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paint the town red - part ten

THE GREAT ADMIN WAR

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HUNGARY 2024

charles leclerc i'm sorry seb! you can't be mad at me.

sebastian vettel charles, you told the internet i had a crush on mark

charles leclerc but you did?

carlos sainz and you told them about his almost make-out with max.

ollie bearman we all saw that coming. i was around for mexico last year.

tony stark are you sleeping with the enemy leclerc?

charles leclerc no.

harley keener oh boy wait until this guy finds out who he is sleeping with

charles leclerc shut your fucking mouth keener!

tony stark i promised pepper i would stop being annoying

arthur leclerc WAIT- IS HE- OH MY GOD!

tony stark WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET FROM THAT?

ollie bearman OH MY GOD! HOW IS HE THE GENIUS?

bianca stark-potts oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.

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me & bae

for context, this is what he sent me at 7:30 in the morning.

carol danvers added one person

wanda maximoff so he's bae now?

bianca stark-potts no? yelena belova she loooves him

kamala khan oh my god this is the best day of my life.

yelena belova that is a child.

carol danvers kamala is not a child.

queen shuri how old is she?

kamala khan i'm 16!

riri williams by the way, who's bianca seeing?

queen shuri charles

riri williams HER DRIVER?

natasha romanoff now that i think about he is exactly her type.

pepper potts goofy? michelle jones will most likely blush when she calls him a pet name? wanda maximoff flirts with his childhood rival? queen shuri green eyes? natasha romanoff exactly.

bianca stark-potts when have i ever dated someone like him?

yelena belova SO YOU ARE DATING?!

bianca stark-potts NO STOP IT!

kamala khan but she likes him!

bianca stark-potts WHO LET THE CHILD IN HERE?

carol danvers i have never been this interested in someone's love life before.

kamala khan that's because you were in space for the longest time and are now dating an asgardian. carol danvers KAMALA! kamala khan i'm getting the feeling that no one knew that.

natasha romanoff WHAT? WHO?

bianca stark-potts 10 bucks it's valkyrie

carlos danvers 10 bucks bianca's dating charles but won't admit it because she's afraid that natasha and wanda will do what they did last time.

wanda maximoff it was something perfectly normal to do.

bianca stark-potts YOU BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE! natasha romanoff and he ended up cheating on you so really, no regrets.

michelle jones does charles know that harry was the one who gave you the dog? the same dog who loves charles very much and that charles adores?

kate bishop OSBORN?

bianca stark-potts not my brightest moment

kate bishop EVERYONE KNOWS OSBORN IS THE BIGGEST DICKHEAD AROUND!!

bianca stark-potts HE WASN'T A DICKHEAD WHEN WE FIRST STARTED DATING!!

kate bishop HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A DICKHEAD! HE JUST TRICKED YOU!

peter parker heeyy, guess what i just found out talking to red bull's media admin.

isaiah atkins peter if this another genius idea to wage war against the other teams i will tie you against our hospitality.

peter parker that is aggressive. but no bianca's going to hate this.

harley keener oh this is gonna be good.

peter parker guess who red bull invited to the next gp.

tony stark oh no. bianca stark-potts i knew this was going to bite me in the ass when carol brought him up.

charles leclerc what are we talking about?

harley keener oh boy, i can't wait to see how this one will go down.

bianca stark-potts HARLEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!

tony stark seriously hungary of all places? why not miami or monaco? hell texas or vegas would be a better place.

tony stark can't believe the dickhead said yes.

sebastian vettel what the hell is he upset about now?

peter parker oh it's great, bianca's ex boyfriend is attending the hungarian grand prix with red bull. peter parker the same one who gave her the dog we all know and love

bianca stark-potts PETER!!

ollie bearman i thought you said a friend gave you that?

harley keener oh it gets better. he asked her out with the dog as a gift.

charles leclerc oh.

charles leclerc would you look at that i suddenly have something to do with my brother.

arthur leclerc we do? charles leclerc yes we do

tony stark what's wrong with him?

sebastian vettel how do you not get it?

peter parker i'm also confused.

ollie bearman you're both hopeless.

ex-boyfriend huh?

harry and i dated but i never brought him up because he cheated on me. it's just- it's not important

he gave you a dog when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

i asked you out using a lightning mcqueen meme that you posted on your story.

and it was very adorable charles. i wouldn't change it for the world.

i'm not asking for you to do extravagant things like harry did. usually when he did them it meant he was cheating on me again.

a dog is not extravagant.

and what do you mean again?

it happened like four or five times each time with the same girl. the only reason i found out was because nat and wanda broke into his apartment.

they won’t do that to me right?

they might?

my apartment is a mess! they can’t break in with it like that!

glad to know those are your priorities.

are you kidding me, it’s black widow and the scarlet witch, they can’t see my messy apartment!

charles, it'll be fine. i doubt they'll break into your apartment.

but if they do?

they won't.

what if they do?

i'll talk to them.

bianca stark-potts

kamala khan that's so adorable.

michelle jones and they call this man a terror?

yelena belova he was a terror. i've seen the videos

natasha romanoff now i want to break into his apartment to see how messy it is.

wanda maximoff this is all the confirmation i needed to know that they are dating.

maria hill she warned him about you two breaking into his apartment. they're dating.

queen shuri i can't wait to see tony lose his shit over this.

riri williams i can should've seen this coming. he's exactly her type. america chavez you've been around less than me HOW DO YOU KNOW HER TYPE? riri williams i read the groupchat america!

hope van dyne i was in a meeting what did i miss?

hope van dyne OH MY GOD!! SCOTT OWES ME SO MUCH MONEY!!

bianca stark-potts YOU BET ON ME?

hope van dyne we bet that you would end up with a driver and we were right! scott thought it would be logan or lando. my money was on verstappen or charles.

alex albon all those in favor of max releasing the mad dutchman on this osborn guy

max verstappen why would i do that?

lando norris isn't it obvious? because she's dating the platonic love of your life

pierre gasly he's the platonic love of my life! yuki tsunoda do i mean nothing to you? pierre gasly yuki, no, it's not what it looks like!

george russell max just do as we ask! take him out!

oscar piastri as a date or murder? lando norris either works.

lando norris notice how he didn't argue that charles is the platonic love of his life.

max verstappen charles is not the platonic love of my life. it's daniel.

daniel ricciardo i'll take him out. i'll do it for vegas 2019!

charles leclerc NO! NO ONE TAKE HIM OUT!

charles leclerc WHAT'S THE FASTEST WAY TO CLEAN A MESSY APARTMENT?

pierre gasly WE'RE IN HUNGARY YOU IDIOT!

charles leclerc I AM IN DANGER OF IT GETTING BROKEN IN BY BLACK WIDOW AND THE SCARLET WITCH!! SOS!!

george russell WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?

carlos sainz according to harley it's ritual to do with all of bianca's boyfriends.

max verstappen wait what does that have to do with harry?

charles leclerc oh so he's harry now? max verstappen christian said i have to be nice to him. something about him being some good investor but i couldn't care less charles leclerc take him out. max verstappen and why should i do that charles? charles leclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME VERSTAPPEN!! HE- YOU KNOW- HE CHEATED ON BIANCA!! max verstappen and why is that important charlie? charles leclerc THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IDIOT! THAT'S WHY!

max verstappen BOOM! I WIN! PAY UP LOSERS!

pierre gasly NO YOU CALLED HIM CHARLIE! YOU CHEATED!

max verstappen I TOLD YOU LOSERS I COULD GET HIM TO CONFIRM THAT THEY WERE DATING!

charles leclerc YOU MADE A BET ON ME?

carlos sainz it's not fair, they didn't let me participate because i'm your teammate

oscar piastri can i let it be known that i didn't want anything to do with this?

logan sargeant LIAR! YOU WERE THE BOOKIE!

charles leclerc I TRUSTED YOU OSCAR!

oscar piastri it was either bookie or they were going to make me flirt with peter and figure out if he knew something.

daniel ricciardo i'm back what did i miss?

daniel ricciardo OH COME ON MAX GOT HIM TO SPILL THE BEANS BEFORE ME??

alex albon there is no getting in the way of lestappen daniel. it's time we accepted that. bianca should too if she's going to date charles.

charles sat in his room, frowning down at his phone nothing was worse than a 'we need to talk text.' his stomach currently felt like there were a million bees buzzing around in there. the knock at his door startled him and he rushed to open it, being met with the sight of of bianca. she smiled brightly at him, causing the bees to subside a bit.

"you wanted to talk?" charles asked. bianca noticed the scared expression on charles' face and her eyes widened, quickly understanding what charles thought there talk was going to about.

“no! this isn’t that kind of talk, i swear,” bianca quickly said.

“then what is it about?” charles questioned.

“can i come in?” charles nodded, stepping out of the doorway and opening the door wider, allowing her in. bianca gave him a slight smile, before moving to sit on the couch in his room. she sighed, “i owe you an explanation about harry.”

“no, you don’t,” charles said, as he sat next to her. bianca laid her head on his shoulder. charles intertwined their hands, “i do, and it’s the least i can do. besides, if i learned anything from that relationship it’s that honesty is always the way right thing to do.”

“okay,” charles whispered. bianca sighed again, “i met him at some charity event my dad was holding, when i was a little girl, before he was iron man. os corp was stark industries biggest rival, it still is. but somehow we were friends growing up.”

“romeo and juliet,” charles muttered. bianca laughed, “funny, my mom said the same thing. we- we didn’t start dating until we were 17, both of our dads were against it, but norman. norman saw it as an opportunity to show the public that he and my didn’t hate each other. i was a business opportunity to him.”

charles frowned, "that's not very nice of him."

"well he turned out to be a supervillain on another earth who hated peter. so fingers crossed he doesn't turn out like that here."

"what?"

"that's a wild story for another time," bianca explained, "but i loved harry. he was my first everything, except kiss. i lost that one in a game of truth or dare at a party when i was 13."

"hmm, i was kissed in front of a swing set when i was 9."

bianca laughed, "i loved him charlie, and he used it against me. the girl's name isn't important, although, she was very much aware that harry was in a relationship with me. the entire time we were together he was with her. 3 years of my life down the drain, wasted on someone who was never even worth it."

"i'm sorry chérie (dear) ," charles whispered as he hugged her, bianca burying her head in the crook of his neck, "you should've never gone through that with someone like him. maybe it was a good idea to convince max to take him out."

"like a date? or like murder?"

charles shrugged with one shoulder, "it doesn't matter, either works. although, i think kelly might be upset over the date one."

"and christian would upset when max ends up in prison for murder."

charles laughed and bianca giggled softly, "he's such a connard," charles said.

"i don't know what that means," bianca admitted.

"asshole. it means asshole."

"good," bianca said, "because he is one."

"we should- non c'est bête (no, it's stupid)," charles cut himself off. bianca pulled away from him, "no, what were you going to say?"

"it is dumb," charles said as he dismissed his own thoughts.

"it's not," bianca argued, "what is it?"

"we should- we should go somewhere over break. like as a couple. that is what we are no?"

bianca smiled widely at him, "yes we are, and we should. where are we going?"

"oh," charles said, surprised, "i did not think you would say yes. i have not thought that far ahead."

"it's okay. we can go anywhere. i don't mind."

"well i'm glad we are a couple because i accidentally told a few other drivers we were dating."

"charles, i called you bae, and wanda immediately caught on."

charles laughed and bianca smiled at him. she curled into him, laying her head on his chest. the stark-potts girl yawned, "can i take a nap?"

"yeah," charles whispered, "you can take a nap. i think i'll nap with you."

"i'd like that." bianca whispered as she closed her eyes.

SPA 2024

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scuderiaferrari it's a rainy one here in spa but we're glad to end the first half of the season on such a high note. it's another double podium for the ferrari boys. see y'all after the break! next stop: zandvoort!

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↳ harleykeener is this what red bull felt like last year?

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↳ charles_leclerc at least he didn't tie you to the hospitality like he threatened.

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biancastark_potts and we've got another amazing half to go!!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! okay, i needed to give bianca an ex but i could not be bothered to come up with a face claim or name for him so i just went with harry osborn. i know technically the osborn family doesn't exist in the main mcu universe but in my world they do. i also googled a fan cast for harry osborn and the most popular one was timothee so i went with him. please ignore any typos in this, i made this on no sleep because insomnia is a bitch.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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sunny44 · 5 months

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What about us? (Part 2)

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of the 2021 season and retirement

Summary: You and Lewis decide the future of yours relationship.

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Days passed since Harley's birthday and she was still ecstatic even after several days. Lewis and I navigated the delicate balance of co-parenting, silently grappling with the underlying currents of our shared history.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the Monaco horizon, I found Lewis standing on the balcony of my apartment, gazing into the distance. The weight of his unspoken struggles hung in the air.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, stepping outside. He turned to me, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.

"Sure."

We stood in companionable silence, appreciating the illuminated city below us. Finally, he broke the quietude.

"I've been thinking a lot about what Angela said, about missing having a family." I nodded, sensing the vulnerability in his words.

"Lewis, we've been through a lot and whatever decision you make about your career or life, Harley and I will be here for you." He sighed, shoulders relaxing a fraction.

"I appreciate that. It's just... Formula 1 has been my world for so long, and I'm at a point where I question if it's still where I belong." I placed a hand on his arm, offering comfort.

"Sometimes change is necessary. If you decide to step away, we'll support you. What matters for us is your well-being." He nodded, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"I'm so lucky to have you both."

“Harley and I are lucky to have you in our lives.”

The following weeks brought more heart-to-heart conversations, a tentative exploration of what the future might hold. As the Monaco Grand Prix approached, Lewis faced the track with a newfound perspective.

Race day arrived and I found myself watching from the stands, Harley's eyes gleaming with excitement. She was passionate about this world, and her favorite part was watching her father on the tracks. Lewis's car roared down the circuit, and she cheered excitedly, pointing to the black Mercedes and then to Uncle Max’s Redbull car.

In an unexpected turn of events, Lewis clinched victory, reclaiming his place on the podium. The cheers of the crowd echoed through the principality.

After the race, Lewis joined us, a mix of exhaustion and elation on his face. Harley hugged him tightly, and he looked at me with a genuine smile. Perhaps, in that moment, he found a piece of the joy that had been missing since that championship in 2021.

As the celebrations unfolded, I couldn't help but wonder where our journey would lead. I had thought a lot about us since Harley's birthday, and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him, because I did, a lot.

I missed waking up, and he was the first person I saw in the morning, sharing the small victories of our lives and being the three of us together as a family.

"She's asleep," he said, appearing in his apartment's kitchen. We came here after the race.

"She didn't take an afternoon nap, so it was expected," I said, handing him a cup of tea. "I've been thinking."

"About?" he asks after taking a sip of his tea.

"About us." Immediately, he puts the cup on the counter, and I do the same.

"And?"

"I know it's been a while since we broke up, and I believe the reason we ended things was genuine, and I truly think we needed to step back then, but..." I took a deep breath.

"But?"

"But I never wanted us to end things that way."

"Me neither; that was certainly a year of losses for me, and Harley definitely saved me."

"I know, but I don't want to live like this anymore."

"Like what?"

"Separated." I could see his eyes light up. "I want her to have stability, to know that we'll always be here for her, and I also need you here whenever you can."

"You want to get back together with me?"

"Yes. Unless you don't want to."

"That's what I want the most since you told me you were pregnant." He says getting closer. "I love you, I never stopped loving you and I want to spend the rest of our lives together."

"That's good because I love you too." He smiles, and we kiss.

And it was exactly as if we were kissing for the first time again, the feeling of butterflies and happiness was the same.

"Come on, let's finish our tea in bed." We grabbed our cups and went to his bedroom.

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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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Have the Gooners had any direct or indirect encounters with any supervillains?

Interviewer: Tell me why you want to intern at LexCorp.

Booker: LexCorp? The ad said something else.

Interviewer: LexCorp is our parent company.

Booker: I see.

[later that day]

Booker: *finds an ad for criminals wanting an intern*

Booker: Well, it's either this or LexCorp.

Booker: *applies*

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Riddler: Behold, my ultimate puzzle!

Riddler: *clicks a remote*

Riddler: Why isn't the screen working?

Henchman: It's the new software update. I'm calling tech support.

Henchman: *calls*

Mac, on the other end: Best Buy Geek Squad, how may I assist you?

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[a year ago]

Gene's coworker: Hey Gene, can you do me a favor?

Gene: I would, but I'm totally swamped with this one guy's tax returns.

Gene's coworker: Which one?

Gene: Someone named Harvey Dent. There are so many discrepancies, it's like he's living two lives.

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Milo: *driving*

Milo: *sees a pedestrian*

Milo: *slams the brakes and honks*

Harley: Hey, I'm walkin' here!

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Otto: Morning, Basil. The usual wash?

Clayface: *nods*

Otto: Sounds good. I'll get your car clay-free in half an hour.

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[two years ago]

Cobblepot: Bartender, another drink!

Molly: Sir, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cut you off.

Cobblepot: Who owns this lounge? Who's paying your salary?

Molly: Fine, what'll it be?

Cobblepot: Our finest red wine, of course.

Molly: Good choice.

Molly: *slips a sedative when he's not looking*

Molly: Here you go. Have a good night.

Cobblepot: What?

Molly: Nothing.

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[three years ago]

Talia: For this drill, I want to focus on distance. Team A, take the turrets. Team B, you're on the ground with arrows.

Kellin: *grabs a bow*

Talia: And... fire!

Kellin: *fires an arrow*

*arrow hits an oil lamp*

*lamp falls next to Ra's*

*cape catches fire*

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Blaise: *googles how to make his weed plants grow faster*

Blaise: *clicks on a video*

The video: Good afternoon, gardeners and plant lovers. I'm Dr. Pamela Isley and today I'll be showing you how to...

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[three years ago]

Scarecrow's assistant: Sir, one of your employees wants to see you.

Scarecrow: Send him in.

Rob: Dr. Crane, I'm Rob Steeler. I'm one of the people who intercepted that shipment containing the last ingredient you need for your new fear gas.

Scarecrow: And what do you need?

Rob: Can these other guys step out of the room? It's kind of personal.

Scarecrow: *waves them out*

Rob: *points a gun at Scarecrow*

Scarecrow: Somebody's feeling fearless.

Rob: Your new formula cost me the love of my life. I can see you reaching under your desk for some fear gas and I'm telling you right now, it won't work because the thing I'm most afraid of already came true.

Scarecrow: So you seek revenge.

Rob: Tempting, but no. I want an out—from you, your organization, and your operations. I don't want you or any of your big-shot Rogue connections to come anywhere near me or my family.

Scarecrow: And if I refuse?

Rob: *shoots the wall behind Scarecrow*

Scarecrow: Very well, have it your way. Best of luck finding any semblance of success. You and I both know you will live and die a common thief.

Rob: We'll revisit that when we meet in hell.

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2nd2ndalto · 10 months

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I have a headcanon that all the demigod kids routinely end up in each others beds/cabins at night, because nightmares and trauma and whatnot. So I wrote this smol fic.

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There Is Rest and There's You

The first time Nico sees Annabeth leaving the Poseidon cabin at an ungodly early hour (having been dragged from his warm bed by Leo and Jason for an ungodly early errand), he flushes, quickly looking away. Because it's obvious, even to him, that she’d spent the night. But Annabeth merely sleepily raises a hand in greeting and continues on her way back to her own cabin.

Jason, maybe noticing Nico’s discomfort, simply shrugs. “Musical cabins,” he explains. “Happens a lot.”

Leo nods in agreement. “Yep. I had some really wicked nightmares last week, three nights running. I ended up on Jason’s floor. Would have been in the bed, but Piper got there first,” he adds, disgruntled.

Huh, Nico thinks. Musical cabins. That's a little weird.

After that, he pays more attention. It’s not unusual, as it turns out, to find the Apollo cabin overstuffed with various campers early in the morning, rivalling even the occupancy of the Hermes cabin. Sometimes it’s couples tucked in together, but more often it’s friends, siblings. Seeking comfort, and sleep.

It's six months into Nico's stay at Camp when he begins forgetting to lock the door to Cabin Thirteen. He nearly runs Harley through with his sword the first night he finds the younger boy fast asleep in his cabin. But after that, it quickly becomes routine to wake to the quiet comfort of someone else’s soft snoring across the darkened room. Most often it's Will, brushing a warm hand over Nico's forehead before settling into the other bed, but sometimes it's Harley, and several times Leo, complaining that Jason’s bed was already full.

It’s a little weird, but surprisingly nice. Nico begins leaving his door unlocked most of the time.

On a night late in February, the nightmares are worse than usual. Nico wakes in a cold sweat, heart pounding, tears welling behind his eyelids. He does what he usually does - dresses quickly, and walks. There’s something meditative about the rhythm of his boots on the ground and the sharp, cold air on his skin that usually settles him.

But the thing is, it’s really cold. And after only about half an hour he finds himself standing in the central green, torn. He can't feel his toes, but he can’t quite stomach the thought of returning to his own empty cabin, either.

His frozen feet lead him up the stairs to Cabin Seven. And gods, it’s warm inside.

There’s a soft rustle of blankets from Will’s bunk.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is soft and scratchy. “What’s wrong?”

The taller boy is out of bed and across the cabin in a heartbeat, reaching for Nico’s hand. Scanning him, Nico knows, blue eyes wide with worry.

Nico shakes his head. “I’m fine. Just - couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, and the concern on Will’s face fades to sympathy.

“The bunk above mine is empty,” he says simply.

And that’s that. Nico climbs up, snuggles in. Will’s messy blond bedhead pops over the edge of the bunk, his smile fond. He squeezes Nico’s arm. “Sleep tight.” And then he disappears.

Nico worries it might be awkward, in the daylight. It’s anything but. The Apollo cabin is a riot of sound and motion in the morning. Austin flings a stuffed turtle at Nico's head. Nico's foot is hanging off the edge of the bunk, and Kayla tickles it, cackling when he squeaks.

“Breakfast time, sleepyhead,” she chirps.

“Sleep well?” Will asks as Nico climbs back down.

And the thing is, he really did.

Time passes. The nightmares wax and wane, but they get easier, mostly.

Until one night in July. It’s almost a year to the day since he came to stay at Camp - Nico thinks, later, maybe that’s why the nightmares hit particularly hard. He wakes shaking, gasping for air, convinced he’s fading again, permanently this time. It scares him so much more than it did when it was actually happening. He shoves his hands against the wood of his headboard, hard, positive they’re going to slip right through. They don’t, but he can't shake the panic.

Nico’s up and out the door in the space of a breath, no hesitation as he makes a beeline, barefoot, for Cabin Seven. The air is cool for July, the full moon shining bright above.

He can feel his panic ease the second he closes the door behind him, soothed by a quiet symphony of soft breathing.

But the bunk above Will’s is occupied tonight, and as Nico's eyes adjust, he realizes all the others are, too.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is a whisper. “Nightmare?” He sits up, silhouetted in moonlight.

“Yeah.” Nico steps closer. “Looks like you’re all full in here, though. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He turns to leave, but Will grabs his arm. “I’ll come with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. You go back to sleep.”

Will gazes at him in the dark, fingers still wrapped around Nico’s wrist. “Or you could stay. Here.”

“There’s no room, though.”

“I have room,” Will whispers.

Nico blinks at Will’s bunk, then back at Will, his stomach attempting to leap into his throat. Will’s eyes are wide, nervous.

“I... um -” Nico begins. He can feel his face heating at the thought of it.

“Gods, di Angelo, just stop talking and get into his bed. Literally no one cares,” Kayla grumbles from the next bunk over. There appears to be at least one Demeter kid in her bed. Maybe two.

Will’s fighting a grin now and he shrugs. Nico shrugs back, then… climbs into the bed. Will scoots over to make room, pulling the blankets over them both. And gods it’s warm, and it smells like Will, and when nothing else calms him, that always does.

Nico lets his eyes close. Then -

“Do - do I feel like I’m fading?” he asks in a whisper, echoes of the nightmare flashing behind his closed eyelids.

Will gazes at him. Then he reaches for Nico’s hand.

“No,” Will whispers. Someone clears their throat nearby and Will grimaces, yanking the blankets over their heads.

“Did something happen?” he asks, his breath brushing Nico’s face.

“No, just - nightmare."

Will nods in understanding. “No. You’re good,” he smiles. He goes to pull the blankets back down, then seems to reconsider.

“That’s um… that’s usually why I end up in your cabin. At night.” he admits, quiet. “Sometimes... I just need to make sure that you’re still solid.”

Nico stomach flip-flops. "Oh."

Will shrugs, sheepish. He pulls the blankets back down, settling on his side. "Here," he says, reaching for Nico's hand again. "Then neither of us has to worry." He tangles their fingers together, reaching out to lay his other hand on Nico's arm, tethering him.

Will's soft smile in the dark is dazzling, and his hands are warm, and Nico worries his own answering smile might just light up the entire cabin.

When he wakes hours later to the familiar sounds of chaos, his head tucked against Will's shoulder, Will's face buried in his hair, well. He thinks maybe this musical cabins thing isn't so bad after all.

Notes

This is a short one! I tried to challenge myself to write something coherent in 1000 words or less. I almost managed it.

It is also my personal headcanon that Harley kind of attaches himself to Nico & sees him as a big brother. This comes up in something else I'm working on as well.

I would love to hear your related headcanons! Snuggly demigods! Sleeping in heaps like puppies!

Jason may not come up much in my fics but please rest assured he is Always Alive.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #one-shot #prompt fic #my writing #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #rated g #fluff #other characters appear briefly #minor valgrace maybe?

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libraryofgage · 2 months

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The Prince and the Metalhead (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

I am once again posting the modern royalty au hfjsdk

The next one is gonna have the beginnings of Steddie, but take some happy Steve fluff for now lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Steve wakes up on the morning of his twelfth birthday to Dart burrowing between his cheek and the pillow, drenching both in excited slobber. He wrinkles his nose, rolling over and wiping slobber off with a corner of his sheets. When Dart begins to burrow under his neck, he accepts that he's not going back to sleep, and sits up.

He picks Dart up, huffing slightly under her increased weight, and places her in his lap. She wiggles around, nearly vibrating off of him. "Good morning," Steve says, scratching behind her ear and earning a bark in return. He takes it as her wishing him a happy birthday and nods. "Thanks, Dart."

With a deep breath, he throws off the covers and slides out of bed. He opens the door of his room to find Clarisse already there, her hand raised as thought ready to knock. She blinks, holding Steve's gaze for a few seconds before lowering her hand and clearing her throat. "Good morning, Steve."

"Good morning, Grandmother."

She smiles at him, her shoulders relaxing some. "Happy birthday."

"You...know it's my birthday?"

"Of course," she says, nodding once as she gestures inside the room. Steve steps out of the way, allowing Clarisse into the room. A man in a suit follows after her, placing a long box on the desk and bowing to them both before quickly leaving. "Your twelfth birthday marks a very important milestone for Genovian royalty."

Steve blinks, quietly shutting the door as Clarisse sits at the desk the box has been placed on. "How so?" Steve asks, sitting on the bed and pulling his legs under him. Dart jumps up after him, rolling around in the sheets by his knee.

"Well, to be perfectly honest, the tenth birthday is the important one," Clarisse admits, "That marks your capability of taking on increased responsibilities as royalty. However, you weren't here then. So, the twelfth will be important, instead."

That only sort of answers his question, but Steve nods anyway, deciding he doesn't want to risk annoying Clarisse.

"Genovian princes begin learning swordsmanship after their tenth birthday. It's not a requirement anymore, of course, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity," Clarisse explains, picking up the box as she stands and sitting on the other side of Steve. "Consider this a birthday gift from me as Queen of Genovia."

"What does that mean?" Steve asks, carefully taking the box.

"It means you're still getting a gift from me as your grandmother."

Steve nods once, trying to process this as he looks back down at the box. "Can I open it?"

"Of course."

Carefully, he pulls the lid off the box. He was expecting the sword inside, but he's still surprised by the sight of it. The blade gleams in the light, and the hilt is encrusted with a line of colorful jewels. When he looks closer, he realizes the hilt is also engraved with names, and Steve soon finds his own among them. "What are the names for?" he asks.

"Every owner of this sword has their name engraved on the hilt," Clarisse says, smiling gently. "This sword is yours, Steve. It will always be yours, and your name there is proof of that."

"Oh," Steve breathes, slowly wrapping his hand around the hilt and lifting the sword from the box. He keeps the blade aimed away from himself, Dart, and Clarisse, unwilling to risk harming them. "Will I be fighting anyone?" he asks.

"No, no, of course not," Clarisse says, waving away the concern. "Swordsmanship is a way to keep active and connect to Genovian culture. It is also a rather handy skill to show off for visiting dignitaries."

Steve smiles slightly, lifting the sword some and noting that it's heavier than is comfortable. It'll be easier to carry and swing as he gets stronger, though. "Thank you, Grandmother," he says, his voice soft as he carefully places the sword back in the box.

"I do hope you'll wear it to your birthday party next week."

Steve blinks, looking up at Clarisse with a confused frown. "Birthday party?" he asks. He doesn't like parties; he especially doesn't like parties where he's supposed to be the center of them. All that happens is shoes that pinch his feet, subtle but sharp glares from his parents when he doesn't behave exactly as they want, and his stomach growling because he's not allowed to eat anything to avoid getting his clothes messy.

"Yes," Clarisse says, smiling warmly at Steve. "I intend to officially introduce you as Crown Prince of Genovia at your birthday. Of course, you'll be free to play with the other children once I have."

"Do...do I have to have a birthday party?" Steve asks, avoiding Clarisse's eyes so he doesn't have to see the anger or disappointment that follows his question.

A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, the palm warm and reassuring. "No, you don't," Clarisse says, "I want you to be comfortable, Steve. If you would be more comfortable not having a party, then we simply won't have one."

"You wouldn't get in trouble?"

"With who? I am the queen, you know. There are very few people who can scold me, and even fewer I would take seriously."

Steve nods, looking back down at the sword in its box. He doesn't want to disappoint Clarisse, and this party sounds like it's important. Maybe he can just grin and bear it like he usually does. Getting to play with Robin and Jonathan after being introduced will make that easier. Yeah. He can handle it for a few minutes, especially if it will make Clarisse smile.

"It's okay," Steve says, glancing up at his grandmother. "We should have the party."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Clarisse smiles, her expression soft and warm, and Steve feels grounded and happy with his decision. "Okay, then. Just tell me if you change your mind, Steve. I won't be angry."

"I know, Grandmother."

"Now," Clarisse says, clapping her hands together as she easily changes the subject, "Let's move along. You've got a birthday breakfast waiting for you."

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"Ugh, all the girls keep staring at you," Robin says, her nose crinkled with annoyance when Steve glances at her. Her arms are crossed, her hip jutting out slightly so the hilt of her sword gently bumps against the hilt of Steve's. "Don't they know you're a dingus?"

"They're enamored by his hair," Jonathan says, his words quickly followed by a flash as he takes a photo. Steve looks at him now, watching as he lowers the camera. "It defies gravity."

"Is that all I am? A dingus with good hair?" Steve asks, unable to help an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, you're not bad with a sword, either," Robin admits, nudging him with her elbow.

"Your Mandarin is passable, I guess," Jonathan adds.

"My Mandarin is flawless, thanks," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he looks back out at the crowd. Guests in formal dress are mingling around the ballroom and completely ignoring Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. The only exception is one group of young women across the way that keep glancing at the trio before furtively whispering to each other.

Compared to some of his past birthday parties, his seventeenth is relatively tame. It doesn't have the bounce-house maze of his thirteenth (Robin's idea) or the full-fledged film studio complete with hair, makeup, and a director for guests to pretend they're movie stars of his fourteenth (Erica's idea) or the literal forest of photo shoot locations of his fifteenth (Jonathan's idea) or the battle bot creation station and ring of his sixteenth (Dustin's idea).

This year, he just requested a normal ball. No gimmicks. No special events or entertainers. It had resulted in whining and complaining from Robin, Dustin, and Erica, but Steve figured they'd calm down after stuffing themselves with cake.

As he's smiling politely at a girl whose eyes he happened to meet, the opening notes of a Genovian Waltz flow through the ballroom. Steve glances to his grandmother, watching as she takes Joe's hand to be led onto the dance floor. He then looks at Robin, offering a hand to her and grinning when she scowls at it. "Only if I get to lead this time," she says.

"Sure," Steve says, turning his hand over to place it in Robin's. He waves at Jonathan as she walks him onto the dance floor, turns around, and places a hand on his waist. As she leads him through the first steps of the waltz, Steve glances at the crowd around them before quietly saying, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh, are you finally sharing what you and Her Majesty have been having your little meetings about?"

Steve rolls his eyes, smiling a bit as he squeezes Robin's hand. "You're the first person I'm telling, if that helps."

She sniffs, glancing away and apparently meeting a cute girl's gaze since she winks before looking at Steve again. "Barely," she says, guiding Steve to duck under her arm in a spin. "Go ahead, though."

"Grandmother has given me permission to attend school in America for my senior year."

Robin blinks, nearly tripping over her own feet. Luckily, Steve catches her, briefly taking the lead so the mistake isn't noticed until she's stable again. "Seriously?" she asks, lowering her voice a little more. "So, what, California? New York? Please say we're going somewhere with a beach."

Steve's smile becomes apologetic as he says, "No, actually...Hawkins. I wanted to attend school in Hawkins."

The only thing that keeps him from faltering when Robin purposefully steps on his foot as hard as she can is all the practice he has from her accidentally stepping on his foot as hard as she can. He sighs as she glares at him and hisses, "Are you stupid? Seriously?! This is dumber than the time you kissed Jonathan."

"Rude. It's not dumber than the time you and I tried kissing?"

"No, because at least you being attracted to how awesome I am made sense."

"I suddenly feel sorry for Jonathan."

Robin rolls her eyes and pinches Steve's waist. "Seriously, why are you going back to Hawkins? That place sucks. You hate it."

"No, I hate my parents. I don't hate Hawkins. I just...want to see if it's changed, I guess. I want to see what the town is like now that I'm, you know, happy," Steve explains, watching Robin closely for her reaction. When she doesn't agree after a few seconds, he sighs and adds, "You don't have to come, Robin."

"Of course, I'm coming, Dingus. You can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I'm your personal guard. I literally get paid to personally guard you."

"Good," Steve says, "It wouldn't be fun without you. Everyone else is coming, too. Well, except for Grandmother, but she promised to visit when she could."

"Wait, does this mean I have to go to school, too? Like, seriously?"

"Yeah. And Jonathan. And the kids. We have to at least try to blend in," Steve says, grinning at the devastated expression of Robin's face. If he'd gone to a private school, she probably could've gotten away with just being his personal guard, but a public school means actually blending in.

"The things I do for you," she mutters as the song comes to an end. She and Steve take a step back from each other and bow as the guests politely clap around them.

Before Steve can say anything, a warm hand rests on his shoulder. He looks over to see Clarisse, smiles brightly, and offers his hand to her. "Can I have your next dance, Grandmother?" he asks.

A now-familiar happiness settles in his stomach when she agrees, placing her hand in his. Steve basks in it, absolutely certain he'll have no problems in Hawkins so long as he remembers this feeling.

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#stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #princess diaries crossover #queen clarisse renaldi #modern royalty au #platonic stobin #future steddie #robin buckley #jonathan byers #my writing #steve deserves good parents actually #i'm a simple woman #i drop lore about steve and jonathan kissing one (1) time #and then never follow up hfjdsk #steddie is gonna be in the next one bois!

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emmedoesntdomath · 2 months

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warning: she’s back on her parkner bullshit

here’s the thing-

most americans will tell you they don’t have an accent. they’ll insist on it, in fact. but- realistically- even if someone doesn’t have an “accent”, they’ll have specific regional dialect traits and tendencies that they do that basically equate to having an accent. drawing out certain vowels, dropping your ‘r’, over-enunciating the ‘r’, using words that are straight up not used anywhere else in the country. etc etc.

so let’s make something clear here.

when I say that harley keener has a country accent, I don’t mean the overplayed accent that exists in hollywood (which, to their credit, DOES exist in the south, just not normally the part of tennessee that we typically shove rose hill in).

i mean that harley keener sounds like every boring american accent you see in modern television, EXCEPT for when he’s tired and his ‘t’s turn into ‘aht’ like he’s yawning mid-word. I mean that he sprinkles in a ‘darlin’ and ‘honey’ here and there, but ONLY when he feels like being a little shit or he’s too sleep deprived to have a filter. I mean that he moved to new york, noticed the way his vowels and ‘g’s seemed to slip and slide off of his tongue different from everyone else and decided that he was tired of being too much rose hill and too little harley and forced his mouth to sound like the streets around him.

and peter? peter will swear up and down he has no accent, and even if he did, it’s the right one, so shut up about it. it’s a mix of queens and jersey and the little bit of italian may imprinted on him, and it’s loud in the way that only big city accents are. you wouldn’t notice it in normal conversation, but then peter throws out a quip mid-fight, and yeah, there it is. him snapping at harley in the mornings with something that sounds like it came out of good will hunting, and going to class with a inflection like he’s from so-cal.

and they’ll both shove the accents down, on purpose and without knowing, like it’s a secret where their childhood is and how it isn’t home now. harley’s all country when he’s blaring george strait, but crisp and practiced when in a board meeting. peter’s loud and loving when he goes home to may, but quiet and slower when talking to the kid he finds lost on the street. it’s a practice, and a routine, and it’s both complimentary and grating on their ears.

just a thought.

#marvel #marvel 616 #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #peter parker #spiderman #spider man #peter 3 #bi peter parker #harley keener #peter x harley #harley x peter #parkner #parley #harley keener x peter parker #emme’s bad ideas

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Dilf! Cowboy! Peter Parker x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Coming home for the summer back to the farm had it's perks. One of them being, you get to help out the owner of the ranch next door, Peter Parker. As they say- save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Warnings: thigh riding, over stim, BREEDING KINK, pet names, sir kink, praise kink, dumbification kink, degradation kink, tit play, smut implied, choking, cum feeding, teasing, swearing, yelling & booze mentioned ( readers father gets drunk & mad), age gap ( reader is mid 20s, peter is 40s), i let all my daddy issues shine through with this one yall, saddle up!!

Notes: "you're in the wind, i'm in the water- nobody's son, nobody's daughter... watching the chemtrails over the country club" - lana del rey, chemtrails over the country club

The caw of the rooster woke you every morning.

You didn’t have the luxury of an alarm clock, the blaring red numbers and constant blaring every five seconds being replaced with the trickle of the sunrise through your dainty lace curtains, the weight of your dog Harley jumping on your legs.

You didn’t mind.

It was a nice change from the sound of the bustling streets, the yelling of people down below mixed with the consistent sirens.

You loved your little apartment in the city, your roommate always providing you with comfort and kind words with a side of her jasmine tea.

But you had missed home.

You missed breathing in fresh, clean air, the soft breeze that would sway through the willow trees by the creek. You missed the feeling of the warm sunlight beating on you as you sat in the pasture with the cows, often sketching them while your father would yell at you to feed them, not just give them therapy sessions.

You could already hear their mooing from by the barn, causing you to sit up with a stretch, a yawn escaping your lips as you scrambled out from under the sheets.

An extra pep was in your step as you scurried down the hall to the washroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face in record time.

Today was the day.

You braided your hair in little pigtails, wrapping little pink bows to finish them off, smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

Today, you'd be seeing Mr. Parker again. Mr. Parker was your neighbour, the owner of the ranch right next to your farm. Your father had introduced him to you the second you had hauled in your suitcases in the door for the summer, and you nearly had fallen to your knees right then and there.

He was a living Adonis, his boyish smile making your face heat more than the stale summer heat outside.

I offered you up to help Mr.Parker this summer Y/N. His boys left the ranch to settle in the city before their first year at University.

Now typically, you hated when your father did this. This, little thing where he’d offer you around to the villagers like carol songs on Christmas, announcing that’d you'd be helping them with chores, without charge.

Of course, you couldn't just say no- being rude was not in your nature. But it irked you to no end when you’d have to scrub Mrs. Dorris's endless pile of dishes, or when you were forced to shovel manure on Mr. Hill’s barn with a smile plastered on your face.

But this wasn't Mrs. Dorris, and sure as hell wasn't Mr. Hill. This was Mr. Parker.

I’ll go easy on ya darlin. he had said with a wink, when the look of surprise was stunned upon your face at your father's words. Your heart had fluttered, hands went clammy as your fidgeted with your sundress. The thought of him and the words that rolled off his tongue had you smiling, a blush staining your cheeks as you ran back to your bedroom, slipping on the prettiest shirt you owned, and a pair of jeans that hugged your curves like a glove.

A basket filled with fresh berries and slices of homemade bread you had prepared last night was wrapped in flannel linen as you kissed your father on the cheek, and rushed out the door.

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“Come in!” the husky voice called in response to your soft knocking on the oak door, sending shivers down your spine as you creaked it open, peeping your head inside. The sight had you nearly falling to your knees, the basket near slipping from your fingers.

You had walked in on him buttoning up the last of his white dress shirt, his beautiful, calloused hands adjusting the silver watch at his wrist. There was no ring on his finger, you noted.

Part of you hated yourself for feeling a wave of relief and happiness wash over you at the bareness of his hands, the other side encouraged it.

It was agony, wanting this man. You knew deep down, it probably wasn't right, him being a little younger than your father. Yet you couldn't stop the feelings you felt, no matter how much you tried to repress them back down. They bubbled to the surface, with every smile he gave you, with every word that spilled from his lips.

“Hello, love.” he smiled, bringing your attention up to his soft, brown eyes, the sunlight shining on them, turning them caramel.

“Hello sir.” you smiled softly placing the basket of goodies on the table, clasping your hands together. As if your inner conscious knew if you didn't, you'd reach out to touch the living artwork of the man, running your fingers down the planes of his shoulders, across his sharp jawline, through the strands of his silky hair from under that damn hat…

“Are those for me darlin’?” he asked, tugging you out of your daydream. “They're from Daddy's bushes outback… I picked some yesterday. The bread I made last night.” you blushed, watching as he popped a raspberry in his mouth.

Juices stained his fingers, in which you watched him suck them clean, his eyes boring into yours the entire time, gaze mischievous.

You gulped.

“You shouldn't have love. You’re too sweet.” he winked, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows as he brushed past your frame. “You give little treats to everyone darlin?” he asked, eyebrow raised as he held the door open, nudging for you to step back outside with him.

You obeyed.

“Only the ones I like.” you teased, earning a laugh from him. It was your new favourite sound, you decided, as light and airy as the birds who chirped from the branches of his oak trees.

“I’m honoured, sweetheart.”

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Mr. Parker stood true to his word, of course. He did go easy on you.

Not once did you lift a finger, as much as you offered to. He just shooed you off with a smile, saying today was an “introduction day”.

You were given a tour of his property, its beautiful pasture and meadows appearing like a painting in your mind. You couldn't help but smile as you watched some horses gallop in the meadow, their manes blowing in the gentle breeze as the grass swayed. It was stunning here. All seven hundred acres of it.

From the little apple trees that bloomed white in the spring to the creek that stretched to the back of his property, you never wanted to leave here. Especially if Mr. Parker would be here.

The day was drawing near, the afternoon heat diminishing as he took you around his barn, showing you all the horses that nicked in their stalls. You’ll mostly be helping out here, if that's alright darlin. Just keeping them fed, watered, clean and maybe even on some rides while I get stuff done out back. He had told you as you scratched a pinto mare's forehead lovingly, laughing as he snorted at you.

“I saved the best for last.” he teased, leading you to very last stall. A gorgeous chestnut mare poked its head out from the opening, it’s doe eyes wide as it took you in.

“This is Layla. She’s truly something.” Sure enough, a golden plate with Layla was underneath her long neck, glimmering brightly as the sunlight trickled through the open doors. “She's beautiful.” you gasped, placing your hand out for her to sniff.

“Layla’s the first horse I ever bought. Don't let her age fool you though, she runs as fast as the greens our back.” he joked, scratching her neck gently. “She seems very friendly.” you nodded, your heart seeming to triple three sizes as she nudged Peter's body, as if to say- more attention on me please!

“Oh she's a sweetheart. She's my good girl, aren't you Layla? Such a good girl.” he cooed, patting her neck.

The barn suddenly became hot, the sticky afternoon heat reappearing as your cheeks flushed. Such a good girl.

Those four words alone had you keening, causing you to chew on your cheek as you clenched your thighs together, kicking little pebbles as a means to calm down.

Those words weren't sexual. They were not intended for you. So why did it feel like it was?

You wanted to slap yourself silly for thinking this way, taking something so innocent and contorting it into… whatever this was. The dampness in your panties increased as he turned his attention towards you, a grin on his face.

Almost as if he knew. Almost as if he could see right through you.

“So does that sound okay then love? Lookin after them?” You nodded, following suit after Peter as he turned on his heel, heading back out the main doors. “Good. Wanna make sure you're comfortable here, okay?”

“Yes Mr. Parker. Thank you, um, for showing me the ropes and stuff today.” you blushed. “Of course darlin’. And-” He stopped you with the gentle touch of his hand, the feeling warm against your goosebump ridden skin.

“Don't be afraid to come over after hours okay? If you need anything at all, I’m here.” His eyes bore into yours, the softness they portrayed making you hypnotised.

You would do anything this man asked of you. You'd come over every day, every night, every hour if that's what Peter wanted.

“Thank you sir. You’re too kind.” The fact his grip tightened slightly at your words didn't go unnoticed by you. Nothing ever did, when it involved him. “Have a good evening darlin’.”

It was going to be a very, very long summer indeed.

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“YOU RUIN EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH GIRL!” Your fathers' cruel voice and the sound of the glass hitting the floor echoed, his whisky coating the floor with its bitterness had you running for the door with a cry.

Your vision was blurry as you sniffled, tears making your eyes red and puffy as you sobbed. The door slammed behind you with a thud, your legs carrying you as fast as they could down the steps and to the driveway.

You needed out.

You needed away from this house, and your fathers booze stained breath. His temper raged when he drank, and that was many times this week.

Many, many times.

The cool air soothed your heaving lungs, the cicadas buzzing under the moon distracting the buzzing in your brain. You couldn't think of anywhere else to go but, well… Peters.

The offer he had given you the first day of your time on the ranch blazed in your memory like a wildfire, his soothing voice numbing the pain.

You wanted to see him.

The idea of his soft embrace and charming smile sent your feet running down the driveway, down the road and to his house. You prayed the offer still kept. You had worked for Peter nearly every day this summer, and when you didn't work, you still often dropped by to give him little treats and pastries.

It was too late to second guess yourself any longer as you clambered over the closed gate, lock and chains jangling as you jumped down. Cursing yourself for wearing a little lace nightgown, you made your way down the long driveway.

There was dim lighting from behind his curtains, and you were thankful he wasn't asleep. The guilt that would wash over you if he was would never leave. You made your way up the front porch steps, rattling on his door quietly, The curtains shuffled as he made his way to the door, creaking it open slowly.

“Y/N? Darlin are you okay?” he asked gently, a look of concern on his face as he shooed you in. “I know its late, Mr. Parker sir but I just…”

You burst out into tears, hands covering your face as you cried. You felt his large frame wrap around you in a comforting embrace, swaying you side to side in his arms.

“Shhh, shh its okay love. Just let it out, atta girl.” he cooed softly, stroking your hair in a soothing manner as you gripped his shirt like your life depended on it.

“M’so sorry sir.” you sniffled, rubbing your nose as he lead you over to the couch. “Hey, never ever apologise honey. I told you that you could over anytime, did I not?”

You nodded softly, glancing up to meet his gaze. “Exactly. Can you tell me what happened love?”

His voice was so rich, so smooth and dreamy you never wanted him to stop talking. Each word was a note from a symphony, blending together in perfect harmony. You trusted him. More than anything, you trusted him. Which is why you told him everything.

“Dad was drinking again and he- he started getting mad again. Throwing stuff and yellin, blaming me for things I- I have no control over.” you sniffled, his palm cupping your cheek as he whipped your stray tear with his thumb.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry. That's not very nice of him is it?” You shook your head. “He’s being so cruel to you angel. But I’m so proud of you for coming over, you did the right thing.” he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly.

You felt your heart thud madly in your chest, its beat in sync with the cantering stallions in the barnyard. His skin smelt of oak as he drew you even closer to him, sliding your body across his lap. There was nearly no space between the two of you now, but you didn't care.

Peter was here now.

He’d take care of you.

“He’s always telling me mean things, it makes me cry. I don't like to cry very much Mr. Parker.” you whispered, the throbbing in your core becoming more prominent as he began to bounce his knee.

Up down, up down.

You hiccuped softly as his hand came to rest on your thigh, tracing circles gently against your skin. It was comforting. You liked it, more than you should have.

“Tears can be pretty sometimes sweetheart. Happy tears, for instance.”

“But these aren't happy ones sir.” you smiled weakly, watching as his hand inch up your thigh. “I know sweetheart. We should do somethin about that eh? Get you feeling all better?” he purred.

You nodded, too dumbstruck for words as his hand resumed its hitch hiking, making its way closer to your soaking clothed cunt from under your nightgown.

Oh god.

“W-what are you doing sir?” you asked meekly as his fingers gently traced the cloth, making you shiver, the pulsing of your clit near unbearable as he teased.

“Oh darlin, I’m making it all better, see?” he pouted, slowly adjusting you so you sat straddled across his thigh. “But Mr. Park-”

“Shhh, darlin. Its just me, its your Peter.” he shushed you, hands tracing the curves of your hips, running up and down as he watched your nipples pebble from under the soft nightgown. He could sense the worry on your face as you chewed on your lip, looking up at him softly.

You wanted this. More than anything you wanted this. But deep down, you knew it was a bad idea, getting mixed up with your employer.

But weren't the bad ideas always the best ones?

“I see those thoughts runnin in that pretty head of yours baby. Little girls like you don't need to think, they need to be taken care of. And I’m gonna take care of you okay? I’ll give you everything you need, everything to make you feel better.” he cooed, tugging on a curl that had fallen from behind your ear as you swallowed, nodding.

He was right. Peter was always right, you knew this.

“Yes sir.” you whispered, eager to please the man. “God when you call me that darlin you drive me wild. Make me so god damn hard and you don't even know it, you silly girl.” he mocked, eye brow raised as he squeezed your cheeks together.

“Makes me wanna bend you over and stuff you full of cum, till your drippin. Makes me wanna spank your ass red, till you're a blubbering mess. But I can’t do that, can I sweetheart? That'd be too cruel for my innocent lil girl.” Peters grip made its way down to your neck, closing firmly around your neck, making you gasp.

“Mr. Parker I need-”

“Ah ah ah..” he clucked his tongue, watching your doe eyes widen. “I know what you need darlin. I always know what you need.”

Any thoughts from your brain has left, your body and mind solely given to use for Peter in whichever way he wanted. You wouldn't be surprised if drool dribbled out of your mouth with the way you were under his trance, your gaze fully focused on his full blown pupils.

“Yes sir.” you speculated, smiling as his dimples showed. You were making him happy. “Good girl. Now you're gonna ride my thigh yea? Then I’m gonna fill you with cock until you're fucked stupid.”

You found yourself nodding, his grip on your hips tightening as you began to rut your hips against his thigh, the denim feeling delicious against your clit. “Mghmm.” you moaned, rolling your head back as he guided you slowly against his bouncing knee.

“You’d like that huh? My dumb lil darlin, stuffed full.” he teased, country drawl even heavier as he watched you in delight. The praise and degradation was making your head spin, your bones turned to mush as you rode him.

There was a fire in your veins, a simmering in your core that continued to burn with each rise and fall of his knee, with each gentle kiss and lick he placed on your collarbone.

It ached. It ached more than anything.

“I know it aches honey, but you gotta be a good girl and take what I give you.” he murmured against your skin, moaning as you slid your hands up through his hair, tugging.

The brown, honeyed strands were as silky and smooth as you thought they'd be, perfect reins for you to hold onto. “Been wanting you so badly sir please!” you cried, your slick coating his jeans as you slid your hips.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

It was addicting, the way he was making you feel without truly touching you. “Oh honey I know. I’ll just have to ruin you for all those boys at college won’t I?”

He was toying with you, a cat chasing its dinner. You were the mouse. And you were perfectly fine with that.

“Please!” you gasped, pulling on his scalp as he leaned down to suck on your breasts through the lace of your dress. “Mmm. By the time I’m done with ya darlin, these will be full of milk. Gonna fuck you r-right.” he stuttered as you tugged on his his hair, arching your back to provide better access as he licked and sucked. He bit down on your nipple, tugging at his teeth as you screamed his name.

You were shattering. You were floating, a simple atom floating with the stars as you came, toes curling from the sensations. You never wanted to stop.

You never wanted him to stop.

No one had ever made you feel this way, had made you orgasm so hard your eye rolled back to your brain…

“That’s a good girl. Such a good baby.” he praised, his gentle voice snapping you back to realty as he brushed his lips against your soft, warm skin.

“M’so good. So so good…” you trailed off, sleepy smile on your face as he slid his hand down to the wet patch on his pants, smearing your juices on his fingers.

“Open up darlin.” he hummed, winking as you stuck your tongue out, lapping up your cum from his fingers like a kitten drinking its milk.

“My good girl.” `

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Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)

It's become a slight problem. Most nights it Hotch was late. Some he wasn't home at all and babysitters were only so reliable.

"You're really using Garica to get a other new babysitter?"

"I'm not trust random teens with my boy."

Emily rolls her eyes and pulls away the file of potential names.

"Can't you just hire a full time?"

Hotch groans.

"Same problem."

"Well it's either a once time issue or a till-jack-is-grown issue so make up you mind."

She's right of course, he needs to just bite the bullet.

After nearly an hour of barely scrapable options Hotch's attention was caught by a face.

Young, clean cut, handsome and with a bakround in child care. He gives Hocth a strange stomach twist, the kind he felt in high-school when he meet Harley. That same at once connection.

"Is he free?"

"Looks like it. Says on his employee web page he is open for full weekdays."

"Send that to me would you?"

Garcia can't help the small grin that crosses her lips.

"At once my lord."

From his nightstand the buzz of that familiar notification sounds him awake.

Clients.

He checks the profile his boss Diane always sends but this one is different than normal. He is used to business men who don't have time for their children but the man is an FBI agent and high in ranks too.

Doesn't look half bad either.

"How much is the pay?

"60 an hour."

He stops dead in his track.

"60? For one child and house sitting?"

"Ahuh. He asked me if that was too low."

"Too low?!"

She smiled at him with a gleam I her eyes.

"He really wanted you specifically."

Hotch keep glancing at his watch. He wasn't late but Hotch was nervous he might be.

"Excuse are you Mr. Hotchner?"

He's pretty in person Hotch thinks. More real. More warm. He's bright-looking but not cocky. Fair featured but no vain. He could reach out his hand and Hotch would near before him to kiss it without even thinking.

"Yes, you must be the nanny."

"Ahuh. Would you like to go over the details of what you need me to do while your away?"

Hotch smiles. He has no clue why but it feels natural.

"Of course."

Hotch leads him through the house explain everything he needs from the house care side of things.

"-and if you can't try to fold the blankets to fit in properly I'd be really thankful."

"Of course. What about your son?"

"Jack spends most of the day at school. He still in k-8 and does sometimes need homework help. He can make his own food but often prefers it made. He has 2-3 hours of screen time weekdays and 4 on weekends. He'll want to call me when I'm out of town which you can also do if you need anything."

He nods. Simple kid.

"He always wants to come along on grocery trips and basically anytime you leave the house."

Hotch hands him the house keys.

"And most importantly he'll ask for want he wants and his bedtime is 8:30."

"Got it. I call you at night if I have questions."

"Daddy?"

The two turn to see a sleepy toddler standing in door way. His spider-man pj's frumbled from napping.

"Hey Jack buddy, this is your new babysitter. He'll be here all day till I come back in the evenings so you don't have to be alone at home."

Jack looks up. Hotch feels the two smiling at eachother. His heart is aching know Jack is already bonding with the nanny. This have been a good idea.

"I have to go home today Jack but I'll see you again tomorrow ok?"

"Ok! Can we play with my Lego pirates."

"We can play whatever you want to Jack."

Hotch loves that smile on Jack. The innocent love. His boy is safe.

"Hotch? We have an emergency."

"What is it J.J.?"

"Ten victims all male in their 20s and the unsub is moving."

"I'll be there in ten mintues."

Hotch's body knows the routine of his morning work runs so well it work on autopilot.

Lastly he kisses Jack's sleeping head and text his new nanny 8 words.

"Flying for work for at least a week."

He'll get what I mean Hotch thinks before he stops himself. Why is he so sure? He doesn't even know the guy and he is trusting him like an old friend already. That's not good but Hotch can't seem to stop himself. He doesn't trust easily but something about him is so safe. So at home at ease. Hotch hates how his walls are just gone the moment he met a pretty man who takes care of his son. Hotch hopes he'll stay.

"He's targeting men who seem successful in love. Men with kids and partners and well paying jobs. Young man living how he wants to live. And he does it through robbery and hold ups. He is choosing targets on the fly."

"Where do we thinking he is making his way to?"

"Maybe his home or his get away car. I don't think he can keep this up for too long and I know he thinks that too."

At the hotel Hotch picks up his nightly call.

"How's your nanny been buddy?"

"I love daddy! He is super smart and he knew all about the history for my test on Tuesday and he makes such good pasta and he read me all the books I have trouble with!"

Hotch feel his stomach twist again. Just like a dad.

"That's great buddy. I'm glad you like him so much."

"He is gonna be my new best friend."

"I'm sure he will sweets now you need to good to bed."

"Ok, Goodnight daddy."

"Sleepwell Buddy. I love you."

"Love you too!"

He's safe. He's for the first time Hotch feels confident in thinking that Jack is really safe and happy. He sleeps better that night then he has in a while.

"Unsub is now in Virginia and he's getting risky. Going straight for our home now. He might even be there at this moment."

"So we came out here just to go home?"

"No, we came out here to know for certain he is home. Let's go."

Jack had asked to come along to the Cafe. He had followed his nanny to the counter and was rewarded with a small pink lemonade.

"Have you ever tried limeade or just lemon?"

He shakes his head no.

"Never liked lime. Too sour."

He chuckles.

"I like a lot of sour things especially ones that have some sweet in them."

"Everyone get on the floor! This is a hold up and if everyone behaves no one will get hurt."

Jack looks up confused and then frighten.

"Nanny?"

"Comere Jack. Everything will be alright."

"We've tracked him to a Cafe he's holding up. Swat is on their way but we don't time on our side."

"How fast can we get there?"

"20."

"20 is not fast enough."

"You, with the blonde kid. Move up here."

His arms wrap around Jack and gently lead them both to the front.

"Give him to me."

"No."

His breathing hitches.

"I'm not letting you near him. You'll have to take me first."

The click of the handriffle echoed in his ears before he felt the the world go black.

When the room came back into focus he realized he was in the ER. His chest was burning. He could feel the dizziness bringing him in and out of blurry awareness.

"Hey, just rest, you're really injured."

"Jack.. what about Jack?"

"He's safe with his father."

A knock at the door interrupts them.

"Hello Doctor is it OK for me to see him?"

"Mr. Hotch? Is that you?"

Hotch leans over the hospital bed brush some hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been worse."

"Worse than shot?"

He giggled even though it hurt.

"Yeah. I'm better knowing Jack is safe."

"He was really scared for you, so was I. You don't know how much it means to me that you put yourself in such danger for my boy."

"I'd do it again."

Hotch felt strange. On one hand he was deeply relieved that he was safe but such a close call had his nerves in a twist. It was like a weight had been added to his psyche. Hotch couldn't let anything happen to him. He felt protective.

"How is he?"

"Exhausted but ok."

"Hotch I know he is just your nanny but you seem pretty worried."

"I can't help but be. He nearly died keeping Jack safe. I don't know what could've happened if I hired someone less bare. This whole time I've felt so.... connected with him. Like he is someone who I can trust."

"Does Agent Aaron Hotchner have a slight crush."

Oh no.

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⪼𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 [𝐌]

⤜MASTERLIST

MINORS DNI - SMUT

SEOKJIN:

When Jin had told you to wait for him after class you weren't exactly sure that this was what he'd had in mind. You were stuffed under his desk while he scolded the boy that had been flirting with you endlessly throughout Jin's lesson which wasn't something Jin had particularly enjoyed seeing.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Jin asked Harley as you smirked to yourself, deciding that you were going to enjoy being under the table listening to everything he said to this boy.

"I was talking in your class," Harley said lowly while you slowly slid your hand up Jin's thigh until you reached his crotch and began to palm him through the pants that he was wearing.

"T-That and you're in trouble because you were flirting with Yn in my class." Jin stumbled over his words a couple of times when he felt you pull him free from the confines of his pants and boxers.

"There's no rule against it, sir,"

"And yet talking in my class is...So is distracting other students who are t-trying to learn." You smirked as you spat onto your hands, slowly beginning to pump your boyfriend's cock in your hand. Paying close attention to the tip of his dick that was red from how needy he had been since seeing you that morning. Jin had spotted you in the hallway of the college but couldn't exactly steal you away for a quickie in a broom closet or the two of you would get caught. Even now this was exceptionally dangerous. If Harley so much as even took a step toward JIn and looked down he would see that you were hidden under the desk. It wasn't visible from the front of the desk, just where Jin was sitting which was safe.

"Sir, if anything Yn was distracting me too." You froze when you felt Jin's thighs tensing up at the mention of it.

"How so?"

"She kept leaning closer to them and flirting with me." Jin shifted in his spot, lowering one hand under the desk as he suddenly took your jaw into his hand and pulled you closer to his cock. You knew exactly what he was wanting you to do and you knew that he was in no mood to be told no.

Slowly the lump in your throat you slowly began to open your mouth wide for him, you'd down this plenty of times and you knew that there was no way you were going to fit him all in your mouth but you were going to give it your best shot. You slowly glided his cock into your mouth, smirking at the salty taste of his precum before you began to take him to the back of your throat gently and did your best not to gag. It would be a major giveaway if you were to gag right in the open like this.

"Tell me, what did she do?" Jin asked as he kept his hand on the back of your head, helping guide your head as he bucked a little - not wanting to make it obvious to Harley -

"She kept leaning forward to show me her boobs and when I was flirting she'd flirt back, so really she should be getting punished too," Jin smirked to himself, little did Harley know that this was your punishment. Jin began to move your head faster until your hands were gripping onto the edge of his seat and you were doing everything within your power not to gag.

You moved your tongue up and down his length until you felt him twitch and you smirked to yourself. Not only was it punishment for you but for Jin, you knew that he liked to be vocal when you gave him oral.

"Don't worry, Yn will be getting her punishment," Jin told him as he held you down on him a little longer, his free hand clenching onto the mug in front of him before he let out a muffled groan.

"Sir, you okay?" Harley asked nervously as Jin nodded his head, sweat was beginning to fall down his face,

"Just a little under the weather," He lied as you continued to take him to the back of your throat over and over again with brute force.

"Would you like me to get you anything?" There was desperation in Harley to try and help his professor or maybe even find an excuse to get out of the room but Jin didn't care. All he cared about was having you all to himself without having to hold back his moans.

"There's some medicine in my office, can you go and get me it?" The boy wasted no time in diving out of the office and Jin scarped his chair against the floor, rolling his head back in ecstasy as you moved your head faster around him,.

"Just like that, fuck! You're a dirty fucking girl," He told you as you looked up at him through your lashes, whimpering as he began to rock his cock into your mouth over and over again with a ruthless pace. You smiled around him, desperate to taste him in your mouth and Jin smirked down at you, he knew exactly what you wanted which was exactly what you weren't going to get.

"Going to cum all over that fucking face and you're going to sit back under that desk while I give my next fucking lesson," he grunted while thrusting into your mouth, your eyes widening at the thought.

"Hmm, you should have thought about that before you flirted with Harley." He grunted at you as h continued to fuck into your mouth, you gagged around him and he grunted. His cock throbbed inside of your mouth before he pulled out, pumping himself harshly as he released onto your face.

You let out a small whimper as you caught the tiniest amount on your tongue, it wasn't enough to satisfy the craving that you had for him and Jin let out a deep laugh.

"No swallowing today my little cum slut," He informed you before he heard the door handle beginning to move.

"Get comfortable, princess." He told you before you scurried under the table and Jin arranged himself to look presentable again for the next lot of students he would be teaching.

YOONGI:

"I don't see why I had to be called into your office when it had absolutely nothing to do with me," You grumbled like a teenager in a bad mood, stopping in front of Yoongi's desk as he slammed and locked his door. After he'd seen that low-life flirting with you in class he hadn't been able to control his thoughts of the growing tightness in his pants.

"So what is it? Do I owe an extra report?" You quipped before Yoongi moved past you and shut the blinds so no one could see into his room. The action left you puzzled as you looked at him, Yoongi never shut the curtains when you were inside of his office.

"Yoongi?" You quizzed before he stood behind you and began to slowly kiss down your neck making you smirk. So you weren't in here because you were in trouble, Yoongi was just as needy for you as you were for him.

"I should have scolded him," He mumbled against your skin as you let out a small whine of appreciation, letting him know that you wanted him.

"But this is a better way of letting out my frustration," Yoongi suddenly bent you down against the desk and smirked as you let out a small squeal in the surprise of what he was doing. The two of you had never done it in his office since he was always so worried that the two of you were going to get caught but right now he didn't care. There was no rule against a college student and a professor dating, especially since there wasn't much of an age gap between the two of you either.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight," He told you as he slowly lifted up the skirt you were wearing and slapped his hand against your bare ass cheek, chuckling as you pushed your hips against the desk.

"Look at you, dripping wet for me." He hummed, running his fingers through your folds as you smiled weakly. You weren't in the mood for him to tease you, if he was going to do this you wanted him to actually fuck you. Not leave you wanting more from him before he sent you out of his office.

"P-Please, don't tease me." You begged before he slowly pulled his fingers away from you, frowning a little as he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Who said anything about teasing? I'm going to fuck you right here,"

"Y-Yoongi, don't make t-threats you won't keep, we both know you won't- holy fuck!" You cried out when you felt him push the head of his cock against your entrance until he pushed himself deeper into you. The stretch of his cock made your head spin and you let out a small hiss of his name as he chuckled darkly since you hadn't been expecting this today.

"That I won't what? fuck you in my office? Because I feel like doing it right now," He chuckled deeply before slowly pulling out of you only to slam back in harshly, your body slipped against the table sending things crashing to the floor and you cried out.

"Y-Yoongi, what if someone hears?!" You moaned out as you tried to keep yourself quiet.

"Fucking let them, you're mine." He grunted as you let out a small moan of his name and did your best to stay standing upright. You clenched around him tightly as he mentioned that you were his, there was always something so hot about him telling you that.

"You're so fucking filthy, letting him flirt with you like that in class." He told you as he continued to fuck into you roughly and at a fast enough pace you could barely adjust to him being inside of you. Your hands gripped onto anything you could grasp and the desk moved softly,

"Yoongi!" You cried out as you clenched around him, screaming into your hand as he continued to fuck you harshly, his lips finding your neck and biting down on your skin harshly.

"I'm going to m-make you cum so hard all you'll know is my fucking name," He grunted as you nodded at him, whimpering over and over again as he continued his brutal pace against you.

"Leg up," He told you as you slowly began to raise one leg up to rest on the desk allowing him to hit at a deeper angle inside of you. Your entire body shuddered as you laid your chest down against the desk and cried his name out,

"Y-Yoongi! Please...Please!" You moaned out as he began to reach down and around you to rub your clit making your whole body twitch against his touch.

"Please what?" He chuckled as he continued to move his fingers against your swollen clit, your mind going blank as you gave into the complete bliss you were feeling. With each thrust of his hips, you let out louder and more incoherent moans as he chuckles above you,

"You're doing so well baby," He praised as he continued to fuck into you, getting rougher until you could no longer hold it back. Your orgasm hit you like a wave and you crashed around him, you came around him clenching him tightly as he grunted.

You let out small gasps as you tried to catch your breath and Yoongi quickly pulled out of you, taking you over to the sofa inside of his office and pulling you to rest against his chest.

"I got you," He told you while kissing the top of your head, your heartwarming at the aftercare he was giving to you.

"I-I love you," You whispered tiredly as he smiled to himself, kissing your forehead.

"Love you too, angel." He whispered before pressing his lips against yours softly and letting you come down in his arms before he even thought about going back to work. Though he was sure he was going to have a lot of explaining to do, to the people in the office beside his.

HOSEOK:

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked when he saw you coming out of the shared room you had in something he would only describe as a date outfit. Something you would have worn if the two of you were going to a meal together and he hated to say it but the dress was far too short.

"I have a study thing," You told him while shrugging, going over to grab your keys from the key hook and turning to look back at him.

"I told you I had the study date with Ash and Pete," Hoseok ran the names through his head before his grip tightened on his pen. Pete was the name of one of the guys in his class that would constantly flirt with you in front of Hoseok, despite knowing that the two of you were together.

"No," He mumbled, getting up from his position on the floor where he was grading papers and making his way over to you.

"Yes, I did. I told you yesterday," You laughed, trying to make him remember the plan. Since he was going to be marking all day you were going to stay out of the way so as not to distract him from his job.

"No, I mean you're not going."

"I'm not in class Hobi, you can't tell me what I can and can't-oh," You gasped out at the end as you slowly felt his lips kissing up and down your neck, his hands gently took the keys from your grasp and dropped them down onto the counter,

"Hmm, no going out today." He told you while switching to kiss the opposite side of your neck, your mind going number as he continued to kiss you.

"H-Hobi," You breathed out as he slowly took you toward the living room you shared. It was your third year in college and the two of you had deiced to move in together since you didn't have to hide your relationship.

"You're mine," You giggled a little at his possessiveness but Hoseok wasn't finding any of this funny. He knew that Pete had a crush on you he made it obvious with his excessive need to flirt with you all of the time in Hoseok's classroom.

"I know I am, Pete knows-" You barely had enough time to tell him that Pete knew that you were Hoseok's before he pushed you down onto the sofa.

"Enough about Pete." He warned you as he quickly ripped the panties away from your body making you yell out at him,

"They were my favourite," You pouted at him, looking over at the torn fabric that was on the floor.

"I'll buy you more," He grumbled, growing impatient with each passing second. He chuckled as he tugged the dress up higher and parted your thighs, licking his lips slowly.

"All mine," He told you as he dragged you toward his face. You screamed out in surprise and gripped the sofa for support. The sight of Hoseok on his knees in front of you like this would bring you to orgasm on its own and you whimpered at the thought of it.

"H-Hobi," You shivered as he began to slowly blow soft air onto your needy clit, your body shuddering as he smirked at you.

"Yes?" He questioned, slowly starting to part you before his tongue darted out and teased you. Your back arched away from the sofa and he chuckled as he took your clit into his mouth.

"Oh shit," You moaned out, your hands making their way to his hair as he began to chuckle, your clit vibrating as you gripped tighter onto his hair.

"Shitting hell hobi!" You cried out as he continued to dive his tongue in and out of you, his fingers rubbing your clit as you moaned out his name. There was something different about the way he ate you out right now, something more primal and possessive.

"I-If you didn't w-want me to see Pete, you should have said." You cried out but the mention of Pete's name only made Hoseok get rougher with you. He hooked his arms around your hips and pulled you so close it was like he buried deep inside of your cunt and you moaned out louder.

Your clit was beginning to ache as you felt your release building up inside of you, you wriggled beneath his grasp as Hoseok let out a deep chuckle.

"P-Please Hobi!" you begged out as he began to thrust his fingers deep inside of you, curling them up as he sucked your clit. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire and you were going to explode any second.

"Cum for me angel," He ordered as he continued to fuck his fingers until you until he hit that one spot that made your head spin. You writhed beneath him, your legs locking around him as you tried to pull him closer to your clit to ride out your entire high.

Once you came down you were left panting heavily on the sofa, Hoseok looked up at you with a devil-like smirk on his face,

"W-What?" You questioned when you saw him looking at you like that.

"Oh, this isn't over." He told you right before he attached himself once against your swollen and oversensitive clit as you cried out his name.

NAMJOON:

As soon as Namjoon showed up you knew exactly what all of this was about. That morning in his class your desk neighbour - Declan - had been flirting with you shamelessly in front of everyone. It was no big deal to you since it was something he did with almost anything that had a pulse. But to Namjoon it had rubbed him the wrong way.

"N-Namjoon," You cried out as he held onto your hips, smirking down at you as he looked into your eyes. From the moment he walked into your dorm he had been kissing you roughly before bringing you straight to the bedroom. He must have made you cum around 5 times already with only his mouth and fingers and yet he still wasn't done. There was one thing you adored about Namjoon and that was his stamina when it came to the bedroom, he never let up unless you were completely done and couldn't continue anymore. He had this need to satisfy you all of the time.

"You ready, darling?" He chuckled as you bucked against his cock, desperate to feel him deep inside of you. The two of you had been apart far too long and you were needy for your boyfriend.

"Just fuck me already!" You yelled out in desperation rightbefore he slammed into you, you screamed out in surprise and pleasure and he chuckled. His thrusts were rough and fast as he fucked into you roughly,

"F-Fuck!" You screamed out as you grabbed onto the headboard, digging your nails into the wood as it smacked against the wall behind it making you moan out.

"J-Just like that baby, so tight and wet for me." He grunted as he continued to slam in and out of you, your eyes slipping shut as you cried his name out over and over again. You could barely think straight as he continued to fuck into you. Namjoon's hands gripped onto your hip as he groaned your name out.

"N-Namjoon!" You screamed as he suddenly began to hammer in and out of you, shoving you roughly against the bed as his fingers made their way to your clit. He wasted no time in rubbing against you as you cried out his name, your fingers clawing at his chest as you chased your release.

"S-Shit! Please!" You begged out as you felt the tension building up in the pit of your stomach, your whole body shaking as he continued to fuck deeply into you, smirking down as he continued his rough pace. The bed slammed into the wall and you knew the neighbours were going to complain again...that was when it hit you. The neighbour's but before you could think of speaking your orgasm ripped through you sending you shattering around Namjoon as you screamed his name out. Namjoon grunted until his hips slowly came to a stop and you felt him release inside of you. You were both breathing heavily when you sudden looked at him and over at the wall,

"Really? You did all of that to let him know I'm taken?" You giggled tiredly, remembering that Declan lived right next door to your dorm and Namjoon flushed as he looked at you.

"You're mine and he needed to be reminded of that," He told you before he slipped out of you and began to kiss you needily,

"A-Again?" You questioned as you felt him growing hard against your thigh while giggling.

JIMIN:

The slideshow you were taking notes on stopped and you frowned, turning to look from the screen and down to your professor whose eyes were on the person sitting on your left,

"Mr Swan do I need to remind you again that the lesson is at the front of the class and now at Miss Yln's thighs?!" Jimin yelled out while slamming a book down onto his giant desk at the front of the lecture hall, you bit back a smirk as you realised that you were getting to Jimin. The outfit had been a little touch and go for a while and you weren't sure it had even interested the man until now when he was yelling at someone for staring at you.

"No...No sir, I was just...distracted," Aaron said from beside you as he shifted away and stared straight ahead at Jimin. You knew that Aaron had been staring but it wasn't as though you were even interested in him so it didn't matter, he could stare all he wanted.

"Distracted? By someone's thighs?" Jimin didn't sound convinced or happy that someone had been looking at what was his and you knew that under his cool facade as the professor of the class his blood was boiling.

"Yes sir...I-It's against college regulations to wear something so short." You dropped the pen from your hand and turned to stare at Aaron with a disgusted look on his face, of course, he was going to blame something like this on the way you dressed. It was exactly what people like him did when they got caught for something that they shouldn't have been doing.

"Why?" Jimin quizzed, of course, he knew why. The man had read the handbook forward and backwards since he was supposed to be scolding people for things that they were doing but it was college and he was slack on the rules a little.

"Because it can be a distraction to people," Aaron said with a smug smile while you shook your head and turned back to look at your boyfriend. There was no way Jimin was going to punish you for something like this when there were plenty of other people that dressed the same way as you.

"Lowlifes like you who sit and stare because they've never touched a real woman." Jimin snapped before the class started to erupt into laughter. Leave it to your boyfriend to embarrass someone in the lesson and leave you smirking to yourself but the smirk didn't go unnoticed by Jimin.

"Nevertheless, I want an extra report from both of you on today's lesson." The pen dropped from your hand and you stared back at Jimin,

"What?!" You yelled out causing all eyes to fall onto you, why would you have to write a report when you had simply worn an outfit?

"Sir, I didn't even do anything." There was a twitch under Jimin's eye at the mention of you calling him "sir" and he shook his head, refusing to look at you while he went back to his laptop to play the slides.

"You're wearing something against the dress code, if you're really that bothered by it see me after the class is over." You knew exactly what that meant and you smirked to yourself, wondering how far you were going to be able to push it with Jimin before he snapped again in class.

Shifting a little in your seat you spread your legs to let Jimin know that there was nothing under your thin skirt that you were wearing and you saw his throat bob up and down. It was going to be a long 45-minute lesson but you were going to enjoy every second of teasing him for it.

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"What was that about, hmm?" Jimin asked as you smirked, your hands were palm down on his desk while you stood with your ass pointed outward and your skirt was resting up on your lower back.

"I wore something I thought looked cute," You told him, playing dumb to what he was asking you but a quick and swift slap was against your ass making you hiss out.

"Flirting with Aaron? Flashing me the fact that you had no underwear on!" He told you before he ran his hand over your cunt, his finger slowly trailing through your folds and smirking as your hips bucked toward his hand.

"You're fucking soaking, was this for that stupid boy?" He whispered in your ear, his fingers finding your clit and slowly beginning to massage you in small circles as you moaned out lowly.

"N-No, sir." You rasped out, your fingers gripping onto the edges of the table as he chucked darkly,

"All for me?" He whispered, his lips slowly trailing down your neck as you nodded your head at him desperate to try and get something from him.

"You know, if I was allowed to date a student of mine I would leave bite marks all over your pretty skin." He told you before biting down softly on your shoulder, your hips bucking once again as he continued to massage your clit in small fast circles that were making your knees weak.

"Jimin please," Your voice barely came out as a whisper, you were too desperate to wait around for him to decide to be inside of you. You wanted him and you wanted him now.

"Please, what angel?" He chuckled darkly, thrusting two fingers into your soaking cunt as you let out a loud moan before quickly covering your mouth with one of your hands. The room wasn't exactly soundproof and the doors didn't lock which meant someone could walk in here at any moment and you clenched around his fingers at the thought of that. Jimin groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him and he curled his fingers deep inside of you, thrusting them harshly and roughly as you let out small moans of his name. It was amusing to see you gripping onto the table as though it was a lifesaver and Jimin continued to thrust his fingers.

"P-Please fuck me." You croaked out before he chuckled, his movements stopped suddenly and you whined trying to roll your hips back to meet his hands but he simply slipped his fingers out from you and took big steps back.

"Jimin," You hissed, turning around to look at him and watching as he cleaned his fingers off with his mouth.

"Your punishment for flirting and wearing no underwear." He told you before he looked over at the door and nodded to it,

"I have another class... See you at my place tonight, another punishment will be waiting for you," He smirked and you gathered all of your things up as you headed for the door,

"Oh! No touching yourself, I want you to ache all day at the thought of me." He told you while you whined at him for being so mean to you and headed out of the classroom.

TAEHYUNG:

It had been an innocent question put forward by someone who was in your class and now you were in your professor's office and he slapped his hand against your ass making you hiss out his name.

"Isn't it down to me if I accept or not?" You questioned him while giggling a little, Taehyung was pissed all because Misha had questioned about shooting you for the next photography assignment. Which Taehyung had been the one to set.

"I feel like he needs reminding who you belong to," Taehyung told you as you moaned out when he pushed himself against you to show you how hard he was.

"You're going to ride me," He told you as he got into his chair and smirked at you, there was going to be one way to prove to people who you belonged to.

"Right in here?" You asked, glancing to the door that had a large pane of clouded glass but it wouldn't leave much to the imagination,

"Right here," He told you as you slowly pushed down the panties you were wearing and got onto the chair with him, whimpering a little as he moved.

"I got you, baby," He chuckled as he pressed his cock against your entrance, you cried out a little and rocked against him trying to sink down onto him but he stopped you.

"I want you loud, I want everyone to know who owns this fucking pussy." He told you as you let out a croaked "yes". Taehyung laughed softly before letting you drop down onto him, your moans coming out loud as he stretched you out around his cock. He was always so big and you were always so tight to him,

"T-Taehyung," You moaned out as he held onto you, enjoying the feeling of you gripping around him tightly as you slowly began to rock your hips against him. Your moans filled the small room as your pace sped up, you didn't want to slow down to savour this moment you just needed him.

"Taehyung!" You moaned out as your hands fell onto his shoulders to steady yourself,

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl," He ordered as he leaned back in his chair, watching you as he slowly began to rub your clit with his thumb. Your body rolled with every movement and you cried out with him buried deep inside of you.

"Shit! Taehyung," you whimpered pathetically, as you felt your orgasm getting closer to you. Taehyung chuckled knowing you'd never be able to fully make yourself come undone around him. He slowly began to thrust up, gripping onto you as he made his thrusts hard and fast. Staring into your eyes as he gets rougher with you,

"You're going to cum aren't you princess? All over my cock to let that dumbass know you're taken," He grunted out, his jealously getting the better of him as his thrusts somehow got harder as he looked at you and chuckled.

"I'm so close." You whimpered and he chuckled when he noticed shadows outside of the glass, he wasn't going to stop for anyone and he continued his rock thrusts.

"Cum for me" he whispered in your ear, and just like that - as if you were under voice control you came around him. Bucking needily against him as he continued to fuck into you, finishing deep side of you as you let out a small whimper. You laid your sweaty head on his shoulder and giggled a little.

"what's so funny?" Taehyung asked defensively as you looked up at him through half-open eyes, there was something you hadn't exactly told him about Misha.

"Misha is gay," You told him before you heard knocking at the door, that was more than likely going to be other students wanting help.

"O-Oh...T-That was why he'd asked you?" You nodded and smirked a little, slowly sliding off him as you went to go and clean yourself up in his office bathroom leaving him to deal with your classmates.

JUNGKOOK:

Things between you and Jungkook were hidden and for good reason. Relationships between a student and a professor in college were frowned upon a lot so the two of you were trying to keep your situation together low-key.

"Jungkook" You whined out when he licked up your slit, your body tensing up as you did your best to stay quiet. The two of you were in the middle of the college parking lot and your classmates were right outside, all it would take was for one of them to open the door and find the two of you together.

"I should have fucked you right in front of him," He grumbled before he licked you up and down slowly, dragging his tongue all over your pussy and sucking on your slit as you arched your back away from the seats. The "him" to which he was referring was one of your classmates - Jamie - who had shamelessly been flirting with you in front of everyone while you had tried to ignore him. Only Jungkook had gotten jealous and wanted to prove to everyone that you belonged to someone, even if he couldn't let it be known it was him.

"I-I didn't flirt back," You moaned out as he began to tug your clit between his teeth, your hands shot around your mouth as you looked up at the window to see Jamie standing right there. Your whole body went numb as Jungkook continued to eat you out quickly. Your pussy throbbing at the excitement that this was putting you through, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. You'd blown him in his office while he was talking to another teacher, he'd fingered you in the middle of a student's presentation. The two of you could never get enough of one another.

"P-Please," You whispered as he pulled your legs over his shoulders and dragged you closer to him, licking, sucking and biting down on your clit over and over again while his fingers thrust inside of you.

"so fucking tight for me," Jungkook smirked as you moaned out against your hands, doing your best not to scream too loudly and draw attention to the car.

"J-Jungkook," You hissed at him but you stopped as he slid his tongue inside of you, diving in and out of you while his hand worked on your clit., You rolled your hips up to meet him and your eyes screwed shut as he delve deeper into you.

"Yes!" You cried out loudly, your eyes widening as you came around him. Your orgasm erupted inside of you like a volcano leaving you shaking in the process. Sounds from outside of the car stopped and your whole body clenched as you tried to stop yourself from screaming. Your ankles dug into Jungkook's back, bringing him against you more as you rode out your high and he let out a small chuckle as he carefully cleaned you up with his tongue.

"Relax baby, they're gone." Jungkook chuckled when he saw your eyes lingering at the window to check if anyone was around.

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