#and then I said sure and got to look for my keys and the tallest told the other one ‘there are you happy now?’ but not the passive

[diari0deglierrori]

I need more social interaction. Human contact. Need to feel more normal about it. Is that too much to ask

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ma'am IV

Aitana Bonmatí x Royal!Reader

Summary: There's a lot of security

"Is it just me or was it so difficult to find a parking spot today?" Marta asked as she and Caro came into the locker room," There's a bunch of black SUVs everywhere plus some flashy red sports car."

"There's a bunch of guys in suits checking out the place," Irene said, hanging up her jacket and changing into the training shirt," I saw them earlier."

"Maybe they're like undercover police officers?" Keira offered up," Maybe they busted some drug ring?"

"At our club?" Patri dismissed, one brow lifted in judgement," We're not the mob, Keira."

"I don't know," Pina teased," It would be one way to sort out our money situation."

"It's not police and we're not the mob," Alexia said in greeting, straight from a meeting. She returned to her cubby, switching out her shirt for her training jersey and scraping her hair back into a ponytail.

"Do you know something about this?"

"Yes. I do."

Silence for a moment.

"Do you want to share it?"

Alexia shrugged, head jerking across the room. "Why don't you ask Aitana?"

In sync, everyone turned to look at Aitana, who shrunk a little under the weight of all the stares.

"Aitana?" Keira asked," What's going on?"

"Well...I...I may have gotten married?"

"To the princess?!"

"Yes..."

"You got married? To the princess?"

"Keira, I just said that."

Keira slumped into her cubby, mouth hanging open. "Sorry, I just can't believe it. I mean...Wait, does this mean you're a princess now too?"

That was what set everyone else off, all the way from the changing onto the pitch.

The suited men were practically everywhere, stern looking, muscular men with earpieces in and eyes that pierced the soul.

"Are they going to be here the entire time?" Keira asked, head swivelling to count all of them.

"Not everyone," Aitana replied," Apparently they'll all be here for the first week, setting up perimeters and checking security and then it should go down."

"Should being the key word," You voice behind everyone caused a few people to shriek in shock, another two people jumping out of their skin.

For someone that travelled with so much security, you tended to appear out of nowhere.

"But these guys can be a little overkill sometimes. You should have seen them checking out our new place. They kept us in the car for nearly three hours. I nearly got heatstroke."

"We wouldn't have let that happen, Ma'am," The tallest, most muscular looking of the assembled security said.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

Aitana let out a huff of amusement. "I thought you were in meetings today."

"They ended. I wanted to see you."

"You saw me a few hours ago."

You pouted. "What? I can't miss my wife now?"

"You're very clingy," Aitana said even as she moved into your arms, pulling your arms over her shoulders and resting her head on your chest.

"Yes, I know. It's my most appealing attribute."

"She's the clingy one?" Keira muttered as Aitana adjusted your arms so they drew her closer.

"They're just as bad as each other," Pina said back," How long until this marriage thing blows up? I thought royal weddings were meant to be massive."

"It was an elopement," You said, mouth curving into a grin when Pina and Keira realised you could hear their mutterings," But I'm sure there'll be an official announcement. I think my father is thinking 'small and intimate' for it. Something like 'done with close friends and family'." You shrugged. "You know, something official sounding rather than..."

"Rather than random beach in Greece."

"Greece?" Pina asked," Sounds romantic."

"So romantic," You told her earnestly," Especially when Aitana did this thing with her-"

Your wife's hand clamped over your mouth and you fell silent.

"Random beach in Greece?" Keira said, looking straight at Aitana with a raised brow.

Aitana's face turned red. "It was very romantic."

[batneko]

Here's an idea I originally planned to write as another Bowuigi scenario post, but I decided to turn it into a ficlet because it would be too short. Now it's about 2000 words, lol.

It had been clear from the beginning that something as simple as a "Science Expo" wouldn't be simple at all in the Mushroom Kingdom. Luigi had been braced for disaster from the moment he heard about it, and Bowser's attack almost came as a relief.

No, his mistake had been un-bracing after Bowser was captured and locked in a cage one of the scientists had invented.

Sure, it looked sturdy. Sure, the scientist assured Princess Peach that the cage was completely indestructible. Sure, the only key had been moved from the display table to a security toad's neck after Bowser gave up on trying to bend the bars and started sneakily (as sneaky as anybody his size could be) reaching for it instead.

None of that was the problem. The problem turned out to be another experiment all the way on the other side of the hall that collapsed and caught on fire. That toad scientist said he wasn't even sure how it caught on fire - there weren't any flammable components! About half a second before the blaze spread to the next table, which happened to be full of chemicals, and turned into a giant green fireball.

"Okay, everybody out!" Peach exclaimed, calmly but firmly. "Evacuate the building. Walk, don't run!"

People tended to listen when the princess talked - Luigi supposed that was a skill you had to pick up when you ruled a country. But the fire was pretty eye-catching, and panic set in before he and Mario could start working on crowd control. There was screaming, running (what did Peach just say?), scientists attempting to pack up their exhibits, and for some reason several people tried to head for the same exits that the fire was creeping toward.

"Doesn't this place have sprinklers?" he heard Mario ask.

"I thought so," Peach said. "I don't know why they're not-"

An alarm started to blare, and then they all felt the sudden downpour of the sprinkler system. There was a mass exhale, relief settling in, calming the crowd.

And then something new exploded into flames.

"My elemental sodium!" a toad exclaimed.

Memories of 8th grade chemistry flashing through his mind, Luigi clenched his teeth and got back to guiding the evacuation. There was nothing he wanted more than to head for the exits himself right now, especially with the added discomfort of water dripping off his hat onto his nose, but a hero had responsibilities - and besides, he was the second tallest person in the room.

It only took a few minutes, nobody exactly wanted to stay, and then Luigi was safely outside and wringing water out of his hat. A disaster, but one in which no one got hurt. About the best he could have asked for.

The security toads were doing their jobs now, keeping the crowd away from the merrily burning building. The one with the key around his neck was explaining to a very distraught toad that if the fire didn’t ruin his cardboard model of a bathysphere, the water would. Which was probably ironic in some way.

Wait a minute.

Luigi lunged forward and grabbed the toad’s arm, startling both of them with how fast he’d moved. “Did you let Bowser out?” he asked.

The toad took a second to register what he’d said, glancing down at the giant key as long as his chest. “Oh! Uh, no. I didn’t think-”

“Give that to me.”

The toad obliged, struggling to get the chan over his head until he managed to pop the clasp in the back. Key in hand, Luigi took a step toward the building… and stopped. He looked back over the milling crowd, at Peach’s head of blonde hair. She was the only one tall enough to see, but Mario was rarely far from her. He could find him, ask him to…

No, there was no time. Gritting his teeth, Luigi ran back toward the expo hall to the sounds of several panicked shouts.

The heat was like walking into a wall. Since the fire started on the opposite end from Bowser’s cage, Luigi didn’t have to worry about actually dodging flames, but he could feel the heat and the smoke getting into his lungs. Pulling his shirt up over his nose and trying not to cough, Luigi made his way to the corner he’d been trying to avoid before.

Bowser was still sitting there, arms folded, scowling. He was looking at the floor when Luigi ran up, and Luigi tried to focus on getting the key into the lock with wet gloves on as an excuse to not meet his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Bowser asked.

“Getting you out of here,” Luigi said. Luckily the lock opened smoothly, and Luigi threw the door open so hard it clanged against the bars. "Come on."

The cage was too small for him, Bowser had to duck to get out the door, and as he straightened up to his full height for a second it felt like he was blocking out the sun. Luigi was very, very aware of the difference in their sizes.

He swallowed, forced himself to say, "This way," and tried to ignore the way it came out as a squeak.

"You're an idiot," Bowser said.

Luigi hadn't exactly been expecting to be thanked, but the insult didn't seem necessary. Just because they almost forgot him didn't mean they did.

But arguing would waste time, and the fire was still creeping along the walls where the sprinklers didn't reach. He adjusted his shirt again and turned toward the door he'd come in through, still open and still safe.

He hadn't taken two steps before a wooden beam crashed down in front of him. Luigi yelped and jumped backwards, hiding behind the first large object he saw - which turned out to be Bowser.

"Uh… sorry."

Bowser just shook his head.

There was more crashing, and the crackle of flames was a lot closer than Luigi liked. Had it spread to the ceiling already? If the walls weren't safe and the open spaces weren't safe, what were they going to do?

If anybody had remembered to let Bowser out in the first place they wouldn't be in this mess. Unfortunately, Luigi counted as "anybody," meaning this was as much his fault as anyone else.

"I'm sorry," Luigi said again. "Let's just make a run for it."

Bowser reached behind him and grabbed the back of his overalls, hoisting him into the air like a toy in a claw machine. Luigi heard himself squeak, then he was thrown back into the cage Bowser just left.

The door clanged shut, and Luigi’s heart sunk into his shoes. He was locked up. Just like Bowser had been, behind bars in a burning building, soon to be abandoned. Okay, they’d forgotten him, but did it really deserve this? Did Luigi really deserve to die over it?

He saw Bowser bend over next to the cage, grip the bars with one hand, and then he picked the whole thing up off the platform. Luigi toppled over onto the side, then back again as Bowser balanced the cage on his shoulder. What was he doing?

They turned back and forth. Luigi could see the fire creeping toward all the doors now. If they ran, and rolled as soon as they got outside - but the ceiling was still falling in too.

Bowser turned completely around, facing the back wall now. There was a small door near the middle, but the rest of it was nothing but windows. There was no safe path unless…

“No,” Luigi said, softly.

Bowser chuckled, and charged straight ahead.

For a few horrible seconds Luigi was aware of nothing but the smoke-filled air rushing past him as the wall got closer and closer. Glass shattered around them as Bowser kicked out a window and leapt through the frame, cage and all.

Bumping, rolling, and finally stillness. Luigi took a deep breath of still-smoky but much cooler air. He was tempted to scream. It wouldn’t accomplish much at this point, but it would make him feel better.

He yelped, at least, as the cage was picked up again. The door popped open and the box turned, and Luigi was shaken out onto the ground like the last penny in a piggy bank.

“Ow,” Luigi said.

“Wimp,” Bowser said. But his tone was light, and when Luigi looked up he saw him smiling.

He chucked the cage back over his shoulder, where it landed on the ground with a heavy thud and a gouge driven into the dirt. After a moment’s consideration Bowser threw the key in the same general direction, then turned back toward the expo hall, folding his arms and watching it slowly burn.

“This science expo thing’s more fun than I thought,” he said. “Maybe I’ll have one.”

Abruptly, he leaned over Luigi, really blocking out the sun this time. They were all alone out here, Luigi realized. Everyone else had evacuated out the other side of the building. If Bowser wanted to do anything to him, there was nobody to stop it.

But… he wasn't. And he hadn't. Right now he was just staring at Luigi with something like confusion on his face.

"You break anything?" Bowser said.

"No…" Luigi said. He'd been thrown around a lot, but he was used to that now. He probably wouldn't even bruise.

Carefully, Luigi climbed to his feet and brushed off any bits of broken glass or charred wood that had stuck to his clothes. Bowser quickly scrubbed a hand through his hair to do the same.

"Grazie- I mean, thank you for getting us both out," Luigi said.

Bowser rolled his eyes. "Don't do that. It's gross."

"What, thank you?"

"Ugh," Bowser said, so that must have been it.

Was that not what he'd been waiting for, then? Why did he keep looking at Luigi like that?

"Did you have to throw me in the cage, though?" Luigi asked.

Bowser shrugged. "That Poindexter said it was indestructible. You're not fireproof or roofproof, so I figured it'd help. Or whatever." He frowned, slightly. "Roof-proof. Roof, proof. That's a hard one."

While Bowser seemed interested in the pronunciation of the word he'd just invented, the specifics of what he'd said were sinking in for Luigi.

"You… are fireproof," Luigi said slowly.

"Ye-up," Bowser said.

"And roofproof?"

"Dunno about that one, but I've survived bigger buildings than this falling on me."

"And the cage is indestructible."

"Yyyyup."

Luigi buried his face in his hands. "I didn't need to go back for you at all, did I?"

"Nope," Bowser said, almost cheerfully.

"I'm an idiot."

"I told you you were."

Luigi groaned.

He ignored the guffaw of laughter next to him, and the massive hand that slapped his back. It was only when Bowser muttered something that Luigi forced himself to look up again.

It had sounded like, "Not like I don't appreciate it."

"What?" Luigi said.

"Nothing, shut up."

"I didn't-"

"Shut up," Bowser repeated firmly, and turned away from him to watch the burning building once again. One of the windows collapsed inward, and Bowser pumped his fist and gave an only slightly forced cheer. "Whoo! Good one."

For a while they both stood there, Luigi regaining his breath, Bowser apparently entertained by destruction. Bowser had said not to thank him, had told him to shut up, but Luigi had this feeling like… he was more bark than bite right now.

“Welp, I’m out of here,” Bowser said after a moment. “Much as I’d like to stay and watch the fire work, I’m not letting anybody lock me up again.” He gave a low growl. “Had enough of that for a lifetime.”

“Ah… take care getting home.”

Bowser gave him another odd look. “I don’t get you.”

“Don’t you?”

“I didn’t need saving. I don’t need your niceties.”

“It’s not for you,” Luigi said, “it’s for me. I’m doing - and saying - these things because I’d feel wrong if I didn’t.”

Bowser shook his head. “Like I said, I don’t get you.” He took a step in the direction his airship had gone when the crew abandoned him. “But uh… grazie, or whatever.”

Luigi blinked. “Prego,” he said, automatically, but Bowser had already started moving.

He stood there, alone, watching Bowser leave with nothing but the crackling of the fire to accompany the thoughts swirling in his head. Did Bowser know he’d just thanked him? He must, right? Luigi had said it right afterward.

Come to think of it, he’d have expected Bowser to be offended that Luigi thought he needed rescuing. But he wasn’t. He returned the favor, thanked Luigi, and walked away without causing any more trouble.

Was Luigi losing his mind? Was this smoke inhalation?

“Luigi!” he heard his brother cry out, and turned around to see Mario running at full-tilt across the grass. He braced himself just in time for Mario to grab him in a bone-crushing hug. 

He knew he’d done the right thing, and he knew Mario would agree once he heard the story, but he still felt a little silly that he’d rushed into danger for the sake of someone who was danger-proof.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Luigi said. He glanced back over his shoulder, even though he knew Bowser was long gone.

Maybe that was it. Maybe so many people knew Bowser didn’t need rescuing that no one ever did it.

Maybe… Bowser had liked having a hero, for once.

[revivemyreverie]

Chapter 13

Cane chokes in disbelief. 

Cane: B-but dad, you said you were going to stop the park festivities the moment we walked in-

Mayor Kappel: I did that so you wouldn’t complain as we walked here. Now let this old man enjoy some fun, and go do something on your own. 

Mayor Kappel: Now, as for the fine gentleman who invited me, Mr. Peterson, this is quite the event you’ve set up. 

Pat: Don’t hand me the credit, give it to the kid sewing this kite, and the one you said was carrying some old junk a few nights ago. 

Mayor Kappel: …I guess I should apologize to that child. After all, it looks like he’s made good use of that old merry-go-round. 

Pat: And the mini coaster too, I hope. He made that thing in under 3 days. 

Mayor Kappel: Did he now? Well, I might have to hire him as an architect when he’s older. He’d be a much better employee than the “designers” my nephew commissioned. 

Winston: Good luck with that. As far as I know, Zackery is going down a much more creative route. Just ask Madam Roostia about it! 

Winston: Actually, now that I mention it… where is she? 

Somewhere else, on the tallest building of the tiny village, a familiar matriarch stands upon the rooftop, umbrella in hand. 

?: It’s been a while since I’ve done this. But then again, no park get-together is perfect without the right weather! 

Quickly, she lifts her umbrella towards the sky. Like a sea being slashed in two, the clouds fade as a bright and blue sky spreads throughout the town. For the park-goers, they find themselves shocked to see such a clear sky. A wind picks up, and Gale’s kite goes flying. 

Winston: Waaa! Hold on tight to that kite! 

Gale: I got it! I got it!!

Other children, some with their own kites, head out on the field themselves to play around in the new-found sun. Finally finding a sense of calmness in this world of chaos, you and Grim share a smile. This is definitely a memory you’ll find yourself looking back on with happiness. 

Lotsie: So it sounds like your trip ended pretty well!

Winston: Oh, you had to be there to see it, Lotsie! It was like the ending to one of our plays; a perfect final! 

Lotsie: Maybe next time I’ll come by, a get-together in that old town sounds like something in a dream~.

Saturn: Ooh! Take me too! I gotta make up for not being able to go to my best buddy’s hometown.

Zackery: MUAHAHAHA! Everyone shall be invited to my totally evil town! Well, if my mom agrees to house more people in the orphanage, that is. 

Saturn: I’m sure she’ll let us, as long as none of us are on the police’s radar, right Pat?

Pat: Hah, Sure. 

The group all chuckles to Pat’s bluntness, before Lotsie gets up from his seat.

Lotsie: Looks like we lost track of time~. I gotta get to bed or else I might wake up late for class. 

Pat: Lotsie, wait–

Lotsie: Yes?

Pat:... Nevermind, I just had a question about classwork, it can wait.

Lotsie: If that's what you say! Just come by my class tomorrow and I’ll help you. You got me my stuff after all!

Lotsie leaves, allowing the younger students to chatter amongst each other. Pat, however, remains quiet as he ruminates on his own experience at the town.

...

Mayor Kappel: Sorry to bring you all that trouble, young one. I didn’t realize how stubborn I’ve been about this town until now. 

Mayor Kappel: But if you are who you say who you are, and mean what you truly say, then who am I to stop you? But please, if you really know my best friend’s son… send him back home. If not for my sake, then that old house. 

Pat: …I’ll make sure to. 

Mayor Kappel: Now get going, this party doesn’t look like its moving anywhere. 

Pat sneaks out of the hangout without a complaint from his underclassmen. Traveling through the now-sunny town, the 3rd year is surprised at how quickly he could find the house now. That, and how dilapidated it was.  Stepping onto the creaking patio, Pat inserted Lotsie’s key into the rusted handle. With a click, the door opens, revealing an even sadder image inside the house. Sheets laid upon several pieces of furniture, and items not covered were caked in a thick layer of dust. 

Pat: Jeez… if the sun didn’t come out today, I probably wouldn’t be able to find my way around this place…

As instructed by Lotsie’s request, Pat walked up to the second level of the house, past the hallway and into the last door: Lotsie’s room. Opening it revealed a mess worse than the house itself. Clothes and papers are thrown around the room, as if its owner was in a rush.  Despite his bravery beginning to waver, Pat pushed onwards towards the bed. Looking under, he pulled out the thing he left school for; the thing his best friend so dearly needed: A simple, metal pocket watch.  Looking over it, Pat noticed an odd engraving on its backing. Before further investigating, however, Pat’s eye caught the corner of a photo beneath the bed. Curiosity winning him over, the 3rd year plucked the picture from its place. 

Pat: …!

Shocked by the image, Pat quickly put the item back, before leaving the house, watch in hand.  Back at the dorm, as the first years chatted amongst each-other, Pat became lost in thought. 

Pat: Of course, I could just play it down to it being his father and them bearing similar appearances, or him getting his father’s hat as a keepsake, but it still makes no sense that the picture dated from almost 50 years ago.

Pat: Just… Why did the boy in the picture look like Lotsie..?

END

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 35 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Calvin Frey

They were keeping something from me... again.

The meeting with the Alphas ended later than expected and had pushed back dinner.

The regular buzz of conversations was not there.

An eerie quiet had fallen over the ballroom-turned-dining hall once the Surez Alpha entered with the three council members following.

I am not sure what I expected but it was not the average-looking wolves.

Only one of them stood out but that was because the hulking male was easily the tallest in the room and stacked with muscles.

They had all joined the Surez Alpha at his table, where his brother and Tatum were already seated.

My eyes kept going back to the table, noting Nathan's absence.

I scanned the rest of the room to make sure he was not anywhere else but I could not find him.

Robby had Torin's seat pulled close to his own, his arm resting across the back of my brother's chair.

They kept giving each other looks and not the kind that made me feel sick but secretive ones.

Torin caught me staring before taking a bite of food.

"Malore Surez," Robby said, nodding his chin towards the male.

I turned to look at him again, seeing how he kept a hand on the back of Tatum's neck while he spoke with the Alphas at the table, as if he were a pup putting his claim on a new toy.

A weak, insecure, pup dressed up in a fancy suit.

I cleared my throat to end the low, deep throat growl.

"He sent his Omega to come sniffing around mine," Robby said, his eyes darkened.

"He gave me this," Torin said, sliding a card across the table towards me.

I looked at the green plastic room key, the room number written across it in black marker.

"I think he wants us to help Nathan."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my words ending with a growl as I snatched up the card.

Robby stopped himself from growling in return.

"We think that he could be in trouble."

I did not need him to say anything else.

I was out of my chair before he finished the sentence.

Neither of them stopped me as I rushed out of the ballroom, not noticing the looks others gave me.

I should have known something was wrong earlier.

I had felt it, an annoying feeling that kept me on edge since I woke up.

It was stupid of me to push it aside, to ignore it, to think it was just what everyone else was feeling with the council's arrival.

He could be hurt.

What had that bitch done to him?

A hand grabbed my arm to stop me and I spun around with a growl.

The small blond female stumbled back in fear, a blond Alpha I had never seen before moving to stand protectively in front of the Omega.

"Something's wrong, isn't it?" the Omega asked, moving from behind who I could guess by the resemblance to be her son.

The older Omega looked up at me, familiar blue eyes wide.

"Where is Nathan? Tatum wouldn't be without him. They've always stayed close to each other."

"I'm trying to figure that out," I grit out, my gums aching.

I proceeded down the hall to the elevator, my finger pressing the button before it beeped and opened.

It did not surprise me when the twins' mother got on with me, her Alpha son silently following.

The ride up felt too long in my impatience.

My skin crawled as I fought off the forced shift from my wolf.

The animal did not understand that I needed hands to get through doors.

I pushed him back, let him thrash and growl as I kept control of my body.

Before the elevator doors could fully open, I was squeezing through, my eyes jumping over the room numbers beside every door in search of the number written on the room key.

I came to an abrupt stop outside of a door as the metallic scent of blood seeped through.

I didn't check to make sure it was the right room or think to use the key to open the door.

My shoulder slammed against it, the wooden trim around the door splintering as the door flew open.

I stormed in, my eyes frantically scanning the empty front room.

The crying Omega ran past me, going further into the apartment and opening the door to the bedroom.

The scent of blood poured out, souring the air, the smell of peaches mixed with it like decaying fruit.

I froze at the sound of the Omega's wail.

"No, no, no," the omega sobbed.

"Pup, what did you do?"

The blond Alpha had followed the Omega but walked back out of the room, his hands on his head in distress, tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Momma," Nathan's voice had my feet moving again.

He wasn't in the bedroom, the bed was still made.

"He... he needs a doctor," the omega shouted, my head snapping in the direction of his voice.

They were in the walk-in closet.

My heart pounded against my chest painfully, too scared to look.

I had to get a doctor.

"I'll go," the blond Alpha rushed out of the room and I had no choice but to flick on the closet's lights.

Nathan was propped up against the wall, his face as white as a ghost.

His large eyes met mine, dry of any tears.

His shaking hands were covered in blood where they lay beside him.

I could not see the wound.

The older Omega was holding a shirt over it, blood quickly soaking it.

Not good.

This was not good.

I stayed back, knowing the Omega would not want me to touch him.

"I had to," Nathan whispered.

His dull eyes moved between me and his mother.

"I had to," he repeated.

[thatyamiguy-blog]

Diaper baby Rika (Digimon)

Believe it or not, Being the digimon queen had it's up and downs and after awhile the downs would really become a royal pain in the butt. Such was the case for Rika who while smashing it at all the local tournaments and even having just gotten back from being sent to a regional one where (Of course) she had won with ease, was getting burnt out. "Ok..that's it..I'm taking a week off, and just sleeping in my bed for at least half of it." Rika grumbled to her mother as her and her grandmother came back. "Heh, cute thought but I don't think so, you got a invite from a very classy sleepover camp!" He mom said, holding up a envelope that of course had been opened and the letter inside was sticking out. "Sheesh, thanks for respecting my privacy and not opening my mail mom." Rika snarked and then looked at the name on the envelope. "The Creche? I've never heard of them.." "well they're newish but I heard from other mothers that ONLY the best and brightest get invited.. I don't quite understand why they picked that name but still..I think it's something you should do!" Her mother said, almost squealing in delight at the thought that -her- daughter was invited. "Doesn't that mean day nursery or something like that?" Grandma spoke up. "Yeah ok, I'm not going to a summer camp if I'm gonna be changing diapers. It's bad enough I had to put up with goggle head before." Rika said, though she was scanning over the letter. 'blah blah blah your so talented..blah blah blah think others can learn from you..blah blah blah directions..' Rika mentally read, skipping over most of it when it was just the normal bull. "Well -I- think you should go." Her mother huffed and sniffled, turning away from her and crossing her arms. "..This is gonna be one of those things where I say no and you act like a huffy toddler till I agree isn't it?" Rika groaned. "I don't know..IS it?" Her mother huffed. "..Grandma I think mom needs a bum check." Rika said, getting a snort from the old lady as her mother's cheeks redden. "I'm going and getting a shower in and then I'll go and check it out, don't get your huggies in a knot." Rika said and leave her mother sputtering in anger and shock. ..something that wasn't helped when her own mother did actually come over and tug the back of her pants open.

Freshly cleaned up and having gotten some food in her belly, Rika followed the directions for her 'transport' whatever that meant to this stupid camp, having a key that came with the letter to open a door. 'Ok..going into a dark ally all by myself..times like this I miss having Renamon around.' She thought with a nervous gulp, spotting the door with the address above it.'...Yeah this isn't sketchy as heck at all..in for a penny in for a pound though.' Sliding the key into the lock and opening the door, All Rika could see was waiting room of sorts, normal wood flooring and a light yellow paint on the walls and some chairs to sit in. Shrugging she walked in, the door shutting itself behind her though she just figured it was one of those automatic ones. The room was kinda boring and she wasn't sure if she should just walk though the next door, which had a sign that said "Daily Boarder" on it or just wait. Never having been the patient type she gave it all of maybe 3 minutes, not bothering to sit down before she lost her cool and just went though the door. coming out and the door shutting itself behind her again, Rika was in a hallway of some kinda of a wooden cabin, a interesting choice to go with in the middle of Tokyo but hey, who was she to judge? "Hey, anyone here? you guys kinda invited ME! Could at least show up!" She called out, getting annoyed and then noticing how far up the boarder on the floor seemed to go up and then took in just how MASSIVE the hallway was. the window's were set up higher then she could look out of them, even as she went on her tippy toes and something was coming off as a red flag in her head. 'Ok..I KNOW I'm not the tallest girl around but I should be able to see out a freaking window!' Rika mentally huffed, and started to jump up and down, trying to peek out and getting a glimpse of tree's, blue sky's and other cabin's outside. 'oh the frick did they mange to get something like THAT set up in the city..and how tall are these guys?' She wondered, then heard foot steps approaching and turned her attention to them, jaw dropping as she got her answer.

Rihoko had been told to expect anther DB (Daily boarder or diaper butt depending on how you wanted to look at them) and so wasn't shocked when spotted the bewildered and panicking newly shrunken big girl in the hall, having been drawn by her outburst. "Well hello there little one! I'm Rihoko and I'll be one of your caretakers during your stay with us!" She said, kneeling down and smiling. "There's no need to be scared, I promise I'm not going to hurt you, we don't even believe in spankings here. Now how about we get all those clothes off of you and get you in your new wardrobe for the summer while I explain out the rules Little one? I know you don't wanna have a accident before we get your protection on!" Rihoko added in a tone you would use with a toddler who was running around without a pull-up or clothes on...not a tone Rika was used to hearing. As all of this sunk in, Rika's mind was spinning. she had figured maybe the people were like pro wrestler size or something like that but this girl who was clearly younger then her judging by her face towered over Rika and made her feel almost doll size! "Uh-huh. Counter offer: You stay away or I'll.." Rika paused at this, trying to think of a threat she could make. of course she'd just HAD to of let Renamon have time off before she was going to be touring and though her foxy bodyguard wasn't here! 'this is what I get for being nice.. ok..think. wait..does SHE know your harmless?!' Rika thought and smirked, pulling out her D reader. "Oh, you BETTER stay back! With this and these magic cards I can-" Rika was in the middle of saying, reaching and pulling out a random one. what cut her off however was being grabbed and the D reader and her cards being removed from her with ridiculous ease. Cradled against this girls chest she felt herself being carried off, and decided while it might of been pointless to trying and fight (given how out matched she was) she had never been much the type to just lay down and take it and fussed and kicked and started to shout and scream. "PUT ME DOWN! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I FREAKING AM!?!" Rika demanded, pounding away with her fists as she was pressed to a shoulder and felt her legs pinned. the position was one used for carrying sleepy babies or toddlers, and add in the comment about protection Rika had a really bad feeling about where this was going. "You should know, according to the rules you should be getting a time out and earning yourself extra time in your next stinky diaper." Rihoko said, the girls fists clearly didn't hurt. "But I'm in a good mode and just so excited to finally be getting anther DB to look after! Kari, my partner, mostly looks after the other Diaper baby!" she said with clear joy in her voice. "NOT A DIAPER BABY!" Rika yelled and whined, pushing herself up so it was right in Rihoko's ear. "Your..going to be a loud one aren't you?" Rihoko asked with a slight look of annoyance on her face. "COUNT ON IT AND THERE ISN'T A SINGLE FLIPPING THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" Rika said, smirking big time now having found a win (Of sorts) and following up with blowing a big raspberry and getting spittle on Rihoko. "Oh, I wouldn't count on that.." Rihoko said switching back to a happy look as she wiped the spittle away. the phase and the smile on the bigger girls face almost made Rika wish she had protection on, and almost as if the semi giant was a mind reader she stopped. "You know, I've seen that look on other DB's faces before, right before making a puddle. add in I think you need a bit of help adjusting and the sooner we get you diapered the better.." She said, Keeling down now and setting Rika on the floor and pinning her there with one hand, and pulling out a thick white diaper that was just the right size to fit Rika. "We'll just go ahead and get this on your NOW." Of course Rika had known the diaper was coming, how couldn't she of? but it wasn't til she saw the infantile garment and knew it was meant for her that it fully sunk in and she thrashed and squished, fighting with everything she had and screaming at the top of her lungs. "your gonna be a mittens and booties DB huh? such a little fighter~" Rihoko chuckled even as she winced from just how loud Rika was being. "Ok, time for you to settle down and give it up already. if you'll behave I'll even let you remove your own pants, thats a HUGE privilege here." Rika paused, she had zero doubt that this brute could slide her pants and panties off with ease, she was basically a doll compared to her.She wasn't dumb, she knew she had zero chance of winning ANY sort of fight and the idea of earning privileges and making trying to sow she could behave and only have to wear one stupid diaper seemed feasible enough to her. However while that would of been the smart appouch to this, the smart half d Rika's brain wasn't really behind the drivers wheel right now, or even ridding shot gun. It was locked in the trunk. as such.. "UP YOUR BUTT WITH A COCONUT!" She cried out and grabbed the waist of her jeans. "Classy." Rihoko said, rolling her eyes. with all the difficulty it would take to move a dolls arms out of the way (Read:none) Rihoko undid the Jeans and slide them down, only pausing when she realized she had forgotten to remove the DB's sneakers, a issue that didn't take long to solve but Rika used the chance to try and run even if her Renamon panties were on display. She didn't get far as she kept looking back and ended up running into the legs of Kari in all her season one glory and still towering over Rika. "Oh..nerts.." Rika whined, having fallen back on her butt. "Having trouble huh? I can hear her all the way from the nursery." Kari said, looking down and putting one hand on a hip, and the other was wagging a finger, she had a pack just like Rihoko did for carrying around supplies/confiscating things. You know you're making it hard for other DB's to get any sleep around here little lady." "Geee I feel just SO bad about that." Kari said, looking both at Rika and at Rihoko who had honestly had enough at this point, and was holding up a locking pink pacifier. Kari gave a stealthy seal of approval then scooped Rika up and carried her back over to Rihoko ignoring the smaller girls struggles. Turned and facing Rihoko Rika got to see the paci gag waiting for her and shook her head and tried to cover her mouth, but atlas, the squirmy efforts of one DB was no match for two caretakers. Arms moved the paci gag was quickly locked into place and Rika's Renamon panties were tugged off and replaced by the thick bulky diaper. "Ah, blessed silence." Rihoko chuckled, scooping up the pampered and paci gagged teen, even as Rika glared daggers at her. "Come on little lady, let's go show you where you'll be staying all summer."

carried like the baby she was dressed like, Rika could only fume and huff, taking in the signs on the walls they passed as they made there way down stairs that at her current size would of been WAY too hard for her to climb up. 'not hard to figure out why they'd be set up like this.' Rika fumed. the DB nursery (as the colorful signs labeled it) was massive and made Rika feel even more like a baby or doll. a changing table fully stocked, a dresser and cribs and lots of toys..and a locked chest that had a sign on it saying 'NO DB'S!' It was the chest that Kari went over to,taking out a key and opening it then putting all of Rika's big girl stuff save for her t-shirt away in it then locking it tight, while Rihoko sat Rika down on the changing table and pulled out some booties and mittens, living up to her promise she'd made in the hall. "I can see you eyeing the chest little one. don't even think about it, you'll be in a world of trouble if you try and get in there." Rihoko said, then chuckled. "Though somehow I wouldn't be shocked if you did end up going for it. your gonna the little handful I can tell." "Yeah, I think she's gonna be the camp grump this year for sure." Kari said, coming over and tickling Rika's tummy as the poor teen squirmed and wiggled. "Listen, I gotta go check in, TK is suppose to be coming in today and he needs a crash course on caring for DB's, you gonna be ok with both the girls for awhile?" "I think I'll manage, somehow." Rihoko giggled and winked, picking Rika up and carrying her over to a play area. 'Girls? oh yeah, they said someone else was here..' Rika thought to herself, and spotted anther teen wearing a blue helmet but in a yellow frilly top and of course a massive diaper just like Rika, playing with some blocks, blushing slightly. "Sora, this is Rika. Rika this is Sora. think you two can play nice?" Rihoko asked, setting Rika down on her padded rump. "H-Hi Rika." Sora said, putting her blocks down and crawling over to Rika, holding out a hand then  noticing the mittens and pulling it back sheepishly. Nice to meet you." Rika huffed and mumbled behind her paci gag and crossed her arms. "Don't take it personal Sora, she's just grumpy..I bet a drink would help with her mood. you two be good, I'll be right back." Rihoko said, getting up and walking away. Rika watched the giant walk off and then looked over at the door, but it Sora grabbed her arm and shook her head. "Don't do it, you'll never make it out the door, and even if you did, what then?" She advised. Rika had to admit that Sora had a point, she already had figured out the stairs would be impossible. "Just relax and play with the toys and stuff, the more you play along and humor them, the better it is. Trust me, I've been here for a week." Sora said, and held up a stuffie for Rika to play with. Rika knew there was sound logic in that, and that well fighting back sure hadn't done anything for her so far. Still she couldn't bring herself to just give in totally and while she stayed where she was, she shook her head and turned down the stuffie. "Oook, Mr. bear will be right there if you change your mind." Sora said, shrugging and setting the stuffie down then crawling back over to her blocks with her huge padded rear waving back and forth. Rihoko came back over with a baby bottle that was almost as big as Rika herself, filled with milk it looked like and squatted down and sit the bottle down. "Now, I'm gonna take your paci out..But remember that it'll be close by and I have zero issues putting it back in if I have to. I'm going to be nice and let you feed yourself but again..That is a privilege that can be resided." Rihoko said, taking out the key for the lock and slowly pulling the paci out of Rika's mouth. Rika had a few choice words that she wanted to say but she was thirsty enough to know she should get a drink first before mouthing off. Still, the fact she was gonna have to drink from this stupid oversized baby bottle was humiliating and also.. "Uh..How exactly do I.." she asked, looking at it. "heh, lay on your back and I'll give it to you, you can just roll it off when your done." Rihoko giggled. Without a better solution at hand that what Rika ended up doing, the weight of the bottle wasn't as bad as she thought and the milk was tasty..but there was a slight flaw: the hole in the nipple was a little bit too big and Rika found herself chugging down way more milk then she wanted to before she could get it pushed up. she had only meant to have enough to quench her thirst since she planned on keeping her diapers dry and clean, at least as long as possible. "oh wow, someone was thirsty!" Rihoko said, smiling. "I almost fricking drowned!" Rika whined, having a milk beard going on from where it had spilled out the sides of her mouth. "Oh your just exaggerating." Rihoko chuckled and patted Rika's back. to Sora's and hers amusement and Rika's embarrassment, this made the digi queen let out a loud belch.  

After that the pair were left alone for the most part, save being moved over to a playpen area after awhile with Rihoko explaining that while she trusted them (though it was more directed at Sora then Rika) they had a third girl coming into visit and she was a bit smaller and they were worried about her safety. after giving a lecture on not bullying the girl just because she would be smaller (which Rika mostly tuned out as she started to feel a slight build up on her bladder) sighing, Rihoko just got a promise from the girls to behave. When May was brought in, in the arms of TK Rika couldn't help but smirk. when she'd heard it was going to be a smaller girl she had assumed that just meant younger, but while she little to be a good foot or so smaller, maybe more, she was clearly older then Rika! the Pokemon trainer was mortified and whined, whimpering over and over again and asked to stay with TK, getting d'aww's from Rihoko and Kari who had come in with TK, and who was carrying a mobile baby chair that was set up in the playpen for widdle May and she was snugly put in. "well, aren't YOU just adorable~" Rika said, waddling over and lording it over the smaller girl in what seemed to be a even thicker diaper that she at least could walk. "Rika.." Sora started, glancing nervously over at the caretakers who were busy talking, but would be sure to look back if May started to cry. "whattt I can't tell the helpless BABY just how cute she looks?" Rika said, feigning innocence. "Y-You know your in a diaper too." May huffed and whined squirming in her seat and her tiny legs barely able to hit the floor so she could try and move herself away from Rika. Rika reached out with a hand to snatch at the seat, ready to be a total rhymes with witch but had apparently forgotten about the fact that her hands were currently still trapped in the mittens.  as such, not only did she fail to get a good grip but as May pulled away Rika did a face plant on the soft floor, ending up face down butt up...and Making May giggle and clap. "again again!" She coo'ed, getting the attention of the caretakers. "Heh, what's going on? TK asked. "oh uh, Rika noticed how scared May looked and decided to put on a little show for her, to make her feel better!" Sora said, lying though her teeth and Kari and Rihoko clearly didn't seem to buy it. "Really? well don't let us stop you..go on Rika.." Kari said. Knowing she might be in trouble if she didn't play along, Rika gave a nervous look and then went to get up and did a over the top prat fall onto her pampered rear, and trying to think of something to say, thought like Henry's sister. "Oh poopies! da silly baby fell on her butt!" she said, red faced as she got laughed at..but at least the stupid gag didn't end up in her mouth.

after a few more trips and falls, the babies settled into playing with toys and the like. Sora was building a castle for some dollies to live in, Rika was playing out a digimon battle with some stuffies and May..well stuck in her chair she battle and toyed with the build in entertainment that was there. everything was fine and dandy till a really bad smell started to fill the playpen, making Rika cover her nose with a hand. "Yuck! who farted!" The digimon queen asked, as the other two girls went silent and blushed, squirming. the smell wasn't unnoticed by the caretaker's for long and all three came over to give out bum checks. "Anyone wanna fess up ahead of time?" Kari asked, though as she moved towards May it was clear she had a idea who needed a change the most. "It's not me! I'm not gonna..wait someone crapped themselves?!?" Rika asked, going from grossed out to laughing so hard she fell down on her knees. "it's not funny Rika!" Sora huffed, even as she let someone she had once helped hide he'd wet the bed check her own diaper and confirm she was soggy. May's diaper drooped down big time despite the red diaper shirt she was wearing as she was picked up out of her seat and Rika was still laughing till Rihoko was patting her butt then cheeking Rika's leg guards. "H-Hey! what do you think your doing!?!" She cried out, blushing and feeling violated. "Seeing if you need a diapie change. that WAS a lot of milk you drank after all." The bigger girl said with a smile. "For the last time, I'm NOT going to use the stupid diapers! I'm potty trained!" Rika growled. "Hmmm, all clean..for now. and Rika, how exactly do you think you're gonna use a potty meant for people OUR size when your THAT small without falling in?" "..Oh Poopie."

a series of diaper changes later and then more play time till May had to go back to her own nursery, she was getting cranky and whinny and it turned out she was  on a stricter schedule then Sora and Rika were, it being her nap time. the door to the playpen was opened but for the most part the two girls stayed in there, Sora had a nice castle going and Rika had gotten boarded enough to ask if she wanted to combine their games, her digimon stuffies storming the castle. well, bored enough and she was trying to keep her mind off of the fact that she really had to pee. More then once while they were playing Sora would try and convince Rika to just let it go, it was a battle she was gonna lose anyways but Rika refused to give up her pride. "Your gonna be a real barrel of laughs the first time you have to go poopie aren't you?" Sora asked, and Rika, huffing, declared that their game was over and knocked down Sora's castle. this had Sora crying out to the caretakers and got Rika half a hour on time out, with her butt on the naughty stool and nose in the corner while Sora got a cookie.

Soon enough it was time for a light meal before bed, chicken fingers and fries for the caretakers, and home made baby food for the DB'S. Rika who had never been all that found of carrots before all of this found them to be even less enjoyable blended into a mush and being spoon fed to her by Rihoko. "Here comes the air plane, open widddde~" 'if I hear that one more time I'm gonna bite her hand.' Rika huffed, opening her mouth and swallowing the mush as she WAS hungry. 'then again if I got a time out for just knocking over a castle..' Her bladder was screaming as she was prepared for bed, Rihoko taking out her hair braid and letting her hair come down. "They didn't finishing making your nightie yet, so I'll let you wear it to bed." Rihoko said, tickling Rika's diaper and finding it clean and dry. "Unless you wanna go to bed in just your diaper." "NO!" Rika yelped, blushing and covering her chest. "No one is looking at the girls!" "Heh, your choice. Rika..I've noticed that you haven't used your diaper yet and I can tell you really need too. you should go now before I tuck you into bed for the night, I won't be doing a diaper check till around midnight." Rihoko said. "But..but..that's like.." Rika stammered, looking out the window and seeing it was still semi light out. "Not for 6 hours. if you just be a good girl and wet now, I'll get you in a clean and dry diaper for beddy byes." Rihoko said with a smile. It was a fair offer, and one that Rika should really take, but no one was really shocked when instead of doing the smart thing..well.. "Up your butt with a coconut!" She cried out, getting a eye role. "Have it your way." Rihoko said and picked up the tiny brat and carried her over to the crib that looked like triple sized bed to little Rika, she didn't come close to filling it out. Laid on her back and with a pillow under her head and a blanket tucked up to her chin, the digimon queen looked up and huffed, her paci gag was on the mobile over her head. "I don't think I need to spell it out what will happen if you just try and fuss all night?" Rihoko asked and winked. "..I get the message."

It had actually turned out to be easier then Rika would of assumed to fall asleep, even with the big baby monitor in the crib with her it was far enough away that she didn't have to worry about it falling over and bonking her brains out. sure she squirmed this way and that, because of her full bladder but she managed to drift off to a water filled dream where she was a pirate queen with a tiny Renamon on her shoulder instead of a parrot. of course with the sounds of the ocean all around her, and the main weapons being used in her dream being water guns, it wasn't a shock when 30 minutes into her dream, Rika's bladder gave way and she soaked the front of her diapers, letting out a big sign of relief in her sleep and sucking on her thumb..having lasted more then 15 hours which was no small feat. too bad she wouldn't see it that way when she'd be woken up.

Making sure to just a dim flash, Rihoko softly made her way into the nursery to check on the babies just after midnight, doing a sniff first and happy not to smell a stinky diaper, since messy changes were always tricky in the semi dark. Making her way over to Sora first and gently moving the blanket off of her, she smiled as the teenager was hugging a stuffie and drooling lots, babbling away softly to someone named tai and planting the bear with a smooch. 'Aww~ someone has a little crush!' she thought with a chuckle and then confirmed that Sora while damp, was far from leaking and so tugged the blanket back up and left the DB to dream about her boyfriend. Making her way over to Rika, she wasn't shocked as she tugged back the covers and saw how blorted and soaked the little teen's diaper was, and was glad she hadn't put off the diaper check a few minutes longer, she was gonna spring a leak any second now! Before she could move to pick up Rika and hopefully get the change down while the brat was asleep the digimon queen's eyes fluttered open. "what do YOU want?" she asked in a cranky voice, clearly she wasn't going to be a morning person. "I'm doing the diaper check, and you need  a change." Rihoko said, and shone the light down on Rika's diaper, even as the DB went to argue. "I told you, I'm not going to..to..." She trailed off as she looked down at the totally soaked diaper between her legs and in a state of disbelief, poked the front. "I..I.." she whimpered and her bottom lip started to tremble. "No no no, it's ok, shhh it's gonna be al-" Rihoko tried to stop what she knew was coming. it would be pointless she knew but she HAD to make the effort. "I WET MY DIAPERS! WAHHHHHH!" Rika bawled like the big baby she was dressed like, would be dressed like for the rest of the summer. even as she bawled and got picked up, one thought flashed in her head. This was only the first day..how was she going to survive a WHOLE summer of this!?

the end..for now.

[feral-pansexual]

Daichi x Sugawara x Reader : Good Job, Baby (Part 1?)

I maybe have issues… which may be shown within this work. Thanks.

Warnings: Daddy/Mommy kinks. mentions of smut, but. Not there yet

Word Count: 0.9k

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A week.

One whole week that you were to be without your boys. Daichi and Sugawara had both been called to their highschool reunion, but you had opted to stay home alone. You were an adult, you could handle it.

Couldn’t you?

Not incredibly well, apparently. You were so close to breaking down, breaking the rules that the pair had set for you. So close to touching yourself, finding some way to relieve the ache deep within you.

 But you wouldn’t. You had promised the pair of them that you were going to be good for them, and you’d be damned if you broke that promise. Instead, you occupied yourself however you could. Throwing yourself into your work, taking cold showers to stave off the ache of not having your beloveds beside you. 

For the most part, it had worked. You were keeping your promise to Suga and Daichi, counting down the days until their return. Even though you knew they would be back soon, it hadn’t stopped you from craving the both of them ever since they had left.

Fate has funny ways of tempting people, doesn’t it?

On day seven, you took to waiting in the living room. Daichi had texted you, saying he and Suga were on their way home, and to ‘be patient for just a tiny bit longer, alright baby?’ So, you waited. 

You checked the clock. It was only 2 in the afternoon, you could take just a little nap and greet your boys when they got home.. Right? Curling up on the sofa, you laid your head down on your arms and drifted off to sleep.

You jolted awake to the sound of keys in the doorknob. Bolting upwards, you shook your head to rid it from sleepiness and glanced towards the clock.

Four thirty. 

You could hear voices on the other side of the door, Suga’s chuckling spilling into the living room as the door swung open. You blinked up at the men as they stalled, a smile crossing your face. Daichi and Suga glanced at each other momentarily before returning their gazes to you.

“Hey, baby. Did Mommy and Daddy interrupt your nap?”

You shook your head at Suga’s question. He chuckled again, moving to scoop you into his arms as Daichi shut the door.

“Aww, you sure love? You look so tired..”

“Daddy said to be patient.” you mumbled, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. “Just.. didn’t wanna be somewhere else when you got home, ‘s all. Got tired ‘f waiting and fell asleep.” You inhaled deeply, sighing as the scent of Sugawara’s cologne hit your nose. 

“You weren’t waiting out here for us all day, were you?” Daichi finally walked over to greet you as well, tilting your head out of Suga’s shoulder enough to expose your little forehead, which he pressed a gentle kiss onto. “Did you get anything done before you went to sleep?”

“Mhhm.” You nodded, leaning up into the kiss before settling your chin onto Sugawara’s shoulder. “I finished cleaning my dishes, made the bed, did some of my work online..”

Suga turned around, him now face to face with Daichi. Your back pressed into the tallest man’s chest, you could feel as he hummed quietly. “Sounds like our baby did everything they were supposed to, huh Daddy?” 

You moaned quietly, tucking your head back down. Saga and Daichi - Mommy and Daddy - using each others’ titles never failed to have this effect on you. You could feel Daichi hum against your back again, and mumbled back to him when you felt a gently hand stroking the top of your head.

“Of course they did. Our baby has always been good for us, Koushi.”

A quiet, comfortable pause filled the space before Daichi spoke again.

“Did you touch yourself while we were gone, (Y/N)?”

You lifted your head, turning as far as you could to look at him. Suga helped, shifting you in his arms and turning his own body so you could look at Daichi.

“No, Daddy. I didn’t want to break the rules.”

You watched as a gentle smile crossed Daichi’s features. He took another step forward, hand cupping your cheek before kissing you.

“Good job, baby. We’re so proud of you.. You did so much better than last time Mommy and I had to leave, huh?”

You nodded. It wasn’t hard to think back to the last time your partners had been on a trip without you.. They had left the same rules for you to follow, promising a nice reward if you didn’t break any of them. Instead, you had been punished after touching yourself. 25 spankings, no release at the end of the night.

Torture.

You had promised, both to them and yourself, that this time it would be different. And, true to your word, you had staved off any attempt your body had made to persuade you to break your promise.

“Good, baby. C’mere.”

Daichi reached out, gently plucking you from Suga’s arms to place a smattering of kisses against your cheeks. You let out a shriek, grinning as you tried to escape the attack. Sugawara laughed, coming up behind you and pressing kisses against the back of your neck. You gasped, laughing as your lovers trapped you between their kisses.

This trip had gone far better than the last, both for you and the loves of your life.

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Oh, look! Another terribly ended story! I’m planning on doing a 2nd part to this where everything gets *steamy*, so. Hang around for that IG.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Nervous Friday

“Ok, I know the address, I borrowed my brother’s car, and I’m gonna make a great first impression!” Clarence said to himself as he typed out his itinerary for the night. 

The great shift had landed the anxious young man in the body of his dreams! Tallest guy in his building, strongest guy in the city, and not too bad on the eyes! However, none of these changes removed how nervous Clarence got when it came to anything social. He swore that right after college he’d learn to open up and and actually make some new friends. Before he would make excuses like “No one wants to be friends with a nerd like me” or “It’s not like any guys wanna talk to an adult who still has pimples”. 

Now he had no excuse. Every self deprecating comment he had about his new body was quickly countered. “You’re 6′8 and jacked! No one will mess with you. Not to mention you’ll be catching everyone’s eyes showing off that new body!” were the last words his brother said before tossing him his keys. 

He just hoped that he wouldn’t mess it up. He was a jaw dropping stud now after all what did he have to be nervous about? Unfortunately for Clarence, as soon as he tried to muster up that confidence he quickly thought of countless ways things could go wrong.  

One moment he’s ordering a drink, the next he’s knocking over someone’s class with his wide arms. He stands to apologize and his seat falls over tripping the waiter nearby. When he tried to help the waiter up, he wasn’t sure of his own strength and nearly brought the young man to his face for a kiss!

Clarence was so embarassed. The redness from his cheeks forever obscured by his constant 5 o’clock shadow luckily couldn’t be seen!

However, one look at Clarence and no one was mad. The man who’s drink he spilled offered to buy him a new one. The waiter who he tripped blushed when their lips nearly touched. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad Friday after all.

[lexsssu]

𝑀𝑎𝑝𝑙𝑒 (𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑑𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢ℎ𝑎)

Ao3 ver.

(NSFW) PREQUEL

“Momiji-sama, where are youuuuu?”

“Please come out, Momiji-sama! The cooks made a fresh batch of maple leaf tempura!”

“We can play hide and seek in plain sight instead, okay?”

Several handmaidens called out within the inner courtyard of the Imperial Palace in search of the Crown Prince, becoming increasingly worried as they checked every bush and ornamental rock formation for any sign of him. The rambunctious child in question however, sat upon a thick branch of the tallest tree and simply observed the servants that ran around like headless chickens trying to look for him.

Kaedehara Momiji, Crown Prince of Inazuma, was a calm child. He mostly possessed the temperament of his father, Kaedehara Kazuha, but he was undeniably his mother’s son as well. An amused smile lit up his cherubic face as he watched his caretakers flounder about, deciding to give it another minute or two before he got down from his perch and relieve them of their worries—

“It’s times like these that I’m reminded of the fact that even if you look and act so much like Kazu-chin most of the time, you’re definitely still her ladyship’s spawn. Heh” 

“Tomo-oji!” Exclaimed the little boy, golden orbs lighting up at the sight of his uncle and godfather sitting beside him upon the branch.

“In the flesh! Now, how about we get down from here and let the ladies below know that you’re all fine and well? Your mom’s gonna kill me and resurrect me just to do it again if you have even just a hair out of place” The captain of the imperial guard chuckled, taking the young prince in his arms before taking a mighty leap down to the ground.

The flustered handmaidens were startled, but quickly sighed in relief when they realized it was just Tomo-taichou and the prince—

“YOUR HIGHNESS/PRINCE/MOMIJI-SAMA!!!”

“...Sorry for worrying you?”

“Smooth, kid. Real smooth”

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“Ahoy, there! You sure kept us waiting, your highness. And it seems you even brought along a couple of honored guests”

“...Thoma, I told you before not to refer to me as such. My given name will suffice”

“Sorry, but no can do! It’d be blasphemous if I were to call our own Emperor by his name!”

“...Consort, not an emperor”

“Details, details. You’re married to our archon and the father of our crown prince sooo…”

Aether and Paimon blinked at the exchange between the two young men, noting the anemo-user they’d recently become acquainted with furrowing his brows and rubbing his temples while the blonde simply grinned at his exasperation.

“Just please send word that we’ve arrived in Inazuma and will arrive at the imperial palace shortly”

“I already sent word even before you docked at the port. You know her majesty always wants to be informed of your whereabouts. She can never take her eyes off of you” Thoma shrugged nonchalantly, wiggling his eyebrows as he teased the samurai.

Kazuha only coughed, trying to will away his burning cheeks at the reminder of his wife’s devotion. 

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“Wait, wait, wait! So you’re trying to tell us that you BATTLED the previous shogun for Inazuma and won?”

“Mhmm~”

“Then you snuck into Captain Beidou’s ship one night and met Kazuha then fell in love with him?”

“That’s right~”

“So now you’re the nation’s new archon and he’s your consort?”

You nod ever so happily from your seat on your husband’s lap, relishing in the warmth of his body and his mere presence after he’d been gone for a few weeks on one of his excursions.

“...WHY THE HECK DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT YOU WERE A KING BACK IN LIYUE?!” Shouted Paimon accusingly at the blushing samurai who’d been trying to hide his face in your hair ever since he took his rightful place as your chair.

“...It didn’t feel right to mention it before”

“Tou-chan’s just shy like that,” said a childish voice, attracting the traveler and his little companion’s attention.

At the entrance to the throne room stood a little boy with features that were undeniably a mix of you and Kazuha. Beside him stood the tall figure of Tomo who merely grinned once he caught sight of your beaming self and his friend’s flustered visage.

“He prefers to be ‘low-key’ like Mama says all the time”

“But it’s one of the things that make him so cute~❤”

Despite how his family and friend mercilessly teased him, the platinum-haired male could only smile helplessly in defeat. He honestly wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

[ackerlert]

The Restaurant

Jean x Reader (3 year time skip since end of Season 3, pretend Annie is not in a crystal LMAO)

NSFW WARNINGS: female pronouns reader, oral sex (m & f receiving), sex with jean’s horse cock, reader aroused by his blush LMFAO, slow build up

“Oi. Get back here brats,” Levi grunts, gesturing toward a door. “Time for dinner. I know the restaurant’s all you brats have been thinking of. Especially you, Sasha.”

“Yahoo!” Sasha squealed. “I wonder what Niccolo will make today…maybe even that pizza he was telling me about…” she mutters, smiling to herself and probably daydreaming about stretchy cheese and marinara sauce. 

Connie grinned, sharing a look with the other smirking cadets--no. Soldiers. All of the cadets had grown into soldiers now, ranging from 17 to early 20s, plus some new recruits who had joined, including you.

Everyone knew Sasha had a thing for Niccolo-- it was something you and all the other cadets teased her about almost every day. The atmosphere buzzed with a lighthearted feel as the group joked around. You had all just recently completed a successful mission clearing Ragako of some straggler titans left from 3 years ago, and it had gone extremely well: so well that the Corps were getting rewarded with a trip to Niccolo’s restaurant.

The Corps made their way to their destination, the train: a new machine designed by Hange and other engineers she had recruited, it would be their way to the restaurant. Everyone stared at it with slack jaws and wonder-filled eyes. It would be your first time on the locomotive.

The Corps rushed forward, all clambering to get on first and sit with their friends and significant others.

You, along with your group of Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Annie, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were the last to file into the last cart.

Pair by pair, your group began filing in. 

You and Jean Kirschtein were last in line to get on the train, and the uncomfortableness you felt surely was justified. After all, the others basically all knew who they would sit near and talk to--Sasha/Connie, Mikasa/Eren, Armin/Annie-- except you two. You couldn’t help but sneak a look at Jean, standing next to you in the line, tallest in your group. His dark eyes looked a bit tired but still had a hard glint of intensity -- probably just excitement to visit the restaurant. You also noted his broad shoulders and a bit of a scruff on his sharp jawline -- characteristics that had not been there before a few years ago, when you had first caught a glimpse when you joined the Corps.

He’d always been attractive. Whenever he smiled at you when you said something to your friend group, whenever he would grasp his hair when he seemed frustrated. And you couldn’t forget his blush and the way his dark eyes glanced away in embarrassment that day you complimented his hair. Although he had seemed intimidating, you had felt a spark of arousal at his blush.

“Y/n. Y/N.” Mikasa frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. C’mon, get on the train!” Connie pouted.

Your eyes snapped up in surprisement. You hadn’t noticed how your mind had drifted into that memory of Jean’s blush, and how everyone, including Jean, was already in the train cart.

“Sorry! I’m coming!” You blushed and clambered on the train.

There was a stretch of awkward silence for a few seconds as you realized the problem.

“Er...why isn’t there room for me?” You asked, frowning a bit.

“The only place you could sit is one of our laps, you could sit on my lap!” Sasha offered, smiling at you, a crumb on her lip. 

“Sasha, don’t forget you have all that food stuffed in your pockets. Y/n might smush it and you would cry later,” Connie said, rolling his eyes before looking up at you apologetically. “Sorry Y/n, but I honestly don’t know where you could sit.”

Silence filled the train car for another second, before you heard Jean’s husky voice. “There’s a small bit of room next to me.”

You gratefully accepted that as your best seat, and tried to squeeze in. One of your legs was against Jean’s and the other one was almost hanging out, but you tried to brush it aside.

As the train lurched forward, you heard Jean’s voice again, this time closer to your ear and a bit softer. “You can move in closer, you might fall off like that.”

“Thanks, Jean.” you reply, inching closer. You became aware of his leg’s warmth against yours. 

“Damn those thighs are strong...“ you thought to yourself.

You sat like this for a while, in discomfort, listening vaguely to Armin tell Annie about a book he had read.

All of a sudden, your shoulder was jerked to the side and your legs were thrown to the side.

The train had just bumped over a bridge, and you sighed in annoyance until you realized the position you were in: Jean’s steely thighs under your own, his warm chest on your back, and the tickle of his hair on the top of your left ear.

You immediately flushed red, and were about to scramble off his lap until his right hand gently patted your shoulder. You froze.

“Wait, uh. Y/n, I-I think you should wait a while. The road above is a bit bumpy, and the train might throw you off,” he muttered, his face turning that beautiful pink color again as he retracted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Okay. Thank you so much, Jean,” you said quietly, still aware that you were on his lap. You wondered if he could feel your legs tense up, or smell your hair that you had just washed this morning.

You could feel every breath he took against your back, and every breath you took in smelled like him.

And sure enough, the road ahead was bumpy.

You felt your arousal every time the cart hit a road bump and your sensitive parts rubbed against Jean’s. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but he appeared to be even more awkwardly tensed up than you about it. His breathing had become a bit erratic in your ear and something under your ass was hardening.

When the train ran over a giant rock, you basically bounced up and back down on Jean’s lap.

When this happened, you couldn’t help but let out a small moan before horror filling your face.

Oh fuck.

Jean stiffened behind you, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. Neither of you said anything else until you got to the restaurant.

You slowly left his lap, not daring to look back behind you, and entered the restaurant to sit with Sasha and try to erase the sensations of sitting on Jean’s lap.

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“I’ll have the steak, medium-rare, please,” you heard Jean’s smooth voice say to Niccolo taking the orders.

He was sitting across from you, and neither of you had mentioned what happened on the train, but it was still fresh on your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder if the slight blush that had been present on his face all meal was from that incident.

As the food came, and you dug in, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Jean.

But he was already looking at you with an unfathomable look in his eyes as he took a bite out of his steak.

You quickly looked away.

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After the dinner, the Corps were getting lodging in the town of the restaurant.

You had always roomed with Hitch, but today she seemed to have other plans in mind.

“Y/nnnnnn, I am so sorry.. But could we perhaps do a switch?” she asked, lips breaking into a devious smile.

You frowned at the short-haired girl suspiciously.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well...I really want to spend the night with Annie and Armin after that dinner, I want to see something. So maybe Armin’s roommate could stay here for the night instead?” she begged.

You frowned. You really didn’t want this, but you knew that Hitch would be really sad if she couldn’t see her friends, so you gave in.

“Fine. But PLEASE make sure his roommate doesn’t stink,” you joked.

“Thank you sooo much!” Hitch grinned, squealing.

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The door lock clicked open as whoever outside twisted the key Hitch had given him, and stepped inside.

“Jean?!”

You heard the click of his shoes as the man stepped in, eyes falling on you. The room seemed a lot smaller all of a sudden. Although you normally felt pretty tall, you felt small next to Jean.

“Hey, Y/n..” he started. “Looks like i’ll be staying here tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Your bed is the one on the left ” You forced a sweet smile on your face. In your mind, however, you were shocked that Jean was the one staying with you. Memories of his strong, warm chest against your back on the train, his dark eyes on you in the restaurant, and his hard bulge ran throughout your mind again, the way they had plagued your thoughts ever since you had left the restaurant.

You heard a warm and slightly tired-sounding chuckle from Jean, and you snapped your head to his direction, eyes narrowing at him.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he smirked as he glanced up from unpacking his clothes in your direction. ”It was just kinda... cute how you were just staring into space just now, I guess. Wonder what you were thinking about”

You rolled your eyes, a blush spreading across your face. I wonder what he’d think if he knew I was thinking of him, you thought to yourself. Hell, he probably knows. 

Another thought passed your mind as you watched him unpacking, the muscles around his neck and arms moving through his thin collared shirt: With the way he was looking at me earlier at that restaurant... I bet I’m not the only one with thoughts of continuing what happened on that damned train...

You smirked and walked up to him casually as a plan moved in your head. He moved his head and looked at you in confusion. 

He then ducked his head down again, focusing back on unpacking his clothes. You could’ve sworn there was a hint of that blush you love on his cheeks again.

“So...say, Jean. You look awfully tired today,” you murmured as you went on your tiptoes and flicked some of his soft hair.

He turned back to you. It was clear now that he was blushing and glancing down at your chest, nipples visible through your thin training shirt.

You thought of how his complexion looked so nice in the small bits of red sunlight filtering through the window and the glow of the lamp on the small bedside table in the room. It was a shame that his shirt covered up the rest of him right now.

“Yeah...it’s been busy recently I guess.” he muttered a bit tightly, his blush growing deeper as he rubbed the stubble on his chin.

“We should get more time to relax,” you sighed and flopped down on the bed right next to the pile of clothes he was unpacking.

Jean looked at you sprawled on the blankets. You gave him another smile and patted the area beside yourself on the bed. He rolled his eyes at you but gave you a small smile back as he sat down beside you a bit stiffly.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you pulled him to lay down properly beside you, your thighs touching.

“I-uh-” he stammered, clearly not sure what to say now that you two were in such close proximity, and he could feel your warmth next to him.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything,” you explained to him. “I’ve just been so tired and stressed as well, I just wanted to relax tonight.”

You shifted a bit closer to him on the bed. He didn’t say anything or move in the next couple of seconds, the two of you just enjoying the moment in the bed before the stress of the next day’s training and planning would hit.

You sighed softly. How long had it been since you had felt this tired? Sure, the titans on Paradise were basically eliminated--but you were not naive enough to think that this would be the end of your journey as a soldier. Just the thought of encountering more titans across the sea that would threaten your friends and family made you almost sick.

Your pretty face crumpled into a bitter frown.

“Y/n…” he said slowly.

“What?” you replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes, eyes tired.

“I...I want you to be happier.” he muttered, turning to you and fixing his dark eyes on your face. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, pushing yourself during training and so have I, but...stay safe, okay? I’m worried about you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Yeah, Hitch and Sasha and Mikasa teased you about training too hard a lot and always checked up on you, but this was the first time someone had noticed you weren’t happy doing this much training, and how you sometimes pushed yourself to limits that you knew you couldn’t keep up.

Overwhelmed with surprise and emotion, you threw your arms around Jean and put your chin on his shoulder. His muscles immediately tensed around you, and his warm hands wrapped around your waist, fitting perfectly in its dips.

You buried your face in his neck, breathing in his delicious smell of wood and wine.

Your thoughts were running at a million miles per hour, and you figured you could be more vulnerable with him now.

“Jean, I...I really liked sitting on you on the train today.” you blurted out, still hugging him.

He went stiff for a moment, and you feared you had ruined the moment between you two until he chuckled, the vibrations from his chest spreading to you.

“Yeah...I liked it too.”

You broke off the hug to look at him, only to find him already looking at you and smirking.

Before you know it, his lips were connecting to yours, and your hands were running through his soft hair and tugging the ends to get him closer to you somehow. He broke off the kiss, and you furrowed your brows, but then felt his lips on your neck, sucking it and definitely leaving marks that would last for the next couple of days.

You let out a soft moan that he responded with by marking your neck even harder. You felt his lips curl into a smirk on your neck.

“Jean...have you done this before?” you murmured.

“Uh…” he said.

Before he could finish his response, you pulled his hair and pulled him off of your neck.

“Relax…” you said, tilting your head to give him your own smirk as you trailed your hand down his chest, rapidly unbuttoning the buttons of his thin shirt and feeling the hard planes of his chest stiffen under your hand. “I want to make you feel less stressed too.”

He groaned. “Y/n...you really don’t have to do this,” he muttered, looking away from you as if embarrassed.

You smiled up at him from your position in between his thighs, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants off before running your hand over his muscular thighs.

“I want to, though. I want to taste you,” you said, keeping eye contact with him.

His dick was longer than you expected, flushed a warm color and with a slight curve at the tip that you knew would hit that spot in you later that brought you the most pleasure.

He let out a choked whimper at the first time your warm tongue touched his throbbing member, his thighs tensing and veined hands clenching the bedsheets.

You continued to pepper small licks around his dick, giving him comments that made him even harder, if that were even possible, like “You look so nice like this.” and “Stay still for me, okay?”

The way the 6”3 man was now completely at your mercy, his head tilted back and muscles tensed, made you get slicker down there.

“F-fuck, Y/n....” he groaned, peering down at you and your flushed face through the messed up strands of hair that your hands had been running through earlier.

You smirked as he continued to groan.

“But I’ve only been licking your tip? Why are you so sensitive?” you teased him, a string of saliva connecting your mouth and his tip. He only let out another moan in response, his tip twitching again.

You relaxed your throat and began to take him down completely, although his length barely fit in your mouth.

Jean let out even more moans, moaning your name and “fuck” repeatedly. A sheen of sweat covered his chest, glistening in the moonlight and lamp light, and you marveled at the sight.

After a few more times of deep-throating him, he suddenly reached his hands down and yanked your head roughly off of his dick. You looked at him, confused at the sudden demeanor change, still wanting to feel him pulse beneath your tongue and see him lose all his control.

“I was about to cum, but I want to wait until I’m inside of you”, he explained. “Now, it’s my turn to taste you.”

He pulled you up from your position between his legs, and roughly pulled off your shirt so that your breasts were out, and you pulled off your shorts and underwear yourself. The cold air hit your sensitive parts, making them even more sensitive.

When you were on his bed, exposed to his dark eyes trailing over your body that you were proud of from all your days of training, you felt heat rush between your legs.

You pushed your legs together, embarrassed all of a sudden, but Jean lowered his body and bent his head down so that he was hovering above your thighs, and spread your legs for you, his grip as tight as steel.

“Don’t hide from me,” he commanded.

You let out a moan in response, loving the feel of his hands pressing into your soft thighs. You knew where this was heading, and the anticipation made your head dizzy.

Jean lowered his face so that you could feel his breath on you, and you whimpered in anticipation. At the first contact of his tongue on you, you moaned, because no other guy had done this with you. You vaguely thought of how after tonight, no other guy would ever compare to how you felt with Jean.

“Jean…” you moaned.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I thought you would,” he responded, as he sucked your clit and ran his tongue through your folds.

As he continued eating you out, his grip still preventing your thighs from closing, he let out some of his own groans that made you even wetter, and combined with your moans to make the best sounds you had heard in your life.

“Jean…” you repeated, gripping his granite-colored hair in your hands. “I want you in me now.”

Jean gave your clit one last kiss before he got up, licking his lips.

He smiled at you, loving the sight of you as a panting mess on his sheets. His dick was rock hard already, wanting to be inside of you.

You blushed when you saw the wetness on his stubble, but he seemed to not mind at all. Jean began rubbing his tip on you, and thrust his hips forward all of a sudden, even though you were still recovering from your previous orgasms.

When he slid in easily, due to how wet you were, both of you moaned at the sensation.

“Oh fuck...you fit me perfectly.”

The sight of Jean, strands from his side parted hair falling into his forehead, darkened with sweat, made you moan even more. His eyes were fixated on you, begging for more of his dick and for him to go faster.

The intensity of his stare made you look away, blushing and moaning, but his large fingers grabbed your chin and made you look back at him.

“Don’t look away.” he scolded.

“A-alright.” you moaned, looking back into his eyes.

He began to pound into your faster, eyes never leaving yours, his hand making his way to grope your breasts before settling around your throat, not pushing very hard but probably leaving marks there.

You seemed to be sucking him into you every time he pulled out again, which made his rough thrusting irresistible and his moans louder.

The intensity of the pleasure you felt every time he fucked you this good made your eyes roll back and sweat to cover both you and Jean’s bodies. 

“Jean...I’m coming soon…” you moaned.

“Me too.” he gritted his teeth and slowing his thrusts so that they were precise and deep.

“Please…” you moaned, not sure what you were begging for: some sort of release, anything, as you clawed his back.

“Please what?” he groaned.

“Please...let me cum…” you whimpered.

Jean groaned at your pretty sounds, so desperate for release, and began thrusting harder.

It was as if he couldn’t control his deep thrusts. You had known that curve in his dick would hit you at the right spots, but now that you were actually experiencing it, you were sure you were in heaven.

With a cry, both of you came, Jean cumming into the condom. He gave you a few more lazy thrusts to milk out your broken cries before he pulled out and leaned down over your naked body to kiss you.

“Y/n… That was amazing.” he blushed again, seemingly shy all of a sudden after he had just fucked you into almost-a-coma.

“I could say the same to you, Jean…” you smiled.

He went into the bathroom and got something to clean you up with.

“We made a mess on the sheets,” you groaned into the pillow. “Hitch is gonna tease me so bad about this tomorrow.”

Jean laughed, his eyes crinkling at you. 

“Whatever. But you look so pretty right now Y/n. How could she tease you when you look so pretty?” he joked.

“You’re too sweet, Jean…” you smiled back at him as he clambered slightly awkwardly back into the small bed with you.

Damn, I am so lucky, you marveled to yourself as he put his arm around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You buried your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His usually meticulous hair was now messy and tickling your ear again.

“You know … Ymir was right about you having a horse cock…” you giggled.

Jean frowned, pulling you off his chest to look you in the eyes. “What the fuck?!” he snorted, but his lips were pulling up into a smile.

The rest of the night was filled with you two laughing and joking about trivial matters, distracting you from the pain and loss that would happen the next year. But that night was one out of many special nights between you and Jean only.

Hitch took one glance at your messy hair, eye bags, and goofy smile the next morning and instantly began squealing.

“I TOLD YOU SO, SASHA!” she screamed.

Connie and Sasha smirked at you, whispering something about how they had known it since they had caught Jean staring at you during training when you first joined the Corps.

“Hitch...shut up please…” you groaned, exchanging a look with Jean, who was blushing again.

[morkleemelon]

nct ideal types 2021 :: dream

127 version | this has been on my mind for a bit and I wanted to write it down- these will consist of confirmed facts and then my own thoughts. the latter part is, as it sounds, strictly from my opinion and observation and may well not be accurate. this is just for fun! proceed~

mark lee:

confirmed: likes someone with long black hair who is nice (on air nct show)

my thoughts:

he moved to korea to train when he was like 13 and has been busy as a bee ever since. I don’t know his life but I feel like he hasn’t really had the chance to date much if at all yet. this brings me to think he would prefer someone who can lead in the relationship

he grew up christian and seems to still hold those ideals. although if he really liked someone it wouldn’t be an issue, this makes me think he would be drawn to someone with similar ideals

he laughs a lot and gets along well with people who are funny (haechan, yuta, jungwoo). I think that he would like someone with a good sense of humor

he doesn’t spend money lavishly and prefers to use what he has (i.e. the jansport backpack, not having youtube premium, keeping all the gifts he receives in his bag). all of this points to him preferring someone modest and not wasteful

mark got jisung a bracelet that costs over $1000 for his birthday (what a good bro I’m cry). he likes songs like ‘I got you’ by Bazzi (mark superm quarantine playlist) which is about spoiling a girl. this all makes me think that although he is frugal for himself, he likes spoiling others and would like to spoil his significant other

From Japan official book vol 1, mark said he wasn’t sure what his ideal first date would be, but he answered that it would be to go to a restaurant and have a good meal because he likes eating. So someone who’s down for simple dates and perhaps also good at cooking (because our boy can’t even make an egg)

From the same magazine, he said he doesn’t care about fashion and would like his partner to “wear what she likes”. Doesn’t seem like he goes for style much!

huang renjun:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

I strongly feel like he would want to feel like the ‘man in the relationship’. he would want to feel protective over his partner and that’s why I think he would adore someone smaller than him

he’s full of chaotic rage energy (in the cutest way that would never actually hurt anybody). to balance out these vibes, renjun would match well with someone calm and sweet

looks-wise besides being a petite person, I can envision someone very cute, probably with shorter, un-dyed hair

renjun is into sci-fi movies and shows and confirmed he believes in aliens (weekly idol). I think he’d be drawn to someone with a big imagination who likes sci-fi as well

lee jeno:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

jeno is really really shy (when he met yeeun from clc to mc together, they said they couldn’t even talk at first because it was so awkward). I think jeno would like someone more outgoing but not overwhelming

I feel like his ideal type is literally like renjun- a little fiesty and literally, little. jeno has mentioned that he loves renjun’s voice too, so perhaps he would be interested in someone with a nice voice

he works out a lot and likes physical activities like biking and going to the gym. I think he’d like someone who values fitness and health too

he loves animals and has 3 cats of his own despite being allergic. because of this, I think he’d like a person who loves animals too

lee haechan:

confirmed: someone with a nice voice/ singing voice. someone with shorter hair

my thoughts:

he’s so extroverted and craves attention from whoever he’s around, and that wouldn’t be an exception for the person he likes. he’d want someone who looks up to him and gives him attention

he’s still really young and even enjoys movies like the kissing booth (I’m sorry I had to bring it up because I think it’s important). ignoring the actual bad parts of that movie, I think he’s interested in that young love, dancing together at the arcade, kissing in the rain, come over to his house in secret, type relationship

haechan seems to be especially close friends with foreign swaggers line (mark, johnny, jaehyun) so I’m thinking that perhaps he likes the western vibe

during oshiete Japan, he and Yuta were the only ones who chose to give three roses to a hypothetical ‘lover’ (they had to choose between 4 types of roses to give). the psychologist said that this means haechan is “flirty and attention-seeking” which makes a lot of sense. this adds to my point that he would like someone who gives him a lot of attention and good reactions

during a recent fansign (1/23?) OP asked “what are things girls do that makes you flattered?” to which he answered “when I did something wrong and get scolded, that scary look makes me flattered”. although it’s a bit awkwardly translated, this insinuates that he likes it when he gets scolded by a girl. *jaemin voice* sexayyy. thus, I’m adding that haechan likes a someone strong headed and not afraid to scold him

na jaemin:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

he has a sort of 180 personality where he’s either really energetic or prefers to be in the background. jeno says that jaemin hardly talks at the dorms after schedules because his social battery is dead. this is classic introvert behavior so I think he would vibe well with someone patient and calm

he’s the sweetest boy and he volunteers often for unicef and was even cast to sm while he was volunteering. he’d appreciate someone who shares similar values and likes helping others

I think he often doesn’t think or worry about himself. he goes out of his way to please others and help others and often disregards what he actually wants because of it (i.e. taking his shirt off at the dream show even though he was uncomfortable I’m so sad poor baby). he needs someone who is thoughtful and who reminds him when it’s time to stop and think of himself

looks-wise, I’m gonna be completely honest when I say I think he doesn’t go for looks. personality and morals are key

his favorite member of snsd is tiffany. he never confirmed if she was his ideal type, but perhaps he’s attracted to her bubbly, girly personality

zhong chenle:

confirmed: he’s only into girls (vlive)

my thoughts:

this may be a stretch, but in a live he was doing, chenle was talking about which member of wayv princesses was the prettiest. he said something along the lines of ‘ew they all looked weird’ but later admitted that kun was probably the only one who ‘looked okay’. kun was snow white which brings me to my first prediction which is that lele likes the classic chinese beauty (black hair, pale skin, elegant, gentle)

chenle loves winning and he loves to be praised. although his mbti shows that he’s an introvert, he would crave the full attention of his s/o. someone who looks only at him

during the from home live, he was asked to act out a scenario where he accidentally ate his girlfriend’s food. haechan (who was acting as the girlfriend) went “buy me 10 more” and chenle just went “okay :)”. ngl, kinda fell in love with him then but this makes me think he’d want someone to spoil

park jisung:

confirmed: likes it when people call him 오빠 (oppa) - take this how you will

my thoughts:

debuting at 14, I’m quite sure he hasn’t had the opportunity to have a relationship yet. this being said, he also seems quite innocent and shy which is why I think he would prefer someone who knows what they’re doing and isn’t afraid to speak their opinion

just from vibes, I think he would wanna be with someone like a best friend to him. someone who’s down to just hang out and talk, play video games and watch movies etc.

he’s quite tall (the tallest in dream) so I think he’d actually be ok with a tall person maybe even around the same height as him

maybe not a definite need, but I feel like he’d be impressed by someone who can dance well since dancing is such a big part of his life

[aseioh]

Of Cakes and Late Celebrations

Author’s Notes: This was supposed to be posted on Mother's day. But just like this fic, I got derailed and ended up being late. (picture taken from the internet)

It was Mother's day.

Or to be precise it will be Mother's day in 15 hours 25 minutes. It shouldn't be a problem for Alcina, she usually just buys something from the Duke to give to Mother Miranda.

Unfortunately, such a thing is not possible right now. The Duke was delayed with his routine arrival at the castle opening, something about a spooked horse and lycans trying to get a nibble.

Honestly she lost interest after the word delayed was spoken through the phone. How is she going to remedy this. The gift itself was one of the finest silk she was able to obtain, she was sure Mother would appreciate a new ritual robe.

This is bad. To show up without a gift on this special day. She was sure she would be made a mockery during the gathering. Whats worst was that fool Heisenberg would be the first to lead with his pathetic insults.

Just the thought made Alcina's blood boil.

”I should send Bela to switch that man's shampoo with dog shampoo. Although the man still smells like wet dog. No. I'll think of something more devious.“

But back to the matter at hand. It's almost Mother's day and she doesn’t have a gift. Taking a deep drag off her cigarette, she considers her dwindling options.

At western part of the village

Donna is also facing a similar problems.

"What do you mean you're not coming?! Where am I supposed to find a present at this hour?!" Angie's raspy voice filtered through the phone "do you know how hard it is to find a 1st edition book on occult and rituals."

"Apologies Miss Angie, but the horse spooked and the carriage suffered a broken wheel. Even if the servants manage to haul themselves your house to the Duke's location and back it would still be too late." The main servant said trying to sound as apologetic as he can come across.

"This would not do" Donna said finally in her normal voice.

Somewhere inside the Stronghold.

Karl Heisenberg was having a meltdown.

"YOU STUPID LYCANS! I GAVE YOU ONE JOB AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO IT RIGHT!!" Heisenberg paces around the small assembly hall. Ten Lycans looked very apologetic, although it was very hard to tell from their looks. One even lets out a soft whimper.

“I told you to stall The Duke for a while. I didn’t said to derail him completely. The man has a package for me, now how am I supposed to get it!?” Heisenberg seethes.

His plan was a simply one really. Stall The Duke so that he would arrive at Castle Dimitrescu late, that way Alcina would not get her package and present it to Mother Miranda. That would show her, a little payback for calling him a child.

What he didn’t count on was the utter incapability of the Lycans to follow simple directions. Now even he doesn’t have a gift. Oh Miranda’s gonna blow a gasket.

“Augh... I hate the consequences of my actions” He lamented

 At Moreau’s Reservoir

“NOOOOOOO!! That’s not fair, that’s not fair!!!” Moreau starts throwing his stuff on the floor. He had finally saved up his money to buy Mother Miranda that nice jewelry that would go perfectly with her black wings.

“Someone’s gonna pay” He vows to take revenge on the Lycans responsible for his problem.

 After all his pet fish has been hungry for some Lycan meat.

 Castle Dimitrescu (13 hours until Mother’s day)

“I have gathered you here today for a very important meeting” Alcina starts looking at the sad (Donna) and tearful (Moreau) faces of her so called ‘siblings’. Heisenberg is surprisingly calm which puts Alcina on high alert, but lets it slide in favour of the more pressing matter

“We have a big problem. The Duke will not arrive on time for Mother’s Day. That means all the presents we bought for Mother will not arrive”

“We need a solution, any ideas?”  

“We kill the Lycans responsible and feed them to my fish”

“Yes Moreau, but that’s after we solve this problem” Donna said and tries to placate a Moreau by patting him at the back.

“Whoa, that’s a bit dark but I like it. And Moreau is right, we’re gonna make fish food out of those Lycans” “Better off those basdards, after all I don’t want to implicate myself” Heisenberg thinks

“People, you’re missing the point here” Alcina says pinching her nose to ward off an incoming headache. “Listen, we don’t have time. You know Mother Miranda, She’ll say she wasn’t really expecting something and then low-key punishes us for missing the day. We don’t want a repeat of the 1967 incident do we?”

Moreau whimpers from the trauma.

Donna goes into a slight trance and starts to shake.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough” Heisenberg stands. “Why don’t we just bake something and say it’s from all of us”

 *beat*

“Do you know how to bake?”

“I work at the Factory, I make steel molds for a living how hard could it be?”

“That doesn’t answer my question Heisenberg”

“We could make a small doll” Donna pipes up

“Sorry Donna that would still take time. And I don’t think we have the right materials on such short notice.” Alcina says

“For someone who’s looking for a solution you sure are shooting down all of them”

“Because it’s not feasible Heisenberg.” Alcina huffs “Can you gather all the materials in less than 10 hours? No? Of course not”

“And I keep telling you just BAKE A CAKE!”

“I don’t know how to bake, child! I’m a BLOODY COUNTESS not hired help” Alcina bellows at Heisenberg

“I know how to bake”

Everyone turns to Donna.

“Really?”

“Of course, I used to watch my Mother bake cakes before the accident. I just need help decorating. I never got a hang of that part” Donna beams with pride as she explains the basics of baking

“And we can gather the ingredients no problem. You have a pantry here somewhere right Alcina?” Moreau asked

“Of course. We always have a full pantry for the servants.” At that Heisenberg looks at Alcina with a hint of disbelief

“What? We need them healthy to serve us. I’m not a complete monster.” Alcina defends

“In any case we should start early. It takes time to cool and decorating is hard”

 Castle Kitchen (12 hours 30 minutes before Mother’s Day)

It was truly a sight to see. In a way it was enough for the Castle’s servants to wet themselves in fear when they saw the 4 Lords gathered at the kitchen in various forms of concentration. Needless to say, everyone was warned to steer clear of the kitchen for now.

Moreau was together with Donna supporting her with mixing the wet ingredients. Meanwhile, at the other side of the cooking station Alcina and Heisenberg are charge of measuring out the dry ingredients.

“You need to be precise, don’t put too much. Remember what Donna said and look at the damn recipe”

“I know what I’m doing you damn woman. I’m all about precision. Why don’t you move away and get that mixing bowl at the top shelf.” Heisenberg grouched

“I’m not your servant. And I certainly will not start fetching stuff for you” Alcina shot back

“Alcina, we need to work together. We don’t have time and you’re the tallest of us all. Please cooperate with Karl just this once. Please?” Donna implored

“Once. I’m helping him for this one time only. When I get my hands on the Lycan responsible for this problem, I’m gutting him and throwing him at Moreau’s reservoir.” At Donna’s admonishment of Alcina, Heisenberg gives a shit eating grin, showing some rather very pointy canines.

“And Heisenberg, stop provoking Alcina.” Donna adds

“Fine, you’re no fun Donna”

Suffice to say, the baking went well. Who knew that the 4 Lords working together would be a great success? If only Mother Miranda saw her children working together peacefully she might have had a heart attack and thought that she suffered one as well.

Or she might have been dreaming.

 Castle Kitchen (6 hours before Mother’s Day)

“Alright, the cake has cooled down completely, So what color will be the icing?” Donna asked

“Yellow” “Cream” “Light Blue” the other three said simultaneously.

 *beat*

“Light blue? Really? Not everything needs to be manly Heisenberg”

“And not everything needs to be boring like your color, Alcina”

“It should be yellow, like Mother’s sunny smile” Moreau explains

“And in which ever universe has Mother ever smiled like the sun?” Heisenberg counters Moreau

“Hey now. No need for that tone!”

“Tsk, sorry Moreau” Heisenberg apologizes to a quiet Moreau

“Fine, let’s do pastel yellow it’s easier for the eyes anyway” Donna supplies, getting ready to start coating the cake with the yellow cream

 Inside the Sanctuary

“Happy Mother’s day”

“We hope you like the cake Mother”

“Yes, we poured out our love in baking it. I hope you appreciate it” Heisenberg said

“Why thank you loves. This is a wonderful surprise. And Moreau said that you all worked together in baking it. How wonderful!” Mother Miranda said grateful for once that her children worked together without collateral damage (that she knew of).

“Although Heisenberg, I heard something interesting from Urias” Mother Miranda looks pointedly at Heisenberg, who for some reason starts to sweat and turn pale.

‘oh shit’ “Really Mother? Good news I hope” Heisenberg tries to bluff his way out.

“Why it was quite peculiar really. He said that you got 10 of his Lycans for a special project. I wasn’t aware that you have some side projects”

 The 3 Lords turn to Heisenberg

“Wait what?”

“I KNEW IT!!” Alcina unsheathes her claws

“You’re responsible for this mess in the first place!!”

“Really guy relax, if anything I just proved that we need more than one traveling merchant in the village for a successful and on time delivery” Heisenberg starts to carefully ease his way to the nearest exit.

 “GET HIM”

In the end, Alcina was more than ready to feed Heisenberg to Moreau’s pet fish. Only Donna stopped her, citing Moreau would probably be inconsolable if his pet got indigestion from all the metal.

And that is how Heisenberg saw himself in doggy jail for a week along with his Lycan cohorts. Mother Miranda did get her Mother’s day gifts from her children although a bit later than expected.

 And the cake?

 The cake was surprisingly delicious.

[btxtreads]

Hero

CHAPTER SIX: STARSTRUCK (PART A)

↳ Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

↳ word count: 1.7k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: beomgyu and y/n are the cutest besties, taehyun hits someone with a door, y/n gets a possible concussion but nothing too big lmao, txt is stressedt

Y/N rolled her eyes as the car rolled into the cafe parking. Youra’s squeals punctured her eardrums as she moved to change to steeper heels. The younger can only shake her head as she tugged on her jacket and pulled the car door open.

“I’ll be here waiting for my friend,” Y/N explained, pointing towards the cafe. “I’ll just hang here until you finish. Please don’t be embarrassing.”

“If anything, you’re the embarrassing one for being in the vicinity of legends but not knowing who they are.” Youra explained. “Who is it you’re going to meet again?”

“Gyuu.”

“I don’t know him.”

“He was over almost everyday.” Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“Oh, your little boyfriend?” Youra asked, retouching her lipstick. “I thought his name way Beoji.”

“What?” Y/N scrunched her eyebrows, tilting her head as Youra strutted away from her and towards the club. “Who the hell is Beoji?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes once more as she entered the cafe. She took a seat at the farthest corner of the cafe, pulling up her phone at the resounding ding that came from it. She smiled at the text sent to her by her oldest, bestest friend.

Kkyu 🤠: Y/Nieeeee i’m almost there ❤️ 10 minutes tops

On the other side of the street, right behind the massive building housing what would be the biggest party of the month, was a bright red sports car rolling to a stop. A head of fluffy brown hair jumped out of the driver’s seat.

“Clear.” His deep voice called, pulling out his phone and checking the time. “You can come out now, and can we hurry. Y/N’s waiting for me.”

“Just a bit more, hyung.” Taehyun whined. “In and out.”

“What’s the plan again?” Beomgyu asked, pocketing his phone and switching jackets with the younger boy.

“You meet your friend, I go in. Soobin-hyung and Yeonjun-hyung are inside to help me backstage and get in and out, Kai will distract the paps while I move in and out. It’s flawless.” Taehyun explained as he pulled up the grey hood over his head.

“I don’t know, Tae.” Beomgyu sighed, pulling out his phone once more and quirking his lips at the message. “She’s waiting for me, and they’re waiting for you. Entrance is over there, are you sure this will work?”

“I’m positive, hyung.” Taehyun grinned as he pulled the backstage door open. “Good luck on your date!”

Beomgyu grinned as he fired up the ignition of the car once more, grinning up at Taehyun with a roll of the eyes.

“She’s my best friend!”

Y/N widened her eyes as Beomgyu entered the cafe, ruffling his fluffy brown hair. The boy’s figure was almost swallowed by an expensive black leather jacket, his brown eyes gazing around as he fidgeted with the newest model of a popular luxury-brand phone in his hands.

“Gyuu?”

The boy’s eyes snapped away from the menu as soon as he heard that familiar voice he’d recognize anywhere. A bright smile popped up in his face as he bounded over, giggling as Y/N stood up from her chair—opening her arms. Beomgyu laughed, engulfing her in a bear-hug in return.

“Oh my fucking god, I missed you!” Beomgyu exclaimed as he squeezed her tighter.

“Dude, you’re telling me—you were like my only friend!” Y/N laughed, pulling away and squishing his cheeks between her hands. “Look at you—you look so good!”

“Y/N, I’ve always looked good.”

“Still the narcissist.” Y/N snorted as Beomgyu pecked her cheek like he always used to do before plopping down on the chair across from her. “You got me coffee?”

“Yeah, it’s the one you used to always order. Did I get it wrong?”

“It’s perfect. Thanks, babe.” Beomgyu laughed, ruffling her hair. “How’ve you been?”

“Exhausted, really.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I told Youra I was going to meet you today and she said your name was Beoji.”

Beomgyu chuckled in amusement as the girl’s eyes flew towards the giant LED screen propped up outside the club—projecting Taehyun’s performance out to the public. At the sight of this, Beomgyu winced. So much for hiding.

“Kang Taehyun, huh?” Y/N wondered out loud. “I wonder how he is in real life?”

Beomgyu’s lips quirked as he took a sip from his drink.

“I wouldn’t know.” Beomgyu shrugged. “You really don’t like him, huh?”

“It’s not that I don’t, it’s just I don’t know him enough to like or dislike him.” Y/N shrugged. “I mean his songs are good, and he is easy on the eyes—I just don’t get people worship his entire existence—or TXT, for that matter.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get that.” Beomgyu smiled in relief.

“It’s just if I form opinions on a person, I want that opinion to be based on facts—the actual facts, not the facts I see on TV.” Y/N shrugged. “Truth matters. The objective truth.”

“That’s my Y/N.” Beomgyu laughed, ruffling her hair once more—making the girl giggle.

Just like old times.

Unfortunately, the old times were him and her hanging out in different restaurants around their small town—unnoticed by many. This time, unbeknownst to Y/N, her best friend was a world-famous Youtube Star, part of the local industry’s flower boys. People were bound to notice them now—and they were.

This was why Beomgyu stood up and pulled her over.

“We should take a walk. Cafe’s getting kind of stuffy.” Beomgyu suggested, making the girl grin. “I also have a few friends around here, let me introduce you guys.”

“I’d love to meet your friends!” Y/N nodded excitedly, picking up her bag and locking arms with the boy.

Beomgyu pulled her outside and led her towards his car, making the girl’s jaw drop. At first, she wasn’t really believing—not until the boy fished for a set of keys in his pocket and opened the car doors himself, gently leading her in.

“This is your car?”

“Yeah!” Beomgyu laughed. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“How—I—“

“Y/N, there’s something you should know about me.” Beomgyu admitted, smiling shyly at the girl as he pulled out of the parking lot and moved back to the club. “I’m kind of famous? I go on Youtube a lot, sing sometimes—weird videos and all that.”

The girl’s jaw dropped, blinking over at him.

“We’re here, come on.” Beomgyu laughed as he parked again, having covered the short distance between the cafe and the club. “Let me show you my friends.”

“Wait—so, you’re friends with TXT?”

“Kind of,” Beomgyu laughed. “I am TXT.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide as she opened her mouth to respond. Before she could, the door swung open—hitting her square at the back of her head. Beomgyu panicked, dropping down on his knees to assist the girl.

“Tae, what the hell!” Beomgyu hissed as Taehyun’s eyes frantically shifted around.

“Hyung, the paps found me!”

“No shit,” Y/N groaned on the floor. “You were literally on the gigantic LED screen outside a few minutes ago.”

Taehyun’s frantic eyes fell onto the girl on the floor, who was groaning as she massaged the back of her head.

“You okay?”

“It just hurtsa little, but I’m fine, Gyuu.”

Three more tall boys file out of the backstage door. The tallest one with black hair tilted his head at the scene.

“Who’s this, Gy—“

“Hyung, who the hell is this?!” Taehyun exclaimed, voice panicked.

Beomgyu looked up at Taehyun, eyes equally panicked as the other blonde boy whose name she didn’t know looked distressed. The pink-haired and black-haired boy only shared an exasperated look.

“Why did you hit her with a door?!” Beomgyu exclaimed.

“I didn’t mean to!” Taehyun exclaimed back before turning to Y/N with a frantic expression. “Ma’am, I’ll give you backstage passes to my next concert if you don’t scream! I’m just a normal person, please!”

Y/N sighed, glaring up at the boy as Beomgyu helped her up.

“You okay, Y/N-ie?”

“I’m fine, Gyuu.” Y/N shot the boy a quick grin before rolling her eyes at the frantic pop star. “And no thank you, Mr. Superstar. I’m not interested in your backstage passes. Thank you very much.”

Beomgyu turned back to Taehyun with accusatory eyes.

“You murdered my best friend!”

“I’m still alive.” Y/N mumbled back as she shook her head, freezing as a nauseating feeling came to her. “Gyuu?”

“Yeah, babe?”

She then turned and puked on the floor, making Beomgyu spiral into another fit of panic as she held her hair back.

“Oh my god, you killed her!” Beomgyu screamed at Taehyun.

“She’s fine!”

“No, she’s dying!” The tall, blonde boy by the door whispered in horror, shaking Taehyun’s arm.

“I’m okay.” Y/N mumbled, swaying in her spot as Beomgyu stabilized her.

It was at this moment that the two other boys sighed exchanging another look before the pink-haired one approached Beomgyu and the girl, helping her up. The black-haired boy crossed his arms.

“The puking might mean concussion.” The boy said. “You two, Tae, Gyu—Take her to the hospital.”

“But, Soobin-hyung!” Taehyun complained, eyes pleading. “I have to go home—the party for my movie deal that my parents threw—the directors—“

“Tae, you hit Beomgyu’s childhood best friend with a heavy metal door and now she’s puking and can’t stand properly.” The pink haired boy replied, pulling open Beomgyu’s car door. “Take her to the hospital now.”

“Beomgyu, my head hurts.” Y/N whimpered, making Beomgyu panic again.

“My best friend is dying in my hands!”

“Yeah, Beomgyu’s being dramatic and can’t drive.” the pink-haired boy mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Go.”

“We’ll take it from here.” They reassured, grinning at Taehyun before turning. “We’ll see you at your parents’ party!”

The other boys left, leaving a groaning Y/N, a frantic Beomgyu and a stressed-out Taehyun alone. Taehyun sighed, groaning in stress as he entered the car once more, eyeing the girl and started the engine.

“Don’t puke in the car.” He sighed, turning on the navigator. “Siri, where’s the nearest hospital?”

[idkcantthinkofaname]

It Takes Time/ 17

Pairing: BTS x Reader (ft. Ateez)

Gene: angst, smut(certain chapters), Dark themes (in certain parts)

Warning: slight blood mention but nothing else really

Summary: after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

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Jungkook was laid up against the floor of the truck, his eyes peaked at her. He could see blood on the side of her face. He was slightly beat up as well, though he knew the impact was coming long before the drivers of the truck knew. He had all his senses on alert the moment he heard her truck tire squalled against the asphalt. At first he assumed she was just going to leave, But he notice the sound was coming in close and fast. He remained as still as he could to not alert the other two guards that were in the back with him, what was to come. At the last second he jump off the seat, and was in the air the moment the impacted happen. The guards distracted by him had been thrown across the truck as it rolled. Jungkook tried to keep himself for too much injuries but with how hard she hit them, and his hands being hand cuffed together. He wasn’t as successful as he wish he had been. After the truck came to final stop he was laying on the wall trying to get his barring, the two guards were unmoving. As he got up slowly he went to each searching for the keys to unlock him. Once he was uncuffed he looked up and took a deep breath. Everything in him was screaming to shift into his wolf, but he knew it would be to painful to do so.

“Hand me the keys!” Y/n voice was trying to sound so strong. He had heard her struggle with the guy. He still couldn’t believe that she was still trying to help him. She should have left him. She didn’t make any sense to him, or the fact that he slightly liked that she was still here to help him.

The door swung open and the street lights was filtering in. “Jungkook?”

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My voice was soft and uncertain, he was leaned up against what should have been the floor of the truck. I climbed into the truck to go to him.

“You just had to hit us with a truck?” Jungkook asked.

“I didn’t know what else to do...I couldn’t let them take you.”

Jungkook looked up at me. “We have to get out of here.”

Jungkook walked forward and gripped my wrist and started to pull me off towards the woods. “Jungkook what abou..”

“Listen we just have to get out of here. Don’t worry about the truck.”

“but?”

“just keep moving, Trust me, the other group of h.c will show up before the cops do and we don't want to be around when they do.”

We had been walking in silence for over an hour.. or what felt like an hour. “Jungkook you need to rest, and so do I.”

Jungkook’s tail stiffen. “I am fine.”

“You may be but I need a moment” My head was still pounding from the wreck. and My arm was still bleeding slightly.

A hefty sigh left  his lips “Five minutes, that is all you get. I’m sure the boys are already worried sick about you, And I know the H.c is most likely still looking for us.”

"What do we have here?” Said a light voice. I jumped up and Looked towards the bushes where the voice sounded from. Jungkook growled and stepped forward and placed himself between the new person. 

A giggle came from the left of us. “Looks like we have some trespasser San.” A fox hybrid was perched on a tree stump. His red black tipped ears stood tall. “Hongjoong will not like this.” 

Another hybird approached from the right side. “What should we do then, dear Wooyoung?” He smirked. His white and black spotted tail twitched at the end. He was slightly shorter then Jungkook but almost as broad. especially when he puffed his chest up. 

Jungkook tail was puffed out and he stood taller then he was a second ago. “We are just passing through.” 

The fox, Wooyoung smiled. “Well, we don't like other coming into our territory.”

Jungkook growled more. Wooyoung cocked his head to the side and his tail was swaying much like when tae and jimin’s would when they were about to start pushing the others buttons.  

“Wooyoung! That is enough!” Out stepped three more hybrids, two were staring down the fox. His ears laid back against his head. 

“I apologize for wooyoung behavior.” One of the taller ones spoke, He was looking at us threw silted eyes...A snake hybrid.

The other tall one standing next to him was staring wide eyes at the two of us. He was the tallest and had bear like ears on the top of his head.  The shorter of them stepped forward. “What are you doing in our territory?”

Jungkook growled again. He stepped forward. “when did you move here?

Hongjoong stared at him. “just before the winter storms that hit here...You must be one of the hybrids who scent was here before us.”

Jungkook’s fist cliched. “Yes I am, Now why would you move here if you could scent us?”

Hongjoong just shrugged his shoulders. “Well since you guys never showed up to run us off, we assume you did not care for this land. So we made ourselves at home.”

Jungkook stepped forward, but the short man meet his approach. “I would think twice there Pup. You are out numbered.” He smirked. “and one bite from Seongwha and you will be dead within minutes.” 

I was right, He was a snake. "Jungkook we need to get home before the H.C finds us.”

This made Hongjoong cat like ears twice. He looked at the both of us. “Go, If they come looking for you we don't want to be in the middle of it.” he stepped back and started to walk off the others following him. 

Jungkook was shaking with anger. I placed my hand onto his arm. “Deal with this later.”

He whipped around with so much speed that I almost lost my footing. He was breathing heavy and there was so much fire in his eyes. He stepped closer to me and before I could even realize what happened he wrapped his arms around my waist and shoved his head into my neck. He let out a growl and pressed harder into my neck. I just stood there and allowed him to do as he pleased. After some time he seemed to relax some and he stood up and gripped my hand. “Let’s get home.”

We may had made it a few more yards before I started to get dizzy. “Jungkook” I almost lost my footing as I went down, Hearing Jungkook shout my name. I could feel that he had caught me but my vision was going black.

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Jungkook was scared, He was actually scared for her. She just dropped. He was and idiot not to even think about the damage she might have after wrecking the truck to save him. He held her close as he ran with her in his arms. He needed to get her to Jin as fast as he can.

He was gripping her tightly to him. Her head laid back almost lifeless, if it wasn't for her heart beating he would have thought she was dead. 

“JUNGKOOK!” The sound of Namjoon was like music to his ears

“Namjoon here! she is hurt! I don't know what to do!” Jungkook was still holding her tightly to him when namjoon and the others got to him. 

“Let me see her” Namjoon asked holding out his arms. But jungkook refused to let her go.

“No, I will carry her. She is like this cause she came to save me.” Namjoon looked jungkook over then nodded as they all hurried back towards the house. Jin and Hobi sprinted off to get to the house to set up everything they would need to help y/n

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Note: I think, im going to put this on pause for a while only to take my time and write this story the way I like it. and I can post them quicker after I have a few of them written. I am not happy with some of these chapters.

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Bad boy and his girl

Requested by anonymous: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a modern ah with Xue Yang? Maybe something along the lines reader rebels against parents and dates him with a fluff ending? Thank you!🥰💗

Word Count: 2223 words

Warnings: toxic parents, cliché, Xue Yang's a bit OC-ish (sorry)

A/n I also want to say that the parents could be considered toxic but I wasn't sure if I should label them as toxic or overly strict, but just to be sure I put it in

You slammed the front door behind you, hoping your parents would hear it loud and clear. You just had another fight and at this point you were sick of them seeking trouble with you. Everyday was a new argument, you could never do something right for them. Your usual points never got praise, but once you had one lesser points and you were a mistake of the family. Unlike your brother, wo's grades were lower than the bloody sea, yet he was the best thing in the world. After all, he would get the family business while you would simply marry a rich man that your parents chose (not like you were going to, but they didn't listen).

The bus arrived and you got on, sitting on the back next to the window. After 10 minutes, you got of and walked to school. You were still in a bad mood, but it just got worse when a motorcycle zipped in front of you. You stumbled before glaring at the person, which you already knew to be Xue Yang.

He was the infamous bad boy of your school. Tattoos, motorcycle, smoked and had a general bad attitude towards school, which was surprising when you realized that he was friends with Xiao Xingchen who was a pretty good student. You didn't necessarily hated him, but rather you were just jealous. He could live the life he wanted and you were jealous because of that.

You shook your head and continued to walk to your class. You entered and suddenly all eyes were on you. You frowned, looking behind you and there stood Xue Yang. He was on time... Xue Yang who never bothered to show up to class and hung around on the roof, was 10 minutes early.

"Am I that good looking, sweetheart?" "In your dreams." You sneered back and he scoffed, walking past you and sitting down in his seat at the back. You sighed and walked to your own seat. Laying your bag on top of your desk before grabbing your phone. You scrolled the news as you waited for the bell to ring. When it did, you put your phone into your bag.

Class started and before you knew it, lunch approached. The bell rang loudly and most students ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. You just waited for a bit before you stood up as well, grabbing your food card and phone before you walked out. You didn't notice the eyes that followed you nor did you hear them following you until you heard the whispers. Then you noticed Xue Yang following you and you bit your lip, turning around and marching his way. You then grabbed his arm and dragged him along to an empty hall.

"Why are you following me?" "Can't I?" He said, leaning down to meet your height and to stand face to face. You sighed, looking away before looking back at him. His face was inches from yours and you noticed his face tattoo. A small moon with a constellation next to it (the cancer constellation). You also noticed a few freckles.

"What do you want?" You sneered and he gave you a smirk.

"Go on a date with me." He said and you glared at him before thinking it through. It would piss your parents off if you did... and it was not like he was that bad looking. Worth it.

"Sure, after school of course." You commented before turning around to walk back, but freezing when you heard him whine.

"Fine~" He whined and you chuckled before continuing back to the cafeteria to get some food. He followed you, like a guard dog, as the other students started to whisper once again. You ignored it and grabbed your food.

The rest of the day went the same way, mostly with Xue Yang hanging around you. When the school day ended, instead of going to your after school lesson, you waited for Xue Yang by his motorcycle. After only 3 minutes, he reached, leaning against his motorcycle as he looked at you.

"Where are we going then?" You asked and he smirked before handing you a helmet. "You carry an extra helmet?" You asked and he scoffed again before putting his own on and throwing his leg over the motorcycle. He looked your way and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He drover off and your grip tightened slightly. You drove for about 15 minutes before he stopped driving. You looked around before spotting a fair. You took your helmet off as you got off of the motorcycle before looking at him again.

"A fair?" "I'm good at shooting games." He shrugged and you chuckled, handing him the helmet before turning to the fair. It was small, but it looked fun. Xue Yang locked his motorcycle before grabbing your hand and leading you to the fair. He then stopped, looking at you.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and you looked up before looking around again. You didn't know anything and looked at him sheepishly.

"I've never been on a fair, so I don't really know anything." You admitted and he raised an eyebrow at you before smirking.

"Well, first time for everything." He said and you nodded. He leaded you to what looked like a shooting stand. He paid before grabbing a gun and handing it to you. You looked at him confusingly and he chuckled again as you took it in your hands. He stood behind you and showed you how to hold the gun before helping you aim. You pulled the trigger and one of the balloons popped. You smiled brightly, turning to face him only to jump back when your noses touched.

"Thank you..." You mumbled before aiming again and hitting 2 more balloons. You paused, glancing at Xue Yang to see his reaction. He was just smiling and you bit your lip to hide your own smile before aiming at the balloons again. You shot 2 more balloons before looking at the owner of the stand.

"You can choose one of these." The man said and you looked around before spotting a black panther plushie keychain. You pointed at and the vendor smiled, grabbing the plushie and giving it to you. You thanked him before turning to Xue Yang. You held it out to him and he looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

"For you." "It's usually the man who gifts something to the girl." He said and you frowned, taking his hand and placing the keychain in it.

"I don't like gender roles. Now take it." You said and he chuckled again before placing it in his pocket.

"Attraction next." He then said and you frowned as he dragged you along to what seemed to be the tallest attraction of the whole fair. As you waited in line, you couldn't help but feel nervous as you heard the screams. You debated for a few seconds before grabbing Xue Yang's shirt and clinging to him. He turned his head to look at you before grabbing your hands and removing them from his shirt. You pouted until you felt his arm on your shoulders. You looked at him again before getting a bit closer to him. The line moved quite fast and before you knew it, you were sitting in the front row with the bars already down over your shoulders. You had already grabbed his hand to hold on too and waited for the countdown.

"Ah, couple in the front he? I don't like couples!" The announcer of the ride spoke before you were suddenly launched off into the first loop. You screamed loudly for the whole ride and when you arrived back in the loading station, your hair was a mess and Xue Yang was most likely in pain.

"Oh, someone's getting dumped!" The announcer joked as the bars lifted. You quickly got out of the ride and waited for Xue Yang before leaving the attraction.

"I hate that... I need food." You said, looking around for a food stand. Once again, you were dragged to another stand. The food seemed very greasy and unhealthy, but you could care less as Xue Yang ordered the food. You waited at the table and Xue Yang made his way back with the food and you smiled, thanking him as you helped him put down the food. Just then, your phone rang and you pulled it out of your pocket.

"Ah, it's my mom..." "Take it, I don't mind." He said as he took a bite out of his own food. You nodded with a smile, sliding the icon to the green phone thingy and then put it on your ear.

"Where are you?!" She screeched and you pulled the phone away from your ear, hissing in pain. The smile you had was already gone as you tried to think for an answer. Xue Yang looked at you before grabbing your phone.

"Don't worry ma'am, I'll get your daughter home safely after our date." And then he hung up, handing you your phone like he had not just done that. You took it, turning your phone off before taking a bite of your food.

"Wah, this is good." You said, taking another bite happily. "You learn something new everyday." He said before taking his own phone, holding it out to you.

"Put your number in." He said as he continued to eat. You took another bite before putting down your cutlery and taking the phone. After putting your number in, you handed the phone back and continued to eat.

You went to a few more places, winning a few more plushies (whish Xue Yang gave to you this time) and then came the time to go home. It was already 10 pm by now and 10:30 pm when you arrived at your house. You could see your mother by the door, glaring at the two of you. You got off and gave him the helmet you wore.

"Thanks for today, it was really fun." You smiled and he smirked, sitting on his bike.

"Tomorrow as well?" "Sure." You said before acing on impulse again and kissing his cheek before going to your house, dragging the bag of plushies behind you. You entered the house, ignoring the stares from both of your parents and going to your room. You closed the door and laid on your bed.

Yeah, you were grounded for 2 weeks the next day. You had already sent the info to Xue Yang, but he had only read it. You on the other hand, were literally locked in your room by your parents (and you had no key or inside lock yourself) and you were just laying on your bed. You didn't want to study and you had nothing else in your room besides your phone, yet had no internet since your parents had blocked you from the network. How you had survived until 3 pm was a miracle.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a knock on your window. You jumped up and stared at the window. There was Xue Yang, his famous smirk already making you feel happy as you walked to the window and opened it.

"What are you doing here?" "Picking you up of course. Saving the princess from her locked room." He teased and you looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"I need to change, wait down there. And hide!" You whispered and he nodded, climbing down the tree again. You quickly changed into your favorite outfit (which might have matched a bit with Xue Yang) and pulled some shoes on before taking your wallet and phone. You turned off the light of your room and climb out of the window and down the tree. Xue Yang was waiting there with his motorcycle. It was then that you noticed the panther keychain that hung on the motorcycles key. You smiled before grabbing the helmet he held out. You got on before flinching when you heard your mother screech once again, hanging out of your window as she screamed at you.

"Go, go, go!" You exclaimed and you drove off again to your next destination. You arrived at an arcade.

"Let me guess, you're good at shooting games?" You asked and he shrugged as he pulled the keys from his motorcycle. You went inside and the happy music made you happy immediately. You started to game, Xue Yang showing you how to do everything as you moved from game to game. By the end (5 hours later), you had about 300 tickets and you had probably wasted tons of money. Now it was to decide what to get with the tickets. You didn't want another plushie, so the plushie section was excluded, and the other side was mostly kid stuff. The only thing that you could see was jewelry. And most wasn't your style, but you didn't get to choose as Xue Yang handed the man the tickets. You looked at him as the man handed him a box and he nodded before pulling you out of the arcade.

"What you get?" You asked and he looked at you before telling you to turn around. You did before smiling when you saw a necklace in front of you before he locked it around your neck. You looked down at the necklace, it being a small panther cub necklace.

You smiled again and turned back around. He rolled his eyes at you bright smile before handing you the helmet. You put it on and sat behind him again. He brought you back home like before and once again, your mother was once again at the door. You could care less as you dismounted the motorcycle and handed him the helmet once again.

"Keep the window open." He whispered and your eyes widened in shock.

"You're going to get me end up with bars on my window." You joked and he chuckled. You then leaned up, quickly kissing him before walking to your house and leaving behind a shocked Xue Yang. You once again ignored your mothers screeching, locking yourself in your room once again. You could hear the door lock from the outside and sighed, quickly changing into sweatpants and a hoodie before opening your window. You leaned out of your window, looking down to see Xue Yang. His motorcycle was parked behind your house and he was hiding behind the tree.

"Xue Yang!" You whisper-yelled and he looked up before smirking, starting to climb. Once he reached your window, he climbed inside your room and you closed the window again. You didn't lock it, so that if necessary he could escape quickly. You laid on your bed and after taking his choose and jacket off, he laid next to you. You turned to face him and he laid his arm underneath your head. You laid your head on his arm, still looking at him with a small smile. You staid like that until you fell asleep, not caring if your parents would find you like this as you hugged the man next to you.

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8:00am : When We Cut The Cake

A Wedding Day 

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2122

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Oral Fem Receiving, PIV sex, semi-public sex)  mentions of vomit , implied age gap, pregnancy, family drama, fluff.

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Notes: Does anybody else get super nervous before they post a story? I get so nervous. Why?

“Almost ready honey?” Jack asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, just one sec” you said, fastening the last bobby pin into the veil. “Alright no peaking when I come out-”

“Sugar, our appointment time is at-”

“Jack please,” you whined. “It will just take a moment, and you’re not allowed to give me sass today because I will get my pay back tonight when we cut the cake.”

You heard him chuckle from behind the door, “alright darlin’ my eyes are closed.”

You cracked open the door to make sure he was telling the truth. “No peeking,” you warned, stepping out so that you could be in full view.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a smirk.

“Alright - you can open.”

He opened his eyes, giving you the once over and whistling. “Well, look at you. My mamma forced me to go to church all my life, and they never mentioned anything about letting angels walk around on earth... but here you are.” 

“oh yeah, that’s me, proper virgin Mary.” You turned around to look in the stand up mirror in front of you. You weren’t showing a lot, but enough to make you feel bloated and icky. It had been weeks, but the morning sickness persisted.

He came up behind you, placing his hands on your stomach and resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you looked at each other in the mirror for a moment. 

Jack was in his Sunday best and you in the only white dress you could find at the boutique in town. You two were not pressed for money but considering the circumstances, and how sick you still felt, both you and Jack decided to keep the wedding low key. You didn’t need a big wedding anyway, neither did Jack.

“I don’t look dumb?” you asked.

He looked at you seriously “now sugar, why on earth would you say that?”

You adjusted the dress a little, frowning. “I don’t think either of our families are thrilled about the surprise. You know, one second we were both single, then the next we were pregnant and engaged… The age thing doesn’t help either. Then the people at the courthouse, they’re probably going to judge too-”

He spun you around so you were facing him. “If anybody says anything to you - then you tell me and I will deal with it. I don’t care who they are. You understand?”

You looked into his eyes, remembering how angry he had been the day you found out you were pregnant. “You still want this, right?”

“Yes. Do you?”

“Of course. I’m just making sure.”

He put his hands on your belly again. “Trust me sugar, nothin’ would make me happier than standing up there with you and telling the entire world how much I love you. I do not give a flyin’ fuck what anybody else has to say about it, because frankly it is none of their goddamn  business. You understand?”

You nodded. He spun you back around so he could hug you from behind again. You giggled and scrunched up your nose as he pressed little kisses to your cheek, then neck. 

Sunlight drifted in through the lace curtain, bathing the room in an amber glow. The two of you, together, it looked right. You had never felt more safe than when you were with Jack. He had collected the pieces of your broken heart and glued them back together one by one, and you did the same for him. 

For the first time in a long time, he was excited about the future because he knew he wouldn’t be alone. 

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him softly.

He smiled “how much I love you.”

You returned the smile. Feeling that familiar sting in the corners of your eyes. It seemed as though recently you had little control over these kinds of shifts in emotion. The last few weeks had been a lot. “Fuck,” you laughed “I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the ceremony.”

Jack noticed and kissed your cheek again and shushed you gently. “No need for that, you’ll ruin your makeup darlin’.”

“I love you too,” you told him.

“So let's get married. Come on” he said, giving your ass a light tap - before going over to grab his hat from the bed. “Or do I have to pick you up and carry you there myself?”

“I bet you wouldn’t even be able t -” you challenged.

Before you could even finish the sentence, Jack placed his hat on his head and scooped you up bridal style. You giggled all the way down the stairs.

-

The wedding was lovely. The courthouse was one of the oldest buildings in the county, built in 1796. It was a grand building, full of white stone columns, with a clock tower that made it the tallest structure in miles. The ceremony was brief. You and Jack were smiling like idiots the entire time.

A little while later, you hosted a backyard reception with your family and friends.

-

“Hey- I need you” you whispered, hooking your arm in your husbands and pulling him away from the group of people he was standing with. 

“Why? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” he asked, placing a hand on your belly.

“Yes. Sorry, nothing like that just...you’ll see” you pulled him into the laundry room and shut the door behind you. Without another word, you leaned up and kissed him. He was surprised at first, but was soon kissing you back - trying to keep up.

You pulled away breathless and kept your voice low, “OK I need a favor.”

Jack’s brows were still knit in confusion. “anything.” 

 “I need you to fuck me.”

“Now?” he asked, a little too loud. You gave him a stern look and his voice softened “now?”

“Yes” you whined. “Tonight is too far away,” you gave him those puppy dog eyes “please?”

He put his hands on his hips and looked down at you, laughing a little. “Twice this morning wasn’t enough?”

You kicked idly at the floor with your shoe “no... but if you don’t want to-”

He was quick to cut you off “no, no. I want to…. but sugar, we got a whole house full of people, why don’t we go upstairs?”

“I want to save that for our real first time,” you said. 

Recently it seemed as though if you weren’t bed ridden from nausea you were all over him, begging for him to fuck you. Jack didn’t mind, of course, he enjoyed seeing you feel better…. and you know, the sex wasn’t too bad either. The record had been four times in one day. At his age, he was pretty proud of that. 

The cowboy laughed and glanced out the frosted glass window. Shadows of people moved back and forth. “What if they hear us?”

You gave him a little smirk “then I guess you’ll just have to keep me quiet.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, then took your hand to pull you in for a bruising kiss. He pulled you flush against him, exploring your mouth with his tongue, before breaking the kiss and spinning you around. 

He nudged you gently with his body, boxing you in against the dryer. 

“This okay?” he whispered, bringing a hand around to your stomach once more.

“Yeah” you said, then felt his hand move to the buttons on the back of the dress. “Don’t bother - keep it on.”

“Whatever you say Mrs. Daniels.” 

He got on his knees behind you, large hands brushing the back of your thighs and pushing your dress up over your waist. He smirked at the lacy panties you had on, hooking a finger in them and pulling them down. They fell to your ankles; he helped you kick them off easily. 

In one fluid motion, he lifted you up a little and put his mouth on you from behind. You suppressed a groan  hen grabbed at a towel to bite down on and muffle your sounds. 

He swiped his skilled tongue through your slick folds, loving how you tasted. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed his tongue inside of you. His hand came up, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing until he left a little red mark. 

He continued licking into you, flicking his tongue against your clit as you squirmed under his touch. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to come crashing into you. You bit down hard on the fabric of the towel, trying and failing to stifle a moan. 

“Holyfuck Jack,” you breathed, when he finally broke away. 

You felt him move your veil to the side so he could plant sloppy kisses to your neck, his hands quickly undoing the loops on his belt. “Was that good honey?” he knew it was, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“I know what you’re doing,” you giggled. 

He pretended to be offended “what? Trying to make sure I’ve satisfied my wife?”

Hearing him referred to you as his wife turned you on even more. That need settled between your legs again. Jack’s arm came to hook around your waist while the other came to steady himself on the dryer. 

You shuddered as he dragged his cock along your folds, teasing you. 

His voice was dark with lust “you ready darlin’?”

As soon as you nodded, he moved his hand from your waist, clamping it over your mouth as he pushed inside you. You threw your head back and allowed your eyes to close again. The feeling of him stretching you out made you clench around his cock. He always felt so big from behind. 

He ground his hips into you slowly, his hand buzzing with the sound of your moans.

Soon he fell into a steady pace, pumping into you as your hips bucked to meet each thrust. His breaths fell heavy on your ear. The two of you were so lost in bliss you nearly forgot about the party outside. 

The handle to the laundry room door twisted and was pushed open only a crack before Jack’s hand came out and slammed it shut again.

“Is y/n in there?” a woman’s voice called from behind the door. It was one of your aunts, you realized. 

You felt Jack’s hand press a little harder into your mouth. “Yep, she’ll be out in a second,” he responded, never slowing his pace. “Morning sickness is a bitch, gotta get the stain out of her dress.”

“Oh, alright,” the woman said, “tell her to find me once you’re done, we want to get a picture for Facebook.”

“Will do,” Jack responded, then pulled out of you - spinning you around to face him before slamming into you again. 

He removed his hand from your mouth and replaced it with his lips. Growling against your lips as he continued to pump into you; he was trying to hold out until you came first. He wanted to make sure your needs were taken care of before his. 

He could tell that you were close by the way you clung onto him, the muscles in your body tensing as he built up the pleasure in your core. When you finally fell apart, he made sure to kiss you a little harder - absorbing the sound of your cries with his mouth. 

He was not far behind and soon you were both left, disheveled and out of breath. He kissed you on the cheek and nuzzled the side of your neck, breathing in the smell of hairspray.  Jack knew that the two of you had to go back out there, but he wished he could stay in there with you all night. 

He finally pulled back, studying your face for a moment before saying, “look at that, didn’t even smudge your lipstick. Am I good or what?”

“It’s a stain Jack. Cover Girl gets the credit here” you teased, patting the side of his face before reaching down to pick up your panties from the ground.

He started to dress himself again as well “you just wait, I still got two more tries tonight. I bet that mascara is gonna look wonderful running down your pretty little face.”

“Two, huh?” 

“What?..... Three? Christ darlin’ you’re gonna put me in the goddamn hospital you know that? If I throw my back out again you are gonna have to explain to Ginger how it happened this time.” He reached up to straighten your veil as you adjusted his tie. Then he offered you his arm. “Alright baby girl, you up for a dance or two?”