hips and slamming them down to match his movements and grinding your clit against his pelvis. You pull his hair enough to bring his head back, exposing his lips to the cool air of the room. His chin is wet in a delicious combination of sweat and saliva from the open mouth kissing across your breasts, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing your lips against his to taste him. He tastes sweet, salty and desperate in all of the right ways.

Passion and pleasure washes the two of you as you both come undone in one anothers grasp, the unraveling threads intertwining and sewing you together. Soft uh’s and both your names fill the air as you tighten around Josh’s length, ultimately aiding in his warm release pouring into you. You think of the way his pretty pink cock looked tearing through the grapefruit, thankful that you got to feel the stretch he previously only let you watch from across the room.

The two of you lay together, Josh’s softening dick still buried inside your throbbing cunt. Even without being hard, he fills you perfectly. Tired kisses are exchanged alongside a mumbled mix of I love you’s and other domestic thoughts before he clears his throat and speaks.

“You done being jealous now?” Josh chides, smirking against your lips.

“M’not jealous.” You groaned.

“S’okay if you are, you’re still my baby.”

[skzartemis]

𝐿𝒾𝒶𝓇

Chapter 1

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Pairing: Chan x F!reader x Felix Genre: SKZ ninth member au, angst, forbidden love, cheating, fluff Summary: Felix- the sunshine of her life, someone who she valued the most. Chan- the person that she fell for when she knows it's impossible. Status: ongoing Taglist: Open

“Hi STAYs~” Y/N cheerfully waved at the computer screen in front of her, her bright smile glowing as thousands of comments quickly appeared on the screen.

“This is the first time that I've started a live alone after moving dorms! Now I basically have an apartment all to myself!” She threw her hands up dramatically before leaning forward to skim through the fast-moving comments.

“How does it feel to live without the other members?” Y/N repeated one of the questions a STAY had asked. She tilted her head in thought, tapping her chin playfully. “Well... it feels weird to not have Minho hyung cooking in the kitchen, Bin constantly shouting at Hyune or Sungie over games... But! It also feels amazing to have peace. No one can steal her snacks now!”

She smirked, throwing a wink at the camera. The chat exploded with comments.

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STAY: Blink if you like Felix 

STAY: Can you do a heart pose 

Yong.lixx: Heyyyyyyy 

STAY: IS THAT FELIX? 

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“Wait—wait—hold on!” Y/N's eyes widened, her finger hovering above the screen. She squinted dramatically. “Is that... Lix?” She blinked rapidly, leaning closer to make sure she was reading the username correctly.

“Lixie? Why are you here~” she asked with a chuckle, her voice softening slightly. Her ears turned red, and she awkwardly adjusted her position, trying to hide her growing embarrassment. The chat became even more chaotic, and she pretended not to notice the teasing comments popping up.

Suddenly, the door to her room creaked open behind her.

Y/N jumped, whipping her head around so quickly her hair swished. Standing there was a tall male with black hair peeking his head into the room.

“Yah! Channie hyung! Don't scare me like that!” she shouted, clutching her chest dramatically.

Chan stepped into the room, laughing. “Didn't know you get scared that easily. What are you doing, anyway?” He leaned over slightly, trying to see her screen. His head tilted in curiosity, but he wasn’t quite in view of the camera yet.

“Oh! I'm live with STAYs~” Y/N explained, turning back to the computer and grinning at the chat. “Do you want to say hi to STAYs?”

Chan smirked before poking his hand into the frame. “Hi STAYs~” he said, his deep voice carrying a playful tone.

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STAY: OH her GOD IT'S CHAN

STAY: Wait- why is he in her room? 

STAY: Are they dating????

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Chan laughed when he caught a glimpse of the comments. “Whoa, they're fast.” He sat down cross-legged on the floor next to Y/N's chair, reaching up to ruffle her hair.

“Why are you making that face again?” Y/N groaned, pushing his hand away with an exaggerated pout.

“What face? I don't know what you’re talking about~” Chan grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying her reaction.

“Why are you here anyway?” she asked, trying to sound exasperated but failing to hide her smile.

“Can't I come hang out with you?” Chan pouted dramatically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Before she could respond, he held up a couple of plastic bags. “I brought you food.”

Her eyes lit up as she quickly grabbed the bags, curiosity bubbling over. “Food? You brought me food?” She began unpacking the bags, her excitement growing when she realized what was inside.

“Tteokbokki… and fish cake soup! Channie hyung, you're the best!” Y/N beamed, already digging into the food without hesitation.

“Be careful. Eat slowly, or you'll choke,” Chan said gently, shaking his head as he reached over to tie her hair back into a loose ponytail so she could eat more comfortably.

As Y/N happily chewed her food, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, she glanced up at Chan. Without a word, she grabbed a bamboo stick with fish cake and handed it to him.

“Here,” she mumbled through a mouthful of food.

“Thanks,” Chan replied, taking the stick and popping the fish cake into his mouth.

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STAY: Chan and her live in completely separate dorms… why would he be there?

STAY: I refuse to believe they're just friends!

STAY: But isn't Chan dating someone else???

STAY: Y/N is third-wheeling her own live…

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As Chan ate, he scrolled through the comments on Y/N's screen, laughing softly. “They're really… intense, huh?”

Y/N swallowed and nodded. “They always are. But it's fun.” She paused, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. “Wait, do you ever check my lives?”

Chan blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Uh… maybe?”

“You totally do,” she accused, narrowing her eyes.

“What? No way! I'm just checking on my friend, that's all~” Chan said defensively, but the cheeky grin on his face betrayed him.

“You're so nosy,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head, though the amused smile on her lips softened her words.

Chan leaned back, resting his weight on his hands as he looked up at her. “Hey, I'm just making sure you're not saying weird things to STAY. Gotta protect the group’s reputation, you know.”

“Oh, please.” Y/N rolled her eyes, stuffing another piece of tteokbokki into her mouth.

As the chat continued to flood with comments, Y/N groaned, holding up her hand to the screen. “Guys, relax! Channie hyung and I are just close friends. Don't make it weird, okay?”

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STAY: That's exactly what someone who's secretly dating would say.

STAY: Just close friends? Sure, we believe you (not really).

STAY: Felix is still in the chat, by the way. Lix, say something!

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Y/N sighed, facepalming as Chan leaned forward to squint at the comments. “Wait, Lixie's here?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, he's been here since the start,” Y/N muttered, still slightly flustered.

“Ohhh~” Chan grinned, a teasing glint in his eye. “No wonder you were blushing earlier. You got caught off guard, huh?”

“Yah!” Y/N smacked his arm lightly, her cheeks heating up again. “I wasn't blushing!”

“You totally were.”

“Hyung, stop!” she whined, turning back to the screen to distract herself. “Felix, if you're still here, say hi properly!”

The chat went wild when Felix's username popped up again.

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STAY: They're so comfortable with each other… like a married couple!

STAY: Chan, blink twice if you're dating her.

STAY: Y/N, Lix is still watching you...

Yong.lixx: Hi, Y/N! 

STAY: Felix must be jealous right now lol.

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“Hi, Lixie~ Don't just 'hi' us and leave! Come to my live properly next time!”

Chan leaned closer to the camera, waving. “Felix, come over and bring brownies next time. I’m starving.”

“Hyung, we're literally eating right now,” Y/N deadpanned, holding up a piece of tteokbokki as evidence.

“Yeah, but dessert's important too,” Chan replied with a cheeky grin.

Y/N shook her head fondly and turned her attention back to the food, occasionally glancing at the screen to read more comments. But as the live stretched on, she noticed something odd in the chat.

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STAY: Chan, is that your hoodie Y/N is wearing?

STAY: WAIT A MINUTE. IS IT HIS?

STAY: I recognize that hoodie from Chan's last live!

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Y/N froze mid-bite, glancing down at the oversized hoodie she was wearing. It was black with a simple logo on the chest—nothing too flashy, but unmistakably one of Chan's favorites.

“Oh…” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned.

“Is it mine?” Chan asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

Y/N looked at him, panicking slightly. “N-no! It's not yours! I bought it myself! It just… looks similar.”

“Really? Because I'm pretty sure I haven't seen that hoodie in my closet for a while,” Chan teased, leaning closer with a knowing look.

“Hyung!” she hissed, swatting at him. “Stop making it weird!”

The fans, however, were having none of it.

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STAY: SHE STOLE HIS HOODIE.

STAY: IT'S CONFIRMED. THEY'RE DATING.

STAY: Y/N, you’re exposed~

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Y/N sighed dramatically, burying her face in her hands. “You guys are impossible.”

Chan just laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “You know, Y/N, they're not going to let this go now.”

“Yeah, thanks to you!” she shot back, glaring at him through her fingers.

“Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who keeps stealing my clothes.”

“I DON'T—” Y/N stopped herself, realizing anything she said would only dig her deeper into the hole. Instead, she shook her head and stuffed another piece of tteokbokki into her mouth, refusing to comment further.

Seeing her flustered state, Chan decided to take pity on her. He turned to the camera and clapped his hands together. “Alright, STAY, calm down. Y/N and I are just really close, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

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STAY: But you're feeding her and tying her hair back??

STAY: Suuuure, Chan. We totally believe you.

STAY: Felix, come back and give us the tea!

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Y/N let out a small laugh, finally feeling a little less flustered. “Thank you, hyung. Now, can we focus on the food instead of creating rumors?”

Chan nodded, grinning. “Yeah, sure. Speaking of food, do you have any soda? I forgot to bring drinks.”

“Oh, I think I have some in the fridge,” Y/N said, getting up to grab it. As she walked away, Chan turned back to the camera, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“You know, she really did steal my hoodie,” he whispered with a sly grin.

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STAY: WE KNEW IT.

STAY: CHAN, WHY WOULD YOU TELL US THAT?!

STAY: Y/N is going to kill you when she finds out.

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When Y/N returned with a couple of cans of soda, she immediately noticed the mischievous look on Chan's face. Narrowing her eyes, she set the drinks down and pointed at him. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he replied, feigning innocence.

“Hyung…”

“Really, nothing!” Chan insisted, though the amused sparkle in his eyes gave him away.

Y/N huffed but decided to let it go. For now.

“Alright, I'm going to end the live soon,” she told the viewers, leaning toward the camera. “Thank you so much for hanging out with me today, STAYs! I had a lot of fun, and I'll try to go live again soon—preferably without this guy crashing it next time.” She gestured to Chan with a playful smirk.

“Hey!” Chan protested, though he was smiling.

“Bye, STAYs~” Y/N waved as the chat exploded with goodbye messages.

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STAY: BYE Y/N! BYE CHAN!

STAY: Please go live together again soon!

STAY: Felix, we need you to join next time!

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After ending the live, Y/N turned to Chan with an exasperated look. “You just had to stir things up, didn't you?”

Chan laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “Hey, it's not my fault they're obsessed with us.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. “You're impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” he replied with a wink.

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, though the fondness in her tone was undeniable.

Chan got up and flop himself onto Y/N' bed before patting the spot next to him

"Come join me~"

"Aren't you getting too comfortable in my dorm, hyung~?" Y/N chuckle while crossing her arms 

"Please, i am not the first person who has been staying overnight at your place, Minho definitely stayed here before, maybe Felix and Hanji too" Chan laughs before Y/N walks over and lay down next to him

He gently grabs her shoulders and pulls her  into his arms, then hugs her closely as he lays back down on the bed, with her on top of him

"My personal pillow" Chan teases before pulling Y/N closer to him 

"So I am your personal body pillow now?" 

He laughs and gently pats her head “Yes you are, now deal with it because I’m not letting you go anytime soon”

"Oh wow- not only have I lost my dorm, but also my personal space? You are unbelievable" Y/N chuckles 

He laughs again and pulls her even closer to his chest, then starts rubbing your back gently “Oh shush…you like it when I hold you like this, don't you?”

He laughs again when he notices how quiet Y/N became when he asked “You're going quiet on me…does this mean I'm right?”

"Maybe… I am just… falling asleep" Y/N mumbles softly while slowly drifting off to sleep 

He smiles again as he watches her slowly drift off to sleep, then pulls her close against his chest, and holds her in his arms “Sweet dreams…”

He spoke quietly as he rests his chin on top of her head and closes his eyes

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[starrgirlella]

Lurking for love? More like lurking for LORE

Hi everyone! Just two days ago, I made some interesting discoveries about LFL by just digging around the website

I'm not sure if anyone else found this out so that's why I'm going to be sharing what I found because it's very interesting

This post is going to be pretty long lol and full of my rambling. If you're interested, please take a read! Do note that English isn't my first language so I may express myself a bit weird 😭

Also IK the screenshots are pretty shitty but I'm lazy oops

To start, I have a habit of checking the sinistershrike website along with the LFL itch.io game page. Why? Well I just like looking if there are any new updates (and its my hyperfixtation so I'm constantly looking for new content)-

And I noticed that on the sinistershrike website there was a new update which some of you may or may not saw.

In summary, the game is getting custom music, prounouns are getting removed so MC is going to be gender neutral and getting called only by their name and most interesting of all: a new main character is getting added, and they're going to be dateable!

Pretty interesting, right? I immediately got curious on who that character might be since they're going to cause drama and more mysteries.

But wait! I'm still not done, hehe

Afterwards, I was just randomly looking at Jacob Alden pics thru google. Again, why? Well, I don't know either lol. It's just a habit that I do when I'm bored and sometimes when I'm lucky, I come across new things.

And this time I was lucky!

So I scrolled down to the end of the results and I saw this post which caught my eye:

What's so interesting about it? Well the fact that the creators website is linked to it. Curious, I clicked on the link and was suprised at what I saw.

(Mind you I still dont know if I'm an idiot just finding this out or not...)

Basically, it's a site containing all info about Jacob! I got really excited when I saw it bc I LOVE learning all the facts about my favourite characters and finding new official content!

When I finished looking through it I noticed two things:

1. The website adress (is that what it's called? Im sorry english isn't my first language)

So when you look at the website adress you can notice how it's linked (basically an extension) to the creators webiste which is: sinistershrike.neocities.org

The thing is; you can't open Jacobs page on the creators site. Like yes, there is a tab which says CHARACTERS but if you click on it you'll get nothing but a scary looking Jacob. Which means to get to this page you have to type the adress in yourself.

So I'm assuming the creator is purposefully hiding this Jacob page (maybe because he wants to finish pages for all characters and more)

And here's the link if you want to take a look for yourself:

https://sinistershrike.neocities.org/character/jacob

2. At the end of the page, you have links to other characters made by the creator.

Not just lurking for love, but other ocs made by him!

Though, if you click on them, you'll get nothing. Maybe they're still being made? I'm not sure.

Now, when you look at the characters for LFL, it's very interesting because we now have info on Sarah's last name AND... an unknown character? Noah Vega.

At first, I was stunned. Who could this character be? Then I went back to the creators website and remembered the mention of a new character, can you see where I'm going?

Noah Vega must be the new character! He was never mentioned before; neither in the game nor in the creators deleted blogs.

And pretty quickly I found proof which helped my theory (I SOUND SO DUMB OMG)

Now going back to the website adress thing.

So I concluded that the Jacob website is hidden from the main website for an reason, hence you can only acess it by finding it yourself. I decided to mess around with the website adress a bit, to see if I could find any more extensions/links.

I started by putting different names in the adress. I tried out: Austin, Sarah, Cedric and Alfred but they didn't lead or anything.

BUT

The only name which lead to an extension was Noah. And holy shit-

I'm finding it hard to express how shocked I was at this discovery

This is a pretty big lore drop imo! So his website shows a pinboard with various notes.

And with these notes we can conclude two things:

1. He has an gambling addiction

2. He is investigating Jacob

He definitely an detective trying to solve an old murder case involved with Jacob. Hence why the mention that the new character will add more drama and mystery to the game.

The three murdered highschoolers must be his old friends mentioned in the game: Steve, Monty and Kenny. Which he claims that they haven't talked since highschool. In reality, they were murdered by him for reasons that are unknown for now.

The website link:

https://sinistershrike.neocities.org/character/noah

And that's about it! I had fun digging around finding this new info and writing this post. I hope to see more of interesting secrets like this in the future because it's fun finding them!

I hope this post was of interest to you :)

[king-noctis69]

Public Play

Been missing some public play lately. I had a sub who we'll call Amanda who loved being played with out in public. So we were going out with some friends to a bar/arcade area and Amanda is the horny type of drinker so I wanted to have some fun when we went out. I told her I was gonna edge her the whole night we were out and I wasn't gonna be nice because I wanted to drive her crazy and see her break.

So I picked out a small plug to put in her ass and a lush to put in her pussy so she was completely stuffed. I told her she wasn't allowed to wear a bra but wanted her to wear panties cuz I was gonna use them later. She wore a skirt that went to like the middle of her thighs and a crop top. I wanted to have some easy access if I wanted it.

Before we had even left she was already horny and being the nice Dom that I am I decided to make it worse because why not. So I sat down and told her to come here, when she did I grabbed her by the hips and sat her on my lap straddling me. One hand was playing with her tits while my other hand was grabbing her ass, I started kissing her neck and it took her 2 seconds before she started grinding on me.

After a little bit we started making out and my hands were going all over her body. Listening to her moan while she was grinding I let her go for a while making her feel good before I grabbed her by her neck and made her look at me. She kept grinding when I told her "If you're a good girl and don't break tonight I'll get you off as many times as you want when we get home" She just smirked and asked me "And if I break what are you gonna do to me?" She then took my other hand and started sucking on my thumb and I told her "You'll find out when I make you break"

I grabbed her ass and picked her up so we could go since we were running a bit late. I put the lush on a very low setting for the car ride just enough that she would feel it and made her watch videos of us fucking during the ride there. Once we got to the bar I gave her a break cuz I wanted to hit her at a random time and see her try to keep her cool. We were hanging out drinking and talking with our friends catching up before we went to go play some games. She was a few drinks in and talking with her friend so I decided it was the perfect time to hit her.

I picked one of the torture settings I had that hits you hard in the beginning then calms down to a lower setting. So when I turned it on I was watching her try and keep a straight face and walk normally while talking to our friends. She gave me this fuck you sorta look which just made me smile, we started playing some of the games and I walked up behind her and wrapped my hands around her waist pushing her ass into me. I asked her how she was doing already knowing the answer.

She started digging her nails into my arm and whispered back to me "I'm so horny and I hate you right now" That just made me smirk so I whispered back to her "if you hate me now just wait babygirl I'm gonna make it so much worse for you. She flipped around wrapped her arms around me and bit me on my neck then ran away to go play the game. Obviously that made me want to torture her even more so I pulled my phone out and decided I was gonna control the lush myself. I watched as she was biting her lip fighting the urge to moan.

Was hitting her with a high setting and letting it sit there then would start to bring it down giving her a false sense or relief and when she started to loosen up would go right back to the high settings. Watching her keep dropping her head and biting her lips to not moan or squirm. I keep controlling it for a while and at one point the girls went to take a bathroom break. We were about an hour and half in and she sent me a pick of her soaked panties saying she was dying and wanted so badly to cum.

I texted her back asking if she was giving up, she took a while to respond then she sent me a pic of her flipping me off. They came back out and we kept drinking and playing games for a couple hours while I was torturing her. I would come up to her randomly and kiss and bite her neck, rub my hands on her body, whisper in her ear all the things I was gonna do to her once we were alone all while controlling the lush. Her panties were soaked by the end of the night and she was very tipsy, she decided she wasn't gonna get drunk cuz she knew she would give in if she was.

We ended the night and she didn't break. She was able to hold out because she wanted the prize instead of the punishment, it was such a fun night of torturing her and I can do a separate story time about the car ride and the sex we had when we got back home if people are interested in it

[dragqueenstarscream]

i've been waiting all my life (for you to arrive)

bot with a baby au - chapter one

after a decepticon attack leaves a newborn baby orphaned, ratchet takes it upon himself to take care of the baby until he can find her remaining family. it doesn't go as planned.

author's note: i can't believe i'm actually doing this. this was supposed to be a joke. this was supposed to be a crackfic. but here we are, because i actually managed to come up with a plot. gonna shoot for a saturday/every other saturday upload schedule so i don't overwhelm myself, whichever one ends up working out, but we'll see how that goes.

the title comes from "worlds collide" by marianas trench. if you know the story behind that song and get why i chose that line for my title, you get alllllll the brownie points.

the first lesson every medic on cybertron learned upon entering the field was that you couldn't save everyone.

of course, it was drilled into each prospective medic from day one. it wasn't meant to frighten anyone away from the field. it was simply a hard truth, and the sooner one learned it, the better.

ratchet knew it from the start. he knew going into the medical field that sometimes, bots would offline, and he could do nothing about it. as difficult as his first loss was, he was at least mentally prepared for it.

and then the war happened, and losses became the norm.

it was impossible for ratchet to not blame himself when a patient died under his care. it didn't matter if they came in with their chassis blown apart by cannonfire, tox-en circulating through their hydraulics, their faceplate bludgeoned to oblivion, or whatever horrific combination of injuries one could suffer on the battlefield. if they didn't make it home, ratchet would blame himself.

as trying and painful as being a battlefield medic was, ratchet didn't have it in him to quit. in his mind, giving up would lead to even more deaths, and it was better to dig his heels in than give in to his self doubt. and as he improved in his field, as he fought like the pit to keep soldiers and civilians alike alive in the face of impossible odds, he learned the second important lesson all medics would come to learn at some point in their careers.

he couldn't save everyone, but that would never stop him from trying.

it started with an alarm on the base computer.

it was a saturday, and the children were spending their weekend with their autobot friends. raf was playing video games with bumblebee, miko was trying to explain the plot of an anime she liked to bulkhead, and jack was hunting for his bike helmet so he and arcee could try to break their speed record. this left smokescreen wandering around the base, getting himself familiar, and optimus and ratchet standing by side by side in front of the base computer, trying to find any possible signs of the remaining relics alpha trion had sent over.

"still no luck?" ratchet asked as he moved to optimus' left.

"alpha wanted to be certain that these relics would not fall into decepticon hands," optimus said. "my only comfort is that, if we have the same information, these are as difficult for the decepticons to find as they are for us."

"that's one way of looking at it," ratchet huffed. as he watched the screen, he asked, "what do you think you'll do when the war is over?"

"if we win?" optimus asked. he paused, thinking for a moment. "i am not sure. i would much like to go back to iacon and see alpha trion again. maybe i would return to my original job."

"i don't blame you," ratchet scoffed. "i don't think i could handle being a prime. too much weight on my shoulders. you're a better bot than i am, optimus."

"i could say the same about you, old friend," optimus said with a slight smile. "it takes a strong spark and a lifetime of skill to do your job."

"eh, it's not as hard as being a prime is," ratchet shrugged. "anyone can learn how to do what i do."

"do not sell yourself short, ratchet," optimus said. he thought for a minute, then asked, "what will you do after this war?"

"me?" ratchet said. "i'm not sure. we've been in this war for so long that it's hard to imagine anything else."

"i feel the same way," optimus sighed, his expression changing ever so slightly before returning to his usual calm.

ratchet was about to say something when the screen lit up with an alert. focusing on it, ratchet noticed what looked like two sets of lifesigns moving along the screen.

"knock out and breakdown?" he said, reading off of the screen.

"most likely knock out and cylas," optimus inferred. "cylas must've defected from the decepticons after project damocles failed."

"what's knock out doing with him, then?" ratchet asked.

"he's probably mad that cylas took over breakdown's body," bulkhead guessed. "i wouldn't be surprised if knock out wants payback."

following the two blips along the screen, ratchet saw that cylas was moving towards an isolated building, far from any cities or towns. putting two and two together, he said, "that must be a mech outpost. he's either going there to gear up for a fight or to hide."

"either way, he needs to be turned in," optimus said. "we can't have a repeat of project damocles."

bumblebee beeped out a response, which raf translated. "he's saying that cylas was the one who took out his t-cog. he'll probably try to use knock out for extra parts if he beats him."

"then we had better get going and make sure he's apprehended," optimus said. "bulkhead, arcee, come with me. ratchet, you too. we may need a medic. bumblebee, you and smokescreen stay here. we'll need you to man the ground bridge."

bumblebee nodded and got up to take his place next to the ground bridge controls. at the edge of his vision, ratchet saw jack, bike helmet on, climbing on arcee's alt mode, while miko hopped inside bulkhead's alt mode. he rolled his optics, exasperated, but not in the mood to tell the children off when he knew for a fact that they wouldn't listen.

bumblebee booted up the ground bridge, prompting optimus and ratchet to change into their alt modes. once bumblebee punched in the coordinates, the familiar swirling, green vortex of the ground bridge opened up before them. optimus took the lead, and ratchet, as usual, followed right behind him.

the ground bridge spat them out in the middle of a forest covered in snow. as dark as it was, the moonlight streaming between the branches helped illuminate their surroundings. aside from fallen pinecones and animal tracks, the only things disrupting the blanket of white were two sets of tire tracks, which changed into giant footprints once they went deeper in, where driving was more difficult.

"stay on your guard," optimus warned them as he changed into his bot mode. "they may be focused on each other, but we cannot afford to be careless."

ratchet changed into his bot mode shortly after, followed by bulkhead and arcee. the four bots trudged through the snow, following the tire tracks, with bulkhead and arcee carrying their humans on their shoulders.

"do you see that?" miko asked, pointing forward. ratchet looked up from the ground and saw what looked like a building in the distance, though ratchet couldn't make out the details from this far.

"that's our mech base, alright," arcee said. "there's nothing else it can be."

as they collectively picked up speed to get a better look, ratchet saw the destruction cylas and knock out had already wrought. the entrance to the building looked like it had been hacked open, most likely by knock out's buzzsaw. tire tracks scattered in all directions, though none of them looked like knock out's or cylas'. they were too small.

"whoever was here must've packed up and ran for it," ratchet guessed as he stepped through the destroyed entryway. sure enough, the area he'd stepped into looked like a garage, and only a few trucks had been left behind. the rest had all been taken, and which ones remained had been shoved aside or mangled in what must've been a fight. what remained of the base controls had been hurled aside and hacked through, rendering the base inoperable. part of the ceiling had been shot down, leaving a pile of concrete and twisted metal on the floor, partially covering the doorway to the next room.

"i'll go check out what's ahead," arcee said. she set jack down from her shoulder and crouched through what wasn't covered by ruin to scout what lay ahead.

"bulkhead, come with me," optimus said. "we need to see if cylas or knock out are still in the area."

the wrecker nodded and followed after optimus, setting miko on the ground before changing into his alt mode and following optimus outside. jack and miko followed after arcee, leaving ratchet to himself in the garage. as he looked around, he started to weave a possible narrative together in his mind's optic.

cylas must've come through this way to alert his agents, he guessed. knock out followed right behind him, and they must've gotten into it. that hole was probably from knock out trying to shoot cylas. knock out, i can understand, but why would cylas be coming here and not getting away as fast as he could?

"hey, ratchet!" jack's voice rang out from amid the rubble. "you might wanna come see this!"

ratchet turned in the direction of jack's voice. arcee crawled out of the rubble and started to clear a large enough path for ratchet, who, in turn, helped her pull apart the fallen concrete and metal. as the two bots worked, ratchet looked over to arcee. her face looked as confused as he felt, her brow scrunched up in bewilderment.

the two bots forced their way into... well, ratchet wasn't sure what it was. it looked somewhere between an abandoned hospital room and a ramshackle laboratory. jack shone his phone flashlight around the room, revealing a massive medical berth, fit for a large cybertronian, as well as a human sized bed nearby, oddly enough. along one wall hung a myriad of barbaric looking instruments which ratchet could only guess were for taking apart and examining cylas' hijacked body. feeling a draft coming from nearby, ratchet looked around and saw a hole big enough for him to walk through ripped from the wall, along with two sets of snowy footprints leading out.

"looks like we found where they went off to," he grumbled. "knock out isn't done with cylas, it looks like."

"i don't blame him," arcee said, raising an eyebrow. "i would've done the same for cliffjumper."

as ratchet continued to look around the room, something caught his attention; a doorway mostly covered by fallen equipment and concrete. curious as to what lay behind, ratchet hauled the mangled metal and chunks of concrete out of the way. maybe some mech agents had hunkered down in there, people who'd be able to give up any information on where cylas might've gone.

the doorway was tall enough for a bot like arcee to go through comfortably, but ratchet had to duck his way inside. to his surprise, this room seemed relatively untouched by the destruction outside. apart from dust shaken down from the ceiling, everything looked mostly intact, from the fluorescent lights on the ceiling (which ratchet accidentally bumped into upon first entering the room) and the human sized medical equipment. he couldn't understand it. was the human equipment for the mech agents, or was it for cylas? maybe both?

as he turned to his left, two things came into his vision. the first was what looked like a monitor displaying vital signs. he didn't know how human vitals would read compared to cybertronian vitals, so he didn't understand everything he saw, much to his dismay. after raf's poisoning, he'd promised himself that he'd learn more about human medicine; clearly, he hadn't learned enough.

the second was what something ratchet couldn't wrap his processor around. it looked almost like a cross between a table and one of those rolling chairs the kids liked to play around on. on top of the main part of the table was what looked like a clear tank with a myriad of wires and tubes either protruding from the tank itself or plugged into the table. one wall of the tank had two large holes in it. something lay inside it, but ratchet couldn't quite tell what it was, squinting against the glare of the fluorescent light reflecting against the top of the tank.

crouching down to get a closer look, ratchet leaned in closer - and felt his spark freeze up.

two sets of footsteps followed ratchet into the room. the voice of miko piped up, "ratchet? what is this place?"

"this looks like nicu equipment," jack pondered as he looked around the room. "what on earth is it doing here?"

"and how do you know that?" miko asked.

"mom's a nicu nurse, i know what that stuff looks like," jack replied.

"children," ratchet piped up, raising a servo to shush them. once they were quiet again, he slowly raised his servo to the side of the tank with the holes in it and gently pulled on it, causing it to slide downwards. once he got a better look at what was inside, ratchet's horrified expression melted into something furious.

"bumblebee," he said, trying to keep his voice as level as possible as he opened up his comms, "we need a groundbridge. optimus, we need to get back to base, now." turning his head to the side, he said, "jack, when we get back to jasper, we're going straight to the hospital."

"wait, why?" the boy asked, stepping forward to get a better look. "what's going on? is someone hurt?"

ratchet didn't say a word. he reached inside the tank and slid the interior bed out with one digit. summoning up every bit of care and caution in his body, ratchet picked up what lay on the bed and gently set it on his other servo. behind him, the kids craned their necks and stood on their toes for a better look. as ratchet slowly turned around to face the children, his expression shifted to something unusually calm, but the fist clenched at his side revealed his righteous fury.

in his servo, wrapped in nothing but a thin blanket, lay a tiny human baby, asleep and shivering against the freezing cold air.

author's note: i told you i came up with a plot for this fucking crackfic idea. now to get started on the next chapter. (is this crack taken seriously?? idek anymore. i can't write just a goofy dumb fic. i've gotta do something else with it)

[tinydefector]

Behind the Scenes - DC

Tim Drake x Male Reader Series.

Soo..... I might have decided to dip my toes into writing for DC, I'm still going to be writing Transformers Fics too but I really wanted to make this mainly for myself, it make turn into an x Oc but we will wait and see, the first part is mainly just the Prologue and it's Tim centred without a reader introduced yet.

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Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: nothing.

Masterlist

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Tim had been staring at the screen now for hours, fingers dancing across the keyboard as he went, he had fallen down the rabbit hole of another case. Honestly he wouldn't have cursed at himself getting so invested in another Riddler case, but in truth he loved the challenge, cross examining every little detail from the scenes, the Clues. In some ways dealing with Riddler was like a break for him, the Riddler despised him, he figured things out way too quickly for Nigma's liking and ruined His plans half the time, and Timothy revealed it. 

Tim wasn't interested in the riddles, no he was far more interested in the smaller details such as the barrel with a grain meal logo on it. It was so out of place, new compared to most of the other stuff that had been at the scene. It was possible he had somewhat narrowed down where Riddler was, and it was all due to the Rogue not being thorough enough. “Red Robin To Nightwing” he calls into his ear piece after switching channels. 

“Hear you loud and clear RR” Dick had called back. “I believe Riddler is in Blüdhaven, at BGM Grains factory or shipment warehouse from what i've been able to gather, he's starting to get sloppy” Tim remarked while taking a mouthful of his coffee only for his nose to scrunch up slightly at how cold it had gotten. 

“Hmm I'll check it out, Penguin’s also been making his rounds around Haven, I'll drop in and see if I can spot Riddler might finally catch him after the hell he's being causing B” Dick remarks, there's a slight static sound along with the whooshing of wind. “Keep me updated, I'm going to do some more digging, Oracle might even be able to tap me into the camera” he stretches slightly, his joints popping and cracking with a sigh before he focuses back in. 

“you're game, Weren't you meant to be in bed three hours ago, you have an appointment tomorrow at WE with manufacturing and Marketing” Nightwing remarked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Tim rolls his eyes before drinking more of his coffee, at this rate he would just make sure to have two caffeine capsules, some dayquil and most likely coffee before he leaves in the morning if Alfred doesn't insist on him having Tea instead. 

“ Hmmm, says the man who had Chief Delmore Redhorn up his ass, Must be fun having your boss pile you with paperwork and put you on mall duty” Tim retorts effortlessly, he was used to playing this game with Dick, the back and forth jabs over work.

 “Careful RR, B might decide to demote you if you keep showing up to WE looking like a zombie” he teases back which earns a scoff from Tim "that's what make-up is for Big bird, to cover up the baggage and Trauma That this family carries” he snarks with a roll of his eyes. There was next to nothing that Fitcover, some eye drops, caffeine and Cologne couldn't mask.

“Whatever you say T. But I'm serious if you don't log off, I'll be calling Oracle and tell her to disable your connection. It's 3:47am go to bed” Dick says sternly, which earns a huff From Tim. “Ah don't, I'll have Alfred down there to drag you up, it's log off time” Dick continued, and Tim knows he won't win this argument,  he was going on nearly 53 hours with the minimum of an hour nap in random spots. 

“Fine, Fine I'm logging off and heading up. Keep me posted on Riddler!” He huffs as he begins logging out of his account on the main computer. He sits there for a moment in the large seat contemplating moving before finally working up the energy to trudge his way upstairs. 

Tim makes it to his room or at least the one he stayed at when he was at the Manor, it hadn't changed much, just had a few less things in there than it used to. He grabs his antibiotics, promethazine, taking them with a large mouthful of water from the bottle he kept on the bedside table. he Kicks off most of his clothes deciding it was too hard to bother with anything more than his boxers, grabbing his compression gloves and fighting with them for a moment before he lays back in bed, tiredly staring up at the ceiling. It doesn't take long for the promethazine to make him drowsy on top of his fatigue and he is out shortly after. 

The next morning, Tim awoke feeling somewhat refreshed, his mind clearer than it had been the day before, less exhaustion and tension in his frame. The combination of the antibiotics and promethazine had granted him a night free of the usual nightmares and dreams that often plagued his mind.

He rolled out of bed slowly, his muscles protesting slightly from the lingering aches and pains. A hot shower helped to work out the kinks and tension in his body, the steaming water cascading over his scars and battle-worn flesh. He stood there for a long while just letting the heat seep into his skin, eyes closed as he enjoyed the momentary relief the hot water gave. 

As he stepped out of the shower, Tim caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under his eyes were still noticeable, but not as pronounced as they had been the day before. After drying off and getting dressed in his usual white button up and black slacks, He applied a thin layer of concealer under his eyes, carefully blending it into his skin to hide the evidence of his exhaustion.

Next, he smoothed on a foundation, the creamy substance helping to even out his complexion and conceal the faint, silvery scars that lined his cheeks - mementos from Joker. The scars were barely noticeable to most, but to Tim, they stood out more than anything, they had healed well only leaving very thin silvery lines, but they were still a reminder of what happened when he was 13.

Dressed in a crisp button-down shirt and tailored slacks, Tim looked every inch the successful businessman. Only those who knew him well could sense the weariness that still lingered beneath the polished exterior.

Tim entered the dining room, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floors. The smell of freshly brewed tea and toast wafted through the air. Bruce sat at the head of the table, newspaper in one hand, the other loosely holding a cup of tea. His breakfast plate half-empty was pushed slightly to the side. Behind the swinging door to the kitchen, the faint hum of a classical tune played as Alfred moved around, orchestrating the morning like a conductor with his symphony.

Tim offered Bruce a nod as he passed the table. He looked tired despite the dark circles under his eyes being concealed. There's a faint sluggishness in his movements. Without a word, he headed straight for the kitchen, clearly aiming for the coffee pot. As soon as Tim stepped into the kitchen, Alfred's sharp yet warm voice cut through the music.

"Master Timothy, don't even think about it. Coffee is hardly what you need right now. Have you slept at all?" He inquiries not even turning around to look at the younger man

Tim paused mid-reach for the coffee pot, his hand hovering above the handle. He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Good morning to you too, Alfred."

 Alfred turned, crossing his arms with the kind of disapproving look only he could master, the disappointed grandfather stare. The soft music continued in the background as he gestured toward the kettle. "Tea, Master Tim. Far more civilized and significantly better for someone who looks like they've just returned from the grave."  

Tim hesitated but relented. "Fine. Tea it is." Alfred huffed but began preparing the tea while muttering under his breath about "young men and their lack of proper self-care."

Tim returned to the dining room, plopping into the chair across from Bruce. The latter set down the newspaper, his piercing gaze settling on Tim. "You haven't been sleeping."  

Tim blinked, he was well aware he hadn't been sleeping, he had been doing reserch into the Head of medical manufacturing as this was now the third time this month, that Luicus had brought him to attention over it, and Tim had done his own digging, and noe Marketing and been trying their best to sway Tim into letting them raise the price of certain medical items. And that was excluding everything that had been happening while he moonlights as Red Robin.   

His tone is defensive. "I'm fine. Just had a lot to do." Bruce raised an eyebrow, the kind of look that said he wasn't buying it. He leaned back, resting his hands on the arms of his chair.  "You can't run on fumes, Not in the long run. You know that."  

Tim looked away, running a hand through his hair. Trying not to mess it up after styling it into the business look he normally did for board meeting and anything that involved him having to be at any WE sites. "I will catch up on sleep once everything with patrols, WE settle down. Riddler has been causing issues in Blüdhaven and Luicus and myself are suspicious of the head of drug manufacturing, so I've been doing digging"  

Bruce doesn't say anything but just continues to watch Tim. Before he gets the chance to say anything Alfred appears, setting a cup of tea in front of Tim with a faintly pointed expression.  

"So, about the meeting today. WE Operations and Marketing. What’s the agenda?"  Tim straightened a little, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he switched into work mode.  "The marketing team wants to pitch a new campaign to raise prices of medication such as Insulin, amoxycillin, Levothyroxine.” there is a slight sneer to Tim's voice over it. He hated dealing with the pharmaceutical marketing Team, not to mention the head of the manufacturing. They have been trying to sway him for months now over increasing prices for life saving medication. And WE had always prided itself on being affordable for everyone. 

 “ I think we need to replace management and look at other options for that Team, or replacements, they have been the main ones causing so much strife within the company. The Steel operations will be presenting their quarterly report, but from what Lucius told me, there aren't any major surprises. I actually enjoy talking with Mr Brill, his Teams deserve a raise, He ask about you often, wants to know if your coming in for another one of their Forklift workshops " There's a small smirk on Tim's face, he knew all about those workshops Bruce used to attend before he had taken over as CEO. 

Bruce frowned slightly, swirling the tea in his cup, as he takes a sip. "You know I don't involve myself much in the day-to-day anymore."  But there's a small smile on Bruce's face remembering the shock of so many people when he used to show up to those workshops. 

The conversation had shifted to lighter topics, Bruce still nursing his tea while Tim sat back in his chair finishing up his own tea, trying to muster some energy for the day ahead, as he still eyes the kitchen wondering if he could get away with coffee before he left for his meeting, even if he couldn't he would either get one while at WE from the breakroom or afterwards sneak away long enough to get one from the local cafe he frequent.

 Alfred moved about the dining room with his usual quiet grace, clearing away Bruce’s breakfast plate and straightening the table. As Alfred returned from the kitchen, he paused by Tim’s chair, his hands resting lightly on the back of it. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of purpose behind his words. "Master Timothy, if I might trouble you for a moment..."  

Tim glanced up, raising a brow. "Uh-oh. What did I do now?"  

Alfred gave him a long-suffering look before continuing. "Nothing, yet. But I was wondering if you might accompany me later today after your meetings. There’s a small, family-owned nursery I frequent for the plants that brighten up this dreary old Manor. They’ve just started their spring stock, and I’d like to see what they have this year."  

Tim blinked, surprised, it wasn't what he had expected to hear from the old butler. "You’re asking me to go plant shopping with you?" Alfred gave a faint huff, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Indeed, I am. Surely you can spare a moment from your busy schedule to assist an old man with something as simple as choosing a few ferns and perhaps a philodendron or two?"  

Tim leaned back, fingers linked together as he processed everything, "Couldn’t you just call them? Have them send over a list or something? Sounds like less hassle."  Alfred’s expression turned pointed, though his tone remained polite, he was making it very clear it Wasn't up for debate. 

"Of course I could, Master Timothy. But where is the joy in that? I’d much rather go in person. There’s a charm to it, you see. And, if I may be so bold, I think an outing might do you some good. Perhaps some fresh air and a bit of greenery might help shake off the exhaustion you so stubbornly insist on ignoring."  

Bruce chuckled softly from his seat, glancing between the two. Tim shot Bruce a mock glare before turning back to Alfred, this felt like a trap, a trap to keep him busy and his focus away from work and cases. His lips press into a thin line as he stares down Alfred, the older man fixes him with his own look. 

"Fine, fine. I’ll go. On one condition, we stop at my favourite Cafe and I get my ristretto, or Iced Lungo " He finally relented knowing he wasn't getting out of this, but he sure wasn't going to not put up some resistance over it. 

Alfred gave a small, satisfied smile, as though he’d just won a minor battle. "That can be arranged, Master Tim. Your company will suffice. Though, if I may offer a suggestion, do try not to have too much Caffeine."  

Tim rolled his eyes, though there was a faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.  "Yeah, yeah. That's my offer, coffee for company."  Bruce set down his tea, his tone light but teasing. "Don’t let him talk you into carrying all the pots. He’s been known to overdo it."  

Alfred turned to Bruce with a feigned look of innocence. "I assure you, Master Bruce, I wouldn’t dream of it."  Bruce gave him a knowing look, but Tim waved it off, standing up and stretching. glancing at the clock on the wall, his faint grin fading as the reality of his packed schedule loomed over him again. He drained the rest of his tea, setting the cup down with a soft clink against the saucer.  

“Alright,” he said, pushing his chair back and standing with a stretch. “I’ve got to head out. If I get to my office early enough, I might actually have a chance to breathe before the swarm descends.”  he said, pushing the chair back into the table. 

Bruce raised an eyebrow over the rim of his teacup, his expression somewhere between amused and concerned. “You mean you’re running off to hide before they corner you,” Bruce said knowingly.  Tim hummed, grabbing his blazer off the back of the chair. “Something like that. I like to call it ‘strategic retreat.’”  

Alfred gave him a pointed look as he passed by. “Strategic retreat or not, Master Timothy, I do hope you’ll consider pacing yourself today. Another cup of tea wouldn’t go amiss, either.” Tim paused in the doorway, glancing back with a wry grin. “Tea’s nice, Alfred, but I’m going to need something a little stronger if I’m going to survive the marketing team today.”  

Alfred’s brow furrowed as he turned to face him fully, his disapproval evident. “Master Tim, I do hope you’re not referring to–”  “Triple shot espresso,” Tim cut in, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it myself. Wouldn’t want to drag anyone else into my caffeine dependency.”  

Bruce let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. He knew Tim drank an awful amount of coffee but some days it really put others to shame “You’re going to crash hard later if you keep running like this.” Tim shrugged as he slipped his arms into the blazer and adjusted the cuffs.“Yeah, probably. But that’s a problem for later. Right now, I’ve got to deal with pharmaceutical marketing trying to convince me that price-gouging insulin is somehow good for the company.” His voice turned sharp at the end, a flicker of irritation breaking through his usual sarcasm.  

Alfred followed him toward the hallway, speaking as he moved. “If they press you too much, Master Timothy, do remember that you have the authority to shut them down completely.” Tim glanced back over his shoulder, his hand resting on the doorframe. “Oh, don’t worry, Alfred. I’ve been shutting them down for months. They’re just persistent. Like termites with suits.”  

Alfred gave him a small, approving nod. “As long as you don’t let them wear you down. And do keep in mind our little outing to the nursery later. Perhaps a few moments among greenery will help restore your... equilibrium.”  

Tim snorted softly. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” He turned and headed down the hallway, his footsteps quick and purposeful on the polished floors. As he passed by the large windows overlooking the grounds, he caught a glimpse of the sunlight streaming through the trees, but he didn’t stop to take it in. His mind was already racing ahead—mentally preparing for the battle waiting for him at Wayne Enterprises.  

By the time he reached the garage, Tim was already planning his first move of the day: getting to his office before anyone else had the chance to ambush him. He climbed into his car, the engine purring to life as he pulled out of the long driveway, the manor shrinking behind him in the rearview mirror.  

The drive gave him a moment of quiet, though his fingers drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as he navigated the early morning traffic. He barely noticed the scenery passing by—his thoughts were too focused on the meetings ahead. The pharmaceutical marketing team, in particular, was already grating on his nerves, and he hadn’t even seen them yet.  

By the time he reached the Wayne Enterprises building, the city was fully awake. Tim parked in his reserved spot, grabbed his bag, and made his way inside, weaving through the bustling crowd of employees already heading to their stations. The elevator ride to his floor was mercifully empty, giving him a rare moment to himself. When the doors slid open, he stepped out into the sleek, modern office space that housed his team.  

Tim moved quickly, nodding at a few early risers but keeping his pace brisk. He wasn’t ready to be stopped yet. His office door clicked shut behind him, and he let out a small sigh of relief. For now, at least, he was safe. Dropping his bag onto the chair, he crossed the room to the small coffee bar tucked into the corner. The espresso machine gleamed under the overhead lights, and Tim wasted no time getting to work.  

“Triple shot,” he muttered to himself as he loaded the machine. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, and for a brief moment, it was almost enough to make him forget the chaos waiting just outside his door.  

Almost.  

Cup in hand, Tim moved to his desk and took a long sip, the bitter jolt of caffeine already doing its job. He set the cup down and powered on his computer, his inbox lighting up with a flood of unread emails. “Alright,” he muttered, cracking his knuckles, the ache slowly dissipating Into pins and needles. “Let’s see what today’s disaster looks like.”  

The quiet hum of his office was soon accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of his keyboard as Tim dove into his work, bracing himself for the inevitable knock on his door that would signal the start of the day’s battles. For now, though, he savored the calm before the storm, his triple shot espresso keeping him upright as he prepared to face whatever came next.

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[lohotine]

https://www.tumblr.com/shmolish/746176844034981888/sick-shadow-milk-cookie-x-reader?source=share

One shot idea since I got a guess aaaaand I just wanna see your version but I'm curious if shadow milk would ACTUALLY be like this or no? If not I wanna see how he actually acts buuut just to show you my guess on what shadow milk is like:

Shadow milk when he is sick: lalala! I'm perfectly fine! Just cuddle me and I'll be okie dokie, darling! Hehehe! Never stop the fun! (Or short meme version: I sleep)

Shadow milk when y/n is sick: bed, soup, medicine, love, sleep, now! Can't have my beloved feeling all icky! No playtime, only naptime! Sleepytime! You get all the cuddles you want if it helps you sleep but no games, just relax and drink your soup! (Second part of meme version: real shit)

Tldr: shadow milk when he is sick treats it like a joke and a game and not serious...he stops treating illnesses like a joke the moment his s/o gets sick. Think he is gonna joke around when his s/o feels like shit? Nope, he is keeping his s/o relaxed and napping and constantly giving them their favorite soup until he is 100% sure the sickness is out of their system!

AN: I'm pretty sure both of you suggested similar things, which was a shadow milk cookie x sick reader. Been waiting to do this one!!

Shadow Milk Cookie x Sick! Reader

Oneshot (Headcanons below)

Warnings: (Kinda a part two to the sick shadow milk cookie, so some parts might be a little confusing.) One dirty joke 😔 (I couldn't resist, sry)

-Take Care-

"I just have to spend some time alone, haha. Nothing out of the ordinary!" You would say with an awkward smile.

Shadow Milk Cookie would look at you with an unbelieving look.

"Doll, you're not a very good liar," He'd say while crossing his arms.

"Come on, just- for like a few days?"

"A few days? How am I supposed to live without you for a few days when I can't even live without you for a few hours!?"

Shadow Milk Cookie would put a hand on his forehead, feigning a dramatic pose.

"But seriously. What's wrong?" He cupped your face and look at you with those concerned eyes.

The eyes you were in love with, and the eyes that you didn't want seeing your weak and sickly state.

Your face was was much warmer than usual, but he didn't think much of it.

"Ah, could it be-? You just don't like my company!"

"No! It's not that!" You would refute quickly, backing away from him.

"Then what's wrong? Come on dove, you know you can tell me anything."

You sneezed shortly after that, but didn't say anything.

Everything clicked in that moment for Shadow Milk Cookie.

"Oh. My. Goodness. YOU'RE SICK! I'VE GOTTEN MY BELOVED DOVE SICK!"

He would instantly start panicking, beginning to look around the house for different types of medicine and other things that might come in handy.

"It's not really that bad- I can take care of myself..."

He would pick you up bridal style and take you to a couch, wrapping blankets around you.

"My little doll shouldn't need to lift a finger while they're sick. Please, allow your favorite jester to do the work for you!"

He kept digging through cabinets for medicine and ingredients for a soup he'd eventually end up making.

"How come you're taking my sickness so seriously when you didn't even take care of yourself last time?"

He came back with a bunch of ice packs, like.. twenty of them. You didn't even own twenty ice packs.

"Why wouldn't I take your illness seriously? I must make sure that you are safe and happy at all times, and I can't do that if you feel icky."

He offered one of the icepacks to you, which you accepted and just held for a while.

"I don't need this many ice packs, Milk," you would tell him.

"You can never be too sure! And of course, I offer my 200% when it comes to my most beloved."

"I don't even own this many ice packs."

"Now you do! ...Don't look into it that much."

He skipped off to the kitchen again, looking as cheerful as ever.

Of course, it was just a facade. Internally, he was panicking. He barely knew how to care for himself, and now you were sick. What if you died?! Okay, he was probably overreacting, but normal cookies are so fragile. That's why he had to do everything in his power to keep you healthy.

He didn't know what was and wasn't needed, so he just took a lot of everything.

Came back with one of each medicine type that you owned.

"So uh, which one is the one you need?"

You pointed to one of the bottles, and Shadow Milk swiftly measured the correct dosage.

"Alright, so I got you an ice pack, blankets, and you took medicine. What else do you people do while sick?" He would ask while putting a hand on his chin.

"I don't know. Normally they eat soup," you told him.

"That's right! You are so smart, button. Alright, I'll do just that, then." He gave you a kiss on the forehead before wandering off into the kitchen.

Did he even know how to cook? You've never seen him try before, but he's lived for so long, that surely he knew how to... right?

Oh well, he did eventually end up coming back with the food. It actually ended up looking edible.

"Ta-da~ It looks amazing, right? Of course it does! It was made my yours truly." He sat down on the couch next to you, scooping up some soup in a spoon.

"Now, say 'ah'" He held the spoon infront of your mouth, waiting to feed you.

"I'm not doing that."

"Yes you are. Now open your mouth before I shove the spoon down your throat."

"You can shove something else down my throat."

"Haha, very funny. But maybe when you're feeling better~"

Eventually, after a lot of back and forth, you ended up finishing the soup. It wasn't half bad, actually.

Now, the both of you were cuddling on the couch. A movie was playing in the background, and Shadow Milk Cookie was resting his head in your lap.

"Doll, how come you didn't tell me you were sick sooner?" He would ask.

"I just didn't want to be a burden, I suppose."

"You would never be a burden to me. There's a reason I treat you so much better than the others, and it's because I care for you. I know I'm all about deceit and stuff, but this is the honest truth, okay darling?"

You couldn't help the smile on your face. "Okay."

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons

He's panicking 24/7

Even if you tell him you don't want to get him sick, he says he doesn't care

Everything has to be ready for you, and you have to be comfortable

Absolutely no chance of you going out that day

Legit coddles you or is always near you

Even if it's just a small cough, he's canceling all of the things you have that day

Bro is so paranoid

If you're ever bored he performs small puppet shows for you

Makes you go to bed early

[dakotalover1]

Elias Voit and Reader’s First Run In

Emily swung open the interrogation room door, immediately met with Elias Voit’s smug gaze, the corners of his lips curled into a knowing smile. He lounged back in his chair, completely at ease, like this was just another day in the office for him.

“I was wondering when someone would finally come in here to interrogate me,” he said with a playful glint in his eyes, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Emily’s stance didn’t waver. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes sharp. “Well, consider this your lucky day. We need you to tell us everything you know about the Gold Star case.” She didn’t wait for him to interrupt. “We know you’re involved, and we know you and Douglas Bailey were both aware of critical details before you killed him. We need to be as informed as he was.”

Voit chuckled darkly, rolling his shoulders as if he were settling in for a long chat. “You really think you can just waltz in here, make demands, and I’ll start spilling my secrets? How quaint." His eyes glinted with amusement as he leaned forward, voice a low drawl. “I’m not some obedient dog, Agent Prentiss. You won’t get a thing from me by playing nice.”

Emily felt her patience slip. She could see the game he was playing—and he was good at it. With a tight sigh, she straightened up, tossing a glance at the observation window before turning to leave.

In the roundtable room

"Voit's not budging," she said, her tone tight with tension as she rubbed her temples. "I tried the direct approach, but he's not giving us anything. We need to rethink our strategy."

Rossi leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh. "This son of a bitch really thinks he still has the upper hand, chained to a chair in our interrogation room?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and anger.

Emily nodded, clearly frustrated but focused. "I know it's not ideal, but we need to find something about Voit that we can use to throw him off. Something unexpected."

JJ raised an eyebrow, her thoughts racing. "What if we dig into his past—his parents, maybe? Something to make him vulnerable, get him off his game?"

Rossi’s eyes narrowed as he thought it through. "Or we send someone in there he’s not expecting. We saw that creepy bunker of his, the one with all our faces and info. There was only one person he didn't have anything on."

All eyes shifted to Y/N, who sat quietly, processing the suggestion.

"You think sending me in would mess with his head enough that he might slip up?" Y/N asked, her voice steady, though her pulse quickened in her throat.

Emily met her gaze, her expression serious but calculated. "I do. There's a good chance we could catch him off guard. You think you can handle it?"

Y/N’s heartbeat quickened, but she kept her voice firm. "Of course. I'll get him talking."

Outside the Interrogation Room

Y/N stood frozen, her gaze fixed on Voit as he sat calmly in his chair. Unlike the usual suspects they’d brought in—those who fidgeted or visibly squirmed under the pressure—Voit appeared almost… serene. His posture was perfectly relaxed, as if he were simply waiting for the inevitable. It was almost as if he expected whatever was coming through that door, and it didn’t faze him in the slightest.

"Voit’s a master at getting into people's heads," Emily’s voice broke through Y/N’s thoughts, her tone both reassuring and firm. "We’ve profiled him, and we know he can break people mentally. But if it starts to get out of hand, all you have to do is end the session, and we’ll step in. You’re not doing this alone."

Y/N’s lips quirked into a small grin, the weight of the situation settling into her chest but not quite overwhelming her. "I know, Emily," she said with confidence. "I trust myself, and I know you guys trust me too. I can handle someone like Voit."

Emily’s eyes softened, offering her a quick, reassuring smile before she stepped aside to let her in. Y/N straightened her back and took a steadying breath. This wasn’t the first time she’d faced a dangerous mind.

As she opened the door, she was immediately met with Elias Voit’s signature smirk—a devil-may-care grin that sent a chill down her spine. He leaned forward on the table, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that almost felt predatory, as if something about her had finally sparked his interest.

"Well, well, well," he purred, his voice laced with mock sweetness. "What do we have here?" His tone was soft but heavy with meaning, like he knew exactly what kind of game they were about to play.

The tension in the room was palpable, thick and almost suffocating as Voit leaned casually against the interrogation table, his eyes flicking between Y/N and the two-way mirror—no doubt aware that the rest of her team was watching on the other side. His smirk never wavered, a dangerous, almost playful glint in his gaze, like a predator sizing up its prey.

From the other side of the mirror, the team watched in silence, their attention focused solely on the interaction unfolding in front of them. Emily’s fingers were clenched at her sides, while Rossi’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing as Voit seemed to play with Y/N like a cat with a mouse.

"Careful, sweetheart," he drawled, his voice low and laced with amusement, "You don’t want to get too close. I bite."

Emily stiffened. “What the hell is he doing?” she muttered under her breath, clearly irritated by the predator-like tone in Voit’s voice.

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned back against the cold wall, letting the silence stretch between them, thickening with every second.

"Yeah, I’m sure one of your 62 victims could give you a glowing recommendation," she shot back, her tone as sweet as it was calculated. Her eyes never wavered from his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of unsettling her.

“We’ve got him rattled, don’t we?” JJ whispered, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she watched Y/N hold her ground

Voit let out a dark chuckle, his lips curving into something far too self-assured. He tilted his head slightly, feigning mock innocence, as if he were playing a game he knew he was winning. "Oh, come on now. You don’t seriously think I’m the infamous Sicarious, do you?" he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement, as if the idea was so far beneath him, it was laughable.

The team exchanged glances. “He’s really enjoying this,” Rossi observed, his tone thick with annoyance. “This guy’s like a snake coiled in the grass, waiting to strike.”

“I don’t mind leaving the courts to handle what we already know, but that’s not the point right now,” Y/N said coolly, her eyes locking onto Voit as she settled into the chair across from him. “My team and I have been keeping an eye on you ever since we found you. We need information on Gold Star.”

Voit’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned back in his chair, unbothered. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “What do you mean, okay?”

“Yeah. What do you want to know?” Voit’s tone was laid-back as he casually glanced at the files in front of him, his eyes twinkling with amusement as if he were the one in control.

That smug bastard,” Emily muttered under her breath. “He’s playing games.”

Y/N ignored the taunt, pushing two photos in front of him. “This is a picture from a crime committed last week, and this one followed soon after,” she said, tapping the images with her finger. “The MOs are completely different, but we know they’re connected. And we know you understand why. Care to explain?”

Voit’s smirk widened as he grabbed the photos, studying them with interest. “Well, to understand why they’re connected, you’ve got to understand the killers first,” he replied, his voice smooth. “What do you think their motives have in common?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly as she considered the question. “Revenge. These killers seem to have spent a lot of time with their victims. And they all look... the same. Almost like a pattern.”

“Nice,” JJ murmured. “She’s on the right track. Keep pushing.”

Voit’s lips curled upward, satisfied. “But why would multiple killers, with different victims, all have revenge on their minds?” His voice dropped, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.

Y/N thought for a moment before her eyes sharpened. “They’re all coming from the same place. Same neighborhood? Same town? They all share some twisted backstory that makes them believe they’re the ones being wronged?”

Voit leaned back, studying her with an unreadable expression. “Exactly.” He let the silence stretch, savoring her unraveling thoughts.

As she starts to collect her files, and gets up to leave the interrogation room Voit interrupts, “You’re leaving so soon?” he asked, a feigned pout tugging at his lips. “I give you all this brilliant insight, and I don’t even get a thank you?”

Y/N gives a confident smile to herself as she twists the door handle to let herself out, “I’m not here to compliment a killer, you’ll have to call your lawyer for that.”

From the other side of the mirror, Emily let out a small, satisfied laugh. “Nice,” she said, impressed. “You didn’t bite.”

Voit watches her with a calculating gaze, his smirk never faltering as she turns to leave. "Don’t be a stranger, sweetheart," he calls after her, his voice smooth, as the door clicks shut behind her.

Rossi gives a small nod, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Well, looks like we’ve got the right approach now.”

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 24]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word counter: 3.2K

You let out a long sigh as you stepped out of the building. Looking up at the bright sky, you paused for a bit before heading to your car. You drove home, feeling the weariness start to settle in your bones. It was no surprise to see a pair of shoes at your entrance way when you entered your house.

"Hwa? I'm back." You called out, putting your own shoes away. Seonghwa let out an acknowledgement and poked his head out from the bathroom.

"Welcome back." He wrapped his arms around you. You melted into his touch.

"Are you hungry? I made some potato waffles and bacon." He offered. You let out a hum, standing straight to go to your room.

"After I eat, I need a nap before meeting Yunho later." You informed, putting your bag aside and changing into more comfortable home clothes. Seonghwa fixed a plate for you.

"Sure you're good to go out with him?" He asked.

"Yeah, just need to rest for a bit and I'll be fine." You assured, leaning your elbows on the counter and rubbing your temples.

"He doesn't know?"

"No, not yet. He did offer to pick me up but I told him I'll end late or at least after noon, just to give myself some time." You said, looking at the clock that only showed 10:30am. Seonghwa nodded and put the plate on the counter, alongside the cutlery.

"Have you eaten?" You asked, taking a bite of the potato waffle with some bacon. Seonghwa shook his head, making his own plate and sitting beside you.

"You know I will always wait for you." He patted your head before digging into his own food.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I haven't told him yet?" You ask, nibbling on the edge of a strip of the bacon.

"You know I won't ask... Plus, I know you well enough to know the reason without having to ask you." Seonghwa replied with a feigned scoff of offense, drinking his juice.

"Some times you knowing me too well makes you very unfun." You rolled your eyes.

"That's the point." He chuckled.

"I'm going to do the dishes and go to bed." You yawned, bringing your plate to the sink to wash, silently hoping Seonghwa wouldn't offer to wash them.

But like Seonghwa said, he knew you. He purposely didn't offer to do the dishes because he knew you didn't want to be babied or treated like you were fragile. When Seonghwa was done, you did his dishes too and he waited for you at the counter. After you finished all the dishes, you both headed to your room.

"Set an alarm for me, I don't want to oversleep." You murmured, burying your cheek against the pillow.

"Yes, ma'am." Seonghwa set the alarm and placed his phone on the nightstand. You let out a soft sigh as Seonghwa tucked you in under the blanket. He made sure you were comfortable.

"Thanks, Hwa." You said.

"Get some sleep before you become a grump monster with Yunho." Seonghwa teased.

"And there it goes. You know, I was trying to be nice and appreciative but you just had to ruin it." You glared at him before turning away so he faced your back instead.

"Hmph, I'm going to sleep and ignore you." You said like a little kid and drifted off the sleep almost immediately.

"You act all tough but deep down, you're like a baby." Seonghwa said softly, a small smile on his face. When you were kids, you always protected Seonghwa, being the outwardly tougher one of the two. Taking care of you is how he repays you.

"Sweetheart, wake up. You got to get ready." Seonghwa shook you lightly to wake you. Your mumbled something incoherant and slid under the blanket.

"I can still see you." He laughed.

"No... You can't." You drowned out. Grabbing the ends, Seonghwa pulled the covers back.

"You're going to be late. Don't keep Yunho waiting." He patted your butt, coaxing you to get up. Holding your elbows, he gently tugged you into a sitting position, combing your hair back.

"Alright, I'm going." You yawned and stretched your arms over your head before getting out of bed to go shower.

"Be useful and help me decide what you wear to a carnival!" You said and entered the bathroom.

Any other person would have thought you were being rude to Seonghwa but he knew you were just joking. Rolling his eyes, he opened your closet door to put together an outfit for you to wear. He picked some wide legged pants and a light purple button up crop blouse that had a chinese collar.

"Outfit's laid out on the bed!" Seonghwa knocked on the bathroom door.

"Okay, thank you!" You replied. He went to use the other bathroom outside as you stepped out of the shower. You looked at the outfit that he laid out on the bed, happy with it.

"Too girly?" Seonghwa chuckled as he walked back into the room.

"Nope. It looks good." You smiled. You kept your robe on to dry your hair first. Once your hair was dried, you changed into the outfit.

"You sure you good? I'm sure Yunho will be fine if you postpone." Seonghwa leaned against the wall, sipping his tea that he made and watching you put on makeup.

"I'm fine, Hwa. Don't worry." You smiled. Choosing some jewellery, you put them on and checked your reflection.

"Beautiful." Seonghwa cupped your cheeks.

"Stop~" You whined, going to retrieve your bag and shoes. You wore purple air force 1s to match your top. Yunho sent you a text to let you know that he was on the way. Seonghwa gathered his things too, he'll go home when you leave.

"Some coffee will do the trick." You headed to the fridge. Seonghwa watched you with a raised eyebrow while you poured cold brew into your cup and drank it before pouring more.

"Hey, enough." Seonghwa chided. You pouted, like a little kid that was denied candy.

"Fine." You put the container back. When Yunho texted you that he was downstairs, you and Seonghwa put on your shoes.

"Have fun, love. I'll see you tomorrow." Seonghwa wrapped an arm around you, kissing your temple. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning against his chest.

"Thanks, Hwa. I'll see you tomorrow." You said. While you got off the lift on the first floor, Seonghwa got off at the basement to get to his car.

"Hey, Yunho." You smiled.

"Hi, (y/n). You look nice." Yunho smiled back, opening the door for you to enter. You bowed your head as you sat down and put on your seatbelt. Yunho came back to the driver's seat. Opening your bag, you took a small plastic pack out and handed it to him. He blinked in surprised, not expecting a gift from you.

"What is this?" He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement as he studied the pack of treats that you handed him.

"You've been giving me flowers and gifts so I wanted to make something for you as a gift from me. It's peanut butter chocolate chip cookies." You explained.

"I love peanut butter! Thank you." He grinned and suddenly hugged you. You laughed, slowly reaching up to pat his back.

"You're very welcome." You giggled.

"Let's go." Yunho put the cookies in his best seat before beginning the drive to where the carnival was located. You were excited to be spending time with Yunho at a carnival, it seemed romantic.

"Have you been to a carnival before?" You asked, fingers drumming against your thighs.

"Yeah. But the last time I went, I was in high school with Mingi. So it's been a while. What about you?" He asked back.

"I went to some when I was little, my mother liked to go and play the games there, win all the prizes for me. But we stopped going as I got older. I guess it's been a while for me too." You chuckled. You missed going to the carnival with your mother and father.

"Sorry the parking is a little far. I guess they blocked the usual carparks for the booths. It shouldn't take more than 15 minutes." Yunho apologised as he pulled up into the parking lot.

"Nothing to apologise for. Besides, it'll be nice to walk along the beach." You smiled. You both got out of the car.

"It's this way... I think..." He said, checking the map on his phone.

"I trust you." You giggled. Yunho's cheeks turned red at your admittance. He cleared his throat and gestured for you to start walking with him.

"The weather is nice and cool, thankfully." You let out a content sigh, feeling the light breeze from the beach shore below.

"Let me know if you're cold." Yunho smiled softly. You nodded, looking away shyly.

While the both of you walked along the path, there was a nice silence in the air. Whatever awkwardness had dissipated, you both just quietly enjoyed being in each other's presence. And somewhere along the way, the both of you mustered the courage to hold the other person's hand.

"Tickets, please." The person at the entry booth asked. Yunho handed the two tickets and the attendant put wristbands around each of your wrists.

"Enjoy the carnival." He bowed. You grabbed a map of the carnival to see what booths there were.

"Shall we go for these rides first?" You asked.

Seeing that you were the one that suggested going on the rides first, Yunho was silently relieved. Somewhere along the way, Hongjoong had asked Yunho if he knew whether you were afraid of heights.

"Are you okay with heights and rollercoasters?" You looked up at him when you noticed the look on his face.

"I'm okay. I was worried that you weren't and realised that I had forgotten to ask you before suggesting coming here." He said.

"Don't worry. Even if I was, there are many other things to do here together." You laughed. Yunho nodded in agreement, reaching out to laced your fingers again before you set out to find the different rides the carnival had to offer.

"I think I felt my heart drop to my stomach." Yunho rubbed his tummy as you got off the swinging viking ship.

"Shall we go to the disco pang pang before moving to the carnival snacks?" You asked.

"Is it safe? I've seen people fall from the lack of seatbelts." Yunho frowned slightly. Also, he was secretly worried the operator would throw you onto the lap of someone else.

"I'm sure it's safe." You patted his arm. As you stood in the line, you watched the other people have their turn.

"Time for matchmaking!" The operator announced excitedly. Yunho watched in horror as girls were thrown around for guys to catch.

"Yunho, are you okay?" When you placed a hand on Yunho's bicep, he turned to you with a tight smile. He wrapped an arm around you to hug you, surprising you.

"I'm fine. I just want to hug you." He said.

"We don't have to if you don't want to." You assured. Yunho shook his head and waited with his arm holding you close to him. When the previous goers stepped off, you and Yunho stepped on, finding an empty space to sit together. Yunho eyed the other guys that filled up the other seats.

"Are you ready to roll?!" The operator yelled. Yunho put an arm over your lap securely, his arm becoming a makeshift seatbelt for you. Thinking he was scared, you draped an arm over his shoulders.

"Hold on tight." Yunho warned. You nodded, pulling yourself until your side was pressed to his.

"Woohoo!" You let out happy laughs as your body was thrown around from the ride. Yunho laughed, seeing how happy you were.

"Matchmaking time!" The operator began to point at different patrons, both boys and girls, asking if they were single or taken before throwing them around.

"Yes! Protect her! Introduce yourselves to each other!" The operator encouraged as he threw a girl into a boy's lap.

"You, girl in the purple blouse! Are you single?" The operator asked you. You were about to open your mouth to reply when Yunho cut you off.

"SHE'S TAKEN BY ME AND ME ONLY! MOVE ON TO SOMEONE ELSE!" Yunho barked, a frown on his face. With his arm over you and your arms around his shoulders, was it not blatantly obvious that you were not single? He was annoyed that the operator still dare ask you.

"Yunho..." Your hand stroked the back of his head. He turned to you, his frown becoming a charming smile. The operator didn't care and just moved on to the other patrons.

"Hold on!" You were all thrown for another round. Yunho loved how you were genuinely enjoying yourself, laughing loudly.

"Be careful." He held your hand to escort you down the steps.

"Did you hear what he said? That's so romantic. I would want a protective boyfriend like that." Yunho heard some girls whispering to each other behind him.

"So, I'm yours?" You raised an eyebrow at him. Yunho's jaw slacked, suddenly flustered.

"I'm just teasing." You giggled.

"I'm hungry, let's go get some food." He mumbled, holding your hand properly and leading you to the food stands. There was very typical carnival food, a lot of fried food and sweet treats.

"You sit here to keep our seat. I'll go get the slushies, what flavour would you like?" He asked as you both put the trays of food down on the table. Turning your head, you squinted your eyes to see what flavours the vendor had. After giving Yunho your order, he trotted off to purchase them.

"Mom! It's time for the spring carnival, shall we go this weekend?" You asked with a big, excited grin, jumping onto the couch where your mother sat, sipping her tea.

"(y/n), your mother is sick. You should know better than to ask her to go to the carnival." Your father scolded.

"Mom...?" You turned to your mother.

"I already said no. Do you want her to collapse and get more sick?" Your father asked with a deep, angry frown. Your bottom lip quivered as tears formed.

"I'm sorry, mom. I don't want you to get more sick." You hugged her, crying softly as guilt consumed you. She stroked your head.

"No, there's nothing for you to be sorry about. I'm the one that should be sorry, angel. I promise we'll go next time, okay?" She said apologetically, continuing to comfort you. You nodded, that was the first spring carnival that you missed.

Little did you know, you would never go to another carnival again. Your mother just got sicker and it was impossible for her to go with you.

"(y/n)?" Someone calling your name made your memory break. You shook your head to focus again.

"Are you okay?" You met Yunho's eyes of concern. There was a lump in your throat that you struggled to swallow. Not trusting your words, you merely nodded.

"Here." He handed you the strawberry slushie.

"Thanks." You whispered and took a sip. You knew you needed to push aside your feelings and not worry Yunho even further.

"Eat up before the food gets colder." You said to him. Yunho nodded, he was still worried about your sudden change in demeanour but he didn't press the issue. You seemed distraught enough.

After the food was done and you were both full, you and Yunho strolled along all the different game stalls. Unknowingly, you were holding Yunho's hand a lot tighter, not that he minded. He just really wished to know why you were sad or upset. He wanted to make you feel better and cheer you up.

"Young man! Would you like to win this cute plush for your pretty girlfriend?" A stall owner beckoned Yunho over.

"You don't have to." You said.

"Let me prove my sniper skills. All those gaming hours should have some payoffs right?" He laughed. You giggled and nodded, cheering him on as he grabbed the toy rifle.

"Just hit the target down and you win. Easy." The stall owner said, tucking Yunho's money into his pouch.

"I'll win whatever prize you want." Yunho winked.

"Good luck." You shot him a double thumbs up. However, as Yunho aimed and shot out the 3 soft bullets that he had, the target wasn't knocked down.

"Oh, sorry. Young man, maybe next time!" The stall owner said. But Yunho wasn't going to give up. He slammed the money down.

"Again." He stared at the man. But even after going for a second time, the target was still standing and Yunho was defeated. That didn't stop the man. Taking his wallet out, he took out more money and handed it to the man.

"Yunho, it's okay. You know these things are mostly rigged anyway. We can try the other stalls." You said softly.

"No, I'm going to beat it. I'm winning you that toy." He said with determination and frowned, showing just how serious he was. Finally, after a few more tries, Yunho knocked it down.

"I did it!" He hugged you, jumping up and down. You laughed and followed along with his actions.

"Here you go, young man." The stall owner handed Yunho the stuffed golden retriever. He held it out to you with a smile.

"Wait, I want to take a picture of this. Hang on." You leaned back slightly to take a picture of Yunho holding the plush with a proud smile. You giggled at his smile.

"A golden retriever with a golden retriever." You snickered. He had a flat look on his face, thrusting the plush into your arms.

"So what are you naming this one?" He asked, stroking the dog's head as if it were a real animal.

"I'll name it Yuyu!" You looked up at him with sparkling eyes and a big smile. Yunho smiled fondly at you, letting out a laugh of adoration. He was touched that you named both of your new plushes after him. Handing the stall owner his phone, Yunho wrapped an arm around you and posed together with Yuyu in the middle.

"Thank you." You both bowed and went along to the other stalls. You and Yunho took turns paying for the games, focussed more on having fun rather than winning more prizes.

"Shall I win something for you now?" You teased.

"I'd much rather continue to beat you at games." Yunho shook his head with a mocking smile.

"You practically spend all your free time gaming! Of course you will beat me at all these." You glared at him while he just gave you a cheeky expression.

"I'll let you win some, okay?" He wrapped an arm around you as you continued walking.

"Don't patronise me." You rolled your eyes but made no move to get out of his hold. You felt secure and safe with Yunho's arm around you, almost like you could feel how he protected you.

And for some reason, you just never wanted him to ever let you go.

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