#OC Mini fics

[wyattjohnston]

9, daisy and jack!

hello, nobody talk about this being a month old pls

9. things you said when i was crying - jack & daisy

The presentation had been… disastrous. Her professor hadn’t said used that exact word, but Daisy could not have imagined the unimpressed look on his face when she’d finally finished after a number of false starts and uncharacteristic stuttering.

Her emotions had truly been all over the place already, not yet recovered from the unexpected and short-lived pregnancy, so she could only try not to prevent the quiet crying from becoming fully body sobs whilst waiting for other presentations to finish or on the train home.

No such composure was required once she arrived home. Jack was barely woken up from a pre-game nap judging by the many directions his hair was going, and he was not at all prepared for her chest to heave just before she burst into body-wracking sobs.

“They’re—they’re gonna kick me ou-out.”

“Why do you think that?” Jack asked cautiously, only taking half a step forward. Daisy wasn’t having that, though, and she collapsed into his arms as she recounted her entire day from start to finish.

She didn’t believe Jack for a second when he told her it would be okay, and the sobbing only got worse when he asked her to clarify that professor had actually been unimpressed or if that was just how he looked ordinarily.

Pulling away from him, with anger rising so quickly that it broke up her sobbing, “I wouldn’t be like this if he looked like that all the time!”

“I just mean—you’re a little more sensitive lately—”

“Oh sorry,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll tell my hormones to sort their shit out so I’m less sensitive for you.”

“That’s not—” Jack sighed. “Daisy, that’s not what I meant, and you know that.”

“I don’t fucking know anything, Jack, that’s—that’s the whole problem.”

Jack cautiously tilted his head, one arm extended outright as an invitation for Daisy, who had returned to crying. She took it folding into his chest as Jack tried to sooth her.

[belu-bleeb]

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Danny lost count.

belu_bleeb is typing…

I changed up my style formatting, trying to experiment, since this kind of formatting style will be like in the upcoming mini series.

[imreidswifey]

Little Things That Matter -Fluff-

Summary: Sometimes, love isn’t about grand gestures or dramatic declarations—it’s found in the quiet, meaningful moments that leave a lasting impact. In this collection of mini-stories, you fall for Dr. Spencer Reid, the brilliant but socially awkward profiler from the BAU, through the small, thoughtful things he does: letting you take the last seat on a crowded train, cooking your favorite meal, planning a cozy picnic, and soothing your stress with his gentle touch. Each moment shows his kindness, intelligence, and quiet charm, proving that love truly is in the details.

A/N: This is 4 mini stories so get comfy and enjoy! Please request any ideas or prompts!! I NEED MORE IDEAS

Warnings:

Mild references to stress: Includes brief mentions of workplace frustrations and emotional tension.

Fluff and sweetness overload: This story contains heartwarming, tender moments that might leave you smiling uncontrollably.

Second-person POV: Written from your perspective to immerse you in the story.

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1. Letting You Sit in Your Seat

You’re flustered as you board the crowded train, scanning the car for an empty seat. To your relief, you spot one near the window. But just as you make your way over, a lanky man with tousled hair and a book in hand reaches it at the same time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, stepping back instinctively.

He looks up, startled, his hazel eyes wide behind his glasses. “No, no—please, you take it,” he insists, clutching his book closer to his chest. “I can stand. I, uh, actually find it easier to balance this way when the train moves.”

His awkward smile and the way he fidgets with the corner of his book make you hesitate, but the sincerity in his tone convinces you. You sit down, thanking him, and watch as he moves to stand nearby, gripping a pole while immersing himself in his reading.

Every so often, you catch him glancing your way, as if to make sure you’re comfortable. When you get off at your stop, you thank him again, and he offers you a shy smile. It’s such a small gesture, but the way he put your comfort above his own lingers in your mind for days.

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2. Making Food for Each Other as a Surprise

You’re not sure how it started—a casual conversation about favorite foods, maybe—but one evening, you find yourself baking cookies with the sole purpose of surprising Spencer. You know he has a sweet tooth, and the thought of his expression when he tastes them fills you with anticipation.

When you show up at his apartment, he’s startled but pleased to see you. “I was just about to call you,” he admits, stepping aside to let you in.

You set the cookies on the counter, only to notice the table is already set with two plates of spaghetti carbonara.

“Wait, did you… make dinner?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, you mentioned you liked it once, and I thought I’d try. I wasn’t sure if I got the proportions right, though. Math is easy; cooking is… not.”

You laugh and hold up your cookies. “Looks like we both had the same idea.”

Dinner turns into an evening of laughter, compliments, and an unspoken understanding that you’re starting to mean more to each other than you realized.

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3. Picnic Date

It’s his idea, but you can tell he’s nervous about it. The picnic is meticulously planned: a cozy blanket spread out in the park, a wicker basket filled with sandwiches, fruit, and thermoses of tea.

“I, um, wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I brought a little of everything,” he says, gesturing to the assortment.

You smile as you sit down beside him, touched by the effort. “It’s perfect.”

He relaxes a little as you both eat, the conversation flowing easily. He tells you random facts about the park’s history and the migratory patterns of birds overhead, his eyes lighting up as he talks. You don’t mind—his enthusiasm is contagious.

When a gust of wind blows his hair into his face, you reach over without thinking, brushing it back. He freezes for a second, then smiles shyly.

By the time the sun sets, you’re lying side by side, staring at the sky, and you realize you’re completely smitten with this quirky, brilliant man.

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4. Giving You a Head Massage While You Talk

You’re sprawled on Spencer’s couch, recounting your day while he sits behind you. His fingers, long and graceful, work gently through your hair, rubbing circles into your scalp.

“I just don’t understand why she keeps undermining me in meetings,” you vent, leaning into his touch.

“Maybe she feels threatened,” he says softly, his voice thoughtful. “Sometimes people react that way when they see someone else excelling.”

You pause, considering his words. “That… actually makes sense. Thank you.”

He hums in response, his hands never faltering. The tension in your shoulders melts away under his careful attention, and you find yourself smiling despite the frustrations of the day.

“I didn’t know you were this good at massages,” you tease, glancing back at him.

His cheeks turn pink, but he grins. “It’s all about applying even pressure in the right places. There’s actually a study that shows…”

He trails off when he sees you laughing. “Sorry. I, uh, tend to ramble.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s one of the reasons I like you.”

The way his eyes light up at your words makes your heart skip a beat.

[illyrianbitch]

as someone who writes my fics as x reader and reader inserts, i have to come clean and say i never put/say my own name. i read it as y/n. she is her own person and that is her name. yuh nuh. why en. however u wanna pronounce it

[majusialikesfastcars]

EYES OFF YOU

Arvid Lindblad x reader

Summary: Arvid never believed in love at the first sight. But then he met you, Ollie's cousin, and wasn't so sure about his beliefs anymore.

this request 🫶

⚠️Tw: prema boys being the little shits they are

!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!

(arvid's version)³

♪ 🌻 ♪

♪ 🌻 ♪

There's no touch or feeling,

Pleasure or pain,

Anything like the way you're runnin' through my veins,

No breath or beauty,

No sound or sight,

That ever made me feel the way you do tonight,

I just can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ 🌻 ♪

Going to the track at early hours of the morning was something normal for Arvid. Morning fog surrending garages and the silence of only few people working, was something he grew to love. He could quiet his mind and focus on the upcoming race. It was like second nature for him. When the crowds started to gather, he liked to hide in his garage, being a little introverted.

Today wasn't an exception. He sat in the corner of the prema garage, watching people walking by. And that's when he saw you, smiling at everyone. When your eyes met, he felt like time has stopped. He shyly smiled back, feeling his cheeks grow hot. That's when you decided to walk up to him. He could feel his heart beating rapidly, when you finally stood in front of him.

"Hi," you said sheepishly, tucking your curly hair behind your ear. "do you by any chance know how I can get to formula two paddock?"

"Yeah," he stuttered a bit. "I can show you where it is."

For the whole walk, he couldn't keep his eyes away from you. He was simply enamored by you. You talked like you knew eachother for years and he loved the lack of akward silence.

"How did you even end up in the wrong paddock?" he asked, curious as to why you were here.

"My cousin was supposed to pick me up, but something came up and I got lost." you laughed and Arvid knew he found his new favourite sound. He didn't dug deeper and unbeknownst to him that said cousin was watching you two with a sly smile on his face. Ollie Bearman was a lot of things, but not stupid. He knew by the look in your eyes, that you too were smitten by the dark haired boy.

It was time to play cupid.

♪ 🌻 ♪

Ollie, Kimi, Dino, Gabriele and Arvid sat on chairs, ready to play pico park for prema's new YouTube video. You watched the boys laugh and scream at eachother, when someone was sabotaging the game, with a fond smile on your face. Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice that Arvid was also staring, totally not focusing on the game. But the other boys were fully aware of it and who would they be if they didn't tease him for it.

"ARVID!" Ollie shouted, smirking at the younger boy. "Focus on the game, mate."

"Yeah," Dino said with an evil grin on his face. "you can ask her out later."

Arvid swore, he would kill him later. When you looked at him, he really wanted the earth to swallow him whole. He almost became as red as Ferrari. The boys, of course, laughed at him. Now, he was sure he would kill them all. And then ask you out.

♪ 🌻 ♪

You sat in the prema garage, watching Ollie prepare for his race. Formula three race ended with Arvid winning it and you were really impressed with his skills. It was like him and his car were one. You felt someone's presence next to you. When you turned your head, you saw Arvid smiling from ear to ear. It was like he knew you thought about him. You smiled back, blush covering your cheeks. You could shamelessly admit that his post race look was hot.

"Congrats on P1." you said, winking playfully at him. "Winning looks good on you."

Arvid felt his heart practically melting, when you said that.

"Thanks." he decided, that it was now or never and asked "Would you like to hang out sometime?"

He felt blush cover his cheeks as soon as he said it, looking at the ground sheepishly.

"I would love to." you said, sitting closer to him and shyly taking his hand in yours.

Maybe killing the boys wasn't that necessary, he thought, looking at your fingers now intertwined together.

♪ 🌻 ♪

Author's note: I swear the pico park video is my fav thing in the world. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoyed the story<3

[arrthurpendragon]

OC Creator Mini Bingo!

I want to try to put some positive energy back into the OC Community, so I'm going to be hosting an OC Creator Mini Bingo event for the month of September!

THIS IS OPEN TO ALL OC CREATORS! FANFICTION AND ORIGINAL STORY! OLD AND NEW OC CREATORS! POSTED STORIES AND PLOT BUNNY OCS! 

Kudos if you reblog this and tag some friends you think might be interested! :)

GOOGLE FORM SIGN UP (I’m not collecting emails)

GOOGLE DOC OF PARTICIPANTS (Please give me at least a day to update from the Google Form to the Google Doc)

Keep reading to find out more about the event!

What is OC Creator BINGO?

Well, it’s a chance to get to know other OC creators and spread some positivity!

You will interact with everyone on your BINGO card! It's a "mini" bingo because the cards are going to be 3x3. This means 8 creators will be chosen for you to interact with and you will get one of your choice!

BINGO Card template

… you know your schedules better than I do. And if you finish your card early, you are allowed to ask for another!

Since everyone is allowed to participate in this event - if there are creators you do NOT want on your card (for reasons you don’t have to explain) please put them on the Google Form. That information stays between me and you.

The following are some ways to fill in a spot for your creators:

Send 5 asks to a creator about their OCs (and reblog the answers)

Start a private conversation with someone new

Create a moodboard / aesthetic for a creator

Leave 3 reviews on a fic of a creator’s OC

Send 5 positivity asks to a creator

Reblog 5 of a creator’s OC posts

Create a manip for a creator’s OC

Create a poster / story cover for a creator’s OC

Create a video for a creator’s OC

Create a drabble for a creator’s OC

Create a gifset for a creator’s OC

Draw an OC for a creator

Do a liveblog for a creator’s OC

Create a SIM of a creator’s OC

Make a playlist for a creator’s OC

Make a blog recommendation post on your tumblr

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DO ALL OF THEM! You can pick and choose what works best for you. If you wanted to just reblog posts for all the creators on your list (because that’s an option) then go for it. Choose what you are most comfortable doing for each creator.

Those who sign up by August 31st, will have their cards ready by September 1st.

But you will still be able to sign up during most of the month of September!

[writteninthebinds]

Desperately trying to think of what everyone’s favorite music genre is from the arcane universe.

Vi undoubtedly has a playlist titled divorced dad or girl in her 20s filled with classic rock. Puddle of Mudd, Shinedown and Creed blast through the gym as she practices her combos.

Cait gives Boygenius. Moody, mysterious and yet still soft in certain ways. For Vi. Girl In Red, Gigi Perez. She’s listening as she treks through the woods alone, a sodden path under her boots, she looses herself in target practice and the melodies.

Jayce in a button down, wrinkled and left open, boxer shorts and calf-high socks, slipping and sliding in the kitchen as he belts out Consider Me Gone by Reba McEntire. He listens to anything he can dance to, get lost in. Letting go, he sings off key, using the spatula for a fake microphone and only stopping long enough to flip Vik’s pancakes.

Viktor craves music that tells a story. From Hozier to Sleep Token, he feels each set of lyrics. To Viktor, each song he sends or plays aloud in the lab as he and Jayce work, it means something.

Ekko’s a mix of sorts. Something soulful and gritty, found in the depths of deep rooted ancient forest and swamps. Barefoot in mud that coats and clings, that fills the cracks of your soul. Music that feels like home and heritage. Yeah, Ekko’s listening to Hurricane by The Band Of Heathens. Some Otis Redding, Marcus King too.

Jinx is giving punk teen angst forever. In her feels or just jamming out while she tinkers, it’s definitely Hot Mulligan, Neck Deep or All Time Low blasting through her spray painted speakers.

[icequeenbae]

Boy Next Door (m) Ch.1 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Warnings [whole story]: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 4.5k (pt.1)

Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Chapter Masterlist: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)

Author’s note: This has taken me so, SO long to write and edit that I cannot believe the time has come to post it lmao I just wanted to write something simple with the classic boy-next-door vibe but as usual, the story ended up being much longer than planned and I am going to post it as a mini-series. Please keep in mind that your feedback is what motivates me to write and post more <3 And biiig thanks to the lovely @beomcoups for taking on the beta duties on this whole story~

Network Tags: @bbh-net  @k-vanity  @ksmutsociety

PART 1

In the lobby or on your floor – those were the two locations where you’d been bumping into Baekhyun most often. Which wasn’t that strange, considering that you were neighbors. But it somehow always caught you off guard and left you flustered.

Just like the first time.

It happened almost a year ago when you were waiting for the elevator on the first floor of your building with your best friend Yuki, who came early to help you with preparations. A guy in a loose white dress shirt and jeans stepped into the elevator with you, politely greeting you before pressing his floor number.

‘Oh, you live on the 13th as well? So, you and our Y/N are neighbors!’ Yuki exclaimed.

‘Nice to meet you,’ you muttered and bowed, shy from the sudden introduction. He reciprocated, chocolate hair falling into his eyes charmingly.

‘You should come to her housewarming party! It’s in a couple hours,’ Yuki chimed in again. ‘You don’t need to bring anything, it’s just a small thing with a couple friends and neighbors. We’re making sure Y/N-ie settles in nicely here. So please come, we have tons of food!’

If anyone could ever say no to your friend… Well, you had never met such a person. You guessed that Baekhyun was simply too stunned by her enthusiasm, so he said he’d swing by for sure. In a way, you were thankful that she’d asked him – you’d have never had the guts to invite someone like that; especially not anyone as good-looking and cool as Baekhyun.

You regretted letting your bestie invite him the following evening when your party was in full swing for several hours. Most of the food was devoured, so now you were all drinking, crunching on snacks, and conversing; or trying to while jumping from one topic to another.

‘I wish we could gather more often. We all like to hang out with you, you know?’

As always, Yuki nagged at you for being too ‘stay-at-home’ of a friend.

‘I like to hang out too. But home is home. You know parties aren’t really my… favorite pastime.’

‘What is your favorite pastime, lying in bed cuddling your blanket?’ Chanyeol joked insensitively.

He should’ve known better since you were the most troubled in your group of friends regarding relationships. It was super tough for you to find a match, even when you made an effort to get out of the house and meet new people, mostly because of your history of failed relationships where your partners gained interest in someone else. It seemed like you were too plain to hold someone’s attention for long. So, you’d been ‘that single friend’ for several lonely years now. And at this time, you were actually in the very beginning of a new, promising relationship. You were still pretty insecure about it; thus, Yeol’s comment really did make you flinch. He was drunk, so that was understandable, but you still sulked at his words, mainly because they were true.

‘Hey, it doesn’t have to be a blanket.’ You frowned, pressing the straw to your lips in frustration.

‘I’m kinda sad that guy you’ve been talking to couldn’t come,’ Yuki interjected. ‘I wanted to find out what he’s like.’

‘Minho had work-related travel, so he’s resting up.’ You shrugged, sipping your drink timidly.

‘I’m sure the guy made this excuse just to avoid meeting your friends. How long have you known him for, like, two days?’ Chanyeol interjected.

‘It’s been a few weeks, actually,’ you corrected, and Hoseok, Yuki’s boyfriend, muttered a reproaching ‘hyung’ in his direction.

‘Gosh, you’re really this stupid while drunk,’ Yuki shook her head disapprovingly at your friend, who simply shrugged.

Baekhyun was pretty silent during the latest exchange, so when you briefly made eye contact, it reminded you that he could also hear all of that chatter. Which made you want to choke on your drink from humiliation. Thankfully, one of your friends still had some tact left that night, so they quickly changed the direction of the conversation. Still… you’d been mortified for weeks after the event, doing your best to avoid bumping into Baekhyun when leaving for work.

***

The next time you met, Baekhyun was also in the lobby of your apartment building. And once again, before a gathering at your place. Just days prior you had lost it and left your resignation letter at your boss's desk. Working such long hours under the constant pressure of absolutely unrealistic deadlines was taking its toll on you for sure. But when you found out they promoted a person, who was obviously less experienced and capable than you in working (but more capable in flirting with your manager), instead of you… It became the last straw.

Baekhyun appeared right on time as you struggled to push the elevator button with a whole case of beer in your hands.

‘Y/N,’ you heard his velvety voice call. ‘Nice to see you.’

‘Oh- Hi, Baekhyun.’ You greeted awkwardly, puffing from the weight you had to balance.

‘Let me help you with that?’ His suggestion sounded like a question, yet he instantly scooped the case from your hands.

‘You don’t need- thank you,’ you said, and he shook his head to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal.

‘So… having a party again?’ He asked as the elevator doors closed.

‘I wouldn’t call it a party,’ you hummed, looking at your feet. ‘I kinda had to quit my horrible job of 4 years, so my friends are making me celebrate it. Not that becoming unemployed calls for a celebration…’

You trailed off, not wanting to be a nuisance to your neighbor. He was just making small talk.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. Are you taking a break now or looking for something else?’

‘I’ll start looking next week. It’s Friday, my friends are coming… So I’ll try to just clear my mind and rest for one full weekend before I start stressing about a new job. Hopefully, my friends wouldn’t talk my ear off about it – that’s what the beer’s for. My little trick,’ you chuckled sheepishly.

‘Aren’t your friends supposed to treat you in this situation?’ Baekhyun huffed, shaking his head to rearrange his hair and better see you.

‘They should… bring more alcohol with them, I think. I couldn’t have them over for nothing, though.’

The doors opened after a robotic voice announced your floor.

‘Well, anyhow. Thanks a lot for your help!’ You tried taking the beer from Baekhyun, but he didn’t let you.

‘Open the door first; you can’t do it while holding this.’

‘Right. Thanks,’ you fussed, pressing your password in.

Baekhyun quickly placed the case on the floor of your hallway.

‘You should come!’ You blurted out, instantly getting flustered. ‘If you want.’

‘I might drop by if I’m free,’ he smiled softly. ‘My family wanted to have a video call later. That may take long.’

‘Of course. Have fun!’ You nodded, beating yourself up in your mind for being so weird suddenly.

‘You have fun,’ he chuckled, stepping towards his apartment. ‘Oh, and Y/N?’

Looking up at him as he called your name, you were met with his warm yet serious eyes.

‘If you need anything… You know where to find me.’

That made you strangely sentimental.

‘T-thank you.’

He sent you a message later on and let you know he couldn’t make it to your party. But in a way, he was there – on your mind.

***

It was about three weeks after you’d broken things off with Minho. If you could even consider it one, the relationship wasn’t long, only a couple months. At first, you thought it could be something, realizing later that it was only wishful thinking. There was no way the two of you could make it work; you were just not compatible with each other. The more you got to know him, the more you were reassured of that. Your life goals were different, your outlook on relationships was different… even your ideas of quality time with a significant other didn’t match. This time, the initial infatuation wore off rather quickly – probably because you didn’t go out of your way to appease him. You knew it was probably for the better. Pretty much all of your relationships ended the same way, with your boyfriends telling you they found someone else. Someone… more exciting.

This was the case for your first relationship halfway in your first year of university.

‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t feel the spark, you know? You’re so… domestic,’ your then-boyfriend said in his breakup speech. ‘I’m young, I want to experience stuff, be bold, and have fun. And there are people that I can do this with, who’ll also enjoy it.’

It repeated less than two years later when you’d barely worked up the courage to try and start something with another person. When it happened the third time, you decided you weren’t really made for relationships. It was ironic since you always wanted to be in one. You were very affectionate and were keen on taking care of people. Yes, you weren’t that into big gatherings and parties, and maybe it was a little too difficult to drag you anywhere when you were stressing about the upcoming tests and stuff… But you weren’t completely closed off! Even with those limitations, you were very sociable and had many friends. Was it so bad that you didn’t say yes to every suggestion? Did your inclination to stay at home and have cozy dates instead of outdoorsy stuff make you a non-relationship material? It seemed like every time someone else appeared, your boyfriends easily decided to move on.

And even though you weren’t in love with Minho, this breakup still made you sour. What made this particular day suck was that you’d found out that he was already in a new relationship; happily broadcasting it everywhere.

You weren’t jealous of him for being with someone else. You envied him for being able to find another partner in mere days after you parted ways, while for you, it felt like you’d never find or be able to retain anyone. Ever. Never ever.

‘Earth to Y/N!’ You jumped from someone’s voice ringing in your ears.

Looking up, you saw that the elevator doors were held open by your dashing neighbor, who was staring directly at you.

‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you quickly entered. ‘Hi.’

‘Hey,’ Baekhyun smiled, pressing the button for your floor. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Um, yeah. No. I mean-’ You sighed. ‘I’m just a bit out of sorts.’

‘Trouble at work?’

‘No, my new job is great. A huge improvement on the previous one. It’s just… everything else is not nearly as great?’

Yeah, because you pushed yourself to get back on the market to finally not be alone, and here you were. Back to square one.The sniffling you produced startled even your own self.

‘Oh god, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ he replied, his voice gentle. ‘Do you want to talk?’

‘Oh no, I wouldn’t dream about boring you with my stupid problems.’

‘I’m sure they aren’t stupid,’ he said. ‘And I have ice cream. Almost any flavor you could think of.’

You looked at him silently, and he smiled again reassuringly.

‘It’s not mandatory for you to tell me anything. But I can treat my favorite neighbor with some ice cream, can I not?’

‘Am I your favorite just because you don’t know anyone else?’ You snickered gawkily.

‘No. Not just-’

He was interrupted by the usual announcement of your floor.

‘So, what do you think? You can change first and then come, no hurry. I’m free tonight.’

You puckered your lips, genuinely intrigued by his offer. Ice cream sounded perfect right about now. Although agreeing just because of the promised treats was pretty childish, you couldn’t help but be seduced by his suggestion. So, you gave him a shy nod.

‘Okay. Throw on something comfy and come over.’

You entered your respective apartments, and only after the door behind you locked… you realized that your heart was racing.

‘Damn you, Y/N, why did you agree to do this??’ You whined, catching a glimpse of your scrunched-up face in the mirror.

Fishing your phone out of your handbag quickly, you messaged Yuki.

You | I fucked up, Yu!!

You | Idk what to do now…. ㅠㅠ

Ki-yaah | What happened?? Did you like a pic on Minho’s new gf’s SNS??

Ki-yaah | I’m so dumb for telling you about this… I’m so sorry Y/N ㅠㅠ

You | No, not that

You | Who cares about Minho and his girlfriend??

You | I mean, I was a bit salty about this… But I met Baekhyun again!

Ki-yaah | Baekhyun? Your cute as fuck neighbor Baekhyun??

You | No

You | Yes?

You | My neighbor Baekhyun. I blurted out that I wasn’t in the greatest mood, and he invited me to his place for ice cream!

Ki-yaah | WHAT

Ki-yaah | YAH

Ki-yaah | THAT SLEEK BASTARD

Ki-yaah | I hope you’re texting me from his couch

Ki-yaah | Or kitchen counter

Ki-yaah | Or wherever you kids decide to do it

A bunch of obscene emojis appeared on your screen, making you blush on the spot.

You | Do it?? We’re not doing anything. I’m home!

Ki-yaah | So, you’ve already done it?? HOW WAS IT??

Ki-yaah | Waaah, you’re quick these days, Y/N-ah! Finally, you’re learning your lessons

Ki-yaah | I hope you wrapped it up though

Ki-yaah | I wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it, though, I can imagine how starved you are on good sex.. Still, safety first!

Ki-yaah | Wait, so was he?? Any good??

Ki-yaah | You’re silent!

She typed so fast that you didn’t even have a second to write back, mostly from shock – your friend wasn’t always this shameless, actually.

Then she started calling.

‘Yah, why aren’t you spilling the beans?? Too worn out to type, bestie?’ She smirked on the phone, making you cringe.

‘Because there’s nothing to spill! I haven’t even gone over yet.’

There was a second of silence.

‘… What?!’

‘I have to change; I just came from work, you know? My makeup needs fixing too…’

Your phone instantly started vibrating as a video call request came in, which you begrudgingly accepted.

‘Damn, you can’t go like this. It’s not seductive at all!’ She exclaimed.

‘I’m not going over to seduce anyone! And he told me to wear something comfy…’

‘What?? Hm, actually…’ She tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. ‘He does look like the type to be into that.’

‘I-into what?’

‘Cute girls! I told you already, he was probably crushing on you since the time he came to your housewarming party!’

‘Pfft, that’s ridiculous. And don’t bring up him allegedly glaring at Yeol for his stupid comments again, I beg of you!’

‘Alright. But he’s always so nice to you! Oh-Em-Gee, you’d look so cute together,’ she squealed.

‘I don’t have time for this. I can’t have him waiting for much longer, and I need to shower…’

‘Yes! And remove your makeup while you’re at it.’

‘Huh?? If I redo my makeup… isn’t it gonna look strange? Like I’m trying too hard?’

‘You won’t have to redo it. You’ll have only very basic nude makeup on. Looking all natural and cute.’

‘I swear, if you say ‘cute’ one more time-’

‘Can’t a girl dream?? I can already imagine how cute your children would be…’ Your friend kept musing.

‘I’m hanging up.’

‘Yah, take this seriously. Clean up nicely, and let your hair down. Also, shave your-’

‘Yuki!!’

‘You never know!! One second, he’s licking ice cream off his spoon; the other, he’s l-’

Quickly tapping on your phone screen, you canceled this embarrassing call. The vivid images didn’t leave your mind as fast, though, so you shivered, shaking your head to get rid of the obscenities.

‘She’s a bad influence, for sure,’ you muttered, still ashamed of yourself for imagining your neighbor in such a context.

The time was ticking, so you decided that Yuki was somewhat right and needed to clean up. You also needed to hurry the heck up; you didn’t want to make Baekhyun wait too long. Thirty minutes later, you were in front of his door.

‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered you inside, having you change your footwear for the pink house slippers.

Why did he have those again?

‘Cute, right? I ordered them for my niece and got the size completely wrong, but they fit you perfectly. I guess I wasn’t wrong after all.’

He looked at your feet for another second before blinking and clearing his throat.

‘Let’s not waste any more time, everything’s ready. Come on!’

Everything? Did he prepare a whole reception?

You took a good look at the back of his head as he walked you to his kitchen, noticing that his hair was slightly wet. Did he also shower? You swallowed at the thought. He probably didn’t invest as much time into the preparations as you did, though. You blamed your best friend for the inappropriate thought she planted in your head!

‘Here, take a look.’

He opened his freezer, and you gasped.

There was an entire collection of ice cream. Cones, popsicles, buckets… All different flavors and manufacturers.

‘I see you’re impressed,’ he smirked. ‘I have a niece and a nephew, you know? Kids aren’t easy to please these days.’

‘Can’t deny that I am. How many do you have here?’

‘No idea… I just keep buying them. Which one’s to your liking? You can try different ones. I’m in the mood for mint choco and lemon.’

‘Those are my favorites!’ You jumped up like a kid.

‘Really? Both?’

‘Yeah! I haven’t seen a lemon ice cream anywhere, only sorbets! Where did you find it?’ You closed the freezer as he got the two buckets out.

Baekhyun suddenly seemed pleased with himself.

‘You think I give away trade secrets just like that…’ He replied mysteriously.

‘I wanna buy some too,’ you pouted, circling around him while he took the lids off. ‘If you don’t tell me… I’ll eat all of yours!’

‘Ha, go ahead. There’s more where that came from,’ he teased right back, hovering slightly over you.

Lowering your gaze to avoid staring directly at him, you noticed something.

‘What’s this?’

Baekhyun turned back to the counter.

‘Ah, this old thing? You know how ice cream scoops are sold in paper cups or cones? This thing,’ he picked it up. ‘Is to make those. Watch.’

He dipped the instrument in water and shook it slightly, then scooped the mint ice cream, creating a smooth green ball with tiny pieces of chocolate adding to its hue.

‘Cool,’ you muttered, genuinely finding that fascinating.

‘Right? It’s awesome!’

‘Let me guess: the kids don’t appreciate it enough?’ You asked.

‘Those little- Here, you try with lemon.’ He pressed on a small lever and dropped the green globe into a bowl.

You shook your head.

‘I’ll mess it up; you do it.’

‘Come on, Y/N. You can’t mess it up; it’s just ice cream.’

‘Just ice cream? You don’t deserve to know the secret selling spots for this!’

He snorted, moving to the side to give you more space to try and repeat his previous actions.

You dipped it in water like he did and shook it before moving the lemon ice cream bucket closer. Spending about twenty seconds taking aim, you huffed.

‘I can’t do it! Yours is so round and pretty; I am not that professional.’

‘I’ll help,’ he chuckled at your meltdown, holding your wrist and softly pressing down on your hand to guide it. ‘Scoop it this way to make it full and round.’

You did as you were told, yet your mind was far away from the scooping technique. The entire focus of your being was now set on the unprecedented proximity you were in. He held your hand, his chest so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off him. When you dropped a yellow ball of lemon ice cream into the bowl, you could only pray that he didn’t notice the goosebumps littering your arms.

‘See? Yours is even better-shaped than mine,’ he hummed close to your ear.

‘Y-yeah.’

As if sensing your perturbation, Baekhyun suddenly stepped back.

‘Trying just two flavors is a waste of an evening. Let’s get more.’

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in his living room at the small table in front of his couch. The bowl with at least a dozen different ice creams sat atop another one, which was filled with ice.

‘No one likes melted goo, right?’ Baekhyun chuckled while constructing this mobile freezer.

You tried all of them one by one, gushing about each flavor.

‘The grape one isn’t tickling my fancy,’ he said, nudging the oddly-colored glob away.

‘Really?’ You reached for it with your spoon.

‘Don’t even try it. That’s bad,’ he scrunched his nose. ‘I can taste every chemical they used to make this grape flavor.’

You laughed, trying it despite his protests.

‘It tastes like… very cheap jelly,’ you said.

‘Exactly! Such a strange texture. Hmm, I shall look for a better option then. My nephew Siwoo loves grapes.’

You smiled at his concern for his youngest family member’s preferences.

‘Your nephews must be the happiest kids in town with an uncle like that,’ you murmured, stealing a bite from the rest of the lemon ball that he subtly nudged your way earlier.

‘They’re pretty lucky, aren’t they?’ He agreed easily, earning a snicker from you.

As you savored the last of the lemon flavor on your tongue, he leaned in, eyes focused on your lips.

‘You eat just like Siwoo,’ he instinctively wiped your lower lip with his thumb.

Looking up at him, you caught the moment he realized what he was doing and retreated.

‘Sorry,’ he muttered awkwardly. ‘It’s a habit.’

Pressing your finger to your lower lip, which was now burning, you shook your head neutrally.

‘It’s okay. You must spend a lot of time with them,’ you scooped more in your spoon to somehow soothe the burn on your lips.

‘Not as much as I’d like. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, especially with them living in a different city. I try to have them over or visit them as much as possible.’

Baekhyun’s voice became warmer as he reminisced.

‘I get scolded by hyung a lot for spoiling them. But what can I do? At least they’ll have those pleasant memories and presents to remember me by while we’re apart.’

‘Are they close in age?’

‘About four years apart. Seoyul is pretty grown already; I can’t believe her little brother is going to school soon as well.’ He smiled, remembering something. ‘When she started her first grade, he was so upset. He cried every time she left the house.’

‘Aw, that’s so cute,’ you cooed. ‘So they’re getting along well?’

‘Yeah, apart from the occasional bickering. Siwoo is… a boy.’

‘A little daredevil?’

‘He’s driving his noona insane sometimes. To be honest, I was exactly the same at his age. We’re both lucky to have siblings several years older.’

‘Ah, so your hyung is much older than you?’

‘Seven years. He was almost like a father,’ Baekhyun chuckled. ‘But had he been even a couple of years younger… Pretty sure he would’ve given me a piece of his mind back then.’

‘I wouldn’t ever imagine that you were a maknae of your family.’

‘Why? I had so much aegyo as a child! Yes, my mom had to exercise lots of patience, but I was cute as hell.’

‘I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you hummed.

‘I’m still in the top-3 cutest of our family list. Might even be cuter than Seoyul at times; she’s way too serious these days.’

‘Wow, going over your nephews’ heads after the title… How mature of you.’

‘Hey, don’t blame me for being extremely cute.’

‘Show me some aegyo then,’ you challenged him with a smile.

‘Huh, you wish. You’re not ready for my aegyo, Y/N-ie.’ He responded sassily.

‘Is that so?’ You smirked, holding his gaze up until the chime of your phone provided an interruption.

Your bestie found a great time to pry into your business, which was evident from the message previews on the screen.

Ki-yaah | You’re not texting me back…

Ki-yaah | Which either means that you chickened out…

Ki-yaah | …or his stamina is REALLY freaking impressive

Ki-yaah | Which one is it??? I hope it’s the latter!

You inhaled sharply and started coughing, barely managing to swipe those messages off the screen before Baekhyun could see them.

‘Are you okay?’ He patted you on the back to help you overcome your coughing fit.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t realize it was so late… It was so rude of me to keep you up. Let me help you clean this up.’

‘Leave it,’ he shook his head, catching you by the wrist. ‘I’ll put this away later.’

‘I’ll… get going then,’ you stood so abruptly that your legs couldn’t keep up with you, completely numb from being in the same position for so long.

‘Y/N!’ Baekhyun rose to catch you by the arms. ‘Take a second, sit on the couch. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep.’

You swatted at your legs with your palms, urging the blood flow to restore quicker.

‘Sorry…’

‘Why are you sorry? I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you.’ He stated simply.

‘It’s just so late… and… you must have stuff to do.’

‘Nope. I actually had fun. I rarely get to sit around at home munching on ice cream and enjoying another grownup’s company.’

You bit your lip shyly at his words, and he suddenly tsked.

‘Although I feel like we were mostly talking about me. That’s a shame. I want to hear about you as well,’ Baekhyun mused, walking you to the door. ‘Well, let’s save it for next time.’

Next time, he said.

Next time??

You turned your back on him to conceal the shade of your cheeks and pretended to fidget with the doorknob.

‘Let me,’ he reached over you, pressing his warm chest to your back for a second to unlock the door.

But before you could step outside, his fingers wrapped around your forearm in a lax hold.

‘And Y/N… If you ever find yourself craving some lemon ice cream… I’m ready to provide it.’

With that, he pushed the door open and allowed you to leave his apartment.

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you for reading! Another BBH mini-series started 💫 I hope you enjoyed part 1~ Pls let me know what you think via comments, asks and reblogs, my darlings 💜 Also, I am very curious if you are picturing anyone in particular as Hoseok hehe 🙃

[adhd-coyote]

Shiver was terrified.

There was a sleeping tubie in his arms, a too-small cadet clinging to his pants, and a pair of teenagers wracked with growing pains scurrying behind him. He was praying to the little gods his ori’vode had told him about that the tubie would stay asleep, because if any of them made too much noise, it was going to be over. Shiver could not let that happen.

He’d memorized schedules, camera positions, and multiple routes to their destination, and stuffed bags full of supplies in preparation. Honestly, for how hurried this plan had been, it was a good one, or at least he hoped it was. It had to be.

Step one: Pack everything he could carry into a bag stolen from one of the trainers.

Step two: Figure out and memorize a route, make sure to have back ups.

Step three: Go oldest to youngest- grab Cabu and Mirda, then Circuit, then CT-7814.

Step four: Get the hell off of Kamino.

And somehow do all of that without getting caught.

He’d managed the first three steps. Step four would likely be the most difficult. Shiver wasn’t even going to think about what they were gonna do once they were actually off planet. Right now, his only goal was to get them to the hangar, grab a ship, and leave. He could worry about after that later.

He’d already picked out a ship and slipped a carefully-measured sedative to its owner. Combined with Trainer Stilgor’s drinking habits, they’d have at least six hours before he woke up, and even longer before he realized his ship was gone. Plenty of time for Shiver and his hangers-on to steal it and be well on their way, so long as they reached the hangar without issue. Everything had gone smoothly so far, but Shiver wasn’t optimistic enough to think things would keep going that way.

He hated that halfway there, he was proven right.

Labored breathing drew his attention to Circuit, whose steps were getting more unsteady as he struggled to keep up. Circuit had always been weaker than the others - the result of some sort of genetic defect - and that day’s training had been hard on him. Shiver wished he could have given Circuit more time to rest, but they needed to leave as soon as possible.

Without speaking a word, Shiver handed the tubie over to Cabu, made sure the cadet was holding him right, and then pulled Circuit up into his arms. Circuit wrapped around him, legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held tight. They kept going.

Miraculously, there weren’t any more issues. They made it to the hangar, which was blessedly empty, and Shiver used the stolen remote to unlock the ship and lower the ramp so they could hurry onboard. Shiver set Circuit down in one of the back seats of the cockpit, while Cabu handed the tubie off to Mirda and took the copilot’s seat to help prep for takeoff.

Shiver let instinct take over, grateful that medics received flight training and that their chosen ship was one he could fly. They were ready in no time, and after making sure all of the cadets were buckled and Mirda was holding 14 tight, Shiver grabbed hold of the yoke, took a deep breath, and took off.

[flowerandblood]

The Knight & The Judge Masterlist

[ modern Frollo • Aemond x Esmeralda • female ]

[ warnings: dubcon, sex content, smut, angst, domination kink, revenge motive, description of physical and mental disabilities, remorse, depression, hysteria attacks, swearing, trauma, suicidal thoughts, prejudices against disabled people, mention of an accident with fatalities ]

[ description: After a car accident, his brother has to deal with the consequences of what happened, and he, as his protector, does not know how to help him. His sister comes up with the idea of hiring someone as his carer who will be able to cheer him up and occupy his mind. It turns out, however, that the girl he hired charmed not only his younger brother. Obsession, self-destructive behavior, verbal and physical aggression, sexual tension, dark, malicious Aemond. ]

Author's note: This story is a request, but I decided to freely use what I liked in the book and Disney film to create a new, disturbing story taking place in modern times. It is intended to be uncomfortable and will contain scenes that are at least morally questionable, in my version "Esmeralda" is not Romanian. My story will also touch on the problems of people with disabilities, so if these are sensitive topics for you, I advise against reading further. You have been warned.

Part 1 - The Knight & The Judge

Part 2 - The Sin & The Penance

Part 3 - The Doubt & The Delight

Epilogue

Main Characters Moodboard Aemond NSFW Alphabet

[wyattjohnston]

"Things you said when you thought I was asleep" with Annie & Brock, for the pairing mini fic prompt list, please & thank you!!

4. things you said when you thought i was asleep – brock & annie

Neither Annie nor Brock was very good at turning off the baby monitor when they checked on Harvey in the middle of the night. It hadn’t been much of an issue during the summer, because Brock’s training sessions started a lot later than anything he typically did during the season.

Annie didn’t bother to be quiet as she slipped into Harvey’s bedroom, he was wide awake and screaming for a feed. She knew she was extraordinarily lucky that all it took was a soft coo and a gentle hand on his stomach to let him know she was there and quieten him down before she picked him up to feed him.

“Do you know how good your daddy is?” Annie said to Harvey, rocking him gently in her arms. “He scored you four goals. Sometimes it’s hard to even score one goal and he’s out here scoring you four like it’s nothing.”

Harvey, at five months old, didn’t respond but that didn’t stop Annie from responding. She had enough experience talking to the dogs that talking to a baby was perfectly normal—they’d had some very in-depth conversations.

Words tumbled from her mouth, continual praise of Brock that started out just being about his hockey and quickly became Brock in general as she started to notice, again, all the things about Harvey that reminded her of Brock.

One of the best things he inherited from Brock was his ability to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

Bo and Holly hated them for it.

Annie put Harvey back into his crib and headed back to bed, curling up beside Brock as she crawled under the covers.

“You’re setting his expectations of me too high,” Brock mumbled into Annie’s hair.

She simply told him to stop eavesdropping on her conversations with their son.

[toxicityriot]

Getting pinged for Stupid shit posts from Discord be like

This is the most serious shit I've done /j

[rorywritesjunk]

It's midnight snack time. You know this because you woke up after midnight, realizing your pirate boyfriend was missing from bed. This was something he'd do when he felt stressed about anything: after midnight he'd get out of bed for something to help snack his worries away and tonight was no different.

You managed to make it to the kitchen when you smelled something tasty. It was too tasty for just a snack. Buggy was in front of the stove, mumbling to himself as he shook the skillet with his hand. You heard the soft *pop!* sounds coming from his direction. When did popcorn smell like breakfast foods?

"Whatcha making?" You yawn as you walk over and wrap his arms around him, giving him a squeeze before peeking around. "I smell bacon."

"Mohji gave me the idea." He mumbled as he watched the kernels pop into fluffy little tasty treats. "Cook popcorn in bacon grease." He pointed at the plate beside him on the counter. Sure enough there was a pile of bacon sitting there that you helped yourself to.

"Huh. Can I try some?" You asked as you helped yourself to another piece. "Once it's done?"

"Yea, I guess I'll share." He glanced over at you with a grin. "Why are you awake anyway?"

"I missed you." You told him as you pulled away to stand beside him, watching the popcorn expand. "I figured it was Midnight Snack time."

"Well you figured right, babe." Buggy kept an eye on the popcorn, only removing the skillet once everything was done. He removed the lid and set it aside, reaching for a piece. It smelled amazing and he didn't hesitate in tossing a piece in his mouth. "Oh, yea, this is exactly what was needed."

He didn't wait and held a piece out for you to try next. It had a hint of bacon flavor, not too overpowering, and it was just right. Nodding in agreement, you helped yourself to a few more pieces.

"Next time you do this for a midnight snack make sure to wake me up, Buggy." You told him in between handfuls of popcorn. He only nodded, not bothering to speak as he ate. He didn't want to waste any.

[belu-bleeb]

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Ah another redesign 👼🏻 i promise it might be the last, come on at least there’s consistency. Anywho have a peace offering of these two being silly.

Btw opening anon ask again ^^ its been long, feel free to ask me anything and ill try my best to draw or answer without spoiling much.

[oorangesoda]

You too, can be EXTRAORDINARY. Willingly or not.

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Did I say I would post this three days ago? Yes. However, in fairness, it was my BD and then a bunch of stuff happened soooooooo 😬

N e wayyyy please enjoy Callum ft. Mr. Qi and ~blood~

[mrprettywhenhecries]

gift wrap [g.t]

Part Three of 𝑨 𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒏–𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis

➼ w.c. 1.7k ➼ warnings/tags. fluff, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, breeding kink (if you squint?), just some sweet sultry lovemaking ➼ a/n. Woo, this is a little later than I had planned, but hopefully you're still in the holiday mood. This series takes place about a year after the events of Don’t Waste Your Time (on Me), and while technically the main series is still being written, I wanted to take a small break to write some fluff for Win and Gator for Christmas. ➼ divider credits. @/strangergraphics

Appalled by his lack of wrapping skills, Win helps Gator wrap his gifts to the Lyons before deciding to let him unwrap an early Christmas gift. 

“Oh who am I kidding?  These are gunna look like shit anyway,” Gator muttered under his breath as he fumbled with the wrapping paper, his missing finger making the task more difficult than it already was.  He’d never been very good at it in the first place, but now it was practically an exercise in futility, the package he was attempting to wrap looking more like a crumpled bundle of wrapping paper.

“Waited long enough to do your wrapping,” Win commented, drawn to the room by Gator’s frustrated grumbles.  “It’s almost midnight,” she pointed out before offering to help and Gator’s head snapped up in surprise as she rounded the couch.  

“I don’t need any help!” he huffed brusquely, trying to hide the half wrapped gift.  “I mean, I got it—“ insisted, his voice dropping.

Win gave him a knowing look before sitting down next to him, crossing her legs as she settled on the floor.  “That looks like shit,” she said and Gator let out a snort as he looked down at his work.

“Yeah, it kinda does,” he admitted, his lips twitching slightly.  “Fine, maybe I might need some help,” he relented reluctantly.

Win grinned and pulled the box closer.  “Hand me a piece of tape,” she said, smoothing the wrapping paper beneath it before folding the sides up and over the box, pulling it snug against the sides.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” Gator asked, handing her the tape as he watched in awe.

“I like wrapping stuff,” she said, shrugging.  “I used to wrap everyone’s gifts for everyone else, so eventually I got good at it,” she explained, finishing up the other sides and taping them in place.

“Who was this one for?” she asked, putting a little tag on it and grabbing the pen Gator had on the floor next to him.

“That one’s for Scotty,” he answered and Win wrote his niece’s name on the tag.

“Want me to do the others?  Or do you wanna try?” she asked, turning to Gator expectantly.

He seemed to think for a moment before pushing the next box toward her.  “You do Wayne’s and I’ll try doing Dot’s,” he decided and the two of them got to work.

It didn’t take long for Win to finish wrapping Wayne’s gift and she glanced over to see Gator trying to emulate what she’d done.  The paper was a little crooked, but the paper was much less wrinkled this time.

“Looks good,” she said, giving him an encouraging smile, which he returned, pride shining through.

“Wasn’t that hard,” he quipped, as if he hadn’t needed help in the first place and Win rolled her eyes.

“Now that we’re finished, I was thinking I’d let you open one of your gifts early,” she said, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“I won’t say no to that,” Gator exclaimed, glancing toward the gifts already sitting beneath their tree.  “Does it matter which one?” he asked, clueless to her meaning.

“I was thinkin’… this one,” Win purred, crawling closer to straddle his hips and Gator’s brows rose, his hands going to her waist, fingers dipping just under the hem of her oversized sweater.

“Good choice,” he drawled, a grin playing at his lips.  “Can’t wait to tear this one open,” he breathed, pushing her sweater higher, his palms skimming her warm skin.  Win lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt over her head, shaking her hair out once she was free and Gator’s dark eyes fell to her chest, taking in the sight of her lacy bralette.

“This new?” he asked, his hands ghosting over the delicate lace to cover her tits, coaxing her nipples to stiffen with his thumbs.

“Mhmm,” Win hummed, peering at him through her lashes.  “You like?” 

Gator let out a soft chuckle.  “Course I do.  But now I’m curious if your panties match,” he mused, his palms trailing back down her body to circle her hips, giving them a brief squeeze as he lifted her, helping her to her feet so he could work her leggings down, dragging the elastic fabric down her legs, and she held onto his shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of the garment.

“Well shit, guess they do,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to hers after admiring the matching bit of lace that hugged her hips and stretched between her legs.  

“Don’t you look good enough to eat,” Gator drawled, pulling her closer to press a feather light kiss to her navel, his lips trailing downward till they skimmed over the lace and he nosed at her clit, his tongue swiping over her clothed folds, drawing a hitched moan to Win’s lips, and her body gave a jerk, her hips involuntarily shuddering, rolling against his face.

“Y’like that, huh?” he breathed, holding her close, not done teasing her yet.  “You smell so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, burying his face deeper into her cunt, kissing her through the lace, the scent of her arousal making his cock stir beneath his jeans.

Pulling back just long enough to tug her panties down, Gator smirked at the whine that caught in her throat at the loss of his mouth on her sex, the sound hitching to a sharp gasp as he lapped at her bare clit, drawing it between his lips to suck at as he worked the damp lace down her legs.  Her head fell back as her hips canted forward, and she buried her fingers in Gator’s hair, glad he wore it loose more often now, and he moaned as her nails grazed his scalp.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the thick denim of his jeans and he paused to palm himself, shuddering at the friction.  

Win bit her lip as she watched him, relishing how needy she could make him so quickly—he was still like such a horny teenager sometimes, barely needing much to leave him desperate and wanting.  Stepping out of her discarded panties, Win took Gator’s hands, helping him to his feet and hastily pushing his shirt over his head.  

“You’re far too dressed for what comes next,” she teased, her husky voice turning syrupy as her hands trailed back down his chest, her fingers running through his soft thatch of dark chest hair, and she leaned in to press a kiss to one of the moles that stood out against his light skin before her lips moved to his nipple, circling it with her tongue as her hand deftly moved to undo his jeans, giving him a soft squeeze through his tented briefs.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Gator breathed in relief, his eyelids fluttering shut as she peeled his underwear down with his jeans to free him, his cock flopping out heavily, already leaking precum.  When she wrapped her hand around him, giving his length a slow stroke, her thumb brushing over his sensitive tip, Gator drew a shuddering breath.

“C’mere,” he grunted, hefting her easily into his arms, and she obediently wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her the short distance to the couch, the heavy weight of his cock pressed between them.

Laying her back onto the couch, he nearly tumbled atop her, catching himself against the sofa arm with a soft chuckle, hovering over her, his cock teasing her folds.

“I fuckin’ love you,” he breathed, the words tumbling out in a rush and Win smiled, holding his face between her hands.

“I fuckin’ love you,” she repeated, a soft moan leaving her lips as he pressed into her, the sweet stretch of him nearly leaving her breathless, only for Gator to steal the rest of her breath with a searing kiss as his next thrust filled her deeper, his cock dragging deliciously against her g-spot, causing her to tighten around him, feeling each ridge and vein of his length as it moved inside her.

“You’re the best thing in my fuckin’ life,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear and Win’s arms wound round his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as her chest tightened with emotion.

“Oh Gate—“ 

Win’s words melted into a whine as he snapped into her and she began rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper, her breath hot against the crook of his neck where she buried her face.

“Fuck babe, you’re so tight, so fuckin’ good—“ Gator groaned, babbling praises as the hot coil of  pleasure in his gut constricted with each thrust.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he mumbled, grabbing her thigh to push her leg higher, adjusting his angle, and her body reacted almost instantly, her walls fluttering and tightening around him.

“Oh fuck— Yes, right there—!” Win gasped breathlessly, her hips rolling desperately as heat filled her, slowly spreading outward.

“Gator, please—don’t stop!” she begged, her lips dragging across his flushed skin as she rocked beneath him.

“I ain’t stoppin’, baby, trust me,” Gator grunted.  “Gunna fill this sweet ‘tang, leave you drippin’, honey,” he growled, dropping his chin as if to kiss her, seeking her lips only to find them parted wide, leaving him sharing her breath, panting heavily into her mouth as they hovered together on the precipice.

“Fuckin’ cum for me, Win,” he breathed, almost a plea, and her breath hitched as the earth gave way, her stomach dropping in the familiar rush before the plummet.

“Oh God—Gator!” she cried, tensing as she was swept away and Gator let go, cumming with a shudder, his thrusts slowing as he filled her, and he dropped his face to the crook of her neck as he fought to catch his breath, breathing in her scent.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, lifting his head to meet Win’s blissed out gaze, grey eyes lidded and face flushed.

“You can say that again,” she huffed lightly, pushing Gator’s hair from his forehead, stuck to the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin.

“Don’t think I gotta tell you how much I loved my present,” he chuckled breathlessly, settling atop her, careful not to crush her and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close. “Good,” she laughed, letting her eyes slip shut.  “If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you another one before Santa comes.”

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