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wandasfifthwife · 1 month

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(3) locker room ✩‧₊˚ competing series

hockey coach!wanda x fem!ex figure skater reader

tw: SMUT MDNI, r has a v&breasts, top wanda, bottom r, service dom!wanda, r is a bit needy, wanda absolutely goes feral once given the green light, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), wanda uses the shower head on r, sort of public sex (locker room shower), cum kink if you squint

a/n: not proofread. THE SMUT IS HERE LMAO. I was a bit too excited to write and publish this, I’ll come back and edit later. Anyways enjoy this filth.

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It was all a performance. Every shy touch pushing the narrative, cultivating confident hand placements. The hand on your shoulder would find itself on your waist, pulling you towards her.

The first time she kissed you she was nervous, her hands holding you close but still at a distance. Every one since then has been pushing you down a dangerous path. They all made you want more, you wanted to fall over the edge with her.

The desire was growing each day. When she kissed you goodnight. When she placed a hand on your inner thigh. When she ran her eyes over your body. It made your legs weak.

Earlier in the day, just as the sun was rising she had been at your apartment. It was an easy Saturday morning, resting in each other with the tv in the background. Light touches almost hovering over each other.

You felt like you were floating, goosebumps lining your body as her fingers drew chills.

She paid you no mind, whether intentional or not she was stirring your emotions. Her eyes were focused on the screen, an occasional whispered compliment on whatever the house designing show had to showcase. It was infuriating almost. Her lips would sometimes touch your neck, a gentle touch here and there. She had strung you up and left you there when she had to leave for an appointment.

You laid where you once were, unsure of what to do until her contact showed up on your phone. She sounded out of breath as she asked you to come to the arena. You clambered into your car, almost speeding down the roads.

You didn’t give much of a hint as to where she was, last thing mention on the phone was that she was in the gym. The problem was that it was empty save for one man on the stair climber. You passed by without a care, feet wondering into where the ground turned into tiles.

There were a multitude of lockers aligning the wall, which were all off except for one. One had a small sign, the red light giving away that it was occupied as opposed to the surrounding green LEDs.

You called out her name, walking towards the showers and not thinking to check behind you. There were enclosed spaces, each separated by a wall. You walked to one, feeling bored so you pull at the level until the water came pouring down. It was in way better condition than you originally assumed.

Wet footprints sounded behind you, slight nerves picking up in fear it might be another woman besides the one you came looking for. They were eased when she came into view, a towel in her hand.

“You got here quick. I was going to try and shower before,” she emphasizes her words by lifting her towel up. Your eyes follow the movement and how it extends her muscles.

You feel your heart pick up, the feeling she had started before coming back to life. You point behind you, nonsense coming from you, “I don’t mind waiting, I could take a shower as well. My water bill is expensive.”

“Okay,” she says and begins to set her stuff at the one right beside the one you were standing at. You shouldn’t be surprised, but you had wished she would make a move. That she would hint at wanting to join you, maybe showing interest in you sexually.

You breathe deep and undress where you are, closing the curtain just before doing so. You reach a hand out to set your clothes on an outside bench. The water was hot, the smoke rising and collecting on the surrounding black tiles. It was much nicer than the shower you had at home and it genuinely surprised you.

She realized before you, calling out and saying she had soap if you needed. Her tone was teasing, asking if you were here to take a dry shower. You called out for her to hand it to you. The curtain made its clinking sound, causing your heart to fall out of your chest. You flinch, freezing as you come face to face with her. Her completely clothed body contrasting yours.

Her eyes flicker between your face and bare skin. No words escape her, face neutral as she hands you the soap and leaves with a jerk to the curtain.

It made your heart jump out of your chest when a second later you hear her curse. She brushes past the curtains again, descending towards you. It was two steps before your back collides with the shower wall.

A protest is taken from you when her lips collide with yours. She spreads your hands out beside you, intertwining them and holding them. There’s a forceful pressure in how you’re held between her body and the wall behind you. A heat builds within you and around the two of you as you drown in each other.

Her lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, pulling a moan from you, “can’t resist, I can’t wait anymore.”

She slides your arms to wrap around her neck, “I need to hear you say you want this. I’ll drop everything if you’re not ready.”

You smile and nod as you vocalize your consent. She’s lifting your left leg with a hand dragging under your thigh and propping it on her waist.

“At any time you need to stop or you want to slow down, tell me please, okay?”

You mumble your confirmation, hands fiddling with her wet hair. She places gentle kisses down your body, starting under your jaw and trailing down towards your inner thigh.

Her attention is completely focused, eyes glazed over already. A whine is pulled from you the second her tongue is licking across your heart. She presses it harder onto your clit, morning when she feels you tug at her hair.

You have a hand in her hair, another pressing against your mouth. A hand on your hip holds you open, barely putting in any effort whenever your hips twitch or try and close around her head.

“You’re so pretty,” she mumbles into you.

She slides the first finger in, a shameful whine coming out from behind your hand. The water falls behind you two, the heat and pressure below pressure you to breathe deep.

When she feels you’re ready, she begins to fit another finger in. She doesn’t miss how you shiver when she angles her fingers.

“Like that, sweet thing?”

A string of yeses fill the room, your tone breathy and sweet. She’s driving them in harder, directing them right at the spot that has your legs quivering.

Her tongue presses against your clit, building pleasure between your legs. You whimper at the sudden bite to your inner thigh. It was then that she decided to slide a third finger.

“Wanda,” you breathe out, back arching to chase after what she had been building.

Her fingers twist, trusting against your upper wall just as she sucks on your thigh.

“Oh my—please.”

You’re tugging at her hair, gasps and incoherent mumbles tumbling out from your lips.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” she sucks at your clit, grinning at how your body reacts, “gonna come?”

Too much time passes and she’s impatient. Wanda thrusts her fingers in harder, a complete contrast of how gentle her voice sounds.

“Love. Are you close?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of doing so.“

With a final kiss to your clit you’re sent over the edge. You grip at the tile, nails digging into the grooves. Wanda removes her fingers instantly, almost frantic as she brings her mouth to your heat. She soaks up every shiver, tongue swiping until all she can taste is herself.

You mumble her name, “kiss me.”

She’s shooting up, meeting you halfway. A muffle moan sounding from her as soon as you do.

“Mm,” you smile into her lips, “you taste good.”

“It drives me crazy,” she admits and pulls you back into a passionate kiss. A hand comes and strokes at your back, calming you down. It was when you felt your mind begin to clear, the effects of the orgasm fading away when she had started biting around your neck.

“If you continue like that,” you begin, stopping to gasp when she actually bites on your shoulder.

“Or what,” she questions, her eyes look at to the shower head with a shit-eating smile. You follow where she looked and jerk her head back by her hair.

“Every minute I spend with you I swear you just want me to believe you’re a total goof.”

“Is pleasing my girlfriend so bad?

“That’s a shower head.”

“So? Give me a chance,” she gives the worst puppy dog eyes, and yet you still can’t turn her down.

Her hands pull it off of the holder, the smile never leaving her face. Your emotions were apparent on your face. She laughs and kisses you sweetly, “it won’t hurt if that’s what you’re expecting.”

“I don’t think that, I just think you’re crazy sometimes.”

She hums, ignoring you and opening your legs. The water pressure feels like you’re grinding down on a pillow.

“You make the cutest faces,” she murmurs quietly to herself. She tilts her wrist for it to angle just below your clit. The action has your nails tearing into her back.

“Feel good, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine, head falling onto her shoulder, “keep it there, please, please.”

She shushes you, repeating how she’s going to take care of you. She changes the setting, eyes steady on you and each reaction she pulls from you.

“Gonna come already?”

“Keep it there,” you move your head to kiss her chin, “please Wanda.”

“I will,” she whispers, “I will.”

When she realizes you’re coming, she’s hanging the shower head back to not overstimulate you. You’re coming down your high, breathing deep into the space you’ve created between you and her.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t help myself.”

You laugh breathlessly, head tilting back as she kissing around your chest and neck.

The sound filling her heart with joy. You stay cooped in each other’s hold, feeling comfortable not saying anything for a few minutes.

“Was it okay?”

“It was wonderful,” you kiss her nose, “thank you. I feel bad, you haven’t gotten off.”

“You don’t have to, watching you was enough.”

You push her back and stare at her, “did you really come from watching me?”

She pinches under your breasts, “no. I just got myself off when I was eating you out earlier. I wasn’t lying, seeing you come is enough.”

“Speaking of,” wanda grabs at your waist, “do you want to come again?”

You smack her hands away, a warning that if she doesn’t actually shower, you’ll shoo her off to another shower. She does so well for the first part, enjoying herself and being with you.

It was sweet how she checked in, hands gentle washing the soap into your hair. It was when she had to start washing your body that she became suspicious. What set you her was how she was taking too long to wash your breast.

She had stood behind you, hands running down the front of your body while she breathed deep into your ear about how she wanted to take you while someone was in a shower beside you. You realized then that your warning was fake. She too realized, another playful smile finding its way onto her face as she felt your body melt into hers again.

The water had become cold by the two of you came back to reality and finish “showering.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months

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I wanna give this man some cuddles and kisses.

The things that popped into your mind when thinking about Ken were words and things such as; golden, a warm blanket, a gentle breeze, heartfelt laughter, denim shirt and jeans combo outfits, a cozy fireplace, breakfasts in bed, so on and so forth but as you sat down at table with plans of making Ken a scrapbook of your transitioning relationship from friends to romantic partners.

your mind went completely blank when it became time to executing your idea.

So much so that you didn’t notice Ken coming into the room with the intent of spending some quality time, whilst you on the other hand were growing increasingly frustrated with arranging and then rearranging the placements of the pictures and mementos Ken had gotten for you, that when he spoke, ‘hey y/n, whatcha doing?’ you were almost send flying out of your chair hadn’t Ken have his placed welcomely on your shoulder to prevent you from doing so. ‘Jeez Ken, you had me scared out of my wits there.’ You exclaimed, placing a hand over your chest before recovering from the little fright to show the blonde what you were attempting to work on, shifting the scrapbook with the mementos and photos scattered across the blank pages closer to him. ‘I was just working on a little something for you-‘

‘For me?!’ This time Ken was the one to exclaim, his captivating eyes became so bright and so full of raw emotions that you often forget that back home, Ken was merely an accessory to Barbie and thus, he was never given so much as a second thought because why have him when there was Barbie? So to him, your little scrapbook project must’ve been the biggest gesture of outword affection anyone has ever given him…well ever…and to comprehend that as his day to day reality broke your heart. ‘You made all this,’ Ken gestured towards the scrapbook before pointing at himself, ‘for me?’

Ken was silent and for a minute you thought something was wrong but before you could say anything, Ken spoke up once more but this time it was a little more sombre, more emotional as he looked at you with slightly teary eyes. ‘No one’s ever done this for me before…no one has ever done anything this nice for me before…’ Upon the first few tears to cascade down his cheeks, you were immediately on your feet, holding him tightly to your chest, and as you felt him clasp onto you as though you’d dissolve if he let up. You felt tears on your shirt that went right through to your skin. ‘Oh Ken, of course I’m making a scrapbook for you.’ You told him softly, careening your fingers through his hair as he continued to cry into your shoulder; Not that you minded because you’d rather have him cry into your shirt until it was soaked then ever have him think that he should repress his thoughts and feelings. ever.

‘Why?’ He asked weakly. ‘I haven’t done anything cool or totally awesome to garner your attention lately.’

‘You never have to go to such extremes just to impress me Ken, you wanna know why that is?’ You asked but before he could answer you continued, ‘because I love you for being your natural self, for being Ken. And I don’t ever want you to feel as though that when you aren’t doing something to impress me constantly, I’d loose interest because that’s not true. Not even a little.’ You pulled away slightly, in despite on his whines and strengthening grip, in order to look into his pretty eyes that looked back at you, desperate and lost. ‘I’ll always love you even if we’re just sitting on the couch doing nothing, I’ll love you even if we’re in the kitchen baking together, that is until we decide to make it into a war zone by staring a food fight.’ You both laughed at the memory where your entire kitchen looked a tight mess from the flower and a plethora of things that were thrown whilst trying to make a batch of cupcakes.

‘What I’m trying to get at is,’ you rested your forehead against his, ‘I’ll never need you to impress me because I will always love my Ken for who he is, and that’s being his goofy but unbelievably beautiful self.’ You whispered to him before pecking him on the lips. ‘Now what do you say in helping me with this scrapbook? I could use your assistance.’ Not once had you ever seen Ken move so fast in pulling himself away from you, just so he could pull up himself a seat beside yours in front of the scrapbook before looking back at you with determination and a smile.

‘Let’s do this.’ He said and you couldn’t help but smile as you sat down next to him to run him through your original idea; Needless to say scrapbooking soon became a joint venture for the two of you.

#barbie #barbie imagine #barbie imagines #ken x reader #ken x you #Ken x y/n #Ken imagines #Ken imagine #Ken fluff

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shoyoist · 1 year

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any thoughts on which blue lock men would absolutely be one of the best fathers out there? <33

ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒

content: fluff. f!reader. marriage. mentions of pregnancy, child birth. an: sobbing they are all such sweet dads nonnie it was so hard to choose </3 gave us four best dads in no particular order because i could not rank them if i tried.

featuring: kunigami rensuke, mikage reo, isagi yoichi, oliver aiku.

° 𐐒𐐚 . kunigami rensuke!

he's a caring father. a little over protective, and a little confused — but he works hard to be a good husband and a good father to your kids, and that makes him perfect<3

he's the perfect man to have as your husband & as the father of your kids. chivalrous, a total sweetheart, doesn't get swayed easily, somewhat stubborn and oh, so loving. he's patient and caring and always available during your pregnancy, and he remains steadfast with those traits when the kids do get here.

he's way more into planning the baby's rooms than you are, honestly. stresses so much over the little details — wallpapers, curtains, sheets and number of pillows, exact furniture placements, everything.

he drives your baby girl and boy to school every single day, steals your duty of fixing their bentos for them, loves braiding your little girl's hair, and cries ("rensuke, are you crying?" "n—no, i'm just feeling a little emotional, a'right?") about how one day they'll be all grown up and people of their own.

none of the blue lock men EVER miss a sports meet, that's for sure — but kunigami? he helped the school arrange it. none of those boring lemon-on-a-spoon games. he pushes the school to replace the regular games with football related ones. a dribble race. the baton in the baton relay is replaced by a football.

one teacher makes the mistake of telling him "but sir, these are football games. what about the girls?" he gave them a whole lecture on how little girls can play and be interested in football just as much as little boys.

his enthusiasm is masked by his gruff exterior, and often it's just you that's left to placate him when your baby girl and boy get tired of listening to their dad explaining football rules and positions to them over and over again.

"rensuke," you hum, walking over to share the seat with him when he flops onto the sofa in defeat. "don't look so down, honey. they're only five and six years old. they just don't have the attention span."

"just wish i knew more ways to spend time with them." he confesses, running a hand through the spikes of his orange hair. "football's all i cared for when i was a kid, y'know? so i'm not sure what else to do."

he's so sweet :( and he feels better right away too, when you kiss his forehead and tell him he could take them to the aquarium next weekend. "they've been dying to go see the penguins."

"really?" he mutters, that contemplative frown that you've gotten so used to seeing and fallen in love with creasing his brows. "hmm, i'll see if i can take the day off."

° 𐐒𐐚 . mikage reo!

he's the fun dad. the life of the party even in the family. he starts off a little rocky, but after that he's so very supportive, lifting his son up into the light and paving the way for his future with everything he's got.

reo didn't have exactly the best relationship with his parents. it was great when he was a kid, but as he grew up and became a man of his own, his dreams and the dreams his parents set for him became obviously separated from eachother — which ended with him getting estranged from them himself.

which might lead one to believe that he would avoid doing that with his own child at all costs — but for reo, it was a shock at first when he realized his son had no interest in football.

"he's into art." you stroke his hair, letting him lay in your lap and mourn the loss of his personal father/son dreams. "he wants to paint, baby. look at him. only five years old and he's already so good at it."

"maybe he'll get bored of it in a few years." reo muses, rolling over in your lap to press his face into your stomach. "maybe he'll get into football later."

"reo." you say his name sternly. "don't push your own dreams onto your son." it's a simple reprimand, but it hits reo hard. he fixes his mindset instantly after that.

he's ready to bribe Tokyo's best art schools to let his son enroll in — but with the amount of top quality supplies, world class teachers and expensive classes reo has made available for his little artist son, he gets in without a hitch.

he takes so much pride and joy in knowing that his son is an art prodigy — showers him with gifts and praise, takes front row seats at every award ceremony, takes him out on celebratory dinners, and he pays for everything.

he'd also find it incredibly funny to buy his son art-related gag gifts, pretending he's innocent and doesn't realize what he's doing. "mom, can you tell dad to quit buying me the cheesy aprons." your son complains to you, showing you the OOPS! DRANK FROM MY PAINT CUP AGAIN! apron that reo had bought him online.

you don't tell reo to quit, though. you're just glad your husband has a happy, healthy relationship with his son.

° 𐐒𐐚 . isagi yoichi!

he serves as the closest and wisest mentor for his kids. he's a little nervous about his duties sometimes, but any time his children need someone to lean on, he's there. and he's there for you, too.

isagi knows what it's like to be average. he knows what it's like to dream. and he also knows what it's like to work hard, hone himself and make those dreams come true.

when the doctor tells you both that you're going to have a child — and when the doctor confirms that it's a boy — the first thing isagi does, is teach himself that your child is going to be a separate person from him, that will have separate interests and dreams of his own.

he's fully prepared to love and support his son in every way, no matter how alike or different he turns out to be from isagi himself. takes a lot of time off for you, especially during the later months of your pregnancy. he's so antsy too, always half-awake and jerking up every time you cough or mutter in your sleep.

checks on you so many times throughout the night that it gets in the way of your sleep and irritates the fuck out of you. he's just doing his best :(

and when the baby gets here, he's so on board with making sure you get enough rest and continue to get enough to eat.

scoops your baby boy up from your arms as soon as he's done feeding and takes him to the living room, telling you to make yourself comfortable in bed and take a nap. hours later, you wake up and head downstairs to see him sitting on the sofa, dozing off with the baby swaddled in his arms.

gets super nervous at parent meets but he attends each one. listens carefully to the teachers' feedback and scolds his son as due — but so gently, in such a reassuring tone that it's impossible to throw a tantrum or get upset with him. he's a real nice dad <3

and he's so lucky both his sons (because you get another little boy two years after the first) are into football. he coaches the school teams sometimes, coming over to give pep talks and offer tips before important games.

tells his boys to stay humble no matter what the outcome, but secretly takes so much pride with each goal they score<3

° 𐐒𐐚 . oliver aiku!

he's his daughter's daddy. his happiness comes in tow with yours and your daughter's happiness. you're both the lights of his life. people say oliver was tamed when he met you — and softened when you both had your little girl. and in a way, it's true.

(dilf dilf dilf dilf) loved showing you off when you were pregnant, and he loves showing of his baby girl to literally the whole world. buys you and your daughter the prettiest matching dresses, and brings you along to every event he attends.

"meet my girls," he says, shaking the host's hand firmly, giving the man a proud smirk as he puts an arm around your waist and brings you closer. "this is my wife, and our daughter."

"everyone knows, oliver." you roll your eyes, picking your daughter up and pressing her to your chest. she clutches the neck of your dress and buries her little head into your neck, tired already of the crowd, the noise and the flashing lights. "what do they know?" he grins, pinching your cheek in response to your eye-roll.

"that i'm your wife and she's our kid." you answer, letting him lead you to the seats reserved for the aikus. "i'm sure you've introduced us at least five times already. they'd know — if the news about our wedding and our baby weren't enough."

"hey, but isn't it fun?" he leans in and kisses your cheek — you just know people are snapping up pictures. tomorrow morning, your friends will send you the latest headlines: mr. oliver aiku is such a romantic!

"hmph," you huff, because it's true, he is a romantic. a show off, but a romantic one nonetheless.

spoils your daughter thoroughly — buying her dolls, pretty clothes, the trendiest school bags, cute shoes, whatever she asks for. and he always pulls up at the school gates in his most expensive car when it's time to pick your daughter up from school.

"you're gonna give her a big head if you keep spoiling her like that, oliver." you sigh, when he comes home with yet another dollhouse set for her. "she's my little princess." he shrugs, smiling nonchalantly as you cross your arms over your chest. "and a little ego never hurt anyone — mhm?"

walking over to you, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss, whispering in your ear, "and it's not like i spoil you any less, is it?"

#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™.#₊˚ପ⊹ IMERA.#blue lock fluff #kunigami fluff #reo fluff #oliver fluff #isagi fluff #kunigami rensuke fluff #mikage reo fluff #oliver aiku fluff #isagi yoichi fluff #kunigami x reader #reo x reader #oliver x reader #isagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 8 days

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Could you make fluffy headcanons for Lo’ak? Babie deserves some luv 🥹

YES!! I need more asks for lo’ak bc I love writing for my man😩

Warnings~ some suggestive themes, but other than that none! Just fluff<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

🎀 ~ babyboy actually adores you sm:( he’s such a little lovesick puppy it’s so cute

🎀~ like, one time you had to go away for a hunting trip, and the second you got back home he was practically glued to you. Telling you how much he missed you and how much he loved you:(

🎀~ loves when you play with his hair, or when you braid it (and ofc he does the same to u)

🎀~ ik we ALLL know it, but he’s such a “my love/ma tìyawn” , “ma” , “mama” “mamas”, typa guy and it SHOWS

🎀~ always checks up on you, like hes so in tune with you’re emotions. He can tell what’s bothering you just by your body language and breathing

🎀~ always convinces you to do dumb shit with him😭 and if you’re already naturally a reckless person you’d just add to his fire

🎀~ says “again” or “one more, mama” after kissing you (you always giggle and grant his wish ofc)

🎀~ holds and kisses you when you’ve had a bad day, having cramps or if you’re feeling a certain way:(

🎀~ always makes time for you, no matter what. He cares for you and he makes sure you know it.

🎀~ hates the people you hate, and if he catches them talking about you, you will be coming home to him with bloody hands and a bruised face.(the others looked worse tho!)

🎀~ will randomly compliment you when you’re doing something, just to see you get all giddy and excited

🎀~ hugs from behind, and amazing hand placement 😩

🎀~ “hyper bf 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 hyper gf“

🎀~ loves to cuddle. Will literally pull you onto him (because he’s always taking advantage of how much more stronger he is than you) and force you to cuddle with him. And if you try to get off he’ll just lay on top of you!

“Lo’ak! Please! Get off of me! You’re too heavyy!” You shout, but he could care less. He was too busy shoving his face into the softness of your tits.

“I don’t care! You’ve been up for way too long and I need you to relax.” He demanded, pressing more of his body weight onto you.

You huff in annoyed, opening your mouth to say let out a snarky comment, but closing it the second he lifts his head up to glare at you like he knew what you were going to say. Finally making you submit to his advance, falling asleep under the comfortable weight of his body immediately.

🎀~ knows you have a tendency to overthink, so he’ll constantly be there to reassure you. And you always do the same for him.

🎀~ whenever he gets into in argument with his dad/ just has a bad day, he’ll always go straight to you. And you always know by the way his ears and tail hang all low and his his shoulders are slightly ridged, so without hesitation you take him into your arms (barley tho) and stroke his hair gently, allowing him to finally relax as he tells you briefly what happened.

🎀~ will pick you up randomly and throw you over his shoulder/ carry you bridal style. Especially if you’re talking to someone and he wants your attention ;(

🎀~ “bf that talks a lot 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 gf that also talks a lot, but listens”

A/N~ here’s a lil sum before I start writing for “pandoras glow”! I kinda got a lil bored of writing this so I apologize if it’s a lil short😭 regardless tho I hope you enjoyed! Love you guys endlessly and stay safe💕

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multifandomlover01 · 2 months

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Stress Relief

Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU!)Stressed!Fem!Dom!Reader

Established Relationship

WC: ~2.9k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!Spencer, dom!reader (soft dom and kinda mean dom at some points), Mommy kink, CNC (kinda; safe word/use is mentioned/implied to be in place), Spencer wants reader to hurt him, to use him as stress relief, reader puts her hand on his throat but does not restrict his airflow, degradation (Spencer is referred to as a whore a few times), objectification (Spencer gets called a toy), slight dumbification (description, not dialogue), slight praise kink (in dialogue), almost caught by Derek, Hotch knew

Summary: While reader is under investigation for a perceived bad shoot on a case, Spencer sees how stressed she is and wants to help her relieve some

Gif credit: imagining-in-the-margins

Gif from 7x13 and some plot based on Season 7 opener but that placement is loose (used more as a template) and not in stone. It can be set really anywhere. It’s not specified.

“Look at my record. You will not find one reprimand on it for my behavior. Unless you’re now questioning my unit chief’s ability to be effective in the position instead of my alleged incompetence as an agent.”

After being grilled for an hour about your conduct on a recent case, the Lead Investigator had the nerve to suggest that Hotch was covering for you and your behavior, as if it were a habitual problem.

"To your knowledge, has Agent Hotchner ever falsified a report?"

"No. I have never asked him to do so and to my knowledge he has never done so on my behalf. If he has falsified a report without my knowledge, you'd have to ask him about it."

“Hey…what happened?” Spencer asks softly as he sees your expression as you come out of the room.

“I can’t discuss it.” You say simply, curtly, as you walk past your team, leaving them concerned.

Spencer almost instinctively follows you.

You were moving fast but he caught up to you with his long legs.

“Hey, Y/N. Wait, please.” He says pleadingly, reaching out to touch your elbow. You stop and turn to face him.

“I really don’t want to talk right now.”

"Then let's not talk."

"What?"

"Follow me." He gingerly grasps your wrist and guides you to an empty supply room.

The kiss was getting more passionate. You were clutching tightly to his shirt collar as you kissed him deeply. You could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in your feelings and you had to stop this before you went too far.

“Baby, baby, stop…I can’t do this right now…I might hurt you with the emotional state that I’m in.” You reluctantly pushed him away.

“Then hurt me.” He looks at you pleadingly, his lips red and puffy. His face was flushed as well.

“Wh-what?” You ask, caught off guard by his request.

“If it’ll make you feel better, hurt me.” He says with complete sincerity.

“N-no…I can’t do that.” You shake your head.

“Please…I see how upset you are. You’re furious about whatever happened in that room. You need to let this stress out instead of just bottling it up inside. That’s not healthy. Use me as stress relief, please. I promise I’ll safe word if it gets to be too much. But you need this. I can see that you do.”

“Spencer…I-I can’t…” your head reels at his words.

“But feel how hard I am for you, hon.” He says sweetly as he takes your hand and places it over the bulge in his pants. He’s definitely not above manipulation. That much is most certainly clear. “Come on…tell me I’m a whore for being this aroused by you when you’re this upset. Punish me for being a bad boy.”

“Spencer…” you warn lightly.

“Mommy…please…I’ve been such a bad boy. You’re all angry and I’m all horny. That’s just not fair. Punish me.” He whispers in your ear.

“Spencer…” you groan.

“That’s it, miss…get angry with me.” He grinds his hips against yours.

“Stop it.” You grit out.

“No.”

He’s pushing you. You shouldn’t let him but he knows full well what he’s doing and how to do it. The more you resist, the more he’ll push.

“Spencer…I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

“Yes, you are…you just refuse to let yourself be. Come on…give in.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Spence.”

“I promised to safe word if I needed to. And I will. But you need this. I want you to do this to me. I’m letting you do this. Just let yourself lean into it.” He begins to massage your shoulders. You’re really tense.

“Damn you.” You mutter.

His hands are off your shoulders and his hips are grinding against yours again. He's smirking at you. Your hands glide up to his shoulders and you’re whirling him around so he’s now against the wall and you’re pressing him into it. He doesn’t even try to fight you. You’re in control. You can do whatever you want to him and he’ll let you.

“You wanna be a bad boy…goad Mommy even more?”

He nods. “Yes, Mommy. Wanna make you angry. Want you to take your stress out on me. I really do promise I’ll safe word if I need to. But I want you to use me, Mommy, please.”

He looks so soft and pathetic. You growl slightly before cupping his face and kissing him passionately. He melts against you, still bucking his hips against yours before you press more into him. He whimpers at the pressure against his hard cock through his clothes. He stops his hip movement.

He moans into the kiss. He's being louder than usual and you realize that he's still likely trying to goad you into it more. You're in a semi-public place so you're all for it. You break the kiss and set a hand against his neck. You're not squeezing, it's just there on his neck.

"Shut up." You hiss.

"But it feels so good, Mommy. Want you to know how good you make me feel."

"Well we can't very well get caught, now can we? So be quiet."

"Make me."

You glare at him and he just smirks because this is exactly what he wants. He wants to make you angry. He wants you to take your anger out on him.

"I know what you're trying to do." You lean in close and whisper.

"I know you do. But it's still working, isn't it?"

"What's your color?"

"Oh so green, ma'am." He has a cocky grin on his face.

You chuckle and shake your head before you squeeze ever so slightly on his throat. You can practically see his eyes glaze over slightly with lust.

"You're sure this doesn't bother you?" You ask, still wary and concerned.

"I'm very sure. Please...keep going." He smiles reassuringly at you.

"I'm gonna bite you...you're gonna let me...and you're gonna be a good boy and be quiet, ok?"

He smiles and nods. "Ok,"

You release his neck and lean in. You waste no time smelling him, kissing him, or nibbling him. You just sink your teeth right into his neck.

He sucks in air. It hurts a bit but he loves it and he's going to take whatever his Mommy needs to give him to make herself feel better. That’s all that matters to him right now.

You bite and suck a nice mark onto his neck. He gets over the pain and lets his pleasure consume him. He’s moaning pornographically.

“Still don’t wanna be quiet?” You hiss against his neck.

“Still feels so good, Miss.”

“You’re such a whore.” You chuckle softly.

“But I’m your whore, ma’am.” He looks at you with heart eyes.

“Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do…now be quiet.”

“What will you do, Mommy? Hmm? Tell me what you’ll do if I can’t keep quiet.”

“I’ll take your tie off and stuff it in your slutty little mouth.”

“Oh please do that, please. You know the second you get your hand around my cock, I’m gonna be gone. I won’t be able to keep quiet.”

“Who said I’d be touching your cock?” You smirk.

“Wh-what?” He looks at you with those sad puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just kidding, hon.” You squeeze his bulge and he gasps sharply.

“Oh yes, Mommy, please, stroke my cock and get me ready for you.”

“You gonna be quiet?”

He shakes his head no. You chuckle. You quickly work his tie off and bunch it up and shove it in his already open mouth. You make quick work of getting his slacks undone, running your hand over his bulge through the material of his boxers. He moans through the tie. It thankfully is finally muffled.

You continued to rub him through his boxers. His head falls back against the wall and his eyes flutter closed.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He hums and nods.

You slip your hand inside his boxers and fondle his balls. He jolts.

"I'm gonna get you nice and hard, baby, and then I'm gonna use your cock to get me off, would you like that? Would my little whore like his Mommy to use him for her own pleasure like he was just a toy?" You squeeze his balls and he sobs into the gag, tears forming in his eyes. He nods his head enthusiastically.

You chuckle. "Thought so."

You get his slacks and his boxers pushed down, letting his cock free of its confines. It stands hard and more or less tall and proud. You take it in one hand and stroke it. Spencer moans into the gag.

“Love how even though this is about my stress relief, you still moan like the whore you are.”

Tears slip down his face. He sobs into the tie.

"'M sorry." gets muffled by the gag but it is more or less understandable.

"It's ok, baby. Just don't forget who this is about."

He nods, indicating that he remembers exactly who this is all for. You. Not him.

"Stroke yourself...slowly." You command and he obeys immediately as he takes over from you. You kick your flats off and take your own pants and underwear off completely. You take Spencer's hand and guide it to your sex as you take back over stroking him from him.

"Rub." You command and he obey immediately as he rubs at your clit in just the right way that he knows will get you wet and ready to use him.

After a few minutes of rubbing your clit, he moans into the tie when he feels how wet you are.

"Stop." You command and he does. By now his cock is hard and ready.

"Should I make you lay down on the floor so I can ride you?" You wonder out loud and Spencer nods enthusiastically.

"Alright, then. Be a good little toy and get on the ground."

He doesn't have to be told twice and immediately lies down on the ground on his back. His pants and boxers are still only halfway down his legs but he doesn't care. He can only bring himself to care about you.

He watches you intently as you position yourself. He moans into the gag when you rub his cock head over your slit and clit. He can feel how wet you are.

Tears brim at the edges of his eyes when you keep doing it and don’t put his cock inside of you already.

"Pwease." He murmurs through the tie that is still stuffed in his mouth.

"Please what, baby? I can't understand you." You tease before you slowly work the tip of his cock through your entrance.

Once again, he is moaning around the tie.

"Shh, honey. You're too loud." You continue to tease him as you slowly work more of his cock in you, which causes him to now whine into the tie.

You rock your hips back and forth slowly when you fully sink down on him. His eyes are glued to where his cock disappeared inside of you. His eyes drag up your body and land on your clothed breasts. He stares. He wants to see your breasts bounce as you bounce on his cock.

You look at where he’s looking and smirk.

“It is rather hot in here, isn’t it?” You chuckle and he nods quickly, eyes gleaming.

You slowly unbutton your shirt and he’s looking at the show with intrigue. You shrug the shirt off your shoulders and take your bra off next.

He moans softly into the tie when your breasts are fully revealed to him.

“Does my pretty toy wanna see my breasts bounce while I use him?”

He nods as tears spill from his eyes. You rock your hips back and forth before lifting them up and down. His gaze is still fixed firmly upon your bouncing breasts.

He desperately wants to touch them, to knead them, to rub his thumbs over your nipples. But he hasn’t been instructed to do that. He hasn’t been instructed not to do that either but he’d rather be safe and not do it than do it and be sorry because you didn’t tell him to do it. He knew that he’d get punished if he did something that you hadn't instructed him to do. And he didn’t want to get punished. This was about you. Not him. He had to be a good boy for you. And good boys do what they are told. Good boys don’t do things they weren’t told to do.

You start to bounce on his cock, his tip hitting just the right spot inside for the both of you. He didn't dare cum unless you gave him permission to, though.

You snake a hand down to rub at your clit. Spencer wants to rub your clit for you but he hasn’t been told to and he can’t very well ask to due to the fact that his tie is still stuffed in his mouth. He just watches you as you pleasure yourself and relieve your stress. He is happy he can help you in any way he can.

Tears brim at his eyes when he feels like he’s close to cumming and is trying really hard not to.

“You can cum in me if you want but then you’re getting my pussy on your mouth.” You tell him in a neutral tone, evidently happy to use him in any way to get off.

Spencer’s brain goes haywire trying to figure out what the best course of action is but his dick feels so good in your pussy that it’s the only thing he can bring himself to think about. His mind gets clouded with pleasure. He doesn’t even realize that he cums inside of you until you’re getting off of him.

You take the tie out of his mouth and use it to collect the bit of his cum on your thighs that’s leaking out of you. You don’t care that he can’t wear it now because it’s stained and that its absence would still raise questions among the team.

You repositioned yourself, your cunt hovering over his mouth. He opens his mouth and pants lightly, sticking his tongue out like a dog as he eagerly waits for you to sit on your throne (meaning his face). When you do, his lips immediately begin to suck on your clit as he wraps them around it.

You grind against his face and his tongue delves into your heat. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue flicks in and out of you.

“That’s it…such a good toy.” You praise as you card your fingers through his hair.

He whimpers against you. You rock more back and forth and he licks and sucks more. He knows you don’t have much time left before the team gets suspicious or either of you are wanted by the Lead Investigator. He works faster to bring you to an orgasm, paying special attention to licking and sucking your clit. Your arousal coats his lips and chin.

There is a knock on the supply room door.

Spencer stills his movement, mortified at the prospect of getting caught. He expects you to stop and get off of him. But you don’t.

Instead, you grasp his hair a bit tightly and hiss: “don’t you dare fucking stop.” And so, he continued.

“You two wanna stop smooching? They’re gonna want Reid next after Hotch.” Derek’s voice comes through the door.

“Uh…y-yeah…we’ll be out in a minute!” You call back out to him, succeeding and not letting him in on the fact that you were not in fact smooching.

“You gotta make me cum in the next minute, baby, can you do that? Pretty please?” You softly as you tug on Spencer’s hair again.

“Mhm.” He hums as he doubles his previous efforts. He’s licking and sucking faster. And you have to work harder to contain your moans.

It only takes a minute before his face is getting even more coated in your arousal. He moans deeply against you but it’s muffled still. You get off of him and clean up and get dressed quickly.

Derek is outside of the room and surveys the two of you. You’d done a good job of hiding what you’d done and Derek just thinks you two were kissing.

You go back amongst the group and Spencer is called in next after Hotch.

Hotch sits down next to you after he comes out. He doesn’t look happy.

“Did they ask you too?” You ask as you look over at him.

He nods. “They did. It’s completely unwarranted and inappropriate. They’re going after both of us for things they know we didn’t do just to try and justify investigating you for something else you didn’t do. Anyway…did you and Reid…have a nice time?” He asks with a small smile on his face.

“Wh-what?” You ask, cheeks tinging pink as you look at him to see if he’s asking what you’re afraid that he’s asking.

“You seem pretty pissed. You’re under investigation here. I can only imagine how it was for you. Did you let off that steam?” He asks and is completely serious but doesn’t seem mad.

“Sir…I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.”

“Just say yes or no and we can drop the subject. I just want to make sure one of my best agents isn’t keeping her emotions bottled up until they explode.”

“Y-yes…it got…taken care of.” You answered, feeling weird about your unit chief asking you such a question.

“Good.” He nods.

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mountingpulisic · 1 year

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WE ARE GOING TO BE OKAY

part one

australia was stunning,

australia was welcoming,

australia was everything you had imagined it to be,

but australia wasn’t home.

you had only been there for appromixately a little over a week before you self diagnosed yourself as homesick.

you missed your friends, you missed your mum, you missed your ninety three old neighbor who would bring over baked goods, and you missed mason.

your relationship with the chelsea star was in a bit of a gray area, not having spoken to each other since his departure from your flat that night. you had a sense of guilt that lingered around, feeling uneasy due to your cold demeanor towards him.

you’d never would’ve forgiven yourself or him if you had decided to stay in england. growing up the women in your family had always placed their own ambitions on hold when it came to the men in their life. you were told countless times about how men are the providers of the home, and how a woman's job was to make her husband happy.

laughing bitterly to yourself, you never could’ve imagined waiting at home for a man to make you happy, and mason knew that. your ambitious spirit is what originally drew him to you, you had dreams of your own that you were determined to reach.

however, as you sat at the vanity applying your makeup for the evening, you couldn’t help but wonder why you didn’t feel accomplished? why did you feel guilty?

not wanting to fall any further into a black hole of uncharted emotions, you push back the thoughts and focus on tonight’s event. despite not speaking to the youngest mount sibling, you were in constant contact with his older sister stacey since you landed.

stacey had invited you out for dinner to celebrate your promotion. her constantly congratulating you whenever she spoke to you over the phone, gushing on just how proud she is of your achievements. before you agreed to dinner however, you had ask if the topic of your relationship with her little brother could be off limits. you couldn’t bear spending another evening with wine in hand discussing how you weren’t sure where the two of you stood.

walking out onto the private patio, you were infatuated with the decorations that were displayed. however, not infatuated to the point where you almost didn’t notice that stacey’s entire bloodline was in attendance at this dinner too.

“auntie y/n!” all the kids scream, snapping the remaining family members out of their hushed conversations.

“oh what a surprise it is to see you all here.” you spoke, nervously laughing at the thought that you were about to have dinner with your ex’s family, with your ex in attendance as well. you had figured that stacey “forgot” to mention that her whole family would be in town to celebrate with you guys. leaving out the little detail when you called her when you were on your way to the restaurant.

“I must have forgotten to mention that everyone was in town, huh?” stacey said, bringing the wine glass to her lips to shield her devilish smirk from you. you throw her your best “i’m going to murder you” smile as you took your seat.

taking your seat that was oh so coincidentally placed next to your ex boyfriend at the end, who had the biggest grin plastered on his face as you approached. standing up quickly to greet you, mason “mistakenly” missed your cheek and placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, his beard ticking you slightly.

“hello there, love. pleasure seeing you here tonight.” mason spoke while placing a hand on the small arch in your back as he helped guide you into your seat. you threw him an appreciated smile and drew your focus in on the small chatter in front of you. A few minutes had gone by before you felt mason place his rather large hand on your thigh, softly stroking the exposed skin. before you could reprimand him for his hand placement, his father had asked you a question.

“how’s australia treating you darling? stacey here says you are loving the new atmosphere.” you nodded your head silently agreeing, not being able to form words because you weren’t too sure if you were actually enjoying your new found home.

“i mean yeah, it’s beautiful here. I can’t help but to miss england though, to miss home.” you could feel mason’s eyes burning holes on the side of your head when you mumbled your slight confession. had there been a slight chance you had regretted taking the job down here? the moment since you slammed the door behind mason after choosing your career had the portsmouth boy in shambles. he had played awfully during the world cup qualifier, head not in the game as his heart was somewhere in australia. mason knew he should’ve never insinuated that you give up your career to play housewife for him, to offer to take care of you just so you can stay in london to be with him.

dinner had passed by quickly due to the constant chatter, it hadn’t gone unnoticed how mason’s chair had gotten closer and closer to yours as the time passed by, draping his arms across your chair to silently mark his territory to the rather friendly waiter.

“probably should be calling it a night.” jaz says as her eyes drifted over to summer who was dozing off in her grandmother’s lap. “early flight tomorrow too.” gathering their belongings everyone had spoken a goodnight to you, giving you a firm hug and expressing how good it was to see you. mason lagged behind, wanting to spend some alone time with you.

“you drive here?” he questioned, hands tucked nervously into his pockets.

“no, i actually walked. the skyline was too gorgeous to miss the opportunity of seeing it in person.”

“Ill take your word for it, let me walk you back home.” mason offered, not wanting you to walk home at night all by yourself or for tonight to end without the two of you properly talking.

the two of you walked quietly in a comfortable silence alongside each other, only the sound of the passing cars could be heard. you knew there was a lingering elephant in the room as you could noticeably see mason be at war with the thoughts in his head.

reaching your doorstep sooner than anticipated, loitering around your front door, you had leaned against the metal gate.

mason had finally decided to speak.

“I should’ve never made you feel as if your career came second to mine, that your dreams were less important. I knew how much this promotion meant to you however i still found a way to make it about me, i am sorry love. I am so sorry.” he was testing the waters when he got closer to you, grabbing your cheeks so you can properly look him in the eye.

“I know that australia is a pretty far journey from england, but i am willing to put in the effort for you, y/n. I am willing to wake up in the middle of the night just to be sure that i am the first one to say good morning to you. i am willing to purposely get red cards if it means getting to miss a couple games just so i can fly out in order to spend a night with you.” this caused you to laugh softly, he was going to pull a neymar for you.

“I don’t want to leave australia tonight without fixing us, without knowing if you and i are okay when i board the plane in the morning.” staring into your eyes pleading, he continued. “just tell me that we are going to be okay, love. please.” he begged, bringing your face dangerously closer to his, lips ghosting over yours.

“mason, we are going to be okay.” you confessed, tried of pretending as if you didn’t miss the five eleven man in front of you. you had missed mason the second he had walked out that door, you had missed mason when you were unboxing your clothing and found his old jersey when he was playing on a loan. you had missed him. you closed the gap in between the two of you as your lips meshed into each other. It was as if all the emotions both of you were feeling was being put into this one kiss, the fear, the excitement, the love.

you were going to be okay, you and mase were going to be okay.

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h-c-u · 1 year

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Eye of the storm pt 3

Summary: You start to think about other things than your father's death, and Beau helps, without even realising how much. Oh, and there is a first kiss in this one :)

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x fem!reader (Iceman’s daughter)

W/C: 9.1k

Rating: PG, age gap, canon character’s death (Tom Kazansky)

TWs: Grief, unnamed ED, Panic attacks.

A/N: It took me a while, but it's here... I think 2, maybe 3 more parts and the story I wanted to tell will be done.

Part 1 | Part 2 Masterlist | List of tags | Eye of the storm playlist

- Cyclone! You there? - the loud banging at the door instantly jolted both of you awake, and you looked at Beau, fear painted all over your face. He only clenched his jaw and went to open the door, ready to deal with all the possible consequences, but you were not... So instead of facing the reality just yet, you hid completely under the covers, making sure that every part of your body was completely hidden. Logically you knew that there were signs that he wasn't exactly alone in the room, but without your face, it would be pretty hard to connect them to you. You didn't know that, but before he opened the door, he took one last look at you and smiled only seeing bundled-up bedding.

- What? - he asked, his voice completely void of emotions.

- You're late. It's 8:20. The call. - a familiar voice said, but you couldn't fully place it.

- Shit. I overslept. I'll be there in 5. - he panicked a little but already had a plan forming in his head.

- Mark that day in a calendar, everyone! Vice-Admiral Beau Simpson overslept! - the faceless voice laughed, and you couldn't help but chuckle. Now that you thought about it, he was always first in the room whenever he had a meeting with your dad. And he was always prepared and ready to go.

- Yeah, yeah... Make all the jokes you want, Sol. But make them from somewhere where you won't see me change. - Sol... Solomon Bates. You were finally able to connect the voice to the name. You only knew him in passing, that's why you didn't recognize his voice at first.

You heard the door closing, and you felt safe enough to peek from under the covers. He was quickly preparing to leave, and you wanted to try something truly evil. When he was still in the bathroom, you took one of his tan uniforms from the wardrobe and passed the folded clothes through the open door. You watched him quickly change from shorts into pants, putting on a t-shirt, but when it came to the beige shirt, you stopped him from doing the buttons and did them yourself, while he diligently watched every move of your fingers. Even though he was already almost late, and he knew that he could do them quicker, he'd much rather have you take care of that. You also pinned his ribbons and wings, as you did so many times in the past for your dad, so you knew the exact placement.

After you finished, he tucked the shirt into his pants and moved past you to find and put on the shoes, while you stood next to the door, patiently waiting on your tippy toes for your chance to execute the evil plan.

He eventually was ready to head out, but before he had the chance to open the door, you took his right hand into yours stopping him for just a moment before he left, and snaked your other hand onto his neck, gently pulling him closer.

He didn't even register what was happening, because he got so used to your presence and your touch. Everything you did with him just felt... right. But then he was out the door and had already taken four steps into the long corridor when it hit him so hard that he instantly stopped. You kissed him... It was quick and soft, just a peck on the lips, but definitely planned and intentional, not driven by overwhelming emotions. And he kissed you back as if he did it million times before... The blood immediately rushed to his face, and he could feel the warmth spilling into his chest. Only when someone saluted him in passing, he realized that in two minutes he was supposed to be deciding the fates of possible new Top Gun recruits. He fought with himself for a good moment, because his whole body was screaming at him to back and kiss you properly, but instead, he clenched his jaw, took two deep breaths to calm himself, and quickly walked in a direction of conference room number one. And while the blush disappeared from his cheeks, the giant smile stayed there for the whole duration of the call, to the point that even Solomon found it a bit unnerving.

And while he started working, you were still standing with your back against the closed door, with your fingers touching the exact place where your lips met, the sensation of it now forever carved in your memory. You honestly thought that he would stop you, but when instead he put his hand on your hip and leaned down to kiss you, you forgot how to breathe for a moment, and that weird feeling in your stomach appeared... Not exactly butterflies, but the one when you're in a car riding quickly, and there was a small hill or a bump... And for a short perfect moment, you felt light as a feather, and you could fly away to reach the heights you never dreamt of. And that’s what it was... A perfect little moment, tucked into months voided of colors…

It took you good twenty minutes to finally peel yourself from the door, but instead of going back to bed, you actually made it. Not to the military standards, of that you were sure, but at least it looked presentable. You took the packet of almonds, and at first, your hand also reached for your dad's journal, but it stopped, only hovering over it... After a moment without movement, you instead reached for a sketchbook and pencils... If you were at your place, you would have reached for watercolors, because for the first time in months, you were more in a mood for something other than blacks or greys.

Well... Postmates existed... Question was, would they be able to enter the base, or would you have to meet them at the gate? You put down the sketchbook back on the desk, took your phone, unlocked it, and immediately got overwhelmed by the number of notifications that appeared on the screen. At first, you froze, but because of the subtle scent of spruce all over you, you were able to start chipping at this giant iceberg. Most of the notifications came from the apps, so they were easy to deal with. Next came text messages. Mostly from your mother, brother, and a few close friends, which were still updating you, even though you were not replying. The majority of other texts contained condolences, but since they were from people you barely knew, you just... Ignored them. It seemed much less weird than replying "Thank you" after over two months.

With a heavy sigh, you finally opened the messages from Nick and scrolled to the first unread one... Which was a meme with his cat containing four pictures of him with his head in the pack of chips, looking in different directions, evidently confused, because he couldn’t figure out how to take the bag off, with the caption "Father...? Father!? Why have you forsaken me...?". You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. After a week of nothing, there was a short video from a hike, showing the landscape from somewhere high up; you didn't recognize it though. Next, there was another video, this time of his cat again, who tried to throw a speaker from the desk, but instead of achieving that, he himself fell off the desk. And message after message, video after video, meme after meme you finally got through the whole conversation. The last one was from just a couple of hours ago when the sun was still hidden behind the horizon. There was a small bonfire with his voiceover. "Hey... I know it's been some time since we saw each other, but mum told me that we'll be clearing dad’s office together. And I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you no matter what, and I miss you terribly... I hope to see you then, but if you're not ready..." his voice cracked a bit, and that hurt you more than you expected. "If you're not ready, then you're not ready. I just hope you're getting through it...". The video ended and you were left with an emptiness in your heart, because only now you realized that along with losing his dad, Nicky also lost his sister. You were so engulfed in your own sorrow, that you didn't even think about it, cutting everything and everyone off... You instantly pressed the icon starting the video call and straightened yourself in the armchair.

He answered almost immediately. The video was choppy at his end, but you were still able to see that he was somewhere in the forest.

- Siema siostra! - you rarely saw him so excited, and you just couldn't help but laugh a bit. – Finally, rose from the dead? Shit. Sorry. - he realized what he said as soon as the words left his mouth, and if you heard it just a week ago, you would have had a full-blown panic attack, but now, still feeling the gentle touch on your lips, you were... fine.

- Figure of speech, I get it. - you gave him a faint smile, and he finally stopped walking. - And I am slowly getting through it... - you circled back to the last video you received from him.

- That's good to hear, good to hear... - he looked at the camera and smiled. - Where are you by the way? Mum was going crazy yesterday... - you sighed quietly. There was no sense in lying to him because he knew you far too well to believe you when you were bullshitting.

- I'm on base, but I'm... well... in hiding. You know since I'm not exactly supposed to be here. I have help though! And I'm actually eating! - he knew that there were periods when you had real troubles with that because he was usually the first one to notice when you weren't... He was a great older brother, even though you basically hated each other's guts when you were growing up, and it took a lot of time for you to get to the place you were now.

- My sister, a secret agent man... - he genuinely laughed, but didn't dig any deeper, even though you knew he knew you weren't saying the whole trough. - Wha... tr... eve... pl...

- Nicky, you're cutting out... - you tried to refresh the feed, but it looked like he was too deep in the forest to have good reception.

- Recep... it... - and the call dropped. You instantly got a message from him. "The reception is shit, sorry. It was good to see you. I'll call tomorrow evening, pinky promise."

You smiled and replied that it was good to see him too...

And now that your messages were taken care of, you got to the final beast, which was your emails... Again, there were a lot of condolences, but along with them, there were also a lot from your agent, about every single sale, and you couldn't believe how many of them he sent you... Usually, you were able to sell 4, maybe 6 paintings per month, but considering their usual prices, you were actually more than financially comfortable, but you just didn't care about that. And here there were... 80 paintings sold, almost all you had listed. You honestly couldn't believe it... Over 5 years of work sold in just two months. And then you realized what probably happened. Your dad's death was on the news... Since "Kazansky" wasn't exactly a popular last name, more people were finding you because of his death...

And that was enough to make your heart sink deeper into your chest.

In the last email, your agent mentioned that a gallery wanted to contact you regarding a possible exhibit, which under any other circumstances would have been amazing, but now everything was tainted, and you weren't even sure if you wanted to sell anything anymore... So instead of ordering paints and a small canvas, you put your phone down and reached for a journal that you had already memorized and started re-reading it with your knees under your chin; the unopened pack of almonds already forgotten.

Beau came back around noon, and as soon as he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks, the ones you didn't even notice for the last hour, he kneeled in front of you and after putting the tray with food on the desk, took the journal out of your hands, and forced you to look him in the eyes... Which opened the dam, and you started sobbing, finally allowing yourself to break down. You leaned forward and desperately reached for him, and he pulled you closer, allowing your arms to find their way around his body, and your face to hide in his neck...

- Shhh... Shhhh... It's ok, you're ok... - he whispered, slid his strong arms under you, and turned both of you around in such a way, that you were currently sitting on him, while he was sitting on the floor. - Can you tell me what happened? - he asked, not letting you go even for a second, and trying to soothe you by gently rubbing your back and swaying front and back, but you weren't ready to say anything just yet... Seeing you in this state was breaking his heart, and his chest actually ached, because the helplessness was turning into physical pain. He wanted, needed, to help you, but he couldn't do anything except just being there for you.

It took some time, but you eventually calmed down, and he rubbed the tears from your cheeks for the millionth time, but it was the first time you actually were aware that he was doing it...

- Did you know that I paint...? - you asked, your voice still shaky and quiet. He nodded and allowed you to explain. - I even have an agent. And I finally got through the emails from him. Over 250 of them to be exact... 3 per painting... One with all the offers, one with the winning bid, and one with confirmation of payment... Over 80 paintings sold in two months, because people heard my dad's last name on the news... - you started crying again, even the thought of it too heavy to bear alone. And fortunately, you didn't have to say anything more, because Beau understood what you meant.

- Would he blame you for being happy, or would he be proud of your success? - he asked quietly. Logically you knew that your dad would never want to see you the way you were now... All broken, overwhelmed by guilt, and unable to function... Especially if he knew that he was the reason you were like that. He would be ready to do anything just so you could be better... Except not dying...

Did you actually blame him for dying and leaving you alone?

Even thinking that scared you, because that was the last thing you wanted to do... You knew how much he suffered, you were there to witness all the pain, the guilt, the helplessness. You knew it wasn't his fault... But... That accusatory feeling somehow snaked its way into your brain and coiled around your grief unnoticed until now.

Logically you knew that it wasn't his fault, that he didn't choose it. For fucks sake, he fought till there was no hope left... He went through all the treatments, all procedures, and searched for international trials; he didn't just... give up. And yet... you couldn't help what you felt and that made you cry even harder because now you were getting angry at yourself, for even thinking like that. It wasn't rational, you knew that, but those emotions didn't want to just disappear.

- I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about... - Beau whispered and hugged you even harder, almost crushing you in his arms.

- It's... It's not you... It's my fucking stupid brain. - you said in between sobs. - You're amazing... I'm... I don't deserve... - you couldn't even finish that sentence, because another wave pulled you under the surface and you lost the ability to think about anything coherent. There were just negative emotions festering in your head and you couldn't even let them out... You didn't even know how...

- Scream... - his voice managed to get through all the walls you were building up in real-time, and the meaning of it confused you enough, that for just a moment you came back to reality. You wanted to ask something along "what...?" but the word didn't manage to get through the giant ball in your throat - Scream. Just scream. As loud and as you can. - you were still confused, and Beau seemed to read your mind because he added. - There is no one in this part of the base, everyone is either eating or in training. Scream. - and that was enough...

At first, you struggled to get any sound out. Then it was strained and quiet, but after you took a deep breath and opened your mouth again, a full-blown, primal scream left your lungs. It was filled with anger, shame, guilt, blame... All the things that were stewing in your brain packaged not so neatly in one action.

You didn't even realize when you got out of his embrace, but you found yourself kneeling on the floor, screaming at it, as if was all its fault. You stayed like that until there were no more tears left, and no more voices in your brain, not even your own... You simply collapsed and Beau scooped you up again. You wanted to thank him, say anything, but your voice was long gone, and it would be a moment till it comes back.

You were exhausted, so you were more than grateful when he put you under the covers and kneeled, so your faces were on the same level. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, and you gently wrapped your fingers around his hand while it was still in contact with your skin, guided it to your lips and - without breaking eye contact - pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. You were ready to let go of him, but instead, he mirrored your actions by pulling both of your hands closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to your hand.

- I hate leaving you... - he whispered against your soft skin and closed his eyes, taking in both the sensation and your scent. - Go to sleep, babygirl... - there was that pet name again... In his mouth, it sounded so soft and full of something you weren't ready to name yet. You definitely didn't mind it, but you were never called that before, so getting used to it might take a moment.

He returned your hand close to your chest but didn't move until your breathing changed to a familiar pattern that showed up when you were asleep. He didn't want to leave when you were still conscious, because he was afraid you might start to spiral again... And considering how much energy the last hour took from you, he doubted you'll be awake when he'll finish working, which wasn't ideal because you haven't eaten today yet, but he knew forcing you to do so right now would not be good. But he still came back in around 10 minutes and brought a thermal mug full of tea with ginger and honey.

Beau was right because when he came back after a full day of working, you were still in the same position and nothing in the room changed. He took his thermal mug from where he left it, and gently cupped your face, trying to wake you up.

When you opened your eyes and he was the first thing you saw, you couldn't help but smile, for a short blissful moment forgetting about what happened earlier. He took your hand in his and placed it on a mug. You wanted to thank him, but your voice was lost, and the memory of what happened flooded back into your brain, and all the thoughts and emotions came back with it. You froze and he seemed to know exactly what was happening in your head.

He helped you sit up, unlocked the mug, gently guided it to your lips, and you took a first sip of a pleasantly hot tea. And then another one... The warmth of it mixed with honey soothed your throat, and you were finally able to say something.

- I'm sorry... - by his expression, you instantly realized that it was the wrong thing to say.

- You have nothing to apologize for. Everyone is grieving in different ways, and yours is not wrong. - he gave you the softest of smiles, and you leaned in a bit to press your foreheads together, a memory from today's morning slithering its way into your brain, but neither of you did anything more. That small gesture was more than enough, and it was comforting you in ways you couldn't even describe.

- I feel like I'm a burden... Like I only take and take from you... - you closed your eyes because it was the only way to break eye contact without putting space in between your foreheads.

- You could never be a burden to me, no matter what... - he whispered so quietly, that if you were just a bit further away, you wouldn't be able to hear it, but you did... And it sounded like something he was afraid to admit even in front of himself, not to mention you. You opened your eyes again, wanting to gaze into his, but they were closed. You wanted to ask why he said that, but you already knew the answer... And you definitely weren't ready to hear it from his mouth...

- It's Friday today, isn't it...? - you asked, and you felt him nodding. - And you're not working on weekends, correct?

- We can stay here, that won't be an issue. - he said, his voice more confident.

- That's not why I'm asking... Can... - you couldn't believe what you were about to say. - Can you take me to your place...? - his eyes shot open, and he leaned back in shock.

- God yes! - he answered with relief before you even finished asking the question. - Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having you here, but everything is... - before you realized what you were doing, you leaned in and kissed him, stopping his rant in its tracks.

Your hand instinctively found its way into his hair, while the other rested lightly on his shoulder. Suddenly you were aware of everything your body experienced... The rough material under your fingers, the smoothness of his hair, the warmth of his neck, the softness of his lips, so ready to invite you in… And you dove deep, without even thinking; chasing the sensation that was both new and familiar. Your heart was galloping faster and faster with every tender touch, the warmth in your chest turned into a roaring fire and your head was among the clouds because, with every breath you shared, you got higher and higher.

He was devouring you in ways you never thought possible, his hands pulling you closer by your hips. He was frantic and delicate at the same time as if he was restraining himself in fear of somehow hurting you, but you didn't want that... You wanted him to be real, to know who and what he was like under this hard shell he shared with the world, so you bit his lower lip and pulled on it gently, a soft smile blooming on your face. He responded with a low growl, followed your movements, and caught you in another kiss, this time more impatient, more hungry, more... messy... And you gave right in, allowing him to lead the dance your tongues shared until you were properly out of breath. But even after your lips parted, your skin was tingling all over, and there was that feeling in your stomach again, while so many colors flooded your brain.

- I need to ask you to do things for me more often... - you finally broke the silence, and he chuckled in response.

- Yeah, it was definitely worth the wait... - he was still kneeling on the floor in between your legs, and you didn't even realize when your ankles found their way around his thighs.

- How long have you been waiting for it... exactly...? - you asked in a joking matter, pressing your foreheads together again in search of the echo of that intimacy.

- I plead the 5th... - he laughed softly in response, but you knew one day he'll tell you everything, but now he was still afraid you would run away if you knew. - Fuck, I feel like a teenager again. - he moved one of his hands to your cheek and gently caressed your skin with his thumb, and you leaned into that touch.

- And I feel more like myself... - you put your hand over his, and moved it slowly, so you could press a soft kiss on his palm. - Can we go now...? - you asked, completely disregarding the fact that you were still wearing the clothes you’d slept in.

- We can. - he pressed a soft kiss to your lips; an echo of passion was still audible in his actions. It didn't take you long to get ready, because you didn't have a lot of things with you, and everything - including the things Beau got for you - fit into your bag. You had to change into your own pants, because you didn't want to walk outside in shorts, or much too big sweatpants, but you kept his gray t-shirt, throwing your dad's jacket over it. When you started searching for your shoes, Cyclone reached for them under the bed, where he left them that first night, he brought you here. But before you were able to put them on yourself, he gently pushed you to sit on the bed, put them on your feet, and laced them tightly for you. He also offered you his hand when he finished, to help you get up. Not that you needed help, but you enjoyed touching him in any way you could, and he seemed to feel the same way.

You wanted to hold his hand while you walked through the corridors, but you knew it would be seen as inappropriate, so you just put up the hood of the jacket and put on the aviators to make yourself less recognizable, although you seriously doubted that it would work if you encountered someone you knew. And fortunately, gods spared you that awkwardness because you hated lying.

You were a bit surprised when the car that reacted to his keys was Jeep Wrangler because you were expecting something more... classic. Not that you were complaining, it was just... unexpected, but considering how little you actually knew about him, you had a lot of catching up to do.

You wanted to curl up in the front seat, but you didn't want to put your shoes on the breathable material, so you sat there, feeling a little bit like a kid, but in a good way. You weren't exactly used to following rules, even the simplest ones, which was surprising to most people who knew your dad from the military.

As soon as you started voicing your opinions, you and Nicky were able to defend your point of view in front of your parents, and if your arguments were sound, you were able to proceed with whatever you had planned; they allowed you to make your own mistakes and learn from them just so you'd be prepared for the hardships of the real world. And even though they didn't always agree with your choices, they respected both of you enough not to force you onto a certain path they imagined for you.

And while your brother went into a more... conventional direction with software engineering and app development, you craved too much freedom for any typical career. And when you discovered painting... Well, everything else was history. You had to fight tooth and nail to be taken seriously at first, but after the 4th competition won, your father realized that it wasn't just a fluke, and there was a real possibility for you to achieve a lot, even though he didn’t completely understand it. In the end, he was the one who started doing research about fine art colleges, and internships before you were even done with high school. And when you had your first exhibit, he was the one who cheered you the loudest and invited all his friends from the navy, because he wanted to show off his little girl.

And then you realized something... You were able to think about your dad without going into a complete spiral for the first time in ages, and you couldn't help but smile. It was a small thing, but it meant that you were slowly getting back to normal, and that was something that gave you an unimaginable amount of peace.

- Do you want to swing by your house to get something? - Beau asked, and you had to think for a moment before replying.

- House no... - you finally said; you weren't ready to face whatever was waiting for you there. - But my studio... - you looked at him and he just nodded.

- What's the address? - you gave it to him, and he adjusted the route accordingly.

It didn't take you long to actually get there, but you were a little bit afraid to get out of the car and walk up three flights of stairs. And then you realized that you haven't even asked.

- Would it be ok if I painted at your house...? - your voice got almost completely drowned in traffic noises.

- You can do whatever you want in my house. - he replied with a soft smile, and he meant what he said. - Do you want me to come with you? - he wanted to help, but he didn't want to impose. You shook your head for no; you knew how your studio looked and you weren't ready to share that with him just yet, even though he already knew your life at the moment was messy. - If you'll change your mind, I'm here... - he hesitated for a short moment, but he eventually took your hand into his and brought it to his lips to place a small kiss on the back of it, and it gave you enough courage to face whatever was waiting for you upstairs.

You tried not to look around too much while grabbing your gym bag from the closet, because you were afraid that you might start to spiral again, but fortunately, you managed to avoid that. You packed a few more sets of underwear, a pair of shorts, and leggings. In a moment of boldness, you skipped shirts and t-shirts, because his gave you much more comfort than your own, and you were planning on continuing wearing them. You also packed your hair and face cosmetics, and that was it from necessities, but it wasn't everything you packed...

You also took a ceramic pot you used to brew your tea in, the tea itself, your favorite mug made by one of your friends, and a small cat figurine you didn't even plan on taking out of the bag when you were at his place because just the knowledge of having it with you was comforting.

Next, you took a big canvas bag and started throwing brushes, sponges, rollers, different types of paints and inks, primers, varnish, and all the other things you needed to paint and prepare a canvas. The last thing you took, were thin wooden slats you made frames out of, to stretch the canvas on, and the roll of the canvas itself; it was much easier to travel with it deconstructed, and you didn't know what size you'd need just yet. You quickly left your apartment without looking at everything too much, and you carefully walked down the stairs. When you opened the building doors, you saw Beau standing next to the car, ready to help, if you needed it. You didn't, but just looking at him made you smile.

He took your bags from you, put them in the back, and opened the door of the car for you, and before you knew it, you were crossing a border to the gated community he apparently lived in. All the houses here looked... new. And expensive. And not at all like something you were used to.

He eventually stopped in front of a big suburban house with a double garage door in front. It looked like it had at least four bedrooms, which was - again - surprising.

- Do you... live... alone? - you asked while the doors to the garage were opening, because you just assumed that he did, but you didn't know for sure.

- Yeah... - he sighed. - I know it's a giant house for one person, but I've bought it quite some time ago when I still hoped to start a family... Work kind of got in the way somewhere along the way. - he explained - I honestly admire your father for managing to... - he realized what he said, and his eyes instantly snapped to you in search of signs that something was wrong, but there were none.

- Honestly, it was rough... I remember I learn how to count by counting the nights he was away, and the highest I got was 303 when he was deployed. - you said quietly, a weak smile on your face. - When I was a kid, I always put him on a pedestal, but when I learned more about the world and wars... Well, let's just say that our relationship wasn't always perfect, and it took a lot of therapy to get us to... well... to get us where you saw us. - you explained quietly, leaving Beau a little bit speechless. Neither of you said anything when he was parking, but he helped you with your things.

It was weird, because on the one hand, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be, but on the other, you felt a bit like you were intruding, especially when he gave you a quick tour of his house. It was much more modern than you expected, and it lacked... him. As if someone else decorated the house to what they thought a bachelor would like. That was until you got to the main bedroom, and you instantly felt the warmth spilling in your chest.

The bed was massive with dark grey and navy sheets, but it wasn't the main feature of the room, because it was facing a wall filled with books from top to bottom, and the ceiling was high. You couldn't stop yourself from coming closer to check out the titles and run your fingers over the spines. You noticed that they were segregated by genre and in the genre - by the author's last name, which didn't surprise you. What surprised you was the fact that there were quite a few high fantasy books, which caught your attention, and when you turned around to ask, the words got stuck in your throat as soon as you laid your eyes on him.

Technically it wasn't anything special, because he looked exactly the same as he looked over the whole time you knew him, but something changed... He was still in his beige uniform, which shirt you buttoned up in the morning, and to which you attached his ribbons. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest, but his eyes and the way he looked at you... It almost made you blush because you never saw that expression on his face... The corners of his lips raised slightly in a gentle smile, cheeks just a bit higher, making those beautiful smile lines in the corners of his eyes, and the eyes... You instantly relaxed, and it was an involuntary reaction. Was it even possible to develop such strong feelings so quickly, or was it just a weird reaction to your grief? Will you ever be able to tell...?

- You can take anything you want... - he said, and something in his voice told you he didn't mean it just about books, but you left that as it was. Before you'd have that conversation, you will have to come to terms with whatever was happening in your own head. - I'm going to make dinner. - he said, but you stopped him with a gesture and walked closer to him.

You gently unpinned first the wings, then the ribbon rack, and he realized what you were doing; you were home... He wasn't supposed to be in uniform at home... Well, it wasn't forbidden, but he realized that you wanted him to leave the navy behind closed doors for the weekend, and somehow you managed you fit so many things into such a small gesture... That you wanted him to relax, that you wanted to know him better outside of work, that you were taking the exact amount of initiative you were ready for, that he wasn't forcing you into anything, that you were comfortable enough with him to know that even now, when you were slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he wouldn't assume anything. You were showing him that you trusted him without saying one word...

When you got to the lower buttons, you had to gently tug on the material to get it out from the inside of his trousers, and the movement caused his very subtle scent to surround you, which made you smile just a little.

Under the button-up, there was a white t-shirt. You very slowly slipped your hands under it, letting your fingers graze his skin and chest hair, while he was watching your every move with inhuman intensity. When the material rode up high enough, he helped you pull it over his head, but you were the one to take it off completely.

- How do you do this...? - you asked with your hands still on his chest. - How do you make me feel so safe and so calm...? - neither of you knew that, so the question hung unanswered and then he covered your hand with his.

- Does it matter...? - he eventually answered with another question, and after thinking for a moment you shook your head. - Then it doesn't matter, but I'm happy I can do that for you. - he moved your hand to his lips and place a soft kiss on it. - Would you mind if we ate in the garden today? I feel like grilling something... - it wasn't the warmest of days, but it was still the end of the summer, and there were always blankets. Plus - fresh air would do you good.

He went to the walk-in closet and quickly changed, while you were acutely studying everything that was in it. Which if you had to be honest - wasn't much and barely half of it was filled. But you still clocked one item that you instantly gravitated towards - an old gray hoodie with a washed-out naval academy logo. You run your fingers over the material and smiled. He said that you could take anything you wanted... So you did. You pulled it off the hanger and put it on. It was much softer on the inside than on the outside, the sleeves were too long, it reached halfway down your thighs and the hood covered your entire face... It was perfect.

Beau was the one who gently pulled the hood back, so you could see and for a brief moment, his hand rested on your cheek... He was so gentle with you, but you knew it wasn't because he was afraid that you would break; you were used to this type of behavior from different people, but he... He was just gentle. And soft. And warm... Without any specific reason.

You didn't even have to ask for a blanket, because he already had one prepared when you stepped onto the back porch. It wasn't anything special... Well, there was a currently covered pool, and a fire pit, but when it came to plants... there was almost nothing, and you felt a little bit disappointed, but that was your own fault because when he mentioned the garden, you were expecting at least a few trees and maybe a veggie patch... And some flowers... But that was your problem, not his. He was already kind enough to take you in.

Still wrapped in a thick blanket, you chose to sit on the swing with your knees curled up and a sketchbook in your hands, while he was preparing food a few meters away from you, and you honestly could get used to that... You were happy to just observe him, but after a few minutes a compulsion to draw won, so you cracked the spine of a brand-new sketchbook he bought for you and started sketching.

His face was already committed to your memory forever, so it wasn't hard for you to do a quick outline of the proportions, and after that you cleaned it a bit, looking at Beau from time to time, even though you didn't need to... But you wanted to... You slowly added more details, starting with hair, but they weren't neatly combed like they were now. You used the image from your head, from when he was in bed with you after taking a shower at night; they had much more volume and suited him more in your opinion. Next came the nose, which took you only a minute, but his lips... You spent so much time looking at them and thinking about them, that even the tiniest details were carved in your memory, and you took your time pouring them out on paper because you wanted to do them justice. And lastly - his eyes and everything around them... You had to close yours for a moment to recall and analyze the expression he looked at you with only half an hour ago...

Just as you were finishing, the smell of something cooking hit your nostrils, and you peeked at what he was doing. On a special plate on the grill, there were potatoes with some herbs, bell peppers, onions... And even though you couldn't see it, you could smell it, so you knew somewhere in there, there was also garlic and rosemary. As if he could feel your gaze on him, he turned around catching you in the act and looking at you with the exact same expression that was looking at you from your sketchbook.

You turned the page in his direction, but from his perspective, the light pencil was barely visible, so he came closer, and you passed the notebook to him, so he could take a closer look.

- That's not... - he started, but quickly stopped and thought about what he really meant. - I don't think I've ever seen myself looking like that... - it took him a moment to react.

- That's what I see when you look at me... - you simply shrugged and he shifted his gaze back to you, as if unsure what to say. There were a few minutes of silence before he spoke again, this time much quieter.

- Am I that obvious...? - his voice was almost a whisper as if he was afraid that anything louder would shatter the moment.

- It's... complicated. - you sighed. - And I promise we will talk about it, but I am not ready for that conversation yet, it's too soon. But I... - you hesitated. - I don't want to be anywhere but with you. For now, it will have to be enough, I'm sorry that I can't give you more... - the last part was barely audible.

- You have nothing to apologize for because you don't have to give me anything... - he passed the still-opened sketchbook back to you and you couldn't help but look at your drawing again. - And when you're ready - we will talk. - he didn't even have to say that he was more than ok with waiting, because you were definitely worth any wait. - But first - food. - you technically weren't even hungry, but you knew you should eat... And with Beau cooking, it would be extremely hard to say no without poking a hole in your bag of issues. Plus - logically you knew your body needed it, so you didn't protest when he brought you a dark blue plate with chicken and veggies cut to bite-size pieces even before cooking.

He sat on the swing next to you and very gently started moving it using just one of his legs.

- What's your favorite ice cream flavor? - you asked right after you swallowed the first piece of roasted potato and he looked at you with surprise, but as soon as he realized what you were doing, he shifted a bit, so now his body was facing you, and you did the same.

- Hazelnut... But it's followed closely by salted caramel. You? - he replied and now it was his turn to take a bite.

- Lemon sherbet with basil... - you usually had to make it on your own, because there weren't many companies that carried that specific flavor.

- That's a bit unusual... - he couldn't help but smile, but he wasn't even surprised, because nothing about you was usual. - What kind of music do you like? - this time he asked the question.

- Just... Music... It really depends on my mood. I have hundreds of playlists I've made over the years, so it would be hard for me to choose just one of them. - you took a small break to eat a few pieces of veggies. - Although I focus more on the song itself than on the creator. And sure, there are a few that I'd enjoy no matter what, like House of the Rising Sun or Work Song, but overall - my music taste is all over the place. - your throat still hurt a bit from the screaming earlier today, but not enough to stop you from talking.

- If you let me, I'd love to hear a few of your playlists. Do you have them on Apple Music? - he asked, and you chuckled.

- Spotify. We're an android house because of my lovely brother. - Beau was really easy to talk to and you found yourself wanting to do it more often, and since you were already in his house, it should be easy to do.

- Nicholas? - he made sure he remembered the name correctly, and you realized that you weren't even sure if the two of them ever met.

- Nick. Or Nicky... - you corrected, because your brother hated the full version of his name with a passion, and Beau only nodded once, acknowledging the change. - Do you have any siblings? - you couldn't help but ask and he sighed heavily.

- Yeaaahhhh... Four sisters. One older, and three younger. - you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't this, and you almost choked.

- That's... - you didn't even know what to say.

- A lot? - he offered, and you nodded. - My father wanted another son after me and well... It didn't go according to plan. - he chuckled.

- Would you mind telling me a bit more about your family? - and he did. He started with his older sister and their rocky relationship due to their parents giving him more attention, and then he moved down, telling you about how he always felt responsible for the younger ones, how he played with them and braided their hair, and how he felt guilty leaving them behind when he joined the navy.

And you listened to his stories from childhood until your plate was empty, and when it was, you put it on the floor next to the swing, brought your knees to your chest, and just... listened. It was your turn to get to know him, since he had a substantial head start in that department, and you were happy to learn every little detail he was willing to share.

The sun was already hidden behind the horizon, and you couldn't help but look around the... so-called garden, and he immediately saw that someone was bugging you.

- What's wrong? - he asked quietly, reaching to touch you, and as soon as his fingers were on your calf, you moved closer to him and awkwardly turned around, draping the blanket over both of you. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, happy to share some warmth with you.

- Nothing's wrong... - you said, and it wasn't a lie. - There are just a few things I miss, and when you said you had a garden... I just miss nature. - you didn't want to add why exactly you missed it, but to Beau - it was obvious. - It's so quiet here... We're outside, but there are no frogs, no bugs buzzing around, no crickets in the background, no nothing... Well, besides a few moths and mosquitos. - you could feel him chuckle behind you. - And please don't get it the wrong way, I'm extremely happy to be here with you, and it's just something I miss.

- It's ok... I understand what you mean. - he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. - It's... sterile, a blank canvas. - and that was exactly what you meant, so you couldn't help but look back at him. - I'm not spending much time here... Sure, it's my house, but it was decorated by someone else because I didn't have time to do it myself. I paid someone to design the backyard in such a way, that it wouldn't require much maintenance, because I knew I wouldn't have time to take care of it. I always imagined that one day it will change, but... - he didn't have to finish, because you knew what he was about to say... If not for your mother, your house would have white walls and barely any decorations.

- The bedroom... - you whispered, and it suddenly made sense. - You decorated it yourself, didn't you...? - you asked, but you already knew the answer even before he nodded. That’s why you felt so safe and comfortable there; the one room he actually took time to work on.

You yawned, the exhaustion from today finally catching up with you; you knew it would be a while before you'll be at full strength again, but you felt safe enough not to rush that process.

- Do you want to go to sleep...? - he asked quietly.

- Mhmmm... But shower first... - you mumbled in response, but you didn't move to get up just yet, which made him smile. He pressed his cheek against your head, a plan for tomorrow slowly taking shape in his head. It would take him a moment to prepare everything, but it will be worth it.

- Go then... I'll clean around here and join you when I'll finish. - and with a quiet groan you finally started moving. Still wrapped in the soft blanket that now smelled like smoke, you went upstairs to the bedroom, where all your things were.

His shower was abysmally giant, almost a completely separate room with a rain shower and a bench to sit on. He already prepared a set of soft, dark blue towels for you, which you put to good use. You also neatly placed your things on the side of the counter, so they would be within reach, but not in the way. Technically there were two sinks, one completely empty, but... it just didn't feel right.

You peeked out of the bathroom to see if he was already in the bedroom, but it was empty, so you felt more comfortable sneaking into his walk-in wardrobe in just a towel tightly wrapped around your body. You gravitated towards the back of the room, where the older, more worn things were, and you unceremoniously took a black t-shirt with the logo of a band you didn't recognize and put it on. It was so soft against your skin, that you closed your eyes, relishing that sensation.

Since he wasn't in the room just yet, you picked one of the titles from the high fantasy section and started reading it in bed, but the warmth from the shower, and the fact that everywhere you looked, you could feel him, made you doze off before you realized what was happening.

It took Beau over an hour to prepare everything for tomorrow; he even dug through the decoration boxes in the garage to find the fairy lights he usually used to decorate his nieces’ room whenever they visited. The food for tomorrow was already prepared in the fridge, and everything else he would need was already packed.

When he came into the bedroom, you were already asleep, curled around one of his books. He gently took it out of your hands, put it on the nightstand, and turned the lamp off, so the light wouldn't interfere with your sleep.

He took a very quick shower, taking notice of the small trail of things you left in the bathroom with a smile; you were in his house for just a few hours, and he already loved everything about it. It was like you were meant to be there like you fit perfectly into empty spaces in his life.

Curiosity won, and he couldn't help but smell and read the labels of the creams and other things you were using, so he'd be better prepared next time you needed anything like that.

When he finally lay in bed and turned the lights off, he couldn't help the quiet groan. It's not like the beds on base were unreasonably uncomfortable, but he missed his own, even if that meant you were a bit further away. He didn't want to wake you up or assume anything, but as soon as he let out that groan, you started to shift in your sleep. For a short moment, he was afraid he woke you up, but he didn't; you were still sound asleep. But that didn't stop you from shuffling under the giant duvet in search of something, and as soon as your hand blindly found his torso, you let out a deeper breath and pulled yourself even closer to his body, which resulted in a giant smile on his face... even subconsciously you wanted to be near him...

So, he wrapped his arms around you and finally closed his eyes. He wasn't ready to fall asleep just yet; it was too early for that for him, but he just wanted to enjoy that moment of vulnerability with you.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

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ephemeral eleven | friends

genre fluff, slight angst. warning details of kissing. playlist ml. wc 1.05k.

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coming home with beomgyu was relieving. it had been a very long, very hard day for you.

you never would’ve expected your day to go this way. it had always just been you, consistently for two years. wake up, go to class, come home alone, study, entertain yourself, go to sleep. but now, you had other commitments in life.

when you woke up and attended your first class, you certainly weren’t expecting to meet beomgyu’s entire friend group for lunch. as much as you wanted to, you knew it was going to be difficult. you were thrown into the deep end of social interaction, after spending years just watching other people swim from up on the lifeguard tower. it was for beomgyu, so you didn’t complain, but you were desperate to get out of there as soon as you could to take a breather.

beomgyu had met you outside of the lecture hall, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your temple. he made a promise to make you feel comfortable, and he stuck true to it. he eased your nerves as you walked towards the agreed meeting spot, and helped settle on your destination beforehand. he held your hand under the table the whole time, always paid attention to you when you spoke and bragged about you to his friends. you loved his effort and couldn’t hold back a smile, but it didn’t make it any easier for you to talk to the four men you didn’t really know.

then you’d had another class, and he dropped you off with a short kiss to say his temporary goodbye.

on your walk home, beomgyu met you in the middle of the street and explained that he was actually coming to pick you up again. naturally, you walked the rest of the way home together and you couldn’t resist inviting him inside.

‘i need a nap,’ you announced, heading straight for your bedroom.

beomgyu took his time to look around your apartment, taking in the cute decor consisting of bear and cat themed things. you slipped your bag off and hung it up on the back of your bedroom door, along with your coat. he ran his fingers along your counter with a smile on his lips, just happy to be there. as he stepped into your bedroom, you were taking your hair out of it’s uncomfortable hairstyle.

‘i love your apartment,’ he commented, walking up to you. the sound of utter relief left your lips once his fingers met your scalp and began massaging the pain away. ‘it’s all very you.’

‘thank you,’ you hummed, eyes closing. but then he pulled his hand away, and wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

‘i’ve been waiting to be this close to you again all day,’ he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. ‘i love my friends, but they’ve kept me away from you.’

‘that, and i had class,’ you agreed. a yawn escaped your lips, but beomgyu made no attempt to move.

you brought your hand up to run along the back of his neck and up to his scalp, slowly playing with his hair. he relaxed into your arms, his hold on you tightening to pull you in even closer. the physical touch was making your heart race and your breath get caught in your throat. you’d never been hugged like this before, and definitely not by someone who had romantic feelings for you.

‘beom?’ you whispered, and he hummed. ‘can we lay down?’

he lifted you from the ground in an instant and you let out a giggle at his actions. his placement of you onto the bed was so soft and so gentle, that you could have melted.

‘better?’ he smiled, settling above you. you nodded, looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. your faces were only inches apart, and you could see it in his eyes that he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted him to kiss you. ‘can i kiss you, y/n?’

‘mhm,’ you nodded, letting your eyes fall shut.

he wasted no time in leaning forward and capturing your lips with his own. you’d kissed him before, it wasn’t new. however, it was different. emotional, passionate, filled with love.

he hummed into your mouth, sliding his tongue through the gap between your parted lips. your fingers softly rubbed against his scalp and played his hair, while one of his hands found purchase on your hip. when he pulled away, he was immediately dipping back down to press shorter, sweeter kisses to your lips.

‘do you want to stay over?’ you thought out loud, and a smirk grew on beomgyu’s lips. ‘i know it seems silly, you only live a matter of seconds away from me.’

‘of course i’ll stay with you, y/n,’ he pecked your nose. ‘but i’m going to order us some food and grab some things first.’

‘okay,’ you smiled softly, bringing him back into a smile-filled kiss. ‘what’s that thing you wanted to talk about?’

of course, how could he forget? as you walked hand-in-hand back to campus after parting with his friends, he told you he needed to speak to you about something serious once you were alone together. now he was looking nervous, having recalled what he had promised himself to ask.

‘i was going to ask you to be my girlfriend,’ he avoided your eyes. ‘i’d forgotten about that.’

‘then ask,’ you smiled, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers.

‘y/n,’ his tone became much more serious. ‘would you do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend?’

‘yes, sir,’ you joked, pointing out his formal tone. ‘i would love to be your girlfriend.’

it was a relief. the awkwardness of his hesitance drifted away and soon he was dragging you over to his own apartment so that he could pick out some essentials. you took in his minimalistic yet perfectly on-brand style of decorating, and then you were going back to eat some very good food and watch a movie together. but the movie was soon forgotten as you got to spilling details of your separate lives and discovering how much deeper your personalities went.

though, neither of you mentioned the anonymous number in each of your contacts.

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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can you write something about being at the conjuring house and something happens to the reader and colby and reader are dating so he comforts her please!!

Evil Lurks Here

It felt so bad cropping Sam out :( I'm never doing that again

We step inside the house, taking in the smell of wood and old house, everything creaking as we take more steps inside. I look over at Kat who is already looking at me, both thinking about the same thing: how creepy and dangerous it feels. I tug on Colby's longsleeve and he turns his attention towards me immediately.

"Are you ok?", he asks concerned

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel the need to ask you to protect me", i hug him from the side and Bury my face in his chest. His cheeks turn pink and kisses the top of my head, his arms squeezing me tight. "Thank you, babe", i get up to kiss his cheek before Sam turns on the camera to film the interview and the whole story of the house. Fans know about my relationship with Colby, but we just choose not to be too clingy with each other on camera.

I follow them close behind and keep checking behind me, feeling like we're being followed. I choose not to interrupt the storytelling, everyone being very invested in all the details, but i just can't focus on that. I check out every corner of every room and watch closely every dark spot that might hold shadows inside of them. This place makes me more paranoid than any other place and it's annoying how i can't keep up with the rest.

"Y/n, are you alright?", Sam snaps me out of my thoughts, not realising i was zoning out on a dark spot on the hallway. Because of that, everyone looked terrified until i answered

"I'm fine, yeah, sorry. I just can't keep focusing on anything. I'm keeping ny guard up cause this place is freaking me out", i exhale loudly and right after that, a loud squeak is heard right next to me. I jump and bump into Colby, who is filming. "Sorry, jesus christ, that was loud"

"If you're not ok, we can go outside and take a break", Colby offers but i shake my head and retake my initial position, next to the squeak.

"I think it might like you", Corey says and i feel like I'm losing my shit. My jaw drops.

"That's what i wanted to hear actually", i fake a laugh and everyone laughs at me.

"Yeah, for real. I've heard footsteps behind us. I think it is following you", he says with a straight face and the boys let out a loud wow, but Kat grabs my hand, terrified as i am

"Oh my god i heard those too", my hand goes to my mouth in disbelief, my eyes watering. He nods and i shake my head. "It's gonna be a long night", i say to the camera and Colby chuckles.

We stop in the bedroom to actually start our investigation. We put on the bed some devices we want to use and each of us finds a spot to sit. I sit in the door frame with the emf reader in my hand, my back facing the hallway, which is the worst placement ever, but i lost at the nose touching game. Who even invented that?

Colby sits on the bed, having the night vision camera (i wanted to say about that thing that u actually tale pictures with but i forgot how it's called) , Sam on a side of the room with the spirit box and Kat, closer to me, with the ovilus.

"If there's anyone here with us, please make yourself known by touching or talking into one of our devices. That's y/n in the door frame, if you're coming next to her, she has in her hand a device that lights up when you walk in front of it. Can you light it up yellow for us? ", Colby says and i see him turning the camera towards me and i shake my head in disbelief of what I'm doing.

Door, the ovilus says and we jump

"Yes, I'm right here. Can you come closer to the device in my hand?", i ask and my voice cracks because of all the emotions I'm feeling at once. A cold sweat drop falls down my spine and i get goosebumps all over my body. My body shakes.

"You ok?", Colby asks and i nod my head.

"Just a shiver"

Cold

"Oh my God", Sam shouts

"A little bit, yeah. It's very cold in this room. Are you here?", i try getting in contact with the spirit

Outside

"Oh great, you're behind me", i laugh sarcastically and i feel a few strands of my hair rising, feeling like a balloon was just scrubbed on my head. I jump from my place and look on the hallway with my phone flashlight. It's nothing there.

Scared

Call

Scream

"What happened?", Colby asks, coming next to me and putting a hand on my waist

"Something grabbed my hair."

Colby

"No it wasn't Colby", Kat says to the ovilus. "Why would it say Colby? That makes no sense"

Cold

"Yeah, it's still very cold in the room. Are you here?", Sam asks and the emf starts lightning up after the question. It spikes to red, then to yellow and then red again. He stops the spirit box, not getting as much from it as we get from the ovilus and i retake my spot in the doorframe to continue the investigation.

We ask a few more questions, some of them being answered by flashlights, that were later brought out. As we want to leave for the living room area, a few footsteps are heard right outside the bedroom. Colby goes out to see of there's anything, but nothing. As i pass the place i previously sat in to grab my phone from the bed, i see in the corner of my eye a small shadow peeking inside the room.

"Oh My God!", i jump on the bed and cross to the other side it to be as far as i can from the entrance. I point my shaky finger to the door, trying to find my words to explain to them what happened. Colby grabs my wrists and sits me down on the bed, his hands then cupping my cheeks to calm me down.

"Breathe, baby, calm down. What happened? I've never seen you so scared", he hugs me tight and i inhale and exhale, trying to regain my breath and steady my heart rate. I realise it's bad when i see that Sam's still filming and Colby didn't use my name and came to confort me no matter what.

"Something peeked inside the room", i manage to say and i feel pressure on my forehead and on my chest. I push Colby a little bit and he understands that i need some space. I take in two long breaths and Sam cuts the recording to make sure I'm fine. "It was small, i don't know, it looked like a kid. Maybe he thought we were playing", i get up from the bed and involuntary look outside the room, but Sam turned on the light on the hallway. I sigh relieved.

"What's that on your chest?", Kat points to my exposed chest and walks over to me, loosening my V-neck just so she can see better. "You're scratched", she says and moves away so Colby and Sam can see. Sam starts recording again and gives Colby the camera to film the part of my chest that's marked.

"It felt weird filming that", Sam laughs and Colby chuckles

"Are you ok? Does it hurt or anything?", Colby's concern makes my cheeks get reddish. This and all the sudden attention makes me a little uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, Colbs. I really am. Let's just go downstairs.", i say and grab him by the empty arm, his hand busy holding the spirit box. As we were entering the living room, i feel a sharp pain in my back, which makes me wince and stop in my tracks, not being able to move anymore." Oh fuck that hurts ", my hand is on the spot that hurts and Colby is quick to put an arm around me and help me walk outside.

"We're done here for now", he demands and everyone agrees, too many things happening at once. We all leave the equipment inside and get to the car. "Does it hurt anymore?", he asks and i nod.

"Not too much, but i can still feel it. Wanna take a look? I don't think it's the age that's causing this", i try to crack a joke, but they're all too concerned about what's going on.

Colby lifts my t-shirt up and i feel his fists holding it. I can tell he's angry and i feel bad for putting him in such a position.

"You have a bruise", his voice cracks and i try not to freak out. "A full on purple spot on your back", he let's go of my shirt and walks away, his face covered in his hands. "It's all my fault"

"What? Why?", i ask, walking towards him. I hear Sam and Kat moving away to give us some privacy. "Babe, there's no way", i hug him and he hugs me tight.

"I'm sorry for taking you here. And i know you're freaking out inside. I know you too well not to know that. Just know that i won't let anything happen to you. Ok?", he glues his forehead to mine.

"I know that, babe. I'm just really scared now, to be really honest with you. I lie most of the times that I'm ok, but I'm really not this time.", i barely talk out loud, feeling ashamed that I'm scared and ruining their investigation

"It's ok to be scared, baby. Trust me, we've been through this too, we'll call it a night and come back another time.", Colby says and i shot my eyes up at him

"We're not going anywhere. I'm not ruining the night even more. Let's just stay here for 5 more minutes and we'll go back inside.", i say and watch him look at me really deep in the eyes.

"You know, when we started dating i didn't think you'd be braver than me.", Colby laughs and kisses me on the lips, holding me by the small of my back. He deepens the kiss and i allow him every movement. Taken away by the feeling, his grab on my back gets tighter and i let out a moan of pain when he touches the bruise.

"That was so unnecessary", i grab my back like an old person

"I'm so sorry.", he laughs and hugs me more carefully this time, kissing ny forehead.

"Ok, I'm fine now. Let's go back inside.", i say loud so Kat and Sam could hear me and head to the house. "I'm so lucky to have you next to me, Colbs. Please, never let go of me", i say and intertwine our fingers

"I'll never let you go, baby"

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dating svt's performance unit ✰

a/n: yes hello this is a repost, hope you enjoy <3 | gn!reader, mlist, wc: ~1k, cw: food mention.

✰ JUN

gemini sun, and venus, aries moon

playful and lighthearted, this man likes to be kept on his toes in a relationship! he is truly a child at heart, so i don't think he'd do well with someone who is overly serious or even gloomy. i feel that aries moon people get discredited for their caring side, but in my opinion they can be the most precious friends. they usually aren't afraid to show that they do care about you, and they are always ready to cheer you up. they can also be very passionate in love, so don't underestimate this man!!

taurus mercury and mars

in contrast to his other placements, his taurus mercury and mars make him pretty down-to-earth and reliable. he likes being helpful and wants to make life easier for the people around him. he is good at staying calm in serious situations and likes to appreciate his loved ones for who they are. i think his taurus mars especially calms his aries moon a lot, and he'd be a sweet mix between a childish but caring boyfriend.

dating jun is playful and sweet, calm and full of comfort. he wants nothing else than to be himself around you, and wants the same to go for you. it's finding the fun in every setting, it's only having eyes for each other when you meet, it's fuzzy blankets and hushed giggles. it's late-night dates and shy hand holding, and lovesick eyes when you think nobody is watching.

✰ HOSHI

gemini sun, moon and mercury

our gemini king will need lots of constant mental stimulation. he will want his partner to be able to keep up with him! he is a hard worker and clearly very passionate about his life as an idol, so i don't think he would like it if his s/o would try to keep him small or try to make him neglect his job. similar to jun, he is a child at heart and good humor is essential in his relationships. he's playful and energetic, and definitely someone who cares deeply about the people he loves (but may have a hard time showing it in a serious manner!)

gemini venus and mars

considering he has gemini placements literally everywhere, i don't want to repeat myself too much. words of affirmation would definitely be present in his love languages, whether that be him giving or rather receiving it from his s/o. gemini can have problems with moving past a more superficial state in a relationship and really get to the gist of it, so i think someone who isn't afraid to make the first step could be really attractive to him (especially bc he can be a big overthinker, so a calming energy (calming in the emotional sense) can really give his mind some quiet i think!)

dating hoshi is spontaneous and giggly. it's talking about things you've never given a second thought about and enjoying talking to one another more than to anyone else. you'd always be the first to know when anything minor happened to him. it’s countless inside jokes, a soft smile to match, and pinky promises in the dark. it's stroking each other's hair and feathery kisses, toothy smiles, and cursing at whoever left an empty toothpaste package on the sink.

✰ MINGHAO

scorpio sun and mercury, venus in capricorn

this boy is an intense guy, he doesn’t like to play games at all! he might find it amusing at first, but i feel like most cap venus people grow tired of things like that really quickly. he might like it more when someone is very genuine but mysterious. as in someone doesn’t necessarily try to hide their personality, but they are just naturally hard to figure out. somebody committed and passionate since he is the same. he’d take loving someone insanely serious, and only settle for someone who feels right.

aquarius moon, sagittarius mars

in contrast to the placements before, this brings some brightness to his chart! his aquarius would love to be able to talk about absolutely anything and everything, even if it’s ridiculous (but he’d definitely let you know that it is). his sag mars gives him a humorous side, he may have a hard time finding this carefree side of him, but it does exist somewhere inside of his pretty little head. sag mars people also reeeaaallly love when people can make them laugh <3

dating hao is like fire and water at the same time. it’s intimate but light-hearted, committed but carefree. it’s bickering about the most mundane things but big decisions feel so easy to do with him. it’s loving looks from across the room, it’s wanting to know every single secret the other has ever had. it’s talking until you start hearing birds chirping outside your bedroom windows, but enjoying a comfortable silence alongside each other just as much.

✰ DINO

aquarius sun and moon, leo mercury

if this is giving one thing, then it’s giving a man full of ideas. he’d love someone witty who’s good with quick responses, it doesn’t matter if they are relatively quiet as a person or not. leo moons care so deeply about their loved ones (esp together with his water mars!) but he may have a hard time showing it in a serious manner. similar to hao, he’d love discussing literally anything and would probably be a good mix between the best friend type of boyfriend and the romantic type (again, that water mars of his!).

capricorn venus, pisces mars

despite his rather carefree air and fire placements, this gives me the idea that dino is a big softie at heart who has an exact idea of a perfect romance in his head. it may be hard to come close to his idealization of love, but i think once he’s found the one, he’d abandon everything he ever expected before. with his leo moon, he could be type to fall head over heels pretty quickly, but be really good at hiding it. he’d be afraid of rejection or how his s/o would fit into his life (as an idol but also in general). so patience is key with this guy, but surely it shall be rewarded with a loving dino by your side!

dating dino is making fun of each other when you get scared of a rollercoaster ride, only for you both to step off it in tears. it’s like the taste of strawberries on a hot summer day, and like entering the cozy warmth of your bed after hours of hard work. it’s randomly gifting each other things because they reminded you of one another and being able to finish the other’s sentences without even sparing the other a glance. it's head bumps and loud laughter, holding onto each other so you don't fall of your respective seats.

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Kaedehara Kazuha Accidentally Kills You (x reader)

● ————————— GENSHIN

requested by the one, the only, the ultimate kazuha simp

→ ABOUT / Befriending this emotional mess of a human after he lost his old best friend, you two decided to travel together across Teyvat, now finding yourself on your way to Inazuma aboard Beidou's ship. Now you find yourself stuck in a stalemate, trying to... "make him yours." ( Also I think this would be an AU? where Kazuha isn't over the death of his friend )

→ DEMOGRAPHIC / gn ! reader

→ CW / you die + minor angst + kissing I am so sorry

→ EXTRA / I am sincerely sorry for anyone who possibly followed this page for serious content like the last post. Also I'm not proofreading this because I don't feel like it.

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You were stuck up in Beidou's quarters hearing her lecture you on how now was the perfect chance to tell Kazuha how you felt. Nervously, you nodded to her, exiting the room, disappointed with her advice. Maybe she was just drunk, our outright insane, but you got a really bad feeling about this idea of hers.

Going down the steps, you looked to your left, eyeing the shores of the Guyun Stone Forest in the distance, then to your right, noticing Kazuha, standing over the railing, watching the waves and the ship's reflection, glimmering calmly at the open sea.

Sighing once, before approaching him, you got ready to do what you've been waiting to do for months now. This area of the ship was quiet, with only a few familiar ship hands hauling barrels and crates, as well as drinking and having loose conversation with each other.

"How's it going, Kazuha?" You approached Kazuha, as he turned, surprised by your sudden apperance.

"Oh, hey y/n. I'm fine, just thinking," he said quietly. "It's not much, don't worry."

"Is it your old friend again?" You really didn't like how often he'd think and talk about his old friend. Kazuha needed to just move on, and get in your league-

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"It's like, all you can think about these days. Don't you think it's time to just relax, and enjoy our traveling?" You stepped closer, taking Kazuha's hand softly.

"It's not that easy, y/n. I didn't even get to tell him how I feel," he whispered the last part, looking down, almost as if he was about to tear up.

The waves continued to crash, the air brushing you with mist, as your heartbeat increased, panicking on how to tell Kazuha how you felt.

"Well, if it helps, I think I'm starting to feel like you did. Traveling with you has been such an honor, and-"

Kazuha scoffed, beginning to cry. He then walked over to hug you, sharing his feelings.

● ————————— I am sincerely sorry ————————— ●

timeskip btw

You now found yourself propped up on the railing of the ship, kissing Kazuha passionately, not a care in the world for whatever else was happening in the moment.

That ultimately led to Beidou scaring you two, as she emerged from the kitchen, holding a big plate of steaming food, grinning proudly. "Yeah, I've been watching this almost the whole time. Either way, congratulations on the relationship. I cooked a meal to celebrate," she announced happily, stumbling over to where you two were spending your first hours of your romance.

"Oh, hey Beidou." Kazuha quickly backed away from you, turning his head to look at her. "Sorry, we were busy, you could say."

You nod, as she only laughs, holding the plate out. Though, she didn't notice that there had been a pile of planks on the floor. Losing grip of the plate, she fell over, pushing into Kazuha.

And since you were still sitting on the railing considering it'd been the best angle to be intimate with your new boyfriend, it set up the perfect placement for you three to turn into human dominos.

So, now you found yourself being shoved off of the railing by Kazuha. You were what, a few hours into this relationship, and you were already getting hurt?

Scratch that- you didn't know how to even swim. And Kazuha knew that. Shooting up off of the floor quickly, he looked over the railing to watch you flying down into the water below.

Cussing under her breath, Beidou ran off. Kazuha kept watching you, worried for his life, watching you slowly drift away from the ship's keel, and then floating farther back, waiting for the abyssal waters to eat you up.

Crying again, Kazuha couldn't watch anymore. He flung his head away from the sight, running off to go recollect what just happened.

Beidou's ship did come back for you; however, as she looked out of the window, all she saw was your lifeless body drifting aimlessly. It'd been too late. Curses. Kazuha was going to kill her.

Well, Hu Tao would be getting another customer, at the very least.

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NSFW warning!! S3x in astrology 💕⚡️

What does astrology say about your s*xuality? What can astrology tell us about our k*nks and f*tishes?

Check for your venus sign and house placement as well as your 5H and 8H signs + any planets in your 5th and 8th house.

But first!!

I focus mainly on venus in this post instead of mars simply because I believe it gives us a deeper explanation of our s*xual side.

Obvious trigger warning for s*x and I mention many topics of a dark theme in this post. Please do not read if you're sensitive to these topics or if you have s*xual triggers.

Aries venus, 1H venus, aries/mars in 5H/8H 🌙

Aggressive s*x. Fast s*x, hard s*x, energetic s*x. The type of s*x that gets messy, sweaty, and passionate. Facials. maybe sucking. Hair pulling. The type to finish first or even too soon. It's important to this placement to receive s*xual stimulation so they like surprises. This placement likes surprises, they like to try new things. S*x may help them with self discovery or it may be a huge part of their identity and self. May be known for their way of doing things in the bedroom. When they have intercourse it is easier to express vulnerability, often times s*x is their main way of expressing affection.

Taurus venus, 2H venus, taurus/venus in 5H/8H 🌙

Sensual s*x, lot's of it. Overstimulation, multiple o's. The type to take substances that enhance pleasure during private times. Sugar daddy/mommy/baby vibes. This placement might be into spoiling or being spoiled. Neck kisses. Hickeys. Choking. Dirty talk, talking dirty and being told dirty things. Might have a thing for specific voices, likes partners that are vocal during intercourse. Probably vocal during it too. Any k*nk could apply, what they want most is pleasure. If it pleases them, they want more of it.

Gemini venus, 3H venus, gemini/mercury in 5H/8H 🌙

A little similar to taurus venus, likes dirty talk. Into certain voices and is vocal during s*x, wants their partner to be vocal too. S*xting. This placement doesn't necessarily want to try new things every time they get dirty but they can switch between different k*nks and turn ons. Just because something gets them off once does not mean it'll work for them again, sometimes they like to break routine. Choking, fingering, hand jobs, sucking fingers. The complete opposite of vanilla, they want fun, entertaining s*x. They want s*x that stimulates them s*xually but also mentally. Teasing, this placement likes anticipating all that will happen to them, all the unexpected things that could go down.

Cancer venus, 4H venus, cancer/moon in 5H/8H 🌙

Private s*x, vulnerable s*x, bonding through s*x. If this person is attracted to women, breasts. Likes their partner's stomach, might even be into a lil belly. Could be very fertile, attracts fertile partners, might be into breeding or pregnancy. Could be into pregnant stomachs specifically or sucking on lactating n!ps. Crying. Those attracted to women are likely into more feminine, submissive types. Those attracted to men are usually into more masculine, dominant types. This placement often needs an emotional connection before they can have s*x, prefers s*x with an emotional bond. Intimate s*x. S*x with someone they can take care of, someone that'll care for them. Masochism, sadism, inflicting pain or intense feelings. S*x with someone they can relate to emotionally. Feels most comfortable when with someone they're close to. Likes a partner that will be all over them, clingy partners, someone that knows them best and will love them for their best. Likes s*xual partners that they can build a real life with.

Leo venus, 5H venus, leo/sun in 5H/8H 🌙

Hair pulling, cliché I know. Praise. Maybe really into monogamy and committing, they like when others commit to them. This placement likes when their s*xual partners show loyalty to them so while this can manifest as hyper-monogamy, it could also manifest as someone that wants multiple partners to commit to them and only them. Back rubs, maybe even scratching. This placement wants to express themselves during s*x, it can be like a form of emotional or artistic expression for them. This placement puts on a performance in bed and often times they give much more than they receive, very generous in bed.

Virgo venus, 6H venus, virgo/mercury in 5H/8H 🌙

Another placement that is very generous in bed, likes to do favors. Usually open to trying new things and they don't mind stopping to help a partner out for a minute. This placement isn't very expressive of their emotions during day to day life even if they're in a relationship with you, they express their affection through the smaller things. This placement often expresses their emotional side through s*x. Likely to be more affectionate in private. This placement can indicate anxiety in bed, issues with perfectionism and trying to be perfect during intercourse. Wants to be absolutely perfect for their partner, another placement that performs a bit during intercourse. Uses s*x as a coping mechanism, healthily or unhealthily. Incorporates s*x into their routine. Dirty talk. S*xting. Noisy s*x.

Libra venus, 7H venus, libra/venus in 5H/8H 🌙

Maybe p!ss k*nk, i'm sorry but it's true. Sensual, romantic intercourse. Butt play. Anal. Slapping. Might have a nice butt, definitely into good butts. Massaging. Butt rubs? Rubs all over of course, included in foreplay for some of these natives. Back rubs especially. Good in bed, they value giving to their partners. They want to make sure their partner is enjoying the moment just as much as they are. Becomes disinterested when they don't receive as much as they're giving, when they're not being pleased the way they'd like. Sweet s*x. When they're really interested, emotional s*x. Sweet with their s*xual partners, serious or casual.

Scorpio venus, 8H venus, scorpio/mars/pluto in 5H/8H 🌙

Kinky. Into the less acceptable, taboo k*nks. Public play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sub & dom dynamic, corruption, cnc, ddlg, intense bdsm. Has s*xual fantasies that are often frowned upon, now this doesn't apply to every single person with this placement but this CAN manifest as cheating, stalking, r*pe, and abusing people. Just a personal observation but i've noticed that people with this placement are also more likely to be caught for some reason. The type to take too much or more than they give. Intense, emotional s*x (remember, anger and fear are emotions as well) Overstimulation. Toxic or socially frowned upon dynamics. This could manifest as large age gaps, toxic relationships, someone that manipulates and uses their partner, corrupting and being corrupted. Aggressive, deep, stimulating s*x. More likely than other placements to develop s*x addiction. Domination. Being dominant or being dominated. Praise. Maybe p*ss k!nk. anal. butt play. anal plugs? S*x in natural areas, intercourse in nature. More likely to use spit as lubricant I think. This placement embraces their natural, truest s*xual self. Sneaky links, secret romantic and s*xual relationships. Sometimes hides things in romantic and s*xual connections. Like virgo, they can use s*x as a coping mechanism in a healthy or unhealthy way.

Sagittarius venus, 9H venus, sagittarius/jupiter in 5H/8H 🌙

Has good thighs, a lover of some good thighs. Booty too. J*rking off with thighs? Anal. A$s slapping. Might be into foreigners or attract romantic and s*xual partners of a different nationality, race, or ethnicity. Riding. Doggy. Quickies, open to trying new things. Learns through s*x. S*x may have an impact on this native's spiritual, philosophical, and religious beliefs. S*x is a huge part of this placement's life, very important to them in a relationship. Doesn't mind making noises and communicating. Weird k*nks. The type to be into feet lmfao

Capricorn venus, 10H venus, capricorn/saturn in 5H/8H 🌙

Power play. Sub & dom dynamic, omg everyone says this but sugar daddy/mommy/baby material. Needs someone to be of service, likes giving or receiving s*xual favors. Riding, doggy, even missionary and thrusting. Pinning someone down/being pinned down. Corruption. Praise. This placement is usually good in bed because they really value being of service. Not only do they want to be of service to their s*xual partners, they expect their partners to be of service to them too. Someone receives a favor so they can give a favor in return. Biting. Likes to figure out their s*xual partner's k!nks by testing different ideas on them or they like their partner to do this to them. S*xually experienced, knows what they're doing and they're committed to the act. They are committed to doing their best and they won't settle for mediocrity in return. Probably likes being called daddy or mommy. Public s*x, public affairs, making a living off of s*x. Could indicate making p0rn. May sleep with their co-workers or find their partner through work.

Aquarius venus, 11H venus, aquarius/saturn/uranus in 5H/8H 🌙

Similar to scorpio, this placement is into more taboo and socially frowned upon k*nks. Has likely experimented with their sexuality a lot. S*x interests them, this placement views s*x in a scientific and literal way. This placement views s*x logically, they know they feel tense and they know there's nothing wrong with trying to relieve that tension. Another placement that values equality in bed simply because they don't see the point in staying with someone that isn't meeting their needs. Likes many positions. Good at riding, thrusting, fingering, rubbing, licking, sucking, hand jobs. Generally this placement just has great stamina. Definitely in touch with their sexuality, always willing to try something new. Could struggle with hyper-sexuality or hypo-sexuality. S*xting, sending nudes, role play, doing sexy things on call. M*sturbation. Maybe likes watching their partners get off. Unique, unusual positions. S*x in random places. Just as giving as they receive, communicative in bed. This placement listens to feedback and criticism because they want to improve at what they do. It's a turn off to this placement when their partner doesn't put in as much effort. They expect to receive just as much as they give and they don't feel bad about it because they think effort in a connection is the bare minimum, even if the connection is purely s*xual. Three somes? Four somes? S*x with multiple partners lol

Pisces venus, 12H venus, pisces/jupiter/neptune in 5H/8H 🌙

Somnophilia, wet dreams, s*x magic, s*x as a way to connect with a partner spiritually. S*x as a way to heal themselves from unconscious struggles, s*x as a coping mechanism. Feet 😏 Soft, intimate, pleasurable s*x. It's easier for this placement to become addicted to s*x. Multiple o's. Into p0rn, eroticas, hentai, scenes in movies. Might like hearing about other's fantasies or other's living out their fantasy. Unrealistic expectations, wants more than they usually get. This placement can be anxious in bed and often times their partners don't put in as much effort as them. Likes to be randomly teased, random touches, tickling. Rubbing them all over, holding their hands. Physical closeness. Wants their partner to automatically know what they want when getting dirty, not the best with communication unless they decide to work on bettering their communication skills. Being babied, being cared for, this placement wants their s*xual partner to be gentle with them. Romantic, sensual, creative s*x. Secret relationships, secret intercourse. Uses s*x to heal inner conflicts and trauma.

#astro observations #astro notes #astrology #astro community #spirituality #tarot #pick a card #gemini #6th house #virgo

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cutedice · 2 years

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Happy Family

Ship: Ace x (Pregnant)GN!Reader WC: 957 Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of symptoms Placement: Modern AU Synopsis: Ace is nervous as to why you planned a fancy day, and then he decides to tell everyone about it.

Ace smiled at you. He had a certain undertone to it though, suspicious gazes glancing towards the bag by your chair.

You invited him out, you usually had dates throughout the week, but there was a planned feeling to this one. That was unordinary. You two, especially him, weren't spontaneous at best and date nights were full of indecisive decisions and last minute plans.

He had an enjoyment for the freedom of it all; that was why he liked you to begin with.

But now he was anxious. This was organized, precise. You had made reservations at this nice restaurant in town, you looked excited but just as nervous.

He was nervous.

He snapped out of his mind when he heard him name, and he looked at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, sorry," he said. "I guess I'm just confused… is today special?"

You gave him a funny look before telling him it wasn't special yet, but you were hoping it would be.

That helped him relax. "I'm sure it'll be special. You make everyday a little special," he said, reaching out and gently taking your hands in his. "You're the greatest."

You smiled and told him you could tell he was still nervous.

In reply, he gently squeezed your hands. "I'm… a little nervous," he admitted. "What're you doin' all this for?"

He watched as you removed your hands and then reached down for the bag. After a small hesitation, you grabbed it and then held it over to him.

He was happy he wasn't the only one who was nervous. He took it, glancing at it before he looked at you again. "This is for me?"

He waited for you to nod before he carefully opened it and reached in. He pulled out a few things after that. One was a small envelope and the other one was a very small cowboy hat and boots. He snorted before looking at you. "Are we getting a pet?" he guessed.

He looked very confused to be told no.

And then he looked at them again. Then he eyed the envelope and his eyes widened slightly. "No…" he breathed, his hands growing shaky as he slowly opened it. Inside was some film. He pulled it out, tears brimming in his eyes.

He looked at you.

You explained that you knew the whole thing was cheesy, but you wanted to tell him in a fun way. Especially since you two had been trying for months to have a kid.

He looked to the film again, studying the ultrasound. "(Y/N)," he sounded so emotional just saying your name. "I can't believe it," he looked at you again and a wide smile cracked across his face. "I'm gonna be a dad!" he couldn't help himself, he slid out of his chair and went to you, hugging you tight and peppering kisses over your face. "We're gonna be parents!"

He laughed and then he drifted off, snoring.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead. You were happy he was so excited.

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You both had decided to not keep it a secret from everyone else, being very upfront and open the next time you both had a chance to see everyone.

That day ended up being right before a camping trip Luffy was planning. Ace and you were both planning on attending, but by now you were experiencing symptoms and would rather tell everyone before rather than during and have a panic.

Sabo sat by you both, eying the trashcan you kept in front of you. "You feeling alright, (Y/N)?" he asked. "If you're sick you don't have to come. Ace can stay too," he pointed out.

"Are you sick?" Chopper asked, looking concerned. Luffy babysat him on the weekends, which is why he was coming along. His mom had given the okay without too much of a fight, Chopper was pretty gifted medically and he knew how to handle things.

Which is why you also didn't want to keep it a secret during the trip. You knew for sure that he'd figure you out one way or another.

"They're not sick," Ace answered. "Well, not… all the time. Are you sick right now?" he asked, looking at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, before reassuring everyone that you were fine. You patted your belly then and looked at Ace. You gave him a nod, the go ahead.

"Actually guys," he said, slowly and taking one last glance at you to make sure it was okay. Then, he looked out to everyone else. "Me and (Y/N) are gonna be parents!" He sounded just as excited saying I now as he did when you first told him.

The room exploded into reactions almost immediately. Sabo almost fell trying to get up to just look at you two. No one could believe it, but in a good way.

"We told the old man and Dadan already too," Ace said, "plus my whole office knows. Took everything in my power to stop Pops from throwing a huge party."

"So we were the last people to know?" Luffy asked in betrayal. "I thought I was the favorite! I better be the favorite uncle," he huffed, crossing his arms.

Sabo had a few things to say to that statement, the two ready to fight with each other.

You expected that much. Nami and Robin offered to take you shopping for baby clothes and Franky offered to help build a nursery in the house.

You were happy.

You squeezed Ace's hand, and looked at him in the midst of the chaos.

You told him the baby was going to have the best family in the world.

He looked at you with a fond smile. "I know."

#Ace #one piece ace #ace one piece #ace x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece #might make a prequal type beat tha features a Convo between the reader and him about planning for a family #might make it hurt ckmfort type beat but itll end nice #key word is might

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pandasized-crevice · 2 years

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MY FRESH JUST WATCHED KINNPORSCHE EP 14 THOUGHTS

are y’all freaking ready cus I’m not😭

back at the house okok

Ig after he remembers he’ll go get Korns headass?

Vegas looks so innocent and sweet just then

As you should protect pete!!!!

OH PORSCHE IS REMEMBERING

Baby chay!! 🥺so cute

PHOENIX TATTOO ORGINS

Bitch im gonna cry DEADASS

OH WE THERE THE WHOLE TIME🕴🏻

I’m scared Porsche is gonna shoot Korn on accident and kinns gonna come in at that moment

OH KINN IS HERE

Tell them the ACTUAL TRUTH KORN

Say sike we can’t be c o u s i n s 🕴🏻

SIDEBAR:Everyone was so quick to be like omg they’re cousins as if Korn would let them be together/bring them together if they were actually blood related

There it is:foster sister

GUN YOU FUCKER

W H A T NO😦

OH SHIT KORN HAVING A STROKE

Kinn don’t look at him like that🤨

ALL THE BROTHERS FINALLY

it would be their dad nearly dying that brings them together

wait…😶

WAIT😬

KORN DIED?!?OH SHIT I THOUGHT HE’D PULL THROUGH

oh kinn THAT DAMNED RING BRO

YOU SHOULDVE DIED GUN (he better die on god)

wait poisoned?i thought the stress of the truth got him…..🤨

His dad dead and he can’t even mourn DAMNED MAFIA LIFE

Porsche my boy☹️

Hey girlies💃🕺

All these whores underestimating my boy 😤

YUHHH MAFIA LEADER KINN THINGS

oh lord there goes the minor families boys

Vegas in the tan suit🥵

pause:are vegas pants like flared? thats giving

Wait if Chan dies……😶

OH TELL HIM CHAN

Chan you are so cool sir🗣🧎‍♀️

ITS STARTING WHORES ITS STARTING

🚨THE MAFIA SHOW IS MAFIAING🚨🔫

NO CHAN I WAS JUST KIDDING NOOOO

DAMNIT SOMEONE BETTER END GUN DEADASS

one last smoke i salute you chan🫡

GOOD LORD MY BOYS

POL NO YALL CAN'T TAKE POL TOO

FUCK THEM UP KINNPETE

PORSCHE PLEASE PULL UP SOON

YESSSS OUR BOY IS HERE

FUCK YES DUDE OMG

kinns "porsche" AYAHAHAH

THIS QUEEN GO GIRL YESS

it time hoes

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM ON YOUR SIDE AHAHAHhAHAHFHBDRJ.FJKRHFNJERHNER ER

🗣YESSSSSSSS THE GUN SPINNING🗣

KINN PLEASE🫣😳😏

FINALLY FREEFALL WITH KINNPORSCHE

*the woman was too in awe & stunned to speak*

CRAP KINN GET UP

NO PORSCHE FUCK YOU VEGAS

pete NOWS YOUR TIME WHERE ARE YOU

NOT PORSCHE NOT THE HEART

um.....🤨🕴🏻

TANKHUN?!?!

YESSS MY KING ARM DOES IT AGAIN🫶

ERIKA YOU ARE A QUEEN

YESSSSS GO GIRL🫶

HEY CHAY

hair dye product placement nice nice

AHAHA KIM IS THERE TO PROTECT CHAY

FUCK THEM UP KIM YESSS

his face dude 😂

chay just chilling while kim fighting for their lives💀

kim the badass you are🧎‍♀️

NO NOT ERIKA😦😩

no fuck you,you killed my parents

OOOOOOH WHAT😯

NO FUCKING WAY 😦

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK😧

these fools i stg

PETE!!!!!!!!!GET HIM PETE FR

shiiiiiit🫢

OHHH MY GOD

SAY FUCKING SIKE RN

HE'S ALIVE?!??????!!!!!dude what the fuck

NO FUCKING WAY

YALL ARE SHITTING ME

SHE'S A L I V E?!?!

dude once again WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

W O W

DUDE WHATS THE ACTUAL FUCKING TRUTH

man i'd shoot korn anyway,just a little🤏

oh hey vegas

your dad was trash vegas highkey better this way

AND IF VEGAS SHOOTS KORN WHAT THEN🧍🏻

pete don't leave NOO PETE STAY WITH US

bro im crying

damn that was an all day fight huh

bitch im sobbing

*THE WOMAN WAS TOO FUCKING STUNNED TO SPEAK WTF*

WHAT?! PORSCHE MAFIA LEADER ERA?!😮

oh so chay didn't know kim was there?typical

OOOOOH YEAH PORSCHE HEAD OF MINOR FUCKING FAMILY LOOK HIM ASHHEK.FIWRN🫡👏

NOT THE TRASITION TO WHEN HE FIRST GOT TO THE HOUSE😭

HE. IS.SO.FUCKING.F I N E😳

yall see their fucking rings bitch im levitating

THESE BITCHES ARE SO HOT POWER FUCKING COUPLE BITCH

TANKHUN AND TAY YES!!!!!!!

yes and pol is okay thank god

hey chay what goes on

THIS IS THE LOOKING AT HIS PHONE AND CRYING SCENE

ITS KIM SINGING WHY DONT YOU FUCKING STAY!?HIS CONFESSION TO CHAY😭

jeff fucking it up rn AS HE SHOULD YUH

OH WE ON DA BOAT

tankhun getting emotional i love him you honor

porsche not that type of surprise girl💀😏

dude just....apo is so fucking gorgeous who allowed this

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MILE

porsche smacking kinns ass is something i never knew i needed

kinn bartender era!

kinn is so fucking cheesy

BOTH OF THEM ARE THE HAND KISS PLS

I KNEW VEGAS HOE ASS WAS ALIVE

you can't kill the devil that easily😈

become one? sounds like a marriage proposal

dude i fucking love them so.much

tankhun just like me fr

their mom deserved so much better☹️

this is heartbreaking 😭

PETE MY BOY

the last glimpse we see of macau and he's asleep

WHY YOU THINK GIRL

bro stop look at them 😭just a little family fr☹️🫶

WHAT A FUCKING ROLLARCOASTER MAN. but it was an honor to ride it with yall my fellow kinnporschers🫡

#cellulars fjwkpt #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai series #thai bl series #kinnporsche finale #kinnporsche ep14 #i love kinnporsche #I’m gonna miss them dude😭#season two when pls & thx

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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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The Nanny

Chapter 1

Taeyong x fem reader

genre: mafia au! dad taeyong!

warnings: none (?)

word count: 3.3K

authors note: I am really unsure how to feel about this, the last fic I wrote took me over a year to write it to the point where I was satisfied enough to post it and this was written really quickly compared to that. I have general idea of what's gonna happen it's just getting to those points that makes me unsure about this whole thing. If you read MDAP, and are now reading this, the updates won't be as frequent. MDAP as a whole came out within a month, this one is definitely gonna take more time than that, and I don't have like a definite timeline. I will also have irl obligations, so those obligations will definitely affect the schedule of this fic. but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

4.231 GPA, 6 years of sports, 10 years of playing piano, 3 years of flute, 2 years of president of yearbook club, 6 honor classes, 8 advanced placement classes and 8 dual credit classes, but still not enough to earn a full scholarship. And of course you had to choose the most expensive and time consuming major of biology, pre-med.

However the universe doesn’t hate you completely, landing a practically perfect job, the nanny of one adorable 4 year old girl who has an amazingly hot and single but also rich father. Lee Taeyong, the youngest head of an investment group, runs multiple businesses a day, practically making more money in a minute than some do in a lifetime. And you were just his daughter’s nanny.

Life isn’t the dream at the moment, but it’s perfect for you. Going to school during the day, working to get your degree, then picking up little Dasom from preschool, then watching her at her home until Taeyong comes home from work. And Taeyong paid you well enough, where you didn’t need to work a second job. Your life was set, and you were content.

You finished tucking little Lee Dasom into bed, but she insisted on staying up and waiting for her dad to put her to bed. Taeyong always said that Dasom had to be in bed by 9, but he was always home to put her to bed himself, he had never missed bedtime. Not once in the year that you’ve been watching Dasom did Taeyong ever miss bedtime, so the fact that he missed tonight, was more than odd. Thinking nothing of it except that he lost track of time, you pushed away any worry and began some household chores.

You finished washing the dishes, glancing at the clock, it was only 9:26pm, not even 9:30 yet you thought. Folding the laundry, 9:41, it’s only 40 minutes, maybe there was extra traffic from the office. Putting away the toys, 9:56, only an hour, doesn't grant any reason for worry. Pushing all thought of Taeyong and his tardiness away, you went about finishing the chores.

When you finally had the house practically sparkling, did you plop down on the couch and once again glance at the clock on the wall 11:23pm. Taeyong shouldn’t be this late. Just before you could put any more thought into his whereabouts, the front down slammed open, there he stood. His hair disheveled, his tie pulled loose from his neck, his dress shirt more loose than appropriate, his brows locked in a furrow, his appearance had your heart racing. “Pack a bag for Dasom, we’re leaving,” he practically barked out at you.

“Mr. Lee,” your voice got caught in your throat when he whipped his head back to look at you. Taeyong was always calm and collected anytime you interacted with him, you never saw him display any emotion except pure, wholesome love for his daughter. Whenever he would walk through the front door, he was Dasom’s father and nothing more. This Taeyong that stood before you, was not the Taeyong you knew.

“(y/n), pack a bag for Dasom, we’re leaving now,” Taeyong requested again, this time softer, gentler, and you couldn’t help but nod along. You rushed up the steps into Dasom’s bedroom, where the little girl laid fast asleep, you pulled a bag out of the closet. Shoving all the clothes you could fit, unsure where they were going, or how long they would be gone. Packing some of her favorite toys, a few bath things, and some hair stuff too. You wrapped the little girl in her blanket, scoping her up into your arms.

You exit the room, just about to make your way down the steps when you hear, “Taeyong!” A man’s voice you couldn’t recognize yelled out, instinctively pulling Dasom closer to you, “we need to go now.”

You rushed down the stairs, careful not to trip. Taeyong watched you descend the staircase, “Are you ready to go?” He questioned, which startled you.

“Mr. Lee, I don’t understand,” your lack of knowledge clearly made Taeyong more frustrated.

“We need to go, are you ready?”

“I can’t go with you Mr. Lee, I still have school and,”

“Johnny,” Taeyong said, looking directly at you, a fire lit behind his eyes, “take (y/n) and Dasom to the car, now.” A man, whom you could only assume was Johnny, moved gripping your arm tightly, practically dragging you into an SUV.

“My bag,” you whispered out, tightly holding Dasom against your chest, her bag on your shoulder, luckily Johnny heard you and nodded. Closing the car, you and Dasom being the only one’s in the car now. You placed Dasom in her carseat, that was in the third row, carefully strapping her in to not wake her. Putting her bag down by her feet, you peered out to the house, and watched Taeyong followed by a group of men leave the house.

You watched a man open the car door for Taeyong, him slipping into the seat next to yours, as that man jumped into the driver seat, while Johnny jumped into the passenger seat. “Let’s go,” Taeyong spoke, pulling out his phone scrolling through what you could only assume was emails.

Johnny turned around looking at you, placing your bag in your lap, “here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, afraid to disturb whatever Taeyong was doing. Here you sat in an SUV, with two strange unknown men, your extremely handsome and rich boss, and his daughter driving to god knows where at 11:30 at night. Just a typical Thursday night at work. “Mr. Lee, where are we going?”

“Call me Taeyong, only my employees call me Mr. Lee,” he said without sparing you a single glance.

“I am your employee sir.”

“Not anymore,” Taeyong put away his phone, looking directly at you, “starting from now, you are (l/n) (y/n), my fiancee, and to answer your question, we’re going home.

Your body was tired, your eyelids more heavy than ever but your mind was wide awake. The thoughts running a million miles an hour, your brain didn’t even know where to start. You had your suspicions about Taeyong, the amount of secret doors in the house, the high level of the home security, and just his attitude. But you always pushed away your suspicions, writing them off as things rich people do. However now, as you sat silent in a black out tinted SUV, driving to an undisclosed location in the middle of the night, your suspicions came creeping back, crawling up your spine.

‘My fiancée,’ the two words ringing in your mind the entire drive, the future wife of Lee Taeyong. CEO of the largest investment group in Korea, the most known eligible bachelor, you couldn’t even begin to fathom the idea of being in a relationship with Taeyong. Just before your mind could wander too far into the daydream of your relationship with Taeyong, the car pulled into a long driveway.

You stared out the window waiting for something to appear, some type of sign to show where you were exactly. At the end of the long driveway stood a larger than life mansion. You don’t even know if you could call this a mansion, more like an estate. “(y/n), bring Dasom out of the car,” Taeyong spoke to you when the car finally stopped.

You were too stunned to speak, pulling the little girl from her seat, wrapping her in her blanket and pulling on your guys bags. Johnny held the door open for you, taking the bags before you could step out. You stepped out of the vehicle, in front of the house, staring in awh. The architecture was beautiful. An older woman stepped out from the house followed by two young girls, looking to be just about your age.

“Welcome home, young master,” the older woman spoke, as the three of them bowed to Taeyong. You watched as Taeyong slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment before walking past the woman into the house. Johnny pushed you forward to follow, when you turned to look back, you saw a herd of men following ensuite into the house as well. You knew there were other cars following you guys but you didn’t realize there were that many people.

“I can take her ma’am,” one of the young girls gestured to taking Dasom from you, after you entered the house. You felt protective of the little girl, pulling her closer to you, turning away from the girl, almost like a child would when someone tried to take something from them.

“(y/n), it’s okay,” Taeyong came up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “she’s just gonna put Dasom in her bed.” You felt hesitant, but nevertheless handed the sleeping child over. She also took Dasom’s bag from Johnny, before making her way up the stairs away from the large group. “Come, let’s discuss what’s going on,” Taeyong spoke, gesturing to walk down the hall.

“Please.”

You sat at the dining room table, which was made for forty. Taeyong had just finished explaining what was going on, however as you looked around the table, it seemed as if others were just learning about what was going on.

“So,” you started off, not even knowing where to begin, “let me get this straight, Neo Culture Technology corporation, also known as NCT is a mafia organization, in which you are the leader, and you have a hit placed on you from the yakuza, so now you are moving back to the family home, which is here and I need to be here too because they, the yakuza think we’re in a relationship. Correct?” You looked around the room, searching for the hidden camera and the group of people that was ready to jump out and yell this is a prank. This was stuff of erotic books and movies, not stuff of your perfect life.

“We're not a mafia,” Taeyong started off, “it’s just that the line between legal and illegal gets blurry when conducting business.”

“We're just very persuasive people,” Johnny said.

“We have our own means of getting business done,” another man at the table spoke, his name still unknown to you. It was like someone set a firecracker off in your mind, and you couldn’t comprehend anything anymore. It had been at most two, three hours since you left what you had known to be the home of Taeyong, but the events felt like it was a lifetime ago.

“Okay, yeah, so you’re a mafia,” you knew what was going on now, but it still hasn’t sunken in just yet, you genuinely thought that this was a dream that you would wake up from in a moment. “I’m kinda tired and I want to shower, can someone take me back home now?”

“(y/n),” Taeyong sighed, “you can’t leave here.”

“I just wanna grab clothes from home, I can come right back after, if it makes you feel better.” You said hoping that Taeyong wasn’t absolutely serious about you not leaving.

“We had your apartment cleaned out, all your stuff is here already” Taeyong sighed, you could tell he was trying to be gentle, but it wasn’t working.

“You broke into my apartment?” As if the firecracker going off in your mind wasn’t enough, now you felt the sparks setting a blaze to all your thoughts.

“We needed to make sure that people weren’t at your apartment waiting for you already,” Taeyong deadpanned like it was the obvious thing to do.

“And you had people go through all of my personal stuff?” You could see the perfect life you had being dragged away right in front of you.

“We just brought your stuff here,” You could see the uncomfortable state your question put Taeyong in.

“And now I am forced to stay here and live?” Your voice got louder as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The control over your life slipping from your fingers. You traveled all the way to another country in an attempt to get away from your parents' controlling grip, but all you did was waltz into someone else's controlling grip. You wanted to scream out, yell and curse out Taeyong for doing this to you. You would give anything to go back to a few hours ago, you and little Dasom, drawing in the living area, settling down before bedtime. A few hours ago when life was just perfect, your perfect little life/

“(y/n), I know this is a lot for you to,” Taeyong said, the man that you dreamed of, the man that provided this perfect life, the man that melted your heart with his affection for his daughter, the man that was written by women, was now a nightmare. and the last thing you wanted to hear from him was his understanding.

“No,” you felt your heartbeat quicken, “no, you don’t get to stand there and pretend to understand what I feel like.” You stood from your chair, “you completely turned my life upside down, and expect me to just live with it, to be okay with it, to understand it. You have no idea what I am feeling, there are people out there that want me dead, and have the means to do so, because of you. You may be fine and dandy with people trying to kill you constantly, but I am not this cold blooded mob boss that barks out orders everyday. I didn’t sign up for this, Taeyong, this wasn’t in the job description.” You finished your little rant, basically screaming at Taeyong, practically storming out of the room. Taeyong had longed for you to use his name from the minute he laid eyes on you, and even now as you screamed at him, he couldn’t help the little smirk play onto his lips.

“Young madam,” someone spoke. It looked to be a young maid, bowing to you.

“Excuse me? Young Madam?” you questioned the girl, your face had a look of disgust written all over it.

“The young master said that you would be the new madam of the house and we were to address you as so.” the girl spoke, she looked to be about your age, her round face and plump figure gave her a soft look. She looked afraid of you.

“I am not the madam of the house,” your voice taking on a stern tone, one that shouldn’t have been directed to the girl, “please just call me, (y/n),” this time speaking gentler, she nodded her head, not daring to go against you, “and your name?”

“I am Sun Hee.”

“It’s nice to meet you Sun Hee, can you show me where all my stuff is?” you smiled.

“Of course, ma-, (y/n),” Sun Hee smiled back.

The sunlight peered in through the window, your head was already aching. The air of the room felt different from your apartment, you opened your eyes looking around the room and not exactly recognizing where you were. You rubbed your eyes, trying to push away as much of the drowsiness as possible.

Last night felt like a fever dream, you weren't even sure it was real until you walked out of your bedroom, and instead of seeing your beloved apartment was faced with a beautifully crafted home. After freshening up, you made your way down the staircase, and began trying to find the kitchen.

After about 10 minutes of wandering you came up to the kitchen, there was a team of people inside already cooking.

“Young madam,” the older woman that greeted you guys outside last night said, “is there something I can help you with? Was there something that wasn’t prepared to standard?”

“Um,” you were at a loss for words, “no, I just wanted a cup of coffee.”

“Of course madam, let me escort you to the dining room, and I’ll have someone bring you a cup of coffee,” you followed the older woman out of the kitchen. She had to be older than your mother, her hair was mostly gray with strands of black here and there, it was pulled back into a low bun. Her face showed age, the lines telling a story of their own, in a way she reminded you of a piece of aged art. You wondered, dreamed about exactly what type of life she lived as you silently followed her.

The dining room, being the same place you yelled at Taeyong, there on that table for forty, he sat on one end. The older woman led you to sit on the other end of the table, the room was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop. Taeyong, had a breakfast plate, similar to the one in front of you, sitting before him. He didn’t look at you, instead focusing on the paper he read.

“Let me give you a tour of the house today,” Taeyong suggested after the older woman left, finally gazing up at you.

“No thank you,” you avoided Taeyong’s gaze, you were still angry with him from last night.

“(y/n),” Taeyong started off, his voice was gentle, he was trying, “please, I know you're angry with me.” You scoffed at the statement, being angry with him was an understatement, “I just want to try to make you comfortable.” ‘Being comfortable would be being back in my own apartment, being comfortable would be knowing people aren’t trying to kill me right now,’ all the sarcastic thoughts begging to be said. “This isn’t forever, I promise you this is just gonna be temporary.”

Your ears perked up at the word temporary, “how long is temporary? A day?” your gaze met Taeyong’s.

“No, not exactly.” You stared at Taeyong.

“A few days?”

“(y/n), you see,”

“A week?” you were beginning to get frustrated by Taeyong.

“I don’t think,” he was avoiding giving you a direct answer.

“A couple weeks?” You felt your voice waver, as your eyes welled with tears, your heart aching.

“(y/n), these things,”

“A month?” Slamming your hands on the table, You wanted answers and you wanted them now, “Mr. Lee I don’t mean to be disrespectful or ungrateful for everything you have done for me, but this is seriously another level. I still have college classes, and I don’t have the money to just retake them whenever I like,”

“I’ll pay for your college,” Taeyong blurted out, every indication pointing to him being serious.

“I have bills to pay, my rent, my car, my student loans,”

“I will take care of that for you as well,” Taeyong didn’t even look like he was joking.

“What about my friends, my family?”

“I promise, you’ll be able to call and talk to them whenever, you just can’t see them in person right now,” you were about to protest again but Taeyong cut you off before you could get anything out, “and i’ll get together a team of people to escort you and protect you for whenever you wanna see your friends, you just have to give me a little time.” Taeyong took a deep breath now, “I promise you (y/n), I will try my best to make this as comfortable as possible, but there’s people out there that want you dead, and this is the safest option right now.”

You couldn’t argue with that knowledge. Last night, when Taeyong was explaining the situation, there were pictures of you and Dasom at the old house, the two of you playing, or eating, or napping. It seemed as if you guys were being watched for over a month, that means a month of people being so close to killing you and Taeyong was just trying to protect you from that. He was trying. Running a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath, “You’ll pay all my bills?”

“Yes”

“Including my student loans?”

“Yes”

“I won’t ever have to pay you back for this?”

“You won’t”

“And you’ll make sure I’m safe?”

“Always, I promise.”

“Okay,” you let out a breath, looking at Taeyong, this can’t be that bad, you thought to yourself. You’re living every college girl's dream.

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