#and i felt like i did not impress him at all

[txrully]

I'M FALLING FOR YA

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they realized they fell for you

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo falling for ya - grace phipps

·˚ ༘ ꒱ note reader's gender is not mentioned

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

it was that one time you stayed up all night helping him with his game analysis. you had zero clue what you were looking at, but you sat beside him, nodding like you totally understood his football jargon. you even brought snacks and drinks, acting like his personal cheerleader. at some point, you fell asleep on his shoulder, and yoichi just froze.

his heart did that stupid little flutter, and he thought, oh. oh no.

that’s when it hit him—you're his biggest supporter, even when you don’t have to be. and yeah, he’s doomed.

"y/n, you… you didn't have to stay up with me."

"shut up and eat your chips, striker boy."

"...i think i love you."

"what?? i didn't hear you-"

"nothing."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira knew he was done for when you didn’t look at him like he was weird. you two were at an arcade, and he got way too into a rhythm game, like full-on dancing, spinning, doing the most. people were staring, but you? you were hyping him up like he was the main act at a concert.

when you jumped onto the machine with him, laughing like you didn't care who was watching, he swore his heart did a backflip. you got him. no judgment, no weird looks, just pure chaotic energy.

"y/n, let’s run away and start a dance crew!"

"bet. can we get matching outfits?"

"...i think i’m in love with you."

"*le gasp* :'0"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin never thought he'd fall in love, but then you stood up for him. it was after a tough match, and some guys were trash-talking him like they had no fear of death. before he could even say anything, you stepped in with the most savage comebacks known to mankind.

rin watched in awe (and lwk horror) as you verbally obliterated them. and when you turned back to him all nonchalant like "what? they were asking for it," he realized… yeah, you’re everything.

"you didn’t have to do that."

"of course i did, no one talks about my man like that."

"...your man?"

"uh, don’t overthink it, rin. :')"

spoiler: he overthought it.

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi realized he loved you when you dragged him out of bed to watch the sunrise. he groaned and complained the entire time, but you didn’t let up. you pulled him outside with a blanket wrapped around him, sat him down, and pointed at the sky like it was the most important thing in the world.

and then he looked at you—eyes sparkling, a soft smile on your face—and suddenly, the sunrise didn’t matter anymore. he just wanted to stay like this forever.

"see? wasn’t this worth it?"

"hm? yeah, yeah, totally..."

"are you even looking at the sky?"

"...uh huh. definitely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo fell in love when you saw him—not the money, not the status, not mikage reo, just reo. he tried to impress you with fancy gifts, expensive trips, the whole deal, but you just rolled your eyes and told him you’d rather chill at home and watch movies with instant ramen.

he realized right then and there that he didn’t need to buy your love, because you already gave it to him freely. and for once, he felt like someone wanted him for him.

"you really don’t care about all this rich guy stuff?"

"reo, i literally just wanna watch a rom com and eat snacks."

"...i think i wanna marry you."

"woah."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

it was the time you challenged him to a race. he was used to people treating him like he was delicate, scared of pushing him too hard, but you? nah, you sprinted ahead without warning, shouting, "catch me if you can, speedster!"

he hadn’t felt that rush in a long time—the pure joy of running alongside someone who believed in him, not his injuries. when he finally caught up, breathless and laughing, he knew he was completely, utterly in love.

"hyoma, you’re getting slow!"

"oh? you wanna bet on that?"

"loser does whatever the winner says for a week."

"...i’m winning."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori fell in love the day you told him it was okay to take a break. you found him staring at his playbook, stress all over his face, and instead of telling him to push through, you took his hand, dragged him to the couch, and put on his favorite movie.

no pressure, no expectations—just you, showing him it’s okay to breathe. and that’s when it hit him… you were his safe place.

"you don’t always have to be perfect, hiori."

"...but i want to be."

"you already are to me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou fell in love when you actually kept up with his chaos. everyone else called him reckless, but you? you matched his energy, throwing playful insults right back and even out-pranking him at times.

one day, you flipped him off mid-match in a video game, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. someone who could handle his crazy? sign him up.

"keep staring, shidou, maybe you’ll play better."

"i’m staring ‘cause i think i’m in love."

"you’re insufferable."

"and you’re stuck with me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae’s moment was when you called him out on his nonsense. no one dared to, but you? you told him to quit being a jerk and actually open up for once.

instead of brushing you off like he usually did with people, he found himself listening. something about you made him want to be better. and that terrified him—but it also made him realize he was falling hard.

"sae, just admit you care."

"...shut up."

"i'm calling shidou."

"...i care."

"knew it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser fell for you when you didn’t fall for his charm (weirdly enough). everyone else ate up his flirty lines, but you hit him with a deadpan stare and a sarcastic comeback that left him reeling.

it was the first time someone saw past his ego and actually challenged him. and wow, he was obsessed.

"y/n, admit it, you love me."

"i love peace and quiet, michael."

"so... not me?"

"hm, i'll get back to that later ."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness knew he was in love when you defended him. not as kaiser’s shadow, but as ness. you shut down anyone who tried to treat him like an afterthought, and for once, he felt like he mattered—not just to the world, but to you.

"thanks for standing up for me."

"always, ness. you deserve it."

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[aryadelvich]

Here’s a story from this request

Summary : Luigi has a secret crush on you. Both of you attending the same university. When you ask him for help with math, what starts as a simple study session quickly gets spicy !!

Warning : explicite content 🔞🔞

I don’t know why this song feels like Luigi in college.

Others Luigi’s parts not related to this one :

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Luigi stood in the university hall, leaning casually against a wall as his friends joked around. Though he appeared to be listening, his focus shifted the moment he saw you descending the staircase.

His gaze lingered longer than it should have, tracing the determined set of your jaw and the way you clutched a paper tightly in one hand. There was something different about you today—your usual cheerful demeanor had been replaced by a tense, distracted air.

Then your eyes met his.

Caught off guard, Luigi looked away quickly, his pulse quickening.

"Oh, look. It's Y/N," one of his friends said with a teasing grin, just loud enough for you to hear.

As if on cue, the group turned to look at you. Luigi let out a quiet sigh, his jaw tightening. He had noticed you from the very first day of class but hadn't said anything to his friends. And now, they were practically gawking.

You stopped mid-step, offering the group a polite smile. "Hi, guys."

Your gaze flickered briefly to Luigi, and this time, you greeted him with a smile that held just the faintest edge of teasing.

"Hi, Luigi," you said, your tone light.

His throat tightened, and his response came out awkwardly, barely audible. "H-hi Y/n"

You stepped closer, holding out the paper in your hand. "I need help with applied mathematics. You're taking it as a minor, right? And from what I hear, you're pretty good at it."

"Oh... yeah," Luigi stammered, unprepared for your directness.

Before he could offer a proper response, one of his friends cut in, raising a hand dramatically. "I can help you too, Y/N!"

"Yeah, me too," another added, clearly trying to impress you.

Luigi shot them both an annoyed glance. "Back off," he muttered, though his tone remained light enough to pass as joking.

You raised an eyebrow, amusement flashing in your eyes. “I’m gonna choose whoever scored the highest on the last test gets to tutor me."

The group fell into a brief silence, and then the scores started coming in.

"71."

"82."

"89."

"80."

Finally, Luigi spoke, his voice calm and steady. "95."

Your lips curved into a grin. "Well, looks like we have a winner. Luigi, you're my tutor."

The subtle pride in his expression didn't escape you, though he tried to play it cool.

"How about tomorrow at the library?" he offered.

You shook your head. "I need to study tonight—my retake is the day after tomorrow. Your place or mine?"

Luigi froze, your words echoing in his mind. Around him, his friends erupted into laughter, elbowing each other and exchanging smirks.

"M-my room... if that's okay with you," he managed, his voice suddenly tight.

"Perfect," you said with an easy smile. "I'll see you after class, then."

As you turned and walked off, Luigi stared after you, his thoughts racing.

"Dude, did you hear that? She literally said, 'Your place or mine.' That's your chance !" one of his friends teased, slapping him on the shoulder.

Luigi shoots them a sharp look. "Shut up. She just needs help, that's all."

"Sure, sure," another friend says, smirking knowingly.

But Luigi doesn't respond. He's too preoccupied with the thought of spending time with you alone. Ever since you entered his life, you've had a way of unsettling the calm, logical order he's used to.

[7 PM]

Luigi paced nervously in his room, adjusting the books and papers on his desk for what felt like the hundredth time. He smoothed the creases in his shirt, glanced at the clock, and took a steadying breath.

A soft knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He opened it to find you standing there, arms full of notes, a faint smile on your lips.

"Ready for an intense night of applied math?" you joke.

He steps aside to let you in, trying to mask his nervousness. "I hope you're prepared to work hard because I'm a tough teacher," he quips.

You laugh as you take a seat at his desk, spreading out your notes. Luigi watches you discreetly, wondering why your presence alone is enough to make his heart race. He pulled up a chair beside you. He sits next to you and opens a notebook filled with neatly organized notes. His subtle cologne lingers in the air, and you can't help but notice how focused he looks when he starts explaining.

"Alright, show me what's giving you trouble," he says, gesturing to your notes.

You flip to a particularly challenging problem. "This one. Honestly, equations like this make me want to quit. Differential equations are a nightmare."

Luigi chuckles softly. "They seem daunting, but once you understand the logic, it's not so bad. Let's break it down step by step."

He explains with patience, his calm voice guiding you through each line. As complicated as the topic is, his methodical approach makes everything click.

"Oh! I get it now!" you exclaim, your face lighting up. "Why didn't anyone explain it like this before? It's so obvious!"

He grins, clearly proud of your progress. "See? I told you it wasn't as hard as it looked."

You work together for a while, your confidence growing with each solved problem. At one point, as you reach for his notebook, your fingers brush against his. The brief touch makes you pause, and you notice him quickly look away, his ears turning red.

"Sorry," you murmur, pulling your hand back.

"It's... it's nothing," he replies, his voice quiet.

The atmosphere grows heavier as you both become more aware of the growing tension between you.

At one point, your hands brushed as you both reached for the same pen. You pulled back quickly, but not before your gaze met his. A flicker of something passed between you—brief, but undeniable. Luigi looked away again, clearing his throat.

Luigi leaned closer to point out an error in your notes, his shoulder brushing against yours. You froze, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was.

"Here," he murmured, his raspy voice lower now, almost intimate.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, taking in the slight crease in his brow as he concentrated. The sharp lines of his jaw, the faint curl of his hair—it all felt too distracting.

"Got it?" he asked, his tone snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah," you stammered, focusing back on the paper.

But even as the night continued, the unspoken tension between you lingered, growing in the quiet spaces between words. Neither of you dared to name it, but it was there—electric and impossible to ignore.

A few minutes later, after tackling another problem, Luigi leans closer to explain a particular detail. His proximity sends a wave of nervous energy through you, but you fight to keep your focus. When his elbow accidentally brushes against the side of your chest, warmth spreads through your body, pooling low in your stomach. 

"Sorry," he murmurs, his voice tinged with embarrassment. 

"It's fine..." you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

But your concentration falters as your thoughts begin to wander. Your eyes trace the lines of his hands—large and strong, with long, deft fingers. Veins crisscross his forearms, disappearing into the back of his hands, and the way he grips the pen exudes a quiet confidence. His arms are muscular, his collarbone defined, hinting at the sculpted frame beneath his shirt. 

Your gaze dips lower, involuntarily lingering at his crotch for a moment too long. You can't help yourself. Luigi has always been a contradiction: introverted and composed, yet brimming with a quiet fire, a confidence you've never fully understood but can't help wanting to unravel. 

Your eyes shift back to his face, and you find yourself studying him anew. His profile is striking—an angular jawline, lips that seem almost too perfect, and a thick beard that he likely trims every day. His brows are bold, framing a gaze that is somehow both piercing and gentle. There's an elegance to his nose and a wildness to his untamed curls, as though he doesn't care enough to control them. 

You're not sure what's happening, what this magnetic pull between you means. And judging by the faint tension in his movements, neither does he. 

"Alright," Luigi says, his voice breaking through your reverie. "I'm going to give you an exercise now. It'll cover everything we've gone over so far. You'll work on it yourself while I keep an eye on your progress." 

"Okay," you reply, nodding eagerly, grasping at the distraction. 

He steps back, giving you space to focus. For a few minutes, you immerse yourself in the task, scribbling out equations and trying to channel all your thoughts into solving the problem. But then you feel him again—standing behind you, his presence throwing your concentration into disarray. Your mind strays to places it shouldn't, thoughts you can't control flaring to life. 

Luigi crouches down beside you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. The closeness feels almost deliberate, his movements steady yet unassuming, as if he's unaware of the way he's affecting you. 

"Look here," he instructs, his voice low and firm. 

He reaches for your pen, his fingers brushing against yours once again. The contact feels electric, sending a jolt through you. He corrects the mistake with a confident stroke, then places the pen back in your hand. 

Your eyes lift to meet his, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. The air between you feels charged, heavy with something unspoken yet impossible to ignore. You both break the gaze at the same time, awkward and unsure. The tension hangs there, undeniable yet unaddressed.

He leaned closer, his curly brown hair falling into his face as he pointed at a particularly confusing problem. "Okay," he said, his voice soft but confident, "tell me what the derivative of this function is."

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip. Your eyes flickered to his face—his sharp jawline, the faint stubble, the way his lips curved into that patient smile. He caught your gaze and tilted his head, his brown eyes narrowing playfully.

"Focus," he teased, tapping the page with his pen.

"I... I don't remember," you admitted, flushing slightly under his scrutiny.

"Hmm." He clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that made your stomach flutter. "Wrong answer. But don't worry, we'll get there."

He scooted closer, his thigh brushing against yours, and you felt a jolt of warmth shoot through your body. His voice dropped lower, almost conspiratorial. "Let's break it down step by step. Think of it like building something from scratch—you start with the foundation, right?"

You nodded, though your attention was less on the math and more on the way his hand gestured animatedly as he explained. God, why does he have to be so damn attractive? His rolled-up sleeves revealed the veins running along his forearms, and you couldn't help but imagine how they'd feel under your fingertips.

"So, if f(x) equals 2x squared plus 3x minus 4," he continued, writing out the equation neatly, "what's the first step?"

Your mind went blank again, but this time it wasn't just because of the math. The proximity was getting to you—his woodsy cologne, the warmth radiating off his body, the way his leg pressed against yours. You shifted slightly, trying to focus, but it was impossible.

"Uh..." you stalled, glancing up at him.

His lips quirked into a knowing smirk. "Wrong again," he murmured, leaning in even closer. His breath ghosted over your ear as he whispered with his raspy voice, "You're not paying attention, are you?"

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "Maybe I need a different kind of lesson," you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Luigi froze for a moment, his pen hovering mid-air. Then, slowly, he set it down and turned to face you fully. His expression was unreadable, but there was a heat in his gaze that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh?" he said, his voice low and velvety. "What kind of lesson did you have in mind?"

You hesitated for only a second before reaching out and placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath your palm, steady and strong. "One where you show me exactly how much you know," you said, your voice trembling slightly despite your boldness.

His lips parted in surprise, but then his eyes darkened with something primal, something hungry. He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"Positive," you breathed, closing the distance between you.

The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if both of you were testing the waters. But then his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and everything changed. His lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you dizzy, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you in a way that made your toes curl.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were hooded, his pupils blown wide with desire. "If I'm going to teach you anything," he murmured, his voice rough, "you're going to have to follow my rules."

You nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "What are they?"

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Every time you get a question wrong," he said, trailing a finger down your arm, "I stop. No touching, no kissing, nothing. Until you get it right."

"And if I get it right?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

His grin widened. "Then I'll reward you appropriately."

Before you could respond, he grabbed the textbook again and flipped to a new page. "Alright," he said, his tone suddenly serious, though his eyes still burned with mischief. "What's the integral of sine x?"

Your brain scrambled to recall the formula, but all you could think about was the way his thumb was tracing circles on your thigh. "I don't care."

He shook his head, clicking his tongue again. "Nope. Wrong." And just like that, he leaned back, his hands dropping away from you.

You groaned in frustration, but there was a thrill in the challenge, a fire igniting deep within you. "Fine. Try me again."

This time, when he asked another question, you forced yourself to focus, determined not to let him win so easily. And when you finally got the answer right, the look of pure satisfaction on his face was worth every second of torment.

"Good girl," he purred, pulling you back into his arms. His lips crashed against yours, his hands roaming your body with possessive intent. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as he explored every inch of your skin.

But just as things were heating up, he pulled away again, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Next question," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "What's the limit as x approaches infinity of 1 over x?"

You bit your lip, your mind racing. "Zero?"

He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Correct."

And then his lips were on you again, his hands everywhere at once, until the only thing you could think about was him—his taste, his touch, the sound of his ragged breathing as he whispered your name.

But just as you reached for the hem of his shirt, he stopped you, his grip firm. "Wait," he said, his voice hoarse. "What's the area under the curve of y equals x squared from 0 to 2?"

You blinked, your brain struggling to catch up. "Uh... 8/3?"

He grinned, his hands sliding up your thighs. "Exactly right."

And then he kissed you again, harder this time, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you onto his lap. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other, desperate and wanting.

But before things could escalate further, he broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he stared into your eyes. "Last question," he said, his voice shaking with restraint. "What's the probability of us finishing this without any interruptions?"

You laughed breathlessly, your hands tangling in his hair. "Slim to none."

"That's what I thought," he growled, pressing his forehead against yours. "But I'm willing to take the risk if you are."

His hands slid up your thighs, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body. The air in the room was thick with tension, every breath you took filling your lungs with the scent of him—clean sweat, cologne, and something uniquely Luigi. His brown eyes locked onto yours, dark with desire, but still glinting with that playful intelligence that always seemed to disarm you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "What's the derivative of e^(2x)?"

You froze for a moment, your mind struggling to focus on anything other than the way his fingers were now tracing circles on your inner thigh. Think, think. You bit your lip, trying to recall the formula. "Uh... 2e^(2x)?"

A slow, approving smile spread across his face. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice low and smooth like honey. His hand moved higher, his fingertips grazing the edge of your panties. You gasped, arching into his touch, but he paused, his smile turning teasing. "Next question. What's the integral of sin(x)? If you get it wrong, I stop."

"Luigi," you whined, squirming under his hold. His thumb pressed against the sensitive spot just above your knee, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. "That's not fair."

"All's fair in love and math," he teased, leaning back slightly to give you space to think. His confidence was infuriatingly attractive, and you couldn't help but laugh despite the ache pooling between your legs.

"The integral is -cos(x)," you said quickly, hoping to end the torture.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Brava," he said as he pulled you closer. His hands slid up your sides, lifting your shirt over your head before you could even process what was happening. The cool air of the room hit your skin, but his body heat chased away any chill. His lips found yours again, hungry and demanding, while his hands explored every curve of your torso.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. He chuckled against your mouth, letting you undo them one by one until his chest was finally bare. Your hands roamed over his abs, tracing the ridges and feeling the tightness of his muscles. He groaned softly, his hips pressing up into yours, and you could feel how hard he already was through his pants.

But before you could take things further, he pulled back again, his breathing ragged. "One more question," he said, his voice rough. "What's the limit as x approaches infinity of (3x^2 + 2)/(4x^2 - 1)?"

You groaned, dropping your forehead to his shoulder. "Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious," he said, his fingers trailing down your spine, making you shiver. "Answer correctly, and I'll make sure you forget your own name."

You could barely think straight, but you forced yourself to focus. The answer came to you in a haze. "Three over four?"

His smile was wicked as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your neck. "Very good baby," he breathed, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin. "Now, let me show you how well I can reward good students."

In one swift motion, he stood, lifting you with him as if you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried you to his bed, laying you down gently before climbing over you. His kisses trailed down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his lips closed around your nipple, you gasped, your back arching off the bed.

His hands worked quickly, pulling off the rest of your clothes until you were completely bare beneath him. His eyes drank in the sight of you, and the hunger in his gaze made your stomach twist with anticipation. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his lips descended lower, kissing a path down your stomach until he reached your core. You tensed, your hands gripping the sheets as his tongue touched you for the first time. The sensation was electric, sending sparks through your entire body. He licked slowly, deliberately, driving you insane with the unhurried pace. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he pressed two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made you cry out.

"Luigi!" you moaned, your hips lifting off the bed as he worked you with his mouth and fingers. Every stroke, every lick felt like it was unraveling you piece by piece. You were close—so close—but then he stopped, looking up at you with that devilish smirk.

"What's the value of pi to five decimal places?" he asked, his voice steady despite the slickness on his chin.

"Are you fucking kidding me—" you started, but he cut you off with a pinch to your thigh.

"Answer correctly, and I'll finish what I started," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You clenched your fists, frustration and desperation warring within you. "3.14159," you spat out, glaring at him.

His grin widened, and he didn't waste another second. His tongue dove back in, and this time, he didn't stop until you were trembling beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You cried out his name, your voice breaking as pleasure consumed you.

When you finally came down, he kissed his way back up your body, his lips claiming yours in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it only heightened the ache between your legs. His cock pressed against you, hot and heavy, and you reached between you to free him from his pants.

As soon as your hand wrapped around him, he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips jerking forward. "Y/n" he muttered, his voice strained. "You're going to kill me."

You stroked him slowly, savoring the way his eyelids fluttered and his breath hitched. But before you could tease him further, he grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. "My turn," he growled, settling between your legs. The tip of his cock pressed against you, and you both groaned as he pushed inside, inch by inch.

It was almost too much—his size stretching you in the best way possible—but he gave you time to adjust, peppering your neck with soft kisses. When he finally bottomed out, he stilled, his forehead resting against yours. "Tell me this is okay," he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"More than okay," you replied, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Please, Luigi. Don't stop."

He didn't need to be told twice. His hips began to move, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. His rhythm was relentless, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You clung to him, nails digging into his back as you urged him on. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, and each time he swallowed your cries with a kiss.

The coil in your stomach tightened again, your second orgasm building faster than you expected. "I'm close," you gasped, your legs shaking around him.

"Me too," he panted, his movements becoming erratic. "Where do you want me to—"

"Inside," you interrupted, the word coming out as a desperate plea. "Please."

He groaned, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became harder, deeper. With one final push, you shattered, your climax tearing through you like a storm. He followed moments later, spilling himself inside you with a guttural moan. For a long moment, neither of you moved, too lost in the aftermath to care about anything else.

Finally, he rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so you were curled against his chest. His heartbeat was rapid under your ear, and his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. "Thank you," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked up at him, grinning despite your exhaustion. "For what? Being a genius at math?"

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "For trusting me." His expression turned thoughtful, and he tilted your chin up so you were looking directly into his eyes.

You stride confidently through the university hall, a triumphant smile lighting up your face. Spotting Luigi, you rush toward him and throw yourself into his arms without hesitation. 

"So, what did you got ?" he asks, barely able to contain his excitement. 

"Ninety-seven! Luigi, you're incredible!" you exclaim, wrapping your arms tightly around him. The curious stares from other students don't faze you in the slightest. 

"I'm proud of you, Y/N!" he says, his tone full of warmth and pride. 

"Well, I had the best tutor anyone could ask for," you reply with a teasing grin. 

Not far away, Luigi's group of friends watches the scene, their confusion evident as they exchange glances, silently trying to piece together what they're seeing. 

"How about we celebrate properly? Dinner's on me," Luigi suggests, his smile growing wider. 

"Absolutely!" 

Without thinking, you lean in and kiss his cheek, the gesture natural and full of gratitude. Luigi chuckles softly, his ears turning just a bit pink, but he doesn't pull away. The buzz of the hall seems to fade, leaving only the two of you in your little bubble of joy.

GIRLS IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS ASK ME I WILL DO IT WITH PLEASURE !!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK !!!

[eicsferrari]

australian open - op81 smau

summary: oscar goes to the australian open

a/n: i had this in the drafts ready to post when i saw oscar was there and gave me pictures to add! so here it is, let's all say thank u oscar and lily

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australianopen feels good to be back🎾

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carlitosalcarazz 💪🏼

ynsgirl 2025 is gonna be yn's year mark my words

tennisfan5 i'm going tomorrow can't wait

yn let's gooo

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australianopen our favorite australian is here!

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oscarpiastri thank you for having me❤️

danielriccardo i am offended, do i mean nothing to you?

andymurray lovely to see you again oscar

oscarpiastri you too!

oscpias81 picture with jannik sinner when?

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caption incredible💪🏼💪🏼 yn

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↪lando shooting your shot by posting her on your stories that's bold. have you heard of dms?

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yn first win of the tournament, let's keep going👊🏼

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oscarpiastri you were amazing today ♡liked by author

yn glad i impressed you😉

piastri81 are they...flirting in the comments?

lilymhe my girl 🫶🏼

yn i love you🥺

yourbestfriend you are so hot��� ♡liked by author

yn the court was hot i was melting out there🥵

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oscarpiastri men's semifinals at the australian open. congratulations janniksin for another final and thank you yn for taking a picture with me, good luck on your final tomorrow💪🏼

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janniksin 💪🏼💪🏼

piastryy she mogged him so hard ily oscar but she ate you up

mclaren76 are they dating??

piastryy not that we know of

jannikpiastri forza!!

yn thank you osc

papayaa that's it i ship it

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yn i'm speechless...my first grand slam title, a lifelong dream🏆 thank you

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lilymhe CONGRATULATIONSS i'm so proud!!

yn ily let's meet up when you can🫶🏼

yourbestfriend that's my best friend, that's the girl who used to braid my hair at school🥺❤️

yn ❤️

oscarpiastri 👏🏼👏🏼

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f1updates oscar piastri and yn yln at the australian open men's singles final

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piastri81 sinner is playing and he still prefers to look at her it's serious

ynlove second pic🥺🥺 im crying

yn81 there's no way that's platonic

cupidspiastri she won a grand slam and has oscar looking at her like that, god really has it's favorites huh

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yn i love you australia

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lando 👀

papayaln call me crazy but that's oscar

norrscar no i think you are right

yourbestfriend enjoying the views?

yn and the people😊

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oscarpiastri we tried our best😔

yourbestfriend well sorry to be the bearer of bad news but your best sucks🤷🏼‍♀️

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yn won a grand slam and felt bold, is this what the young kids call a hard launch?

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yourbestfriend let's all pretend we are surprised😯

yn mean😔😔

oscarpiastri i love you

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piastrii what does that one mean???? one week? one grand slam?

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oscarpiastri happy anniversary to my grand slam winner girlfriend

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yn i love you my two times grand prix winner boyfriend <3

lando what.

mclaren76 even lando didn't know

ynsbaby they've been together for a whole year????

cupidspiastri how did we miss this😭

[goddamnitmahtin]

Beauty and the Beast

(A dc x dp prompt)

Danny was in college online so he didn’t really leave his house much. It was probably why he didn’t really realize it when Jazz started going out more than she used to. He was so swamped with his mechanical engineering major and astrology minor that he didn’t even bat an eye when Jazz started to go out at night. Most days, Danny didn’t even know what time it was anyways. He was constantly up at his computer, studying for this or designing that.

Every once in a great while he would go out to pitch his inventions to WE but nothing ever came from it most of the time. It wasn’t like he was expecting for it to go anywhere, he was just trying to get his foot in the door a bit. Maybe if they saw something in him now, he could get hired right out of college. That was the hope anyways.

So imagine Danny’s surprise when the CEO of WE himself asked Danny into his office. The Tim Drake. Holy fucking shit. This was either gonna be really good for him or REALLY fucking bad. Danny assumed it was about one of the inventions he had submitted. What if it was great and they wanted to patent it? What if it was absolutely trash and the CEO was calling him in just to tell him to stop sending in his shitty ideas? Knowing Danny’s luck it would be the latter.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Drake?” Danny said sitting in the chair across the desk.

“Yes I did,” Mr. Drake said, “And please, call me Tim.”

Danny wasn’t sure where this was going at all, “Sure, uh Tim.”

The young CEO looked to be about Danny’s age to be honest. He must have been really something if he was able to have been given the position so young. Mr. Drake- Tim sat forward, leaning on the desk with his elbows. Danny couldn’t help but notice that it was kind of attractive how he demanded power over the room even when acting casual.

“Danny, I have seen your work. It is remarkable to say the least. You have impressed me,” Tim said.

Danny smiled. That was a good sign. Maybe he could get a job upon graduation after all.

“Thank you,” he said in response.

“But that’s not why I called you here,” the CEO said, standing up from his desk. Danny watched as the man walked around the desk to sit on the tabletop right in front of Danny, smiling almost seductively.

Danny felt his face go hot as he realized that the man’s legs were placed right between his own. Mr. Drake was attractive before. But now… ancients be damned… how could he not be hot? Should Danny have been a bit more concerned with the clearly inappropriate behavior in a work place? Probably… but Danny was never the best at self preservation.

“Oh?” was all Danny could get out of his mouth before Tim flashed a dazzling smile that made his brain short circuit.

“You see Mr. Fenton, I seem to be more enamored with you,” the young CEO said, leaning in enough that his breath ticked Danny’s neck.

As we have established, Danny’s self preservation skills were absolute dog shit. So instead of any sort of alarm bells going off in his head, he felt that the next logical step in this situation would be to shoot his shot. Fuck it, why not?

“What, are you telling me to ask you on a date Tim Drake?” Danny asked, his lips curling into a smirk. Fuck the job, this guy in front of him would be much better.

He watched as Tim’s cheeks flushed for a moment before returning the smirk, “Are you asking me out on a date?” Ancients, his eyes really sparkled huh?

Danny crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, “I dunno. If I did, would you say yes?” Be smooth Danny. Be smooth. You got this.

Tim leaned in, impossibly close, “Hm, I think I would.” Danny could feel Tim’s breath on his lips and ancients be damned if he didn’t get to find out what those lips tasted like later…

“Then I guess you have a date Mr. Tim Drake,” Danny said smoothly.

“I’m counting the seconds, Mr. Danny Fenton,” Tim replied. UGH THIS GUY WAS SO HOT- WHAT THE FUCK-

…

Now that Tim had secured a date with the Fenton guy, Operation Belle could start. Seducing the guy into letting him go on a date with him was remarkably easy. Now Tim just had to use his leverage to get what he really needed. Answers. How the Fentons knew about their secret identities. Who were they and why were they in Gotham? Whether or not Jasmine Fenton was really in cahoots with Killer Croc and if she was, was she involved willingly. In the meantime, Tim had to get ready for his date.

…

Anyways something something shenanigans, Danny thinks he’s landed himself a hot CEO boyfriend, Tim thinks Danny is some sort of villain who knows his identity, Jazz is just trying to date her “monster” boyfriend in peace and get him out of the criminal life, and Killer Croc is just trying to find a legal job to provide for Jazz.

Chaos ensues.

[thatanimewriter]

ENIGMA.

➳ request: hihi! It's one of my first times submitting an ask, so sorry if it's not specific enough!!😓 for HSR, could you do a Honkai Impact 3rd Elysia reader? Like, loves humanity, friendly, sweet, flirty, etcetc. Also rather mysterious and keeps to themself at times! If you could include Sunday, Dan Heng IL, and/or Aventurine it would be great! :) Could be describing how they first met and first impressions of reader or something. Thank you <33

➳ character/s: dan heng (il), sunday, aventurine

➳ warnings: mention of food (aventurine), astral express reader (dan heng), assistant reader (sunday, aventurine)

➳ notes: thank you for the request, i love these boisss, decided to go with first impressions up to the point where they like you

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆.

he didn't know someone like you could exist, it felt like a lie

was initially a lil iffy about you when you first joined the express, but warmed up to you

isn't used to how nice you are, though he appreciates it

initially started noticing you when he found you sifting through the data bank

bonded over a mutual interest and once, you made him his favourite tea and visited him to share new info about said interest

kinda wishes he had your same love for life, but he worries you'll get yourself hurt

you did once, and he'd never felt such a need to give you a hug and hide you away like a dragon protecting its hoard

maybe that's something he needs to reconsider-

── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘.

he thought you were remarkably sweet that it made him suspicious you wanted something from him

hides his face with his wings from you too often to count

he can't cope with compliments when they're from you

probably thinks you're a little bit naive with how much you love people and have trust in humanity

but also glad you haven't been irrevocably ruined by trauma

likes that you also take time for yourself among all the socialising

you organise all of his papers when he's out on errands with robin and he comes back to everything where he wants it

he will often leave your favourite snack on the desk as a thank you if he knows it's messy and you have to clean

── 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

flirts back hardcore that you no longer seem flirty to others

he doesn't really think much of it, just copies your energy

loves that you'll always bring him food for his break because he forgets-

also wishes that you weren't involved with the ipc, because you're just too nice for them

eventually starts treating you more as a friend because the thought of you being used by the ipc gives him the ick

knows he's in danger when he could still feel your body against his when you hugged for the first time 5 hours ago

finds himself wondering whether you're truly like that or if there's something hidden beneath that

guess he has to get closer to you to find out...

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You are presenting, and you have chosen to do it in the base,” Red Tornado says. “Presumably you chose to do that because Project Cadmus lacked something you require for the process.” 

“I . . .” Kon hesitates again, biting the inside of his lip. “I just–I just didn’t wanna do it there, okay? That’s–s’all.” 

Red Tornado looks at him. Kon really wishes the guy had a scent that he could read. Or like–at least a fucking expression or something. Like just–literally anything, right now. 

“You appear to be nesting,” Red Tornado observes. “Are you an omega, then?” 

“. . . I guess,” Kon mumbles, swallowing roughly. And it feels–it feels weird, saying it to someone. Even after saying it to himself and the Super-Cycle already. 

Red Tornado can tell him what he thinks about him saying that to him, is the thing. And whatever he thinks, it’s not going to be what Kon thinks himself.

Like–obviously it’s not, yeah. 

“You are in possession of sufficient nesting material, then?” Red Tornado asks, and Kon tries not to bristle. It’s–it’s just a question, maybe. Probably. Not one he knows why Red Tornado’s asking, but–just a question. 

Unless it’s a trap, anyway. 

“I just–borrowed some stuff,” he says without saying anything about–about just what he’s really “borrowing”, and he maybe sounds a little bit too defensive about it, but . . . but that’s all he did, dammit. He didn’t do anything–bad or anything. “S’all. I’ll scent-scrub all the pheromones and shit off when I’m done, alright? I’m not messin’ anything up or anything, it’s fine.” 

They wouldn’t care, he tries to say, but he doesn’t know–he doesn’t actually know that. Doesn’t actually know if . . . if they’d care. If they’d–mind.

Would they be mad, if they found out he came to the base to present and then tracked down and took all their scents? Like–without asking, or . . . 

They’re not a pack. And the others all have packs. And in all their heads he’s just, like, the stupid bruiser teammate who’s only barely a friend that none of them trust to be in charge of the team even though he’s literally the only one who actually has been in charge of a team before and who they probably all think’s an alpha anyway and–and– 

“Yes,” Red Tornado says. “But is ‘some stuff’ sufficient for your nest?” 

“I . . .” Kon–falters, kinda, and maybe sinks in on himself a little again. Does–does it look that bad? He knows he didn’t get much stuff for it, but–but if it looks that bad . . . 

“Kathy prefers to layer her nests with multiple fabrics and cushioning,” Red Tornado says. “And Traya and her friends line theirs with plush toys when engaging in playing ‘house’ together. I am otherwise unfamiliar with the necessary components of their construction.” 

“. . . oh,” Kon realizes, and feels a little less–a little less embarrassed, at least. At least if Red Tornado doesn’t really know how it’s supposed to go either . . . well, he can’t think it looks that bad, if he doesn’t really know. Right? “Uh–I don’t . . . I dunno. I never . . . did it, before.” 

Red Tornado tilts his head. Kon represses a cringe, trying not to bristle. Well–he wasn’t presented before, so . . . so why would he have? 

“I was under the impression that most omega pups experience a compulsion to nest even before their presentation,” Red Tornado says. 

“Well, I didn’t,” Kon snaps at him, digging his fingers into Cassie’s folded-up shirt and–and not-really-on-purposely pinning it against his chest. 

Hugging it against his . . . against his . . . 

He’d just–he’d just . . . thought about it, a couple times. But he . . . he hadn’t felt any stupid compulsions or . . . 

Kon thinks about how many times he’d thought about nesting, and how many times he’d thrown all his blankets in the corner and made himself sleep on a half-stripped bed and nothing else, and how many times he’d thrown every blanket he could find on his bed and slept under them all at once, and how he’d always . . . always folded his jacket into a pillow, when he was . . . when he was . . . sleeping somewhere else, like on the road or on shoots or in the field or . . . 

He thinks about how many times he’d wanted to . . . wanted to watch one of those nesting videos, but–hadn’t. 

Then he thinks about crying, maybe. 

“I thought I was gonna be an alpha,” he croaks, trying to figure out if–if this makes him a bad omega after all, or–or something. If he didn’t . . . didn’t nest before, or . . . “I thought I . . . thought I . . .”

I thought I HAD to be an alpha, Kon doesn’t say, but it’s all he can think.

[memorabxlia]

Naughty List ━ 정원

genre: fluff, smut featuring: all of enhypen (except ni-ki) summary: you and Jungwon share a passionate, daring encounter, driven by the risk of being caught. warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!) most defintely forgot something pairing: fwb!jungwon x fem!reader wc: 3.8k a/n: DAY 6!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The sweet, nostalgic scent of cinnamon and nutmeg wafts through your house as you dart from one corner to the other, making sure everything is perfect. Twinkling fairy lights drape over the windows, and the warm glow of candles reflects off the shiny ornaments on the tree. You've spent all week preparing for this party. Every detail has been planned, from the hand-labeled stockings on the mantle for each guest to the playlist of upbeat Christmas classics that you've carefully curated to keep the energy alive.

This wasn’t just any holiday party; it was the holiday party, and your nerves buzzed with excitement and something else you didn’t want to admit. Jungwon would be here.

As you adjusted the plates of cookies and appetizers on the table for the third time, you caught yourself glancing at the clock. The time ticked closer to the arrival of your guests, and you felt that familiar flutter in your chest. You and Jungwon had been toeing the line between friendship and something more for weeks now. Late-night texts, stolen glances, and lingering touches had become your norm. Yet, you hadn’t told anyone—not even his closest friends. Tonight would be a challenge, especially since it meant keeping your cool with all of them in one place.

The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. You smoothed down your sweater and hurried to the door.

“Hey!” Heeseung’s familiar grin greeted you as he held up a grocery bag filled with snacks. “Hope you don’t mind. We raided a convenience store on the way over.”

“Not at all,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. Behind him, Jake and Sunoo juggled trays of food, while Jay struggled with a box that looked suspiciously like it held board games.

“This is great!” Sunoo exclaimed, stepping into the living room and immediately pulling out his phone to snap pictures of the decorations. “You really went all out!”

“Yeah, it’s like something out of a Pinterest board,” Jay added, dropping his box onto the coffee table. “How long did this take you?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been busy,” you replied, laughing nervously as you moved to help Jake unload a tray of homemade brownies.

“Where’s Sunghoon?” you asked, realizing you hadn’t seen him yet.

“Still outside,” Jake said, nodding toward the door. “He’s taking his sweet time analyzing your wreath. I think he’s trying to figure out if it’s real.”

You rolled your eyes, but sure enough, Sunghoon strolled in a moment later, his sharp features scrunched in concentration. “It’s fake, right?” he asked, pointing to the wreath.

“It’s real, actually,” you said, closing the door behind him.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Huh. Impressive.”

Before you could respond, the sound of another car pulling up caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat as you peeked out the window. Sure enough, it was Jungwon. He got out of the car, pulling a bag from the passenger seat, his casual outfit of a knit sweater and jeans making him look effortlessly put together.

When he stepped inside, his eyes immediately found yours. He gave you a small smile that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Need help with anything?”

You shook your head quickly, trying not to let your face betray how flustered you felt. “No, I’m good. Just… make yourself at home.”

His gaze lingered for a second longer before he nodded and joined the others in the living room.

The evening kicked off with ease. The house was alive with laughter and the hum of conversation as everyone settled in. Jake and Sunghoon were quick to commandeer the console for a heated game of Mario Kart, their shouts of victory and defeat echoing through the room. Meanwhile, Heeseung and Jay argued over which playlist to switch to next, both stubbornly insisting their music taste was superior.

Sunoo was busy taking selfies and documenting every angle of the decorations, marveling at the effort you’d put into making the house look festive.

“Seriously,” he said, holding up his phone to show you one of his photos. “This is so aesthetic. I’m tagging you in this!”

“Thanks, Sunoo,” you replied with a laugh, but your attention kept drifting back to Jungwon.

He was sitting on the couch, chatting with Heeseung, but every now and then, you caught his gaze flickering toward you. Each time, your heart would do that annoying little flutter, and you’d have to look away quickly before anyone noticed.

But you weren’t the only one sneaking glances. As you carried a tray of drinks to the coffee table, you felt Jungwon’s eyes on you. It was subtle—just a split second too long—but enough to make your cheeks flush.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as he reached for a drink.

“Yeah, of course,” you said quickly, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt.

As the evening wore on, the house grew warmer with the energy of the group. Sunoo’s playlist had transitioned into a mix of Christmas pop songs, and Jay had broken out a stack of board games. Everyone was laughing, debating rules, and throwing playful insults across the room.

But no matter how lively the atmosphere was, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Jungwon’s presence. It wasn’t just that he was there—it was the way your body seemed hyper-aware of his every move, his every glance. And, judging by the way his gaze lingered when he thought no one was watching, he felt it too.

Little did you know, your not-so-subtle staring wasn’t going unnoticed. It wasn’t long before your subtle (or maybe not-so-subtle) glances started to catch up with you. The evening was in full swing, the hum of laughter and conversation filling the room as the group dove into yet another round of heated Mario Kart matches. Jungwon had been sitting on the edge of the couch, his posture relaxed but his gaze focused—not on the screen, but on you.

By the time the game ended, you excused yourself to the kitchen to refill the punch bowl, using the task as a chance to cool down your racing thoughts. You poured the cranberry mixture carefully, letting the sweet, tart scent fill the air.

“Staring is rude, you know,” a familiar voice teased from behind you, nearly making you drop the pitcher.

You turned quickly, meeting Jungwon’s amused expression as he leaned casually against the counter. His arms were crossed, and the corners of his lips were tugged into a smirk that only he could pull off.

“I wasn’t staring,” you replied, trying—and failing—to sound indifferent.

“Oh?” He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then what would you call it?”

“Observing,” you said, clutching the pitcher as if it would shield you from the heat crawling up your neck.

“Observing?” he repeated, his voice soft but laced with amusement. He took a slow step closer, his presence suddenly making the kitchen feel much smaller. “You’ve been ‘observing’ me all night, then.”

Your mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, you crossed your arms and met his gaze, determined not to let him get the upper hand. “You’ve been staring too,” you countered, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled, the sound low and smooth. “Maybe I have.” His tone dropped slightly, the teasing edge giving way to something warmer, more genuine. “It’s hard not to when you look so…”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish. “So what?”

“Distracting,” he said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

The word hung in the air between you, heavy with implications that neither of you dared to address. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this tiny kitchen.

Before either of you could say something you couldn’t take back, the sound of footsteps approaching snapped you out of it.

“There you are!” Sunoo’s cheerful voice rang out as he appeared in the doorway. “What are you two doing in here?”

“Refilling the punch,” you said quickly, stepping back and turning your attention to the bowl.

Sunoo’s eyes darted between the two of you, his brow furrowing slightly before he broke into a grin. “Well, you’re needed in the living room. Heeseung says it’s karaoke time, and we’re all doing duets.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you, his expression shifting back to its usual calm demeanor. “Guess we’re up.”

When you walked into the living room, the energy was buzzing. Heeseung was already at the microphone, belting out an exaggerated rendition of "All I Want for Christmas Is You" while the others clapped and laughed along.

“Perfect timing!” Heeseung exclaimed when he spotted you. “You two are up next.”

“What?” you said, glancing at the screen where the list of queued songs was displayed. Your stomach flipped when you saw the title of the next track. It was that song—the one you and Jungwon had claimed as yours during one of your late-night hangouts. The one you’d sung to each other under your breaths, just the two of you.

Jungwon froze for a moment, his expression betraying a flicker of recognition before he masked it with his usual calm. He reached for one of the microphones and handed the other to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly.

“Guess we don’t have a choice,” he said, his voice steady but his gaze lingering on you.

The opening chords of the song played, and the room quieted as everyone turned their attention to you. You felt your palms grow clammy as you clutched the microphone, but when Jungwon started singing, your nerves eased—just a little.

His voice was smooth and rich, carrying the melody effortlessly. It was unfair how good he was at this. When it was your turn to join in, you took a deep breath and began to sing. The words felt heavier than usual, filled with meanings you couldn’t voice but couldn’t ignore either.

As the song progressed, the rest of the room faded away. Jungwon stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours, and it was like you were the only two people there. The harmonies wove together naturally, each note drawing you closer.

By the time the final chorus came around, you were barely aware of the others watching. The lyrics felt personal, like a confession disguised in melody, and Jungwon’s voice seemed to carry the same weight.

When the song ended, the room erupted into applause, pulling you back to reality.

“That was intense,” Jay said, his tone teasing but his expression curious.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon added, leaning back on the couch with a smirk. “Almost too intense. Anything you two want to share?”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “We’re just good at singing together, that’s all.”

Jungwon didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze on you as Heeseung jumped in to change the subject, suggesting the next duet pair.

By the time the night began winding down, the house was a scene of happy chaos. Crumpled wrapping paper littered the floor, stray glasses and plates sat on every available surface, and the once-neat tray of cookies had been reduced to a few scattered crumbs. The energy had mellowed, and one by one, the boys began to retreat upstairs to the guest rooms, their voices and footsteps echoing faintly as they disappeared.

“Thanks for hosting,” Heeseung said, clapping you on the shoulder as he passed by. “This was perfect.”

“Yeah, your parties are always the best,” Jake added, stifling a yawn.

“Goodnight!” Sunoo called from the stairs, waving enthusiastically.

Soon, it was just Jungwon and you left in the living room. You glanced around at the mess and sighed. “Well, that’s what happens when you invite six guys over.”

Jungwon chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the back of the couch. “At least they had fun. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Easy for you to say,” you teased. “You’re not the one stuck cleaning up.”

“Oh, I think I am.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “We both lost rock-paper-scissors, remember?”

You groaned at the reminder, but deep down, you weren’t upset. Being alone with Jungwon, even if it meant cleaning up the aftermath of a Christmas party, wasn’t exactly a punishment.

You got to work, the silence between you broken only by the occasional clink of glasses and the rustle of trash bags. Jungwon started gathering the discarded wrapping paper, folding what could be reused and tossing the rest. You collected the empty cups and plates, stacking them precariously as you made trips to the kitchen.

“So,” he said after a while, his voice breaking the quiet. “You really went all out for this.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see him holding up a stocking you’d hand-labeled for each of them.

“I wanted it to feel special,” you admitted, shrugging. “Christmas is my favorite, and I guess I just wanted everyone to have a good time.”

“You definitely succeeded,” he said, his tone softer now. “It’s the little things, you know? You’re good at that—paying attention to details.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. You tried to brush it off, focusing on rinsing plates in the sink. “Well, I’m glad you noticed.”

“Oh, I notice a lot of things,” he said, his voice closer now.

You turned, finding him standing a few feet away, his gaze steady.

“Like what?” you asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

His lips quirked into a small smile as he took a step closer. “Like how you’ve been avoiding looking at me all night.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” you protested weakly, even though it was a blatant lie.

He raised an eyebrow. “Right. And earlier, in the kitchen? That wasn’t you avoiding me either?”

You felt heat creep up your neck, and you tried to focus on drying a plate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jungwon didn’t reply right away. Instead, he closed the remaining distance between you, his presence warm and steady. He reached out, gently taking the plate and towel from your hands and setting them on the counter.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly. “Not with me.”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in. His gaze held yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Jungwon…” you started, but whatever you were going to say disappeared as he leaned in.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if he were testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, it deepened, his hands finding your waist as yours instinctively rested on his shoulders. The warmth of his lips, the faint scent of his cologne, the way he tilted his head slightly to fit against you perfectly—it was all intoxicating.

The kiss broke only when you both needed air, and even then, he didn’t pull far away. His forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his breath, warm and unsteady, against your skin.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A laugh bubbled out of you, shaky but genuine. “Me too.”

Jungwon leaned back in, his lips finding mine with renewed intensity. The sound of his lips against you is soft but unmistakable, a wet, rhythmic hum that makes your thighs quiver. Jungwon’s hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as his tongue swirls and dips, teasing every sensitive inch of you. Your breath hitches, sharp and shallow, as you fight to keep quiet, knowing full well that the others are upstairs.

God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight. The thought flits through your mind, unbidden, as Jungwon moans softly into you, the vibration sending a shiver up your spine. His tongue flicks over just the right spot, and you bite down hard on your lip to stifle the cry threatening to escape.

“Jungwon,” you whisper again, your voice trembling with urgency. “Someone… someone could walk in.”

He pulls back slightly, his lips glistening as he looks up at you, his brown eyes dark and smoldering. “So?” he murmurs, his tone low and daring. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, mischief dancing across his features. “Let them catch us.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, but the heat pooling low in your belly only intensifies. He leans forward again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, his fingers digging into your skin as if to say, You’re mine right now, and I don’t care who sees.

Before you can protest further, Jungwon stands abruptly, his height towering over you as he cups your face in his hands. His breath is warm against your lips as he whispers, “Take it all off. Everything.”

Your eyes widen, your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he must hear it. “What?” you breathe, barely audible.

His hands slide down your shoulders, fingertips grazing the fabric of your top before slipping beneath it to trace the curve of your waist. “I said,” he repeats, his voice dropping even lower, “take it all off. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

The air between you feels charged, electric, as his words sink in. Part of you wants to resist, to laugh it off and pull away, but another part—deeper, more primal—thrums with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you reach for the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air hits your skin, raising goosebumps as you stand before him, exposed and vulnerable.

Jungwon’s gaze rakes over you, hunger etched into every line of his face. His hand moves to your skirt, undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor in a pooled heap. Now, there’s nothing left but your bra and panties, both of which feel like far too much coverage under his intense stare.

“All of it,” he insists, his voice rough with desire.

Your fingers tremble as you reach behind your back to unhook your bra, the fabric sliding down your arms and joining the growing pile of discarded clothes. Jungwon watches intently, his breathing uneven as his hands land on your hips once more, guiding you backward until the edge of the counter digs into your lower back.

When you hesitate at your last remaining piece of clothing, Jungwon doesn’t wait. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, deliberately, until they pool at your feet. You step out of them, your face burning as you stand completely bare before him, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle with heat.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with admiration.

But then his expression shifts, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he steps back slightly, giving you space. “Now,” he says, his tone laced with challenge, “let’s see how long we can keep this going before someone walks in.”

The audacity of his suggestion leaves you momentarily speechless, but the thrill of it sends a jolt of excitement through you. Jungwon reaches for the button of his jeans, his movements slow and deliberate as he undoes them, pushing them down along with his boxers until he’s just as exposed as you are. His arousal is impossible to ignore, standing proud and demanding attention.

You swallow hard, your pulse racing as he steps closer, his chest brushing against yours. His hands cradle your face again, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Tell me you want this,” he breathes, his voice barely audible.

And though your mind screams warnings about the others, about the risk of being caught, your body betrays you, leaning into him instinctively. “I want this,” you admit, the words spilling out in a rush.

That’s all the confirmation he needs. Jungwon crashes his lips against yours, the kiss deep and consuming, all hesitation melting away as his hands roam your body, exploring every dip and curve. When he lifts you onto the counter, the surface cool against your heated skin, you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.

The first press of him against you steals your breath, a gasp escaping your lips as he slides inside, filling you completely. Jungwon groans, his forehead resting against yours as he stills for a moment, savoring the sensation. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he begins to move, each stroke drawing a quiet whimper from your throat.

“Quiet,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Unless you want them to hear.”

You bite your lip hard, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. The risk of being caught only heightens the intensity, every sound beyond the room—the creak of footsteps, the murmur of voices—sending a jolt of adrenaline through you.

Jungwon’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as his hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you anchored to him. His name spills from your lips in a broken whisper, and he catches it with his mouth, swallowing the sound as his own breathing grows erratic.

“They could walk in any second,” he rasps, his voice strained with effort. “Imagine how it’d feel—knowing they’re watching.”

The image flashes in your mind, vivid and forbidden, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. Your entire body tenses as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, a muffled cry escaping your lips despite your best efforts to stay silent. Jungwon follows moments later, his release shuddering through him as he buries himself deep inside you, his hands clutching you desperately as if afraid you might disappear.

For a moment, there’s only silence, broken by the sound of your labored breathing and the distant hum of the party continuing elsewhere in the house. Jungwon rests his forehead against yours, his eyes heavy-lidded but gleaming with satisfaction.

“Told you…” he murmurs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “...it’d be worth it.”

But before you can respond, the door creaks open slightly, and both of you freeze.

“Hey, have you guys seen—” Jay’s voice cuts off abruptly as he steps into the room, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene before him.

Jungwon doesn’t miss a beat, his smirk widening as he glances over his shoulder. “Close the door on your way out,” he says casually, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

Jay stares for a moment longer, his face reddening as he mutters something unintelligible under his breath before hastily retreating, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Jungwon turns back to you, his grin turning devilish. “Guess we’ve got some explaining to do,” he says, his voice light and teasing, though his hands still cling to you tightly, unwilling to let go just yet.

❥﹒ enhypen taglist: @minkilicious @casemoa143 @lice @amarecerasus

[coffeegnomee]

genuinely i think alot of kaboodle's actions on lifesteal can be explained by her scripted lore background. the world of scripted lore is fraught with the idea that "lore" is just... being miserable. it was something that made it difficult for me to get into ksmp (though i did eventually enjoy it), because it felt just so awful all the time. pointless arguments didn't tug at my heartstrings, it made me frustrated. but that's besides the point

i think maybe one of the reasons she takes everything way harder than she should and exaggerates relationships and disagreements is perhaps because she is drawing in past experience to be a good entertainer, in the way she is familiar with. which is so fair! we are formed by our backgrounds. it does unfortunately make it difficult to watch her if you're accustomed to the more ""live action"" sort of format lifesteal is usually in, where people seperate their characters from themselves a little less. but she has a good size audience that seems to fw it, so i dunno

that's just my take on the overuse of the word "betrayal" and such

agree but disagree. yes scripted is usually just being miserable but zam is just miserable all the time and his lore actually makes sense and is very entertaining to watch and he also separates himself from his character (to a degree). but when he is miserable he is consistently miserable while also doing some fun things to distract from the misery or making some impact on the server like cleaning up spawn while being miserable to chat. kab just sits around and talks and does fuck all. sorry. hating. a lot of hating below.

and it's annoying because she is miserable but then will go be fighting her inner demons of destruction, but then won't destroy because she doesn't want to be mean and she cares so much, but then she plans to destroy anyway but then she doesn't do it and doesn't have any consistency in any motivation or characterization and she's all over the place. every hour her emotional state is different and there's absolutely no effort at a throughline and everything before is just thrown out the window.

And it pisses me off that she does come from scripting because surely her characters on ksmp had some throughline and consistency.

and yet her inconsistency on ls does make sense bc in scripted you can plan and succeed with every plan you make when you are literally scripting the outcome.

but on lifesteal you can plan for something cool and fun and it can be taken away in an instant by the very same people you were trying to impress and that is hard and will send anyone into being tilted.

and trying to decide how to react to that is wildly difficult and i dont really envy them having to figure out what to do, but i do wish she would DO something. but that's also unfair because she is doing something, she's rebuilding. but while rebuilding she's going between wanting 4c to help her while also trying to convince him to betray his team while also trying to convince him to give her a heart without a fight while also planning to kill him while also reminding herself she has to be nice to him. so she's just using him. just say it with your full chest. you never cared about him and you just want someone else to do the work to get your own selfish self-pity plan back on the server.

you want to complain and then have someone swoop in and save you. and you dont want to make any effort to actually care about that person.

it's miserably sad and annoying to watch because lifesteal is about caring about people, and she goes on and on an on about caring *so much* but she doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself. and she lies to herself and and chat and insists that she cares.

and yes that's a rather consistent characterization to through at ls!kab but damn if it doesn't read like that at all and she went from genuinely apologizing to 4c to just using him flat out and reminding herself that she needs to use him and cant just kill him.

maybe its just that she's vilely unlikable. maybe that's the point in her scripted mind. make a hatable character. and yet her actions also speak to desperately trying to make a likable character whom youre sympathetic to, she tries desperately to guilt trip and pull at the heartstings about how shes just been betrayed so many times and life is so hard for her and shes so weak and how could you be mean to someone so pathetic and wounded.

but she's not likable at all. she doesnt care about a single other soul or what they care about. the second they put a boundary up she wants to run and leave, which, fair enough, actually a cool characterization of trauma but like also so abusive-coded. but in the end she chose to not abandon bacon as far as we can tell, but i can tell you give it two seconds and that thought will come back and she'll decide to betray him anyway. because nothing is consistent and nothing she says has any long term value. she just goes on the past five minutes to decide what she will do.

she's just so fake and that fakeness can be attributed to the character, but it only feels even more fake because she insists it's a character and not her as she turns around and does something that makes more sense for her to do as herself than the character. she is being two people existing on the same account, swapping out whenever necessary. but that's stupid. take responsibility for your actions and your emotions. stop blaming others.

and yes. it all goes back to how painfully different scripted mcrp is from unscripted.

and i know for damn sure that this will not be like this next season because she will learn from this season. or she doesn't. and that's what's so frustrating. the possibility that she never learns why lifesteal is lifesteal.

the possibility that she keeps writing asshole abusive characters that just get more abusive because of her own internal mental problems that lay unresolved and shoved under the rug like they aren't part of the character even though they are part of herself. she refuses to look at herself and acts like if just just acts hard enough they won't affect anything. they effect everything. you can't run from yourself when you are making unscripted content.

and yes. i am being really mean about someone who clearly has a lot of baggage. yes i am being mean about someone who is abusive as a defense mechanism and hates boundaries because of fear of being alone and all these things that are basically the bully being bullied at home type beat.

but she embraces none of it. doesn't even see any of it. thinks she has written a cute story with kazam, a cute ship that may be a little messed up but is at it's core cute.

it's fucking abusive and shit. it makes my skin crawl. zam is screaming to be let out of it and she thinks it's sunshine and roses. she is, to use the word literally, delusional about her actions. she thinks they are one thing when they are anything besides that.

but we do have one success story. and the trend goes that every lifestealer learns what lifesteal is by their second or third season. they all eventually get it. vi chose to do a very distinct character vs streamer in s4 and he crashed and burned to a degree unfathomable. and he learned from it. and he now says that was his favorite story he ever told. he see's how he's grown as a person because of it.

there is only hope in the future when it comes to kaboodle. lifesteal genuinely changes you and makes you grow. not because you choose to grow, but because it forces it out of you.

but in this moment im just constantly a ball of rage and constantly sent into sadness every time i watch. and she keeps interacting with my mains so im not going to just miss the story, and the progression is already happening, the kablantis shock is a genuinely lifesteal trauma moment for kab and is already changing her in good ways. this is the story, this is part of watching lifesteal. the meta conflict is what makes this server painfully unique. this difficult encounter with players that piss you off. because people in life are like this. people can suck and hurt each other and don't look at their internal mental state, they shove things under the rug and think they're fine and cause sorrow and pain when life gets difficult. that's life. encountering it as story really helps understand the people around you. to be more compassionate, be able to see when theyre hurting and chose to be kind anyway. to learn how to feel the negative emotions and process them and not run from them yourself. or learn how to stick up for yourself and put up your own boundaries and learn that you can. to figure out who you are. it's the best. and the worst. and leaves me hating until i realize it is interesting even though i hate it.

[avianyuh]

Beautiful | Yuta Nakamoto

Summary: How do you avoid your boyfriend when you're having one of those "ugly" days?

word count: 1k

It was just one of those days. To put it blatantly, you were feeling ‘ugly’. Normally, on days like this you wouldn’t leave the house. Stay inside, wear one of your baggiest t-shirts and watch TV. Normally by the next morning you’d be feeling a lot better mentally and you’d resume life. Problem is, now you have a boyfriend. So it’s becoming increasingly harder to get in that alone time, especially on your ‘ugly’ days. 

This particular morning, after standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, staring at your reflection, squishing your face, rustling your hands through your hair, to no avail, your appearance wasn’t getting more attractive with each attempt to “depuff” your face and eyes or “volumize” your lifeless hair that seemed to look dull regardless of how many times you brushed through it. You felt like you had a weight in your stomach, seemingly feeling bloated all over your body. You didn’t want to be seen. All you wanted to do was cancel your plans and go back to bed and sleep an extra hour or two.

But before you could do that you had to cancel your date with Yuta. Upon dialing his number, he picked up on the second ring. “Baby? Everything okay, I’m heading to your place in a few minutes.” You felt your heart rate increase as you started to feel guilty. You knew this was his one free week this month, normally he’s so busy, but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun in your current state, especially with how sluggish you felt mentally. 

“Uh, Yuta I’m sorry this is so last minute but I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel good…Maybe you should keep your distance from me until I feel better.” It was a half truth. You weren’t necessarily sick, but you also didn’t feel your best. 

“What’s wrong? Is your throat sore? Is it your stomach?”, he grilled you for answers, his voice laced with concern for your well being evident. You raked your brain for a believable answer, you really did hate lying but you felt that if you told the truth he would find your reason stupid. You also didn’t want your very attractive boyfriend to see you in your not so attractive state. 

“A little of everything…”you murmured, trying to sound sick. The line was silent for a few seconds before he responded. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll drop by anyways just to check up on you.” Your eyes went wide as you started to plead with him. 

“No,no, Yuta please I’m okay, I just really don’t want you to get sick.”  Again, the line went silent for a few seconds before he started to speak again. 

“If you insist,” he sighed. “I love you” he said as he told you he’d check in later in the day. You threw the phone down on your bed as you let out a shaky breath, thanking the universe for letting that go relatively well. You proceeded with your routine as normal. Big t-shirt, parked on the couch and ready to watch TV. A few hours into your day of hiding, you heard a knock at the door. Now considering you had placed a takeout order, you assumed that was who was standing outside. But to your surprise upon opening the door, you were not met with the delivery driver, but your boyfriend. 

He stood there with a big smile, as you gasped. “Y/N, I know you said I shouldn’t come over but you really got me worried. I just had to make sure you were okay.” Yuta explained as he stepped inside and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead before placing the back of his hand on the side of your cheek. “Hm.” He hummed as he performed the same action on your other cheek. ‘You don’t feel warm, so I guess that’s a good sign.” He grabbed your hand as he led you back to the couch. He covered you back in your blanket you had tossed to the other end when you got up to answer the door. “Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as he sat next to you. He was as close to you as he possibly could be, which you found amusing considering he was under the impression that you were sick, yet he didn’t seem to care about his own health at all. He was just so focused on getting all of the facts from you. 

“I ordered some food, that’s who I thought was at the door.” You answered. 

“That’s good, that means you have an appetite.” He nodded approvingly. “So what is it then that’s bothering you? Do we have to go to the doctors?” His eyes stared into your own with so much intensity and concern. You felt like you could crack at any moment as the guilt started to creep in for lying to him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook your head no. 

“Yuta I’m fine. I think I’m just having an off day.” He caressed your cheek with one hand as he moved you in closer with the other. 

“Was that it all along? So you’re not sick?” He smiled as you hid your face in his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I feel kinda bad about myself and I really wasn’t feeling confident enough to see you today. I feel sort of…ugly?” You explained, face still buried in his shoulder so your explanation came out kind of muffled. Yuta lifted your head up so you were looking at him. 

“How could you ever be ugly? You’re gorgeous.” He whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were gentle against your lips. Slowly, he started to trail his kisses down your chin, then even further down to your neck. Suddenly, all of those doubts, all of those negative feelings you woke up with, were beginning to fade as his kisses traveled further and further down your body. HIs hands intertwined with yours. You had never felt so beautiful. 

{A/N: Basically, when I have writer's block, the only man who can get me out of my procrastination is Yuta. Been loyal to that BEAUTIFUL man since 2018 lmao. I know I've been writing a lot of BTS and SVT stories lately and I've been having a lot of fun (thank you for all of the engagement, you guys really now how to make a girl feel special💓) But the only person I really want to write for in NCT is Yuta and occasionally Jaehyun at this point. Considering the past year, I have trust issues with NCT. But in February, expect more BTS, SVT and idk maybe another group. As always mwahhhh💋}

[glossykissies]

i think this was like one of the first scott fics u posted but reader was in college for like fashion design? i think 😭 but anyways reader got a bad grade in one of her classes and scott says she cant touch him cos u cant reward bad behavior!!!

it’s funny because scott thinks he’s handling it the right way.

it’s how he was raised — it’s why he ended up in the working environment he did. his mother was a sweet woman, but his father was hard, never impressed, always pushing scott to achieve more. of course there were times he resented him for being so cold and unyielding, but he supposed he had him to thank for everything. now as a grown adult, scott saw himself in his old man, rearing his ugly head when least expected.

you’d come home to scott, all wired up and manic looking for a distraction. the project you thought you’d been slaving over ended up bringing you your worst grade yet. it wasn’t failable, and you knew you’d be able to pull yourself back — but it was certainly a wake up call. you felt ashamed.

you’d mentioned it in passing to scott as you were toeing your shoes off, thinking that if you treated it as a casual thing, it would be less damning. you were known to work hard, and you’d hate if scott thought any less of you. if there was anyone who’s opinion mattered to you over your professor, it was him.

“— and i’m gonna have to retake that class because i flopped so hard, anyway i had icecream for lunch—”

“hold on.” scott frowns, arms folded over his chest as he leans a shoulder against the wall, narrowing his eyes at you. “retake the class? explain.”

he makes note of the way you swallow and avoid his eyes as you gather up an excuse. “its fine, i failed the class. its fine.” you shrug a shoulder, and scott stares before shaking his head with a sigh.

“look — i told you, if you’re gonna be here all the time you can’t let it interfere with your projects. i think — i think it’s best if you start spending some weekends from home so you can get back on top of—”

“no!” you bark, eyes wide and desperate, which actually silences him in surprise. you are incredibly quick to adjust yourself, releasing a tense chuckle to let it be known that you were on your best behaviour, smile straining your cheeks and not quite meeting your eyes. “scott it’s not that serious, i swear. i’m passing all my other classes, this happens to everyone atleast once.” you figure your tone is reassuring enough, especially as he doesn’t follow you into the kitchen to make your daily green tea.

you spend a little longer than usual in the kitchen as you sip away at your drink, giving your boyfriend time to hopefully forget about the bad grade you received so you could potentially start the evening over, feeling things were a little chaotic. the hot liquid seems to soothe your nerves momentarily too, aiming to leave the day behind as you eventually slink out into the living room, eeking out your distraction as you join scott on the couch.

he’s watching some kind of documentary, naturally manspreading with that concentrated frown like a man much older than he was. you let a mischievous smile slip as you wriggle up to his side, stroking at his arm. this was nothing unusual from your usual behaviour, so scott doesn’t react — continuing on with his show.

“scotty.” you breathe in his ear, beginning to dot kisses gently along his jawline.

“hm?”

“missed you. needed daddy all day.” you pout as a manicured hand rises to rest on his broad chest before sliding slowly down his stomach toward his belt. you nearly jump out of your skin when he grabs your wrist and moves it away.

“no.” he hums, voice low. you blink your wide eyes at him in confusion — maybe you were just spoilt, because it wasn’t often you heard that word so firmly.

“huh?”

it’s only then scott looks at you, raising his eyebrows. “you think i’m gonna reward you for failing a class? you know, if i had been you — i’d already be at the desk with my laptop out, getting to work so i don’t fail my class again.” he’s stern, and whilst you’re used to his blunt ways you’re stunned by how cruel he was being. to him, he wanted the best for you and this was how he showed it in the moment, but to you it was the ultimate rejection.

it’s unnoticeable to the human eye, but he softens when you’re so quick to submit without argument despite his words, bashfully climbing off the couch to silently grab your bag and head to the bedroom where scott’s desk was. he watches you go, arms crossed — before he sighs, closing his eyes. that wasn’t him, it was his father. you didn’t deserve that.

he thinks up what to say to you, standing up to retrieve you approximately seven minutes later. he finds you at the desk where he suggested, laptop open on an empty document, crying quietly into your hands. scott closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath before starting towards you.

“hey. hey.” his voice is quiet as he scoops you off the chair, replacing you with himself as he cradles you on his lap. “c’mon.” he whispers, feeling you wrack with another silent sob into your hands.

“i’m sorry.” you squeak.

“you don’t have to be sorr—”

“you’re disappointed in me. i’m disappointed in me too i just wanted to forget for a few hours.” you cry like a baby, stripped down to your most vulnerable self and his jaw clenches, mad that he was the one to upset you like this. this relationship shit was harder than it looked.

“hey i’m not, okay? i’m not. i was… hard on you because i think you can be great. okay? i think you are great. most talented girl i know. i don’t wanna get in the way of that, you know?” his large hand slides up your back to pull you closer and he feels you nod.

“i know. i’m sorry i get so upset about stupid stuff. i tried to be a big girl about it. i tried to… start—” you pull away to gesture to the empty document and he breathes out a chuckle, pulling you back to his chest.

“i know. i see… and it’s not stupid. i was mean. you should have kicked my ass.” he shakes his head but hears you giggle against his shirt, likely staining it with tears and mascara.

“next time.” comes out muffled.

“great.” he sarks before pulling you back to mop up your face, trying not to grimace at any snot or drool as he swipes it away with his thumb. “look. get started on… all this tomorrow. i’ll help in any way i can. what do you need right now? hm?” he jogs you on his lap with his knee once to signify that he wants a verbal and decisive answer. you press your lips together, glancing down at his belt once more. “oh yeah?” he confirms in that deep voice that makes between your legs ooze. “still after that?”

you nod, and he squeezes you hip. “alright. i think i can provide.”

[wonhes]

ᝰ. RII7E MEETING YOUR PARENTS !

PAIRING: riize x reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: sohee refers to reader as “my girl” once but besides that this could be read as gn!reader :)

𓂃۶ৎ SHOTARO

— guys, i genuinely think and believe shotaro would be so shy throughout the whole interaction. when you first told him about your parents wanting to meet him, he would smile at you and nod his head. he would then kiss your forehead and let you know he's free whenever and for you to just say when and where. but deep down, like super deep deep down, he was nervous. when those words first came out of your lips, shotaro actually screamed internally. but he can't have you know that. and he won’t have you know that!

when the time comes to meet your parents, shotaro changed his outfit like 10 times before finally making his way over to pick you up. you would take notice of his calm composure and you would honestly be so surprised because again, he just seems so calm and collective.... if only you knew. it wasn't until you took notice of the shy smiles he kept offering your parents, the way he would only speak when being spoken to (and even then his responses would be so short), his knee constantly bouncing up and down as he kept taking sips of his water every 3 seconds. that's when you finally realized just how nervous he was. you would then gently place a hand on his thigh and send him a small reassuring smile and instantly, his nerves would calm down and he felt like everything was okay once again. he was okay.

𓂃۶ৎ EUNSEOK

— i feel like eunseok would be just like shotaro but a little worse. like he would actually be tweaking out. let me explain, when you tell him your parents want to meet him, he would nod his head at you and ask you if there was a certain date in mind. he would be so nonchalant about it too. it wouldn't be until the day off that he would start tweaking out. suddenly nothing is fitting right. suddenly his hair isn't styling the way that he wanted it to. suddenly he can't find the shoes he wanted to wear. everything was stressing him out now and it did not help that you had just texted him to let him know you were already ready for him to pick you up. he needed more time!

when he finally meets your parents, he swears his palms are so sweaty and shaky. he internally cringes when he shakes your dad's hand because if he can feel that his own palms being so shaky and sweaty then so can your dad. throughout the night, he would look around the room wondering if it was hot in there or if it was just him. he would constantly lift a hand up to push his hair back. he would also constantly clear his throat and would laugh a little too long at your dad's jokes. when realization finally hits you, you try and place your hand on his thigh to help calm him down. but within seconds, eunseok pushed your hand away from his thigh before eyeing you like if you were crazy. with wide eyes, he would signal you towards the direction of your parents before looking back at you and shaking his head at you in disbelief.

𓂃۶ৎ SUNGCHAN

— guys, he's so :((( so actually he would be the one bringing it up. he was the one who told you he wants to meet your parents and it would take you by complete surprise. it would happen while you two were cuddling on his couch while watching a movie. he would move to place a kiss on your cheek causing you to giggle and turn towards him to place a quick kiss on his lips. he would smile down at you before tugging a loose piece of hair behind your ear. and that's when he would tell you he wants to meet your parents soon. in all honesty, he just wants them to know and see that he truly does love you and is serious about you and your relationship.

when the day to meet your parents approaches, he would be ready hours before. he would pick you up an hour early because he cannot be late! first impressions are everything! you would meet him in your living room, annoyed at him rushing you but when you spot him there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, you would instantly forgive him. gasping, you would make your way towards him and when you try to take them away from him he would pull them closer to his chest, away from you, while gripping them tighter and letting you know the flowers were for your mom.

the meeting would genuinely go so well. he would try and win your dad over by cracking a few jokes with him and would pay really close attention to what your mom was telling him. this would actually be so so so serious to him! sungchan is locked in!

𓂃۶ৎ WONBIN

— god please don't hate me but i feel like wonbin would be nervous but he would express it more by being awkward. hear me out! like you two would be talking about him meeting your parents and he would be so excited and up for it! yeah, he'll be nervous but it's okay because he wants to meet your parents and wants to take this next step with you. he would send you a shy awkward smile when you two finally figure out a set date but he would just shrug off the thoughts that were spiking up his anxiety.

when you two are on the way to meet your parents, you couldn’t help but take notice on how quiet your boyfriend was being. you try to ask if there was something wrong but he immediately shook his head and gave your nose a small kiss so you shrugged it off. when you finally arrive at your parent's house, you immediately notice how awkward wonbin is being. like everything he's doing is just coming off so unnatural? it’s like if he's overthinking every single movement of his. you simply shrugged it off again but when it’s finally time to eat dinner, your dad asks you something and for some reason wonbin misinterprets the question and believes this is the right time to crack a joke! so he makes a random joke and god, it does not land. instead of being met with laughter, he's met with three pairs of eyes confusedly staring at him. this would cause him to quickly turn a dark shade of red. hiding his face in his hands he would mumble a small, "oh god," causing you to completely lose it. you laughing at him would cause your parents to laugh too. wonbin would then let out a small groan as he blindly moved closer to you to hide his face in your shoulder. poor boy just wanted to fit in!

𓂃۶ৎ SEUNGHAN

— i feel like seunghan would be like sungchan in a way! i think with seunghan, you had both discussed meeting your parents since he brought it up and you had recently met his. i think he would be nervous but he wouldn't show it. he just seems like he would know how to hide it well. so, when you two finally settled on a date, yes he was a tad bit nervous but he would quickly ignore it and shake it off. he wouldn't let his nerves get to his head, he wanted to meet your parents and form a good relationship with them. he was on a mission to impress your parents so they would approve of him and he was not going to let anything ruin that!

when the time came to finally meet, seunghan would be so smooth. making sure to compliment your mom saying cheesy comments like, "oh now i know where yn gets their good looks from." and making sure to comment on your dad's favorite sport or show. seunghan knew what to do and say. and if i’m honest, he was a little too good at it. you would raise your eyebrows at him here and there throughout dinner because he somehow managed to get your parents hooked. your parents loved him and within hours too? oh, someone definitely cooked here.

𓂃۶ৎ SOHEE

— oh my sohee. I think sohee would be very scared. he strikes me as someone who would get very nervous at the simple thought of meeting your parents which would lead to him becoming scared. you would be the one to bring up how your parents wanted to meet him and almost instantly sohee would not know how to function. he would freeze and blankly stare at you, wide eyed. you would try and reassure him and it would work! ... for 5 minutes. he would just be so nervous, not wanting to mess anything up. so many thoughts of what could go wrong would race in his mind. you would constantly have to reassure him and with a bunch of kisses of course! it got to the point where you didn't know if sohee was actually nervous or if he was pretending just for you to keep pampering him.

now, when it came to finally meeting your parents, you actually picked out his outfit. he had tried on a bunch of clothes weeks prior and made you choose the best one. once you both settled on one, he would neatly have it folded, waiting for the, “big day” (his words). and when you two arrived at your parents, sohee could not stop smiling. not like a small sincere smile though, it would just be a big wide forced smile. he would have this big smile and he would laugh at every single little thing, trying to please both your mom and dad. and you know what! it somehow ends up working because your parents grow very fond of him. they think he’s a little odd at first but it’s okay, they welcome him with open arms!

𓂃۶ৎ ANTON

— ah! okay so for anton, i picture him bringing it up to you! your relationship is getting serious and he wants you to meet his parents and vise versa. you would instantly nod and that's when he would offer to meet your parents first. you would smile while nodding your head at him and he would immediately smile back before letting out a shaky sigh while admitting how terrified he actually was. like genuinely, anton is shaking in his boots. you would giggle and reassure him and he would just offer you a small shy smile. gahhh i just think he would be so nervous but so excited. like when you two settled on a date, he would immediately mark it on his calendar. he would also excitedly tell his parents about how he's meeting your parents soon and how he can’t wait for his parents to meet you!

when meeting your parents, anton would be so respectful. he would offer to help out your mom every other second, like not kidding. when you would be done eating, he would pick up your plate for you. but do not get fouled! man is still shaking in his boots. you would realize this because of how he can't sit still. that's why he kept offering to help or he would clean up— because he didn't know what else to do! another thing that would give away his nervousness would be the amount of times he would call your dad, "sir." he called your mom, "ma'am" once and she immediately corrected him and he listened. yet for some reason no matter how many times your dad corrects anton, your boyfriend refuses to call him by his name and continues calling him "sir" in every single sentence. and i mean, every. single. sentence.

ᝰ. BONUS: text messages after the meet up !

[bunny-jpeg]

business vacation

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, ceo au, ceo!toto, assistant!reader, semi-public sex, poolside sex, size difference/kink, cowgirl position, beach chair sex, alcohol, age gap (20s/50s)

"what are you doing, angel?" toto asked as he saw you take a sip of his rum and coke. he was in the back doorway of the vacation house.

you licked your lips, "i was trying to make sure that the drink was strong enough, mister wolff." you really were an efficient assistant, weren't you? as if you weren't dressed in a simple green checkered bikini. more skin exposed than the average employee of your boss' company.

he chuckled lowly, "it seems like you're not focusing on your job. i brought you here to help. that is in your job description after all."

you swallowed, "of course, sir! i'm sorry, sir!" you lowered your head for a moment before you went over to hand toto his drink.

he carefully took it from you before he shepherded your back outside to the private pool. high walls surrounded the backyard which allowed for complete privacy.

he took a sip of the drink you made hi and then rubbed your head in praise, "strong." he cleared his throat, "are you trying to make me drunk, dear? you are lucky that i don't have a meeting later. or else you'd be in big trouble."

"no, sir!"

you ended up back on the beach chair with toto, while you had your own chair. it was simply too far away for toto's liking.

after all, he was your mentor.

an internship turned into employment at a company that toto built from the ground up. now you aided him in everything he did. which meant two weeks at this vacation home in the south of france.

but, you didn't get the job because of your stellar performance during your internship. no, no, toto took a liking to you rather quickly. it didn't hurt that you took his cock beautifully. it was only fair that he gave you an official title because apparently professional cocksucker didn't look good on a resume.

as if your five year plan wasn't just 'because mrs. toto wolff', but in the end you became his assistant. you sat in on meetings and kepthis organized. he just enjoyed you on his cock more than being at meetings.

he grazed his hand across your hip and thigh while you laid up against him. the ice clinked in his glass as he took a sip with his free hand.

you remained close to him and let him tough you. you simply melted into his touch and allowed him to drag his fingers across your skin. he left imaginary trails across your thighs and it made you shudder.

"you feel warm. did you have too much sun, dear? should we go inside?" but his actions contradicted his words. his fingertips dipped into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, "do you feel too warm, angel?"

you shifted a little and he leaned in for a gentle kiss on your lips. you tasted the sweet of the coke of his drink on his lips and then cupped his face. "it's only because of you, sir. you make me hot all over."

he said, "maybe i should help you cool down." he took another sip of his drink before he put the glass down on a table. he then pulled the string of your bikini and it simply fell off your chest. with your chest exposed, toto licked his lips.

you ended up straddling his waist, you felt his cock nudge against you in his swim trunks. you rubbed your pussy up against the bulge. toto then watched you get out of the bottoms, this left you totally naked. he got his cock out of his grey and yellow swim trunks, you could see the dark trimmed pubic hair and his impressive cock. you knew what was going to come next.

you were going the other half of your job responsibilities.

"beautiful." he exhaled as you sank down onto his cock. he was surprised that you could take him so beautifully. there was no other word to call it. you reminded him of a beautiful masterpiece. you were art to him. he groaned as you started to move, the heat had curled in you as you worked his length.

the amount of times he watched you move around the office. he knew how the other employees looked at you. hunger in their gazes, but you were painfully oblivious to them.

toto liked that.

you had eyes for him and no one else but him. wasn't just so so special? to have the privilege to fuck your pretty, slick cunt. even if you did have eyes for someone else, you were already with toto and he wasn't going to let himself to be replaced so easily.

you were toto's, plain and simple. no one else could fill that role. who else was going to ride him like their life depended on it. toto had you wrapped around his fingers, his pretty little assistant. "you do sucha good job." he praised, "keeping this company afloat." his voice was a purr as he moved against you. his mind was clouded with heavy lust as he watched the bounce of your body as you moved. it was beyond beautiful, near pornographic. toto could've made a healthy amount of money with some tasteful nudes of his lovely assistant. but, he didn't want anyone else to see what he had.

he was a greedy man.

the walls around the yard allowed you to move up and down a little faster. your noises a little lighter as you gasped, "sir, yes, please." his cock hit against your softest areas. you clenched onto his shoulders, you pretty nails dug into his shoulders as you moved against him.

toto admired you further, he eyed you up and down as you body moved against him. your hips thrusted up and down onto his cock. he licked his lips, he couldn't get enough of his angel of a woman. he held you by the middle and kissed at your chest. he licked your nipples and you moaned loudly. he always made sure you were taken care of. you kept him on schedule and his cock warm, and he gave you whatever you desired. he groaned as his grip on your soft hips tightened.

you made him want to do to the office, even enjoyed it when you scolded him for missing paperwork. when he was alone with you, he could be a wild man. but you kept him focused in the office. while this was a business holiday, he happily mixed his business with pleasure. that was why he packed you some of the smallest bikinis and the tightest pencil skirts. he had to make sure his assistant looked presentable for any situation.

only the best for you. he held on as you continued to move. your noises only got louder and you could feel the throb of want in your body as you rode him. you soon leaned in enough to kiss him on the lips. he felt a surge of want in his body as the heat between you two grew.

out on a sunny day together, in a private little villa where you could work your hardest as a job you knew you were good at. servicing him. you two kissed and you felt the fire in your gut. it was hard to deny the feeling. toto was the kind of lover that sent your soul ablaze. you moaned into the kissed and clutched onto him tighter. the shudder of want through you made you move faster.

he touched your sides and used his strength to move you up and down his cock. you felt the thrill of excitement course through you. you felt the tension in your thighs as he moved you with a heavy pace. toto liked when you carried his marks after sex. the small bruises on your hips, the bites on your breasts, everything he could do to stake a claim on you. even when you wore his rings and watches, maybe it was possessive behavior. but toto had already pushed past the point of professionalism. he knew that it could lead to trouble, but he didn't care. not when you looked beautiful on top of him. hell was worth it to be able to fuck you. he'd suffer for his sins in the afterlife.

you knew you were getting close, your body tensed up and you kissed him deeply on the lips. this was your boss! but it was your job to make sure he was taken care of. that meant all the ways you could possibly help. even in the south of france. you held on as you got yourself to climax. you groaned, your noises accompanied by the sounds of birds chirping. you rode through your orgasm and felt the heat climb in your neck and to your ears.

tot moved up against you. he controlled the pace further when you rested against him. he moved your hips and you felt the rush of euphoria. pleasure coursed through him as he continued to fuck you. until he tensed up and finished inside of you.

you made sure pretty noises as you both came down from your intense climaxes. the heat felt good through as you rested against him. your chest chest against his. you could feel his heartbeat. and some said that the scary toto wolff didn't have a heart.

you soon held your lover's face and gazed into his dark eyes. you kissed him on the cheek lovingly, "how was that, sir? did it meet quarterly expectations?" you said cheekily.

"always perfect, angel." he rubbed your bare back softly. he kissed your face softly, "my perfect little assistant. now why don't i make us some lunch?"

as much as you did for toto, he only returned the favour in ten-fold. because aside from being his darling, amazing, stellar assistant. you were also his lover. <3

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Memory

Knuckles was always impressed.  He had turned the dining table chair towards the kitchen to have a good view, something he did every Saturday morning.  Eyebrows raised with each flick of the wrist.  His hands tightened gently on the seat of the chair with each movement.  You would think after all this time it would cease to be interesting…but here he was.

He managed to keep himself just to the side, out of the vantage point of the person of interest that he so keenly watched.  His head almost involuntarily cocked to the side as he watched the movements before him.  Eventually the soothing scent of pancakes began to fill his nose.  He sniffed a few times, nose turned toward the ceiling for maximum uptake.  He closed his eyes as he took in the smell, allowing a small smile.  As his body relaxed with the scent there was a small slip of the hand on the chair causing him to lurch forward and creating a soft grating sound as the legs of the chair inched back across the floor from the movement.

He paused, afraid to move a muscle lest he make another noise, muscles taught.  Nothing happened, the quiet remained, only the sound of a sizzling pancake filling the air.  He let out a soft breath and finally began to relax his muscles in relief.

“Knuckles?”

Muscles froze again and as he slowly raised his gaze in horror, his eyes met the chief of the tribe.  He pulled back, almost imperceptibly, under the unexpected scrutiny.  Their eyes locked, his amethyst eyes almost afraid to break contact.  Finally, after a moment, the patriarch’s blue eyes softened and a gentle smile crossed his lips.

“You know…I’ve felt some eyes on me over the past few Saturdays.” Tom spoke, voice light and humorous.  “What’s going on, big guy?”

Knuckles didn’t move, expression tight.  He had a question he wanted to ask, now that he was caught.  A question he never had gained the courage to voice over many weeks of watching.  A  question he still couldn't find the courage to speak.  He drew his head back again, almost sheepishly, allowing his gaze to drop.

He could feel Tom’s eyes on him, reading him, probably judging him.  What a coward he was that he could not voice what he really wanted.

Before he had time to process the movement, Tom had taken a few steps closer, close enough to place a hand on the echidna’s taught shoulder.

“Breakfast isn’t going to be ready for a bit longer.  You know how Sonic is…snoring the morning away.”

Knuckles kept his eyes downcast, feeling a sense of embarrassment settle in.  His gloves gently rubbed together in his lap.  He swallowed hard.

“But, I don’t suppose you’d want to help me?”

The offer had Knuckles snapping his gaze upward, meeting the twinkling eyes of the man in front of him.  He couldn’t stop the sliver of excitement that crossed over him.

“I…I would like that…” he heard himself speaking, voice softer than he had intended.

“Well, alright then!” Tom exclaimed.  “Come!  Enter my kitchen of solitude where I make the magic happen!”

Knuckles slid off the seat, following Tom into the kitchen, a few paces behind.  He couldn’t help but feel a bit excited at the prospect.  He was finally going to get to watch up close.

“So, pancakes…” Tom started, pulling up a stool so Knuckles could reach the stove more easily.  He stepped up without hesitation, taking in the set up in front of him.  A set up he had already memorized with weeks of watching.  “I mixed the batter already, it’s in that bowl.”  He gestured to the bowl to Knuckle’s right.  

“Go ahead and grab the bowl.”  

Knuckles reached forward and picked up the bowl, bringing it closer to the stove.  His tail began to twitch subtly.

“Alright, you take the bowl…”

Tom took his hand and placed it over Knuckle’s wrist to guide his hand to the hot skillet.

“You pick up the spear in the center, tip always pointing forward.  That’s right…”  His father’s hand on his wrist, guiding his hand to the training weapon in front of him.

“Then pour just the right amount…whoa whoa, not too much.  There you go…”  Tom’s hand cupped his gloved hand as he helped him tip the bowl and allow the batter to hit the skillet.

“Place your other hand on the middle to gain control of your weapon…”  Hands larger than his own enveloped his to help him hold the spear.  His small hands tightened over the weapon, his tail wagging with excitement.  “That’s very good, son.”

Knuckles swallowed hard, pushing the memory to the back of his thoughts and refocusing on the task at hand.

“Ok…now we watch until the pancake cooks through.  You’ll know when the top starts to bubble.”

“Now…plant your feet and separate your hands.  This will give you control and strength.”

“Now here’s the fun part.” Tom spoke, drawing Knuckles attention back forward.  His amethyst eyes focused back on the pancake, watching the bubbles rupture and reform over the surface.

“You take the spatula in your hand.”  Tom took his hand and closed his fingers over the handle.  “And you’re going to slide it under the pancake and flip.  The key is to not flip too hard or too high when you’re beginning.  Just a flick of the wrist.  Are you ready?”

“Now you take a step forward and thrust your arms.”  He felt his father’s arms wrap around his tiny frame to grip each of his hands with his own.  His father knelt on his knee so they were both on the same level.  Their cheeks touching, the warmth of his arms, his scent, safety…

Knuckles suddenly dropped the spatula from his grip, clumsily taking a step off the stool next to Tom.

“Hey, buddy, you OK?” the man asked, voice filled with nothing but surprise and concern.  

Knuckles took a few steps back, eyes fixed on pancake in the skillet, the smell of burning batter filling his nose.

“Knuckles, buddy, what’s wrong?”

Knuckles could barely hear him through the buzzing in his ears.  He continued to take small steps in retreat until his back made contact with the wood of the doorway.  The contact snapped him out of his reverie and he shook his head.  His eyes looked up and made contact with Tom’s, filled with nothing but concern and care.

“I…I’m sorry…” he stammered.  Then without another word he turned and ran to the back door, almost running into his matriarch in the process.  She quickly stepped back, avoiding his body as he flew toward the exit.  His hand grabbed the handle, wrenching the door open and he fled, losing himself in the trees.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The firm log behind him dug into the skin of his back and his elbows pressed into his knees but he barely paid the discomfort any mind as he rested his head in his hands, shutting out the rest of the world.

His breaths had soothed long ago, but not before they had almost suffocated him with their urgency.  His chest not complying with his body’s orders, his heart threatening to beat through his chest.  It had taken time, but he had been able to gather himself enough to find the oxygen he needed.  And, through his lightheadedness he had found his way to the mossy log behind him, bracing himself against it and wrapping his arms protectively around his head, burying his eyes in his hands and knees.

He had lost track of all time, but his senses could take in the increasing heat on his back as the sun rose through the sky, filtering through the fall leaves.  But he didn’t care.  He continued to hide like the coward he was.

He was so ashamed, letting his feelings catch him like that.  Memories that seeped into his consciousness, immobilizing him, hurting him, breaking him…

What was happening to him?  

For years he had been able to push his feelings, his memories away, locking them away somewhere safe.  Remembering his father was painful.  Remembering his father was a liability as he made his way across the galaxy.

But now…now that his quest was over…now that he had found a new normal…the memories were breaking through, flooding through his defenses and drowning him when he least expected it. 

How was he supposed to go back and face Tom after acting in such a way.  Tom was a gentle and caring person.  He would worry…he probably was worried…with how Knuckles had acted this morning.  But how was he supposed to explain that it was nothing the man had done.  That it was Knuckles’ own head, his own weakness, that caused him to run away.

He was such a coward.

A cold wet pressed into the crook of his elbow pulling Knuckles out of his swirling thoughts.  He started, his head lifting in surprise at the unexpected contact.  His head turned quickly toward the source and he was immediately drown in slobber as a tongue made its way quickly over his face, covering him in the creatures own sense of care.

Knuckles scowled in disgust and pulled his head away, out of range of the exuberant tongue and his eyes met the blank but warm eyes of the resident wolf.  He put his hand up to block the next onslaught of attempted licks, earning him a soft whine and studying eyes.  

“What brought you here, wolf?” he found himself asking, getting nothing back but a blank expression.  Ozzy tilted his head and brought his head forward to nuzzle into the echidna’s side.

“I did.”

Knuckles startled at the new presence, shooting his gaze upward to meet the soft blue of his chief, Tom.  He swallowed hard but did not advert his eyes.  He had already been enough of a coward today.

“Hey, big guy.  Can I sit down?”

Knuckles stared back, taking in the tall form as he slowly made his way closer.  He found himself nodding lightly.

He felt a soft gust of wind as Tom sat down heavily next to him.  He appreciated that Tom had sat just far enough to prevent surprise contact.  Knuckles was unsure if he could handle it in his current tumultuous state.

They sat in silence for moments, the only noise was the panting from the canine near by who refused to leave Knuckle’s free side.  He gave the dog an annoyed look which caused the wolf to push his face further into Knuckles’ glove, begging for pets.

“I hope it’s OK that I came to find you.” the man’s voice cut through the air causing Knuckles’ attention to shift toward him in surprise.  “I just…after this morning…and then you didn’t come home for lunch…”  his voice trailed off.  “I was worried.”

Knuckles grunted softly in acknowledgment.

“I hope I didn’t do anything wrong,” Tom continued to ramble.  “I know we haven’t really…we haven’t gotten very close over the past months.”  Knuckles glanced toward him at his words.  “And it’s OK!” he continued, seeing the shift in the echidna next to him.  “I know you and Maddie…just…she makes you feel comfortable.  And I’m so glad for it.  But…I just want to make sure I haven’t done anything to hurt you…”

The chief’s voice trailed off softly.  Knuckles turned his head fully toward the man at his words.  Tom was looking forward, his eyes watching the leaves swaying, looking anywhere else but where the echidna sat.  Knuckles frowned, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach.  The man thought what happened was due to his actions.  He had never meant for that.

He turned his gaze forward once again, his hands gently wringing together in his lap.  He swallowed hard, trying to find his courage.

“It is nothing you have done, Lord of Donuts.” he spoke softly.  “Nor is it anything you have said.”

He watched the man nod softly out of the corner of his eye.

“I…I’m glad, bud.” he spoke, his blue eyes glancing toward the echidna.  “I just…I want to be your friend.  I want to be someone you can count on and trust.  I feel like I’m failing at that.  But most of all, I do not want to ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

Knuckles swallowed hard, dropping his eyes to the forest floor.  The man was really trying.  And Knuckles had no ill will against him.  It was not the man’s fault that he reminded him of his father…

He took a deep breath, pulling his arms around his chest.

“I do not know how much you know of my past.” he began, voice soft, uncertain.  He did not want to speak of his past, of his memories, but this man had been nothing but kind to him and Knuckles owed him at least an explanation of his troubles.

Knuckles felt blue eyes watching him but could not meet them as he continued.  “I…before my tribe was killed…I…I had my father.”  he couldn’t stop the shake in his voice.  He took another breath, fighting for his courage.  “My mother had died, before I had even hatched from my egg.  My father…he was all I had…he was my whole world.”

A lump had formed at the back of his throat and his eyes began to burn with the shimmer of tears, but he refused to cry.  He clenched his teeth against the pain.

“He was kind, and gentle, and loving.  He always put me first.  He was always on my side.  And he always wanted what was best for me…even if I didn’t recognize it at the time.”  Knuckles let  a sorrowful smile cross his lips.

“You…you remind me of him…greatly…”

He felt the need to pause, allowing his eyes to drift shut.  He took a moment to gather himself.  To feel.  To miss.  To grieve.

Another nudge into his elbow interrupted his attempt at calm and he cracked his eye watching the wolf attempt to push his head through the crook of his arm.  Knuckles pulled his lips together and gave a soft shake of the head, then lifted his arm allowing the dog to move forward, laying his head in the echidna’s lap, tail beating happily against the trunk of the tree.

“I’m sorry.”  Tom said softly, gazing gently at the boy.  “About your father.  I am beyond flattered that you think I’m similar.”  Tom sighed and pushed himself a bit closer, laying a gentle hand on Knuckles’ shoulder.  “I definitely understand now, why you keep yourself distanced.”

The echidna took a deep breath, the unexpected contact of a hand on his shoulder almost jarring.  He tried to swallow down the guilt that rose with Tom’s words.  His eyes drifted closed, as if shutting out the world would shut out the pain.

“I…” he started, getting choked on the lump ever present in his throat.  “I…apologize.”

He felt a shift next to him, causing him to pull his eyes back open.  Tom had nudged himself slightly closer, his penetrating blue eyes looking toward and meeting purple.  He gave Knuckles a soft smile and let out a soft breath.

“First off, you will not apologize.” He started, his voice soft but firm.  “You are allowed to have your feelings and with something this big, it can be hard to figure them out.”

Tom shifted his arm further, now resting across the echidna’s shoulders.  Knuckles tried to remember to breathe.

“Second, I just want you to know…the last thing I want to do is replace your father.  You loved him and you lost him so young.  You are still grieving the loss.  And you never have to think of me that way, not if you don’t want to.  There is no pressure with our relationship.”

Knuckles lowered his head shamefully.  Feelings are not something he allowed to take him over, and yet, his feeling had dictated a distance between him and the man next to him.  A distance that Tom didn’t deserve.

Knuckles finally found the courage to meet Tom’s eyes at his words.  Eyes that held nothing but truth, concern, and understanding.

“I…I do appreciate that.” the lost boy answered truthfully.  “Though I feel I do not deserve your patience.”

The hand on Knuckle’s shoulder gave it a squeeze.  Knuckles swallowed hard, a tightness in his chest forming.  But when he finally trained his gaze back up, a smile met him, reassuring and ever present.

“You deserve everything.” Tom answered.  “You’re a great kid, Knuckles.  And I’m so happy we were able talk about this.  “Thank you…for being so honest with me.”  

The arm that lay around his shoulders, pulled him into a one sided hug.  A warm feeling overtook him and he found himself leaning into the safety it promised.

“Thank you, Tom.  For everything.”

The grin on Tom’s face widened at his words.

They sat quietly for a time.  A man, his son, and their dog.  They let the quiet of the forest settle over them, bringing a new calm, a new understanding.  But all calm must come to an end, in the form of a wayward wolf that began to chase a few of the rustling leaves, introducing a new form of chaos.  Tom chuckled.

“Ready to go home, Red?” he asked, pulling himself to his feet and reaching a hand down toward the boy.  “I believe a pancake lesson still awaits.”

Knuckles let a soft smile form on his lips and he reached up to gently take the offered hand.

“I would like that…Tom.”

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Sunday morning started like any other.  Knuckles rose early, quietly making his way from the attic so as not to disturb his sleeping brothers.  He made his way to the roof and sat, cross legged, turning his face toward the rising sun.  A ritual that he had come to enjoy, gaining a moment of peace before the house exploded into action.

But today held a greater excitement than normal.  Tom was going to teach him how to make pancakes.  He was going to get to help make breakfast for the first time.  Sunday wasn’t even a normal day for the fine delicacy, but his chief had made an exception just for Knuckles so they could pick up where they left off yesterday morning.

His lesson would be starting soon.  But now, now he could take in the quiet of the emerging day.  A gentle breeze tickled his quills and he took a deep inhale of the chilly morning air.

He could imaging his fathers soft fingers running through his quills.  A deep embrace with the warmth of the rising sun.  A hand lifting his chin with the current of the wind.

And Knuckles didn’t feel melancholy or lost.  He didn’t feel angry and scared.  Knuckles felt peace.  And with that feeling he pulled himself to his feet and made his way to the kitchen.  There were pancakes to be made.

@year-of-the-echidna

[wombywoo]

I want to hear all your thoughts about Quinn and Marc's relationship. 👀 Please tell us all the things. <3

What can I say about Quinn and Marc...🤔

They met when Quinn was about 23, fresh off a tour in Afghanistan that left him a little..shell-shocked, to say the least. He'd had leave after an injury, so instead of wasting away off-base, he chose to participate in a weapons testing assignment; Marc's private security company, Darkhorse, had begun development on experimental supernatural equipment, and Quinn signed up as an evaluator. There were a few other army guys in the course, and it was mostly just testing the efficiency of certain weapons and tools, but Quinn had a knack for this kinda thing, so he'd often make suggestions and actually came up with prototypes for new designs on his own. Marc was...impressed by him. And yeah--there was very much a natural attraction right away. Quinn didn't know what to make of him at first--he'd assumed 'rich arrogant hot old asshole' just based on his ~vibe~ but after catching his attention a few times, they got to talking and he was surprised to find the man was very intelligent, funny, and easier to talk to than he'd expected. What was more surprising was that Marc, in turn, found Quinn just as charming. Maybe he liked that rough around the edges, lost puppy thing he had going on.

At any rate--Marc invested in Quinn; he had good instincts, good ideas, and the fact that he was young and pretty...well..

Their first 'date' was when Marc asked Quinn to stay a bit after the weapons demo; after some more design theorizing, he took him to a fancy restaurant and Quinn was nervous as shit. But Marc never seemed to insist on his wealth; he has an almost effortless charm, and it's clear that a lot of his power comes from just that. Quinn had joked about how out of his element he felt, but Marc claimed he liked him just the way he was. And he did. All throughout dinner they chatted about business, good ideas, and bad ideas, and really really stupid ideas, and for the first time he could remember, Quinn felt like he was actually sharing something with someone..

It was nice. In the beginning.

Marc was a gentleman, and Quinn was his very stupid idea...

[the-box-of-mine]

Melinda and demetrius: splitting and dissociation (part 2)

I was talking in the first part here about Melinda and her splitting episodes. In this part I will talk about the oldest son demetrius.

There's no lie in the fact his appearance was surprising, but also everyone knew that he didn't seem right.

But also he's very mysterious and understanding him is quite a challenge with the very little context we have of him. So let's dive into his character a little.

The unfocused look, very intimidating look, and eyebags under his eyes. Hell yeah, he got freaking 6 stellas and didn't even seem happy about it. He just looked very tired and just wanted to go to rest.

Damian and the rest of the gang approached him, and damian went to congratulate him of his achievement. But it seems that Demetrius looked very intimidating to him so he started to stutter. Demetrius took the lead of the conversation and asked him about his Stella (which indicates that Demetrius is actually looking at the progress Damian does academically, which is the most important aspect of demetrius's life). Normally when asked this type of question, it's normal to say "yeah how did you know?" "Yeah what do you think?". But not damian (my little child seems to struggle)😭, he instantly jumped into "how do you think father would think?" ,which is wrong in different aspects, firstly demetrius is the one who asked about his academics, so it felt very disrespectful to do that. Secondly , knowing how Damian gets annoyed with the girls in his class asking constantly about his father (and he's the second son with less remarkable achievements), I'm sure that Demetrius himself has even worse share in this experience, he doesn't even seem to have friends because he feels in different league, and people either intimidated by him or try to use him to get to his father. Lastly, it's their second time talking to each other in school, and damian still asked him in the same matter (about their father) which really gives an impression that he has nothing to ask about but this. But of course Damian didn't mean that, he's a little child who is trying to reach his family, Demetrius himself seems to have also problems with reaching out to others.

But even then he didn't get mad, even in his mind, he didn't get annoyed at damian, he just swayed away keeping his boundaries without any addition, something that neither Melinda nor Donovan did (imo he still got judged wildly). With one struggling with her emotions and splitting episodes, and deadbeat neglectful dad. Which made me believe that he is the one who has higher chances with having a stable relationship with damian. I talked more about this here but to summarise, demetrius is quite surprisingly patient with damian at most times. Considering their parents and his age too.

Now into his interesting mind, in chapter 93, anya tried reading his mind but got nothing at first, and the things she got was he (I don't understand) questions.

This hit very different seeing chapter 110, when Melinda said Donovan can read mind and even demetrius had been saying that.

A lot of people drew to the conclusion that Demetrius has this habit of blocking his mind since he knew his father can read mind, he restricted himself to not have any thoughts at all, which is very painful to think about, making your child anxious to this point is really a new low truly, donovan.

There had been questions about how this is even achievable, a state of blanked mind of barely any thoughts, Mr green talked a little about it when he was with damian and his friends. But let me explain this more.

What is demetrius doing is very similar to something called "dissociation", it's a state of complete stillness of thoughts, flowing through the stress, you can say it's like putting your mind in an autopilot mode. It's a coping mechanism many people do in response to stress and trauma, and its severity changes from one person to another.

Now it seems very peaceful coping mechanism, but it's a hell itself, it's like getting into a deep hole with, the more you get deeper, the more difficult it's to get out of it. The more time you spend doing it, the more it's hard to keep up with your life and tasks.

I'm pretty sure that if Demetrius had been doing it from a very young age, it means he definitely is having difficulty in keeping his thoughts flowing, and that he is not voluntary and completely controls his mind.

Now, what could happen if someone is dissociating excessively? It leads to many mental disorders and problems. The most insightful of them are (dissociative disorders). The three main disorders are (ranked with severity from lower to higher)

1-Depersonalization/ derealization disorder.

2-dissociative amnesia.

3- dissociative identity disorder (aka called multiple personality disorder in the past but the medical term changed)

Now I'm very sure with the amount of excessive dissociation demetrius expressed (and even indicate he started doing it very early). I'm sure he has derealization disorder, he's very out of touch with himself and feels very separated from his reality ,which is a perfect description of this disorder. I wouldn't be surprised if he had dissociative amnesia, like I wouldn't be surprised if he said he doesn't really remember having dinner with his family in chapter 106 (he really was out of touch and just eating his food, not giving care to the tension felt in that time).

(until now he didn't show any signs of being a system or having DID)

I'm sure he also has different mental struggles other than dissociation, but this one is the clearest one. Him and Melinda showed very clear signs of mental health struggles, I tried to analyse that, I hope that they both heal and get the help they need.

[f4rtnite]

Bkdk online dating AU Preview!

Midoriya went home, took off his shoes, and greeted his mom. He went straight to his room and on the computer. Discord was already open and now Midoriya could finally relax, talk with his online friends, and forget about the struggles of his daily life.

While online he would mainly talk with his friends and moderate chats. He would always share fun facts about All Might and was constantly showing off his collection. A lot of people would turn to him when they needed to find specific merchandise. He was also an expert at spotting differences between bootlegs and official products.

He gets a notification, “@exsplosive_might111 has joined the server”

Midoriya immediately welcomed the new user and sends them the rules and verification process. Afterwards the new user posts an introduction. The introduction had quickly caught Midoriya’s attention since there weren't that many 13 year old boys like him in the server. This made him super excited and he started up a conversation with him as soon as possible.

@allmight_is_the_goat0715

Hey @ explosive_might111 you're the same age as me, that's so cool :D There’s not that many young ones here :(

@explosive_might111

Omg really? That’s so cool! can I send a friend request??? :3

Shortly after, they immediately start talking about everything All Might. Midoriya was impressed by how much this guy knew. They started talking about limited edition All Might merch. They both challenged each other to see who had the most/rarest merchandise. Midoriya had more by a long shot, but they noticed that they both had the same limited edition holographic all might card.

Allmight_is_the_goat0715

Wow where did you get that card??? :0 I've hardly met anyone who has it :DDD

Explosive_might111

Got it from a vending machine. Weren't they exclusive to only a few cities here???? I got mine in Musutafu :333

Allmight_is_the_goat0715

OMG ME TOO!1!1!1!1 we must live around the same area :DDD

They had stayed up talking all night. Despite it being a school night and the fact that Bakugou usually goes to bed early, they never stopped chatting. Midoriya, or his online nickname Mikumo, had told his new friend all about his life. He mentioned how he gets bullied but did not bring up that he is quirkless.

Bakugou, or nickname Aka (means red) had told “Mikumo” bits and pieces about his daily life. He felt bad for his new friend who was unfortunately getting bullied, but he felt guilty because Bakugou knows that he's a bully himself. They shared many things about themselves with each other. It was 3am before they had finally decided to go to bed.

Midoriya logged off of discord. He didn't expect to chat with the new user for so long, but he's glad that he did. Most of his online friends were much older than him so it was nice to be able to talk to someone his age and be able to relate to them.

Midoriya turned off his computer and put his phone to charge. He was really looking forward to the next day. Perhaps classes will be easier to sit through since now he has his new friend that he can talk to throughout the day. Midoriya just hopes that he's as active as him so they can talk all the time. He also got excited knowing that his new friend Aka could potentially live close to him. It's been so long since he last had a friend in person. His mom told him to never ever meet up with people he's met online, but Midoriya wouldn't mind meeting this guy sometime.

Did you enjoy reading this? Read the full completed fic here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/58319551/chapters/148525768