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jamminvroomvroom · 1 month

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I absolutely adore your writing,

For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?

sunshine.

op x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…

hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚

songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing

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oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.

he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.

the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.

his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.

as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.

“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.

“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.

“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.

your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.

“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.

“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.

“he dumped me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.

“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.

“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.

“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.

“oh. oh.”

“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.

“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.

“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.

“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”

you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.

he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.

you pass out right around chandler’s vows.

you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.

you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.

for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?

“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.

oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.

you kiss him.

because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.

his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.

he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.

“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.

“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.

“really?”

“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.

“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.

and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.

“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.

“why?”

“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-

“oh.”

“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”

“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”

“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.

“then you better do something.”

oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.

“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”

“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.

his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.

“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.

“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.

you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.

“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.

“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.

his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.

you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.

“want all of you, osc.” you plead.

“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.

oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.

he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.

oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.

“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”

you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.

his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.

“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.

“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.

you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.

it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.

“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.

a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.

“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.

you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.

“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.

“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.

“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.

“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.

you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.

“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.

“so bad.” you pant.

“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.

he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.

“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.

“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“move.”

oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.

“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.

“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.

“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.

his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.

the most beautiful sunshine man.

“hi.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.

“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.

“perfect.” you agree.

“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.

“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.

“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.

when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.

“thank god you broke in.”

oh i’m soft

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oneforthemunny · 2 months

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cowboy!eddie chasing after his chubby baby who's wearing overalls without the shirt. he's giggling and running faster when his daddy almost catches him. and then eddie showering him in kisses

i see this and raise you:

tiny toddler cooper who thinks his daddy is the coolest (he literally plays outside with the animals all day?? like cooper’s super hero be real) and wants to have boots like his. so you take him into town to a shoe store looking for little cowboy boots.

eddie is usually so quick to correct “those aren’t real boots, honey” every time he sees the kinda gimmicky cowboy boots, but something about these teeny tiny little brown boots just make him want to melt. they’re so small and cooper absolutely loves them.

“daddy! ‘ook, we match!” stomping his tiny boots on the ground with a squeal.

when you manage to find him a little cowboy hat, eddie is sure his hearts going to explode.

there’s definitely a picture of eddie holding coop by the pasture, both in their matching boots and hats, matching dimpled grins and wild curls too.

i’m actually going to sob???? how do i make this my reality???

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #cowboy!eddie munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!cowboy!eddie x mom!reader

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mellowwillowy · 3 months

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“𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥?”

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: You were never well-fared of things related to acting, let alone theatrics although the same couldn't be said about your housewarden, a man of fair beauty who obsessed over your existence as though you were the divined beauty that he has always sought to be. Soon, he will let everyone acknowledge you the moment you step onto the theatre stage. You, as his snow white who he shall now curse to death for as an eternalized beauty.

CW: Reader wore a gown (Snow White, duh), death, and Improvised Snow White's tale.

Yes, the fairest one of all, the man worthy of everyone's awe and adoration, Vil Schoenheit. The man who bathed you in his endless love despite the harsh way he presented himself to you.

✼ It truly is no surprise that, as an actor, he ought to ensure that his beauty is free from anything that will tarnish it. So you bet all the skincare routines he has will be forced upon you as well. Not only that, he has to ensure both his and your hair are always in peak condition, silky smooth and untangled.

✼ From the way he combs through your hair, he relishes in the same scent you both shared from the same ridiculously expensive shampoo and conditioner to the liquid soap that was sucked into your skin pore, ensuring it remained pristinely clean and free from any blemishes.

✼ Not only that, but your attire will also be tailored to fit you, no suit nor dress would be too tight or loose as it would wrap your body beautifully. The laced corset that you should wear would never be too tight or too loose and the color of the outfits would be hand-picked by the man himself as he chose the shade that would compliment your skin tone well.

✼ His hand will always be on your back should he see you stand or sit in such unsightly posture. Straighten it up for him immediately unless you want to hear him lecture you about how one should carry oneself again~

✼ Should you ever have trouble sleeping, he will gladly accompany you as he sits next to your bed, his manicured hand holding yours while he serenades an old lullaby you are familiar with. What you don't know is that he does not leave immediately the moment you fall asleep, no no, he takes his sweet time relishing himself in your beauty... wait, is that a very teenie tiny blemish on your skin? How could he fail to notice that? He has to fix this ASAP!

✼ Hm? You found his shoes beautiful? Would you like to try it on? Oh no... it's too scary to be this tall! 13cm is a bit too much for you to take! No wonder he looks so poised and elegant... the secret lies in these babies!

"You don't seriously think these shoes contribute 90% to my beauty right?" Vil frowned as he watched your face contorted from awe to pale white the moment he voiced your thoughts. "Surely you know this better than anyone, even if you wear these shoes, it won't do much but show everyone just how much of a clown you are should you walk with a slouched back!"

✼ What? Sweets? Snacks? No no no, you've had your fair share of it already. You ought to cut all those unhealthy stuff and maintain a perfect diet for your sake (and his). Do you dislike it? What a shame, you still have to eat it nonetheless.

Another thing he likes to do about this is to use your dislikes as a form of punishment which you call “starved to death”. Your plate will be filled with all sorts of inedible foods for your mouth. Nonetheless, an apple will always be tolerable.

✼ He will be your dance coach, he will be your singing coach, he will be your lecturer for the classes you fail to grasp. He will be the person who you rely on in everything, he wishes to be acknowledged by you deep down in his heart after all.

✼ He will be the dorm leader you look up to and to be the person you look for should you ever be troubled by anything. Pesky students, who won’t stop bothering you? He knows his way to silence them with his sharp razored words that make them rethink their whole life.

✼ Remember, Vil is a man of fame and so you should watch how you act around him unless you want nasty rumors to circulate around you. He will sometimes post a subtle relationship type of post with you (your identity hidden as a secret lest his fans come at you like rabid mutts)

"So... I'm going to take the role of the princess? Didn't you give that role to Epel previously?"

The blonde man scoffed at your statement, "He was a suitable candidate, posing a breathtakingly feminine beauty that could even fool the Great Sevens, even so, he was never the embodiment of what I'd call to be 'feminine'"

The said subject mumbled under his breath, "You talk as though the other one is feminine enough for this role, I could barely feel any of the maiden-like aura from them."

Vil shot him a questioning look, his eyebrow raised, and challenged the other to talk again.

“Don’t you want to be the princess instead, Vil? Playing the role of a heroine would be a pleasant change for you no?” You offered thoughtfully. Surely he fits this role more than you could ever, heck, you are a bit hesitant in accepting this idea.

"I am perfectly pleased with my role as the Evil Queen, no need to fret over me."

The week went on with dread, you were never familiar with the acting world, let alone acting properly! But Vil was very adamant about you having to partake in this show, 'It shall be your first debut on the theatre stage' he quoted despite you only seeing this as a school event.

Days passed and you dreaded the idea of going to the rehearsal spot again upon finishing class. Even your fellow pretty friend couldn't stop bitching about how he hated the idea of being forced to take the role of one of the seven dwarves!

"Oh, believe me, you are doing way better than I do! Even Vil praises you for being able to pinpoint all the script's lines perfectly!" You raised your eyebrows at his statement, "All I did was serenade along, you should do that too y'know? Theatre is the place where you are supposed to sing out the heart of the character."

The two of you stopped walking as he tilted his head, questioning, "Like an opera?"

"No, that's a whole different level. I didn't mean to sing it out literally, I meant to... how do I word it..."

And so here you two were, standing in front of your housewarden as you waited for his response to Epel's question. He took his time, contemplating how to word it out as well.

"A long time ago, I had a Master who told me that the reason why we serenade on stage was because we had to express how the character felt thoroughly..." (AN: Master here stands for Mentor.)

"Uhm yeah, we knew that but is that all?"

"... Well, I mean yes, it's not like we are performing an opera... but... argh! Even I didn't get it okay? Now, off you two go! I want everyone to not make a single mistake! Tomorrow is our big day!" He blurted out as he shooed the two of you away.

Like the noisy ducklings you two were, you grumbled as though you were quaking like Donald Duck.

"Kinda weird seeing you dressed in a gown though, perhaps you should have just asked them to tailor you a suit because god does it blind me when you are dressed like a maiden."

At his statement, you rolled your eyes. You were glad enough that this all-boys school tolerated the eye-opening of a beauty standard.

"Even so, I'm surprised Senior didn't want to take the role of the charming prince." "Why so?" "Uh, I mean, he gets to kiss you and stuff! Maybe even take after the real version of the story and..."

At that, you immediately pinched his lip shut and walked toward your supposed practice spot. Tomorrow is D-day and you can't help but feel giddy at the idea of being able to act on the same stage with everyone despite not being familiar with the world of acting.

Everything went on smoothly as expected. No one screwed up. It's all perfect yet the Evil Queen couldn't rest easy, Vil couldn't rest easy. With how long and heavy the gown is, the tiara that decorated his beautiful updo and kept hair, he strode onto the stage and spoke toward the mirror.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror should reply, “Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land,” or so she expected.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

As though the Evil Queen was struck by lightning, he balled his trembling fist while contemplating whether he should break this mirror right on.

He has always lived in the shadow of those prominent figures, an actor who was praised for his fair beauty and kindness and his Master who was praised for their exceptional beauty and talent in the world of theatre.

He could understand how she felt, and so he serenaded, expressing how she felt so well that he knew, he had long embodied the wicked heart of the Evil Queen. Envy painted his tinted eyes as the scene changed into you and the seven dwarves, living oh so merrily after the huntsman was enraptured by your beauty and tricked her into eating a boar's lungs and liver.

A laced corset that Vil had always ensured to hug your figure in a way that didn't suffocate you, turned into a deadly weapon in the hand of the Evil Queen.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror should reply, “Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land,” or so she expected.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

Then, the lovely moment in which Vil would always comb your hair and untangle any tangled hair, turned into an attempt of murder with the comb stuck on your tangled hair.

And the Evil Queen would pose the same question again.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

It's ironic, really. No matter how hard he worked for everything, he knew he could never surpass these two prominent figures. And desperate was him.

You hated it whenever he 'starved you to death', as the only edible thing you could eat was the red apple. You hated it because it was unfulfilling and not because he had poisoned it with the potion he handcrafted. In the hand of the Evil Queen, it turned into a deadly weapon.

And the Evil Queen would pose the same question again.

“Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land.”

The world's most beautiful phenomenal actor, the fairest one of all, you, his subject of awe and love, the Master of the Theater, or so people refer to you.

"Schoenheit, what did I tell you about encapturing the audience's heart with your voice and not just flatly reenacting the script?"

The boy looked as though he was about to cry but he knew well that emotion was never even once written in the script. As much as he respected you, he was still a boy of heart who was ready to have his heart shattered.

"I need to speak as though I am serenading, Master. That way, the audience could understand the turmoil of my heart." "Correct, now, reenact it again. Unless I have acknowledged you, you are to be forbidden from telling people that I am your master. O how shameful it would be for me to be acknowledged by a speck of dust!"

The boy took mental note of how easy it was for you to speak in such a serenading tune and tried to continue where you left off,

"This one dared not to humiliate his Master with his incompetence! This one would rather have his lip sewn tightly to ease his Master that no such deranged words would slip out!"

You raised an eyebrow at his reply, patting his blonde hair, "There, it's not even that hard. Come now, let's get back to line 324."

The practice went on as the boy tried his best to amaze his mentor who was guiding him like a lion to its cub. He would strive to be better with each day as he pictured his gleaming future in which he would acknowledged by the public for how exceptionally talented he was as an actor. And amidst that, he would proudly let the world know that you were the one who had assisted him to reach the summit of his fame.

"That is all, the rehearsal is dismissed," You clapped your hands, signaling to the other, "You are free to go, Schoenheit. Remember, our rehearsal tomorrow, at 2 PM sharp. Am I to be understood?" "Understood, Master!"

Vil did not have to be reminded when he should come back as he had memorized everything by heart! Only 4 days left before his first debut on the theatre stage, yes, his first debut in which people would see him not from the screen of television but thoroughly directly as he was shone by the stage light.

The role he was fit to be was one he wished for, the role of a princess. Nonetheless, he wished that his Master could have taken this role for themself as he had long used to the villainous role he was forced to take. But who was he to complain anymore when his mentor praised him for how befitting he was as a heroine?

The days went on with a strict lecture, no sugar would ever coat your guidance for him and he was not upset about it at all. Instead, he thanked you for being blunt about everything. But one thing for sure was that no other mentor was allowed to be as strict as you to him, or else he would never pay heed to their words at all.

"Tomorrow is your big day, a shame you couldn't hand me an invitation." You chuckled as you helped him walk down the stage's stairs, your gloved hand cold compared to the boy's warm hand.

"But Master will be there behind and on the stage to watch me right?" "Of course, I have waited for your debut for as long as I can remember. This would be the last masterpiece to ever be carved in the history of this very theater and me after all."

Something didn't sit right, your gloved hand that was leading him down felt as though you were dragging him away from something, away from the stage.

"Uhm... will I be as good as you have praised me tomorrow? What if I... fail..." "Nonsense. That would never happen, not in my wake."

Your voice was stern and quick enough to silence him yet your hand was still holding his gently.

Snow white was silent, dead silent. She was sleeping oh so peacefully after she took a bite of the apple. The dwarves were mourning, placing her resting figure inside the glass coffin for nature to bask in her beauty, for the birds to sing songs, for the deers to sleep right next to it, and for the charmed prince to kiss her awake.

Naturally, the Snow White woke up, and the happily ever after ending was supposed to show up after it reached the climax, the Evil Queen had been punished. But not in his wake.

An improvisation?

"You! I will never rest easy for as long as you exist. Even if these legs failed to stride for a dance, even if this face failed to uphold the immense beauty, even if this body rots beneath the soil that was trampled by pebble-like mortals, I will never, ever, acknowledge you, to be the fairest of them all!"

Instead of watching the Evil Queen dance in tears and horror, the Evil Queen strode toward you, Vil strode toward you with his hand bent forward toward you. The heels that clack in beat with the music played on stage, the furrowed eyebrows, and the glint of despair in his eyes spoke everything.

Was he speaking to you?

"For you, will never be the fairest one of all unless you are dead!"

An improvisation.

It was a prop knife but it did well in splattering red paint that replicated blood. The knife was plunged right into where your heart would be, the apple to your soul. The actors were clearly taken aback by this, their genuine reactions perfected this whole scene.

And you who were never familiar with the acting world, were quick enough to improvise this.

"Alas, you and I are now walking hand in hand toward the underworld O' you Wicked Queen, should your words remain true, I shall still be the fairest one of all even in our death!"

Tears flowed out of Vil's eyes, this is not what she wanted, this is what I wanted.

The audiences were whispering amongst themselves in disbelief, the faes that were watching this were even taken aback by the show. Contrary to the dull fairy tale they had heard, this had taken a sharp turn into something more... beautiful?

Pettiness would be what Vil was trying to embody. Envy had long tinted his sight and what more could damage him? Should he live in the shadows of these two figures forever? Should he live in your shadow forever?

He'd rather die with your dead shadow, together, hand in hand as the pair of the fairest one of all, marching toward the underworld.

"Alas, that would be a better outcome than having to live in the shadow of a naive girl like you." His hands held your face gently before forcing you into a waltz of death.

The boy was horrified but the princess was not. The Evil Queen was dancing in pain and horror. He knew. He knew how there were nails in the shoes you were wearing.

Blood dripped out of your torn lip as you twirled beautifully, the black gown complimented the Evil Queen's beauty really well. He wanted to scream and call off the whole show, but the boy dared not to make such a hasty decision.

This is his first debut and your last show, how could he possibly gather himself to do that? This is your last masterpiece and should he ever do something that would destroy your final piece, he'd rather sew his lip tight with the corset lace.

Everyone on the stage dared not to say anything, either out of obliviousness or fear of the Master of the Theatre's wrath. The director could only frown as she directed the other crews.

"You shall be the fairest one of all in life but never in death!"

With that, you spread both your arms upward and fell limp onto the ground. Even until the end, the Evil Queen remained wicked and petty, her eyes tinted in Envy.

The audience clapped their hands out of awe and whistles could be heard as they threw roses toward the stage. But you never woke up.

Roses that were supposed to flatter you turned into a burial rose.

The director instructed the curtain to be lowered down, skipping through the casts thanking the audience. It raised questions but one of them voiced any discontent as they were pleased that yet another beautiful piece had been carried.

"The Master's death should not be leaked until at least one week has passed, this was their last wish. For the crowd to converse about this before they realized their effort in presenting this tale." She said as she felt the veins on your wrists and neck.

The boy was scared that he would be scolded by you if he did this but he was way more scared about the idea of you dying so he laid his ear on top of your chest.

... no heartbeat was heard.

True to your words, this truly was your last masterpiece. "This would be the last masterpiece to ever be carved in the history of this very theater and me after all."

The public was horrified by this news and split into two parties. Party that did not accept your way of dancing with nailed shoes and a party that respected your effort and courageous display, embodying the pain that was felt by the Evil Queen and facing death head-on as you delivered your final masterpiece.

And among the party was Vil Schoenheit, drowned in awe and adoration. He finally understood why you were referred to as Master of the Theatre. He finally understood why you chose to serenade. As you deliver your last lines, he remembered it.

Just like the siren you were, you enraptured everyone with your voice. It took people time to finally realize that despite the pain you were feeling, you still managed to deliver the lines without any trouble.

"I need to speak as though I am serenading, Master. That way, the audience could understand the turmoil of my heart."

Yet why could no one hear a sliver of your turmoil? All they could hear was the disdaining Evil Queen's curses and the proud Master of the Theatre, the you who were proud in yourself.

Vil was proud of himself for delivering such a spectacular piece. To direct all the casts with this sudden improvisation in order to perfect this piece, he did something that he could pride himself on.

And that was to bow down toward the audience, hand in hand with you as roses were thrown onto the stage. It truly was a shame he couldn't bow down on his first debut.

The shock of all the casts was not something he could polish in such a short time, and the you who were pushed to perfect this whole improvisation was not something he could polish in any time. It almost felt as though he was seeing his Master again. (Again, Master here stands for Mentor if you forgot)

"Why did you do that?" You pulled him backstage, your warm hand holding his gloved hand down from the stairs. You were dragging him away from the stage.

"... Because this is your first debut."

At that quote you rolled your eyes, "Take off your shoes, now."

Ah, so you really had keen eyes. Vil had always been a man who took great care of any details finely. But surely a wound on his soles wouldn't be a trouble for as long as he is not modeling something that shows his soles.

This disciple takes his Master's teachings to heart after all.

#I'm trying to make those who are not familiar with TWST to embrace these babies so yeah #I didn't write any details that would be too foreign #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere TWST #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Vil Schoenheit #Epel Felmier mentioned???#Also Rook is so true to how he let us go #Yandere x Reader #x GN Reader #Yandere x GN Reader

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c4n1d43cup1d · 3 months

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Some hogcanons. notes (me rambling) under the cut

So silver was the reason i wanted to make this in the first place despite him looking the most on model (not entirely obviously, but i don't have many hcs for him). Mostly i wanted to draw his height compared to the other hedgehogs since him being freakishly tall despite being younger than sonic and shadow is funny. I saw someone say hes probably the most conventionally attractive hedgehog and i think that's true, hes a pretty boy and his fur/quills are really sleek and well maintained. The fluff on his chest is less spikey and more fluffy looking plus i put some fluff in his ears as well. I think his paws and nails are black and he doesn't wear eyeliner his lashes are just really long and hes got black markings on his eyes. Coming back to this after writing Amy's desc but i think hes genderqueer in some way idk maybe bigender i need to study him under a microscope some more every character i touch becomes transgender

Sonic has a few more added details, i like giving him a little nick in his ear and top surgery scars because that hog is trans. I haven't really seen many people give him stylized top surgery scars surprisingly, i tried to make his look kind of lightning bolty because uh something about him being fast. idk man. i think i imagined its similar to what itd look like for him to run in a zigzag? whatever i think it looks cool. I think his claws are kind of uneven and he doesn't really care too much about how they look especially since he just has them under gloves most of the time

Amy is fat because i said so, also i gave her wavier quills and heart markings everywhere. Her ears might look a little strange since it like implies her skin is making that heart shape but i imagine thats her fur spiking into the point. Her nails are painted the same red that shadows markings and stuff are mostly because i think them being besties is cute like. i see shadamy as a queer platonic relationship. Theyve always been my favorites im going to to make them as close as i want. Anyway, i think she and sonic are tied for having the shortest ears, and hers are the rounest (might make them even rounder the next time i draw her) also not entirely related to her design but i think shes transfem and genderfluid.

Shadow my son. im taking custody from black doom and gerald. anyway, i have the most headcanons for him because he is my absolute favorite guy ever he rots my brain. I think he and Amy are the same height, his rocket shoes are like platform/heels and so when he has them on he looks like Sonic's height or maybe a teeny tiny bit taller. I give his quills extra little spikes for no reason other than i think its cute, i could bullshit that its a black arms thing but idrc. What are black arms things though are his eyes and claws, his scelera is a more yellow compared to everyone elses (jaundiced as my friend put it. thanks endy) and i didn't draw it but his pupils are slits. Claws are long but are even longer when all the way out (retractable) his gloves are thick enough that he doesn't pierce them but he probably has a few spare pairs. Also not pictured but black arms related: his teeth are fucking razors, larger than the other hedgehogs and also serrated because i think thats cool. his tail is the longest out of all of them though i think it used to be longer but was lopped off in the name of science and never properly grew back. also his inhibitor rings are connected to a sort of device that does the task of being a proper gateway between his internal energy and the rings themselves, i didn't draw them but essentially its like a smaller ring that is embedded into his wrists i think. also hes trans but in a sort of alien way, i think the black arms can do the clownfish genderswap thing and shadow has it to a somewhat lesser degree its like an internal tshot i guess idfk

ok yeah thats all if u made it to the end thanks for reading the ramblings of a mad man

#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #fanart #art #headcanons #sth #i need to think about silver some more #id say i need to think about shadow less but hell no that boy lives rent free #actually i just realized he has the second longest ramblings #i need to give amy more love #shes my second fave but its obvious how much i like shadow more #im sorry girl 💔

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thelegendofmik · 6 months

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Shoe HC's for the Chain bc why tf not lmao

Legend

CONVERSE BITCH THRU AND THRU.

He exclusively wears converse.

He has a pair that Ravio embroidered cute designs on for him.

He has a pair that has been absolutely vandalised to hell and back.

Warriors

VANS

He has so many pairs of vans its actually not funny

(its giving straight skater boi vibes sorry wars u bi queen)

in formal scenarios he wears oxfords. Because he is a pretentious bitch (but we love him for it)

Time

He has a single pair of high quality, custom made leather boots that can be used for everything.

Except they make that click-clacky sound when walking on the ranch's hardwood floors and Malon hates it

So when he's at home he putters around in Malon's slippers (she deliberately buys them several sizes too big so that Time can wear them)

Twilight

He too, has a singular pair of boots but they are closer to cowboy boots than anything.

His however, do not make the clicky sound that Time's do (Malon: honey, why don't you have a quieter pair like Twi's? / Time: the clicking is a sign of authority, thank you very much!)

Hyrule

DOC MARTENS BITCH

He has the classic docs that he wears until they are literally unwearable. And then he covers them in duct tape and wears them for like another year until he is convinced to get a new pair.

When he does get a new pair, he doesn't stop complaining about how much of a bitch they are to break in.

Wind

Tetra bought him a pair of Nike TN's.

He only wears them so he doesn't offend Tetra (he is unaware of it but he is down bad for her)

Aryll thinks they're hilarious and will take every opportunity to make fun of her brother.

TN's aside, he would wear regular sneakers. Nothing too fancy.

Four

CROCS

Four wears crocs. I don't know why, its just the vibe

The colours have their own colour coordinated pairs

The different charms they have are incredibly telling about their individual personalities

Red wears his with socks.

Green is indifferent to socks.

Blue and Vio are violently against crocs and socks.

Minish Four wears gumboots. Teeny tiny Minish-sized gumboots.

Sky

BIRKS

He would totally wear Birkenstocks

Him, Sun, and Groose have matching pairs

He has lost several shoes while riding Crimson (Birks are NOT practical loftwing-riding shoes)

Wild

SHOES ARE A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY

If he has to wear them, he would wear thongs (flip-flops for the americans out there).

Flora can wrangle him into boots once in a blood moon.

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puppys-tiny-space · 3 months

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🩷stuff that makes me slip into littlespace 🩷

🧁When dd helps me get dressed, getting dressed is hard and when dd helps me it makes me feel so bitty bitty and happy🧁

🧃Being told I'm too little for something, especially when my carer does it when I'm trying to do a big boy task🧃

🍬Having rules in place, I like having rules for self care like a bed screen time, sugar limit and spending limits, it helps me take care of myself and be tiny🍬

🍼When mama holds my hand, this only makes me little when we are outside and Mama says it's so I don't run off or when we are at the street to keep me safe🍼

🧁When dada asks me to color something, I love making pictures for dada and if I know he's looking forward to it it's even better🧁

🧃Having to ask permission, when I want to buy something bigger for little me I have to ask daddy if I can cuz I tend to impulse buy, that helps me lots and makes me feel teeny tiny smol🧃

🍬Talking with my friends, when I talk with my kiddo friends I often feel little, they are all so cute and make me so happy happy happy🍬

🍼Teeny clothes, wearing clothes like onesies, Velcro shoes, bloomers, frilly socks and overalls makes me feel super little, especially if they are themed around one of my spins🍼

🧁Having baby tasks, when baba gives me tasks like work sheets, easy chores or similar it makes me all excited and little, I'm so happy when I get to be a productive baby🧁

🧃Eating baby food, baby food makes me feel super small especially fruit squeezes and baby cookies, they are so yummy and sensory friendly plus the squeezes are very discreet for outside time🧃

🍬Spending time with animals, spending time around animals makes me so tiny they are so cute and there is so much to learn, plus they are sooo cuddly🍬

🍼Being baby talked to, I love it when Daddy baby talks to me, calling me nicknames, telling me how little and baby I am and how pretty I look, it makes me so happy when Daddy reminds me that I'm just his little princess🍼

Fun fact of the day: some dinosaurs had 4 wings

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icallhimjoey · 11 months

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bestie *grabs you by the face and makes you listen to me* i am obsessed already! there isn't going to be a day where you don't know how to captivate me with your words, it's not fair! so... we're in a wedding dress and we've passed out and joe is wearing the unseen but already infamous olive green vintage suit... now what???

excellent question! here we go (smallest teeny tiny little tw: mention of the thought of someone committing suicide) Wordcount: 2.9K

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Between Floors and Feelings

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Joe wasn’t exactly sure how this worked, but being put into a position where he had to take charge, where there didn't seem to be any other choice but to take charge, made it really easy to actually do just that. He took charge.

He just... did it. Went with it. Felt he was doing an okay job at managing it, too.

Sure, he was stuck in a tube station lift after midnight with a pretty girl who had panicked, had seemed to entirely forget how to breathe properly and had made herself pass out, but... he felt like he’d been in worse spots.

At least he knew for certain where you were. Had eyes on you. Could see and would know that you didn't... you know, make silly permanent decisions to what likely were temporary problems.

Because all problems were ultimately temporary, weren't they? Joe believed so, at least.

You’d only been out for a few seconds, hadn't gotten hurt in the process, and from his crouched position next to you, Joe had tried to speak to the lady on the other side of the intercom.

That didn’t work. She asked again if their services were needed, clearly not hearing any of what Joe was trying to tell her.

“Hang on!” Joe shouted over his shoulder towards the corner of the lift, and it made you wince at the sudden loud noise.

Waking up after involuntarily blacking out was awful. Disorienting, unsettling and confusing. Embarrassing too. It also took you a second to fully understand where you were and what had happened, and nothing really clicked into place until the strange man that hovered above you shouted.

Pounding heartbeat.

Lingering headache.

So drained.

“Here,” Joe capped the water bottle he was holding, and placed it down where you could see it. “Can you do one thing for me?”

You tried to sit up, tried to engage your muscles to help you move your head up from the floor.

“Two things!” Joe held up both hands, universal sign for stop. It made you lay back down and relax the muscles of your neck. “Two things, can you do two things for me?”

You groaned, knowing it was important to take things slowly, but you couldn’t feel anything down past your knees and as you told your brain to tell your toes to wiggle inside your shoes, you weren’t sure if anything was even happening down there.

“Don’t move,” Joe counted on a finger held over your face so you could see. “And focus on breathing, okay?”

You felt shaky and your face felt cold – wet – and you lifted hands to touch, to wipe, but your arms were too weak and moving them became just a weird trembling hover of clammy palms over white fabric.

Joe saw, took hold of them both and squeezed.

My God, those were possibly the sweetest most expressive eyes you had ever looked into. This guy looked at you like he'd known you all his life, like he knew exactly what had happened to you earlier that evening, like he could feel everything you were feeling right now.

And it helped.

“Just focus on breathing, nothing else. S’all you’ve got to do,”

Behind him, the static of the intercom died, and Joe muttered, “Oh, fuck,” before quickly getting up and moving towards it, pressing the emergency button once again.

“Inhale,” Joe said, bent with an ear close to the speaker, but eyes on you. One of his arms was stuck out to you, which didn't do anything, but it was nice anyway.

You decided that having just one job to do was actually... sort of nice.

You didn’t need to think of anything else for a second. Didn’t need to think about how the entire night had unfolded. How you’d seen you boyfriend – ex, oh my God, ex-boyfriend now, Jesus Christ. How you’d seen him excuse himself to go to the toilets, but then had seen him walk in the opposite direction.

You couldn’t believe you’d actually seen it.

With your own two eyeballs.

“Exhale,” Joe said and demonstrated an excruciatingly slow escape of his breath through his mouth.

“Keep going, take a minute, all right?”

Focussed. Eyes on the weird ceiling light boxes of the lift. Inhale. You could stay focussed. Just one job. One small task. Exhale. You could do this.

Slowly, you noticed that you could actually feel your feet fine. That your headache wasn't that prominent. Just a background sort of thing, probably because you were slightly dehydrated from the crying, and you listened to the intercom lady talk to Joe.

“Emergency services, how can I assist you?”

“Yes, hello!” Joe sounded unusually upbeat seeing the current situation you found yourselves in. “I am– we are stuck in a lift,” Joe waited a second, hoped maybe some form of acknowledgement would come through. However, it stayed silent, so he continued, “It's just me and one other person in one of the Covent Garden tube station lifts, and–”

Joe got cut off right in the middle of his sentence.

“Hello, emergency services. You have pressed the emergency button in one of our lifts, are you in need of any help?”

Joe stared and blinked at the little holes that formed a larger circle.

“Yea, we're stuck,” you tasted a tinge of annoyance in Joe's tone. “The lift stopped moving and the doors–”

“Hello?”

“Hello?!”

Joe looked at you questioningly disturbed, as if to say, am I crazy? What the fuck's happening?

Then the static of the intercom stopped again. Like they'd hung up on you.

“I think it's broken,” you said, voice way too small for your own liking.

Joe tried again, pressed the emergency button, waited for the static to come on, but the same thing happened. A voice asked if you needed assistance, if you needed any help, but it seemed like the microphone on your end wasn't working properly. They weren't receiving any of what you were saying. Of what Joe was trying to articulate slowly, to enunciate distinctly, and he grew more and more irritated each time he had to repeat himself.

Cool time to feel the urgency within your body that came from your bladder that needed emptying.

You needed to piss badly.

Joe pressed the emergency button again. And then again. Checked his own phone to be presented with the difficult truth that he also did not have any service underground, and then, pressed the emergency button yet again.

What else was there to do? How else were you going to get out of there?

“At some point they must understand,” Joe explained, and you agreed. There was going to have to be a point you could reach by just pressing this button over and over for people on the other side to realise that this wasn't kids just pranking them, or an accidental press of a button. Maybe they could somehow see where you were, have someone locate you and get you out... you didn't know how emergency buttons in lifts worked.

You just laid there and listened to Joe pressing a button, to a lady asking the same urgent question that didn't get an answer she could hear until you could no longer feel your heartbeat in your fingertips.

Slowly, the acceptance that this was going to probably last for at least a little while settled within you.

You told your bladder to keep it together.

Shit.

It all made fucking sense, didn't it? Your worst-night-ever bingo card hadn't had "stuck in a lift" crossed off yet, so of course, this had to happen. Almost felt like it was written in the stars a little. Meant to be. One bad fuck up right after the other. Life really knew how to kick you right in the shins when you'd just been knocked over the head.

“I'm going to sit up now,” you announced, because you felt like you couldn't just move without letting him know. Not after the whole can you do two things for me.

Before you could even attempt to slowly pick yourself up off the floor, a tweed-cladded knee pressed into the tulle that felt like it engulfed you entirely, and two hands helped pull you up into a sitting position.

“Here, against the side,” Joe said, hands softly guiding, but persisting you moved to sit with your back leant against a side panel of the lift.

God.

You'd forgotten what it was like for someone to fret over you like this. All worried and distraught. All caring and shit. Attentive, almost doting. T'was cute.

Like, you were fine, but it was kind of nice. Kind of fed your self-pity a little. Made it go, yea, see?! we are sad and we do need taking care of.

“Are you all right?”

A careful second passed where you tried to really feel within your body if you were. And... you were, so you gave a small nod.

Then, the water bottle got kindly pressed into your hands again.

“I won't force you, I know I drank from that, but I promise, you will probably feel better if you just had sip,”

The faintest of little smiles appeared on your face when you finally took the bottle from Joe's hands, and you'd have taken hold of it much sooner had you known the facial expression it would bring about from him.

You still weren't going to take a sip though. Didn't want to fill up your bladder more. It was already painful enough as it was.

Joe got up and went to press the emergency button again.

A silence passed. Just static.

Joe pressed the button over and over, waited for the same question to be asked, waited for the static to stop, and then, he'd just press it again.

This was ridiculous.

Your gaze went from looking up at Joe down towards your hands in your lap. Water bottle immersed in bridal fabric.

You had seen your boyfriend make out with your boss whilst she was pulling off his tie.

You had pissed in her handbag.

You were stuck in a tube station lift with a faulty intercom and a handsome stranger.

Ridiculous.

You huffed a laugh that surprised you a little.

Fuck, this was so fucking ridiculous.

The huff turned into soft giggles, which turned into a louder chuckle, and when you looked back up to make eye-contact with Joe, you squeezed your eyes shut as big belly laughs escaped you.

“This is so ridiculous!” you laughed, and when you looked again, you saw Joe was biting back his laughter until it loudly escaped from his throat through his teeth. “What is even happening right now?!”

You felt delirious, overtaken with giggles that you couldn't stop because you were far too tired to work against them.

You laughed and laughed, drowning out the lady asking if you needed assistance. You had to wipe under your eyes where you found tears in the corners and you didn't mind wiping these away. These were good ones.

Joe ended up throwing his head back, shoulders slack from his giggles, then bending forward, nearly tumbling over which only made you laugh more. He leant against the wall opposite you, laughed and slowly slid down until his bum reached the floor and his trousers had ridden up, bright yellow socks now revealed to you.

You laughed until it slowly fizzled out into smaller giggles. Then a last huff, maybe two. Then silence again.

The atmosphere had gone from strangely tense to stupidly playful. This was nicer. Made you relax into yourself a little more.

“I'm sorry you had to deal with... that,” you said through a stupid smile, vaguely motioning with a heavy arm to the spot in front of you where you'd passed out a little earlier.

“Nah, don't worry about it,” Joe scrunched up his whole face as he shook his head a little. “I hope you didn't have urgent plans,” Joe made a face, tucked in chin, eyebrows raised high, followed by small nod with his eyes trained on the tulle of your skirt. Like a wedding, he meant jokingly.

You snorted. Made Joe laugh again.

“Because, we might be stuck in here for a while.”

It made you frown and groan.

“This is just my luck.”

“You um... you seem like you've had quite the evening,” Joe treaded lightly, sounding like he was just making conversation but was very clearly pointing out the elephant in the lift. The big, poofy, white one.

“This isn't,” you shook your head and winced at yourself. “This isn't what it looks like, sorry,”

You saw confusion strike, and you bit your lips into your mouth as you squinted, contemplating if you should tell him. If you did, it had to be the full story. Just going, “oh I'm not a bride, this isn't my wedding day” would only lead to more confusion, because that's what it looked like, wasn't it?

But lying felt worse.

Joe was right. You might be stuck in there for a little while.

So, you thought it over for maybe three seconds, then stuck out a hand for Joe to shake and you introduced yourself. Said your name, and Joe repeated it back to you.

“Joe,” he then said, reintroducing himself.

“I'm not a bride,” you followed up.

“Cool, neither am I,” Joe said and smirked. Pulled another giggle from you.

Shit.

“This is fancy dress,” you motioned both hands up and down your frame.

“So is this,” Joe did the same, copying your movements.

“No it isn't,” you laughed. That suit looked far too expensive to be fancy dress.

“No, it's not,” Joe agreed and laughed along.

Fuck, it felt good to laugh.

Flirty bastard.

Joe looked up towards the emergency button above him and reached a hand, pressing it again, not even bothering with waiting for the intercom to spring to life. He just needed to press it to press it. To let people know you were still stuck. While the intercom static filled the lift car once again, he turned back to you and continued the conversation.

“Bridezilla?” he questioned.

You slowly inhaled a deep breath. “Well... ex-wife, or so it turns out,”

Oof.

Joking about it felt wrong and made you itch all over. Too soon. Far too soon. Big nope.

Jesus, that nearly made you want to cry again.

Joe saw, read it in your face, and straightened his own.

“If it's of any consolation,” he started, then squeezed is eyes firmly shut as he said, “You look fantastic.”

It burst another laugh from your chest that immediately made you sit up straighter. “Stop, stop,” you pleaded. “I'm going to pee myself,”

“No!” Joe lurched forward, added “Sorry, sorry!” with a joyfully painful face so full of empathy, you didn't really know what to do with all the care they held for you.

You winced through half laughs with tensed shoulders until they died down, then made awkward eye-contact and passed Joe's water bottle back to him.

“Oh, yea,” Joe took it, held it up a little to drive home the point that he understood why you hadn't taken a sip yet.

Your eyes shot back up towards the emergency button. Joe saw, reached a hand up, pressed it once more and said, “They must come soon,”

He just said that to make sure you stayed calm, you understood. But you wanted to be realistic. Needed to at least speak the question that played on your mind into existence.

“What if they don't?”

It made Joe look at you a second before he turned his head and inspected all four corners of the lift.

“If they don't, we'll just... we'll move closer to here,” Joe pointed towards the corner he was closest to. Closest to the intercom. “And we'll use that corner to pee,”

Another snort laugh.

Another wince.

Another, “Sorry,” from Joe who couldn't help the pursed little smile on his face at the fact that he'd made you laugh again.

“They better fucking hurry,” you said mostly to yourself, and Joe leant forward, reached, and somehow knew exactly where to grab to get your knee through the layers of your skirt. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and said, “We'll be out of here in no time. You watch.”

He said it mostly to make sure panic wouldn't get a hold of you again.

Wished he was right so you wouldn't actually need to resort to assigning a certain corner of the box you were trapped in to be the bathroom.

Wished he was wrong because, strangely, this didn't actually seem so bad.

Joe’d been in worse spots. Way worse spots.

He was stuck in a tube station lift with a broken intercom after midnight with a pretty girl who had made herself pass out and who really needed the toilet, but... she laughed at his jokes, giggled at the faces he made and it was now all he wanted to do for the rest of the night.

Make her tear-stained face spill over with joy for however long he was granted the time to do so.

Just your luck? Just Joe's luck.

Yea.

This wasn't so bad.

Joe’d been in far worse spots.

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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“Of all of the dumbass ridiculous outfits we’ve had to wear for our many many mediocre jobs, this is the worst one yet,” Robin grouched, yanking her hat off and tossing it at Steve.

He caught it seamlessly, throwing it back at her and rolling his eyes. Yeah, it wasn’t good, but this wasn’t any worse than the Scoops Ahoy uniforms.

Well…the tights were a bit much.

“Just two more weeks,” Steve reminded her, grabbing his own pointy hat and jamming it onto his head. They had about thirty seconds more before they had to go out and get back into the melee.

“Two more weeks of torture,” Robin groaned as they left their teeny tiny break room, a long line of kids already set up and waiting for Santa to arrive.

“It isn’t that bad Robin,” Steve mumbled, keeping his voice pitched low so the kids wouldn’t hear them and have the magic of the moment ruined.

“Well, well, well, hello Mr. Elf,” A sultry voice purred from behind him.

Never mind. It was that bad.

Steve winced, taking a deep breath and turning around. Eddie was standing there in full metal regalia. Torn jeans, leather jacket, big chunky black boots and all. A complete contrast to Steve’s absolutely ridiculous candy striped elf costume.

“What are you doing here?” Steve hissed, looking around frantically. If the kids were here with him, then they would never let him or Robin live this down. They still made all kinds of cracks about the stupid sailor outfit, and that was five years ago.

“I’m taking a picture with Santa,” Eddie said, keeping his face the perfect picture of innocence, “I think I finally might’ve made the nice list this year, Stevie,”

“Then go to the back of the line,” Robin growled, hip checking Eddie as she walked past with her arms full of tinsel.

He stuck his tongue out at her back. A few of the kids nearby giggled, and Eddie turned to them. He made a funny face quickly before their parents could see and then leaned in close to Steve’s ear.

“Or maybe I can skip it, and you can sit on my lap when you come home,” He murmured, barely audible even to Steve.

An immediate blush burned through Steve from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes.

“This is really doing it for you? This?” Steve said with an exaggerated eye roll, waving an arm around his outfit. He was in a neon green tunic, a cone shaped hat, skin tight red and white striped tights, and ridiculous curled up shoes.

He couldn’t think of an outfit that was less sexy, but Eddie was looking at him like he was a perfectly wrapped present.

“Maybe?” Eddie shrugged, waggling his eyebrows. Steve sighed, shaking his head and trying to hide the dumb grin on his face.

“I’ll be home in five hours,”

“I’ll be waiting,”

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thatredmooninvenus · 1 year

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she looks like fun

summary; Alex has a crush on shy Y/n and he would do anything for her to feel comfortable around him.

era; eycte alex!

warnings; none, pure fluff <3

It was a cold but bright afternoon as Alex walked around the streets, greeting almost everyone he came in contact to.

He lets out a small sigh as he gets to his destination.

A pet store.

It wasn't just any pet store. It was the place where a pretty girl worked at.

He walks through the door as the little bell dings, "Hey puppy's!" He greets the little puppy's that were on a big box and pets one of them. He then turns to look at Y/n who was putting away containers of fish food.

"Hey, Y/n!"

"Hi." She shyly said, not even looking at him.

At first, Alex thought that she didn't like him because every-time he came to the shop, she wouldn't look at him and would rarely talk to him but later her boss had told him that she was just naturally shy and rarely talked to anyone.

He felt at ease at that but still wanted to talk to her because if he was being honest- he has a teeny tiny crush on her.

Ever since he walked through that store, she quickly caught his attention and although she rarely talked to him, he felt really attracted to her and would do anything to talk to her.

Today she was wearing a brown long sleeve and blue jeans with platform oxford shoes. Her long hair was curled and her makeup was done.

If he didn't know who she was he would of never guessed that she was so shy because the way she looked was the opposite of shy.

"Today has been so crazy, huh y/n?" He said but as always she kept quiet and as always, he kept on talking. "And it's so cold outside, got me shivering today."

She looks up at him only to see Alex already staring at her and she quickly brings her head back down, feeding the little birds in the cage.

The birds chirp as she places their bowl of food inside the cage and lightly smiles at the animals.

"You like them little birdies, huh?" Alex grinned at her and she nodded lightly, still not looking at him. "My grandma used to have some and she would sometimes let them out and they would fly all over the place!"

He kept on rambling on about his grandmothers birds while she walked from place to place, organizing things.

"Turner! What the hell are you doing here?" Marie, the boss comes in with a box of dog toys.

Alex quickly helps her with the box, setting it on the counter where Y/n was and smiles, "I was just stopping by... like always."

"Well you're always bothering, Y/n. Is he bothering you?" She asks her and they both turn to look at Y/n and she feels her cheeks heat up but nods in denial.

"No." She whispers.

"No." Alex repeated with a grin and Marie rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"Y/n why don't you go to the back room and organize some boxes over there, yeah?"

Y/n walks around the counter and gives Alex a shy stare while he gives her a big smile, keeping his eyes on her while she walked to the back.

"Alex." Marie draws his attention to her with a hum in response, "when are you going to stop goofing around and ask that girl out?"

"I'm working on it. I don't wanna scare her off." He shrugged with a smirk.

"You already do." She joked and he let out a scoff. "Just ask her out already. Don't wait on it because you never know when a new guy will come and ask her before you and the next thing you know... bye bye, Y/n!"

He stared off into space for a minute, a question rising within him.

Has someone caught her attention?

He hopes that no one has because he really likes her and he really wants to ask her out on a date but he just doesn't want to fuck up.

She seems so fragile and doesn't want to hurt her in any way so for now he's taking it at a slow pace.

Even if she ignores him most of the time.

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Days later, Alex walks to his nearest flower shop on a mission to find the perfect set of sunflowers for Y/n.

Alex had asked Marie if she knew Y/n's favorite kind of flower and she said sunflower.

So here he was at a floral shop, searching for a bouquet of sunflowers.

After strolling around for a few minutes and with a little help with the lovely worker, he found them.

The flowers were a bright shade of yellow, not one single petal was misplaced and they just looked so perfect for Y/n.

He thanks the worker and starts making his way to the pet shop, suddenly feeling nervous but excited.

He walks through the door and literally almost bumps into Y/n and she lets out a small gasp at the almost sudden contact while Alex quickly hides the flowers behind his back.

He looks at her outfit today and she had a black v-neck, long sleeve with a red skirt that had big golden flowers on it with the same shoes from days ago.

Her hair was straightened this time and her makeup was the usual.

She looks so pretty.

"Hi, Y/n!" He smiled at her and she quickly walked to the puppy's and picked one of them up as a sort of distraction. "It's really sunny today." He started talking as usual.

And as usual, she rarely payed any attention to him.

Or that's what Alex thought.

I'm reality, Y/n listened to every word he said to her. She knew that he would enter the shop at exactly 3:06 P.M every day and he would start off by saying "hi, y/n" every time he walked in through that door.

At first she was intimidated by him and wouldn't even look at him but as time went by she would steal quick glances at him and respond to him sometimes even if it was a really short answer.

The more he came to visit her, the more she was starting to develop feelings for him. She loved it when he visited her and she would sometimes put on her best clothes for him to see.

He started to talk to the puppy's and that was her chance to take a good look at him.

He had a black dress shirt, the neck opened just a tad bit to see his golden chain and skin that she desperately wanted to touch. His black pants made the whole outfit look so good she practically fell to her knees. His hair was gelled up with a strand of hair falling on his forehead.

He looked so good, she just wanted to stare at him all day.

"Y/n?" Alex's voice boomed in her ears. "Can I ask you a question?" She blinked and gave him a small nod for him to continue.

He took a deep breathe which ended out coming shaky and he realized he was nervous.

Really nervous.

With another breath, he continued. "Would you... like to go on a date with me, Y/n? Please?" He asked, pulling out the flowers and handed them to her and she hesitantly took them in her arms.

Her jaw almost fell open. Did she hear that right?

Alex asked her out on a date?

That couldn't be... right?

Y/n shook her head and let out a small laugh of embarrassment, "You don't wanna go out with me."

Alex furrowed his eyebrows, "of course I do Y/n! I like you... a lot actually. That's why I'm asking you out."

She felt herself cling onto the bouquet tight in her arms- a sign that she was getting anxious. Alex's eyes traveled to her hands, noticing her behavior.

"Hey..." He gently said, "it's okay, if you don't want to that's fine, no pressure." He gave her a warm smile.

Y/n let's a little sigh and relaxes a bit, easing at his words and looked down at the floor before looking at him in the eyes.

When she looked up at him, Alex was already staring at her with pure adoring in his eyes and you could tell that he was being genuine with his intentions.

"You really want to go out with me?" He nodded with a big smile and she smiled small.

She then took a deep breath, "Okay."

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Y/n was shocked.

Shocked to see a a blanket with a picnic basket in the middle and guitar (that hopefully Alex would be able to sing her a song if she lets him) resting against a tall tree.

"W-what... what is this?" She asked with her mouth agape.

"Do you like it?" He smiled as he got in front of her, placing his hands on her forearms.

"I-" She really didn't know what to say or how to express her feelings.

No one had ever done something like this for her.

She didn't know how to feel or how to react, feeling like she was about to burst out of pure joy. Y/n wanted to jump at Alex and give him the biggest hug ever and probably kiss him too.

"I love it." She blushed with a smile and Alex's smile grew ten times even more.

"Yes!" He cheered with a laugh, "Come." He held her hand and gently pulled her down to sit.

He started taking out things from the basket such as sandwiches, two soda cans, and her favorites- strawberries.

Her eyes lip up at the red fruit and her gaze traveled to Alex, feeling all kinds of emotions that she's never felt before.

She felt like a little girl with so much excitement.

"Marie told me you like strawberry's." He said while holding the container and opened the top so she could grab one. "They're fresh." He smiled.

She grabbed one by the stem and popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes at the sweet taste of them, a smile creeping up in her face.

"Ya like them?" He asked with a smirk and she felt her cheeks redden up.

"They're really good." She giggles, covering her mouth from smiling so much.

It's crazy to say but... Alex felt so enamored by her. With just the way she blushed, how her eyes shined so brightly, how her hair blew in the wind.

It's the way she looked so angelic to him and he was in love.

"You're so pretty." He spoke and she brought her head up to look at him but soon hid her face in her hands, groaning. He quickly panics, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

She kept quiet for a few seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles, "Nothing! It's just... I've never been this complimented in my life, you know."

"What?" He practically yells, standing on his feet. "No one has told you that you're pretty?" She sighed looking to the side, nodding her head. "Wow," He scoffed while throwing his hands up in the air, "I can't believe this!"

"Thank you." She whispered.

His gaze softened at her and gently pulled her up to her feet, accidentally pulling her to his chest.

Y/n eyes widened slightly a they stared at each other in silence, the only audible things were the birds, the soft breeze that the trees brought to the earth and their gentle breathing.

Alex wanted to kiss her so badly but was afraid that he was going to mess up because she looked a little afraid but he still wanted to kiss her so badly because she was just so darn cute!

"Can I kiss you, Y/n? Please?"

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her gaze traveling to his lips and back to his eyes, stepping on her tippy toes, she brushed her lips against his teasingly and he gripped her at her waist, practically groaning.

She wanted him just as bad.

She kisses him and Alex sighs let's out a huge sigh of satisfaction, his other hand traveling to head, gripping softly at her hair.

He's waited so long for this kiss, so long to feel his lips against her.

He always questioned what it felt like to kiss her, imagining so many things. But this was so much better than what he expected.

The kiss was soft and sweet, lighting up a fire deep into Y/n. She felt so good right now, so lightheaded but in the best way possible.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him down closer to her level. She then felt Alex pull away from her and she fluttered her eyes open.

"Why'd you pull away?" She pouted up at him.

"Just wanted to see your pretty face." He smirked, placing his forehead against her's. "You have no idea how long i've waiting for this."

Her heart fluttered at his words and smiled, "Was it worth it?

"Hell yeah." He grinned right before connecting his lips with her again.

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rickgrimeswifey · 1 year

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Jack's dad - Aaron Hotchner

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A/n: First Hotch fic, please leave a comment below! NOT PROOFREAD

Category: Kinda slow burn, smut and fluff (threw in a little angst in the end)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!fem!reader

Season: some events in this take place in the end of season 6

Warnings: Rough unprotected pinv sex, other than that the smut is pretty vanilla, swearing, smut with plot, little dirty talk, pet names used: sweetheart

Word count: 10.4k (2.5k of those words are pure smut)

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Getting up at six every saturday wasn’t in any lists of my favorite things to do. But when you have a seven year old son who loves playing soccer, you don’t really have a choice. I was down in the kitchen packing food for him to eat after his match and water that he would need while playing. These soccer games were the only thing that made my son, Peyton, get out of bed early. When he came into the kitchen strutting in the clothes he’d wear for his match I couldn’t help but smile. Being a divorced single mom with a father that doesn’t want to see his own son is very challenging at times, moments like these made it all worth it. My son is my best friend, as corny as it might sound, it’s true. There’s no one in this entire world I love to talk to or hang out with more than him.

“You already up and running?” I asked him with a grin.

“Mhm,” he nodded happily. “I’m gonna kill it today out on the field!” Peyton exclaimed excitedly, making me giggle at his silliness.

“I’m sure you will, now tell me what you want to eat before we have to leave. Game’s starting at seven!”

The toast I made for him went down fast and then he went to the bathroom to get ready. After Peyton was done he ran to the front door where his sneakers were waiting for him. I had his soccer shoes in my bag along with his food that I had put in a lunchbox. Faster than I could grab my shoes, Peyton stood rocking back and forth on his feet waiting impatiently.

“Mommy! We’re gonna be late!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m moving as quickly as I can.” I said while tying my shoelaces.

As soon as the front door opened Peyton ran to the car. I knew we’d arrive a little early but that was okay, he usually took his time getting pumped up and ready for his games. I know this might be a little selfish to say as a parent but I think he really was the best player on the team. He was definitely special, full of talent. When I started the car I needed to remind myself why I voluntarily was out driving this early in the morning. The only reason I went to these games is because of the huge amount of love I have for Peyton. I’d do anything for him.

When we arrived it was around 7AM, which meant that the game started in fifteen minutes or so. I was relieved to see that I wasn’t the first one there. Still, my breath got caught in my throat when I realized who it was out on the field that me and my son were walking towards.

I might’ve lied when I said the only reason why I come to these soccer games is because of how much I love my son. The other teeny tiny reason is because of one of the dads, Aaron Hotchner. He seemed to be a single parent since it was only him who showed at these soccer games and when he didn’t show it was Jack's aunt Jessica that came instead.

I never worked up the courage to talk to the man since he was fairly intimidating. He had this rough exterior to him, that told you he was serious about everything he does. Aaron seemed to only ever smile when he was with his son from what I’d seen. In my head that’s fair although I didn’t understand why. I figured it would make sense if I ever got to know him but I was way too afraid to talk to him. Since he was intensely serious I was afraid he’d think less of me or even just scoff at what I said. I felt that I was about to find out what he was like as soon as we made eye contact. By now me and Peyton were by the field that they were going to play on.

My son saw Jack and immediately left my side. I cursed at myself when I realized I had no choice but to make conversation with Aaron as he left the goal he was finishing setting up and walked towards me.

“Hey, I know who you are and so forth, but I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced.” He started with that usual look on his face that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

I know this man was tall, now that he was standing right in front of me I realized just how tall he is. This man had to be over 6 feet tall. I felt how my size shrunk for every step he had taken towards me. I finally took my hand in his that I had left hanging for a couple seconds longer than necessary.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” I said, shaking his hand.

His handshake was firm just as you’d expect. He offered me a small nod before he continued talking.

“I wanted you to know that your little boy has some serious talent.” Aaron complimented, crossing his arms against his chests. I couldn’t help but notice how this man's muscles flexed as he did.

“Thank you, Aaron. Don’t tell that to him though, his ego could not handle it.” I joked, surprised when my joke earned a light chuckle from the man in front of me.

I had never expected such a serious individual to laugh at such a bad joke. Maybe he was all bark no bite? We continued on making conversation until the other parents started flooding in. Before I knew it the game had passed and the whole time I had only been gawking at Aaron. I’m pretty sure he didn’t feel the way I looked at him as he was way too focused on the soccer game to see anything else that was happening. Once the kids had celebrated the goals they scored Peyton came rushing towards me. He practically jumped up into my lap before his energy vanished.

“You tired, Pey?” I hummed into his hair as I kissed his head.

The only thing I heard from him was a big yawn, I pulled out the lunch box and water from my bag. Handing him the water while I opened and got half a sandwich for him. He happily took it from me while still clinging onto me.

“You did really well out there today,” I praised him while watching over the other parents getting ready to leave. “Did you have fun?” I pulled back to look at him.

He nodded while taking another big bite of his sandwich. I stood up once he finished his sandwich. I knew he’d probably fall asleep in the car and then proceed to take a nap when we got home. I closed the water bottle and lunchbox and packed it away then took my son’s hand in mine. We started walking to the car and as we were almost off the field Aaron said goodbye to us. I smiled and said my goodbyes while Peyton waved at him and Jack.

A week went by until another Saturday soccer game. This time I arrived at the same time as the rest of the parents. I had brought my own camping chair to sit on and the usual stuff for Peyton. I set up my chair and put down my bag before walking over to Aaron with Peyton beside me. He had brought a friend with him and it seemed like he was coaching by the way the kids were starting to gather around the two adults.

“Got a promotion?” I asked, making Aaron turn around to look at me.

“Is it that obvious?” He questioned with a smirk.

“To the parents who don’t just look at their phones, yes. You brought a friend?”

“Uh, yeah. (Y/N), this is David Rossi. My help with the coaching.” Aaron introduced his co-worker.

“Think of it as a package deal.” Rossi joked playfully, earning a giggle from me.

“Good luck with the kids, guys.” I smiled brightly at them before turning to my son. “Do good out there now Pey!”

“I will mommy!” He exclaimed encouragingly before I gave him a high five.

Peyton did awfully good in this soccer game too, it always warmed my heart so much to see how happy this sport made him. It also warmed my heart to see how engaged Aaron was in coaching, how he yelled out to the kids what to do and how he did it was just perfect. The man was perfect at doing anything. My son and Jack's team had won again (even though they didn’t keep score, I did). Aaron and Rossi cheered them on and told them how good they’ve played. They then called out for them to do the ‘tunnel’. Usually I stood up and did it but as Aaron was standing facing me with his hands in the hair against Rossi’s, I felt how it began to tingle in my lower stomach as the wind made his t-shirt blow up a bit so that I could see his lower abdomen. This man did things to me by just laughing along with the kids while unintentionally flashing some skin due to the windy weather.

After the tunnel was over my son came rushing over to me with the biggest grin on his face. I could see by miles that there was something he wanted to ask me, it was obvious by the wave he smiled uncontrollably.

“Mommy…” he began, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, Peyton?” I smiled at him.

“Can we go with Jack to get some ice cream?” he asked, it took me a second to process just who was coming alongside Jack. “Pleaseeeee!”

“Yeah, sure buddy…” I huffed, hoping that Rossi also was coming along.

It’s not that I didn’t want to hangout with Aaron, it’s just the way that he looked at me made me both aroused and nervous. I didn’t know for how much longer I could behave around him, but as long as the kids were around I wasn’t worried. When you have a seven year old, you need to always keep an eye out for them and then you don’t have time to drool over some guy.

I took Peyton’s hand in mine and began walking towards Aaron once I had packed up my stuff. He gave me a small nod before we walked to the parking lot together. Once we got to our cars, Rossi said his goodbyes and I immediately questioned;

“You’re not coming?”

He shook his head and smiled. “No, I have errands to run unfortunately… next time though.”

I nodded and got into my car, completely missing out on the look Aaron shot Rossi’s way. He knew that Rossi was lying, he had already told him that there wasn’t anything going on between him and (Y/N). But Rossi called bullshit on that and decided to try and do a little match making of his own.

While we were on the way to the ice cream shop, I was following Aaron’s car. He was such a gentleman in that way, showing me the way. It was like when a man in an old romance movie took a lady’s hand and led her somewhere. I took this advantage of mine and called out for my son;

“Peyton?”

“Yes, mommy?” he asked from the back, his small voice barely heard over the engine and other cars passing by.

“Do you like Jack? It seems like you guys are becoming good friends.” I smiled at him in the rearviewmirror.

“Yeah, he’s really nice! I like him a lot, he’s almost my best friend.” Peyton informed me, feeding me all the information I wanted to hear.

“Who’s your best friend if he’s not?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“You, mommy.”

“Aww,” I looked lovingly at him. “Well you should invite Jack over sometime honey.” I offered to him softly, watching as his face lit up.

“Really?” He asked excitedly.

I nodded and smiled earning an even bigger smile from the little boy in the back. We had arrived at the shop and went inside, the boys were looking at all the different flavors and debating with each other on which one was the best to get while standing in line. Aaron and I stood behind watching the kids in awe, to every other person in the room we seemed like a regular family.

“You didn’t do the tunnel today.” He suddenly spoke up beside me.

“Pardon?” I asked with a confused smile.

“You always join in when we do the tunnel, but you didn’t today.” Aaron clarified and I wondered how he had noticed such a small detail.

“Oh, I was just so caught up in watching Peyton having fun that I kinda missed it, I guess…” I explained while shrugging.

It wasn’t all a lie, I couldn’t tell him that the main reason why was because I had been too busy gawking at the man I was currently making conversation with.

“You did a really good job today coaching. All of the kids absolutely adore you.” I complimented him, earning a small smile.

“I’m glad to hear that, so you think I’m improving the team?” He smirked playfully.

If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was trying to flirt with me. But I was convinced I was just making something up in my head.

“Oh, absolutely.” I agreed. “If they were keeping scores your team definitely would’ve won, coach.” I joked back at him, fist bumping his shoulder at the last word making him chuckle.

His smile was dangerous from how alluring it was. When he wasn’t wearing the facial expression that made you think he was gonna rip you apart, (he looked like that during parent meetings) he actually seemed so sweet and harmless. My best guess is that he is just a big teddy bear. I couldn’t help but wanting to get closer to him, he was so beautiful and understanding. Everything Peyton’s biological dad wasn’t. Although, I didn’t want to ruin this friendship for Peyton, so I kept my hands to myself. Promising myself that I wouldn’t ever act on this for my son’s sake.

While we ate the ice cream, Peyton had asked Aaron if Jack could come over sometime. The two boys immediately started begging Aaron to let him come over, before answering he looked over at me and searched for my approval. I offered a small smile and nodded that it was okay. That’s how we scheduled the first of many play dates between Jack and Peyton. It was set up for friday afternoon after school and I was going to pick both of them up when their day was over.

It was wednesday and Aaron was out on a case with the team, investigating a serial killer that went after local (Y/H/C) haired women. Since these women all had the same hair colors as the woman who’s recently been getting in contact with his son, Aaron saw it as the perfect opportunity to find out if he wanted Jack to go over to her house. He picked up his phone, even though he knew it was wrong, and dialed the one person he knew couldn’t catch him in a lie.

“Garcia?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I need you to check a potential victim for me, her name is (Y/N) (L/N).” Aaron lied to Penelope, but he needed to know who he was letting his son get close to.

“Uh, there’s nothing here that sticks out really… except that she wasn’t born in the area that you’re in.” Penelope said.

“Criminal records?” He couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it was highly unlikely.

“None, sir.”

“Alright, thank you Garcia.”

Once he hung up and turned around he closed his eyes and cursed himself mentally. Rossi stood behind him with his arms crossed and a disappointed look plastered over his features.

“Really, Aaron?” he asked. “That woman is harmless. I’ve met her, besides, you know it yourself, she’s a total sweetheart.”

Aaron sighed and nodded to signalize that he knew that but both men knew exactly why he couldn’t help himself. He walked past Rossi and back to the rest of the team who were discussing the new clues they’d gotten.

I pulled up to the school on friday, smiling as I saw the two small boys running towards my car in excitement. They got inside of a side each on the car and I waited until they had buckled up their seatbelts. I had gotten an extra booster seat for Jack so that they’d be riding in the car securely. The two were so caught up in discussing what they were gonna do when they got to our house that they forgot to greet me. I was fine with that though, as long as I got to watch them be so happy.

The several hours that passed before Aaron came to pick up Jack around 6PM felt like ten minutes. The boys’ laughter had been heard throughout the house every single minute they’d spent inside it. Now here I stood face to face with Aaron who had his suit on him. I’d never seen him in his work clothes before but he was sexier than usual. The boys were cleaning up in Peyton’s room, therefore I had invited Aaron inside. So here we were inside of the house in front of the front door, the staircase beside us.

“Has Jack been good?” he asked, raising an eyebrow which I laughed at lightly.

“Yes, of course. He’s a total sweetheart.” I smiled at him while putting my hand to my chest. “They’ve been giggling like crazy ever since I picked them up at school.”

Aaron smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear that… Jack is more confident around Peyton, he isn’t much of a talker normally.”

“I guess they really enjoy each other’s company then… Peyton talks a lot, it’s kinda a bad habit of his.” I confessed making Aaron nod a bit at me with a soft smile.

Just then the boys came rushing down the stairs, they practically flew down as they ran.

“No running on the stairs!” Both me and Aaron scolded at the same time making both the children stop like a deer caught in headlights.

“Sorry,” was heard from both of them.

A month had passed since Jack had been over at my house, since then he’d slept over once on the weekend after that week. Then Peyton went over to Aaron's place also and spent the night there. But they were mostly at my house since Aaron worked quite a lot.

It was now another friday afternoon and around 5PM my doorbell rang. I walked towards the front door with Peyton following me like a tail. He and I knew exactly who were on the other side of that door. Me and Aaron had scheduled another sleepover for the boys because of how much time they liked to spend together. I had heard from two teachers at the elementary school they went to that Peyton and Jack had hung out a lot more. The boys were basically inseparable.

I opened the door to find Aaron standing there in a typical dad sweater and jeans with his hand on Jack's shoulder. The minute the two children made eye contact their energy went from zero to a hundred.

“Hi!” I smiled brightly at Jack then looked over at Aaron. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi Miss (L/N).” Jack smiled widely, filled with excitement.

“Come on in guys, Peyton’s been impatiently waiting ever since we left school.” I chuckled softly, earning a death stare from my son.

Aaron also stepped through the door and handed his son the bag he had currently been carrying. “Be good now, Jack.”

Jack nodded rapidly with a huge grin on his face when all of a sudden his father’s phone began ringing. He looked down at who was calling then quickly excused himself and went outside onto the front porch again. By the way he closed the front door behind him and the slight frown on his face, I could tell that whatever he was going to be told wasn’t good.

“Oh no,” Jack said while frowning.

“What is it honey?” I asked concerned.

“He probably has to work.” The little boy said with a pair of puppy dog eyes as if he thought I could do something about it.

“What?” Peyton questioned sadly. “That’s not fair!”

“Boys, calm down. We don’t know anything for sure. Let’s not speculate…” I convinced them, but by the way Jack reacted to his father’s body language convinced me that he actually would have to leave for work.

When he came back inside we all stood waiting for him. Aaron bent down and looked Jack in the eyes sympathetically.

“Jack, buddy. I’m sorry but I got called in on a case. You’ll have to stay over some other time… now we gotta get you to aunt Jessica.” He explained and frowned at the huff of disappointment Jack left out.

“No! I wanna stay here!” he argued.

“You know that you can’t do that Jack… I will probably be gone the whole weekend and even on monday.” Aaron continued on frowning at his son, seeing how unhappy this made him.

My mom-heart hurt for the two boys knowing how unhappy it would make them to have this sleepover that had been planned for two weeks taken away from them. I couldn’t help myself before I had proposed;

“He could stay here the whole weekend and until monday… I wouldn’t mind and I don’t think Peyton would either. Besides, he has already brought clothes and a toothbrush.”

Aaron looked up at me and it felt like he was inspecting my whole body from the way he looked at me. I could tell he didn’t exactly like the thing I’d proposed and he stood up straight again as the boys began pleading him to let Jack stay over. Before saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ he turned to me.

“Could I talk with you for a minute privately, (Y/N)?” He asked, his tone laced with something that I didn’t know what it was. It sounded serious, aggressive, soft, concerning and seductive all at once.

“Yeah, of course.” I agreed and by the way he looked at me it felt as if I had the scolding of the year waiting for me. “You boys stay here, alright?”

“Okay…” they both sighed before plopping down onto the second step of the stairs.

As we entered the kitchen I slightly leaned onto the kitchen island behind me while Aaron stood with his arms crossed in front of me. The next things to come out of his mouth weren’t at all what I thought he would say. I’d been imagining on my way in here that he would begin to scold me but that wasn’t the case. Instead he told me;

“Look, I couldn’t possibly ask you to have Jack for an entire weekend, and possibly on Monday or even longer. He’s not your responsibility and it costs money to take care of an additional child… him and Peyton are usually pretty loud while playing and it might be hard to get them in bed by bedtime… I don’t know... I don’t want to put that much responsibility on you.”

“Aaron, listen. It’s not a month he’s going to be staying here. Besides, I am financially independent enough to care for two children for half a week. I really like having Jack here, he’s an extremely nice kid. It’ll be fine and I’ll take good care of him, I promise.” I reasoned with him watching how he chewed his bottom lip in thought.

He wasn’t doubting his trust for you, it was just that so many things could go wrong for example if Jack fell and scraped his knee. Then you’d think that he was mad at you when he wouldn’t be. He just didn’t want anything to possibly mess up this friendship of yours.

After a minute of silence Aaron agreed on letting Jack stay over. “Just call me if anything goes wrong or you need anything. Okay?”

“Yeah, I will. Now go to work Aaron.” I ushered him out of the kitchen back to the kids who were sitting on the stairs, Jack showing up a new toy he’d brought along.

“Okay guys, good news… you can stay over until your father comes back, Jack.” I informed and in a heartbeat the two boys jumped up and down in excitement before hurrying up to Peytons room, shouting thank you’s from the top of the stairs.

“Promise me to call if there’s any problem and don’t be afraid to ask me if you want money for Jack’s food-” Aaron began rambling but cut himself off when he felt my hand on his bicep.

He glanced quickly at my hand then into my eyes. The words I was going to say were long gone as his gaze made me melt on the spot. With my knees weak I gathered up enough sense for me to form words.

“Relax, Aaron…” I mumbled, looking into his eyes then slowly sliding my hand further down his arm until it completely left his body.

He took a small step forward and I felt myself shrink in size as his gaze got more intense.

“Promise me…” he whispered, his eyes shamelessly glancing over all of my features.

“I promise.” I answered in the same low tone, I wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was I was promising anymore as this felt way beyond his son.

Aaron pressed his lips into a thin line for a second when he realized what was happening and stepped back. Even though how close he was standing wasn’t enough for (Y/N) to feel his breath fanning onto her skin, it was enough for the tension to build between them. Like he had said before he didn’t want anything to screw up your friendship so he said goodbye as he usually did then took his leave.

The weekend went by fast and Aaron had texted me on Saturday night to tell me that he was hoping to get done with work tomorrow. Then, on Sunday afternoon I got a text that said that he was going to have to work Monday too, I told him that it was okay and I understood. Although, I could feel his guilt through the phone. Monday rolled by fast and he texted around five that they were done with the case and they would board the jet in an hour or so. The flight was long though since he was all the way across the country. Therefore I wasn’t surprised by the sharp knocks that were heard from the front door around eleven while I was sitting in the living room. Aaron knocked softer than usual because he knew the kids were asleep and didn’t want to wake them even though they were all the way upstairs. I tied my kimono over my nightgown and walked towards the front door.

When I opened my front door, I found Aaron standing outside with his suit on. His tie was a mess indicating that he’d undone sometime on his way back from the case. It occurred that every time I saw this man in a new type of clothing or just his tie untied he’d become sexier than usual. And he was extremely sexy. I cursed myself again for being so easily affected, feeling how my breath got caught in my throat.

“Hey…” Aaron sighed tiredly. “How are you doing?”

“Hi Aaron,” I smiled softly at him. “I’m doing good, how are you?” I asked him concerned. The poor man looked as if he hadn’t slept for days.

“I’m fine (Y/N).” He reassured me just as if he could see that I was worried about him.

Come to think about it, he could probably tell because of what he does for a living. He’d told me he was a fbi-agent but not much of what he does. I guess cops are good at body language and such things.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted Aaron, come on in by the way.” I moved aside watching him carefully while he stepped inside.

“I’m fine, I promise.” This time he was the one placing his hand onto my arm. “How has it gone with the boys?”

“Oh, they’ve been great. Such sweethearts are what they are… when you have them for longer than a day they actually get quieter and quieter. We watched a movie together and I read for them. We’ve done all kinds of stuff actually.” I started smiling while babbling through the memories I'd made with them this past weekend.

“I’m glad to hear that you’ve had fun together.” Aaron smiled genuinely, removing his hand from me. “I’m just going to go and get Jack then we’ll be out of your hair. Thank you for taking such good care of him (Y/N).”

He turned to his side and began walking to the stairs when I once again couldn’t keep my mouth shut and just had to continue on inviting people to stay over at my house.

“Aaron! Hold on.” I grabbed onto his arm making him immediately stop and his turn to look at me wonderingly. “Why don’t you just stay over this night? It’s a shame to wake the boys up, they’ve been asleep since eight o’clock and you can stay over in the guest room.”

He looked taken back by my suggestion, he was probably wondering why I kept on being so good to him and offering kind gestures.

“I really don’t want to be a burden (Y/N), I mean Jack’s already been here until monday night.”

“You’re not! Aaron, I really enjoy having you and Jack here.” I smiled, rubbing my thumb against his bare skin where the arm of his suit jacket ended. This action made him look deeper into my eyes than before, the look he was giving me made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Have you brought along any clothes from your work trip?” I gulped nervously, his ways of just staring at me making me want to giggle as a school girl.

He nodded shortly before excusing himself to go get them. In a matter of thirty seconds he was back inside my house again. I nodded with my head for him to follow along to the guest bedroom. He walked closely behind me on our way up the stairs, this action making me feel both nervous and secure. Nervous because he was so close to me and secure because I felt like if someone were to try and attack me in my own home tonight, Aaron would be there to protect me with his life.

I entered the room alongside Aaron and told him that he could wash up in the guest bathroom and I’d go get sheets to make the bed with. To be fully honest I hadn’t had anyone sleeping in here for a long time therefore the bed wasn’t made. I came back inside the room a minute later and Aaron was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Making beds was always a struggle for me, having to crawl over the whole thing while trying to put on the sheets. Bed making is one of those tasks that I’d rather leave to someone else. Just when I had crawled off the double bed Aaron exited the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of dark blue checkered pajama pants along with a white t-shirt, and shit… he looked even sexier like this. I mumbled that I had finished setting up before heading towards the door.

“Thanks again, for everything.” Aaron suddenly thanked me with a soft voice.

I looked over my shoulder and offered him a smile. “Sleep well, Hotchner.”

The next morning I woke up early and had already gotten ready around six. I stood in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, waffles to be exact. I had learned that waffles is a favorite starter of the day with the two little boys. The clock was almost seven when Aaron came into the kitchen, fully dressed and fixed in his suit and he looked like he’d slept well. He seemed to be an early bird just like me, I knew it was more of a parenting thing instead of something you’d do voluntarily.

“Morning.” I smiled at him while stirring the batter.

He nodded at me briefly. “Anything I can help with?”

“Oh, uh, yes actually! You can get the orange juice ready, it’s one of those that needs to be blended with water.” I instructed him, pointing towards the refrigerator.

He got the package from the fridge then looked completely lost. I now understood he needed a jug.

“Oh sorry, let me get a jug out for you.” I apologized quietly before opening the kitchen cabinet, which was way out of my reach.

I stood on my toes, grunting as I tried to reach it. Aaron watched me struggle for a moment and when he realized I wouldn’t be able to get it down he stepped in.

“Let me get that for you.” He said before walking up close behind me.

I felt his strong and tall figure reaching over me, consuming my shadow with his own in a second. I felt the warmth of his body against mine when our bodies collided for a second or two. I looked down onto the ground and felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thank you…” I mumbled awkwardly after he stepped back from me again.

We continued on making breakfast normally after that except that we didn’t say another word. I guess what I had felt he had too, it had always been there, it was just more intense now. It took everything for me not to let him absolutely ravish me on my kitchen counter like a slut, right here, right now.

By now the boys had woken up by themselves. Both Aaron and I heard them rushing down the stairs, guessing they’d smelled the waffles. When they stepped into the kitchen Jack's eyes immediately lit up.

“Daddy!” he exclaimed happily before rushing towards his father.

Aaron happily scooped Jack up and gave him a kiss on the forehead before holding him close telling him how much he’d missed him.

“I hope you boys are hungry.” I singsang from where I was standing, making Peyton jump onto his seat at the table.

Aaron had set the table nicely, the two boys sitting on a side together leaving him and I to sit beside each other. The three boys sat down and waited for me to serve the food. I walked up with waffles stacked on a plate, handing out one each to the boys before taking a seat. I poured the juice into their cups while Aaron helped open the maple syrup. Once they had begun eating and we could dig in, I missed how he looked over at me. Watching me with love in his eyes, this had been a feeling Aaron had missed. The feeling of family, the feeling of belonging together. He soon realized that he might have some feelings for you, although he’d been in denial about it since he first felt it. Everything about you was perfect, you were kind, responsible, funny and the way you acted around the kids is so wholesome and domestic. You were the perfect wife material in his eyes.

As I cleaned up in the kitchen the kids were brushing their teeth before they would be driven to school by Aaron, he had offered so kindly to drive them since I’ve had them the entire weekend. He also kept telling me that he would ‘make it up to me’, I wasn’t completely sure what he meant by that but all I knew was that he was in fact a man of his word.

What Aaron had meant by making it up to me occurred to be that he hosted sleepovers for the boys on the weekends for the three months that had gone by. I asked him to let me host the sleepover after the first two he’d had but he refused, now he’d had Peyton over at his house five weekends in three months. It seemed that he wanted to continue on this way until I got a call from him on this particular Friday morning. Peyton and Jack had a sleepover scheduled for tonight and the dilemma was that Aaron had been called in on a case. This time instead of not being completely onboard with Jack staying over for a few days, he was the one proposing the question.

It had become a routine for the one sleeping over on a friday to bring along his bag to school. It took away the pleasure for me to be able to see Aaron but I’d still see him when he came to pick his son up. It felt okay to only see him then because they still had the soccer games he was coaching at and it had become a regular thing for you to bring him and Rossi coffee every saturday. Rossi saw the way you two looked at each other and tried to talk Aaron into making a move on you but he only dismissed his colleagues suspicions.

Over the time that had passed, I realized that I’d become worried for Aaron everytime I knew he was out on a case. You see, he’d opened up more to me about what he exactly does. It only then occurred to me just how dangerous his job was, although I knew he could handle it. I mean… look at the man!

It felt to me as if Jack was becoming my second son. Not because of the amount he had spent over at my house, it was also due to the fact of how much time I spent with him, Peyton and Aaron. We’d go out and eat at restaurants together, we even celebrated Peytons birthday together. I mean it felt a lot as if we were a family, the only issue was that I’d never confess my undying love for Aaron Hotchner.

The weekend Jack spent over passed by fast, the three of us played games. I taught them how to play jenga, but it wasn't anywhere near a favorite with them. They thought it was pretty boring and instead ran off to play outside. It was now Sunday afternoon when Aaron rang the doorbell he’d installed for me, turns out he was quite handy too. There wasn’t one thing about him I disliked.

When you opened the door you smiled at Aaron with that exact smile that always caused his heart to melt. You weren’t like any woman he had ever met before and he loved every part of you. You stepped forward to bring him into a quick embrace, from how close you’d grown it wasn’t a weird thing. The only weird thing about it was that none of you wanted to let go, the hug was a few seconds long for just having friendly intentions.

I rubbed my palms against the fabrics of my jeans and nodded at him once we’d pulled away from each other. Aaron stepped inside the house and closed the door gently behind him, as he always did even if he was in a hurry. I’d never once witnessed him slam a door.

“Jack, honey! Your father’s here!” I shouted up the stairs hearing the faint footsteps starting to walk around the room.

Both Aaron and I knew that meant the boys were cleaning up the toys they’d been playing with. It is constantly something new every single week, last week they were pirates, now they are firefighters. But the all-time favorite was being cops, both of the two looked up to Aaron. They thought he was a superhero, Jack had influenced Peyton to believe so at first and then when he heard Aarons stories about work, he was convinced that Jack’s dad was in fact, a superhero.

The next week went by as regular, I worked and worked and worked. Then the week after that I had gained a day off on Thursday. Everything passed by as usual until that Thursday when I had my day off. It was a windy and gray day outside, no rain had erupted from the sky yet but by the looks of it it was about to happen any second. The clock was somewhere around the middle of the day meaning that Peyton was in school. I had just finished up some laundry when the doorbell rang, my eyebrows furrowed in thought. I had no idea who could show up at my house at this time of day.

As I opened the door I was met by Aaron, he had a troubled look on his face and was dressed in his normal work clothes. Something had clearly happened from the way he was looking at me.

“Hey (Y/N), I’m sorry for coming over without a warning…” Aaron sighed heavily. “Can I talk to you inside for a minute? Please?”

He had known she’d be home because he knew everything about her. Everything and every side of herself she’d shown or taught him, he remembered. Last week when she was picking up Peyton from a play date at his place she’d mentioned her day off and said that she looked forward to it, since her job was killing her at the moment. Her boss had been stressing the life out of her, he wanted to help her but there wasn’t anything he could possibly do.

“Yeah, of course. Are you alright?” I asked out of concern, I couldn’t even help it by now the question just slipped out naturally. “Can I offer you anything to drink?” I wondered while he stepped through the door.

“No, I’m good, thank you.”

“Aaron, you’re clearly upset, let me at least get you something to drink…” I plead wanting to do anything to make him feel better.

He nodded and mumbled an ‘okay’ before following me into the kitchen. I had previously made coffee, so I grabbed a mug and poured it up for him. Making it exactly the way he enjoys it the most. Aaron scratched at the handle of the mug while staring down at the kitchen island, he knew he had to say something but didn’t know where to start. There were so many things he wanted, no need to say before he left your house today.

Aaron had one hand placed flat against the marble worktop and the other with his fingers rubbing his temple. He had started saying anything until you placed your hand on top of his, grabbing onto it. He looked deep into your eyes, seeing your worry for him. You’d never once witnessed him like this and it made you nervous to say the least.

“I’m going away…” he sighed and my eyes widened.

A million questions began running through my head at the same time but only one managed to slip past my lips;

“What?”

“It’s work…” he sighed, taking a hold of your hand as well. “I’ve been assigned to temporary duty with an investigative task force in Pakistan.” Only now Aaron dares to look up into your eyes and he can see that a dozen questions are running through your brain.

“Why are you telling me this? Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” I questioned him.

“I left as soon as I could to tell you…” he confessed and it surprised me. He’d left work just to be able to tell me that he was going away. “I don’t know why (Y/N), it felt right.”

“Well, how long are you going to be gone for? Who’s going to take care of Jack?” I hadn’t noticed myself that I had started tearing up, I had no idea why this was so emotional.

As soon as Aaron saw the tears threatening to spill from my eyes he stood up and hovered over me. I backed further up against the kitchen island until he was standing over me. His body was merely a couple of centimeters away from him. I felt his hands cup my cheeks and he continued on looking into my eyes intensely.

“It could be anything from two weeks to a couple of months, I was hoping maybe you and Jessica could have Jack for a week each… I know you’re not his mother or anything, it's just that he likes you so much and feels safe with you that I wouldn't rather have him anywhere else.” Aaron explained in a soft tone, wiping the tear that fell from my eye with his thumb.

“Yeah, of course I can have Jack here… it’s just… Do you have to leave?” My voice broke asking the question.

He nodded, bringing me into a tight hug, soothingly rubbing my back with his hand. He told me that he was going to be fine and I didn’t doubt that it’s just that I didn’t want to be away from him that long. I felt pathetic because I felt that way. Why? It was the fact that he and I weren’t even together or anything and I still cared this much that he was going away for weeks. I had no idea if the thing he was going to do was dangerous or not, in case it was… I had to get out everything I was feeling for him. I couldn’t risk him dying and never knowing what I’ve been feeling for him all because I am afraid.

“I- I think I love you, Aaron…” I whispered into his chest carefully.

I didn’t want to pull away from this secure embrace, we were holding onto each other as if it was the last time we ever could. He still had his arms wrapped around me as he pulled back a bit in surprise.

“What did you say…?” Aaron questioned, wondering if he had just imagined the words that had left her lips in a whisper.

“I said, I think I love you, Aaron.” I looked up at him while speaking softly.

My hands around his waist were loosening up for each second passing, his arms left around my shoulder then cupped my cheeks once again. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

Those were the last words I heard before my hearing went numb and I felt my legs give out. I thought my heart would explode from how fast it was beating when I saw Aaron lean in slowly. He stopped right in front of my lips, just barely brushing them with his own. I felt his breath on my face, both of us breathing heavily just hoping for that kiss to happen. We shut our eyes and that’s when it happened, the first kiss. It felt like I was in a movie, I felt my entire body melt into his touch as the first kiss was soft.

I brought my hands up to his neck when we broke apart after the first kiss. We opened our eyes to look at each other and our gazes had changed drastically. Now we only saw lust and desire. Aaron’s hands quickly found my thighs and helped me up onto the kitchen island meanwhile he connected our lips into a rough kiss. He stood in between my legs and pulled me towards him as our kisses grew sloppy and hot.

Aaron soon enough moved down onto my neck and began nipping, sucking and biting. My hips rolled against him in search for friction and he pressed me against his growing erection. I moaned when he found my sweet spot and began placing kisses there, his rough stubble tickling my sensitive skin. After a while he began kissing his way up to my lips again. My hands roamed his clothed chest as he groped my ass and continued on pressing me against him.

“I need you.” I whispered in between sloppy kisses. “Take me upstairs Aaron.”

His wish was my command, he put his hand under my thighs and grabbed me off the counter. Not breaking our kiss once he began walking towards the stairs. When Aaron accidentally bumped me against the railing I couldn’t help but to throw my head back slightly while I giggled. he immediately latched his lips onto my throat, once again finding my sweet spot as he made his way up the stairs.

After he swung my bedroom door open there was no going back. Aaron threw me down onto the bed and then crawled onto the bed himself. He separated my legs to then place his hand against my cloth covered core while he got on top of me. I moaned into his ear when he applied pressure to my clit with his thumb through my pants. I bucked my hips against his hand wanting more friction, Aaron had his mouth kissing all the exposed parts of my chest listening to every sound I made.

He then slowly pulled my shirt off before kissing at all the new flesh he could come into contact with. Although, he waited with taking off my bra. I could tell extra much now that Aaron was a man with a lot of patience and if he wanted to he could easily turn me into a begging mess. I started tugging onto his hair to make him go somewhere more useful, either up or down it didn’t matter. He easily noticed how fast I was growing impatience and looked up at me with mischief in his eyes.

“You haven’t had a man taken care of you for a while, have you?” Aaron smirked, teasing me.

“Please…” I started to beg, trying to thrust down onto his hand. “Please, Aaron.”

“Please what?” His hand trailed from between my legs to my face, caressing my skin along the way.

“I need you… right now.”

From those words I saw the look in his eyes darken even more than before. He then without another word tugged my pants off of me and then snapped my bra open. I shivered feeling his fingertips dance against my soft skin while he slid my bra off me. Immediately, Aaron gripped onto my breast with one hand, mouth getting to work on the other. His other hand caressed my stomach slowly going further and further down, his actions taking my breath away and letting butterflies erupt in my stomach in a way I'd never felt before.

He ran his finger along the edge of my underwear before slipping his hand inside. Aaron licked in between my tits before kissing upwards towards my mouth. Once our lips had connected he slid one of his digits inside of me, his hand that had previously been groping my breast was now on my hip pressing me further down onto the bed. The kiss we shared silenced the gasp that left me, he started fucking me with his finger slowly, getting me ready for another one. I had my hands on his back, pressing him closer and closer against me.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Aaron mumbled against my lips and I could hear the moan that left my mouth at his words.

While he continued on slowly pumping in and out of me with his finger I took off his suit jacket. He let me easily slide it off while he continued on kissing me roughly, I then began unbuttoning his shirt after undoing his tie. Aaron removed his hand from my hip and quickly slid out of me to remove the remaining clothing on his upper body. He wasted no time once they were off to get back inside me, this time two fingers at the same time. I gripped onto the sheets and arched my back feeling the stretch from just his fingers. Aaron smirked at me while he watched me moan and cry out for him to finger me faster.

Truth to be told was that I hadn’t been touched from what I could remember since Peyton was born, I never found time too. And I didn’t have his dad around to love me either since he took off the moment he found out I was pregnant.

This time when Aaron leaned down to my level he started leaving marks across my chest, biting down onto the sensitive skin around my nipple. His other hand had found its old place on my hip, holding my body in place. I grinded down onto his fingers, wanting more and more by each second that passed.

I audibly whimpered when I felt Aaron starting to thrust his fingers into me harder with the same steady pace as before. He had sped up a tiny bit but was going harder on me. I took my hand and caressed his cheek making him look at me.

“Come on…” I moaned, feeling how he didn’t stop curling his fingers instead of me for a second. “Up here…”

He obeyed and positioned himself with his head hovering over mine, still with his fingers buried deep inside of me. I dug my nails into the back of his neck and pressed my lips rough against his. Aaron sped up his pace with his fingers making me moan even louder. He was getting me ready for him, I knew that he knew I hadn’t been with a man for a long time. Mostly because I had confirmed it about ten minutes ago but also because he had studied me before and my body language around him. I was insecure of what the right move was as if I'd forgotten how to behave around a man, he knew that he made you nervous and he’d be lying if he didn’t confess that it turned him on quite a bit.

“Aaron…” I begged within a long and loud moan. “I’m ready for you.” I began fiddling with his belt, trying to get it open with my shaking hand.

My whole body had become putty from his touches, I wanted to finish with him not from his fingers. I wanted to be one with him, he was leaving after all. I had no idea when but he was, all that mattered right now though was to be able to spend a night (or day) with him.

I felt how his fingers slowly slipped out of me and he freed his belt from his trousers. His hard-on painfully obvious through his slacks. I bit down on my lip while I watched him undo his pants. He slid them off along with his boxers revealing his size to me. I almost gulped nervously at the size of it. For a man that size he sure is humble about it, most men would be bragging but Aaron was different. More mature and grown.

He then slipped his fingers under the fabric of my panties on each side before gently and sensually sliding them off my body. My thighs smacked together once my legs were free from his hands, searching for any kind of friction and release they could get. Aaron then put a hand each on my thighs and pressed them apart, getting a look at my cunt. He bit down on his lower lip as he pumped his erection twice.

For a final time he got on top of me, this time lining himself up at my entrance. I immediately wrapped my legs around him, allowing more access to let him do whatever he wants to me. My arms were wrapped around his back, hands resting at his shoulder blades. Aaron looked into my eyes and placed his hands on my hips, once again holding me down against the mattress. I threw my head back against the pillow feeling his tips entering me, then another inch and another. He kept going until his whole length was inside of me. My whole body shook and I breathed heavily while digging deep into his back with my fingernails. He gave me some time to adjust before almost completely sliding out of me.

Aarons breath was also shaking as he thrusted into me again. He pulled back and did it again, I moaned as he fucked me slow, at first, into the mattress. I didn’t think about the marks I left on his back by scratching down as hard as I did. While my nails dug into his back, his dug into my hips. We both just breathed shakily into each other's mouths, none having the power or self control to lean into a kiss.

“Please, faster…” I begged, looking straight into his eyes.

He almost moaned at the sight of me, begging for him. Aaron had been dreaming of this for such a long time and now he wanted nothing more than to please you better than you could ever dream of. He gripped on harder to your hips and steadied himself better on the bed by sitting up more, so any chance you had of kissing him was now gone. Aaron then began pounding away in and out of you. The pace he now had was at least four times quicker than the last one. For a man his age he was extremely well kept and physically fit. I gripped onto the sheets for dear life feeling how my entire body was on fire. My legs jerked as they were resting helplessly on the mattress.

I couldn’t help but to feel my eyes roll back into the place furthest back in my head from the insane amount of pleasure Aaron was providing for me. He had the capability to hold a steady rhythm like no other man I’d ever been with before. It was as if he’d known my body all his life, he also listened to what I wanted precisely and gave me exactly that.

“Harder! Aaron!” I arched my back feeling how he filled me up just perfectly.

He then took a hold of my legs and threw them over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper into me. Aaron was losing his self control, he began pounding animalistically and his thrusts were brutal. He showed no mercy now and my thighs weren’t there to stop his hips from slamming into my skin anymore. I could feel how his entire length disappeared into me then came back out to even more brutally slam back in.

“Oh my gosh!” I cried out, my hands trying to find something to desperately hold onto as my body now flew into the mattress with every thrust that I received from Aaron.

I bit down on my lip harshly to contain the moans trying to force their way out of my mouth. I looked at Aaron, watching how his strong hands had my hips in a tight grip. My tits moved up and down with each thrust and each thrust getting me closer to my release. This felt way better than what I’d thought, Aaron pounding away on me like I belonged to him felt so much better than what I’d ever imagined. And I had imagined it a lot.

I heard Aaron moan for the first time when my walls squeezed him. His head dropped backwards and I had to whimper at the sight of him. How was it possible for someone to be so attractive?

“Shit sweetheart, do that again.” He groaned, feeling my walls clench around him again.

My legs shook while I felt a knot in my stomach, I knew I was close and by the looks of it he was too. Aaron’s hands traveled from my hips to my legs, where he could feel how they shook violently. He couldn’t help the smirk appearing on his face when he realized how good he was fucking you.

Aarons hands caressed my body while continuing to thrust into me violently, I couldn’t help but to cry out loudly feeling how I was almost over the edge now. He had complete control over me while I laid there being a helpless moaning mess.

I knew it was over for me the second Aaron pushed my legs forward and began angling his thrusts, fucking me even deeper. I felt the stretch on the underside of my legs and groaned at the feeling of it. I didn’t expect to be this flexible at this age and I don’t think Aaron did either from the deep rough moan that was heard from him. I could now reach for his arms that were holding onto the bed for support, one on the headboard and one beside my head. The whole bed was moving from how hard Aaron was going, slamming into the wall every now and then.

“Aaron!” I screamed, clawing at his arms leaving long, red stretch marks.

The next minute my head was literal mashed potatoes. I felt how the knot in my stomach untied and the intense feeling of pleasure spreading throughout my whole body. Witnessing me finish did it for Aaron, he thrusted roughly a few more times, riding out my orgasm before burying himself in me as deep as he could. I was so caught up in my own euphoria that the warm feeling of his seed filling me up almost went unnoticed.

After he finished and his dick softened and slowly slipped out of me, he released my legs from his devilish position. They shook aggressively as they hit the mattress, I laid there trying to catch my breath and think through what the hell just happened. My chest and neck had flushed from the intense orgasm. Aaron stroked his fingers against my outer thigh before moving towards the bathroom. He came back out a minute later and began cleaning me up, after he was done cleaning us both up he leaned down to kiss me softly.

“Sorry if I got a little carried away, did I hurt you in any way?” He moved strands of hair out of my face while asking gently.

“No, I’m fine.” I whispered, patting on the bed beside me.

Aaron got the message and laid down behind me, spooning with me. He kissed me behind my ear and after that we began having a more serious conversation about him going away and how to tell the children that we were now officially dating. And I was probably the future Mrs. Hotchner.

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SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gender neutral reader, hybrid au, bunny changbin, soft dom reader, sub changbin, established relationship, pet names (bun, baby girl), a teeny tiny bit of anal fingering. words: 0.9k ~ (962)

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walking through the front door of your shared apartment, your ears are met with the soft sounds of whimpers and pleads. you take off your shoes and coat before walking to the kitchen.

changbin has his back to you wearing nothing but an apron. his hands soaked in water as he washes a plate. his hair pushed back and cheeks flush nice and pink.

you walk behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder which causes him to jump. his eyes doe like and sparkling with such lust it suffocates you.

“hello bunny.” you coo, kissing his lips briefly. changbin whimpers loudly, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as you walk to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water. you open the lid, gulping down the liquid as the coldness soothes your throat and pools in your stomach.

“yn..” changbin breathes out as he watches the water drip down your chin only to be wiped away in an instant with the back of your hand. you place the bottle on the counter top, walking towards him and reaching up.

your fingertips feather along his black bunny ears, extending to the very tips. wispy bits of fluff sit at the top of his ears to which you stroke and hum at the softness. all the while, changbin is stationary, stuck in time as you play and mess with his ears.

his lip caught between his teeth, cheeks and bridge of his nose beet red. his ears twitch as you caress him and hum as you watch him become reduced to nothing but a puddle by your feet.

“you're such a good bunny for me.” you coo as you cup his cheek in one hand whilst the other trails behind his back. his breath hitches in his throat as you go lower and lower. heat rising and radiating onto the palm of your hand as changbin stares at you, completely smitten and under your control.

“have you done everything i've asked of you?”

“i have.” he whispers.

“good baby girl. i suppose you'd want your treat now, mhm?” changbin nods his head frantically before his eyes widen and a burst of pleasure rushes up his spine.

your fingers have reached the top of his ass. situated is a cute and fluffy bunny tail. you take liberty of squeezing his tail, loving the way he melts some more. his eyes well with tears of pleasure, his hands shakily gripping onto the material of your shirt.

his legs shake and threaten to give up, buckling at the knees as he clings onto you for dear life. his body presses against you, all his body weight shifting onto you as you laugh and hold him steady.

you bury your fingers into the soft fluff of his tail, gently twisting it around your finger before squeezing and caressing it. changbin sobs and whimpers, breathy pants and moans fall past his lips.

he buries his head into your chest, his knuckles turning white. you kiss his forehead gently, loving the way your bunny is weak, whimper and submissive for you.

“yn.. yn please.” he looks up at you, his cheeks tear stained and flushed. you chew your bottom lip hard, your body shivering at the way he looks.

“please what?”

“please don't stop. please give me more.” he begs. you hum and comply to his wishes, using your free hand to caress his long bunny ears. you squeeze and caress his ears and tail at the same time providing an overwhelming amount of pleasure for your sweet boy.

you praise him, watching goose bumps rise to the surface of his flush skin. he grips onto you with such force that he's also pulling you down, desperation setting in.

“good.. so good.. don't stop–hng!”

“my good bunny. you're so good to me. i love you so much, binnie.”

“love.. love you too. i love you too, yn.” the pit of changbin's stomach burns. his fingertips and toes tingling whilst his mind is reduced to nothing. he's now hyper aware of you. how you caress and feel against him. how your heart rate is steady and skipping beats. how your breathing is slowly turning laboured.

your hands occasionally leave his tail to caress and cup his ass. you squeeze his soft and plump cheeks before rubbing his puckered hole with two fingers, circling and occasionally pushing the tips of your fingers inside before removing them, heightening changbin's frustration.

everything hurts. everything burns. he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up with it. with each squeeze, each rub and each praise drives his sense into over drive. empty whimpers and moans fall past his lips, eyes squeezed shut as tears slip past his lash line and stain his cheeks.

lips parting and becoming dry, saliva pooling and trickling down his chin occasionally staining your clothing.

“cant–” is all he manages to choke out before his legs violently shake and give up. his muscles twitch violently as he falls to the floor on his knees with you. his sticky fluid pools onto the floor beside his knees, the apron now stained.

you lick your lips as changbin shakes and whimpers. his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. he looks up at you, shivering at how hungry you are for him but also due to the fact that you didn't give him permission.

“yn. i–”

“did you feel good, bun?” he cautiously nods his head, not sure on whether you're baiting him due to your calm and soft demeanour.

“did i do good and make you proud?” he whispers.

“of course you did darling.” your hand cups his cheeks as you use your thumb to stroke under his eye. “you always do good and make me proud!”

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taybatwo2 · 5 months

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Monster High Skullector Nightmare Before Christmas Review Part 2 of 2

In my last review, I covered the box and most of Sally’s doll, until I ran out of pictures. In this one, I’ll cover Sally’s sculpt and all of Jack.

She has really cute and tiny ears hiding under her soft hair. I feel like most Skullectors’ face molds’ prior use are quickly found by the fandom, but I did not see much for Sally’s head mold, except for a Reddit thread pointing out that she probably used a modified version of the Bee CAM girl (the head does have a 2022 copyright on it).

I can see it, but if so, it was really modified. Bee CAM has a pointier chin, but does have the narrower/pointy nose, similar curving cheeks, and small puckered lips -they’re just over painted on her doll).

If they did use the Bee CAM as a base, they would have had her nose looks better defined, her chin shaved down, her lips look more inline with each other, and she received tiny round ears when/if they did use this sculpt.

They look juuuuust different enough that she might have a new sculpt or someone else’s. Does anyone else think she might resemble another character? I really should take some acetone to clean off those shiny spots on my Bee CAM’s forehead.

Okay, now for the main dish: JACK the Pump-kin KING

More under the cut:

He is seriously SO CUTE! I love his round vinyl head, his sculpted in mouth, his upturned nose, his subtle brow ridges, and blacked out eyes (thank GOD they did not genderswap him and make him look like someone doing a cosplay of Jack- like I have seen some AWESOME artwork of a more “Monster High” Jack and I think they are all playing it too safe or off model for it to be Jack). I mean these were all background characters for G1 Monster High:

He looks like another version of Eyera and would fit right into the Monster High universe in my opinion.

Okay, let’s get a close up of his shoes. They are very intricate (perfectly Monster High, and have the Spiral Hill as the heel and a teeny tiny skullete on the front of his shoes). His outfit is, unfortunately, just the two pieces and that printed, thin, satin fabric (probably to cut costs on Jack’s new head and body sculpt).

Here is his jacket. I like the print of his jacket. It is just different enough from his original movie look without looking garish.

Yup, one piece. I can understand attaching his pants and shirt together (so his pants don’t fall down…although some spiffy Pumpkin King Suspenders would have looked cool too), but it would have been nice if the vest was removable.

Hexiciah has three separate pieces…..and his set was cheaper than this set (but I suppose they need to charge more for the license….does anyone else wish they’d make older characters that were never turned into dolls again???). The shirt has real metal buttons on it though. Also, his vest reminds me of his prequel version in the graphic novel: Battle for the Pumpkin King:

Jack compared to other Monster High Manster body types (minus G3 and Finnegan). But, this comparison is a bit unfair…..Frankenstein’s Monster has lifts, and Jack is wearing heels…

Hexiciah is towering over all of them. He is actually about the same height as the buffer manster body and the default G1 body. He fits right on in. He’s also very fun to pose, but his elbow joints are bit stiff and (I’m going to assume) delicate. They also come off fairly easily.

His stand is taller than most of the Monster High characters (even Hexiciah’s) because his little stand needs to sit up higher in his ribs to hold him. His clip is also the exact same as Sally’s.

With Jack’s rectangle plastic piece under his clothing, it was hard for the stand clip to grip him, so I just tossed it for the rest of the review. No regrets.

Jack and the other skeleton girls: Skelita and her almost trial run: Skeleton CAM (and Skelita’s Re-Ment dog).

His three fingers versus Skelita and CAM (the same mold). The thumbs look pretty similar besides the size. I might paint the joints of his fingers black, but otherwise, they look great.

A close up of his tiny, but VERY detailed feet (I assume they wanted them about the same size so his pants go on easier).

Skelita’s feet dwarfs his.

His leg bones are fused together like Skelita’s, while his arm bones are separated like Skeleton CAM’s.

A comparison of Jack’s and Skelita’s back (Skelton CAM just has a regular one). I like how they still simplified his neck to resemble his simplified vertebrae seen in the film. His sculpting is JUST SO GOOD!!

This set is near perfect to me. I adore it and I really wish that Mattel made it easier for everyone to get one that wanted one.

#monster high #monster high doll #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high dolls #dollbr #doll collector #toy collecting #Aleta’s reviews #monster high skullector #monster high nightmare before christmas #Nightmare before Christmas dolls

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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Vicious Girl | One Shot | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Celebrating Agust D is your new favorite pastime

❀ Word Count: 6,119

❀ Genre: Older brothers best friend, f2l, a lil' angst

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Recreational drinking (sipping some champagne at a party) explicit language, implied sexual references, a TINY bit of self-doubt from OC (literally maybe a 2-second thought), sexually explicit content including unprotected vaginal sex, nipple worship, oral (m. receiving), dirty talk, cowgirl, emotional sex, spit play tbh this is super tame

❀ Published: June 13, 2022

❀ A/N: This one shot is a part of the Mixtape mini-series that I did. This can absolutely be read as a standalone, but it might be a teeny more rewarding to read Mixtape first.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Velvet does the body good, you think as you look in the full-length mirror. The hemline comes mid-thigh and you’ve swapped your boots for heels for the night. You begrudgingly admit that heels do accentuate your legs, despite the fact that they’re going to hurt your feet eventually. Perhaps if you complain enough, your dotting boyfriend will give you a foot massage.

You toss the idea out the window. The weekend is about him – you’ve scraped out a tiny amount of time to fly back home to support him – and you want to make sure that your focus is on him entirely. Yoongi always has a way of making it about you and though you love that about him, you feel like you never quite do for him what he does for you.

It's a good thing he has a full mirror. In fact, there are so many things about Yoongi’s apartment that you appreciate. For starters, he has more than a single pillow and his sheets are a soft, slate grey – not navy. He also has décor - not movie posters or boxes of beer flattened to look like wall ornamentation. There are plants in his minimalist apartment, muted greens among the greys, whites and blacks. Yoongi even has multiple towels for his face, body and for drying hands.

Yoongi has his shit together – almost always has – but you like that about him.

“Holy fuck, hurry up!” You heard Seokjin yell from the kitchen.

You sigh. Grabbing the small clutch on a gold chain, you rush out of Yoongi’s room. Every room in his two-bedroom apartment smells different. The bedroom warm with sandalwood and mint, the living room like vanilla and a little bit of spice, the kitchen clean citrus.

Seokjin leans against the marble, island countertop. He's looking down at his cellphone, scrolling away. He's dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, and an unbuttoned suit jacket. His hair is styed back, opening up his handsome face. Seokjin looks good like this. Mature.

Yoongi's apartment is dark and warm. You love the muted tones, the way he balances how it looks lived in while being clean. Your eyes dart to the boots near the couch, laces pulled like he was in a hurry. You move without thinking about it, picking them up by the ankles and walking to the door, heels clicking. Seokjin finally looks up at you as you place Yoongi’s shoes carefully on the rack by the door.

“You’re wearing that?” Seokjin demands, making you look at him with wide eyes. “That dress is way too short!”

“Please don’t start,” you sigh, holding a hand up. “Your brotherly instincts are not needed.”

The velvet, black dress hugs you generously. The straps are thin but secure, and your hair is in a whispy bun, a few curled pieces loose. There is a mysterious splotch on your neck covered with concealer and a light layer of powder, but it’s not super obvious.

Seokjin scoffs and jingles his keys. He arrived fifteen minutes prior to pick you up and drive you to the hotel, where Yoongi is already at for his media time. The release party is a few minutes away and you’re runny a tad behind.

Down the elevator and across a luxurious lobby, Seokjin rushes you onward as you slid into the sleek interior of his car. It smells just like it always does – leather cleaner, a hint of cologne, and the god-awful scent in the shape of Christmas tree that hang from the mirror.

You snap the scent hanger off, earning a yell from him. “Please,” you beg. “You are a grown man. Get rid of the black ice scent.”

You toss it to the back as Seokjin launches into a lecture about how you should behave in his car. You tune him out for the most part, content to be in a city familiar to you with Seokjin giving you a tough time. It wouldn’t be home without bickering with your brother.

It wouldn’t be home without the lingering presence of Yoongi.

But it’s the first time that you’re home since you’ve started dating. The massive home that holds all those pre-relationship memories sits empty. Your parents are out of town – somewhere like the Maldives, you think. Yoongi’s parents are also vacationing, though it’s off the coast of China somewhere.

You chew your lip. You try not to be annoyed that your parents booked a trip even after you said you were visiting. Your visits home were few and far between – this particular trip was specifically driven by your desire to support Yoongi’s album release.

The label had wanted to give him blowout event somewhere glitzy and filled with socialites and media. Yoongi, ever the fan of lowkey functions, nixed that idea. He wanted his celebration to be at home, with his closest friends, the people from the label who mattered, media outlets who gave him the time of day when he was getting his start, and a few partners and important people in the industry.

Still, the hotel is beautiful. The valet bows his head lightly when he takes the car, and the label floors are so polished they show your reflection. You smile when you see the sign that mentions the Sky Terrace is closed for a private event.

Chewing your lip and fishing your phone out, you snap a picture of it. It feels cheesy, but you don’t care. You grin one last time at the sign.

Sky Terraced Closed for Private Event

Agust D Release Party on floor seventeen

Seokjin rolls his eyes, calling you over. You rush again, holding your purse against your hip as it bounces wildly.

An elevator attendant requests an invitation. You flash yours and he hits the seventeenth floor on the elevator. You have it to yourself, the jazz music playing as Seokjin adjusts his suit jacket in the mirrored wall.

“You look fine,” you chastise.

“I have a hot FaceTime date after this. I’m nervous.”

“Suri is already your girlfriend.”

“Still nervous.”

You smirk at the red tips of his ears as he clears his throat and stands still. “Cute.”

Music thumps as you reach the top floor. Before the doors an open, you can hear the voices and the music.

The elevator doors peel away to a view of the rooftop bar area. There are string lights zig-zagging across the space, casting a warm glow on the deck. A stone bar lit with soft lighting along the wall takes up the right side of the rooftop. Lounge chairs and high-tops are placed strategically on the deck. A DJ is in the corner with a large posterboard of Yoongi’s album cover.

People mill about the space, conversation humming above the music. Servers walk around with finger foods and flutes of champagne. You nick a glass of champagne for you and your brother, siping on the sweet bubbles as you scan the crowd.

Finding Yoongi is an instinctual talent. You could find him in any space, like a magnetic pull humming here here here any time you share a room with him. He’s over by the bar, elbow leaning on the top of a high-back chair as he nods, listening to what the man in front of him is saying.

Yoongi looks breathtaking. You do where rose-colored glasses any time you look at him, but you know that even without the bias and attraction that comes from being in a relationship with him, that he is absolutely stunning.

Dressed in a black button up that’s tucked into black slacks, he foregoes the suit jacket. His shoulders look particularly broad, buttons straining as he laughs at something. His dark hair has grown long, curling at the back of his neck, sands silky soft. You’d spent most of the evening after your plane flight running your hands through his hair, tugging them to pull moans from him most of the night.

You never wanted him to cut his hair again.

Earrings caught the string lighting as you walked toward him. You were envious of how narrow his waist looked, wrapped neatly in the designer belt and black slacks. How he could look so impossibly model-like was beyond you. Because it was Yoongi – the guy who was usually in ripped jeans, a t-shirt and a hat pulled so low on his head you could barely see the cat-eyes.

Said cat-eyes look up at you over the shoulder of the man he is talking to. You will never get used to the way Yoongi’s eyes glitter when they notice you in a room. It's an obvious shift, his eyes narrowing slightly every time he sets his sights on you. You can see the way the rest of the room melts away – eyes only for you.

Yoongi excuses himself gently with a firm hand on the shoulder, a gummy smile and a bow of his head. Sandalwood envelops you as his grin spreads further, your heart beating faster as his hands find home on your waist, pulling you in immediately.

“Hi,” he breaths, sweet breath fanning your face. You’re tucked against hist chest, his heartbeat matching yours, fingers firm on your hips. His eyes flicker all over your face, dark gaze endless. “You look beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk. You look incredible.”

“Well I think I look great,” Seokjin huffs from behind you.

You grimace but Yoongi takes your brother’s interruption in slide. He always does. Yoongi finds it so easy to accept Seokjin’s jesting, complaints and interruptions to your relationship. Because Yoongi knows that there could have been an alternative where Seokjin never forgave him for sleeping with his baby siter. Where Seokjin would never let you exist like this, without guilt and in Yoongi’s arms.

The thought makes you surge forward, catching Yoongi’s lips for a quick, soft kiss. Your eyes flutter open to reveal a gummy smile and unfiltered affection. You burn under that gaze, stomach flipping as you pull away from him. Yoongi doesn’t let you get far, hand wrapped around your waist.

“Seokjin, you are always the epitome of beauty in any room,” Yoongi assures your brother, though his eyes are downcast at you. He squeezes your waist and you hide your smile by sipping the champagne. “Come on, I want to introduce you both to some people.”

Names are not your forte. You try to remember them anyway, relating names and relations and jobs to faces. It's an hour in and you hate that you’ve forgotten so many already. There are familiar faces to you, of course. Taehyung and Jimin show up late, but they blow kisses at you while Yoongi introduces you to one of the senior producers at his label.

Warmth spreads from your fingers to your toes at how everyone treats Yoongi. They boy their heads, their words are respectful. They tell you how he’s helped them, how he always volunteers to assist on projects that have nothing to do with him or won’t bring him notoriety. How he has a fascinating mind for music, how he can turn an unfinished melody into something greater.

These people love him. They respect him. And the blush as he ducks his head and shrugs off another compliment as he laughs only spurs you further, smile growing. You're so stupidly proud of him, especially when they start giving toasts and listing his accomplishments.

Yoongi hates being the center of attention, but you see the way his eyes glimmer. He's proud of himself too. He accepts them with grace, a smile and polite words. He knows that the praise isn’t coming from nowhere. He is humble, but he isn’t stupid.

A glass of champagne appears in front of you as Yoongi materializes from between a group. You're leaning on the balcony overseeing the city, Taehyung and Jimin at your side as they argue over something with Hoseok. Namjoon and Lydia have stopped by for a moment before rushing off to her mother’s birthday dinner, but you’re happy they stopped by at all.

You accept the glass of champagne just as your phone begins to ring. You fish it out, grinning when you see the name on the phone. You swipe, opening up the FaceTime and turn it to Yoongi who glances in confusion until Jungkook appears on the screen, grinning.

“Congrats, bro!” Jungkook hollers. There are wireless headphones around his neck RBG lights circling around and around. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I signed this stupid contract before I knew the date for your party.”

“I hope you’re not live,” Yoongi notes with an eyebrow raise. Jungkook makes a face and double checks before confirming he’s not. “That’s okay, Jungkookie. You know I love seeing you make your own money.”

Jungkook is shy at that. Tonight, he’s debuting a new sponsor that he partnered with, and you have blessedly been able to give him the apartment to himself while he streams the new game. Even though he no longer streams exclusively content for your studio, you’re so stupidly happy for Jungkook’s success as a streamer.

And so is Yoongi, if his smile is anything to tell.

Congratulations and well wishes shoot back and forth. You rest your head on Yoongi’s chest, sipping the champagne as he holds your phone so you can both see Jungkook. When the phone call ends, you’re still like that, back pressed against his chest and your head tucked into his neck.

You’ve drifted away from your friends, and Yoongi’s coworkers and colleagues leave the two of you alone in your little corner of the event space.

“They did an amazing job decorating,” you hum, watching as people pose at the photobooth. The photos from the professional photographer are promised to be delivered to you soon. Snapshots of you smiling with his arm around your waist, him crushing his lips to your cheek as you screeched. A cheesy one of him dipping you. “It’s beautiful.”

He hums. “Hardly the most beautiful thing here tonight.” Yoongi’s fingers trace the hem of your dress on your thigh, making you shiver. You make a small sound, fueled by the glasses of champagne and being close to him. He smirks. “I like your dress.”

“Seokjin hates it.”

“Because Seokjin knows how much my mouth waters seeing you in it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmmm.” He noses your forehead. “Wanna head out?”

“You can’t leave! It's your party.”

“Exactly, which means I can do whatever I want. I’ve done all the press, kissed all the babies and knighted all the loyal men. I’m allowed to leave.”

“You sure you don’t have any more babies to kiss?”

“Just one,” he mutters against the skin of your temple, mouth damp from the champagne. “But she’s arguing with me.”

You purse your lips as he laughs, sound deep. Your toes curl. “Okay, let’s leave.”

The goodbye rounds are quick. Yoongi thanks everyone for coming out – doesn't miss a single person. He thanks the staff, heading to the bar and leaving a massive tip. Personally thanking the photographer, the DJ, the event host, the people in the lobby.

There's not a single person he misses, clapping the shoulder of a server and making sure he kept Yoongi’s card to send his work to. You stare at him as he leads you to valet, who is already swinging the door to his car open.

“What?” he asks as he helps you in, callused hands gentle in your own.

You don’t answer until he rounds the car and gets in the other side. “You’re just...” You trail off and gesture to him. “You’re so good at this.”

“Yeah,” he notes. He pulls out of the drive and onto the road. He switches driving hands, left hand on the top of the wheel as he navigates the city confidently while the right finds home on your thigh. Immediately your skin sparks at the contact. “But it’s exhausting.”

“I know.”

Your eyes are on him, searching. He notices, glancing at you from the corner of his vision. His hand squeezes your thigh playfully ask he repeats himself. “What?”

“I’m really happy for you.”

The words are too simple for how you feel. They don't’ really convey what you mean. You struggle to form the right sentences, to explain what you really mean. “Not just because your success – that is obviously – I am beyond proud about that. You're incredibly talented and I’m so happy that it’s paying off. You're being rewarded for hard work.”

“You’re being weird.”

“Sorry,” you laugh, breathless. “What I’m getting at is that I’m also proud at the way you handle everyone. You're so incredibly kind and you listen to what people are saying to you. You accept the compliments with grace and you make an effort to make sure that people feel important to your success. I just... I'm proud of you.”

“I couldn’t do it without you.” You roll your eyes but he laughs and says, “I’m serious. You have no idea how much easier it is to be that person – one that can talk and smile and shake hands – when you’re at my side. It's comforting and you help me not get nervous.”

“So do I get a paycheck from you now or later?”

His laughter is throaty, voice deep when he says, “How do you accept payment?”

A shiver dances its way up your spine. You squirm in the seat and his grip on your thigh increases momentarily before his thumb starts brushing in lazy circles. Oh you hate when he does that. He knows how much it sends tingling up your leg to your core, and how hard it is for you to think straight when he traces patterns on your skin.

“A variety of ways,” you manage. He heads downtown toward his apartment. Only a moment away as the tension in the car mounts. “For example, I enjoy donuts.”

“You do enjoy those.”

“And I also really enjoy your cooking.”

“Yes, that is true.”

His hand moves up your thigh, closer to your center and for a moment, your head blanks out. Your eyes are half-lidded as his fingers tease underneath your dress, only to trace back down to your knee and squeeze. “You were saying?”

“Huh?”

He grins like the Cheshire Cat. “You were listing forms of payment.”

“Oh - um – I really enjoy boba tea as well.”

“Do you accept payment in orgasms?” The apartment appears as he heads for the parking garage. Again, his hand brushes backup smooth, warm skin to the top of your thigh, his pointer finger tracing the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “So?”

“Uh - yes. Yes I do.”

Yoongi is parked and opening your door before you can form another sentence or realize that the car is not moving. Your brain is firing in all sorts of directions, trying to snap together anything beyond screaming excitement and arousal.

He holds his hand out to you. “I can pay you inside,” Yoongi says with mock seriousness. “I don’t enjoy outstanding bills.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.” He pushes you against the closed door of the car, molding his mouth to yours. The kiss catches you by surprise, his mouth warm and sweet from champagne. Kissing Yoongi is everything – and one of his favorite things – and you’re breathless when he pulls away. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, fingers brushed one of your loose strands back into place. You look up at him and he grins. “Come on.”

Yoongi's hands are warm. You look down at where your fingers are linked as he leads you through the lobby to the elevator. Hands that created so many memories on the piano for you. That handed you CDs. That touched you and made you feel loved. Hands that made so much success, all celebrated tonight.

You chew your bottom lip as you look up at him in the elevator. His gaze his heated as he looks at you, back pressed against the elevator as it goes up, hands linked between you. His eyes are hunger as they look you up and down, his hair still perfect, save for a few locks that now hang over his eyebrow.

“Hmm?” he tilts his head in a question, lips quirked in a smirk.

“You’re just so talented,” you murmur. “It blows me away sometimes.”

He smirks, raising an eyebrow. Confident, cocky Yoongi takes over. He tugs you sharply, pulling you into his chest harshly. You gasp as his hands drop yours to wrap around you, palming your ass generously over the velvet of your dress, squeezing. You hum a sound that sounds suspiciously like a moan.

“I have other ways to blow your mind.” His voice is deep, soft. You curl your fingers in the collar of his shirt, wrinkling it slightly. You look up at him through your lashes and he groans. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you have stars in your eyes.”

“There are,” you whisper. “I’m looking at you.”

The elevator dings and you walk backward, pulling him along. You smile as he follows you, hypnotized by your eyes and your smile. Yoongi barely seems to register that you’re at his apartment door until you kiss his chin and tap the door. He fumbles and turns red.

You love Yoongi like this. Distracted by you. Enchanted. It makes you giddy, still thrilled every time. The fact that you can make Min Yoongi look like this. The fact that you made him blush. And that he does nothing to hide it. He tells you that you make him nervous, that you’re the one person he has to impress.

The apartment is dark as you enter the door near the kitchen – you smell the citrus but you smell Yoongi’s sandalwood more. You push into him when he closes the door, hands around his waist, hands looking up at him with his chin pressed against his chest.

“Hi,” you breathe.

Yoongi doesn’t answer. He presses his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, content to leave his hands resting on the curves of your hips. The kiss is slow and languid, taking his time with your mouth. He licks into your mouth and you open up to him – you always open up to him. Always will open up to him.

Minutes, hours, days, months or years could pass as you kiss him. Warmth like melted honey seeps through you. Your bones turn pliant and you lean into him, pressing against his chest. Closer. Closer. Closer. If you could bind yourself to him forever, you would.

Forever.

The word is terrifying in your mind, distracting you. You've only been an item for a few months, but already the idea of more, of permanence, of the future is something that lingers on the edge of desire. You don’t voice that desire, don’t ask for more than you already have. Because how can you? The idea of ruining what you have now keeping it at bay.

Yoongi senses your distraction because of course he does. He pulls away, nipping at your bottom lip as he does until it pops out of from his bite and into place. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and pupils blown out.

“Hmm?” he asks, not needing to voice the words. You know what he wants but you press toward him again to kiss him instead. He laughs as you do, tugging you away a little. “Sweet girl,” he warns. “Wanna talk now or later? I feel those little wheels turning.”

“Later.” He squeezes your hips, raising his brows. If you tell him later you have to mean it. You know it’s a promise. Yoongi never forgets – always makes it a point to make sure you talk. “I promise. It’s nothing serious, nothing important.”

“Everything about you is important.”

“What’s important is I want you.”

“Okay.” He kisses you once. Twice. “Okay.”

Settled, Yoongi leads you in a dance of careful feet and smacking lips. He laughs when you stumble and his teeth bump against yours. Your fingers slide in his long hair, silky smooth between hungry fingers. You tug at the ends, scratching close to his scalp. He moans into your mouth.

Legs hit the bed and you go backward, Yoongi’s hands guiding you gently. Always soft, always careful as he hovers over you, teeth going to your neck. You tilt your head to the side, letting him suck marks onto your neck, fingers tangled at the nape of his neck.

“You covered your hicky,” he chuckles, tongue lapping back and forth over the covered, bruised flesh. “I guess I’ll just leave more.”

“I didn’t want people to think I was trashy,” you gasp as he bites down on your sensitive spot, tongue soothing the sting immediately after.

“Not trashy.” He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, nibbling. “Mine.”

You feel the unsaid words. That he can leave them on you without being found out. That a simple mark that was once forbidden is only a small eyesore now. Yoongi rolls his hips into yours, showing you how effective your touch on him is. You let out a breathy sound and he hums, biting down your collarbones to the unmarked flesh.

“So beautiful.”

Pressing a knee against his hip and hands on his shoulders, you push and roll. It's not as smooth as you want it to be; you land on him a little hard and you bump noses, but it doesn’t matter. He's laughing as he brushes the loose strands from your face to look at you.

Eager fingers work the buttons of his shirt. He runs his hands up and down the sides of your thighs. Your dress has risen above the swell of your ass, underwear on full display.

“Wanna reward you,” you mumble, hands a little clumsy under his watchful eyes and heated palms. “For being so talented, and hardworking and absolutely thoughtful. You thanked every single person there, made them feel special.”

“I thought I was supposed to blow your mind tonight.”

“Okay maybe after I blow you first.”

Yoongi’s laugh reverberates through you as you rid him of his shirt. His skin is smooth and beautiful, firmer since he’s started working out. You don’t care what the canvas looks like, as long as it belongs to Yoongi.

Your mouth explores his chest, sucking marks into his skin, bruising him so eagerly. He lets you nipple and lick, his hands, exploring your sides and squeezing the flesh he can get his hands on. He’s a vision beneath you, especially when he leans on his elbows, lifting himself to watch you unbutton the belt and dress pants.

A moan falls from your mouth as Yoongi lifts his hips to lead you pull the pants and boxers down in one, swift tug. His heavy cock bounces against his stomach, tip leaking precum and swollen read, ready for you.

You never stop being impressed by him. You settle between his spread legs, face down and ass up as you gather spit on your mouth, opening to let it dribble on his tip as you grasp his cock. He jerks at the sensation, moaning deep in his throat as he watches the spit wet the head. You’re quick to follow, licking the crown of his cock before running your tongue down his shaft, carful to spread spit as much as possible.

The sounds Yoongi makes are heaven as you begin to pump his cock in earnest, spreading his cum and your spit up and down his shaft while you tentatively suckle his tip. He throws his head back, eyes closed to the ceiling as you run your tongue around the tip again.

Carefully, you take him back in your mouth, the slide glorious as you take him as far as you can in one go. You set a steady pace, sucking vigorously and letting spit dribble from the side of your mouth to lubricate what you can’t fit, hand pumping him into your lips.

A tattooed arm comes up and fists the back of your hair, fingers tangled in the clip. Yoongi’s eyes are on you now – his hand is firm, but he doesn’t push or pull. “Fuck you look so good sucking my cock like that.”

You moan around him, wiggling your ass at the praise. His eyes shoot to where your ass is up in the air, framed by dainty lace. “Fuck you’re so hot,” he moans. You hum, making him moan again as you take him deeper, fucking him into your mouth. “just like that sweet girl.”

The sounds he makes spurs you on. He’s laid out for you, naked and flushed. You look up at him through your lashes, watching the way he grits his teeth, a soft snarl on his mouth. One hand is fisted in the sheets, the other nudging you a little fasters, his hips twitching upward occasionally.

Your eyes meat as you sink all the way down and pause, swallowing around him.

“Fuck,” Yoongi growls. He pulls you off his cock by the hair, and toward him. You protest but he presses messy, wet open mouth kisses against you. “I know you wanna suck me off all night, but I wanna fuck you. Now.”

“Yoongi,” you whine between spit and teeth.

“Sorry baby.” He doesn’t sound sorry.

He grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it over your head. He groans when he sees you’re not wearing a bra, leaning up to catch a nipple in his mouth. He shifts so that he has you cradled in his lap, his hands pressing against your back to hold you against his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair against as his tongue runs from one pert bud to the other.

Yoongi’s teeth pull at your nipple and you moan loudly, yanking his hair to pull him back. He looks up at you, lips glossy with spit. “I wanted to reward you.”

He slaps your ass, making you squeak and he grins. “Ride me then,” he offers, voice scratchy. “Wanna suck these perfect fucking tits while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

A huff of air escapes you. What comes out of his mouth is always surprising, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve heard it.

You lift yourself over him as he grabs the base of his cock, running it back and forth up your slit. You moan as he pays close attention to your clit, making you buck your hips. He smiles into your chest.

“Always so fucking wet,” he notes, breathless. His top prods your entrance and you skin down slowly on him, gasping and casting your head back as his girth stretches you perfectly.

Your wet enough that the slide is bearable, but Yoongi’s cock still stretches you. He’s buried to the hilt, your pussy fluttering around him as you adjust, panting. He carefully leans back against the headboard, hands tracing up your sides to cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

He smiles, leaning forward. “Take your time,” the tip of his tongue flicks over your right nipple, giving you goosebumps. “I’m content right where I am.”

A moan escapes your mouth as he wraps his lips around a nipple. Your eyes flutter shut and you toss your head back, content to let his mouth suckle on your bud, his finger brushing back and forth on the other. Sparks shoot down your spine, his hot mouth sending you into overdrive as your cunt adjusts around him.

Slowly, you roll your hips. He moans, detaching his mouth to trail to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. There are no parts of you that Yoongi does love – breasts, thighs, stomach, ass – he worships it all. Will bite any part of you, kiss every inch of your skin.

Yoongi drives you wild as you slowly roll your hips back and forth, in no hurry to fuck yourself on him wildly. It feels amazing. Heat throbs between your legs and you feel the sweat slick on your spine and neck, your eyes shut as you let your hips follow a natural pace.

Beneath you, Yoongi makes sounds of appreciation. He takes breaks from lavishing your breasts to suck on your neck as you ride him slowly, rolling your hips back enough to make the slide deep. At this angle, Yoongi’s cock brushes against your g-spot without much maneuvering, making you shake in his lap.

Every part of you is trembling. You lose yourself in the way Yoongi holds you to him, mouth paying penance to everywhere he can reach. Your orgasm creeps, but neither of you rush the pace. You’re in no hurry to fuck each other to the end of the line, content to just feel.

A deep sound escapes Yoongi’s throat as he leans his head on the headboard, looking up at you. You feel his heated gaze, drawing your attention the same way he does anytime you enter the same room. Your hands go to the back of his neck, twisting your fingers there. His hands go to your hips, helping you with a new pattern of lifting and slamming back down on him.

Wet smacks fuel you further. You’re not fucking him fast but you’re fucking him deep and his eyes are burning so much it doesn’t feel like fucking anymore.

You can barely catch your breath. His skin is burning against yours, sound like whines leaving his mouth. You press your face close, noses bumping as his fingers dig into your hips. You’re shooting toward the sky, a star going going going, ready to fucking explode.

Yoongi tilts his head, his mouth brushing yours. “I love you.”

Everything shatters. You scream into his mouth, body going rigid as you cum around him hard. You’re gasping through it, white blinding you behind squeezed eyelids. Yoongi lets out a loud sound between a gasp and groan, cumming immediately from how worked up you got him with your mouth and how hard you’ve cum on his cock.

Panting, you sit there for a moment. You feel cum dripping down your thighs, but you don’t care. Your mind is spinning after your orgasm and replaying what he said.

I love you.

Min Yoongi is telling you he loves you. The man of your dreams as a child. The childhood crush you could never have. The man that you had, and then almost lost. The man that coaxed truths out of you, even when you were embarrassed of them.

He says it so easily. So freely. He’s not tense under you, his hands rubbing up and down your back, lips soft and pliant against your jaw as he helps you recover after an intense orgasm. There is nothing in his posture that suggest anxiety or regret.

Slowly, you pull away from him, looking down. His brow is sweaty, ebony hair pressed against his skin. Delicately, you brush it out of his eyes, drawing that pinpoint stare to you. You lick your lips. “You love me?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, smiling at you. Settles further into the bed with you still in his lap, making no move to pull out of you. “Course I do. You’re amazing. I’ve loved you for a very long time.”

“Really?”

“You should be more confident in your abilities to woo men.” You smack his chest. He laughs for a moment before turning serious, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you – it just took a little bit of time for me to unlock it.” You nodded, a little lost in his gaze. “You okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m sorry. I just have always wanted to hear you say that and I’m really happy.” You pause. “And a little scared. Because I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t want it to go away.”

He kisses you softly. “Is that why you looked a little lost at the doorway earlier?” You nod. “I’ve been here for most of your life,” he reminds you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m here for good. I’m not saying let’s get married tomorrow, but I have no intention of ever letting you walk down the aisle for anyone else. Ever.”

A smile curls your lips. “I’ll never let you marry someone else,” you promise him. “I can fight.”

Yoongi grins. “Sure you can.”

“I am very vicious.”

He hums and shifts, lifting you off his soft cock. You whine but he shuts you up with a kiss. “Come on my vicious girl,” he teases. “Let’s shower.”

“Okay.”

“And hey,” he says, making you pause. “I love you.” He kisses your temple. “Vicious girl.”

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