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hotchgirlsummer · 1 year

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i'm a mess but

⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ Aaron has this date all planned out but things seem to fall apart and they're forced to improvise.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ fluff! slight angst - reader opens up about her horrible dates. aaron mentions haley, her death, and how he feels about it (briefly). not a warning but jack and jess make an appearance!

word count ⤷ 7k words

a/n ⤷ HELLLOOOOOO! i wasn't really expecting the first part to blow up but the support and love i received in my first bimbo!reader fic was so overwhelming 🥺🥺🥺 thank you to everyone who read the first one and i hope this second part lives up to your guys' expectation and to your liking. i received three requests involving aaron and bimbo!reader so i'll be working on the two before incorporating the third request in part three of this saga! also i have a possible plot for spencer reid x bimbo!reader and i'm trying to gauge if you guys would be interested in that? as always, feedback is appreciated. have a day as fantastic as yourselves!!! ❤️❤️

masterlist | part one: mess of mine

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“And just as a reminder, we will be having the weekends off for this month as Strauss has deemed we deserve a break after the continuous cases that took away most of our time,” Hotch reiterates before they end their final meeting for the week. This announcement was met with cheers and applause by the rest of the team. “Anyway you can have them extend our weekends off for the next, say, 12 months?”

This time Hotch cracked a smile as he gathered his files and into his folder as he shook his head, “Only way you can have that is by making a wish to a genie.” The team looked among themselves, each of their faces etched with surprise and amusement as they rarely got to witness their unit chief ride in on their jokes; behind their entertained expressions, they were curious as to what prompted this change. Rossi schooled his expression as well, despite knowing about the cause for Aaron’s welcome change in demeanor, he knew that his friend wanted to share the little ray of sunshine he found on his own terms. “If there’s nothing else, you all are dismissed for the rest of the week. Have a good one.”

As the team slowly dispersed out of the room, Hotch found Rossi smirking at him to which he raised an eyebrow at him, “Penny for your thoughts, Dave?” To which the mentor looked around the round table to ensure that everyone but them had left, “So, I’m assuming tonight’s the first date then?”

The faintest shade of red littered Aaron’s cheeks as he nodded and exited out of the room, “Tonight is the first date, yes. I’m picking her up after her shift at 7.”

Rossi looks at his watch and smiles upon seeing that their unit chief had a solid hour prior to picking up his date for the night. “Normally I’d wish someone good luck on their first date,” Hotch appreciated in that moment how Rossi leaned into his ear to whisper that as to not catch the attention of the nosy profilers, “But something tells me you would not need it in this scenario. Have a great weekend, Aaron.”

“You too, Dave. Try sticking to one jazz club this time, yes?”

Chuckling when Rossi flipped him off, Aaron hurriedly packed all of his things in his briefcase before heading out of the office. As he waited impatiently for the elevator to bring him to the floor of their parking lot. Turning on the radio, Hotch found himself smiling upon hearing a pop song — that he once was not familiar with until he started talking with Y/N. What started as constant texts, transitioned into hour long phone calls where their topics of conversation ranged from her opinions on how the internet’s influence on fashion trends have both been good and bed, her singing him the new song she had stuck in her head — which explains how he was now familiar with a lot of the songs that were played in the radio — but the one thing that seems to be a constant subject is how he would look good in certain styles of clothing.

Once home, he was delighted to see that Jack had been all cheery from his day at school and soccer practice. He indulges in his son’s excited recollection of his day, relishing in the giggles he let out everytime his son praised the dinner that was prepared for him; though it was just chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and some fries, he supposes that if it were made with love it would taste like a fine meal. It was like time passed by quickly after their meal as Jack was already bathed and dressed in his jammies before 6:45. After a quick chat with Jess, he was out the door and anxiously driving to the boutique. Once parked right out by the store, he was just in time to see his sweetheart exiting the front door and closing the aluminium security shutters. Jumping out of the car, he surprised her by gently pulling her back and lowering the shutters. “Aaron!” Came her surprised giggle, hugging his arm and looking at him like he was her whole world. “You’re here!”

“I did promise to take you out on a date, right?” He teased once he was sure the chutters were secured. Chuckling, she nodded her head as she smiled widely, “You did! And I was so excited for our date, you know? Phoebe got so annoyed with me talking her ears off about how handsome you were and how nice you are.”

Grateful that she was too busy rambling so she couldn’t witness Aaron blushing, he walked her to his car, opening the passenger door to reveal a bouquet of pink and white flowers; handing them to her with a smile he spoke, “For you, sweetheart.”

“Aaron! They’re so pretty!” She squealed excitedly and threw her arms around him, nuzzling her face in his shoulder, “Thank you, thank you! You’re spoiling me way too much already!”

“Well I have to, sweetheart,” He explained as he helped her in the car before quickly jogging to the driver’s side and continuing on, “Have to treat you like a queen, you know?”

“Does that mean you’re my handsome king?” Her question had him reciprocating the sweet smile she had on before reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles and affirmed, “I’ll be whatever you need me to be, sweetheart.” And in turn, that made heat spread throughout her face.

The drive to the restaurant was short yet filled with so much light and conversation. Stepping out of the vehicle once Aaron opened the door for her, she smiled at him, “Thank you, Ay-ay-ron.”

Before entering the restaurant, the couple were met with views of disgruntled customers, some of them having wet stains on their dresses while others seemed to have food stains on them. Puzzling her, she looks up at Aaron, “I wonder if they’re alright.”

They were about to find out for themselves upon reaching the host’s stand and announced their arrival, “Reservation for Hotchner, please.” The host who had their back turned faced them with an uneasy smile as they too were trying to rid the blemishes and food stains that unfortunately clung onto his work clothes; he looked down on the their tablet that served as their scheduler and frowned upon looking up at them, “I have to sincerely apologise, Mr. Hotchner. There has been an unfortunate incident, one of our servers tripped which caused this domino effect to the other servers, causing them to drench our customers and staff in food. Not to mention that one of our new chefs in training caused an identical chaos at the back.”

“You can use a butter knife to get rid off the food there,” She pointed to both the host’s shoulders that had some food residue that looked very well edged in the fabric; next thing she noticed wine stains by their chest, “And for the wine, putting hydrogen peroxide and dishwashing liquid in the stain for about ten minutes will get it out.” The way she shared the information so casually paired with the way she tilted her head to the side and pursed her glossy lips made it all the more surprising that she new what to do; but beside her, Aaron felt nothing but pride swell in his chest as he pressed her closer to him by her waist.

“I appreciate your advice, ma’am,” The host then faced Aaron once more before saying, “Unfortunately we are not in any capacity to entertain our beloved guests for the rest of the evening. We’ll put a note to put you in our priority list for next time if that sounds fair?” Nodding as he held back a frown of his own, the unit chief understood that things were past their control, “That would be much appreciated, thank you.”

With that the couple then left the restaurant, Aaron tried to school his features as he tried to hide the panic in his face; however as Y/N looked up to see him she pouted as she saw that there was a slight furrow in his eyebrows. Reaching up to rub the skin between them she cooed, “Don’t frown, Aaron. Why are you even frowning?”

Almost immediately a smile replaced the mentioned frown as he explained, “Well since the restaurant is a bust, I’m sensing that I’ve just wasted your time, sweetheart. The date’s pretty much ruined already.” Her offended gasp took him aback, causing them to stop just as he was about to open his car door for her, “Well good thing a dinner is not the only you go out for a date! Plus, you just saved me, you know?”

“Saved you from exactly what, sweetheart?”

“From having a fancy dinner! Don’t get me wrong, the décor looks amazing and all, but sometimes their menu is so hard to pronounce too! Like just say roasted, why use sweltering? And don’t get me started on their alcohol — bordeaux, wine, brandy? It’s all just so confusing,” As he walked her to the passenger seat and helped her in, he just chuckled lightly as he tried to console her, “They do tend to differ in ingredients and alcohol percentage.”

“Even you get it,” She whines out to which he now smoothed the furrow she had which quickly disappeared upon feeling his touch in her skin. Swiftly moving to the driver’s side, Aaron looked at her with a soft expression before asking, “Why don’t I get your mind off of it then? How would you like to spend our time together?”

His heart melted at the excited grin she had as she thought deep about how to spend their date before rambling, “We could go bowling in this place on 6th Avenue, oh but they have league games today. Oh! How about we go to this drive-in theatre just by the outskirts of town?” Just as he was about to agree to her suggestion she pouted once more, “But wait, their movie for tonight is a kid’s one, Megamind, I think.” Her excited gasp accompanied by her light taps to Aaron’s shoulder made it evident how excited she was by her current idea, “We could go right into the city centre! They have different kinds of food trucks this day of the week!”

“You sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?” He got her affirmation as she buckled her seatbelt up and nodded, “Sure do, Aarbear! I heard there was a food truck that would sell raspberry and cherry cotton candy.”

“Aarbear?” He questioned the nickname although he could not deny the warm feeling that washed over him upon being granted to him. She hummed, “Ever since we last saw each other, I’ve been thinking of cute nicknames for you; since you call me sweetheart. Aarbear is my favourite just because you remind me of a teddy bear. Just so snuggly and cute.”

“Snuggly and cute? Sweetheart, have you taken a good look at me? I’m the farthest thing from that don’t you think?” Aaron playfully countered as he relished in their playful banter. “You know what? Yeah, I have taken a good look at you and if I say so for myself you always look dashing and,” Her train of thought was cut off when she gasped out loud and saw the coat he was wearing, “And I thought I told you to wear the pink suit I got you! Why didn’t you?”

By that time, they had already reached the public parking that was allocated for the food truck event, Aaron looked at her chuckling as he thought she wasn’t serious about her little plan for the pink suit she gifted him; but upon seeing her expression which consisted of a frown with her wobbly lips and a furrowed brow, he knew that it was serious and important to her. Hoping to appease her feelings, Hotch then lifted his hand up to rub on her cheek gently and as she nuzzled herself deeper into his warmth, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I might have mentioned it before, but I don’t really know how to pair up clothes, you know? That’s why my suits and slacks have always matched.”

Placing her chin centre on his palm, she shoots him a smile as her upset expression now melting into an excited one as she speaks, “Does that mean I get to dress you up? I get to rifle through your wardrobe?” Removing herself from his hold, they both tried to ignore how empty it felt when they were not within each other’s reach; but to help diminish the emptiness they felt Y/N then laced her hand with his large one and grinned, “Next time we go out for a date, we go to your house first so I can dress you up and make you even more handsome! Oh there’s this new sweater line that came out and I wanna see how the sweater brings out the brown in your eyes.”

“Already planning our next date, sweetheart? You already want me around you that much?” Unsure of whether he can handle the truth of her answer, Aaron kissed her knuckles as he made his way out of the car and opened the passenger door for her. Leaping out to wrap her arms around his large figure as she hummed against his shoulder, “I sure do, Aarbear. So hopefully you don’t get sick of me right away.”

“I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, sweetheart,” Aaron reassured her as they began walking towards the plethora of food trucks that were present in the little festival going on, “Besides, the only thing I plan on getting sick on is a ton of cotton candy. Was raspberry your favourite flavour?”

Failing to hide how giddy she was at his sincere revelation, she smiled as she laced her fingers with his and dragged him to where the food truck that sold cotton candies were. “I do like the grape-flavoured ones, do you have a favourite?” It was in that moment that Aaron wished he had a camera permanently lodged into his brain so he could capture the way her eyes sparkled as she inquired more about his interests. He hummed as they stood in line in front of the food truck, “I don’t think I’ve explored enough of these flavours to have a definite favourite.”

Her gasp paired with the soft tap on the shoulder was another thing that was quickly becoming a favourite of Aaron’s. Upon reaching the front of the line, Y/N took charge and ordered three kinds of cotton candy. As she reached down for her wallet, she was caught off guard at how quick her date was in tapping his own credit card against the machine.

“Aaron! Why didn’t you let me pay?”

The two walked a few feet away and sat down on the bench nearby before he smiled and pinched some cotton candy and offered it to her, “Now what kind of man would I be if I even let you touch your wallet throughout our date?”

Returning the favour by feeding him some cotton candy as well, she pursed her lips as she concluded, “A handsome gentleman, still. And don’t ever think differently.” From there on they fell into an easy conversation which ranged from childhood shenanigans to workplace happenings. For Y/N this was a complete 360 switch to see Aaron’s eyes crinkled in joy and his posture relaxed; seeing him so serious and stiff on their first meeting gave her the impression he’d be too uptight. In her mind, she’d do anything to keep the beautiful smile on his face. “Wait, so Garcia was able to access the file that I didn’t know the password to?”

“Took her less than five minutes to do that, sweetheart,” Aaron informed her as the two wiped their mouths of any crumbs and threw the container in the trash before strolling once more to get more food, “What else are you in the mood for?”

“Can we get some tacos? It’s been quite a while since I’ve had some,” With that Aaron led the way as he spotted the specific truck sooner, “So Garcia can hack into anything?” As they stood in line in front of other patrons, Y/N made sure to only whisper her question so as to not attract any unwanted attention from curious ears, something that did not escape Aaron’s observant nature and something he appreciated.

“Absolutely, it only takes her about ten minutes to do so. There’s rarely anything she can’t crack,” He answers, however he’s left more puzzled as she stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear, “Do you think she can hack into something for me?”

“What exactly do you need to get hacking into, sweetheart?”

At that, her glossed up lips — which compared to last time that was a soft red shade, this time around she had a flushed pink hue with a slight shimmer to it — formed a pout as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she recounts, “Because I signed up for Snapchat a year ago and then now I forgot which password I used to it, it reached to a point where I’ve tried so many times that they told me I’m no longer allowed to try guessing. And I wanna get access back to it because everytime I take a cute selfie of myself I send it there.”

By the end of her story, they reached the front of the line and Aaron paused their conversation for a while to order for the two of them; his heart fluttered when Y/N patted his shoulder gently as she whispered, “Extra cheese on mine, please.”

Once they were handed their food, the two stepped away and once again found a bench to give them privacy. Before even taking a bite from her taco, she faced him and her face was once again etched with concern, “So? Do you think Garcia will help me? I can give her a cute little outfit in the boutique if she does. Or whatever else she wants, promise.”

Smiling at her as he allowed his first bite to go down before replying, “I’m sure she’d love to assist you even without the promise of repayment.” She was midbite when she looked up at Aaron, cheese at the side of her mouth as she seemed confused with what he meant before he clarified as he wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “I’ll let her know you need help, sweetheart.”

Shrieking out of excitement wasn’t the only way she expressed her relief but also with the way she tried her best to wrap her arms around him without causing both their tacos to crack as they hit the ground, “Thank you, Aar! Can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that! Do you think Garcia will like cupcakes or cookies more? I’ve been meaning to bake since it’s been a while, you know.”

“I know for a fact she wouldn’t mind either one, sweetheart,” He leaned closer as if he was sharing a secret and whispered in her ear, “But I do know you and her will get along well.”

Her nose scrunched up in excitement as she shimmied her shoulders in a little dance, “You did mention she likes little quirky gadgets and she dresses a lot like I do. Maybe she and I can go shopping sometime? You mentioned you work with other ladies too right? Alexa and GG?”

“Alex and JJ, sweetheart,” He gently corrects her as threw his napkin after finishing his taco in the nearby bin, “But yes, I’m sure they’d love to meet you. Maybe in the near future we can set that up?”

Her excited nod caused some of the taco sauce to spread past her lips, prompting Aaron to wipe the sides of her mouth as she replied, “Do you think they’d like me though? Some people I’ve met before say I’m too much or you know,” The slight pause between her train of thought made him worry about what previous perceptions were about her so he encouraged her on, “Know what exactly, sweetheart?”

Perhaps it was the way he gently coaxed her or the way he rubbed her back was full of care but it got her talking as she mentioned, “It’s just, people like my friends say that I’m dumb, that I’m no fun to be around with,” She sniffled a little which proved to be the wrong thing to do as it accidentally got some sauce on her nose, to which she scowled a little and threw the wrapper away and she felt a sudden wave of shyness take over her as Aaron was quick to wipe by her nose, “I don’t have very many people who stay — except for my family, I guess, but they don’t really have that much of a choice — so I don’t know,” She looks up at him and it was only then that Aaron got a good look of her eyes that had a glimmer of both hope and sadness, “I’d really like for you to stay, Aar.”

“I’d like that too,” Came his immediate reply as he brought her into his warm embrace, tucking her head underneath his chin as he tried to get across every ounce of affection he had had for her, “I promise I’ll keep you close to me, sweetheart.”

Slightly detaching herself from his hold to take a good look on his face, she smiled up at him, “Have I ever mentioned that you’re one of the most handsome men in the world? If not the most? Like, inside and out,” She pulled away fully from his embrace and frowned as she recalled her statement, “No wait, I don’t think it works that way. Do you mind being called beautiful? I know some guys are uncomfortable with that. Or maybe I can call you a pretty boy?”

Shaking his head at her silly antics he just kissed her forehead and teased her, “I thought Aarbear was the nickname you had for me?”

“I guess that’s just one of the struggles for when you’re the most perfect man in the world, hm? Having too many options for a nickname since you’re everything good,” she giggled.

Just as he was about to reply with some sort of a witty comeback, the shrill tone of his phone broke them out of their trance. Dread filled his gut immediately at the thought of a case whisking him away from a great date; he shot her an apologetic expression before saying, “Sorry,” And answering the phone and being pleasantly surprised that it was just Jess calling, “Jess? Is everything alright?”

Deciding to keep herself preoccupied while Aaron tends to his call, Y/N mindlessly grabbed for his free hand and slowly traced over the lines on his hand and smiled upon noticing how much larger his hand was and when she lined up her hand against his, she rubbed the skin of it and realised that she could get used to the warm feeling of his touch.

“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” Aaron apologised as he pocketed his phone and that seemed to break her out of her trance as she looked up at him and mirrored the small frown he was sporting, “That was Jess, she’s the aunt of my son. She said he awoke from a nightmare and won’t calm down. Apparently, he’s been asking for me and refuses to go back to sleep until he sees me.”

“Then you should go to him,” Was her instant reply as she stood up on her feet and held out her hand for him to take, “Let’s go to your sweet boy, Aarbear.”

Taking her by the hand, he smiled at her as he led the way back to the car he decided to check in with her, “I’m sorry to spring this on you, sweetheart, but I’m a single father to a five year old.”

Upon being helped into the passenger seat she waited for Aaron to buckle himself in beside her before asking, “So what’s he like? And what’s his name?” The unit chief could not hold back the smile from how sincere she was in her curiosity. “Jack is a talented soccer player, he’s slowly getting into music and he can’t wait to audition for their spring play. I will say though he takes a lot of traits from his mom, which might be a good thing for him, honestly.”

Scoffing in offence, she gently scolded him, “Do not talk about yourself in that way, Aarbear! You’re smart, kind, funny, always keeping alert and all that. You have a lot of good qualities, you know.” There was a comfortable silence that took over for a few minutes before they were at a red light where it got Y/N thinking, “Wait, so if you have a son he has a mother, right?”

“I do believe that is how biology works, sweetheart,” His lighthearted joke was his attempt to soften the upcoming difficult conversation they were definitely going to have in light of her recent discovery of his son.

“Where is his mom then? Wait,” She panicked as she looked at him and gently held onto his forearm, “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’m making you cheat on your wife. That I’m not the other woman.”

Her somber pout while adorable made his heart clench as he realised she was concerned about what Haley meant to him as it shows how serious their relationship is to her. So he reached over the console and rubbed her knee comfortingly, “You’re not the other woman, sweetheart. Jack’s mother, Haley, is not in the picture.”

“Why not? Is she okay?”

Her kind nature came through once more and every time Aaron has a glimpse of it, it makes him feel like he’s in this trance-like dream where his dream woman came to life by merely manifesting it. “She unfortunately passed away. We had this unsub — bad guy — who went after me and my family.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Aar,” Y/N sympathized once Aaron was parking his car in their assigned stall. Once parked he looked at her and there was a slight tremble in his lips as he shared with her, “She was killed, and he was about to go after Jack but I was able to put a stop to it before doing so.”

“You saved Jack,” She reminded him of his heroic act as she smoother over his trembling lips with her thumb as she tried to comfort him the same way he did her everytime she nearly spiralled into overthinking negatively, “You didn’t kill Haley, the bad guy did. That’s not your fault, okay?”

Slightly rotating his head so he could press a quick kiss to her palm, he smiled at her, “Thank you for that reminder, sweetheart; I needed that.”

Feeling the heat creeping up her cheeks she smiled too and grinned before gasping out, “Wait, we’re here already, right?” At his confirming hum, she then quickly said, “We need to get to your boy!”

Aaron found himself frowning not because their moment was cut short, but he was unable to open the door for her and escort her out of the vehicle. Upon reaching the elevator of the building, he noticed Y/N was bouncing on her heels as if she were nervous. Just as he was about to check in on her, the elevator had a soft ping and opened the doors to reveal that they were on their floor. Gently placing his hand behind her back, he led her to their apartment and he hated that his sweaty hands slightly dampened her dress; but she didn’t seem to mind it and instead unknowingly calmed him down by smiling brightly at him.

Upon entering their living space, Aaron could vaguely hear Jess keeping Jack occupied by talking to him. “Jack? Buddy? I’m home,” Aaron called out gently as he made his way by the hallway while Y/N settled by their couch as she didn’t want to intrude any more than she already had.

Almost instantly the sound of pitter patter of tiny feet, “Dad!” Jack ran towards his father’s embrace and Aaron opened his arms as he allowed his son to nuzzle into his neck and carry him. “How are you feeling, bud? Aunt Jess said you couldn’t go to sleep?”

He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he frowned, “Yes, had a nightmare, dad. I was so scared I couldn’t get back to sleep with you.” As Jack laid down his head on his father’s shoulder that’s when he noticed a pretty girl sitting. “Who is she, dad?”

Y/N smiled warmly as she waved, Aaron sat him and his son on the armchair near the sofa she was sitting at and mentioned, “This is Y/N, she’s my friend, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack,” She held out his hand for a shake and while she understood that kids are naturally shy, especially around people they’re unfamiliar with, she was thoroughly surprised when he shook her hand and had a shy smile on his cute little face.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Jack,” When he retracted his hand she took a good look at him before mentioning, “You look like a princess.”

Indulging him she then leaned a little closer and playfully whispered, “Don’t say it out loud, this princess just snuck out to meet with her prince.” Jack giggled at her silly reply and mirrored her actions and came a little closer, “And? Where is he? Did you get your happily ever after?”

“Not yet,” She replied as she shyly smiled and took a quick glance at Aaron, “The story isn’t done yet. But you do know what a princess needs? A knight of shining armour who can be her best friend! Can we be friends, Jack?”

Looking up at his father, he shot Aaron a questioning look and inquired, “I know Y/N’s your friend but can I be her friend too?” Feeling his heart warm up at the way how gentle and considerate Y/N was to Jack — knowing that she couldn’t automatically assume Jack will see her as a friend and instead she’d have to earn it — paired with Jack’s interest in getting to know her, he smiled down at his son as he steadied his grip on his growing toddler who seemed to be wiggling a little at the excitement of having a new friend, “I’m more than alright with that, Jack. But it’s up to you, okay, bud?”

Nodding at his father before facing Y/N once more, Jack showed her his toothy grin that came out every time his father told him a silly joke before concluding, “I’d love to be your knight friend, Y/N. Does that mean we’ll go on adventures?”

Giggling and clapping her hands in delight, Y/N nodded before calming down and saying, “We sure can, Sir Jack! But maybe after you’ve had a good night’s sleep? That way we both will be energised and ready for whatever adventure comes our way?”

Right on cue, Jack let out a little yawn that Aaron partially thought Y/N induced out of him by mentioning he had to sleep, “Okay, I can’t wait for our adventure already!”

“After a good night’s sleep, okay, bud? I’m gonna put you to bed now,” Jack didn’t fight his father much and instead curled his arms around his neck, signalling that he wanted to be carried back to bed. As Aaron stood up, Jack unclasped one of his hands and waved at Y/N and smiled, “Bye, princess Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Sir Jack.”

Once the two men disappeared into the hall, Jessica came into view and walked towards her. Taking initiative Y/N reached out for her hand and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Aaron mentioned you were Jack’s aunt.”

Shaking her hand, she confirmed, “Yeah, I’m Jessica. I’m Jack’s mom’s sister. Did he mention Haley to you?”

A sincere, sombre expression washed over her face as Y/N pulled Jess in for a hug, “He did, and I’m so sorry about what happened to her. From what he’s told me, Haley was such a lovely soul.” Noticing that Jess tensed slightly at the hug but relaxed because she didn’t realise how good a hug can be from someone earnest; which is why Jess was puzzled when they pulled away and Y/N had a frown. “I didn’t ask first before hugging you, sorry ‘bout that. My family did always say I was such a big hugger.”

“Don’t worry about it,” The blonde woman reassured her as she reached out and held Y/N’s hand, “I appreciated the hug and your kind words.” Beaming brightly at that, she looked down at their hands and her sharp eye couldn’t miss the blouse Jess was wearing and noticed, “Are you wearing Nanette Lepore?” Taking her aback, Jess then had her mouth open in surprise as she was unsure how to respond to that. Y/N, however, took this opportunity to babble on, “You have a good eye! She really shocked everyone when she revealed that her fall spring collection was mostly going to be perfumes but I was really excited to buy one, but shipping costs are a pain in the butt.”

“I’m sorry but our conversation took quite a turn here,” Jess tried to steer their conversation and Y/N smiled as she explained, “Oh sorry, I get so excited when the topic is fashion and all that. I work at a boutique, always thinking about designing my own clothes, but I don’t know.”

It was then that Aaron walked in the room, “Sorry for the delay, Jack requested quite a few stories tonight.” Placing a hand on his date’s shoulder and facing Jess with a tight-lipped smile, “Jess, I appreciate you looking out for Jack tonight. I was out on a date with Y/N earlier and I hope that it won’t cause too much of an issue between us.”

Jess appreciated Aaron’s vulnerability at the moment as she knew how bad her brother-in-law’s mindset and confidence was following Haley’s passing. He was deep in his belief that he was unable to open up to someone and if he ever did, they’d walk out on him after having a good, long conversation with him. Reaching out to rub his forearm that she couldn't help but notice was colder than usual before smiling, “I know, Aaron. And can I say just how lovely Y/N is.”

“Oh oh, before I forget,” Y/N reached for her bag and fished for something and made her way back over to them and handed a card to Jess, “Next time, please do swing by in the boutique. I’d love to give you some clothes that will really go well with your style! Plus, it’d be fun just chatting up with you and there’s a cute little cafe nearby too.”

Taking the calling card and looking at it first before pocketing it, Jess smiles as she hugs Aaron and gives the same affection to Y/N before parting ways, “I’ll definitely give you a call when I can swing by, okay? Enjoy your evening, guys.”

As she was putting on her coat and slinged her bag over her shoulder she looked at Aaron, “Oh and Aaron?” The man raised his eyebrows and just as he was about to ask what’s wrong Jess winked at her, “I think you found yourself a keeper.”

With that, Jess allowed the two lovebirds their privacy, the two snuggled with each other on the couch but just as they made each other comfortable Y/N looked up at Aaron and had another confused pout, “What did Jess mean when she said you found a keeper? Did you lose a tupperware container?”

Aaron chuckled lightly at her question before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and shrugged, “I’m not too sure too, sweetheart. I’ll ask her the next time she swings by.”

Deciding to let go of the topic, she then nuzzled her cheek into his chest as her hand mindlessly drew random shapes on his chest; it was Aaron that broke the silence by apologising, “I’m sorry our first date didn’t exactly go as planned. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”

Looking up at him through her lashes she smiled at him and gently shook her head, “It’s okay, Aarbear. I had fun at the food truck festival. If I only knew I was going to be meeting sweet boy Jack, I’d buy him a few cotton candy flavours.”

“I’m sure your sweet personality made up for the lack of treats you gave him, sweetheart,” He tickled her sides gently to elicit giggles from her and when she did he wished he recorded it as it was such a joyous sound, “Besides, he will be looking forward to some princess-knight adventures you two will be having.”

“Is that okay with you though? I’ve read some stories where kids don’t like it when their parents date someone else. I don’t wanna come across as evil or anything,” She worried and now she stopped her movements and just looked at Aaron with worried eyes.

This time it was Aaron who had his hand rubbing her back gently to coax her back into her relaxed state, “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t worry about that. Did you see how at ease Jack was when you were talking to him earlier? I don’t see any scenario where he would treat you unkindly and you to him.”

Nodding her head softly she then leaned against his shoulder once more as she said, “Okay, but if he ever tells me or you that he needs some space from me, I’m gonna do it. And you can’t stop me from doing it.”

Humming as a reply, Aaron appreciated how Y/N was respectful of Jack’s boundaries. They were basking in a comfortable silence before Y/N asked, “Did you really have a great time with me, Aar?”

“Of course,” Came his immediate reply, “Did I give the impression that I didn’t?” He felt calm when she gently shook her head and sighed out before sadly recollecting, “No, you didn’t. But I just went on dates before where it ended up with them just calling it a night right away. They’d mutter under their breath that they can’t handle being around me for any longer.”

Her quiet sniffles had him fearing that she thought this was how their relationship too was gonna go; choosing to reassure her, he lifted her chin with his hooked finger and looked serious yet loving as he spoke, “I’m sorry to hear you’ve been on terrible dates with terrible boys. But let me reassure you that I do not, in any way, think of you in that way. Can I tell you a secret?”

Looking at him with curious eyes she nodded as he took his queue to reveal to her, “You bring so much happiness and joy in my life. I don’t think you can ever be those mean things that they said. In fact, I think you’re all I could ever need and want.”

Having to bite back her smile as she tried to not show how his words affected her she smiled and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, “You’re too sweet to me, Aaron.” She bit her lip before continuing her train of thought, “Would it be too soon to say that I like you a lot? Like, I know it’s only been nearly two weeks since we’ve talked to each other but you make me so happy. Whenever I get a text from you I smile so wide, it even got to the point where Phoebe has to tell me to stop smiling and giggling too much because it might creep out other customers.”

Laughing along her story as she did so, he shook his head as he shared, “I feel what you mean, sweetheart. I have to be careful of my reactions everytime my phone rings because of you. Which is hard to do around profilers.”

“Wait, profilers? Is that the ones who try to understand the bad guys or the ones who just do the research on how to find the bad guy?”

Chuckling as he found her confusion unfortunately adorable he clarified, “We do a little bit of both, sweetheart.” She gasps out loud as she frowns, “You do both? That sounds exhausting!”

“Well thinking of you does make me feel less tired, sweetheart,” Rubbing her cheek softly as he took in her features led him to focus on her lips that he had thought about kissing ever since they met, “Would it be too soon if I told you I wanted to kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Not at all,” Came her instantaneous reply, “I’d love for you to kiss me, Aar.”

And with her consent he gently pulled her in softly by the cheek, tightening his hold on her without hurting her and slanted his lips overs. Feeling her smile into the kiss as she held onto his shoulders, bringing him even closer to her. Their lips felt warm and like puzzles fitting into place, after both of their initial shyness they both opened their mouths and allowed their tongues to entangle in a sweet dance as their hands took in every part of themselves that were new to each other.

The couple poured all of the unspoken feelings they both were too frightened to share — all the premature love and companionship — was made evident by their sweet kiss that felt natural. Despite her unwillingness to do so, she had to slowly detach herself from his lips as she had to gasp for breath. Her fingers ended up playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck and while she separated from his lips, she couldn’t pull away from his hair as she looked up at him, “That might be the best first kiss I’ve ever had with someone.”

Pleased with her conclusion, Aaron quickly littered sweet pecks all throughout her face before placing a long, loving kiss on her lips before nodding in agreement, “And the best part about it is that that’ll be just the first of our many kisses, sweetheart.”

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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blurb 1 of blurb night!!

Dishes

stewy hosseini x reader

prompt: “Since that one headcanon where you wrote how awful he would be at helping a partner in case they cut their finger, I've been wondering how would a serious relationship with him be like, in your perspective. Like, what got him to commit, how's the everyday life with him, something very fluff.”

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“Stew, come here!”

“Coming,” he sing-songs back. In moments, he’s at your side in the kitchen. You’re cutting up some fruit for a salad you’re making. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. “I missed you.”

“We were literally only thirty feet away from each other,” you murmur back, laughing. His arms wind around your waist, and he tugs you back into him. You let the knife drop onto the cutting board, laughing, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Why am I here?” he asks into your skin. “Not that I’m complaining or anything. I missed you,” he repeats. You turn to hook your arms around his neck. His hands smooth over your hips as you turn, pulling his face back to gaze at you. He has the giddiest smile spread on his face. He only wears that expression when he’s with you.

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you look up at him, lazy smile playing on your face. “I’m almost done with my lunch, and your fuck-ass dishes are still in the sink.”

His hands are rubbing circles into the small of your back, his eyes never leaving yours. “So? That a problem?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, it is, you slob! When I’m done with my dishes, I’m going to go wash them, then wash yours because I feel like I have to so that the sink is clean.”

“Aw, well I can’t have my girl do that,” he says, hand coming up to cup your jaw. He gives you a deep, long, kiss. “I’m sorry I didn’t do my dishes on time. Swear it won’t happen again.”

You know it will. You’ve probably had this conversation a billion times before, but you really don’t mind. He never did it on purpose, you know that, and nine times out of ten he does all of his chores on time. He’s a loving, attentive partner, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Stewy litters kisses all up and down your neck, stupid grin still pasted on his face. He’s so deliriously in love with you, and he makes sure you know it. He wants you to feel loved, desired, needed, wanted. He wants you to be the happiest fucking person on the planet. He'd do anything- sell his soul, sell Kendall's soul, sell hardcore drugs - just to hear you laugh, just to see you smile.

“Come on, babe, quit stalling,” you say playfully. Despite your scolding, you tug his face back to yours and plant another kiss on his lips.

He ignores your words. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Stew. Go wash the fucking dishes.”

He leaves you with a final, quick kiss on the lips, laughing all the way to the sink. "Could I get a reward for my chores?"

"Stewy!"

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry!" He gets the sink clean in record time, and immediately flits back to your side. "Hey, baby." He kisses the divot your jaw makes when it meets your neck.

"Piss off," you say teasingly. You turn to capture his lips in a quick kiss. "Want some?"

You're done with the salad, and his hands are back on your hips. He gives them a squeeze. "'Course I do."

You spend the rest of your day in his arms, over the fucking moon you're his.

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Bite Me (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Happy Halloween my Ghosts, Ghouls and Zombie goons! I am here bringing you some Sousoku this spooky day! :D I wrote this for a good friend of mine (you know who you are) and wanted to share it today! I hope you like it!

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Summary: Chuuya's vampire costume is perfect; but what's the point of Halloween if you don't embrace the character fully?

It was perfect.

Chuuya smirked at his reflection, shifting between poses as he took in his new look. Halloween was just around the corner- as was a massive halloween party being held at the weretiger’s apartment. Whether he even agreed to it or not was unclear, but having it outside of the agency meant Chuuya and Akutagawa could attend without stirring the pot.

That didn’t mean Chuuya wasn’t gonna go all out dressing up though.

His tailored suit fit perfectly, the velvety cape draped over his shoulders hitting his lower calves and making him a man of shadow. For makeup, he didn’t do too much- some highlighter on his cheeks and eyeliner that made the blue of his eyes extra intense. All together- he looked amazing.

He grinned, flashing his vampire teeth. They popped out of his mouth, falling into the sink.

Well…mostly amazing.

“Damn dollar store teeth!” Chuuya grumbled as he picked up his lost prop, washing them off with a grimace. He couldn’t find any of the good costume teeth- and the custom ones he ordered in the mail weren’t going to be here until the day before the party. These would just have to do.

“Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange?” Dazai’s happy chirp from the living room brought him out of thought. He was working on little pom pom bats for the apartment, the coffee table littered with crafting supplies as The Nightmare Before Christmas played on the TV. “Come with us and you will see, this our town of halloween~”

….Chuuya peeked at himself in the mirror, then back at the room Dazai was in. Then he smiled, a devious grin on his lips. Slowly, he began creeping towards his boyfriend.

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“This is halloween, this is-OUCH!.” Dazai yelped, giving up on singing along as he waved his burnt finger. “How does Chibi do this every year? He probably doesn’t have fingerprints.” Blowing on his finger, he failed to notice the shadow looming behind him. “We can steal so many reese's cups-”

A loud shriek filled the room, a half-finished pom pom bat flying out of his hands as Chuuya’s lips pressed into his neck. “Chibi! What are you-AHEHEHEHE!”

“I’m hungry,” Chuuya growled against his skin, pressing kisses and gentle nibbles against it while Dazai tried squeezing him out, laughing hysterically. “Give me your blood!”

“Aheahhaha! Ahehahahahahhaa! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuhuuya plehahahahhahhase!” The brunette tried to gently push away the other, flailing into the couch with a wobbly smile. “Dohohohon’t, it tihihihihiickles!”

“Tickles huh? Surely you don’t mean this?” Chuuya stuck his hands out without warning, scribbing into Dazai’s ribs as he carried on gently biting him. The taller of the two arched with a loud squeal, falling on his side and bringing Chuuya with him. “Maybe I’ll have ribs for dinner tonight.”

“Bahahhahahharbaquueuueeu? Soohohohohunds good, leheheheht’s hit up thhahhahaht one plahhahahhce!”

“Nah, I want home cooking. I want some nice fatty ribs.” Chuuya dug into Dazai’s middle set with reckless abandon, earning a fresh squeal. “You got some good ones here.”

“Whohohohoho are yoohohohohu cahhahhhahalling fhahahhahaht? Iihihihihim gohohohoohna-AHHH!”

“Gonna what?” Chuuya teased, going for his armpits, making Dazai flop like a fish. “Whatcha gonna do?”

The detective wheezed, too ticklish to even respond. Only when his cheeks were cherry pink and his face hurt did the devious attack end. “Aheheheh…hehhehehehe..yoohohohu’re a teehheheherror!”

“That’s what vampires DO, you dork.” Chuuya flicked him gently before reaching over, grabbing one of the many pom pom bats. “Hey- these aren’t so bad! It’s a tad messy, but no one’s gonna know.”

Dazai was quiet, and for a moment Chuuya wondered if he said something wrong. When he looked back, the brunette was looking at him so fondly, an easy smile on his face. “What?”

“Nothing- it’s just…” Dazai reached up, playing with the loose red locks that fell over Chuuya’s shoulder, twirling them within his fingers. “You look really good right now.”

“Must be my ‘vampiric allure’.” Chuuya snorted, even as his face flushed some, heart racing. He put down the bat and turned to Dazai fully, letting him take it all in. “Looks like I’ve got you under my spell.”

“I am your willing servant.” Dazai grinned, pulling him down and kissing him. It went from sweet and soft to hot and fierce quickly, the brunette pushing off Chuuya’s cape as the redhead worked the buttons of Dazai’s vest. “What about the bats?”

“Screw ‘em. We can finish them later.” Chuuya pushed him fully into the couch, looming over him with a cheeky grin. “Better yet- send them Akutagawa’s way; he and the weretiger can figure it out.”

“I like the way you think.” Dazai snorted, letting himself be kissed again and again.

Thanks for reading!

#BSD #halloween #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #sousoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #dazai x chuuya #chilling with the boys #vampire antics #I love them your honor

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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OMG

pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook, twin!jungkook x tattoo artist!reader, college student!reader, female!reader

genre; fluff, angst, humor, smut, f2l, pwp, tattoo artist au, college au

warnings; cursing, angst if you squint, mentions of blood, handsy koo, emotional koo, whiny/horny reader, reader seems to harbor a tattoo/vein kink, jungkook lives to please you in all senses of the word, light exhibitionism in the form of being tattooed topless (this is where handsy koo comes in) but it’s in a private area, soft sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), breast play, body worship, ring clad fingering (yes, that’s a warning), squirting, hand job, cum play, cum swallowing, switch!reader and switch!koo, penetration without a condom (y’all know the drill though), wholesome family moments where (i’m not crying, you are)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 9,143 (143 I la la la love you hehe sorry)

a/n; this is hands down my fav piece of work so far. y’all ain’t ready for this one 🥵

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btsgoldnetwork, @kflixnet

Read Part One {Here}

Jungkook tried not to flinch in fear of psyching you out from your task of etching a small, dainty tattoo of your choice on his skin, not even when you pressed down a little too hard into his skin. He could feel the smallest trickle of blood slide down the area you were tattooing on the inside of his left hand ring finger. His choice, not yours.

You tried not to get distracted by Jungkook’s various tattoo’s that littered his other hand, knowing that yours was going to join them permanently on his body, or that your tattoo was going to be the only tattoo on his left hand. It shouldn’t even be legal for his long, slender, fingers to be this heat inducing. Or the way the veins in his hand and arm became more prominent when you felt him tense up from when you accidentally pressed down a little too hard into his skin with the tattoo gun.

If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything. And for that, you were grateful. The only thing you could hear was the light singing he did. His AirPods were secured into his ears as a distraction from the pain, which you focused on as you more confidently went back over the lines to make them darker.

Pausing for a brief moment, you changed tips on the tattoo gun in order to emphasize on the smaller details and shading. The buzzing of the tattoo gun reverberated throughout the private room that you were both occupying in the late after hours since it’s been long closed — your father’s tattoo parlor, ‘Inkphoric’.

Jungkook watched you from his sitting position on top of the tattoo bed, your figure was hunched over in regular fashion as your supple booty was planted onto the saddle stool that the tattoo artists frequently used. Besides the lone lamp in the room that served as your source of light, the rest of the room was dark. Neither of you wanted to risk your father finding out that you two snuck in so you could practice on the willing participant by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

Bless his soul, he had it bad for you. Your skin was still bare of any tattoo’s, but you agreed you would get one if you found one that you really loved. ‘It has to have meaning’ you told Jungkook one day, who respected your wishes. As long as you promised him that he could be present when you got your first tattoo, when that day ever came — ‘deal’.

His eyes softened as he watched the way your tongue poked out between your closed lips, brows furrowed in focused determination. As if the universe was trying to tell him something, the song in his ears switched to a more slow and sensual one. He involuntarily let out a low snort, causing you to speak up from your bent over position, eyes still not leaving your work.

“What’s up?” Your voice was light, since there was no reason to be loud, it was just you two.

“Nothing. Just thought of something that happened earlier with Ji-hun.”

It was a lie, but he wasn’t ready to say what he truly wanted too. Not the right time. Nor would he even know how.

“Oh, right! I meant to ask, he had that date with Tsuki recently, yeah? How did that go?”

“It went well, I think. He didn’t come back home until the next morning, so–,” his voice trailed off suggestively, implying exactly what you think he meant.

“Ah. I see. Good for him! She seems like a really sweet girl, they’re a good match.” A smile was on your face, and it made his heart warm at the sincerity of your words and how much you cared for his brother’s well being.

“He’s already saying that he believes he’s in love with her.”

You paused in your work, lifting the tattoo gun away from his skin to give him a look of sheer disbelief. He just clicked his tongue in agreement with you.

“Yeah, I know. I was just as surprised as you are to hear it.”

“I mean, I guess you can’t pinpoint an exact time to saying–,” you waved your unoccupied hand in the air as a way of saying ‘you know’. “When you know, you just know.”

“Right.” His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your toes curl in your shoes.

“Mhmm.” You were thankful for the low lighting, not wanting him to witness how easily your face speckled with a red tint from your own wishful thoughts on the matter.

Deciding to switch subjects before things got too tense, you asked him a serious question.

“Do you want to keep it black and white? Or is it okay to put some color in it?”

“Which color?”

“Purple.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite color other than black. You let out a small giggle at his reaction and immediately twisted your torso in order to grab the small container that housed the purple ink that you made sure to set aside earlier, just incase he did agree to it.

Dipping the tip of the tattoo gun into the ink, you repositioned yourself into a more comfortable position and began to fill in the tattoo with color. As your focus once again shifted, so did his train of thought.

Did he love you? He knew he had strong feelings for you, that much was certain. However, when it came to love, he was clueless in that department. Like he told you before, he’s never been one for serious relationships. Usually, they lasted a couple of dates or just ended up being a random hook up for the night.

The only idea of love he was aware of was from scripted movies and tv shows. So, those would be of no help. Maybe he could try finding an answer in books? YouTube videos, maybe? Though those could just as easily be fabricated and not real either.

Or — and this was a far fetched way of going about it — he could bite the bullet and humor his brother who currently believes he’s in love. Not that he personally believed that his brother actually is. They’ve only been on a few dates after all, but that’s just how hopeless of a romantic Ji-hun was.

Before he knew it, you were done. The buzzing from the tattoo gun no longer present, as you carefully set it aside on the tray next to you.

“What do you think?” You asked him excitedly, but honestly you were nervous as hell on what his opinion would be.

You pushed yourself further back on the stool in order for more light to hit the side of his ring finger for him to see it clearly. You watched as he twisted his hand around, getting different angles on it. His face was serious, and it had you worried.

Your leg started to bounce from the silence he still held. Was it that bad? You thought it was good. Really good, even. Not trying to toot your own horn or anything, but having a well known father like yours came with it’s perks. It meant being able to get a first hand perspective on multiple techniques he utilized with his clients that always produced more than excellent results, considering he’s known worldwide.

“I love it, y/n. You did a really good job. The lines are neat, not too chunky. The shading is well done, and the coloring looks natural. I’m impressed, but not surprised. You would be as talented as your father.”

Your hand came up to playfully smack him on his thigh, the closest body part you could reach in your sitting position as you rolled yourself between his legs that he opened wider unconsciously to slot yourself between.

“Ow! Hey! No abusing the clients!” He feigned a hurt look, his own hand coming to rub the area you just hit.

“Way to keep the suspense! I thought you hated it or something.” You whined childishly, arms crossing over your chest as you pouted.

“I could never hate anything you do.” You blinked owlishly, cheeks once again reddening at his sudden sincerity.

“Thanks, Jungkook. Same with you, you know.”

“I know.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Ji-hun whistled lowly, as he inspected his brother’s latest tattoo you did for him.

“Damn, she’s good. What flower is that?”

“It’s called an Aster. She said it’s specifically meant for me since it’s my birth flower. Goes with the whole Virgo and being born in September thing.” Jungkook shrugged casually, offering the same explanation you gave him when he asked.

“And it’s purple? The color looks really nice.”

“Yeah, she said the flower can bloom purple, another reason why she chose it for me.”

“Isn’t her birthday in September as well?”

Jungkook gave his brother an odd look.

“How do you know that?”

“Since you two became….whatever it is you are, we’ve hung out every now and again on campus. Played twenty questions to pass the time and that question came up.” Now it was Ji-hun that eyed Jungkook with a look. “Do you seriously not know her birthday?”

“I–,” Jungkook’s ears reddened at his brother’s judgemental but equally as amused tone.

“Dude.”

“Fuck you.”

Ji-hun snorted at his brother’s response.

“Alright, why are you really bothering me right now when you know I’m studying?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but obliged his brother by telling him the real reason he interrupted his study session, unceremoniously plopping his bottom on the edge of his brother’s bed that faced the desk his brother was currently studying at.

“You said you were in love with Tsuki, right?”

Nodding cautiously, Ji-hun eyed Jungkook with an apprehensive look.

“Even though you haven’t been dating that long?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging his shoulders, Ji-hun just bluntly replied with no shame. Why should he?

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did you know that you were in love with her?”

“Ah.” Ji-hun snapped his fingers, a wide smile appearing on his face.

“You in love with y/n, dear brother?”

The question was harmless, yet Jungkook still felt defensive.

“What if I am?” Jungkook sharply replied back.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Ji-hun’s hands rose defensively as his eyes grew wide from the sudden hostility. “Chill, bro. It was just an honest question to your sudden interest in my relationship.”

“You’re right, sorry.” Jungkook fell backwards onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face dejectedly. You had no idea what you did to him. He had no idea what you did to him.

“I think you are genuinely in love with her, if it’s any consolation. Even Tsuki thinks so.” Ji-hun offered sincerely, hoping to help rather than further agitate his brother with his words. In any other situation, he would’ve, but this was serious.

His head lifted up to look down at his brother who sat on his desk chair, legs spread, elbows resting on either knee, hands clasped and dangling between his legs as he was hunched over. His face was serious, he meant what he said. It made Jungkook’s defense wither away instantly, and he suddenly felt vulnerable.

He hated feeling vulnerable.

“Really?” His voice was cautious, but hopeful. It made Ji-hun smile warmly at his brother.

“Really. You should tell her. You never know, she could be feeling the same way.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Well, that was easier said than done.

“Wanna play twenty questions?”

Once again, you both were holed up in your father’s tattoo parlor, but this time no tattoos were being done. Another way you two passed time was to look through the tall stack of your father’s past portfolios.

Some of the material his clients requested was really out there, to put it mildly. That’s what you loved about your father, he wasn’t one to judge, to an extent. Least, not when it came to pleasing the client. No matter how overdone, overused, controversial, or otherwise — he would get the job done with an air of professionalism.

That same mindset was how you wanted to be one day.

“It’s so crazy to me exactly how many name coverups he’s had to do.” You were so deep into your own thoughts, you failed to hear when Jungkook asked you a question.

He was used to it though.

“Y/N–,” he tried again. No luck.

“I mean, who in their right mind would tattoo someone else’s name on them when you never know for sure that they’re always going to be with that person?” Your eyes widened comically as you pointed aggressively at yet another name coverup your father did that was in the current portfolio you were thumbing through.

When your eyes flickered up to gage Jungkook’s own reaction and thoughts on the matter, you noticed he was already staring at you.

He coughed awkwardly once you caught him staring and his eyes shifted back down to his own portfolio he was skimming through, though this time you could tell he had a suspicious aura around him. His knee was bouncing, he was playing with his lip ring, and he was flipping through pages mindlessly.

Your eyes narrowed in on him as you spoke next.

“Did you get someone’s name tattooed on you, Jungkook?”

His whole body stiffened, and that’s when you knew.

“Holy shit–,” you started with an airy laugh.

“Y/N, please–,” Jungkook tried and failed to end the topic of conversation, hand rubbing his forehead with dismay, him already feeling the headache he knew was going to come from having to beat this story dead, again.

“Who?!” You leaned forward in your saddle stool, unconsciously scooting your own stool the short distance to his figure, your knee knocking against his lightly. The portfolio you were once looking through, now lay closed on your lap, long forgotten.

Jungkook shut his carefully, and set it behind him on the counter next to the others that either of you haven’t had the chance to see yet. He threw his head back with a loud groan, eyes closing in hopes of when he opened them up again, this would all be a nightmare. Of all people he had to explain this story too, he never thought it would need to be you.

Opening his eyes, head back down and eyes staring into yours with a pleading look, you clicked your tongue at him and shook your head.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You’re not getting out of this one, Kook. Spill the tea, sis.” Having set aside your portfolio next to his on the counter, you were able to splay your hands on each of his lower thighs with a soft, yet firm grip. You wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to bolt and leave you hanging.

“Her name was Lisa.” He relinquished, sighing in defeat.

Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape as you wracked your brain trying to think of someone, anyone, you knew with that name. You couldn’t come up with anything.

“I was young, I was dumb, I was stupidly whipped for her, okay? It wasn’t even professionally done — my buddy, Jimin, did it. So you already know, it wasn’t the best quality. But it was for–,” he pursed his lips, dreading the next words about to come out of his mouth. When he saw how engrossed you were with the story, mixed with the feelings he got with your hands so dangerously close to his crotch, he relented. “–our anniversary. It was meant to be a surprise. I was going to show her it the next day at her place, shower her with gifts. The whole shebang, you know?”

You nodded enthusiastically, fully immersed.

He chuckled humorlessly, and continued. A solemn look appeared on his face.

“In the end, it was her surprising me. The surprise being that I found some guy fucking her.” You gasped loudly.

“That’s not even the worst part.”

“How is that not the worst part?!” You questioned incredulously.

“It wasn’t even in her bed, it was her parents.”

If your jaw could’ve dropped and hit the floor like in anime, it would’ve.

“Yep. My thoughts exactly. Safe to say, the name lasted barely 24 hours before I got it covered up — this time, professionally.” He pointed down at the spot right next to his crotch, on his right upper thigh. You slid your hand up to the spot he was pointing, not realizing the kind of effect it would take on the poor unsuspecting male.

He sucked in a sharp breath, praying to whatever gods existed that you don’t notice the slight bulge that occurred from you doing so.

You heard him, you saw him, but pretended not too.

It took all you had as you sat back up straight, not to throw a sly, seductive, comment at him.

You wanted him bad. Very bad.

The only reason stopping you, being that you had no idea where you and Jungkook currently stood. You like each other, yes, that much was certain. However, other than hanging out on a daily basis for the better part of eight months and getting to know one another better, he hasn’t gone any further.

No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing.

You were going mad from touch starvation.

Something you never thought you would feel being in a — whatever this is with Jungkook. The guy practically oozed sexual tension the moment you locked eyes with him, your ovaries screaming at you on a daily basis how you haven’t once had sex with him yet.

It was then you came to the only logical conclusion. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then you would. But not right now. Soon. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, the loud vibration breaking you from your inner, sexual, turmoil.

With you being distracted by your phone, Jungkook took the opportunity to stand up and fake interest at the various, random, sketches that were hung and framed along the walls made by loyal fans and customers alike. With his back to you, he slunk deeper into the shadowy part of the room and attempted to discreetly adjust his erection and make it less noticeable.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when his efforts worked, turning back around to see your eyes glued to your phone still. You were typing away to your father, if he had to guess, knowing your mom would definitely be asleep at this hour. Once you were done, you lifted your gaze off your phone to lock onto his.

Giving Jungkook a small smile, you pocketed your phone.

“We should probably get going, Dad said he’s on his way home from the tattoo convention. He should be here within the next 20 minutes.”

“Okay, cool. No worries.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Actually—,” Jungkook’s hesitation made your already small smile falter considerably, now looking more like a grimace.

When he noticed your expression drop, he back tracked on his words quickly.

“I was wanting to–I mean would you–,” the way he stumbled over his words now had you eyeing him with worry.

“You good, Kook?”

“Will you go on a date with me? It won’t be anything fancy, I’m a broke bitch if I’m being honest—,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek nervously. “–but we would still have a good time, I’m sure.”

Your radiant smile came back full force, and his heart about leaped from his chest. Stupid feelings.

“Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.”

“I’ll text you the details when I actually know what we’re going to do.”

“Sweet! Can’t wait!”

“Awesome.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?

You were sitting at the kitchen island, watching your mom run through the motions of making a late breakfast. You liked to visit home every now and again when you had time. Now that you had a break until the next and final semester started, you took advantage of it.

“You remember that guy I’m seeing?”

“The handsome and tall one? What was his name?” She paused briefly to put a finger to her lips in thought.

“Jungkook, mom.”

“Right! Yes. Such a sweet boy, that one. What about him, honey?”

“I think I’m in love with him?”

The smell of slightly burnt pancakes could be smelt with the way your mom’s full attention was suddenly on you and not the gas stove that was turned on behind her.

“Mom! The pancakes!” You gestured wildly to her, making her eyes widen in sudden clarity.

“Oh, shit!” She exclaimed loudly, shutting off the stove and shoving the burnt pancakes into the sink.

“Language, love.”

Your father walked in with the days newspaper underneath his arm, giving your mom a kiss on the forehead as he walked past her and towards the stool next to you to sit down. Once he was situated, he gave you a kiss on the forehead as well.

“Hey, bug.”

“Hey, daddy.”

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?” He jested playfully, bright smile adorning his face that matched yours when you smiled at anyone.

“Uhm–,”

“She was telling me how she believes she’s in love with that boy, Jungkook, right dear?”

“Yes, mom.” You gritted out with a fake smile, eye slightly twitching.

“You know I never keep secrets from your father, y/n.” Your mom slotted herself against your father’s side, his arm open in invitation, immediately wrapping itself around her waist. She threw an arm around his shoulders and squished her face against the side of his innocently, making your father chuckle at her antics.

“So, you’re in love. Seems kind of soon, don’t you think?” Your father questioned with a hypocritical tone.

“Honey, you confessed you were in love with me not even two weeks after we began dating. You have no room to talk.” Your mom chided in with a loving scoff.

You rolled your eyes at how disgustingly in love they were, no still are. Even after so many years together. You could only hope to share that same kind of love with someone — a certain someone, if you could ever be so lucky.

“Alright. You got me. I’m happy for you, bug. Don’t get me wrong. And he seems like a good kid, good head on his shoulders.” You knew he wasn’t done, so you stayed silent, listening. “But, if he breaks my little girl’s heart–,” he trailed off, eyes narrowing into almost slits.

“I’m 24, let me remind you.” He heard you, but didn’t care.

“You’re always going to be my little girl.” The sad smile that he wore seemed foreign, misplaced, like it shouldn’t even exist on someone who is normally so positive and happy. It made you feel terrible.

“I love you, daddy. You’ll always be my number one, you know that.” You offered him a huge smile, his favorite coming from you, and that seemed to do the trick.

“You should tell him.” Your mother softly said, hand rubbing your father’s back, a warm smile on her face. Your father just nodded in agreement, face happy, yet eyes still sad.

His little girl wasn’t so little anymore.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

When you cancelled on your original date, to say he was bummed was an understatement. When you texted him not even two hours later to meet you at Inkphoric, he felt a little better. Maybe things were still good between you two and the weird pit in his stomach would go away as soon as he saw you. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for your father to be there.

“Mr. Y/L/N, sir. Good to see you.” Jungkook smiled at your father politely, heart racing at the unexpected meeting.

Your father just gave a knowing smile back that mirrored yours, and a gentle, yet firm pat on his shoulder as he walked by and out the door. Jungkook thought he was off the hook, but your father threw one last word at his back.

“Take good care of my daughter, Jungkook, and there won’t be any problems. Have a good night!” The smile on his face seemed contradictory to his words. It wasn’t until he let the parlor door shut tightly behind him, did Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, body sagging before he straightened himself back up.

His brows furrowed in confusion though, what did he mean by ‘take good care of my daughter’?

“Jungkook, back here! I have a surprise for you!”

Your cheery voice yelled at him from behind the black curtain that led to the back half of the tattoo parlor. He followed it with long strides, wanting to see you as soon as possible. When he pushed open the usual door of the room you two normally occupied at night, did his eyes widen and jaw go slack from the scene in front of him.

You were laying on your back on top of the tattoo bed, topless, with just your hands shielding your nipples from his hungry eyes. A tray was set up next to the bed along with the usual saddle stool, tattoo gun plugged in and ready. Were you wanting to get a tattoo?

Nope. This can’t be real. Something’s up.

He took one large step back into the hallway, and made an ‘X’ with his arms across his chest.

“Is this is a trap? Is this a prank? Is this a test?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically, his head whipping in both directions, more than positive that cameras were hidden somewhere or worse — your father.

“What?” You brows scrunched cutely in confusion, as you sat up, one arm now covering your chest in modesty.

“Is your father waiting around the corner with a shotgun ready to blow my brains out if I come anywhere near you?!” His words came out rushed, if you listened close enough, you might even hear a little fear in his voice.

You started laughing, hysterically. Like, tears began to roll down your face as your chest heaved, and boobs bounced due to the actions of you laughing so hard. Jungkook now gave you a look of confusion, before promptly looking away from your bouncing breasts that we’re doing things to him he needed to repress.

“You think—My father—A test?” You attempted to control yourself, you really did, but trying to talk only made things worse.

Tongue in cheek, foot tapping impatiently, Jungkook didn’t see what was so funny about the situation of him possibly getting murdered by your father.

“Okay. I get it. Haha. Jokes on me.” He let out a humorless laugh, pursing his lips.

Closing your eyes, you slowly breathed in and out until you were able to regain control of your body. Wiping your tears with your free hand, you looked over at a clearly annoyed Jungkook and grinned widely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This isn’t a prank. This isn’t a test. I swear to you on your leather jacket that my father will not burst in here with a shotgun and blow your brains out.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief, about to step into the room, until you spoke up again.

“But–He might blow your dick off.” You shrugged casually, feigning indifference.

His foot paused mid step, not fully hitting the ground. His eyes narrowed into slits at your shaking form that was on the verge of spewing laughter yet again.

“That’s it. I’m out. Deuces.” He threw you a peace sign and acted like he was going to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait! Okay, I’m done joking, I’m sorry, Koo! Really, please. Come back?!” You shouted at his back pleadingly, full on pouty face at work, big eyes and all.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he turned back to face you.

“Bible?”

“Bible.”

“Okay, so what’s really going on here? Why are you half naked right now?”

“Is that all that’s registering in your man brain right now?”

“Yes, cause like you said, I’m a man. I can’t help but hone in on the fact that an extremely attractive woman is half naked in front of me and not address it.”

Rolling your eyes, but chest warming at his confession of finding you attractive, you gestured around you.

“Look around, what do you see?”

His eyes surveyed the room inch by inch, and he’s thankful for once that the light is on, his vision no longer obscured by the usual lone lamp that you both would use. Like before, he noticed the tray that was set up, looking like you were going to get tattooed. What had him confused though, was there was no one else around to tattoo you, but him.

“I can see that you’re about to get tattooed, but my only question is–,” you waved him on with your hand, encouraging him to put the pieces together. “–who is tattooing you, y/n?” He tried not to sound too hopeful that it would be him. Just incase it wasn’t, and the actual tattooist, or your father, would come in at any second.

You smiled warmly at him, and pointed at the saddle stool, silently telling him to sit down.

He cautiously stepped into the room for the first time, pausing briefly to double check that you were telling him the truth about this not being a test. You rolled your eyes at his caution.

“Sit your ass down, Jeon.”

He promptly sat said ass down on the saddle stool, his eyes now perfectly aligned with your chest while you sat up. His Adam apple bobbed as he gulped quietly. His hands covered his crotch area, as he willed himself to think about anything other than the fact that your fingers were dangerously close to revealing one of your nipples and he could see the start of your areola if he angled his head, but then that would be a little to obvious that he was checking you out, so he didn’t.

“No need for surnames here, Y/L/N.”

You stuck your tongue out at him in good fun, then proceeded to explain to him what was happening.

“You’re going to give me a tattoo.”

“For real?” His tone was one of disbelief, yet excitement.

“For real.” You confirmed with a smile, excited as well.

“I’m—I don’t even know what to say—,” he chuckled lightly, face flushing from all the stupid butterflies in his stomach going haywire. If you were letting him give you your first tattoo, that meant you had a lot of trust in him. It touched him, more than he thought it would.

Dumb, good for nothing, feelings.

Annoying, heart pulsing, cheek warming, love.

You gasped lightly, cooing at Jungkook.

“Aw, koo. Don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry.”

Wiping at his eyes furiously, he feigned indifference.

“I wasn’t crying, something flew into my eye.”

“Of course.” You smiled softly at him, his vulnerability touching something within you, chest blossoming with a warmth you’ve never felt before.

Is this what being in love felt like?

Clearing his throat loudly to rid himself of his emotions, he asked you a very important question.

“What are you wanting to get?”

“Can I see your hand?”

“Sure.” No hesitation, no thinking, he just gave his hand to you. His right hand.

“Other hand.”

“Okay?” He gave you his left hand.

Turning his palm face up, you carefully spread his middle and ring finger apart, then ran your fingertip lightly along the purple aster flower tattoo you gave him.

“This one, please.”

If he thought he was emotional before.

He had to bite his lip, his only way of preventing the low whimper from escaping his lips at your choice of tattoo.

You wanted to get a matching tattoo? With him?

“Are you sure, y/n?”

“If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s this.” You nodded at him resolutely.

“Let’s get started then.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The buzzing reverberated inside the room, shortly coming to a stop as he sat back up straight from his once bent position of him hovering over your topless form in order to reach your tattoo area of choice, along the curve of your left breast. He wasn’t surprised that’s what you chose, considering you were already topless and all when he walked in.

“Alright. We’re done.”

He set the tattoo gun down onto the tray next to him as he helped you sit up on the tattoo bed. You winced lightly at the push and pull of the now tender area around your breast. Grabbing the hand mirror that also lay on the tray next to him, he held it up for you in confidence you could see the tattoo clearly.

Your eyes shone with so much awe and happiness as your eyes began to water.

It was perfect.

“It’s beautiful, koo. Truly.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror and directly into his. The praise he received from you making his chest swell with pride.

“It is, but you’re more beautiful.” He stated casually, making you let out a low exhale as you prepared yourself for what you were about to say.

“You know why I chose this tattoo?”

“To be tattoo buddies?”

“Yes, and no.”

His confused silence had you pressing on.

“I told you that if I get a tattoo, it has to have meaning, remember?”

“I remember.” But he still wasn’t following.

“I–,” he saw the way you shied into yourself, and it had him beyond baffled.

“Hey. It’s just me. You can talk to me.” His words were gentle, sweet, encouraging.

“That’s the issue.” You admitted quietly.

Before you could lose your nerve, you decided it was best to just rip the bandaid off, and whatever happens, happens.

“I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.”

Shut the fuck up.

“Excuse you?!” You angrily poked at his chest with your finger.

That’s when he realized he verbalized his inner thoughts on accident.

“Sorry, not you. I just–,” he fumbled nervously over his words, and no matter how hard he tried, he kept failing to say those words back to you.

“I’m not going to force you to say it back, I’m not that cruel. I just wanted you to know.” You assured him with a small smile, misreading his fish out of water expressionism. “This tattoo means a lot to me, and that’s the reason why I wanted you to be the one to ink it. So, regardless of what does and doesn’t occur between us, you realize just how much I truly mean it.”

His bottom lip trembled at your honesty, at your blatant vulnerability in all senses of the word — as you bare your heart, soul, and body (even if it’s only because you were just tattooed) for him alone.

If his brother was here, he would be entertained by the way you have Jungkook wrapped around your finger, and you being none the wiser.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to audibly express his feelings, he opted to show you instead. Setting aside the hand mirror on the tray, he places both hands on either side of your figure on the tattoo bed, pushing himself up using his arms until he’s face to face with your surprised one at the sudden, abrupt movement.

“Can I kiss you? Would that be okay? I’m not good with words.” He rushed out breathlessly, restraining his lips from getting closer to yours until you gave him permission.

“Yes.” Your reply was barely audible, but he heard it within the silence of the room.

His lips crashed into yours with a fervor, the intensity of it making you let go of the grip on your breasts in order to lean back against your hands on the tattoo bed. He whimpered within the kiss, feeling how your nipples instantly hardened both from the air and rubbing against the material of his cool, leather jacket.

You let out a light hiss into the kiss, your upper body instantly recoiling from rubbing against the leather material. Jungkook immediately came back to his senses and pulled away from you with a worried look.

“Shit. Y/N, I’m so sorry. I forgot all about your tattoo.” His head dipped dangerously close to your breast in order to inspect if there was any damage to your tattoo.

You blinked owlishly at the sudden loss of his lips on yours, your brain still registering what just occurred, as the pain dulled to a low throbbing. You flinched as his fingertips ghosted over the tattoo, but didn’t touch it. It’s only then that both of you came to the same thought, his body stiffening once concluding that your tattoo was perfectly fine, yet his head refused to move from its position.

His hand that was close to your breast, lightly caressed the side of the boob where your tattoo lay with utmost care, as if he was afraid that touching you would break you. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently lost in a lust filled haze, his other hand coming up to caress your other boob with just as much care.

You sucked in a sharp breath at his actions, feeling your own lust start to build within you. The way he touched you, so gently, so carefully, his eyes taking in your figure with nothing but sheer admiration and, you wishfully think — maybe even love? — had you pushing your chest closer to his face, your body wanting more.

Reading your body movement, his hot breath fanned over your already hardened nipple, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously, and his neck vein becoming more prominent at the action, had you letting out a low whine. You tried squeezing your legs shut, but stopped when instead the inside of your thighs hit the sides of his leather jacket clad waist, your body shivering upon the cool contact it provided from the shorts you decided to wear today exposing your legs.

Hearing your whine, shot straight through his body and down to his slowly growing erection inside his pants. He gave an experimental kitten lick to your nipple and you let out a low gasp at the feeling. He continued with his short, yet firm licks until he dubbed your nipple hard enough, now securing his entire mouth around the bud, suckling on it like a newborn baby.

You threw your head back in pleasure, one hand coming up to lay on the back of his head and push him further into your breast. His other hand tweaked at your other hardened nipple that wasn’t getting the attention from his expert mouth and your legs clamped around his waist as an anchor to keep your body from falling back onto the tattoo bed.

Soft pants is all he heard in the silence of the room, the low moans he gave around your nipple, had you feeling needy and greedy for more that he had to offer. You noticed how he discreetly was palming himself on the outside of his pants, and felt bad that he wasn’t getting any kind of pleasure.

“Jungkook.” His name came out brokenly when he switched his attention to your other breast, lightly nibbling on the nipple. He grunted, his way of saying ‘yes’, and you lightly laughed.

“Do you need help with your—,” your lust filled voice trailed off, as he let your nipple go with a wet ‘pop’, the lewd noise making you even more wet. You knew for a fact, your panties were soaked at this point.

“Not yet. I want to focus on you.” His blown pupils bore into yours, and you’re sure your eyes held the same glaze his did. “Is that okay? Can I?” He let go of your boobs to stand up straight and hooking one finger into one of the belt loops on your shorts, tugged on it with emphasis. He wanted them off, like yesterday.

Nodding your head, mouth parted slightly at the way things were escalating quickly, you decided to help him by unbuttoning your jeans. When he deemed you as taking too long, he pulled down your zipper for you, patting your thighs as his way of telling you to lift your butt off the table so he could swiftly pull your shorts down along with your underwear in one go.

The exposure of the cool air on your nude body had you slightly shaking with nerves, it’s been far too long since you were last intimate with anyone. You feared you were out of practice, and didn’t want to disappoint Jungkook, who you know is an expert in this field.

He could feel the slight tremble in your thighs and gently ran his hands up and down them, mistaking it as you being cold. He came up with an idea, a brilliant idea. One that only spurred on the continuous growth of his erection.

“You want to wear my jacket?” He was already shoving it off his broad shoulders before you even agreed, shortly securing it around your shoulders and helping you slide your arms into the sleeves that were far too long and hung over your hands in an extremely cute way, Jungkook thought.

As he stepped back to fully take in your nude form, wearing nothing but his leather jacket, he knew.

He was yours. His heart was yours. Always.

Another thing he found out, had him instantly dropping to his knees in front of your parted legs. Hands clutching your inner thighs in order to keep you from closing them, knowing how shy most girls get when guys get close to their pussy, he let out a shaky exhale.

“Shit. You’re soaked.” His head unconsciously leaned in further, which made you begin to get anxious, and you could feel his hands on your thighs tether you in place, preventing you from closing your legs against his head.

Not yet, at least. He thought, already anticipating what’s to come. He couldn’t wait.

Without much warning he dove in, his mouth immediately latching onto your already swollen bud, resuming his kitten licks in a pattern of firm and soft. His pace was relentless, as you moaned loudly. And his lip ring? My god.

“Fuck. Give a girl a warning next time, won’t you?” You laughed breathlessly, more moans following shortly after. He grunted, but didn’t let up. Instead, he slid his right hand from your inner thigh to your glistening wet folds. Not having much restraint, he inserted his middle finger up to the hilt, and you let out a wanton moan at the indescribable cold, yet arousing way you could feel his ring tease your opening as he thrusted his finger up to the knuckle.

Thighs parting wider to allow him more room, he inserted his ring finger, that, you guessed it, adorned yet another cool, thick ring. He could feel the way your pussy clenched around the second invader, it only fueling him to finger you with fast, deep strokes. It wasn’t until he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongey spot that made you a whiny mess, did your legs instantly clamp around his head at the overwhelming urge to pee.

You knew it wasn’t pee, yet you felt the need to warn Jungkook, not yet having experienced pleasure like this before.

“Jungkook—Shit—I’m going to—,” your arms wobbled from the intensity that was building quickly, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for long. With one last hard suck, the knot in you instantly uncoiled and you screamed his name, arms finally buckling as you fell back onto the tattoo bed, hips arching into Jungkook’s awaiting opened mouth that switched from your clit to your gushing pussy.

His fingers didn’t let up as he allowed you to ride your euphoric high, mouth firmly attached to your wet folds as he tried to secure your arousal inside his mouth with the best of his ability. Much to his displeasure, it only leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his chin, his white shirt getting drenched in the process.

When your hips fell back against the bed, and your legs loosened their strong grip around his head, did he finally pull out his equally as drenched fingers from your still pulsating pussy.

“Fuck me, that was hot.” His words made you want to laugh, but your strength was lost, legs feeling like jello. When you didn’t respond, he stood back up to hover over your form until his face was above yours.

You could see your arousal on his chin and your cheeks inflamed as you came down fully from your orgasm. Your hands attempted to come up and shield your face from embarrassment, but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. His hands grabbed yours, efficiently stopping you, and with your arousal still on his lips and tongue, he kissed you deeply, before pulling away.

“You don’t need to hide from me, y/n. I love you, okay? I’m in love with you. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Do you actually mean that or is it because I just let you go down on me?” You gave him a wary look, but you already knew he wasn’t that kind of person.

He gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, and you couldn’t help the bubble of a laugh that escaped past your lips as your facade cracked.

“I’m just kidding. Lighten up, kook.” You playfully hit his chest, but recoiled when your hand came back wet. You made a face. This time it was Jungkook who let out a boisterous laugh of his own at your reaction.

“That’s all you, baby girl. You did so good.” He cooed at you playfully while peppering kisses all of your face. You squirmed underneath him as his soaked through shirt clad chest rubbed against yours. His cross necklace dangled in between your breasts, and you grabbed it with your hand, fingers rubbing the cool silver.

The small, innocent act made him stare lovingly at you. When your eyes locked with his again, you forgot that you were nude with his clothed crotch against your core. It wasn’t until you attempted to push yourself up on your elbows to kiss him, did your actions cause you to accidentally grind your pussy against his very prominent bulge. He let out a gutteral groan into your mouth that had your toes curling.

“Your turn, koo.” You spoke against his still parted lips.

He shook his head vehemently.

“No. I can’t. Like, I’m so close already you have no idea. I wouldn’t last.” He spoke factually, and it made you whine sadly. You wanted to show him the same amount of pleasure he just showed you.

Once again, he peppered your pouty face with kisses.

“Next time, baby girl. I promise. But right now?” He ground his hips against yours, creating a delicious pressure on your still sensitive bundle of nerves. “I need to feel you. If you’ll let me?”

“God—Yes. Undress. Now.”

He smirked at your impatience as he stood up straight. Your hands flew to the bottom of his shirt as you helped him tug it off his lean, muscular, sexy, figure. His toned abs glistened with your arousal that soaked through, and you leaned forward in order to poke your tongue between your swollen lips from kissing to lick what you could off while he busied himself with shimmying his tight jeans off.

You maintained eye contact, even when he was fully nude along with you, as you licked up the last of your arousal with a low hum of approval.

“You taste good, yeah?” He grinned cheekily at you, thinking it would get you all hot and bothered. And it did, just not in the way he was expecting.

“I bet you taste even better though.” His eyes darkened with your statement, as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth with restraint.

“Nice try, but you’re still not giving me a hand job.”

“Who said anything about a hand job?” You questioned innocently, and it just about had him relenting in his resolve so he could see the way that pretty little mouth of yours looked around his swollen cockhead. He bet you looked divine. Another time though.

“Compromise, okay? How about this?” He sat his bare ass back on the saddle stool and patted his thick thighs, his penis swollen, curved and erect in between them had you licking your lips in anticipation. “If you want to show me pleasure, then by all means, baby. I’m yours.”

Scooting yourself closer to the edge, Jungkook gave you his hands to hold onto as your feet hit the cool, hardwood flooring that ran throughout the entire tattoo parlor. He guided you closer to his sitting form, and watched as you swung one leg over him so your core made contact with his curved shaft while still standing due to how big he was.

His attention immediately went to his other head upon the delicious contact with your pussy when you began to slowly grind your wet folds against him in long strokes. The ministrations causing beads of pre-cum to leak from the swollen, red, bulbous tip of his cock that you didn’t miss. Swiping your thumb across the tip, you gathered up his cum and placed it into your mouth, making a show of sucking it off your thumb with loud, closed mouth, moans.

“I knew you would taste good.” You grinned wickedly at him, and he lightly smacked your ass at the way you somehow still found a way of being able to taste him.

“You little vixen.” His eyes narrowed at you playfully, hands finding purpose at the junction between your hips and thighs, as he pressed your core more firmly against his throbbing shaft in order to create more heavenly friction. It was taking all he had not to just shove his cock into your pussy, something he could’ve easily accomplished at this angle if he wanted too, but instead he wanted to wait until you were ready.

“Only for you.” You leaned down to whisper onto his parted lips, one hand placed firmly on his shoulder as your other hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a few hard strokes that had him moaning into your awaiting mouth.

“Baby. Please.” He whimpered lowly, gazing at you with nothing but lust and love.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Tell me what you want, and you’ll get it, koo.” You cooed at him softly, your hand now starting to pick up pace with fast, short strokes that had his abs tightening.

“Fucking hell, woman. I need your tight, little pussy wrapped around my cock. Please, y/n. Please.” His words were a garbled mess as he refrained himself from blowing his load right then and there. He inwardly reeled over the fact you had a hidden dominate side behind closed doors, not used to being the submissive one. But fuck it, you could take control all you wanted.

Wordlessly, you aligned his swollen, leaking head with your dripping wet folds and sunk your lower body down until your thighs hit his with a loud ‘smack’, and he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck.” Your voice broke at the sudden full feeling that you weren’t expecting and that you’ve never quite experienced before.

“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He praised you in between broken moans, his head falling in between your breasts as his eyes closed and he got lost in the feeling of all that is you.

“Yeah?”

The sound of your thighs continuously slapping against his was all you could hear besides the mutual moans and gasps you both let out as you rode him with all that you’ve got, both hands placed firmly on his shoulders as leverage, the heels of your feet never meeting the cold floor with every bounce you made.

The tall tale sign of your impending orgasm began to show as your pace started to slow down, your energy rapidly decreasing as your walls clenched and pulsated around his own throbbing member as you dug your nails into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.

His grip on your waist became bruising when he began to notice you were close, your tight walls making him dangerously close as well. He planted his feet firmly flat against the hardwood floor and began thrusting his hips up in order to meet yours and help you to your mutual highs.

“I love you so much, koo.” A broken sob and confession is the only warning you were able to give as your body stilled, your walls clenching around him, enticing him to come undone with you, so he did.

With one last final thrust, he stilled inside of you, his cock twitching as he spurted rope after rope of his warm cum inside your awaiting pussy, your arousal as well as his leaking from your abused pussy in lewd streaks that he could feel coat his thighs.

You collapsed against one another in heavy pants, both trying to regain enough oxygen in your lungs and will your hearts to beat at a normal pace.

He pulled away from your chest enough to find you already looking at him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You both broke into a random fit of laughter, something you’ve never done before after having probably the best sex of your life. You already couldn’t wait until round two. But that would have to wait.

His hands caressed your back, as he lazily rubbed it. Your own hands began to lightly massage his scalp and he let out a content sigh at the miraculous way your fingers worked.

“You may need to touch up my tattoo.” You said, eyes no longer on his, but rather honed in on the spot right below his shoulder blade where you could see the blending of both purple and black ink that didn’t get a chance to fully set in, lay.

He glanced down at the ink on his skin, then immediately looked to where your tattoo was. He gently moved your boob with his hand in order to inspect it better and gave you a mixed look of being guilty and sorry.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll definitely have to fix it.”

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.”

“I can fix it right now if you’d like? It would only take like 10 minutes.” He offered, still wracked with guilt.

A swivel of your hips, had him biting his tongue. He was still sensitive from his orgasm.

“I’d much rather spend that time doing something else.”

He admired your enthusiasm, but needed a minute. Giving you multiple pecks on the lips, he spoke in between kisses.

“I—love—you—but—give—me—a—second—to—recover—woman.”

“Fine.” You whined childishly. “But I’m giving you a blow job as soon as you’re not too sensitive.”

“Oh my god — Deal.”

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a/n; uh. yeah. so, this happened. i have no words. but hope you enjoyed. sorry in advance if there’s any errors, this is all unedited. like + reblog if you want to support my work. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. if you want to see more of this couple, let me know.

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aqueeracademic · 7 months

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wish that you were here

I’ve tried to leave it all behind me, but I woke up and there they were beside me. And I don’t believe it, but I guess it’s true: some feelings, they can travel, too. There it is again, sitting on my chest, makes it hard to catch my breath. I scramble for the light to change.

Ed remembers waking up in the middle of the night and rolling over just to come face to face with those godforsaken cake toppers. Sometimes, he would reach out to them, push them closer together or grab one and throw it across the cabin. Ed remembers thinking that if he sailed far enough, fast enough, he would eventually outrun it. The weight in his chest that had been resting there like an Incubus ever since the day he sat on that dock. But the sensation seemed to follow him as the seagulls did. He remembers gasping for air until he was forced out of bed by his own bile.

You’re always on my mind.

Stede remembers everything. He remembers the tickle of Ed’s hair on his arm. He remembers the sensation of Ed’s hand on his face, the sound of Ed’s voice and the slight lilt in it when he would get frustrated. Stede dreams of these things relentlessly.

You’re always on my mind.

Ed remembers pushing Lucius overboard. He dreams about his father. He remembers wishing he had the strength to put Izzy in the ground but forgoing it because it almost felt better to watch him suffer. Ed remembers wishing that making one man he loved hurt would fill the place in him that made him want the other one to hurt, too. It didn’t.

I never minded being on my own. Then something broke in me, and I wanted to go home to be where you are. But even closer to you, you seem so very far. And now I’m reaching out with every note I sing, and I hope it gets to you on some Pacific wind; wraps itself around you, and whispers in your ear, tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here.

Stede remembers the days back home, with Mary and the children. He remembers wandering around empty halls, walking empty streets, and not really caring that there was no one around. Even if there were, would they be able to make him feel the way Ed did? He doubted it. And then he realized, of course, that he loved Ed, and you know this story. But did you know that Stede paddled in that rowboat for what felt like forever, only for Ed to keep getting farther away? Did you know that, like a mermaid or a siren, he sent his song across the sea? That he shoved his ardor into glass bottles and littered the ocean with them, hoping they would eventually reside in the hands of the other? I miss you, they read. I need you here.

And if I stay, I don’t know. There’ll be so much that I’ll have to let go. You’re disappearing all the time. But I still see you in the light; for you, the shadows fight. And it’s beautiful but there’s that tug inside, I must stop time traveling. You’re always on my mind.

Ed remembers that, after flicking the cake topper overboard, he felt his lungs swell as if it was a voodoo doll and he was drowning, too. He remembers wandering around the ship in the dead of night, causing the deck boards to creak over a quivering crew as he wandered to the edge and stared over into the black water, thinking, but never acting. Sometimes, in the corner of his eye, when the light was right and his hair was in his face, he thought that Stede might have been standing right beside him. He never was. It was the third trip to the edge that forced the man’s name out of his vernacular. This is who I am, he thought. I can never be anything else.

You’re always on my mind. You’re always on my mind.

Stede played host at Spanish Jackie’s for some time. Everytime he turned around at the sound of the door, his heart leapt into his throat as he thought… maybe. Maybe it would be Ed walking in. It never was. He saw him everywhere, though. His name, the fake one, often left the lips of people on the street. His face was plastered on every wall. Stede took it as a sign that he was close, that he would triumph and find Ed. Not Blackbeard. Ed.

Ed remembers realizing that shooting Izzy was the final breach of his humanity. Izzy, who stood by him no matter what, who loved him even if neither of them spoke of it. And then Izzy did speak of it, and that was the breaking point. To love and to be loved is to be abandoned. That was the threat Izzy was making. And he wasn’t ready to be alone, no matter how much he swore that being alone was safety and sanctuary. It took only a day for the crew to kill him. Longer than he thought it would. And thank God they did. Lord knows Edward didn’t have the balls to do it himself. And in that final breath, before the cannonball came down, he whispered the name of the man he had forsaken and laughed. He wondered if Stede could hear him.

We all need something watching over us.

Stede remembers waking up in the middle of the night, on the floor in Spanish Jackie’s in tears, just for there to be someone there, rubbing his back, only half awake. He remembers thinking often about Lucius, smiling when remembering the support he provided. Stede thought of Ed, who he swore was looking for him, too. Imagine his surprise when he realized that Ed was no longer among the living.

Be it the falcons, the clouds or the cross.

Ed remembers the Gravy Basket. He wasn’t sure how long that lifetime was, and it wasn’t clear to him for several weeks after leaving. It could have been years for all he knew. It wasn’t. And thank God it wasn’t. He felt his hand close around something. Maybe it was the rope at his waist.

And then the sea swept in and left us all speechless.

Stede remembers being fairly certain he had never begged before in his life. Not seriously, anyway. Not in any way that implied complete hopelessness; the tragedy of Achilles and Patroclus, God and the angel Lucifer, Romeo and Juliet. But he begged over Ed’s body. He pleaded with every divine entity he could come up with in his mind, with the water on the floor, with Ed’s hands, his chest, his face. His feet were soaked through, his cheeks ached with the pain of sorrow. His heart pounded so hard he was sure it would stop. He wouldn’t have been saddened if it did.

Speechless.

Ed remembers the mermaid. He remembers the old tales of the sirens that he never believed, the ones claiming that a siren’s song could get you to jump into the freezing sea without a second thought and swim until you found it. Ed remembers the mermaid that had Stede’s face. The mermaid that he reached for, that he tried to press his lips against. He had wrestled with the rope until it came undone and vanished into the darkness of the water, and yet his hand still felt clasped around something familiar.

I never minded being on my own. Then something broke in me, and I wanted to go home to be where you are.

Stede remembers what it felt like to see Ed’s fingers move, what it felt like to take hold of him once more and swear to Heaven above and Hell below that he would never, ever let go. When Stede was a child, he enjoyed his solitude; the fear of abuse and shame was always just a footbridge across from friendship. But Stede was not a child anymore, and he never wanted to feel that ache of aloneness ever again. Stede remembers that Ed woke him the day they met with a hand on his. And now, with his hand upon Ed’s, he waits for him to come back to him. To be with him. To wake and allow him to come home.

But even closer to you, you seem so very far.

Ed remembers that when his eyes fluttered open, the first thing he realized was that his hand was gripping Stede’s. He hadn’t even realized he was reaching for him until he already had hold of him.

And now I’m reaching out with every note I sing, and I hope it gets to you on some Pacific wind; wraps itself around you, and whispers in your ear, tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here.

Stede remembers seeing Ed’s eyes as they opened. He also remembers the pain in his face as Ed sat up too quickly, slamming the hard bone of his skull into Stede’s cheekbone. Stede, of course, knew the second Ed woke up he was going to lose him all over again. The crew had killed him once, and they would do it again. He didn’t know if it was more painful to lose the man to death or to lose him and know he was out there somewhere, waiting for him. Stede remembers deciding that Ed had to go, before even deciding to ask the crew what they wanted.

Wish that you were here.

Ed remembers realizing that the Stede cradling his face in pain was no longer a mermaid. Just a man. The man who he held to blame for every second of his life leading to that exact moment. He didn’t know if it was fair. He had blamed his father, his captain, Izzy… and now Stede. Ed remembers the pain in his body, the bruises he could feel creeping up and down his skin, the black residue of the cannonball imprinted in his flesh somewhere he could not see. Ed focused his eyes on Stede, and his first, and only, order of business was a newfound determination to get away from him. To leave the ship and, if he was lucky, never lay eyes upon him again. The sensation in his chest, the Incubus, was still there, which meant only one thing to him: he was right. This pain was not the result of love. This pain was who he was.

Wish that you were here.

Stede remembers the feeling of the couch beneath them as he was closer to Ed than he had been in a long time. Ed smelled the same, and something about that was comforting. He could have reached out, ran his fingers through Ed’s hair and made him look at him, but he didn’t. He folded his hands in his lap and waited. Stede remembers bringing Ed back to the ship and the crew descending on him, tying a collar around his neck and stripping him of his leather. Stede remembers thinking that, maybe, without the leather, Ed could be close to him again, any remnant of Blackbeard firmly forgotten.

Wish that you were here.

Ed remembers the moonlight. The wire from which a fish was hung was digging into his fingers but Stede was in front of him, flushed and glowing in the pale light, rambling about curses and priests. The ship was quiet. Ed remembers the breeze, the smell of salt on skin, the jingle of the bell around his neck. His heart was beating in his stomach as he said it. You wear fine things well. He had replayed those words in his head for weeks, in the before and after of Stede, wondering if it meant what he’d hoped it did. Ed remembers kissing him, the way he should have done the first time.

Wish that you were…

Stede remembers the moonlight. The pang of losing such a gorgeous piece of clothing still hung in his mouth, but Ed was in front of him, small and desperate in the pale light, telling him about fishing and silence. The ship was quiet. Stede remembers the rustle of the sails, the curl of the hair at Ed’s temple, the sound of the bell as he got closer. His heart pounded in his throat as he heard his own words thrown back at him, not with malice, but with care and questioning. You wear fine things well. He had chewed on those words for weeks after speaking them aloud, wondering if he had said the wrong thing, if it meant anything at all that he had gotten them out. Stede remembers the closeness of Ed as he finally pressed his lips against him. A chaste kiss that Stede refused to let go of, instead burying his hand in that hair, wrapping an arm around that waist. He had been searching for Ed for so long, he hadn’t even realized he’d caught him, but he had. Or rather, like a fish, Ed had caught him.

#is this even good writing #no one answer #i will be doing this with some #other characters #such as #izzy hands #or perhaps #ed teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #stede x blackbeard #ofmd #our flag means death #Spotify

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kindheart525 · 6 months

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Which characters in the Auraverse and Thirdverse have pets?

I thought this was such a fun question that I decided to draw out my answers! Right now I’m only answering for the Auraverse because there are a lot just for that ng, and thus it might be less overwhelming to show the Thirdverse pets in a separate post.

1, 2, and 3. Each of the ColorOak sisters has their own cat, and they reflect just how different (and alike!) the sisters are. Red Cedar has a big, fluffy Maine Coon named Mint Bliss. He is just as majestic and noble in attitude as Cedar likes to imagine his namesake is, and his name reflects her strong grounding in her own faith. In sharp contrast, Blue Velvet has a hairless Sphinx cat named Velour, to go with her own name. This kitty is spoiled rotten and put in all kinds of outfits for aesthetic photos (which she accepts; Blue wouldn’t make her do it if she fought against it). I mustn’t forget her little corn snake Precious either, who has become Velour’s best friend. Velour loves to chill out with Precious wrapped around her like a sweater as if it’s the height of luxury. Much like her own position between her two sisters, Violet’s kitten is a middle ground between the other two cats in being a regular domestic shorthair. As a black cat, often thought of as a harbinger of bad luck, he was the last in his litter to get adopted. But Violet took one look at him and fell in love, naming him Maestro to reflect the kind of greatness she saw in him. He’s also registered as her emotional support animal to help with her anxiety, and he is very good at doing so.

4. Varmint Venom works with snakes of all shapes and sizes for a living, but only two of them permanently belong to her. You’ve met them before, but here we have Bartholomew (green) and Brenda (brown). Brenda is a real escape artist, never able to be left alone unsupervised even when she’s sealed in a tank. Bartholomew can be a feisty one, always watching for potential prey and flicking his tongue in anticipation, but Varmint knows just how to keep him tame and happy, being the snake whisperer she is.

5. After getting her career back on track, River Morganite eventually gets to a place where she can relax and pursue other interests, which includes adopting a macaw for companionship. Her name is Regina, which is short for Princess Regina Pluma Corona the First. She’s not quite as much of a diva as her name would suggest, as blue and gold macaws are known for being quite sociable. But she still wants to be the center of attention at all times, which is fine by River as they make quite a fabulous pair. She loves letting Regina perch upon her horns like she’s her crown…but she may have also accidentally taught her some curse words. Bloody hell.

6. Due to a mispronounced chant during one of her witch coven’s biweekly meetings, Milkweed has found herself the “mommy” of a giant, carnivorous plant that was once naught but a tiny sprout. When she tried to make the plant grow she didn’t expect it to grow this big, but she doesn’t regret this mistake one bit. Itsy Bitsy is as sweet as can be…to her at least, and to those that she has made clear she trusts. She wouldn’t let him hurt a fly though…I mean a pony, because he does eat flies. She loves to sing the Itsy Bitsy Spider song to him while feeding him spiders, flies, and other bugs and small critters, as their special nightly tradition.

7. Eclipse’s best friend is a little hermit crab named Io, named after one of Jupiter’s moons but much preferring to hide from the great big universe around him. A feeling Eclipse can relate to all too well. They feel like the little crab understands them in this way and that brings them comfort. When they talk to Io about their day to get stuff off their chest, he just sits there with his cute little claws folded and listens, which is all Eclipse could ask for sometimes.

8. While not one individual pet, Snowcone is a friend of the butterflies, having started raising them as a form of therapy. It brings her great joy and comfort to be part of something bigger in contributing to the health of butterfly populations, but she also loves to watch them flutter around in freedom and peace for the sake of each individual. Glasswing butterflies are her favorite, looking so delicate yet being some of the most beautiful of all!

9. Rosemary has an ant farm! When she’s not out playing with Sandpiper, or visiting her grandparents and cousins, she loves nothing more than to sit down and watch her ants roam around, sometimes for hours. It’s so fun to see the inner workings of their lives in such a small box, and it’s a quiet activity that she sometimes prefers over the constant activity of family time.

10. Also not really a pet, but Amour Étreinte really has a charm with the birds and other woodland creatures! Almost everywhere she goes at least a few of them are following her, even in the Crystal Empire which doesn’t have any real forests. And every note she sings has the birds tweeting along in perfect tune. There’s something absolutely magical to it, a surprise and delight to many even in a world where magic is the norm. She’s a true Disneigh Princess!

11. Duchess Daisy Lace Raspberry III is the only dog who has ever been worthy of Best in Show, and anypony who even dares suggest otherwise is a jealous, vindictive bitch. She’s Southern Belle’s pride and joy but everypony else’s nightmare, with a nasty bark AND bite and a trail of slobber following her almost everywhere except when she has to look nice for the cameras. Even other dogs whine and cower in her presence. But Southern Belle is fine with that, in fact she’s downright proud of her dog’s reputation. That only means she’s the best of the best, just like her owner.

12. One might think that a high-society, somewhat snooty filly like Ingenue would have a sharp distaste for rodents, but that couldn’t be further from the truth when it comes to rats. They’re very clean, sociable and intelligent animals and she sees through all the myths that suggest they aren’t. She even has three of her own, a trio of sisters named Dolly, Dora, and Donna. Yes they look kind of alike, and yes their names are remarkably similar, but Ingenue will still get extremely insulted if you dare get them confused. If anything, their little tutus should be a dead giveaway to their individuality (and their owner’s fashion taste).

13. If anyone would be the type to have a spoiled little dog who’s literally ancient and racks up thousands of bits in vet bills, it would be Saltwater Taffy. Little Gumdrop has hardly taken a single step outside of her purse in his 21 years of life because Taffy wouldn’t dare make him get his tender little paws dirty. Nor has he eaten a single bite of brand-name dog food because he deserves much better than that. (I’m exaggerating with the walking bit, he does get adequate exercise and is legitimately well taken care of despite also being coddled.) If Taffy dares leave him to fend for himself alone in her big, lavish castle, even for 10 minutes, he is absolutely beside himself. And in true Taffy fashion she enables all of it. But the arrival of her daughter meant welcoming another new furry friend to the family. For Spring Palooza was born with some disabilities that required more assistance with mobility and pain management to help her achieve her best life, assistance which could be best provided by a service dog. Enter Jellybean, the slobbery, constantly-shedding, yet eternally easygoing Saint Bernard tasked with meeting Pally’s caretaking needs. Taffy didn’t expect to be the owner of a dog like this after choosing such a tiny, prissy little creature for herself, but it’s the breed Pally chose among the options presented for a service dog. And Taffy would do anything to make her little girl happy. As for Gumdrop’s opinion, Jellybean is his sworn enemy, but Jellybean has not a single clue about this feud.

14. Because of Stockholm’s love of all things historical, Discord thought it would be a great idea to gift her a real life prehistoric animal as a pet. Now. he could have been extra chaotic and pulled a Jurassic Park with some dinosaurs, but after seeing her get emotional over the evolutionary relationship between Joshua trees and the now-extinct giant ground sloth (Megatherium), he decided that was what he would create for her. Stockholm couldn’t be happier with his selection, loving nothing more than to lounge in the sloth’s favorite tree with her new friend who she’s named Coconut.

15. For as long as she could remember, Slumber Party had always wanted a cuddly little pet to call her own, but she couldn’t have one in the orphanage. But in her free time she did do some reading and decided pretty early on that she wanted some guinea pigs. So when she got adopted, it didn’t take long for her to successfully convince Luna to take her down to the pet store to pick out her new best friend. She settled on a bonded pair, who she’s quite fittingly named Snuggles and Cuddles. She could sit in her room for hours just watching them play and giving them lots of love!

16. As a young adult, Etheria decides to really lean into their gothic and intellectual side and get a pet raven, just like in the poems of old. Edgar lives up to expectations in being extremely intelligent, able to solve puzzles and even use tools to aid Etheria in her work. In her true blunt fashion, Etheria likes to pit their pet raven against her brother Raven, even though the latter is plenty intelligent in his own right. It’s all just affectionate teasing.

17. When he reaches his teenage and young adult years, Meteor Shower follows his mom’s hoofsteps in being a lover of reptiles and gets a badass-looking bearded dragon as a pet. Many reptiles are considered stereotypically masculine pets, especially when the owner is such a guys’ guy like Meteor, but despite his friends’ confusion his little lizard is actually a girl! Pepper is obviously completely indifferent to what she’s called, and is content being part of his aesthetic because it also comes with companionship and quality care.

18. After seeing how much Sahar adored the sea and all the colorful life teeming within, Heavenly Glow decided to give her the ultimate surprise for her birthday and commission a personal fish pond to be built just for her. Needless to say Sahar loved it; in fact, it’s one of her favorite birthday gifts she’s ever received! She loves to watch the fish explore their colorful little habitat, and Heavenly loves watching her love enjoy herself. Although, as something of a half-fish, Heavenly is surprised to find herself feeling slightly jealous when Sahar picks a favorite fish from the pond.

19. The apartment building they live in isn’t particularly welcoming towards pets, but even if it was, Minted Glacier and Blueberry Sticks probably wouldn’t have room to take care of one after putting all their time and money into raising Mint’s daughter. But a pet found its way into their lives anyway when a raccoon fell through their ceiling one day and Mint was unable to deny the begging of his daughter and sister. The young CheBe named him Stripy, but Blueberry has her mind in the gutter with her choice of spelling. Unsurprisingly, this literal wild animal soon proved to be too much to handle, so after less than a week Mint finally put his hoof down and “gave him to somepony with a bigger house” (released him in the wild).

20. Meet Polished Antique’s prized purebred Pekingese, the latest in a long line of esteemed show dogs. Her name is Priscilla Pearl (AKA PeePee), and she is the daughter of Jet Set’s dog William Warwick (AKA WeeWee). PeePee lives a very pampered life with only the most expensive dog food and most luxurious beds. But her whole lifestyle goes out the window when she finds anything even slightly edible on the ground, including literal garbage. Which is what Polly’s cooking looks and tastes like, but he doesn’t seem to realize that even when it sometimes sets the smoke alarms off. In his mind he’s just making his precious girl a special treat. And of course, her eager approval of such putrid sludge tells him absolutely nothing about the actual quality of his dishes.

21. While she doesn’t have a pet of her own, Luster Dawn has a pond behind her house that’s a popular attraction for ducks. When she’s not busy studying or spending time with Flurry, she likes to sit by the pond and meditate on its stillness during her breaks. When she’s lucky a duck will come by and accept her offering of corn and peas that she tosses into the water, and sometimes even a family! Seeing the little ducklings follow their parents reminds her of herself in a bygone era, but in a heartwarming way. She’s happy for them.

22. Following his family’s legacy, Bumblebee has healed many ponies and woodland creatures alike, but one case is extra special to him. One day he found an injured baby squirrel with no parents in sight and vowed to do whatever it took to nurse him back to health. He always tries to follow proper protocol to not hurt their chances of returning to their proper habitat, but he just couldn’t help but fall in love. He even gave the little critter a name, Theodore (AKA Teddy). The time eventually came to release Teddy back into the wild, despite how much it broke Bumble’s heart, but it only took Teddy a couple days to return and make it clear that he was staying. He wasn’t physically incapable of surviving alone, he just didn’t want to. Now he’s Bumblebee’s little companion and helper, and neither would have it any other way.

23. After her father died and it became clear that her family would be spending a lot more time at the rock farm, Limestone decided to buy a rooster for the place to keep everypony’s schedules on track (really because Applejack wanted a piece of Sweet Apple Acres there and she couldn’t say no). She named him Igneous as a homage to the late patriarch, even though this rooster is a lot more loud and boisterous than his namesake ever was. He technically belongs to the whole family, but aside from his parents, Mountain Peak is the one who enjoys interacting with him the most. He just needs to invest in some earplugs!

24. As if the universe didn’t hate Summer Beauty enough, it also made her allergic to literally every furry animal. Yes, even the hypoallergenic and hairless ones, it is possible. And she doesn’t particularly care for reptiles or fish so she hates that those are her only options if she doesn’t want to be sneezy or hopped up on allergy medicine all the time. Applejack (despite her own disappointment) tried giving Winona away to another branch of the Apple family when Summer was little and her allergies were first showing up. However, the filly was so utterly and despairingly beside herself that AJ realized Summer really would rather sacrifice her sinuses for her mental health. So Winona came back and now the family has another dog named Ryder, who Summer insists is “the only one around here who likes me anymore.” She loves him the most out of all her siblings and cries the hardest when he dies, and the allergies are only a small price to pay for his love.

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koolkat9 · 28 days

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Also, I always thought the song Heater by Little Car had CuCan vibes because the chorus is about one of the partners not liking cold weather 😂 which feels VERY Carlos to me

Rating: T

Pairing: CuCan

Word Count: 526

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Flurries

It was just a light sprinkle. Nothing more than a few grains of snow, like sugar, littered about the frozen ground. Though, at the same time, it was April, and Matthew had hoped all the snow would be behind them.

“I’m sorry,” Matthew muttered, handing Carlos a hot chocolate with a tower of whipped cream and marshmallows on top.

Carlos just laughed. “You can’t control the weather”

“Yes, but I should have just come to see you. That way, you wouldn’t be freezing.”

“I’m not freezing.”

Matthew jutted out his lip in an unimpressed look towards the pile of blankets that housed his boyfriend.

“And, it's an excuse to wear the cozy sweater you made me last Christmas,” Carlos added.

“Don’t lie to me. I get it. I can only take so much cold myself, and I’ve grown up in it.”

Carlos took a sip of his hot chocolate, only to let out a hiss as he burnt his tongue, smile finally falling. “Fine…I’m fucking freezing. I don’t know how you do it.”

Matthew just shrugged, before his eyes lit up and a smirk spread across his face. He pressed against the blanket mound.

Carlos quirked a brow. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing,” Matthew sing-songed. He ran his hand along the blanket. “Just thought of my favourite way to keep warm.”

“I’m already recovering from last night’s welcome. No.”

Matthew pouted. “I wasn’t implying sex. Though that’s always an option for later…”

Carlos gave him a shove.

“Okay, Okay,” Matthew giggled. “But really, I wasn’t implying that. I meant cuddling.” His face went serious for a moment. “Plus you have all the blankets, and I was not prepared for such cold weather in April. Let me in.”

Reluctantly, Carlos opened his fortress, cold air hitting him immediately, even with his woolen sweater lovingly crafted by Matthew. Matthew scrambled in, mindful of their hot chocolate, pressing himself against Carlos’s side as much as he could.

“Jeez Matt,” Carlos chuckled, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend, bringing the blankets with him. “Always a cuddle bug.”

Matthew rested his head on top of Carlos’s. “Since the moment I popped out of the ground,” Matthew sighed peacefully.

“And this is how you survive the cold?”

When someone was there, yes. But Matthew didn’t say that. He couldn’t dampen the mood like that. “Yes,” he simply said, “And you’re the warmest I’ve had.”

“I don’t feel very warm.”

“You radiate it to me, that’s why.”

Carlos cuddled into Matthew, kissing his shoulder before resting his head on it. “Well, you better be thankful then.”

“I am. I am thankful every day for you. And all you've done for me.”

“You going cheesy on me now?” Carlos laughed, though his cheeks were red.

Matthew huffed. “But it’s true.”

“I know, I know. But just be quiet, drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold, and before I combust.”

Matthew smiled softly, kissing Carlos's burning cheek. “Okay. Fine.”

Matthew snuggled into the blankets, making sure he and Carlos were properly covered. He’d have to leave eventually to prepare dinner and battle that chilled air. But for now, he would keep his lover warm.

#hetalia #cucan #hws canada #hws cuba #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing #hws #fanfiction prompts

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asmotheavatarofhorny · 1 year

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Chapter 1: And A Very Happy Birthday To You

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Wish Upon A Star is an Obey Me series where the player, AKA Yuki, is transported into the world of Obey Me on their 18th birthday.

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⚠️Warnings:

• OC (they’re very heavily based on MC with some creative liberties taken on my part, I just couldn’t bare to make an entire series using you/your pronouns, sorry)

• They/Them pronouns, no mention of physical gender/privates lmao

• Mentions of main character being 18

• Bad parental figures

• Isekai AU

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A/N: Hayy~ Idk what came over me but I suddenly had motivation after months of not having a single drop… Anyways, I’ve been working on birthday content for Asmo and will be posting several things for my darling tmrrw<3 Also, do you like the banner I made for this series? Idk if it’s bad or not, but I like it, so that must count for something, right? (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

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The young teen sat at their kitchen counter, smiling softly as they listened to their favorite characters sing their praises and happy birthday wishes. ‘Finally,’ they thought as they stuck a single candle into their chocolate cupcake with bright blue frosting. It wasn’t a fancy cupcake, just one they had bought for a few dollars from a local convenience store, but it meant the world.

Tonight, at exactly 12:00 AM, Yuki would blow out the candle and wish themselves a happy 18th birthday.

Today was the day Yuki would finally be rid of it all. They would finally be able to move out of the dump they called a home, or rather, their mother called a home. Yuki’s mother had never really been with them. They lived together sure, but they rarely saw each other. Yuki’s mother was unemployed and partied all night long on most nights. She depended solely on Yuki’s meager earnings from their job as a cashier at Burger Queen.

Yuki sighed and turned towards their phone, the dim light and soft music coming from the speakers brought a wave of comfort over them, pulling them back from their thoughts.

They glanced at the time quickly before lighting their candle and blowing it out, their light breath a soft whisper of hope amidst the ashes of heart break and betrayal the world Yuki lived in was littered with.

“I wish that I had a harem of demons, just like in Obey Me,” Yuki muttered under their breath, a sigh that was intended to be a small laugh but ended up coming out as a dejected moan escaping their lips.

In an act of desperation, Yuki pushed themself up and off of the barstool they were planted on, cupcake in tow, before unceremoniously tossing it into the open lidded trash can. ‘There goes my hopes and dreams,’ Yuki thought to themself before grabbing their device and trudging back to their room.

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“Lucifer,” a voice muttered, echoing through the large chamber where they stood.

“Hm,” the silver haired man hummed in acknowledgement.

“It’s their birthday today,” rang out the voice.

“I’m aware.”

A short silence overtook the two before Lucifer spoke again, “You don’t think this will be overwhelming for them, Diavolo?”

Lucifer heard a chuckle from the red haired demon, followed by the tapping of footsteps on the hard tile. “Worried about them, are you?” He asked, “How very unlike the Avatar of Pride.”

Lucifer hummed yet again, his voice bounced off the large hall in a low purr, “Humans are fickle creatures. I wouldn’t want to send them into shock,” he said bluntly.

“Of course. You’re not the only one who cares for them, you know?”

“Yes, I know.”

Diavolo smirked and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder before looking out onto the lake from the window they were stood in front of. “They say that a star falls every time a human makes a wish,” he started, and a bright light shot across the sky, illuminating the water and causing ripples to shine within it. It was so bright it could almost serve as the Devildom’s own personal sun. “The brighter it is, the stronger the human’s desire.”

Lucifer thought for a moment before turning to lock eyes with the red haired demon, “Why are you saying this?”

“Because that star was Yuki’s.”

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Yuki plopped down on their bed, their head resting briskly onto their pillow. They opened their phone yet again and were met with the soft purr of their favorite boy’s voice as the game loaded, and they let out a sigh of relief. The corners of their lips curled up into a smirk before they let themselves close their eyes.

Listening to the title music always made them so sleepy… And Lucifer’s voice certainly wasn’t helping. They held their phone to their chest, letting the soft tune lull them to sleep.

Beep Beep Beep

Yuki woke up with a start as their alarm blared right in their face. They quickly moved to shut it up, wiping the stream of stray drool from their chin before checking the time: 7:50 AM. Oh shit. They were late to school! Yuki jumped out of bed, scrambling to find some clothes to wear. They settled on a comfy oversized shirt and some baggy sweat pants. They really didn’t feel like dressing up today… Not that they ever did.

Yuki noted the bus pulling up at the stop across the road before they grabbed for their favorite ring, picked up their bag, and made off for the door.

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“Mammon! Get up dumbass, we’re gonna be late!” Shouted an exasperated sloth who always hitched a ride with his older brother since he was unable to take a drivers test for himself since he fell asleep every time, along with a certain glutton that rode with them as-well because Mammon never failed to have snacks nestled in between the seat cushions of his car.

“Okay, okay!” Mammon shouted through the loud pounding on his door. He picked up his DDD, glancing at the time: 7:50 AM. Shit.

Mammon scrambled to throw his uniform on, grumbling angrily as he struggled to get all the complicated buttons and straps settled comfortably on his body before he grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

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Yuki sighed as they sat down on the bus, close to the front so they didn’t have to deal with anyone unsavory. They always liked to grind Obey Me in the mornings, and it was hard when they had other people making fun of them for playing a silly dating game.

They tapped the screen idly, grinning at Lucifer’s grumbles about ‘not being a morning demon.’

They dragged an apple from the gift menu to give him, mirroring his soft smile upon receiving the treat.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?”

Yuki could feel a migraine coming on from the question. They really didn’t have the energy for this today.

“Uh, sure,” they answered, picking their bag up off the seat next to them and placing it on the floor before glancing back at their screen at the blushing Lucifer eagerly awaiting more pets and gifts. Yuki heard the shuffle of the other person sitting next to them, and they could feel unease plague their emotions as they felt themself being stared at.

“So, Lucifer’s your favorite?” The voice asked, effectively pulling Yuki out of their trance. Their eyes stayed fixed on Lucifer as the surprise guest ended, and they watched the screen fade back into the game’s Home Screen.

“Oh, uhm. I guess you could say that,” they answered, “I didn’t know anyone who went to this school played Obey Me.”

“Ah, my apologies. I don’t actually play the game myself, I just happen to know Lucifer personally.”

Yuki looked up, flabbergasted at the strange response. They locked eyes with the person and studied his brown eyes. That with his pale skin and white hair, mixed with the black vest and undershirt with a cream colored jacket to top everything off.

“Woah,” they muttered, almost inaudibly. “So you don’t play the game, and yet you’re still a cosplayer?” They remarked skeptically.

“Cosplayer? Oh, this,” the all too obvious Solomon ‘cosplayer’ hummed. “I hate to break it to you, but this isn’t a cosplay,” He grinned mischievously.

“Sure, sure. Man, you even have the poses down,” Yuki said, completely in awe of the detail on the ‘costume.’

Solomon glanced at his hand that Yuki was staring at which was in the air in a wave.

“Whenever Sol does that pose in game, I always think he wants a high-five,” Yuki giggled, looking back fondly on the memories of tapping Solomon’s hand lovingly.

“Sol? What a cute nickname. I have to say I’m honored to receive one from you, Yuki,” Solomon said with a smile.

“…Huh?” Yuki blinked at him before glancing outside of the bus for a moment, attempting to make sense of this situation. “Sorry, how do you know my name?”

Solomon chuckled lightly before answering, “It’s merely something I picked up in passing.”

“Oh. Okay…?” Yuki looked down at their phone screen again, noting Lucifer’s pouty face. ‘Are you neglecting me on purpose so I’ll pine for you?’ It read, and Yuki immediately felt bad for leaving him for so long. They tapped his shoulder softly and his pout turned into his normal resting face as he prattled on about Diavolo. ‘Typical,’ they thought.

“He’s rather cute on the little screen like that,” Solomon noted, “He looks so vulnerable standing there.”

‘Oh right, this guy’s still here,’ Yuki thought annoyedly.

“Mind if I tap him?” The sorcerer asked with a grin. Truth be told, Yuki didn’t really like other people to touch their stuff, but it was just one tap, right?

“Oh, uh.. Sure?” They answered.

Solomon reached over and lightly poked Lucifer on the shoulder, just as Yuki had done earlier.

Just as he had done that Lucifer’s head fell and his eyebrows furrowed, as he prattled on about how untrustworthy Solomon is.

Yuki held in a laugh at the message, glancing over at Solomon to see his reaction.

Classically, he looked rather taken aback, unsure what to think about it.

“Seems he isn’t very fond of you, huh?” Yuki laughed, and Solomon merely glared playfully at the teen.

‘Maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all…?’

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#help I’m bored lol #I’m in love with obey me isekais rn i stg #sigh…#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me series #obey me isekai #obey me fic #wish upon a star #pls give feedback #idk where im going with this #send help #btw I went with Yuki for a name bc MC is giving too much Y/N vibes for my taste #and also it’s the default name for MC #idfk I just liked it lol #anyways #asmotheavatarofhornytm

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angelic-writer · 2 years

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Full Circle

((Surprise sequel to Summer Camp! It also serves as a fix it to Vol.1.))

Nobody came for me.

Those words repeated in Mark’s mind as the thing outside his room continued to call out to him in a mockery of his friend’s voice.

“You need to open the door. Now.”

He shuddered. God, that thing had completely butchered his voice. His soothing, melodious voice...

“I am n-n-not going away-ay-ay-aaaaay....”

His hand tightened around his gun. Multiple bullet casings littered the bed and floor, a reminder of his useless fight against the being on the other side. It had one bullet left. He supposed he could use it to join him again...

“Please let me in, Mark...”

He put the gun to his head. The barrel was cold against his temple.

“I’m sorry for sca-a-a-a-aring you... Please let me i-i-i-i-in... I won’t hurt you... I promis-s-s-s-s-se....”

It killed Cesar. It killed the only person he swore to protect. And now, he’s all alone. Nobody was coming to help him. His mom, his dad, no one... His only solace was shown to be a lie. Who has been praying to all this time? He doesn’t want to know the answer.

What is life really worth when all he could do is join his best friend again?

He will finally be free...

He will finally be in his arms again.

He will finally hear him sing again.

He will finally be with him again.

I’m sorry, Sarah. Please don’t blame them for any of this.

I’m coming, Cesar.

He pulled the trigger.

He expected the pain to be over, but instead, he heard a click, like what happens when a gun was out of bullets.

But that’s impossible. The gun had one bullet. It should be enough to put him out of his misery. Why...? Why is it trying to keep him in this hell?!

“What do you want...?” Mark whimpered. He took a deep breath and then bellowed, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, YOU BASTARD?!”

There was nothing. No calls for him to open the door. No shadows under the gap. Did it finally leave...?

He then heard the tub running. Oh, I see. It wants me to off myself in another way.

That thought should scare him, but it’s oddly comforting to him now.

He got up off the bed, weakened by his lack of food and water. He felt dirty, the clothes he had been wearing for the past three days sticking to his body, making him itch. He started scratching himself, relieving the itches somewhat. His mouth felt gross. He hadn’t brushed his teeth for a few days either. He slowly walked to the door and unlocked it.

He expected the alternate to be outside his room like before, but there was nothing. It was only an empty hallway. He could still hear the tub running. As he made his way to the bathroom, he suddenly heard humming.

It was a familiar tune that Cesar would use to calm him down. It seemed that the alternate was trying to use that humming to lure him there. Mark didn’t care anymore. Cesar was dead so what’s the point?

As he finally made it to the bathroom, the water stopped running. He stepped inside.

He saw that the bathtub was full of water. The alternate was standing beside it, giving Mark a warm smile.

“Is this... my gift...?” He weakly asked.

The alternate nodded. “You can see him again if you want.”

“...Really?”

It nodded again. “I’ll keep you company the whole time.”

Mark was already taking off his hoodie, revealing his black T-shirt underneath. He took off his socks and his pants. He was left in his boxers and shirt now. He felt self-conscious about having his shirt off, especially when...

“Wow, Heathcliff looks pretty girly for his age. Is he really a guy? Or is he a girl?” Keith had asked Mark one day during lunch. He knew those kinds of questions made him uncomfortable.

“Well, I think he’s a really amazing guy!” Cesar said in defense of him.

He still remembered crying in joy over it.

He stepped into the tub, feeling how warm the water is. It was relaxing like when you go swimming in a heated pool. He sank into the water, closing his eyes as everything became muffled. Soon, he was completely submerged.

He held his breath for quite a while. He was surprised that he was able to train his lungs to hold his breath for that long. All that lifeguard training really did him good, although it did have a threshold.

His lungs began to burn after a bit, making him want to go up for air. But what’s the point of surfacing when he was already sinking?

He still remembered the time Cesar almost died in his arms and how he brought him back. He told himself if Cesar was ever in a position where Mark would save him again, he most certainly would. He had failed in saving Cesar from an alternate. He didn’t even know until it was too late. Now, he was going to see him again.

Despite his mind telling him that, his body was already moving on instinct, trying to get up to breathe, but the alternate held him down. He started to thrash around, trying to get out of its grip. He was already starting to regret his decision.

Please let go of me! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!!

I want to live!!

I want to live for Sarah!! For Cesar!!!

LET ME GO!!!

Despite his best efforts, the alternate’s grip never loosened. Even when Mark clawed at its arms, drawing blood, it still kept its tight grip. The alternate stared at him with its awful, toothy smile, clearly enjoying his misery. He finally let out the air from his lungs, allowing it to be replaced with water. The bubbles rose from his mouth and nose and his chest spasmed as he coughed and choked. Warm water rushed down his windpipe and entered his lungs, causing them to burn. The thrashing became more frantic, flinging water around and knocking the shampoo bottles off the shelves. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of him. Even when he had no air, he tried to scream. His nails dug into the alternate’s skin deeper, pretty sure he was hitting a vein as his friend’s facade continued to laugh at him. His vision began to grow dark. His spasms grew less and less. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as they started to close. His arms fell with a plop.

A calm feeling washed over him. Huh. Is this really what death is like? People always say that it’s scary and treat it like a threatening thing, but it was like an embrace, cold but inviting. Why was he trying to fight earlier? It was pointless, anyway... At least he’ll see Cesar again.

He’ll make sure to apologize to him in the afterlife.

As his vision faded, he saw the alternate continuing to smile down at him as he let go.

And now I’m finally free.

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“Mark?” Cesar called out into the dark hallway. Silence.

He slowly walked forward. “Mark, please answer me. I know you’re there...” His voice was quiet and had a slight waver. He didn’t hear anything. His stomach was tight as sweat dotted his skin. He hoped that thing didn’t get him.

His heart raced as he continued down the hallway. The air felt thick as he struggled to breathe. Something didn’t feel right.

He checked the bedroom. There were multiple bullet holes on the door as well as multiple bullet casings lying on the floor and bed. He winced. He could guess what happened in there. Oh Mark...

As he approached the bathroom, he noticed that the door was open. That’s weird. Why would the bathroom door be open? With slow steps, he approached the darkened room and peeked inside. He could feel the steam emanating from the room on his face, but what he saw made his whole body freeze.

There Mark Heathcliff was, floating in a bathtub full of water. His hair was spread out in the water in waves, almost covering his eyes. Drops of blood dotted the still bath and a few bottles were floating, creating a chaotic scenario. At first, Cesar didn’t move. He didn’t register what was happening in front of him other than his best friend is dead in the tub. He’s dead. He’s dead.

He could hear himself screaming as he rushed over and lifted him up. Water spilled out of the almost overflowing tub as he laid him down onto the cold, unforgiving bathroom tile. He was completely soaked, the seemingly never ending water dripping off of his body. His brown hair now stuck to his face as well as his clothes. He brushed his hair aside as he shouted “Mark! Mierda, Mark, can you hear me?! Please say something!!”

He could see that his eyes were half-lidded. His brown irises were rolled back, only showing the whites of his eyes. His skin was unnaturally pale and cold and his lips had turned a deep shade of blue.

Cesar continued to shake him over and over again, hoping to get a response. He didn’t get anything. His head just lulled to the side as water spilled out of his lips. He didn’t want to check. It would just confirm what he already knew. He was delaying the inevitable.

He pressed his fingers to Mark’s neck, praying for a pulse to be found, no matter how faint. But there was nothing. Only coldness greeted him.

That was enough to break him. He held Mark’s body close to him as he began to sob. He buried his face in his shoulder, refusing to believe that this was real. Julia was gone, his mother was gone and now Mark is gone. He didn’t get to him in time. The alternate won. They had taken everything from him.

Now Sarah would have to live without a brother to help her. She would have to live with the fact that she couldn’t save him. She would have to live with the guilt forever.

He would have to live without his friend to help him. He would have to live with the fact that he couldn’t save him. He would have to live with the guilt forever.

“Mark... Please wake up... Please stay with me...”

“I guess I’m gonna be alive for your 16th birthday. Lucky me.”

“Yeah. Very lucky…”

“Hey.” Cesar held his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna be fine. The doctor said I can leave tomorrow.”

“I’m not talking about that. I’m…” He took a deep breath. “I just can’t help but feel like I’m responsible for this. If I didn’t leave the chair, if I haven’t told stupid Keith to keep an eye on everyone, then you wouldn’t be here right now!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m still alive, aren’t I? And it’s all because of you. You took action. You didn’t give up.”

“T-That’s true…”

“And hey, look on the bright side. You’re gonna be pretty popular in Mandela county for quite a while. That’s like, news worthy stuff right there.”

“Heh, yeah. I-I guess you’re right.”

“Well, all I can say is… happy early birthday, Mark!”

Mark smiled and petted his hair. “Thanks. I can’t wait to see you next week.”

Cesar gritted his teeth. No. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it was supposed to end. He can’t let him go.

He laid him back down, tilted his head back, pinched his nose and began rescue breathing. He couldn’t help but notice how unnaturally cold Mark’s lips were. How long had he been in that water for? He didn’t want to know. He checked to see if his chest was rising. Sure enough, it was. It was a relieving sight to see.

Once he did that, he put his hands on Mark’s chest and started chest compressions. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5″ He began to count. Unlike Mark, he had not been CPR trained. He had no idea how long he was supposed to go on for, but he kept it up for Julia when she was... No, he mustn’t think about that. He had to think about the person beneath him. Already, water was gushing out of his mouth, causing the older boy to grimace. So much water...

“27, 28, 29, 30.” He blew two more breaths into his mouth. He was already beginning to get light-headed. Good god, this is awful... Mark, I’m so sorry...

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5- C’mon, Mark, breathe! Breathe for me! -10, 11, 12″ The water continued to come out of his friend’s mouth until it was only a trickle. There was so much that he inhaled or swallowed and Cesar already got it out, but why isn’t he breathing? He got the water out so why isn’t he breathing already?

He doesn’t have a heartbeat, you moron! You can drain his lungs, but he can’t function without a heartbeat!

He repeated the cycle for a few minutes with no luck. He was already feeling the crushing defeat in his chest. His mind was already telling him that he’s gone. He can’t save him now. But he pushed that thought back. He already failed Julia. He can’t fail Mark.

When he started compressions again, he pushed harder, causing his ribs to bend beneath his hands. The sensation made him feel sick, but he can’t stop now. If he did, everything would be over.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10″ God, when this is over, when you wake up, you need to get me CPR certified. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this for. “28, 29, 30.”

Two more breaths.

“C’mon, Mark. Stay with me. Please...”

Thirty more compressions and two more breaths. His body shook lifelessly beneath him, causing him to slowly lose his own emotional resolve. He hadn’t responded for over 5 minutes. It wasn’t that long, but for Cesar, it was an eternity. He didn’t exactly know how long Mark was in that tub for. For all he knew, he could already be too late. He tried to continue, but he was slowly losing strength.

Mark laid still on the floor, unmoving. No breathing. No heartbeat. It was useless. He was gone.

“.....No... Please....” He buried his face in Mark’s chest as he began to sob uncontrollably. He didn’t know what the fuck he was thinking, trying to bring a drowned corpse back. It was like trying to make Frankenstein without electricity.

“Mark, please... You gotta wake up... Please hold on...” He hiccuped as the tears continued to flow. He hoped for Mark to wake up right then and there. He would cough up water and open his eyes, looking at Cesar and be like “Well, that fucking sucked.”

Cesar would hug him, burying his face in his shoulder, telling him not to scare him like that. They would both get out of there, go to his house and all would be well. But sadly, it would not be like that. Mark was dead. He’s never gonna wake up.

Cesar quietly shut his eyes, fully accepting his friend’s death. The question now is... What was he gonna do for the funeral?

He was already thinking of a flower to bring to the service. A Forget-Me-Not. A flower symbolizing hope, remembrance and trust. It was perfect for him. Mark was a very hopeful person, keeping Cesar going and he trusted him enough to go to his house. In the end, though, that trust had gotten him killed. He held his hand tightly, feeling how cold and stiff it became. He wanted so desperately for that hand to still be warm, that against all odds, his best friend was still there, hanging on to life.

He remembered his smile, his comforting words, all the times they had spent together... All the times he spent with him when he was a child. Times that he’ll never get to spend with Mark again.

That loving, caring person will never be in his life again.

Something began to swell up in his chest. No. He will get to have more times with him. He won’t let it happen. Not again.

He put his hands on Mark’s chest and began pumping again. This time, he’s sure he’s pressing down deep enough to be about 5 cm. He may not be trained, but he has seen enough information about it in the camping booklets he and Mark had.

Suddenly, water began to spill out of Mark’s lips, causing his heart to leap. “Mark! That’s it. C’mon, spit it out. You can do it.” He continued compressing his chest, hoping to get a response. However, he didn’t get one. That didn’t stop him, though.

He gave him two more breaths and thirty more compressions, making sure not to give up on him this time. He won’t let something like this take down Mark. It had to be more than this to bring him down.

He felt obligated to bring him back. Mark had brought him back to life at summer camp before. He didn’t give up on him so why did he do it briefly? Why did his own selfishness almost cost him his friend’s life? He had wasted so much time thinking about a funeral he won’t get to have. Because he will get him back. He will bring his friend back.

“C’mon, Mark. You gotta breathe for me. C’mon... Stay with me.” He sealed his lips over his, breathing his life essence into him. He made sure his airway was open, allowing the air to fill up his lungs. He could hear a slight gurgle in his throat. That meant he was still there, right? He still has a chance.

As he continued, he could see Mark’s pale skin start to return to its normal color. That gave him a little bit of hope, but he started to think about the brain damage he suffered while he was stupidly mourning. He could’ve been brought back much sooner if he had not given up, but he did. Because of that, he could either be in a coma, be a vegetable or dead for real. He wanted to kick himself for that.

I’m sorry, Mark. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you in time. But I promise you, I’ll make it up to you when you wake up. We’ll go camping like we did before. We’ll try to make sweets in Julia’s honor. Fuck, we’ll even rent a small studio apartment together when we leave Mandela. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Wouldn’t that be nice, Mark?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of hopelessness, of absolute despair, Cesar felt Mark’s body jerk. A large amount of water sprayed out of his mouth as he started to cough loudly. Cesar immediately turned him onto his side and rubbed his back as Mark vomited out more water. He was sure a bit of foam was coming out.

“Hey hey hey hey, Mark, shh... It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe. Easy now... I got you.” More tears began to run down his face. This time, it was out of joy. He got him back. He finally did what Mark did one year ago.

Everything had come full circle.

His heart pounded in his chest, his fingers were tingling and his limbs felt like they were attached to extremely heavy weights. Mark wasn’t kidding when he said that CPR was exhausting.

His eyelids fluttered as he groaned. Cesar petted his hair as he whispered “It’s alright. I’ll get you help. You’re gonna be okay.”

“C-Ces...? Y-You’re alive...?”

“Of course I am. I was able to get out luckily and I had to go over to your house to check on you. I thought you were-”

Cesar was caught off guard by Mark hugging him, surprised by the sudden strength he showed. He buried his face in his shoulder, already sobbing.

“I’m sorry! I-I thought you were dead! I thought if I died, I would see you again!! I’m sorry I worried you!!”

Cesar hugged back and stroked his wet hair. “Hey, it’s alright. You didn’t know. You didn’t know I was still alive. Everything’s gonna be okay. We’re all gonna be okay.”

They stayed in their embrace for what felt like hours, Mark still crying into his shoulder and Cesar comforting him. That whole ordeal had completely sapped him of all his energy. But if his friend is alive, he didn’t care at all. Eventually, he could hear police sirens coming up to the house.

“Sheriff’s department. Open up!”

He felt himself start to smile. They came...

“W-Who’s that?” Mark asked.

“The police. Looks like they did come after all.”

Mark lightly chuckled and rested his head on Cesar’s shoulder, allowing himself to close his eyes. He took the time to look at his friend more closely. He could see that he had dark circles under his eyes and he looked dehydrated. “Oh god...” He muttered.

Soon, he could hear footsteps coming towards the bathroom. A light shined in his face. After blinking a bit, he could see that it was a man he knew too well.

Lieutenant Thatcher Davis.

“Oh good god, what happened?”

“Mark almost drowned. Luckily, I was able to get to him in time.” Cesar answered.

“Shit. Okay, I’m gonna call an ambulance.”

Cesar held Mark’s hand, feeling its warmth. Help will be here soon. Everything will be okay.

#the mandela catalogue #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #do not tag as ship #drowning tw #suicide tw #Again this is platonic. This is not romantic in any way.#angst #thatcher davis for only a brief moment

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gotatext · 11 months

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JUDE & ANGEL— DAY THIRTY-NINE.

location : kitchen

time : jude and angel talk about the hideaway. after jenny asks jude to be exclusive, he finds himself wondering if she’s too keen.

featuring : angel / @dobits

angel reid

"mmmmmorning," angel sing-songs, physically unable to remove the wide grin from his mouth as he strolls into the kitchen, bushy-tailed and bright eyed. he's still only in his undies, just made a quick stop at the pisser before seeking out judey. he affectionately scruffs the back of his neck as he walks past, trying to play it oh-so cool for as long as possible. "get good sleep?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude's in the kitchen, lovingly preparing a granola-yogurt smoothie situation for jenny and a fry up for him (plus an extra few sausages for when jenny inevitably wants one). he's still on a mission to make her a better smoothie than josh had, more out of pride now than any weird paranoia that that's still a thing, focused intently on the sizzle of his pan when angel slides in from behind (cheeky). "alright, mucker? so she took you to the hideaway, then?" jude asks, yet to turn and give angel his full attention. when he does, it's clear from the shit-eating grin on angel's face than they did more than just hash things out. "you dirty fucker." the spatula's already down, heat turned off as jude starts jumping across the kitchen to grab hold of angel's shoulders and make him jump with him. "you got some! second night in a row, bro, you're fuckin' coming for my crown!"

angel reid

there's no shot these two would react to getting laid on the outside as they do in the villa, and it's not helping angel beat the virgin allegations, but as far as he's concerned it's a rite of passage and precisely what he's expecting out of jude. "brooo," angel hypes in a fit of laughter, jumping along with him. his head hangs back in his chuckles, bit bashful. "i thought we were just gonna fight, honestly. like, we were both pretty pissed at each other, but -- dude, oh my god, there's a stripper pole in there." thumb jerks back over his shoulder, a general gesture to the hideaway. the meaning is clear - who can manage a fight in proximity to a pole? then his gaze floats over the counter, jude's morning spread littering the space and angel's mouth quirks with a knowing smile. "for wifey?" a little teasing, he pushes his shoulder into jude's chest. "you guys are really all cuffed up, huh?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“don’t even say that shit, man. i’m so jealous,” jude groans, returning to the hob to flip his eggs, tossing them up like it’s a pancake rather than a fry-up. “jenny’s been hankering for hideaway since the day we coupled up. i’m out here dreaming of the hideaway, bro.” they’re not exactly quiet in the bedroom, but the opportunity to be in a soundproof box stocked like a lovehoney warehouse? nice. “yeah, for wifey. although that shit’s kinda weird right now actually. you’re not gonna believe this right, but jenny kinda asked me to be exclusive.” jude turns off the heat, picks up the pan, and slides the contents of it onto his plate. “and i, like a fuckin’ dick, said no? or at least, not yet. i’m kicking myself about it now, but i feel like it’s the best choice. i don’t want her rushin’ that shit to distract me from the fact that she kissed victoria. that ain’t just a plaster you can slap on and make everything okay.” he’s pretty sure angel and callie are closed off, but it feels different with them, somehow. they haven’t had the same hurdles. “also, we’ve known each other, what, like, ten days? i like her a lot, but it feels a bit keen.”

angel reid

“i’m just glad i got in there before you two freaks,” he says affectionately. angel knows what jude and jenny get up to under the covers in a room full of people, he doesn’t wanna see the aftermath of them finally, truly alone. “not enough disinfectant in the world, my guy.” there’s a comedic pause as he watches jude arrange the plate. “— i thought i was wifey.” the pout is playful, is very aware that at the very least he’ll get jenny’s leftovers. then angel’s distracted by the absolute blindside of jenny wanting commitment. “i mean… you guys are already pretty exclusive, no?” spoken out the side of his mouth, like he’s trying not to say the quiet part out loud. “no, i mean, i feel you. you want it to be for the right reasons. i’m just like… well, i feel like jenny’s the kinda chick who would say it was distraction, but actually totally mean it low key.” plus it was just one silly little kiss on a first date, but he’s not gonna tell jude that, ever the loyal number two. instead he nods, cants his head. “yo, if you aren’t there yet, then honesty’s the best policy and you did good. but i think you should, like, consider the fact that jenny just wants you, dude.” a pause, he smacks jude’s arm with the back of his hand, a playful scowl wrinkling his features. “and ten days so isn’t too soon to wanna be exclusive with somebody, thanks.”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude’s already smirking, shaking his head with a low laugh in his throat. “mate, they’d have to fuckin’ blitz the place. disinfectant wouldn’t cut it, you’d need a baptism of fire on that shit. better yet, just knock the whole thing down and build a new one from scratch.” didn’t they do that with the villa each year anyway? or at least, the layout seemed to change year-on-year. this one’s definitely not the version siobhan made on the sims when she heard he was going to be going on the show, a goofy little sim of him that she said she’d use to recreate his journey. kinda fucked now he thinks about it, but makes sense given her whole medic with a god complex vibe. “man, family day can’t come soon enough. obviously, i want jenny to meet them, but i need you to meet ‘em, bro. my mum’s gonna end up as your second mum, fo sho.” at angel’s pout, jude leans in, catching his jaw in his hand and placing a deliberately curt kiss against his lips. “you are wifey. what the girls don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” jude plucks a sausage from his plate and swallows it in two bites, giving jenny’s smoothie another zhuzh in the blender before pouring it over some ice, two raspberries and a mint leaf. “looks like a dick, that,” he notes, with all the sincerity of david attenborough, serious crease between his brows. considering angel’s words, jude’s stomach curdles a little, feeling even more like he’s fucked up by tactlessly shooting her down. “yeah. yeah. we basically are exclusive. i dunno why i don’t want the label, it’s not like it makes a difference. i’m basically her boyfriend, bro. i think when we seal it off, though, i want it to be a moment i can show my nan, you get me? the big movie moment. can’t exactly show my nan a clip that borders on porno, now can i?”

#jude & angel.#jude & angel 009.

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Unbelievable but verified

this facial expression in this gif ahkbcjskn

Summary: The BAU's newest member comes prepared to join the team with a tiny crush on the man who wrote her three favorite thesis papers.

seasons like 1-2 and the reader is a new member who is a SUPER fan of Spencer’s published work and just fangirls when meeting him. Season 1 Spencer is all shy and super honored over it and the team is so shook that a really attractive girl is extremely interested in Reid. Anyways it’s super fluffy/romantic and they bond over their mutual likings. I just want baby Spencer to be fawned over 😩

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff !!)

Content Warning: a little mention of self doubt from baby Spencer

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist

The BAU was where Y/n always wanted to end up working. It was where she thought she could do the most good and where she could help the most people.

That was why, when there was an opportunity for Y/n to transfer to the BAU from the white-collar crime division, she took it. Her first day was filled with nerves, trying to pick the right outfit, making sure she had enough personal effects to look like she fit in, but not too many to ensure they didn't think she was childish. Her lattermost worry was alleviated when she was introduced to Penelope Garcia after Hotch greeted her at the top of the elevator.

Penelope insisted that Hotch left Y/n with her so the new agent could be shown around by 'the lady who knows the most.' The first part of the tour was Penelope's desk, littered with brightly colored toys that made Y/n feel less silly for bringing her glittery painted pens.

Once they were out in the corridor, she met Morgan. "Chocolate Thunder, this is-"

Morgan cut her off, flashing Y/n a bright smile as he shook her hand. "Y/n L/n." He finished the introduction himself, making her blush slightly. "I've heard excellent things."

"Derek will flirt with you," Penelope informed her. "Just ignore him." Y/n nodded at that with a giggle, feeling much more relaxed now that she'd met a few of them.

Morgan wrapped his arm around Penelope's shoulder. "Aww, baby girl, you'll always be my number one." He assured her.

The two of them were easy to talk to, standing together near Y/n's new desk. "Here come the other fabulous ladies of the BAU," Penelope said, waving to JJ and Elle, who had just walked through the big glass doors.

"Hi." Y/n introduced herself, shaking their hands with a smile. "I'm Y/n L/n."

Elle smiled back at her while they shook hands. "Elle Greenaway." Y/n already desperately wanted to be her friend. She oozed badass energy.

"Jennifer Jareau, but everyone calls me JJ." JJ introduced herself. "I'm the media liaison." Although she was petite, Y/n would bet she could shut down prying journalists with a single look.

Y/n nodded at that, repeating the names in her head as to not forget them. The last thing she wanted to do was mess up on her first day. They did seem to like her, as far as she could tell. She immediately felt like part of the team, sitting with them around her desk, as they asked her about herself and shared stories.

They'd only been talking for a few minutes before Gideon flung open the glass doors on a beeline to his office. "Gideon, this is the new agent. L/n." Morgan called out while he was walking up the stairs.

Briefly, Gideon turned to look at her, politely smiling as he walked. "Good to have you on the team." He called out, almost at his office door.

Y/n waited until he shut his office door before asking the question. "Is he always-" Before she could finish, they were all nodding.

"It's not personal," Elle added comfortingly, although Y/n didn't think it was.

"Pretty boy." Morgan sing-songed, drawing their attention away from Gideon's closed office door.

There he stood. Doctor Spencer Reid, the team member Y/n was most nervous about meeting, dressed in a light blue shirt, patterned tie, woolen cardigan with a brown leather satchel over his shoulder. His gaze was flicking between her, being someone he didn't know, and Morgan, who was most likely about to tease him-judging by his tone.

She hadn't expected him to be so handsome, not that she spent a lot of time thinking about him... because that would be weird. Maybe it was because the guys in her chemistry class at college weren't attractive. His brain, however, intrigued her more. She'd heard countless stories about the prodigy and all the things his mind was capable of. Even better, she felt as though she'd been invited to look around Spencer's mind. The lucky feeling that she knew an intimate part of his thinking, more fortunate due to the fact he had three PhDs to his name, each with an accompanying thesis paper for her to read cover to cover.

But his pronounced cheekbones, sharp jawline, button nose, straight pushed-back hair only made him more appealing and further piqued her interest. The beauty or brains debate did not apply to Spencer. There was no need to dispute which one was more important because he had both. And in spades.

Was it possible to fall in love with someone in a few seconds? Although, it wouldn't be a few seconds when she'd been reading his works for almost a decade.

Y/n was drawn back to reality by Morgan continuing what he was saying. "Coming in late because you got lucky last night?" He questioned with a smirk.

Spencer blushed, bright red, as he walked over to his desk, sitting his stuff down. "N-no."

"Leave him alone." Elle playfully stopped Morgan's teasing, hitting him on the shoulder. Protective over Spencer, Y/n noticed. "This is Y/n L/n, the new agent." She introduced them.

Spencer offered her a cute wave. "Hi." His voice was meek, but his smile looked genuine. "I'm Spencer Reid."

Y/n knew much more than that, but she wasn't about to declare herself a creepy, obsessive stalker. "Nice to meet you." She settled on.

There wasn't any more time to talk, much to her disappointment, before they got pulled away for a case. It was odd to see Spencer so shy when she knew how incredible his brain was. She would have understood but disliked if he was cocky, but she knew he wouldn't have people questioning his intelligence if he was a little more confident.

Infatuated would aptly explain how she felt about him. Charmed by everything about him. It made coming to work every day feel like a treat. The problem was, she wasn't sure Spencer even liked her as a colleague. She understood he was standoffish, but she felt she hadn't made a good impression.

The nagging question, ingrained in her brain for three months, was why she found herself cornering him in the kitchenette. It wasn't difficult to find a time to do it when the man drank about ten cups of coffee a day.

"Hey, um, I need to ask you something..." Y/n trailed off, resting against the countertop before shifting when she thought she looked gauche.

Spencer turned to her with a frown, holding his mug in his hand. "Oh?" She hated that she made him that nervous when all she wanted was wanted to be his friend.

"Did I, like, do something to upset you or... annoy you?" She asked, quickly following it up with another statement. "Not that you are under any obligation to be kind to me. I just wouldn't want to have irritated you." She could barely look at him, awkwardly playing with her fingers.

He was quickly shaking her head, providing a wave of reassurance. "N-no, I'm sorry I, uh, made you feel like that." He stated, adjusting his mug in his grip more than was necessary. "You hav-haven't done anything wrong."

"Are you sure?" Y/n asked, balancing on the fine line of being too pesky and doubtful of his assurance. Spencer nodded, his hair bouncing up and down as he did. She was about to turn back around to go to her desk when she thought of something else. Maybe it was her curiosity to get to know him in person, but it had her asking the question. "Do you know Doctor Gordon?"

Frowning, he moved his coffee cup slightly away from his lips. He felt startled when he heard the mention of what was apparently a mutual connection between them. "Yeah, he was a professor of mine at Cal-tec when I got my first doctorate. Why?"

"He taught my freshman-year statistics class at USC," Y/n answered, unable to stop her praise once it started. "I hated the course, but he would always tell us anecdotes about you." Spencer quickly went red. He never saw himself as the type of person someone would remember, but he'd left an impression on her. Someone as pretty, kind, witty, and clever as Y/n. Now he was standing there, listening to her ramble about how great he was, and he was struggling to believe it was real. "He was actually the reason why I started reading anything and everything that you wrote. I might have failed to learn anything about statistical inference, but I literally read your thesis before I went to bed every night."

Stunned, Spencer was. Totally astonished that she already knew who he was. He knew he didn't have normal fans, but Y/n wasn't odd in a psychopathic killer type of way. She was naturally the type of different other people strived for. "R-really?" He nervously stuttered out, blushing bright red.

"Sorry, that was so stalkerish." Y/n immediately felt ashamed about it, wanting nothing more than to travel back in time and stop herself from declaring her obsession with him. "I just- I really love how you write." Mental facepalm.

"No, it's not," Spencer replied a bit too quickly. "I'm, uh, fl-flattered, really. Thank you." Being noticed like that was something he usually wasn't comfortable about- the news articles about his accomplishments were always coupled with pictures of him awkwardly smiling- but when she did it, he couldn't help smiling.

Nodding, Y/n decided she better end the conversation before she had the urge to say something creepy. "I'm gonna, uh, go." She awkwardly said, even more awkwardly gesturing to her desk with her thumb. She couldn't believe how weird she was around him.

Spencer was left blinking forcefully, trying to determine whether what happened actually just happened. He wasn't sure how long he thought about it, but Morgan patting him on the shoulder pulled his attention from his racing thoughts.

"What did she say to have you blushing so much?" Morgan asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Spencer couldn't help but shyly smile as he replayed the conversation in his head. "She read my work." He replied, quickly realizing how weird it was to say aloud.

"L/n read some nerdy science papers?" He asked in just as much disbelief.

More prideful than he'd ever been, Spencer nodded. "That's what she said."

"So she's incredibly pretty, and she's read all of your geeky academic stuff?" Morgan rhetorically asked.

Spencer's heart sunk. He knew she was unmistakably pretty. The type of pretty he didn't know how someone who knew who he was could be. Her attractiveness, he found out while they worked cases, was matched by her intelligence. And now that he knew she was interested in him, he definitely felt more in love with her.

The problem was Morgan was interested in her. Having seen the way he charmed seemingly every woman, Spencer knew he stood no chance. He'd read enough about the better lives conventionally attractive people had. He didn't hate the player, but he really hated the game.

It was why Morgan's following statement almost made him spit out his coffee. "You're a lucky man."

Clearing his throat, Spencer tried to make sure the proper connection in his head had been made. "I-I'm a what?"

"She's obviously very into you," Morgan informed him, resting his weight against the counter as he looked at the newest member of the team. If Spencer was astounded Y/n was a fan, the latest information made his eyes pop out of his head. "Come on, she came over here to gush about you. Go ask her out." Morgan prompted him.

That was not something he wanted to do. Spencer was already blushing and feeling awkward talking about Y/n, if he had to talk to her, he wasn't sure what he would do.

So, he found himself shaking his head. "No, I c-can't."

"Just ask her to get a cup of coffee or something," Morgan suggested, immediately seeing Spencer needed more reassurance. "You've got lots in common, so talk to her about some of that weird sciency stuff, and you'll be fine."

Spencer gulped, not sure if he was going to be able to do it but agreeing nonetheless. Surely if she complimented him, she at least wanted to be friends.

It wasn't until they were returning to Quantico at 10 in the morning that he asked. The case wasn't as rough as usual, they'd all managed to sleep on the jet, and Hotch was letting them have the rest of the day off. It couldn't have been better circumstances, especially because she quoted one of the statistics he used in his chemistry thesis paper. At first, he thought it was an accident, but the small smile she flashed him told a different story.

"Y/n, w-wait!" Spencer called, all but sprinting after her as she made her way to the elevator. She turned to look at him with the same smile he'd grown addicted to. It made him feel warm and new. "Do you, um, m-maybe want to go get coffee?" He asked, quickly worrying it was too forward. "No pr-pressure though, if you don't want to or you, uh, had somewhere else to be."

Y/n nodded, the affirmation stopping Spencer's nervous readjustments of his satchel strap. "I'd love to."

"O-okay, cool. I know this good place nearby." Spencer shyly suggested, letting her get in the elevator first. He could feel himself rocking on his heels, but he couldn't stop it.

Thankfully, Y/n filled in the conversation, quickly asking him questions about his research. "I just have to know, how did you do the mathematical equation on the ninth page of your Engineering thesis?" She asked.

"You know the contents on each page?" Spencer asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue darting over his parted lips.

Bashfully, Y/n smiled at him, realizing she'd revealed the full extent of her knowledge about him. "Sorry, I know that's really weird." She cringed, hoping he wasn't about to go back to the BAU and tell her new friends that she was odd. "I don't have an eidetic memory or anything, but I've just read them a lot. Which, now that I'm telling you that, I can tell it's making you very uncomfortable." She hated that she'd made Spencer blush bright red again, mostly because she looked up to him for so long.

"No, it's not," Spencer assured her, seeing her get worried. "It's actually, uh... flattering." It took him a while to find the right word. "No one has ever thought about me that way." He admitted. It was nice, though, having someone like her recognize his achievements. Almost everyone was floored by them, complimenting him on his skill, but very few people had actually read what he'd written in order to acquire his PhDs.

Y/n's mouth dropped wide open. "Why not?" She asked, adding reason to her own question. "They should because you absolutely have a way with words." She informed him, physically unable to stop the gushing. "It's so easy to visualize what you're thinking. I've always found it like seeing the world your way, which is an awkward thing to be telling you."

"Thank you, really." Spencer knew there must have been something better to say, but that was all he could come up with.

"I can't stop now, so I'm just going to tell you this. Also, because you don't seem to be running away from me." Y/n awkwardly laughed before letting her final secret slip. Spencer nodded.

He was half listening but mostly wondering if she knew how beautiful she was. The way her eyes glistened as she talked like it was the most important thing in the world. She was captivating too: confident like she could talk to a room full of people, and they'd hang off every word. Most of all, he couldn't believe that out of everyone she could talk to, she chose to talk to him.

"You are actually, kind of, most definitely, the reason I did a chemistry degree." She admitted, biting her bottom lip. "I was undecided on my major. Professor Gordon talked about you and how you'd just finished your Chemistry doctorate." She recounted. "I read the thesis in one sitting that night and went to the dean the next day."

How he was even more stunned by her, he didn't know. "I, uh, don't know what to say." Spencer realized, far past blushing. Being the center of attention he'd grown to dislike-mostly because it usually meant people were laughing at him- but being the center of her attention made him melt.

"Sorry." Y/n apologized, trying to soften the forwardness with a smile. "I tend to overshare or, in this case, spill my deep dark secrets to my college crush."

With every word she spoke, he was less and less shocked. Still, the same warmth bubbled inside him. "Your co-college crush?" He repeated, unsure of if he'd made it up or not.

Shyly smiling, she nodded. "My friends teased me about it. You know, because I had no idea who you ever were." She could still remember the laughs the girls had over it, all in good faith, when they found the stack of printed paper dedicated to Spencer.

"I think it's cute," Spencer said without hesitation. It was the first thing that popped into his brain.

Maybe he was being bold because her behavior, something he trusted himself to accurately read, showed him she liked him. Somehow, someone he'd only known for mere months made him feel comfortable, safe, and treasured. She held all the power, yet she used it to make him feel adored. He was thoroughly convinced that people like her were what the world needed more of. Uplifters who made anyone feel like they were the most valued person in the world with just a smile.

It was Y/n who had filled him with enough confidence to ask her out. "Is there, uh, any chance you'd like t-to do this again... like as a date?" Spencer nervously asked, although he mostly believed she would agree.

Y/n was elated, but not just by his offer. By the fact he seemed to be acting like he was as wonderful as she'd known he was since she was 18. "Yes, please. I'd love that."

Spencer nodded, remembering the question she's asked when the conversation started. "I can show you how the equation works." He told her while taking out his notebook and pen. "It's pretty simple, really."

Y/n scoffed jokingly at him, moving to sit next to him, so her face was a few inches from his. She was so close that Spencer could smell every note in her perfume. "I doubt it, but I know you're good at explaining things."

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pinkykitten · 2 years

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“ cool for the summer ”

☆ ── pairing: jj maybank x fem! reader

☆ ── desc: order by @theobxbr jj’s reaction to the reader making a tiktok. it’s the tiktok trend “got your mind on my body and your body on my mind”

You had awoken with a ring to your doorbell. It was a sunny summers day. The sun rays were beaming through the shades, displayed on your face. You hadn’t made up your mind if it was the loud doorbell that woke you up or the light in your room. Either way you groaned as you rolled off the bed. Now they were knocking. “Alright, I’m almost to the door.” You shouted as you made your way around the red cups littered around your parents house. It was such a sweet deal having them on vacation. C’mon you couldn’t resist having a party. You opened the door and were greeted with the cool, surfer blondie. The JJ Maybank. The guy that made you want to become a mermaid and make him your prince. Also a bonus would be having a kingdom under the sea but that’s besides the point. “Jeesh JJ, who you trying to wake up? The dead?” “I knew you murdered people as your job,” he smirked. His dimples on his tan cheek becoming prominent. God this boy! He leaned his toned arms against the door frame as he bit his lip, “you do realize it’s 12 in the afternoon right?” You rolled your eyes. “Also, you got a package.” Your eyes darted to the package. Making sure it wasn’t your BTS keychains and wallets. You wanted to come out of the closet to JJ at a later time. You didn’t want him to think you were here simping for seven members of a sing group that you would give up your left kidney just to touch one of their locks of hair. Yeah, that’s not creepy at all. Thank God it wasn’t that though. Instead it was swimsuits you purchased a couple days ago. They were the latest in style and just so cute you couldn’t resist choosing them. “Ooooh fashion nova. Girl, who you tryin to impress?” JJ wiggled his eyebrows as he read the package. You snatched the package out of his hand. “Nobody but me.” You squealed. “I am so excited for these though.” “Well if you’re excited I’m double excited and need you to do a haul for me. Right this moment.” You playfully hit his chest and fake cried. “But bro I haven’t even shaved.” JJ saluted, “The wilderness must be explored. CACKAW!” You playfully smacked his chest again and laughed, “I was joking you creep. But okay let me show them to you.”

You showed JJ already 3 of them. He was your cheerleader. He was your hype man. He always made you feel sexy and beautiful. You were so happy to have a friend like him. There was only one last swimsuit. You saved the one you were awaiting on the most for last. You were so thrilled to show JJ and your other friends. You were starting to realize why the kook girls were always talking about the website. Staring in the mirror you pose as you think you look amazing. You feel so confident and are in love with your choice. You tiptoe outside to see if JJ is still waiting for you. He wasn’t sitting on the couch and you grinned. An idea popping in your head. “Well since he’s off doing who knows what, I’ll just do something in the meantime.” The dance challenge popped in your head. You were going to film the tiktok that everyone was doing. You knew you were going to ace it. Your phone was set up and you pressed play. ‘Got your mind on my body and your body on my mind’ The hand movement you studied from all the hours you watch tiktok. And then was the hips. You rolled them, feeling the rhythm within yourself. Your lips parted as you looked sultry and decadent. You looked like one of the models that the swimsuit was made for you. “Holy shit,” JJ choked on his coke. “Aaaah!” You grabbed your bathrobe and wrapped it around yourself. “First off, when the hell were you going to tell me you had a tiktok, and second oh my God y/n.” He looked you up and down and breathed a struggled breath. “That swimsuit is...” He was speechless. You unwrapped the bathrobe. “You like it?” You asked innocently. JJ ate you up. His eyes taking you all in. “I swear y/n, like,” he gulped. “How are you like even talking to me? Like,” he scratched his head. Spinning you as he held his hand out for you to take. “You need to wear this. You look incredible!” “Aww thanks, babes,” you kissed his cheek. “Can I ask you something though?” You giggled, “yes.” “Before I ask you on a date, can you do that dance again?”

notes: ahhhh im back guys! it feels good! and i love how i come back w one of my fav boys jj. i loved this request bc i love this dance on tiktok and this song like such obx vibes. i hope you guys liked it tho im a little rusty.

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #obx imagine #obx x reader #obx netflix #obx fic #outer banks #obx smut #.macaroons

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Royal siren erasermic family? They like adopt you after you hatch from an egg bc they found you or something idk and take you back to the castle and make you their little princess or something cute and fluffy like that.

YANDERE SIREN ERASERMIC FAMILY X BABY PRINCESS READER

Shinso was just out and about, swimming through some forbidden areas he wasn’t supposed to be in, avoiding sharks, when he found an iridescent little ball under some rubble of a shipwreck, it made his gills tingle at the sweet aura that it emmited, he knew, that this creature, was something to protect. It was up until he saw something moving inside that he thought it was just some ancient treasure that would’ve died with this ship, he examined it closer, squinting his eyes, that’s when he realized, it was a Siren. A baby one at that, usually they hatched out of boring white eggs, the royal family’s were gold, but a shiny color changing white that combated the finest of jewels? Never, this little pip was special, he could feel it.

So he brought it back home, through his “balcony window”, debating wether or not he should tell his parents. As you know, he was somewhere where he was not supposed to be, and they would throw a fit. Then again, whatever this thing was, he couldn’t just keep it to himself, something was living inside it, and he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, so he has too. When he did, it came as a suprise that his parents weren’t mad, they jsut kindof stared at the orb, inhaling the addictive scent it gave off, the three huddled around it, aizawa carefully picking the Small thing up, it was only about the size of a pumpkin, extremely easy to pick up, yet he could still feel the heartbeat of a creature inside, it just had to be one of the sirenfolk , there isn’t any other explanation. He stared at it in confusion, noticing the small cracks staring to form.

Then a little hand popped through, and scared the shit out of all of them.

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As it turned out, you were in fact a siren, a rare subtype of them, thought to have gone extinct long, long ago. The opal-looking scales that littered your arms and tail showed proof of it, this species were intensely more fragile, and weaker, that’s why they went extinct, as they couldn’t hear, and a small crabs pinch could cause major bone breaks, they were just too weak, yet so beautiful. That’s why they were coveted among the royal family. It only helped their growing obsession taht you were so cute.

It might’ve been an act of I’mpulse, but they just needed to have you as their own, of course, their word is law, so they could’ve just kept you, but they felt the need to make it official, they’d already had two pips, you’re just their third! It was simple, of course, you specific species could be born into sirenfolk families, it was just so rare that it had only happened once. You were just so cute, so fragile, just something so breakable, they just

H a d

To protect this tiny lil thing, it was instinctual to feel a protective pull over their little pups, and boy were they feeling that right now, you were special, not just any baby, but you were theirs. Their special little pup, nothing would ever lay a hand on you, ever. It had only be a few days, and word spreads through the underwater kingdom like a wave, from the servant maid who showed them how to take care of you, to the head maid, to a citizen, to the fisher, and eventually, by the end of the week, the whole kingdom was eagerly waiting to get a glimpse of their new princess.

And boy were they shocked to find out it was an opalite, the most rare of rare sirens in the world. Immediately after they had shown you to the world, sitting in a large clam as it was pulled by sharks, the citizens fell in love with you, maybe it was the fact that you were related to their beloved royals, maybe because the royal family would intensely glare at anyone who made negative comments, maybe it was the fact that a few of those people went missing, but who knows right?

You still hadn’t been able to open your eyes yet, and you won’t be able to hear them for a very long time, your hands were about the size of aizawas eye, and you looked closer to a fish than a human, as you hadn’t even developed your face yet, another plus to being the endangered species, note the sarcasm. And guess what? They found it so adorable, just their cute little baby, their little pup who can’t even protect themselves from the water around them. They just loved every part of your little body, from your tails, to your tiny little hands, to your shiny gills. It was all just so perfect- you were so perfect, and you were theirs, they were gonna protect you at all costs.

So of course they did, you were just so tiny right now, they knows practically anything could hurt you, so they opted to be around you all the time, only leaving to hunt for humans that would suffice for their tastes, drawling them in, determined because of that little smile of yours. You motivated them to do it, they were doing this for you. It have them all a sense of pride to have you feel safe with them, to rite them you. On their own terms.

Eri was constantly around you, being that she was a young one just like you, and you were her little sister! So she wanted to always be around while you made those echoing gurgling noises, or flapped your hands around in the water, she didn’t have responsibility in the kingdom yet, unless being cute is a job, so she can be with you jsut as much as she wants. Always sitting with you while you played with the floating pearls that they had arranged over your play area, watching you feel new things, holding you while you dozed off with adorable little bubbles, she always was with you.

Like now, she’s been with you all day, giving you little snacks, glaring at the guards at the door who always had their eyes on you… creeps. The sun was almost setting, and when you’re low down in the ocean it goes pitch black after a little while, and that’s when the jellyfish come out, tonight was one of the most special days out of the year in the northern oceans, the jellyfish festival, the one night a year when the rare white jellyfish would come out to say hi, leaving trails of shimmering sparkle behind them, painting the upper levels of the ocean a shiny silver. It just so happened that it occurred on your first birthday, a very small increment to sirens, as they live almost a billion years, but still a big accomplishment in their eyes. Look! Their little baby girl is turning one! How amazing!

“Do you see them hon? Look, they’re just starting to appear” Aizawa asked both you and eri calmly, swishing his hand through the salty water to pint at the new appearance of white and purple blobs, slowly flouncing their way overhead. Eri smiled up at it, her pointed teeth displayed in full view, her eyes shined at the view, not only of the huge jellyfish, but also at you, who was placed delicately in mics lap, sat up against his chest. Little bubbles escaped your mouth as you blew raspberries into the water, just making the family laugh.

“Mm-hmmm! Look! Look! How pretty! I wanna touch em! Can I touch em!” She yelled at her parents, excitedly pointing towards the jelly’s floating towards the surface, her hair floated behind her as she swished around, shinsho just chuckled, knowing that she eventually would try to touch them, and get zapped, again, like last year, and the year before, and the year before.

“No hon. Don’t do that to us again, you wanna wish your sister a happy birthday? She’s probably really exited!” Mic cheered, distracting his daughter from touching the jellyfish, yet again, meanwhile, you were happily bouncing up and down on his lap, enjoying the freedom of your arms, swishing them all over the place, grabbing the beads around your neck, jsut anything.

“But dad! Why not! It’s not like it’s hurt me or anything I’ll be fi-“ she begged, throwing her hands up in a small tempter tantrum, clearly forgetting her previous events of pain, and idiocy.

“No- nope no no, we aren’t doing this again, please honey, just please, remember last time, we had to clean up your wounds OUTSIDE-of water, you hate going to the surface remember? “

“Yeah but-“ she started speaking, but was soon cut off with a loud giggle, resonating through your lips, kindof rare for you, you hadn’t been very vocal outside of a few gurgles here and there, so it had each and every ones heads turning. That’s when they saw it, your beautiful eyes, shin sing in reflection to the jellyfish. Those beautiful little eyes of yours mesmerized all of them, a pitch black (for protection from the salt), with a shiny silver-like pupal, immediately after they opened, a burst of color filled your vision. You giggled and clapped your hands together with a small toothless smile, watching as the floaty creates went overhead, glittering with the light.

The absolutely gorgeous splash above was admired by the family form their own viewing post, the blues and whites combined to make a heavenly display. You could feel the cool sprinkles of light they emmited hitting your skin, smiling at the feeling, you splayed your hands out and flailed them against the water.

“Ohhhhhh- oh wow. Honey! Honey look! Her eyes opened! Look at taht! Aren’t you just so magical! Look at you, my little pup.” Mic smacked Aizawa over the chest multiple times, pointing at your clearly opened eyes, you just remained oblivious, staring up at all the new things around you, like.. everything! He turned you around to face him, letting you actually see his face for the first time, taking in the long yellow hair, the (also) black eyes, the ethereal face dotted with shiny yellow gills, him, you could see him!

“She’s developing smoothly, I’m glad. Awww, that’s pretty cute.” Aizawa replied to him, holding in his emotions, as soon as he met those new eyes of yours it’s like everything else disappeared, like the world itself didn’t exist, outside of him, and his fmaily. You took his breath away, or what you could call breath, so cute and innocent, such a small thing, that brings so much joy. Your little tail swished back and forth as you stared up at them happily, taking in the features of the people you’d learned to recognize by touch. Blowing raspberries out of your lips with a stream of bubbles.

“Awwwww! I’m gonna cry, she’s growing so fast! Soon she’ll be swimming in her own! In like 200 years! Too soon, way too soon. Comers baby- mm hmmm” mic spoke, knowing full well that even if he did cry, his tears would get sucked in by the ocean. He pulled you close, moving your head I’ve this shoulde is it would rest in the crook of his neck while he hugged you, eventually, the others joined in, eri practically flopping ontop (with careful regard for you of course).

They all stared at you, while you stared up at the “sky”, oblivious to their stares, to the ways they would growl at anyone who came close, to how they kept you from seeing anyone other than what they personally approve. After all, you are jsut their little pup, of course you wouldn’t notice! Their little pup… feels right to say that, it isn’t like you have any family waiting, they aren’t ever gonna come here.

And if they ever did?

Then, well, a few mermaids are going missing

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Thanks for requesting, this was fun to write!

Have a great day today! Goodbye.

#yandere aizawa #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasmic #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic family #yandere siren #yandere fantasy #yandere x child reader #yandere x reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #platonic obsession

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bullshxtvixen · 3 years

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Word Count: 5.1k

Song: Put It On Me - Matt Maeson

Warnings: 18+, Coercion(dubcon themes), size kink, cream pie, virginity kink, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, spanking, light choking, light assplay(I couldn’t help myself), dom!bokuto(he’s kind of an ass oops).

A/N: So uh, it’s finally here…My first fic in two months and i’m ngl, i’ve been dreading posting for so long, but i tried to give you guys something good for my return, so please let me know what you think and go easy on me, i’m a little rusty sksks. However, this is a gift for @thekraziesreside because she drew me them most amazing Kenma x Me icon and i needed to pay her back somehow!!

Shoutout to my amazing friends @deathcab4daddy, @dymphnasprose and @spicykzumeknma, who i’m sure are sick of beta reading this by now and having me freaking out about posting it. Thank you for all your grammar corrections that I will probably never learn from, I love you all

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“I-I’m a virgin.”

The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

The large hands that had been tracing the contours of your body stilled. You had to stop yourself from flinching when his intense golden stare shot to your face.

“What…” He let the word trail off, a well-practised mask of surprise coming into place on his features.

It was second nature to him now, letting his face morph into whatever expression he needed it to at a moments notice. No one ever suspected the friendly Ace of being anything other than a good guy, and really, he wasn’t a bad guy. No, he just relished in taking the innocence of unsuspecting women who easily fell into his trap.

Like you.

“I’m a virgin, Kou.” Even though you were straddling him, you still had to look up to meet his eyes.

With the tips of your ears burning, you moved to get off of his lap as if you could escape from your embarrassing confession. You couldn’t believe you’d openly admitted you were an inexperienced virgin to the guy you’d only just met a week ago. A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, and you’d quickly fallen for his ‘nice guy’ act.

You hadn’t even put a foot on the floor before you were pulled back and thrown into the pillows. The weight of Bokuto’s body was quick to settle on top of you, pressing you down into the plush mattress.

“What are y-” before you could finish your sentence, your wrists were pinned above your head, rendering your arms useless in his firm grip. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at his rough treatment, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp that fell from your lip. Turning your head to the side, you tried in vain to hide your flustered expression.

Bokuto felt his cock twitch in the grey sweats that hung low on his hips.

The innocent ones were always the most responsive. He fought off a grin as the thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away after telling me something like that?” He growled, warm breath ghosting over your face and across your neck. He watched with a glint in his eyes as you shivered under him.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Do you know what that means, little bird?”

Your heart raced at the nickname.

Could he make you sing for him?

Certain he could hear your heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird's wings in your chest, you silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The mortification you felt was palpable in the space between you.

Bokuto thought it was cute how bashful you were, so unsure and unwilling to show him your real feelings, even though your body told him everything he needed to know. Still, he’d have you voicing your innermost desires sooner or later- it was only a matter of time.

“Well?” He pressed, not allowing you to dwell on your thoughts any longer. He didn’t want to have to put in too much effort to break you.

Your voice was small and unsure when you answered him, eyes looking anywhere but his direction, “No.”

He was so close, closer than any man had ever been before. The proximity made it hard to think straight as the warmth of his body seeped into your bones, and his masculine scent invaded your senses.

It was almost stifling.

His tongue darted out, licking a wet strip up the side of your exposed neck before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. He felt you shiver beneath him before pulling back and watching a deep blush journey down to your chest. It was so pure...He couldn’t wait to be the one to defile your virtue.

Gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned your face until you had no option but to meet his simmering gaze.

Begrudgingly, you looked up at the man looming over you and found he was already observing your flustered expression. He stared so openly and without shame that you began to squirm under him.

Bokuto saw your blush deepen further and wondered what you’d look like when he eased his cock inside your virgin hole.

Would your eyes roll into the back of your head? Would your nails imbed themselves in his back? Or maybe you’d simply cry out in pain and pleasure as he ripped through your innocence?

All kinds of scenarios whirled around in his brain, sending his mind into overdrive.

Unconsciously, he ground the head of his cock against your clothed slit and was rewarded when he heard your sharp intake of breath.

Heat pooled in his groin.

It was such a pretty sound. He wanted more, and he didn’t need to feel the slick collecting in the crotch of your underwear to know your feelings mirrored his.

His smile was predatory as he answered.

“It means that I’ll be the first person to fill your tight little pussy up with cum. I’ll stretch your walls around my cock and pump you so full that it’ll be dripping out of you for days.”

The lewd words fell from his mouth with ease, and you found yourself shifting as your body all of a sudden became too warm as if the temperature in the room had spiked, but you knew it was his words alone that had caused your reaction.

You hated how easily he affected you.

“I bet you want me to corrupt your sweet little body, don’t you?” He already knew the answer.

Your body responded of its own accord, turning into putty beneath him. Your hips rolled against his as your back arched off the bed at the feeling of his cock nudging against your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened.

The grip on your wrists tightened. Bokuto took a few steadying breaths, struggling to hold himself back. You seemed so tiny and fragile as you lay beneath his brawny form, and he was scared he would break you if he gave in to his own desires too soon.

Maybe that’s what you wanted. The sadistic voice in the back of his mind purred.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice wavered as you answered him honestly. Doubt had begun to gnaw at your gut. Waiting didn’t seem like the worst idea- there was no rush, after all.

He closed his eyes for a split second to hide the annoyance that no doubt flickered through them. When he reopened them, he became the personification of a bird of prey, and you were his next meal.

Your mouth became dry as you lied entrapped by his stare.

“Come on, I can make you feel good.” As if he was digging his talons in to prevent your escape, he rolled his hips against yours once more, making sure that his cock rubbed firmly over your swelling clit. The side of his mouth quirked up when a tentative moan left your parted lips.

“That’s it, you like that, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, little bird?” another roll of his hips, and he watched the doubt dissolve away for now.

“Koutarou...please.” Your voice was small, uncertain as you begged.

You didn’t know what you were begging for, you just knew he could give it to you, whatever it was.

Golden eyes flashed at the way your voice was saturated with need. For a moment he thought that maybe you weren’t a virgin, but instead, a succubus, come to steal his soul.

He would let you.

The weight of his body left yours, and in seconds, you were stripped of all of your clothing, which was thrown haphazardly around the room. His soon followed.

Eager eyes drank in the sight of your naked body before him. Your skin was so beautiful and unmarred by another person, so enticing and begging for his touch. Soon you would be littered in his marks as he lay claim to your body, inside and out.

Growing self-conscious under his prolonged stare, you tried in vain to cover your most intimate parts.

“There’s no use trying to hide from me. I’m going to become well-acquainted with your body by the time I’m done with you.”

A gasp escaped your lips when his fingers reached down and ghosted over your folds. A groan left him when he felt just how wet you were.

“Well, looks like someone’s already dripping at the thought of being ruined by my cock- isn’t that cute?” Though his tone was mocking, his words still sent excitement trickling down your spine.

Spreading your lips, he circled a thick finger around your twitching entrance, smiling devilishly when you whined for him. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he witnessed your jaw go slack as he eased the first finger past the slick opening, surprised when he was met with little resistance.

Soon he was able to work himself knuckle-deep, and your walls fluttered around him in welcome.

Such a slutty pussy for someone so untouched.

“You’re so tight, baby. Your pussy’s sucking my finger in so nicely; I bet you’re going to feel amazing when I stuff my cock inside.”

You groaned as his fingers started to move within your previously untainted walls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling like you’d feared it would be- it was almost like a welcoming pressure had settled deep within you.

“Kou… more.”

A chuckle met your ears in line with his warm lips brushing against your pubic bone, “Your wish is my command.”

When the second finger was added, the discomfort became evident on your face. He didn’t pause his movements; instead, their pace increased as pain and pleasure fought for dominance at the apex of your thighs.

“That’s it, you can do it. The pain will stop soon,” At that moment he chose to curl his fingers and press them against the spongy spot deep within your sopping cunt. The pain dulled and was overshadowed by pleasure as he played with your body as if it were an instrument he was fine-tuning.

“Ah- fuck, I-” Your breathing accelerated as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to increase . Your hips started to buck up off the bed when his thumb joined his ministrations and began working tight circles against your clit. Sparks of excitement like nothing you’d felt before shot through your veins. Stringing thoughts together became almost impossible.

If this was what his fingers could do, you weren’t sure you’d be able to remain sane once his cock entered you.

“There it is,” he cooed, fingertips rubbing against the same spot, this time with a little more vigour, “God, you look so beautiful with my fingers inside you, you’re drenching them, baby.”

A thick fog came over your mind as they stroked and stretched your walls, creating a pressure in your abdomen that threatened to overflow at any second. It almost scared you, and yet, you couldn’t prevent your hips from desperately grinding down against his hand.

“More,” you cried, your breaths beginning to come out in pants.

The wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room as his hand became a blur between your thighs. The sound only added to your arousal.

When your legs began to quake, he lowered his head and added his mouth to the mix, suckling skillfully at your puffy clit. His lips were cool as they attached themselves to your heated skin, the difference in temperature causing a prolonged whine to leave you.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, his fingers working your insides, coiling, stroking and stretching until the pressure that had been steadily rising in your stomach finally exploded within your body. It erupted from your core, spreading through you like wildfire.

Your hands found hair, pulling and twisting the soft locks as you came hard around his fingers. He moaned at the flash of pain in his scalp- causing his own desire to heighten. Your walls pulsed as he continued to curl his fingers against your g-spot.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Kou, fuck, oh god, oh god!” Your cries of delight were music to Bokuto’s ears. It excited him so much that he couldn’t help but gently rut his hips into the mattress. His cock was painfully hard now, and precum leaked freely from his swelling tip. He needed to be inside you soon or he’d lose his mind.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and began to eagerly lap at them.

“Koutarou…That was....” Your brain was still riding its high, unable to give you an end to your sentence.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, “I told you I’d make you feel good. Now, before I fuck your brains out, why don’t you see how good you taste?”

The musky smell of your arousal filled your nostrils as he brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” It wasn’t a request.

At your hesitance, he quirked a brow, “I promise you taste amazing. Now, open.”

You obeyed, still riding the endorphin high he’d pulled from your body. Because of this, you didn’t even notice that he’d reached over and pressed record on his phone that was propped up on the nightstand. He’d made sure to angle it so the camera pointed directly at your face.

He found people were much more...compliant... if he had video footage he could use against them in the event that they changed their minds.

With a grin, he placed the two fingers he’d had knuckle deep in your cunt against your tongue.

The tart taste of your release was quick to spread over your tastebuds. His eyes darkened when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, lightly sucking on them until they were completely clean of your arousal.

It was so erotic that you found it hard to maintain eye contact.

He released a shaky breath before pulling his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” He teased, allowing one of his hands to come to rest next to your head while the other reached between your bodies. Taking his length in his hand, he watched a mix of anticipation and fear come over your features when you looked down.

Your audible gulp was heard in the silence that followed.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but this was beyond anything your mind had come up with. Even though you’d never had sex before, you knew he was big. His cock was thick and heavy where it hung between his legs. Veins ran along the sides of his shaft, the largest one snaking directly down the centre before splitting in two near the swollen head. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like having something so big inside your body.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Your voice wavered, doe-eyes shining with fear as they met his.

He acknowledged your fear with a condescending sneer, “Oh, little bird, you really think you have a choice?” he nodded towards the nightstand.

The blood in your veins turned icy, and your body began to tremble as you lay eyes on the phone, screen open and recording.

Breathing became difficult as panic rose in your chest. You’d been so naive. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“It’s been recording for the last couple of minutes. Now,” his rough fingers came to rest against the sides of your throat, squeezing lightly as he brought his face just inches from yours, “you can either behave, and this will feel amazing for both of us, or you can be a brat, and the only person this is going to be fun for is me. Not to mention, I’ll send the video around to every person you know, including your boss.”

At the mention of your boss, your whole body deflated. He had you right where he wanted you. While the thought of your friends and family seeing the video was mortifying, you couldn’t risk losing your job. Your virginity was a small price to pay to make sure the video stayed hidden.

Anger bloomed in your chest as you leered up at the spiky-haired man, but you had no fight in you. It was useless to even try.

“If I do this, you’ll make it go away?” You tried to make your voice sound confident, but it cracked at the end.

He couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face when he realised you were giving in, “Of course- no one else will ever see it.”

He watched the internal battle going on behind your mind before your eyes hardened.

“Fine, so be it. I’ll play your sick game.” You spat, what else did you have to lose?

Bokuto’s eyes widened when you reached down and removed his hand from his length before replacing it with your own. It was softer than you’d imagined, yet firm at the same time. Like steel encased in velvet.

“You like the feeling of my cock, baby? It’ll feel even better when I'm balls deep inside you. You’ll be my little slut and take it all like a good girl, won’t you?”

The man above you let out a rumbling moan from deep within his chest when your fingers flexed around him, head falling against your chest. Your wavering hands felt so small as they struggled to circle his impressive girth. It again reminded him of the size difference between the two of you.

Your eyes darted between him and the phone. He took the hint and reached over, turning the phone off and laying it flat against the nightstand.

He turned back to you with a smug smirk.

You wanted to slap the look right off his face, but violence would probably result in the video being circulated faster.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you dipped the head of the thick muscle between your folds. Your slick coated it instantly. Lining him up with your entrance, you waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, he saw the hatred burning in them. It made his cock throb in your palm.

When he pressed his hips forward, all at once, the air left your body as heat flooded your core.

Bokuto studied your face intently, drinking in the way your pupils dilated and your mouth dropped open into a silent moan. If he could burn one image into his mind, it was your face at that moment as he stole the last remnants of your innocence from you.

“Hng-fuck...it feels...s-so-” Your hands blindly grasped at his broad shoulders, seeking some kind of anchor as the burning feeling of his cock threatening to split you open sent your mind into a frenzy.

“So what, baby?” He cooed, body tense above you. “How does it feel? Come on, little bird, use your words.”

Nails dug into his shoulder blades as he worked himself into you. Hissing out a breath, he savoured the way your lower muscles clenched around his girth before relaxing, only to repeat the motion moments later, pulling him deeper into your heated sheath.

“So full. So so full, so fucking good.” You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. It was a fullness, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Every nerve in your body had come to life, and a familiar heat began to pool in your lower body once again. Bokuto’s control began to slip, and he soon realised he was trembling above you in an effort to hold back. Heat was surging through his own body, clouding his mind and bringing him closer to his climax. If he didn’t move soon...

“Ah, fuck, I need…” He couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence, his mind was lost to the beast you’d unleashed inside of him. With a harsh snap of his hips, he sheathed the rest of his cock inside your wet heat.

A scream ripped from your throat as your poor cunt was suddenly filled to the brim with the Ace’s cock. His hips lay flush against yours as he bottomed out inside you, the plush head of his length kissing your cervix. He stretched your body in such a sinful way that for a second, you forgot how to breathe.

Even though you never wanted anything to do with him and the thought of him being inside you made you feel sick, you couldn’t stop your body’s natural reaction to him.

On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing against his ass. You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, and in your lust-driven craze, you didn’t care. In fact, it was almost as if a switch had been flicked in your mind. All you knew was that you craved him.

“Shit, you’re choking my cock with that sweet little pussy. Fuck.”

“Koutarou...move. Please.” You panted, cutting him off, “I need you to move, now.”

The heels of your feet dug into his ass while you simultaneously rolled your hips into his. The movement sent flares of desire straight to your core.

Bokuto didn’t need to be told twice.

The first few of his thrusts were short and practised as if he was testing whether or not your body could handle him. When he was met with mewls and whimpers, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up his pace and slamming mercilessly into your greedy pussy.

The pressure you’d experienced before started to build once again, only this time it felt more intense, almost out of control as you writhed beneath him.

There were many ways you’d imagined losing your virginity; slow, soft, romantic sex with someone you’d known for years; gentle caresses and stolen kisses beneath a slither of moonlight as your lover whispered loving words into your ear.

This was nothing like that.

Bokuto’s thrusts were bruising, unforgiving, and the power behind each one jolted your entire body. He was animalistic as he fucked into you.

This wasn’t love-making. This was rough, hard fucking, and you found yourself growing intoxicated as you were forced to drink in every sensation he was pulling from you.

He’d been wrong before, you weren’t like the other girls at all. They’d all cried and begged for him to go easy. But you, you thrived on him using your body, even savoured the feeling of being fucked like a whore.

The realisation made his head spin. If you liked being fucked like a whore, he was happy to oblige.

A strangled cry echoed through the room when his teeth latched onto the sensitive skin of your nipple. His hot tongue swirled around the pebbled nub, sending bolts of desire splintering through you as the pressure inside you bubbled up and threatened to explode at any moment.

His mouth left you all too soon.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well. Who knew a virgin could be such a dirty little slut? I bet you’re loving this, being used like a cocksleeve.” The words left his mouth in a rush as if he’d forget them if he didn’t get them out fast enough.

Leaning back, he hooked his arms beneath your knees, still continuing his assault on your cunt. He couldn’t help but reach around and press a hand on your stomach. Desire stirred in his groin when he felt himself moving beneath his palm.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m practically in your stomach…” His words died off when he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Kou, I’m- fuck- I’m going to cum.”

No, he wouldn’t let you cum just yet, it was too soon. He knew if he drew it out much longer, you’d be too sore for another round, but he wanted- no, he needed- to test just how far he could corrupt you.

Without thinking, he leant over your body and allowed a string of his saliva to slowly drip from his mouth. It gave you enough time to move if it was too much for you.

You didn’t move. No, instead you eagerly stuck your tongue out and waited for his spit to drip onto it, like a puppy begging for a treat.

When you swallowed it with a smirk on your face, he finally lost all semblance of control.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened next, but next thing you knew, you were stomach-down on the bed.

“Wha-”

The sound of impact as Bokuto’s hand met the supple flesh of your ass rang in your ears. You barely had time to register the searing heat blooming across your rear before he brought his hand down again on the opposite side.

“Get that fucking ass in the air.”

Bringing your knees under you and sticking your ass out as much as you could, you waited for his next move as your orgasm began to dwindle.

Bokuto bit his lip as he watched you present yourself to him, puffy lips glistening in the dim light.

Gripping your hip with one hand, he used the other to give your ass a few slaps with his length before realigning himself with your entrance. You were so wet and stretched so well that with a harsh snap of his hips, his entire length was buried deep in you with no resistance.

“Fuck!” Your voice was hoarse as you cried out from being stuffed with his cock again.

The angle this new position set had his cock dragging along your walls, caressing them as he fucked into your heat. The new pace he set was brutal as he chased his own high.

Skin against skin became the only sound in the room as his weighty balls slapped against your clit- each time the coil in your stomach tightened.

Your body stiffened when you heard him spit, followed by the feel of moisture coming into contact at the top of your ass.

He’d been lost in his mind as he watched your puffy slit suck in his length, and when his eyes travelled up to the puckered hole just above, he couldn’t help himself.

“Don’t worry,” He spread the spit around your pucker with his thumb before gently applying pressure, “I’ll ruin this hole next time, little bird. But first, I want you to get an idea of just how good I can be to you.”

When his thumb slipped past the tight ring of muscle, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

A sense of euphoria settled deep within you as you lay there and let the Ace pound into you with reckless abandon.

Bokuto became drunk on the cries he was sure you didn’t even realise were falling from your mouth as drool pooled beneath your cheek and turned the bedsheets a darker shade.

It wouldn’t be long now. He could feel his balls tightening as heat spread through his body. Not to mention, your legs had started to quiver with the first signs of your release.

“You ready to come for me again, baby?” His hips never faltered from the harsh pace he’d set.

“I can’t...too much...fuck.”

He found it almost endearing that you thought you had a choice.

“Wrong answer.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck you any harder, but a last burst of energy had him pistoning his hips into you with such force that you had to reach above your head and press a shakey hand against the headboard to stop your body from jolting forward.

Your body couldn’t take much more stimulation and seconds later you cried out your release into the mattress.

Your first orgasm was nothing compared to the pure ecstasy you felt in those following moments as you came hard around the thick muscle still pumping into your aching walls.

Stars flashed across your vision as your toes curled, and your hands blindly clawed at the mattress. It was as if you’d been washed out to sea in an ocean of bliss, and you had no choice but to ride the waves crashing through you.

Bokuto’s thrust became sporadic until finally, his body went taut behind you, balls tightening as he emptied his seed into your spasming walls.

His cum was warm as it splashed against your cervix, staining every inch of your insides with the thick fluid.

White noise rang in your ears as your body rode out its chemical high.

Bokuto pulled his thumb and cock from your holes once his balls were empty. Once removed, your body collapsed to the side, exhausted.

Bokuto’s own energy was about to run out, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your twitching cunt. His cum had started to dribble out from between your swollen lips in a steady stream of white.

Instinct had him reaching out and pressing as much of it back into your body as he could. He ignored the weak cries that the action coaxed from your mouth as his fingers brushed against tender flesh.

He’d fucked you raw.

You’d be sore for days after this. Hell, a dull ache had settled in his own muscles.

With a groan, he used the last of his energy to scoop your thoroughly fucked body off the bed and carry you the short distance to the bathroom. Placing you gingerly down into the toilet seat, he only let go when he was sure you weren’t going to fall face-first onto the cold tile floor.

Grabbing a small cloth, he made quick work of rubbing the musky smell of sex from your body before jumping into the shower and ridding himself of the thin layer of sweat sticking to him. The warm water felt amazing against his skin, and suddenly, tiredness came over him. All of his limbs felt heavy as if weights had been attached to them. He’d definitely been rougher than he meant to- fucking never usually took this much out of him.

You’d been so lost in your after-sex daze that he almost jumped out of his skin when you finally spoke.

“So...When can we go again?” Your voice was far more lucid than he’d expected. It seemed in your daze you’d forgotten your hatred towards him. He knew some gentle persuasion was all it would take to unlock your inner animal.

Raising a brow, he turned to see a sly smile creep onto your face as you sat naked on his toilet.

You at least had the decency to blush at your request.

“I mean...that’s if you want to. Oh, and you’d better delete that video or I’ll rip your cock off and shove it down your throat.”

He thought you might just be a succubus after all.

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