#and yeah I know I’m kinda late but still

[ivyues]

Laptop Delivery - Bang Chan

Practice got a little more eventful thanks to an forgotten laptop.

It was a peaceful morning. Fresh from your shower, you padded into your kitchen, planning to grab a quick breakfast before heading to uni. But something on the counter stopped you in your tracks – Chris' laptop.  

Your heart sank. He’d stayed over last night but had to leave early for dance practice. The sight of his laptop sitting on the counter screamed trouble. Normally, he wouldn’t bring it over – it was too precious, filled with tracks, demos, and other vital material for the group. You knew his schedule was packed, and forgetting something this important could only mean bad news.

You snapped a picture of it and sent it to him with the caption:

"Forgot something?”

Still, you couldn’t shake the thought that it might be much more important. Without hesitation, you called him, even though you knew he was at practice.  

After a few rings, he picked up, slightly breathless. "Hey, baby. I’m… kinda at practice right now – what’s up?"  

"Did you leave your laptop here on purpose?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.  

"What?" His voice was sharp with confusion. "No, I thought I— wait, let me check the picture you send me."  

A muffled curse followed as realization hit. "Oh shit, no. I’ve got a meeting with some producers right after practice. I can’t believe I left it there." His tone was laced with stress.  

Chris hesitated. "I—" he started, then stopped himself. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head. He was probably considering rushing back to your place after practice, which would make him late for the meeting. Worse, you wouldn’t even be there to open the door since you'd already be at uni by then.

"I… could… bring it to you," you offered cautiously, knowing what value the device had to the group.  

"Really? Would that be possible?" His voice softened, a mixture of relief and guilt.  

"Yeah, but I’d have to leave now. I still have uni today," you said, already moving to grab your things.  

"Ah, that's amazing. You're an angel," he said warmly. "I’ll text you the room number."  

Skipping breakfast, you grabbed his laptop and headed out. On the way, you planned to stop by a bakery for something quick after the delivery, before heading straight to class.  

-----

At the JYP building, you knocked lightly on the practice room door, despite Chris’ text saying you could walk right in. The door opened to reveal Felix, his face lighting up with a grin.  

"Hey!" he greeted, pulling you into a quick hug.  

"Hi, Lix," you replied with a small smile. From across the room, Chris’s head shot up, his eyes locking on you. Relief and affection softened his expression as he quickly made his way towards you.  

"Hey," he murmured, stopping just in front of you.  

"Hi," you replied, reaching into your bag to pull out his laptop. As soon as the sleek silver device emerged, the room fell silent.  

The members froze, eyes wide. It wasn’t just a laptop to them; they knew what was inside – tracks, demos, lyrics, everything. The fact that you were holding it was proof of something bigger: the trust Chris had in you.

But before anyone could speak, Chris gently pulled you into the room, his fingers brushing your cheeks as he softly pulled your mask down.  

And then, he kissed you.  

It was natural, familia – something the two of you had done countless times before. But here, in the quiet practice room, with – unbeknownst to you – all eyes on you, it felt different. His lips were warm and soft, a silent expression of gratitude and love.  

The members didn’t move, still processing what they were seeing. None of them had expected this. Sure, they knew how much Chris cared about you, but seeing it displayed so openly caught them off guard.  

When he finally pulled back, his ears burned red, and he muttered a sheepish "I’ll call you later, okay? Thanks again.”, as he took the laptop from your hands.  

You, cheeks blazing, barely managed a nod as you stepped back. The silence lingered for a beat longer before you mumbled, Y-yeah. Bye, everyone.”

You turned and left, closing the door behind you.  

The moment the door clicked shut, chaos erupted.  

"YAH, HYUNG!"  

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"PDA MUCH?!”

"Channie hyung, what was that?!"

"Wow, so smooth. Too bad your ears give you away."  

Outside, you heard the screaming teasing very clearly and couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks still burning as you walked down the hallway. Chris could handle the teasing – he brought it upon himself after all.  

[heart-eyed-love]

Charms

Summary | Eddie has a small gift for you before you both leave for Christmas break

Contains | Fem!Reader, Friends-to-Lovers, Cursing

Word Count | 1.2k

An | Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates, this is coming out late :( but I hope everyone had a good day!

It was the last day before Christmas break, and you were more than relieved to say the least. You need a 2 week break away from this shit hole. And while you had your friends, you still needed a break from this place.

You were gonna go visit some of your family members during the break, not the plans you had originally hoped for, but in your opinion just about anything was better than this school.

You had slightly brought up to your friends in passing that you were gonna be out of town during break, but it wasn’t something you had necessarily thought they’d care to remember. And it wasn’t something you’d be offended about them forgetting either way, you knew something you tend to fade to the background of settings.

So that afternoon, as you shoved all the books and papers you’d no longer need in your backpack over this break back into your locker, you let yourself sigh in relief as you now held a significantly lighter backpack.

“Hey…” The voice sneaks up behind you, causing you to jump. And when you turn to look at the source and smirking Eddie comes into view.

“Hi?” You answer back, raised brows at the boy in front of you, “What’s up?” You ask, shutting your locker as you do, and he can’t help but take notice of the jangling of your charm bracelet he knows all too well.

“Oh you know, nothing much. Excited to get out of here?”

“Yeah, I mean, who isn’t? It’s school… so I’m pretty sure everyone is eager to get out of here… aren’t you?” You ask back, looking up at the boy in front of you. Even after hanging out with him and the hellfire, you still feel a little awkward around him.

“Oh yeah totally, I’m gonna spend my whole break probably getting high, and doing jack shit, you know, basically the whole point of the break for me, right?” He’s all smirky and it’s so distracting when he gets like this… well when he gets like this with you. You never completely got used to the times where you’re the center of his attention.

“Yeah, right… Sounds nice…” You nod softly as you throw your backpack over your shoulder.

“It will be… if you weren’t going out of town I’d invite you over…” He’s hasn’t necessarily gone shy but he’s not as confident as he normally is and it’s throwing you off a bit. And If what he says is true, and he’d really like to invite you over, you’d take that over this trip to see a few family members who don’t necessarily give too much of a shit about you. But no. Now you have to miss out on the one thing you’ve always wanted.

“That sounds a lot better than having to go hang out with a bunch of family members who don’t even know who I am…” You chuckle slightly to yourself, and he smiles sweetly back at you and you can’t help yourself from feeling distracted from the look on his face.

“Yeah? Well that’s kinda why I came over here…” He pulls his back from his shoulder and unzips it, digging through it for a second, before pulling out a poorly wrapped box. A small bow sitting on top of it. Your brows raise in question, “Uhm… I got you something… you know, for Christmas.” He smiles.

“Oh shit, really? I- I didn’t get you anything….” You feel bad immediately, you had no idea he was gonna get you a gift, if you had you wouldn’t allow yourself to go all out for him like you always truly wanted.

“Oh no! No, don’t worry about it… it’s more like just so you don’t forget about us while you’re gone…”

“Forget about you?”

“Yeah, you know… Hellfire… me.” He smirks. To be quite frank he didn’t give a shit about Hellfire in this stance, forget about them all you want just don’t go forgetting about him.

“I’m only gonna be gone for like 2 weeks, if that.” You say with a teasing laugh, that has the soft smile reappearing on his face, and you don’t notice it, but his face heats up.

“Yeah, well here anyways…” He hands the box with a shrug.

You grab the box from him with a smile, “Do you want me to open it now?”

“Yeah, go for it…”

You pull the nicely tied bow from the top, leaving only the terribly wrapped box, and you couldn’t help but feel a swarm of butterflies. It was cute. He was cute. “Sorry, apparently I’m shit at wrapping.” He chuckled lightly.

“It’s alright.” You smile up at him, before looking back down to ripping the paper off the gift and a small box is now in front of you, Eddie grabs the wrapping paper from your hands for you, shoving it into his backpack.

You open the box and a small charm is revealed to you, it’s a small black bat. It’s beautiful, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a charm. It reminds you more of Eddie than the rest of the boys and you can’t help but like it more for that fact.

Eddie inspects your face as you look at the charm. He saw it at the mall while he was trying to find something for Wayne and for some reason he just needed to get it for. But damn, for some reason this small piece of metal was more expensive than he thought it needed to be.

But whatever it was for you anyways.

“You like it?” He asks, slightly nervous at the lack of words coming from you.

You look up from the charm in the box and see that smidge of fear in his face, “What? Oh my gosh! Yes, of course!” And the smile you love so much graces his face, “I love it, thank you, Eddie.”

“I’m glad you like it… thought it would go nice with all the other ones you have…” He lets his fiddle with the charm bracelet on your wrist, and you blush a tad bit at the feeling of his fingers against it.

“I really do…” You watch as the hallways drain of students and you know your time with him is limited, your bus is gonna leave soon, “My bus is about to leave… but thank you again, Eddie. It means a lot…”

“Yeah, of course… Uh, I mean I could drive you home if you want? Are you leaving today?”

“Oh, uh… No, we’re leaving tomorrow. Like ass crack of dawn.” You roll your eyes.

“Damn, first day of break and you’re still having to walk up early?” He laughs, and you can’t help but smile at the sounds.

“Right? That’s what I said, she just told me to get over it so it looks like I’m waking up early… but uh, yeah… a ride would be really nice…” I nod with a shy smile.

“Sweet, follow me…” He leads you out to his van, one you’ve seen time and time before but only ever rarely been in it. Definitely never just the two of you. He opened the van door for you and everything.

You were definitely gonna come back from break with a gift of your own for him.

[faithshouseofsmut]

Only you|| Lando Norris

Summary — you and Lando are best friends who have feelings for each other

Warnings smut p in v nipple play teasing

Word count 6934

Reposted form my old account which was deleted

You had been friends with Lando for as long as you could remember—back when the world was simpler, and the only thing that mattered was which video game you were going to play or which movie you’d queue up for a late-night marathon. You’d met at the race track a few years ago, and the connection had been instant—easy, comfortable like you’d known each other for years.

But lately, things have been changing. And neither of you was brave enough to address it.

"Hey, you alright?" Lando's voice broke through your thoughts as you fiddled with the edge of your drink, staring into the cup more than you should. He was leaning on the table, casual as ever, but the way his gaze lingered on you for just a fraction too long made your stomach flip.

You blinked, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You sure? You’ve been kinda off tonight.”

“I’m just... not used to these late nights,” you shrugged, a half-lie, but it was easier than admitting what was going on—your thoughts had become a jumbled mess of *Lando this* and *Lando that*, and you were pretty sure that it wasn’t just a passing phase anymore.

Lando tilted his head, clearly considering pushing further, but he just gave a small nod. “Well, if you need me to kick anyone’s ass for you, just say the word.”

You laughed, trying to shake off the tension. “You’re such a dork, Norris.”

He grinned, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed. Like you were still the same two idiots who spent hours arguing about nothing and everything at the same time. But then, for a split second, you saw the way his eyes softened, and for the briefest of moments, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe... maybe he wasn’t joking about being there for you.

Lando felt a pang in his chest at your words—it was so obvious you were deflecting, but he couldn’t press any further without giving himself away. The truth was, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the way his heart sped up whenever you were around, the way his skin tingled whenever your hand accidentally brushed against his.

But he couldn’t say anything. There was too much at stake—the friendship you’d built, the comfort and familiarity of it all. It was too good to lose over a silly, confusing crush.

He sipped his drink, trying to act casual, but he could feel the tension growing between you both—awkward, charged, like the air before a storm. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension, but every opening line he could think of sounded wrong in his head.

Instead, he just settled for watching the way your eyes darted around the room, never really focusing on anything for more than a second. You seemed... off, and the fact that you wouldn’t tell him why was eating him alive.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned a little closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Seriously, you’re sure you’re alright? You can tell me if something’s going on, you know. I mean, we’re friends, right?”

He didn’t miss the way you tensed up at his question, and it sent a pang of anxiety through him. Had he said something wrong? Was he pushing too hard?

You forced another smile, trying to maintain the facade. “Yeah, of course, we’re friends. Just like always,” you said.

Lando’s frown deepened. That wasn’t the response he was expecting. He had a feeling there was more going on than you were letting on, and the thought was driving him crazy.

He chewed on his lower lip, weighing his words. “Then why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me something? You've been acting weird for a while now—you're not as yourself.”

He waited, studying your reaction. There it was again—that flicker in your eye whenever he mentioned something to do with your behavior.

You swallowed hard, the guilt churning in your stomach. You wanted to tell him—you did. But the words lodged in your throat stuck somewhere between fear and uncertainty.

“It's...it's nothing, I promise,” you insisted, trying to keep your tone light.

But Lando wasn’t buying it. He knew you too well at this point—he could read the signs of a lie better than the track maps he studied religiously.

Sighing, Lando set his mug on the coffee table before gently taking yours out of your hand, setting it right next to yours, and holding your hands in his own.

Lando's touch was soft, his eyes fixed intently on yours. The heat from his hands soaked into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Please, just talk to me,” he said, his voice unusually serious. “I know something's not right—I can see it, okay? Do you think I haven't noticed that you've been acting weird around me? And you won't even tell me why.”

You could hear the worry in his voice, see it in the lines of his face. Dammit, you had made Lando Norris worry. Guilt clawed at your chest—you hated that you were the one to cause that look in his eyes.

You swallowed hard, your throat feeling tight. You wanted to pour out all your feelings right then—about how every touch lately made your skin blaze and how you stayed up at night listening to old voice notes he sent you.

But instead, you just sighed, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “It’s just...it’s complicated, okay?”

Lando tilted his head, a silent encouragement to continue. He was listening now, really listening, his gaze never leaving yours. “Did someone hurt you? Because if they did tell me I’ll take care of it.” Lando says slightly panicked he couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt in some way the whole thought made his stomach upset.

Your heart clenched at his words—he was always so protective, so quick to defend you from any possible harm. The thought of him going to bat for you was both endearing and a little heart-breaking.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, I promise,” you reassured him quickly. This wasn’t what you had been worried about, but somehow, your lie only made you feel worse.

“Then darlin tell me what’s bugging you” he pleaded. There was that nickname again. The one that made your heart skip a beat and your palms start to sweat. You bit your lip, hesitating, wondering if you were ready to bear your soul to him like this.

“It’s…it’s stupid, really,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Lando leaned in closer, a crease forming on his forehead. “Hey, look at me,” he said, gently tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “If it’s bothering you like this, it’s not stupid.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his touch, the soft pressure of his fingertips on your skin. Lando was closer now—so close that you could see the flecks of gold in his normally blue eyes. Somehow, despite everything, your feelings for him had only grown, intensified…and there was no burying it anymore.

“It's...it's you,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your heart racing. It was like once you started, the words just kept coming.

"Every time I'm around you, I just...I feel different. Like, I get all fluttery and nervous, and my brain turns to pudding. And I can't stop thinking about you, and...”

You paused, your words catching in your throat. You hadn't meant to dump it all out like that, but once you started, you couldn’t stop.

Lando's eyes widened as you spoke, disbelief and surprise warring on his face. He’d known something was up, but he hadn’t expected this—to hear that you were going through the same things he was.

For a moment, he just sat there, dumbfounded, his grip on your chin still loose but his touch still there. Then, softly, almost reverently, he breathed a single word. “Me?”

You almost laughed—it was so typical for Lando. Even when you were pouring your heart out, the idiot still found some way to be charming.

“Yes, you,” you said flatly, rolling your eyes in a vain attempt to hide your nerves. “Who the hell else would I be talking about?”

Lando chuckled, a soft rumble in his chest, and somehow, you could feel the tension slowly seeping out of the situation.

“I just…I can’t believe it,” he confessed. “I’ve been going crazy over the same thing for months now, I didn’t think you’d…

He trailed off, looking at you with a mix of disbelief and something bordering on awe. You stared at him, your mouth open in surprise. Had he just confessed what you thought he had?

“Wait, back up. You…” You pointed a shaky finger at him, your words coming out in a jumble, “You’ve had a crush on me for months?”

Lando looked sheepish, like a kid caught sneaking cookies. He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish little smile on his face. “Yeah,” he almost winced at the admission, like he expected you to start laughing any moment. “I know, it’s stupid, but I couldn’t help it. Every time we hung out or talked, or even just…it was like I’d just lose my mind.”

He huffed a dry laugh, looking down at his hands, “I never thought…I never thought you felt the same.”

Your heart felt like it could burst out of your chest at his words. Lando Norris, the flirty, carefree prince of Formula 1, had a crush on *you*, a normal, average girl. It didn’t seem real.

“God, we’re both idiots,” you breathed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Lando looked up at you, eyebrows raised, a mixture of amusement and relief on his face. “Why’s that?” he asked, a hint of a smile on the edge of his lips.

You huffed, shaking your head. “Because neither of us had the balls to say anything until now.” Lando barked a laugh, leaning back against the couch. “That’s a fair point.”

He glanced sidelong at you, some of the easy confidence returning to his usual swagger. “Although I have to say, I’m still a little surprised you never noticed.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “How was I supposed to notice? You’re a big flirt. How was I supposed to know I wasn’t just another one on your list?”

“I could never let you be just another girl on my list,” Lando murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as he gazes deeply into your eyes. The weight of his words hangs in the air, and an electric tension envelops the space between you. You can feel your heart racing, each pulse resonating with the intensity of the moment. Lando’s expression is earnest, revealing a vulnerability that makes your breath catch in your throat. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, locked in this intimate moment, where all your past encounters seem to dissolve, and only the possibility of something deeper remains.

Your heartbeat hammers in your chest, a cacophony of emotion swirling inside. Lando's confession is more than your racing mind can handle. You hadn't expected to hear those words from him.

You opened your mouth, trying to find the right response, an appropriate reaction to the raw honesty in his eyes. Yet, no words come out. All you can do is sit there, caught between wanting to believe his words and a lingering uncertainty. His eyes are unwavering, fixed on yours, waiting.

Lando looks at you, his gaze unwavering. He can see the storm of emotions playing over your face, the way your mind is racing to make sense of all this. But he isn’t deterred. For him, this isn’t just another flirty banter, another attempt to charm someone into a night of fun. This is real—the realest he’s ever felt about anything in his life.

He reaches out, his fingertips just barely brushing your cheek. The touch is light, and gentle, as if he’s afraid of scaring you away with too much pressure.

The soft touch of his fingertips against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in your mind. And yet, despite the confusion and surprise, you find yourself leaning into his touch, almost unconsciously.

“I mean it,” Lando says softly as if reading the unspoken doubt in your silence. His eyes are earnest and intense. “I don’t just… I don’t just ‘flirt’ with everyone. You’re… you’re different.”

Your heart clenches at his words, his quiet honesty. Part of you wants to believe him, to take a leap of faith and trust that this isn’t just empty words. But the other part, the part ruled by doubt and fear, keeps you rooted in place.

“How am I different?” you ask quietly, barely daring to meet his gaze. Lando takes a moment to think before answering, his fingers still tracing light circles on your cheek. His touch is soothing, and grounding—a small patch of calm in the whirlpool of emotions.

“You’re different because you’re *you*,” he finally replies, his voice firm, certain. “You’re not just another girl I flirt with. You’ve been my friend forever. You know me better than anyone. And yet, somehow, you still like me. For me, not just for the thrill of it all.”

The words hit you like a wrecking ball, knocking the air right out of your lungs. He was right. You had been more than willing to accept Lando for all his flaws, his quirks, his vices—everything that made him who he was. And somehow, miraculously, he was offering you the same in return.

“But what if it doesn’t work out?” you whisper, your voice wavering, betraying the lingering threads of doubt. Lando's expression softens, his touch becoming more gentle, more reassuring. “I can’t promise we’re going to be perfect, darling,” he admits quietly. “There’ll be rough spots, I know that. But I can promise I’ll be there for you, through all of it.”

He takes a breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “I can promise I’ll try, with everything I’ve got. To make you happy, to keep you safe, to be good for you.” You look up at Lando, your heart in your throat. Everything in you wants to believe in his words, in the sincerity behind his eyes. But the fear of the unknown, the uncertainty of what the future holds, still whispers doubts in your ear.

“I want to believe you, Lando. I do,” you confess, your voice barely audible. “But I’m scared. I’m scared of getting hurt, of losing what we already have.”

“I know,” Lando nods, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “I get it. I’m scared too.”

He takes a moment, swallowing hard. “But I’m also tired. I’m tired of pretending. Tired of dancing around what both of us have been feeling for months now.”

His hand cups your face then, his touch becoming firmer, more certain. “I’m tired of not having you as more than a friend. And I think...I think you are, too.”

Your eyes flutter shut at his touch, your breath catching in your throat. You hate that he’s right, hate the way his words resonate deep within you. You had been longing for this for months—years if you were being honest with yourself.

You open your eyes again, meeting his gaze. The fear is still there, the doubts still niggling at the edge of your mind, but now...now they’re overpowered by something else. Hope.

“Lando?”

Lando lets out a quiet hum, keeping his gaze fixed on you. He looks as if he’s almost holding his breath, waiting for you to speak.

“Yeah?” he replies, his voice soft, almost tentative.

“Kiss me please?” you ask your voice barely above a whisper. Lando’s eyes widened a fraction, the shock on his face quickly giving way to a look of breathless awe. He looks at you like he can’t quite believe what you’ve just said.

But then, his lips pull into a smile—a bright, brilliant, beautiful smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he breathes out, and then his hand moves from your cheek to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in towards him. The moment your lips meet his, it's like the world disappears. All the noise, the worries, the doubts, they all melt away, leaving nothing but the sensation of Lando's lips on yours.

His mouth is warm, gentle at first, and then with growing confidence as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him. His touch is electrifying, sending shockwaves through your body as his hands pull you onto his lap.

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and tasting the sweetness of his lips. You’ve been craving this for so long—years of yearning compressed into this single moment of release. His hands move under your shirt, skimming over the bare skin of your back, making you shiver against his touch.

The kiss seems to go on forever—a sweet, slow, burning kind of kiss that makes the outside world fade completely. There’s only Lando, only the heat of his body against yours, the pounding of your heart, the way his tongue teases yours, sending sparks straight to your veins.

Finally, you break apart, both of you gasping for air, your foreheads pressed together as you cling to each other. Lando’s eyes are dark, pupils dilated with something primal, something possessive. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers, breathless, his hand still tracing patterns across your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“I think I might have some idea,” you reply, your breathing still ragged. “You’ve made it pretty damn obvious, you know.”

You can see the hint of a cocky grin on Lando’s face as he ducks his head, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Can you blame me?” he mumbles against your skin, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. “You’re pretty damn irresistible.”

The feel of his teeth, the scrape of his stubble against your skin…it’s driving you insane. Every nerve in your body is on fire, every sense keyed into his touch, his breath, his voice. “I feel like I’ve been going crazy,” Lando murmurs as he nips at your earlobe. “Months of trying to keep my hands off you, trying to pretend I didn’t want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I thought I was going to lose my goddamn mind.”

“Imagine what it’s been like for me,” you reply, your voice hitching as he finds a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear. “Watching you smile and flirt with everyone but me. Listening to you talk about your dates…it was torture.”

Lando pulls back at that, his expression turning apologetic. “God, I’m sorry, darling. But you weren’t exactly making it easy for me either, you know. Looking all cute and pretty and…yeah,” he finishes lamely, his face reddening.

You can’t help but smirk at that. “Not my fault you can’t handle a little temptation,” you tease, poking his chest lightly. Lando huffs, his competitiveness flaring as he nips at your finger. “Oh, I can handle temptation just fine,” he retorts with a hint of a growl. “I’ve been handling it for months, thank you very much.”

He pulls you back onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you, possessive, and suddenly his mouth is on your neck again, his teeth scraping over your pulse point, making you gasp

“You were handling it, were you?” you tease between gasps, arching against him as his tongue trails down the column of your throat. “Doesn’t seem like you were handling it very well…”

His hands slide under your shirt, his touch roaming over your back, your waist, his thumbs dipping under the edge of your bra.

“Trust me, love,” Lando says in a low voice, his hands mapping out every inch of your skin, “You have no idea what kind of self-control I’ve had to exercise. There were times I wanted to pin you against a wall and just…”

His words trail off, but the way his hands grip your hips, the way he tugs you flush against him, make it pretty clear what he wanted to do. “What stopped you, then?” you ask, biting back a moan as his lips find your collarbone, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. “You seemed to have no problem going after every other girl you wanted…

Lando lets out a soft huff, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his breath warm on your skin. “Because it was never just a one-night thing, darling,” he mutters, almost too quiet to hear. “None of them…they weren’t you.”

His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and when he looks at you, there’s a vulnerability in his eyes that’s almost staggering.

Your heart clenches at his words, the raw honesty in his eyes robbing you of speech. You’d expected flirty charm and cocky banter, but this…this was something else altogether. Lando Norris, the heartthrob of Formula 1, the man who could have any girl he wanted, was admitting to you, just you, that he’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted you

“Lando I need you so bad,” you say hoping for something to happen between you. Lando’s breath hitches at your words, his grip on you tightening slightly as if he’s barely holding himself back. “Yeah?” he breathes out, his voice shaky, laced with desire. “How bad, darling?”

“Bad enough that I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you confess, your voice quivering. Everything in you is on fire, every nerve endings craving his touch, his lips, his body. You want him, desperately, urgently, and you can see in his eyes that he wants you just as badly.

Lando curses under his breath, his hands gripping your hips as he holds you against him. You feel the hardness of his arousal against you, and the knowledge nearly makes you dizzy. Lando leans forward, his lips finding your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you, darling,” he murmurs, his voice rough, gravelly with need. “Show me,” you breathe out, your voice hoarse, filled with aching need. “I want to see. I want to know.”

Lando lets out a low moan, his fingers digging into your hips as he turns you so you’re laying on your back on the couch, with him hovering over you, his weight pressing you into the cushion.

His lips are back on your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as his hands slide under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and off, revealing your bare stomach. His mouth follows the path of his hands, leaving a trail of scorching kisses down to the edge of your bra.

Lando looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a silent question in his gaze. You nod, breathless, your body yearning for his touch. Lando hooks a finger under the elastic of your bra, the touch of his knuckles against your skin making you shudder. He tugs the bra off, tossing it onto the floor, and then leans forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

His hands roam over your bare chest, fingers dancing over your sensitive skin, igniting a thousand little fires everywhere he touches.

Lando moves his kisses from your lips down to your chest, his mouth trailing down to the valley between your breasts. You arch against him, your body craving more, needing more of his touch, more of him.

“God, you’re stunning,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice wavering, filled with awe. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long, darling…so damn long…”

“I’m right here,” you gasp out, arching your back as his lips close around one nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. “It’s not just you who’s been going crazy, you know…I’ve wanted this too, god, so many times I thought I was going to go crazy…”

Lando chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending another wave of heat through you. “Good to know I haven’t been the only one going mad,” he murmurs, his mouth trailing down your stomach, his hands roaming over your sides. “I couldn’t focus in a race for weeks just thinking about you like this, darling, about how you’d look, how you’d feel…how you’d taste…”

He kisses the inside of your hip, his facial hair scraping against your skin, and then his thumbs are hooking under the waistband of your sweatpants, beginning to pull them down. You lift your hips to help him tug them off, your heart hammering against your ribs in anticipation.

Lando looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of bare skin. He curses under his breath, his pupils dilated with desire. “God, look at you,” he mutters, running a trembling hand down your side. “You’re so perfect…so goddamn perfect…”

He moves between your legs, his hands gripping your hips, his touch firm but gentle. “All these months, I’d fantasize about this, about you, laid out like this just for me,” he mumbles, leaning down to press kisses along your inner thighs. “I never thought I’d get to see it for real…”

“I never thought I’d let you see,” you reply breathlessly, your hands tangling in his hair. “But I’m all yours now, Lando. All yours. Show me what you’ve been thinking about…”

Lando groans at your words, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip as he positions himself between your legs. His lips are back on your skin, kissing and sucking and nipping, slowly moving up your thigh until you can feel his breath against your aching core.

“You’re sure?” he asks in a gravelly voice, his eyes meeting yours.

You nod, words failing you. Desire is coursing through your veins like a drug, making you dizzy and needy and aching for more. “Please, Lando,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I need you…don’t make me wait anymore….”

Lando lets out another low moan, his breath hot against your skin. “God, I love it when you beg,” he mutters, his voice rough with desire. “I’m gonna give you everything you need, darling…everything you want…

His mouth finally finds your core, and it’s almost enough to make you scream. His tongue is doing glorious things, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from bucking against him, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“L-Lando,” you gasp out brokenly, your hands twisting in his hair, holding on for dear life.

Lando hums against you, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. His grip on your hips tightens as his tongue continues its wicked dance, bringing you closer and closer to the edge

“God, you taste even better than I imagined,” he mutters, his words muffled against your skin. “I want to hear you, darling…want to know I’m making you feel good….”

You can’t help but obey, his words and his touch driving you to the brink of madness. A steady stream of moans and gasps falls from your lips, and Lando groans in response like he’s enjoying your pleasure just as much as you are.

Just when you think you can’t take any more, Lando’s mouth moves away from your core, leaving you feeling bereft, aching with unfulfilled need.

“Why’d you stop?” you gasp out, looking down at him with hazy eyes. Lando grins at you, his lips glistening with your desire.

“Because I’m not done with you yet, darling,” he murmurs as he moves back up your body, his body settling on top of you, his weight pressing you into the couch. “You’re cruel, you know,” you murmur, a shiver running through you as you feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against you. “Leaving me like that…all needy and aching for you.

“You’ll just have to suffer a little while longer,” Lando replies, his voice dripping with feigned innocence, his lips curving into a smirk. He nips at your shoulder, then brushes his lips against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Just think about how good it’ll feel when I finally give you what you want, love…how good I’m going to make you feel…”

You whine in frustration, arching against him, your body desperate for release. Lando laughs against your skin, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a thousand little fires everywhere he touches.

“Look at you, all needy for me,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly with desire. “God, I love seeing you like this…all desperate and begging…I could get addicted to it, you know.”

You’re helpless against him, your body putty in his skillful hands. Every touch, every press of his lips is sending electricity through your veins, lighting up your nerves. You’re so close to the edge, clinging to it desperately as Lando continues to drive you wild.

“Please, Lando, please,” you plead, your voice breathless, desperate. “I need you…I need you so much…I need…I need…”

“What do you need, love?” Lando murmurs, his fingers tracing a path up your inner thigh, dancing ever closer to where you need him most. “You’ll have to use your words, darling…I want to hear you say it…”

You let out a strangled moan, your body quivering with tension. “I need…I need you to touch me,” you finally manage to gasp out, your voice thick with need. “Please, Lando…make me feel good…I can’t take anymore…I can’t…”

Lando lets out a low growl at your words, his hand finally moving to where you need him most. His fingers dip between your folds, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and stroking it lightly, making you shudder in ecstasy.

“You’re so damn wet, love,” he mutters, his voice rough with desire. “So goddamn responsive for me ... .I've just been touching you for a few minutes and you’re already falling apart in my arms “Feels…feels so good,” you gasp out, your body arching against his touch. Your senses are completely overwhelmed, your whole world narrowed down to the feeling of Lando’s fingers, the sound of his voice, the feel of his weight on top of you. Everything else is distant, hazy, and insignificant compared to him.

“That’s it, darling,” Lando murmurs, his fingers moving more quickly, his touch firmer. “Let go…I’ve got you…I’m right here…I’m gonna take care of you.”

His other hand is cupping your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his eyes fixed on yours, dark, possessive, intense.

“I need to feel you,” you gasp out between moans, your body clenching tight around his fingers. “Please, Lando…I want you…I need you….”

Lando’s breath hitches at your words, his eyes darkening even further. “God, you have no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, his voice shaking. “You’re goddamn perfect, you know that? Perfect and mine. All mine…”

“More,” you murmur, your body pleading for release. “Please, Lando, more…I need more….”

Lando’s thumb is circling over your clit, his fingers moving deeper, faster, driving you to the brink of insanity. “Is this enough, darling?” he asks, his voice rough but his touch still gentle. “Or do you need even more? Tell me what you want, love…I’ll give you whatever you need.

“You.” The word comes out barely coherent, but you manage to force it out in a gasp. “I want you. I need you. All of you. I can’t take this anymore, Lando. I can’t…please…please…please….”

Lando’s eyes widen at your words, a guttural moan escaping his lips. “Christ, darlin’,” he mutters, his voice tight with control, “you keep talking like that, and that’ll be over before it even starts.”

“Then don’t make me wait anymore,” you beg, your body trembling with need. “Please, Lando, I don’t think I can take it…I need to feel you…I need you now…”

Lando’s fingers continue their torturous rhythm, his other hand holding your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. You can see the struggle for control in his eyes, the tension in his body, the barely contained desire. He’s just as desperate as you are, just as needy

“Are you sure, darlin?” he asks, his voice strained with self-control. “Once I give you what you want, I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to hold back anymore…I’ll take you right here and now, just like you want…are you sure you’re ready for that…?”

You’ve never been more certain of anything in your life. You nod, the word tumbling out of you, pleading, desperate. “Yes. Yes. God, Lando…yes, I’m ready. More than ready. I want you, all of you. Now. Please…”

A guttural moan escapes Lando’s lips at your words, the sound raw and primal. “God, you’re going to be the death of me, darlin,” he mutters, his hands moving to your hips, gripping them as he positions himself between your legs. “But…goddammit…I’m not going to fight it anymore…”

He leans down, his lips claiming yours in a fierce, possessive kiss, his body pressed fully against yours. You can feel his need, his desire, his desperation mirrored in every movement, in every slide of his tongue against yours. His hands shift to your thighs, spreading your legs wider, aligning your bodies perfectly

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he mutters between kisses, his voice rough, hoarse with lust. “So goddamn perfect…all laid out for me…all mine.

His hips press against yours, the heat, the hardness of his arousal making you gasp against his lips. “I need you, darlin,” he mutters, his hands skimming up your sides, his touch sending sparks of heat through you. “I need you so damn much it hurts…I can’t hold back anymore…I can’t…”

“Then don’t,” you whisper, your body arching against his, pleading for him. “Please, Lando…don’t hold back anymore…I’m all yours…please…”

Lando lets out another guttural moan, his control finally snapping. “God, darlin, the things you do to me…goddamn…”

He shifts his weight, positioning himself at your entrance, the tension in his body like a coiled spring. “You sure about this, love? You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you murmur, your body aching with need, your heart filled with a certainty you’ve never felt before. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Lando. I want you, goddammit, I need you…I’m yours…please…please…please….”

Your words are like a match to a fuse, igniting the last shred of his control. Lando lets out a guttural moan, his hands gripping your hips, his body tense, trembling with the effort of restraining himself. He takes a shaky breath, his blue eyes meeting yours, dilated with desire.

“You’re mine, darlin,” he repeats, his voice a hoarse whisper. “All mine.”

And with that, he finally surrenders to his need, his control shattered. His body sheathes itself within you, filling you, stretching you, claiming you in a way that’s primal and possessive and perfect. A moan tears from your throat, your body arching against his, sparks of pleasure dancing through you, igniting every nerve.

Lando lets out a guttural groan, his body shuddering against yours. “God, you feel so good,” he gasps out, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “So damn perfect…you’re going to be the death of me, darlin

Your world narrows down to the sensation of him within you, his body moving against yours, the feel of his hands, his mouth, his body on and around you. Your whole world is Lando: his breath against your skin, the taste of his neck, the feel of his body moving against yours.

“God, yes,” you gasp out between moans, your body meeting his every thrust, your hands tracing over his back, feeling the shifting muscles beneath your palms. “Lando…Lando…God, you feel so good…so perfect…

"Oh, lord have mercy-" you gasped your eyes rolling at the back of your head.

"Oh, he had plenty when he made you. My. fucking. Friend." Lando says between thrusts.

Lando’s words are like fuel to the fire, igniting a heat within you that’s almost primal, almost feral. You cling to him, your body quivering, your nails digging into his skin. He lets out another guttural moan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, his restraint paper-thin.

"I don’t think I’m going to last much longer, darlin," he gasps out, his voice rough, strained. "You feel too good…too perfect…”

"Just let go, Lando," you breathe out, your voice hoarse, a plea, a command, a plea. "I want you to. Come for me…show me how good I make you feel…"

Lando’s body shudders at your words, his control finally, blissfully breaking. “Goddammit, darlin, you have no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, his voice a hoarse growl. “You drive me wild, love…god damn…I can’t…I can’t…”

He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on yours, his body trembling, taut, quivering with tension. “Are you close, darlin?” he gasps out, his voice tight, strangled.

You nod, your body clenching around him, your hands clinging to his shoulders, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. “I…I’m so close, Lando,” you manage to gasp out, your eyes meeting his, filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Lando’s eyes darken at your words, a possessive, primal spark igniting in his gaze. “That’s it, darlin,” he murmurs, his body moving faster, harder, deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin. “Let go for me. Let go for me…I want to feel you…I want to feel you come undone in my arms…”

You’re helpless to resist his pleas, your body quivering, ready to burst. His voice, his touch, his body, it’s all too much, too intense. You’re teetering on the edge, so close to the precipice, hanging on by a mere thread.

“L-Lando…” you manage to moan out, your voice shaky, breathless. “I’m…I’m…I’m…”

Lando’s body trembles with the effort of holding back, his restraint hanging on by a thread. “That’s it, darlin,” he gasps out, his voice ragged, tight. “Let go. Let go, darling. I’ve got you…I’ve got you”

The tension finally snaps, your body seizing up, a wave of ecstasy crashing over you like a wall of fire. You cry out, your nails digging into Lando’s back, your body shuddering with the force of your release.

Lando lets out a guttural moan at the feeling, his body tensing, his hips stuttering, his control finally, blissfully broken. “Goddammit, darlin,” he mutters, his voice a hoarse gasp. “That’s it…that’s it…I’m right there with you, darlin,” he gasps out, his body shuddering against yours, his release crashing over him like a tsunami. “Goddamn…you’ve got me completely wrecked, love…I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover.”

You cling to him, both of you trembling in the aftermath, holding onto each other for dear life. The room is filled with the sounds of your panting breaths, the thump of your heartbeats, the rustle of the sheets beneath you.

Lando’s arms wrap around you, his body pressing against yours, holding you tightly to him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He’s still shaking, still quivering with the aftershocks of the pleasure you’ve just experienced together.

"Goddamn, darlin," he mutters, his voice low, rough. "You wreck me. Every time. You completely wreck me."

You let out a soft, contented sigh, your body relaxing into his embrace. “That was…that was intense,” you murmur, your fingers tracing lazy circles over his back. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Lando lets out a soft, hoarse chuckle at your words, the sound vibrating against your skin. “That’s what I was aiming for, darlin,” he mutters, his lips brushing over your neck. “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a few days.”

“You succeeded,” you say, a smile curving your lips, your body still tingling, still humming with the aftermath. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be the same after that.”

Lando lets out a soft, possessive moan at your words, his arms tightening around you. “Good,” he mutters, his lips moving over your skin, “because I plan on doing that to you again and again, darlin. Over and over. Until you can’t even remember your own name.”

You let out a soft, contented sigh, a shiver of anticipation running through you. “Is that a promise?” you murmur, your voice soft, sultry.

Lando lets out a low rumble of affirmation, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. “It’s a promise, darlin,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m going to keep you in bed for days, love. Until you forget everything except my name.”

You shiver at the possessive, primal note in his voice, the promise in his words. “You’re going to wear me out,” you murmur, your body already stirring with renewed desire.

Lando lets out another low rumble, his hands beginning to wander over your body, reigniting the fire between you. “That’s the plan, darlin,” he mutters, his lips moving down your neck, “to wear you out and then wear you out some more. I can’t get enough of you, love. I never will.”

You let out a soft, wanton moan, your body arching against his, your heart swelling with a mixture of pleasure and desire. “You’re insatiable,” you murmur, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Only with you, darling . Only you,”

[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part two

I'm bored so [smashes plate] ANOTHER! I've been writing this faster than I thought I would 🤭 Hope everyone is having lovely and relaxing holidays xx

Warnings: just angst and the case progressing! Hotch is kinda an asshole but it's just how they show their love to each other xoxo

“You and Hotch still got it, huh?” Morgan teases, leaning his head over to grin at you. Part of you missed car rides with Derek, and the other part of you remembers just how much of a little shit he can be.

“Shut up and look at the road,” you mutter, pushing his face away from you.

“I’m looking, I’m looking,” Derek taps the wheel, shaking his head to get your hand off him. “What is it with you two, anyway?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “We’ve never gotten along, you know that. You were there when we met.”

“Uh, yeah, I remember being glad Hotch got all the heat instead of me,” Derek chuckles. “You’re intimidating when you’re pissed off.”

“Good,” you say, smirking. “That’s the point.”

“Alright,” Derek says, letting the topic go. For now. “We’ve got five minutes ‘til we reach her house. What are we telling her?”

“Well, I want to take a look around, if you’d like to talk.”

“I can stall,” Derek nods.

“Five bucks says there will be no pictures of the father in the house, at least not in the living area or hallway, where family photos most commonly are.”

“You sound like Reid,” Morgan quips.

“Our IQ’s are really close,” you remind him. “I just don’t have a damn eidetic memory. That shit is insane. I don’t envy him there.”

“Me either,” Derek shakes his head. “I remember things plenty without a magic memory.”

“I hear that.”

Derek turns into the driveway of Lila’s home. One car is in the driveway, a silver Ford. Her mom’s car.

“Ready?” Derek asks.

“Never,” you reply, opening your door. “But it’s our job.”

Derek knocks on the front door, but stands back so you’re the first face the mom will see. Given who her ex-husband is, you suspect she might be distrustful of all men, regardless of whether or not they’re here to help.

As expected, the mom eyes Morgan’s badge more closely than yours.

“May we come inside?” you ask.

“Yes,” she says, pulling the door open to let you both inside. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Morgan says politely.

After shutting the door, the mom begins talking — rambling incoherently, more like.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, dropping her off at school this morning. I knew something felt off when I woke up, it just— I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Ma’am,” Derek says. “Please, sit down.”

“I can’t,” she says, waving both of her hands like windshield wipers in front of her body. “I need to pace. Helps me think better.”

Derek looks at you, and you shrug. She’s obviously too wound up to sit down. Which is a good sign. If she was indifferent or resigned, there would be a bigger issue at hand. Clearly, she had no idea this would happen, so she definitely wasn’t in on it.

You take a look around the living room while Derek calms the mother down, mostly just letting her ramble, and take mental notes of what to ask her about later.

As you predicted, there are no photos with the father in the picture. All of them are the mother and Lila, mostly baby photos. Lila is a pre-teen, she clearly doesn’t want her photo taken. There is one where Lila looks older, but she’s not happy.

You take a closer look. She’s really unhappy.

“Mrs. Monroe?” You turn toward her, a sympathetic smile on your lips. “Has Lila been depressed lately?”

Her mom nods. “She’s been struggling ever since uhm— Ever since her father left. I’ve had her in therapy every week, but her therapist says she’s not really opening up. She might later, but right now she just doesn’t talk at all. She doesn’t want to.”

“I understand,” you murmur. “You’ve done the right thing by getting her help. Even if it doesn’t seem like it right now.”

“She still ran away!” Mrs. Monroe cries.

“Please,” you move toward her, resting your hand on her arm. “Let’s sit. Can Agent Morgan get you a glass of water?”

She nods, looking up at Morgan. “Thank you.”

Derek disappears into the kitchen.

“What makes you think Lila ran away? Other than her mood, were there any other signs?”

Mrs. Monroe shakes her head. “She’s talked about it before, told me she wanted to run away and that she hated me. I thought therapy would help with that, but it hasn’t.”

“Would her father help her at all? Run away, I mean.”

“Richard?” Mrs. Monroe asks. Derek reappears with a glass of water, handing it to her. “Thank you. No, he wouldn’t, he— She doesn’t even know what he’s done. I’ve never told her.”

“Would she be capable of finding out?” Derek asks. He takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you, resting his elbows on his knees.

“No,” Mrs. Monroe shakes her head. “I monitor all of her Internet searches, who she texts, who she emails, everything. She thinks I drove him away. That I didn’t love him anymore and told him to get out. She doesn’t know that it was because I caught him burying a body.” She sobs into her hand, her words barely decipherable now. “And now she’s gone and she hates me and I don’t even know where she’d go— it’s like I don’t even know my own daughter.”

You take the glass from her hand and allow her to sob into your shoulder. You know what this is like. Because you were once Lila, a runaway who left her mother in pieces until she returned home. Your circumstances were different, but not by much at all.

“We will bring her home, I promise,” you say, despite yourself. Despite not knowing what the rest of this case will entail, what else you’ll uncover. “Did Lila have any friends that you didn’t approve of?”

Mrs. Monroe shakes her head again. “She doesn’t have many friends, but she talks to one girl, Marie, almost every day.”

“Where is Marie right now?”

“At school,” Mrs. Monroe says, sniffling. “I called her mom right away. My mind went to the worst case scenario, you know, I thought Lila would grab Marie and convince her to go with her—”

“Convince?” you question. 

Derek hears you and asks the next question you have on your mind. “Does Lila ‘convince’ Marie to do things she doesn’t want to do often?”

“Sometimes,” Mrs. Monroe admits, beginning to sob again. “Oh, God.”

You share a look with Derek, not liking where this is going, but you don’t know if you’ll get much else out of her right now.

“What things would Lila convince Marie to do?” you ask.

“Just small things, I don’t know,” Mrs. Monroe replies. She’s shutting down. “I don’t know why I said that, I—”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay,” you try to calm her down. “Do you mind if Agent Morgan and I take a look in Lila’s room?”

“How will that help?”

“We might be able to find something that could tell us where Lila might have gone,” Morgan explains. “Sometimes kids leave clues. We might be able to find them.”

Mrs. Monroe nods. “Okay. Can I— Is it alright if I lay down while you do that?”

“Of course,” you smile. “Come on, let’s get you to your room.”

You help her stand and walk back toward her bedroom, getting her inside. She lays down on top of the covers and shuts her eyes.

You close her door and meet Morgan back in the living room, his phone pressed to his ear.

“Y/N’s back, you’re on speaker, Hotch.”

You roll your eyes involuntarily. Hotch couldn’t leave the two of you — mainly you — alone, could he? 

“Alright, I want the two of you to stay there and go through Lila’s room. Tell us anything you find. The school has given Garcia their security camera footage; she’s going through it now. It’s like she’s disappeared into thin air and that is not good.”

“We’ll find her, Hotch,” Morgan says.

Hotch is quiet.

“Mrs. Monroe doesn’t think Richard had anything to do with this. She says Lila doesn’t even know—”

“Morgan told me,” Hotch says. “Call me back when you have something new.” He hangs up and you roll your eyes again.

“I’m gonna keep a tally of how many times you do that,” Morgan teases.

“Be my guest,” you reply. “And keep me updated. I bet it’ll be in the hundreds by the time this case is over.”

Lila’s room is everything you’d expect from a regular pre-teen girl. And reminds you too much of your room when you were her age.

It’s almost like she’s too open. Posters are everywhere. Her favorite movies, actors, and bands. Her bed is made. Her closet is neat. The desk is covered in schoolbooks, yet also clean. 

“Morgan, I know this room.”

He turns around. “What?”

“We can know everything about her from one glance. She’s organized. She loves English, hates science, but is very good at math. She likes alternative music, not boybands,” you point to the posters. “Fantasy movies only. Her closet is too neat. It’s like she’s not even living here.”

“I’m not following.”

“I think she’s been planning her escape for a long time,” you say. “Which makes me think she had help.”

“Okay,” Morgan goes with it. “From who? You heard her mom, she watches everything Lila does.”

My mom did too, you think to yourself as you pull out your phone. You already have Garcia on speed dial, something she suggested for you.

“What can I do for you, my new angel?” 

Morgan chuckles while you answer Garcia. “Can you possibly see the search history after it’s been deleted?”

“Duh,” Garcia says. “Give me the IP address and I can show you all the dirty, dirty secrets on there.”

“Perfect, I’m going now,” you leave Lila’s room, peeking in Mrs. Monroe’s room to be sure she’s still resting. She is. 

You head to the living room where you saw Mrs. Monroe’s computer. Thankfully, after wiggling the mouse, it comes right up. No password or anything.

“Okay, she must really watch what Lila does,” you mumble. As in, Mrs. Monroe must stand over her daughter’s shoulder before even letting her turn the computer on. “How do I…?”

Garcia laughs and tells you what to click to pull up the information she needs. You recite it to her and she quickly works her magic.

“Oh, no.”

“Garcia,” you reply warily. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

Morgan hears you and comes into the living room. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you glance at him. “Garcia, what is it?”

“I’m going to need a minute to go through everything but…”

“Garcia, spit it out,” you put her on speaker, lowering the volume so only you and Morgan can hear her. “Garcia?”

“I don’t know for sure, but at first glance, this looks…it looks like she wanted to go with this person.”

“Shit,” you mutter. “Okay. We’ll call Hotch, you keep digging.”

“Aye, aye.”

You turn the computer off and pocket your phone. “We need to go back to the precinct. I don’t want to risk her overhearing.”

“Okay. Good call.”

“I’m gonna let her know we’re leaving,” you say. “I’ll meet you in the car.”

You wake Mrs. Monroe briefly to let her know you and Agent Morgan are leaving. You assure her that you’re going to bring Lila home, but that you’re needed at the precinct right now, and don’t want to disturb her rest. You hand her your card, telling her the number is the same, even though it doesn’t have BAU yet on it. 

Morgan is leaning against the car when you emerge outside, sick to your stomach.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say. “Just hate lying to mothers.”

+++

You and Morgan decide to wait until you’re at the precinct to tell everyone what Garcia found. Better to break this news quietly in person than on the phone.

Hotch is speaking to a deputy when you walk in, but you flag him down with a nod, hoping he won’t take it personally. You’re too on edge right now to bother being irritated with him.

Once everyone is in the conference room, you shut the door.

“Garcia should be calling any minute,” you begin. “She’s going through Mrs. Monroe’s computer. Mrs. Monroe said she watches everything Lila does, but clearly not close enough, because Lila was on a popular chatting site talking with someone regularly.”

“Right she was,” Garcia joins in, having been listening on the nearby computer. Her smile is sad. “And it does not look good. I’m still digging, but a Rich34 was in constant contact with her. I’m talking every single night for hours. Mostly from 1am to 4am, while I’m assuming her mother was sleeping.”

“What do the chats say, Garcia?” Emily asks.

“Nothing more than small talk right now, but I’m digging. It’ll take a while though, sir, I’m afraid they’ve been talking for months. Almost a year, I think.”

“Dammit,” you mutter. “I was afraid of that.”

Morgan sends you a sympathetic look.

“Garcia, see if you can track Rich’s identity in any way possible. It could be her father,” Hotch says.

“Or someone posing as her father,” you suggest, earning a glare from Hotch.

“Hey Garcia, send over all the chats, I can help you look through them,” Spencer offers.

“Alright kiddo, PG out.” The line clicks.

“Reid, look for anything relating to Richard Monroe’s history, or maybe Lila’s mother. Lila and her mother haven’t been getting along, and Rich might’ve used that to get Lila away,” Hotch instructs. 

Reid nods, already leaning over to grab the chat messages off the fax machine. Garcia knows him so well; she sent over hardcopies instead of electronic.

“Do we think it’s Richard Monroe in the chat room?” Emily asks.

“I’m not convinced,” Rossi says with a small shake of his head.

“I don’t,” you answer, shaking your head. “The username is too obvious.”

“He could be taunting us by using an obvious screen name,” Hotch counters. “He’s evaded us for this long. Why would he bother hiding now?”

“Yes, but I don’t think Richard Monroe is behind this,” you argue. “Murder in cold blood is his thing. So why wouldn’t he just go grab her from the house? Why is he playing the long game like this? Why form this emotional connection if he’s just going to kill her?”

“Because he’s a murderer with no regard for anyone’s emotions other than his own,” Hotch fires back. “And because he likely holds a grudge against his ex-wife for divorcing him and taking Lila away.”

Now all eyes of the team are on the two of you, going back and forth like a tennis match.

“He murders women his own age. Lila is barely thirteen. If he wanted her so badly, he could have easily grabbed her by now and killed her. Why wait almost a year?”

“Her mother is watching her closely, and he—”

“Oh now you agree that her mother is overbearing.”

“Yes, because you met with her and confirmed it with actual evidence,” Hotch snaps. He pauses, staring at you. “We cannot rule out Richard Monroe.”

“We’ll be wasting our time if we don’t.”

“Why are you so insistent?”

“Call it a gut feeling.”

“You haven’t been doing this job long enough to have a trustworthy gut feeling,” Hotch says coldly. “Now, if you want to continue arguing, I suggest you do so with the wall. Otherwise, we have a young girl to find and her father is a priority suspect. Am I clear?”

“As river water,” you mutter. “Excuse me.” You push past your new boss, hating that he’s already gotten so deep under your skin. Again.

[lavnderwonu]

book lovers | wen junhui

pairing: bookish!jun x bookish!fem!reader

genre: college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

rating: mature

summary: working at your campus library and attending classes gets kinda lonely, until someone comes along and changes that.

warnings: contains smut (!!!), meet-cute, jun is tooth rottenly sweet (yes! that’s a warning!), semi public sex (in a library), unprotected sex, kinda sorta a quickie(?) idk its sorta rushed, bigdick! jun, size kink, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms.

mini playlist 🎵: into you by ariana grande, little bit by lykke li, feel you by okayceci

word count: 2.3k

author’s note!: AHHHH this was so much fun to write. i literally spent so much time daydreaming about this whole plot & the characters. im a little women enthusiast & a classic book lover, i know im a nerd! also i will always always find an excuse to write fluff. i just love love love writing cute shit! im sort of a sucker for it. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG TOO LMAO but as always, i appreciate any feedback, & i hope you enjoy! 🩷

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“So… you’re assignment is to read the passage, then write a minimum 3 page essay whether you agree or disagree with the author’s viewpoint.”

Your professor gestures to the board behind him, emphasizing how important it is to acknowledge.

“Due by Monday, I won’t be giving any extensions. Class dismissed.”

“Y/n.” Your friend nudges you, as you currently have your face buried in your book, totally ignoring the lecture. “C’mon, class is over… did you even hear what the assignment was?”

You shut your book, Little Women, a book you’ve read numerous times but you never got sick of. It was a million times more appealing than hearing your literature professor ramble during a lecture.

“Yeah… some three page essay.” You remark, tossing the book in your bag. “I gotta hurry, I have a shift at the library for a few hours. Text me the assignment, okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later.”

You quickly grab your binder & notebook and walk out of class, headed for the library.

You’re about halfway there, until someone passing by bumps your shoulder, knocking your things to the ground.

Crouching down to pick them up, you hear somebody shouting sorry! in the distance as you mumble under your breath, “Doesn’t anybody watch where they’re going? Jesus…”

You’re gathering up some papers that fell out of your binder, until you spot an extra set of hands suddenly helping you, and a voice saying, “Let me help you with that.”

You look up, eyes locking with a tall, cute brown-haired boy, whom was now handing you your papers and notebook.

“Sorry, I couldn’t just walk by and not help. People can be so rude.” He smiles sweetly, handing over your papers he picked up. “I’m Jun, I’m in your literature class.”

“Y/n, and thanks, it’s what I get for not paying attention in lecture I guess.” You joke, finishing putting your stuff away as you both stand.

“How is Little Women?” Jun asks.

“I’ve read it before, it’s one of my favorite— wait how did you know that’s what i was reading?”

He laughs. “I saw you reading it in class, you have an incredible attention span. Quite impressive actually.”

“Last week, you read Jane Eyre, and during lecture Soonyoung came in late and the professor got mad, then they both got into this whole big argument, but you didn’t look up once, just kept reading. I’ve been watching you.

“Watching me?” You must have a confused, creeped out look on your face, cause the way he responds next makes you laugh.

“No, No, I don’t mean that in a creepy way like I’m watching you, I just mean that I noticed you, that’s all.”

You couldn’t help but blush, avoiding his gaze for a moment.

A cute boy like him noticed you?

“Laurie proposes to Jo and she says no, even though she’s still in love with him!” You exclaim, explaining your favorite book to Jun, as he holds it in his hands. “I cannot believe you never read it before.”

He shrugs, “I don’t read all that much.”

“We’ll, I think you’ll love it. The story is very enjoyable, and it’s not hard to read, which is surprising since it was written so long ago.” You continue.

“…Would your love for this book have anything to do with the fact that in both movies Laurie was played by Christian Bale, and Timothee Chalamet?”

“No,” You fail at attempting to hide your grin. “But it’s an added bonus. Christian Bale is a very underrated Laurie in my opinion, by the way.”

“Okay, I’ll read it,” Jun gives in, examining the book thoroughly and thumbing through it. “When do you need it back?”

“Whenever,” You say. “I don’t need it back by any certain time so you can take your time with it, and really enjoy it.”

“Oh, I know I will.” Jun smiles.

“Make sure you put these all away before you close up tonight,” Your library coworker tells you, as she gets ready to leave for the night. “Apparently the boss said she wants them out on display up front for tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll do it right now, before I forget,” You reply, retrieving the small stack from the counter. “I have to run those returns upstairs to reshelve.” 

You walk over to the front table just as you hear the door open. 

“We close in thirty- oh! It’s you.” Your coworker says, making you turn around to see who it was. 

It was Jun. “Y/n! Your boyfriend is here.” 

You smile at him as he walks over to you, “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to do something tonight, maybe dinner… a movie?” He says, as he now towers over you & kisses your forehead. “You’re already dressed cute,” he makes note of your outfit. “I like that skirt.”

“I’m working right now…” You sigh.

“That’s okay, I can wait. I only have…” Jun checks his watch. “Oh, twenty five minutes now.” 

“Whatever,” You smile as you chuckle at him. “Just go sit at the desk, don’t mess up anything.” 

“Oh, before I forget, I brought your book back.” Jun starts as he sits down, reaching into his book bag. 

“There’s no way you already finished it. I gave it to you yesterday.” 

“I just wanted to leave you some notes in the margins for you.” Jun says, handing the book over to you.

You flip through the book, seeing how it’s littered with sticky notes and tabs, marking the different pages.

“You’ve read this before…” You glance over the notes written on a page. 

“A few times.” He smiles as your eyes meet his.

“I thought you didn’t read much?” 

“What is much…?” 

You lean in closer to him, kissing him. “You’re unbelievable.” You smile.

“You liked it? I was wondering if you’d be mad if I nearly defaced your book.” He says, with a chuckle.

“No, no, I couldn’t be mad,” You smile, playfully running your fingers through his hair. “Besides you didn’t actually write in it, if you did, that might be a different story.”

You kiss him one more time, “Well I have some stuff to finish really quick, wait here?” 

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. I’m sure I can find something to keep me entertained for a few.” Jun remarks, picking up a book that was in the return stack on the counter.

You finish up the rest of your display, and the returns you had to put away (…even unfortunately stealing the book that Jun was occupying). Your coworker had left for the night and it was time to close up.

“Okay, that’s it for the night.” You announce to Jun, starting to gather up your things. 

“All done?” 

“Yeah, I think that’s- shit!” You realize you still had stuff to put away upstairs. “I forgot to put these ones upstairs.” You grab the few books.

“Come with me?” 

“You won’t be okay by yourself?” He asks, obviously joking with you.

“Cmon, it’s eerie when it’s so quiet, just cmon.” You grab his hand and nearly pull him to the elevator. 

“These few go over here,” You lead him over to the fiction section. “And these go… over here…” You start walking to the next aisle over.

You reach up to attempt to place the last book on the highest shelf, but you’re just a little too short.

“Can you help me?” You laugh, turning to the 6 foot man standing close to you. “I’m too short for this.”

Jun laughs with you, grabbing the book from you. “Where’s it go?” 

“Right next to that one, with the red cover.” 

He places it on the shelf, “Is that the only one?”

“Yeah, that’s all of them.” 

Jun moves to stand in front of you, conveniently trapping you between him and the bookshelf behind you. You mentally thank whoever designed the floor plan in the library to make the aisles so small.

He moves closer to you, nearly pressing himself against you, so close you can smell the cologne he has on.

“You know I can’t help but realize… we’re all alone here.” 

“Yeah… I know, it’s almost-“ You start, as you're cut off with him kissing you.

You moan against his lips as his hands slide up your cardigan sweater, and he trails kisses down your neck.

“Jun…” You moan, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, kissing your lips again.

“Yes, very much.” You whisper, his face still close to yours. “But we can’t do this here…”

“Why not? There’s nobody here…” Jun whispers, as he kisses your neck a few times.

“The cameras, there’s cameras around here..” You say, then you grab his hand. “Cmon, in here.” You lead him down the hall down to one of the study rooms. 

You enter the dimly lit room, and shut the door behind you, but not before realizing how secluded and somehow intimate these rooms somehow are. Okay… mentally noted.

You sit on the table as Jun slots himself between your thighs, he’s kissing on your neck as he’s pulling your sweater off your body. He pauses to pull his sweater and t-shirt off of himself. 

Jun kisses your lips again, more fervently this time, as you’ve both become more eager.

“Lay back for me.” Jun whispers against your lips.

You kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his long hair as you lean back on the table, and you try not to giggle as his lips trail from your chest, and down your stomach, tickling you a little.

“God, you’re so pretty…” He mumbles into your skin, in between kisses.

You smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more, and you feel Jun’s hands side up your thighs underneath your skirt.

“Can I take these off?” Jun asks, eyes meeting yours as his fingers tug on the waistband of your underwear.

“Yeah…” you speak, lifting your hips to give him better access. You start to take your skirt off, but he stops you. 

“No… leave it on.” Oh. You can feel your face get hot.

After many times being in these study rooms, you couldn’t ever imagine that you’d ever be in here… like this, with a gorgeous boy as he’s taking off your clothes, yet here you are.

“Jun…” You sigh, as his hands are pulling you to the edge of the table, and pushing your thighs apart.

“This okay?” He questions, as he’s putting your legs over his shoulders.

“Yeah…” You breathe, nodding, as your hands find the edge of the table to grip it with anticipation. Afterall, you can’t see him with your skirt in the way… hmm, suppose it's all part of his plan.

“God, you're so wet and all I did was kiss you…” Jun says lowly, kissing your thigh gently as his breath fans over your core. 

You don’t even have a chance to respond before he’s bringing his thumb to your clit, circling it slowly a few times, making your breath hitch at the contact.

“Jun, please…” You whine, aching for more.

“Alright baby…” He all but mumbles back to you, and you feel his tongue slide over your clit, and you throw your head back at the feeling.

“Fuck…” Your brows furrow as your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the feeling. He groans against your clit as he slides two fingers inside you, making you arch your back and practically grind your hips down on his hand.

“Shit, baby…” You whine, as his fingers effortlessly reach your sweet spot repeatedly. “Right there… I’m gonna fucking come…” 

“Go on baby,” Jun pulls back, kissing your thigh a few times, all while his fingers don’t let up “C’mon…”

You practically cry his name, as you feel the orgasm rush over you, leaving your chest heaving as you catch your breath. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jun whispers to you, as you hear rustling and the clink of a belt buckle as he’s undoing his jeans. 

“Yeah…” You whisper, finally catching your breath, but your breath hitches in your throat as he’s suddenly dragging the tip of his cock through your wet folds, the tip bumping your sensitive clit as you’re hinted at the mere size of him.

He slowly sinks into you, the stretch making your nails dig into his biceps. 

“Fuck…” Jun curses as he hovering over you, kissing your neck as he bottoms out, his thrusts shallow so you can get used to him.

“Jun… shit,” You moan, your fingers threading through his hair. “You’re too big.”

“You can take me.” His lips softly graze your collarbone, just as his hand trails lower and lower, until his fingers find your clit.

You whine his name, suddenly your senses are overwhelmed with the feeling of the pressure on your clit and his cock inside you, hitting spots so deep it almost has you seeing stars.

A particularly hard thrust nearly pushes you further up the table, making you nearly cry as you’re already on the edge.

“Shit, I’m already gonna come…” You cry, arching your back as you already feel the familiar tingle spreading through you, making your toes curl.

“C’mon…” Jun grunts, as his fingers find your clit again, and it feels divine with the way he’s pounding into you. “Come for me… give me one more…”

Your legs shake as you come with a loud cry of his name, he keeps going until he’s coming too, slowly rolling his hips to fuck you through your high.

You both say nothing for a few, catching your breath, until you fully register what you just did.

“Oh my god…” You say as you’re getting dressed. “I cannot believe we just did that…” You cover your face as you blush, but also can’t help but laugh.

Afterall, who would've thought?

“Why are you laughing?” Jun notices you trying to hide the fact that you’re blushing, pulling your hand away. “You didn’t like it?” He already knows the answer. 

“Yeah… but I never thought I’d do that, you know… here.” You smile right before you kiss him. 

“But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it again…”

tags: @chiefjunlover @cosmojinyoung @wonuwrites @aaniag @jenoslutie

[tinkaaabutt]

Supermodel- ekko.

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A fix inspired by Supermodel by our fav liar sza!

Ekko leaned against the brick wall of the bodega, his skateboard resting beside him. The low hum of the city was like a song he couldn’t get out of his head—car horns blaring, laughter spilling from a nearby hookah lounge, and the faint bass of a song blasting out of someone’s car. He pulled his hoodie tighter against the chill of the evening, but his attention wasn’t on any of it.

It was on you.

You stepped out of the corner store, all legs and confidence, carrying a bag of snacks and a look that could stop traffic. Your oversized leather jacket fell off one shoulder, showing off a fitted tank top underneath. Gold hoops glinted in your ears, catching the light, and your sneakers—freshly creased Air Forces—were spotless, as usual.

You looked like you belonged in the pages of a magazine, but the thing was, you didn’t care about being noticed. And that’s what made it impossible not to.

“Damn, you just gonna keep staring?” you called out, your voice cutting through the city noise like a melody.

Ekko smirked, pushing off the wall. “Maybe. You make it kinda hard not to.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile playing on your lips betrayed you. “Don’t start, Ekko. What’re you even doing out here? Waiting for me?”

“Who says I wasn’t?” he shot back, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, brushing past him. “Well, if you’re gonna waste your night following me, at least make yourself useful.”

You didn’t wait for him to catch up, but you didn’t have to. Ekko grabbed his board and fell into step beside you, matching your pace as you strolled down the block.

“Where we headed?” he asked, glancing over at you.

“Nowhere special,” you said with a shrug. “Just needed some air. You know how it is.”

Ekko nodded. He did know. Life could feel heavy sometimes, like you were carrying the weight of everyone else’s expectations. You wore yours well, though—like armor. But Ekko had seen enough to know it didn’t always feel like it fit.

“You good?” he asked after a moment.

You side-eyed him, raising a perfectly arched brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just asking,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “You know, in case you needed someone to talk to or whatever.”

You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made his chest tighten. “You’re cute for that. But I don’t need a therapist, Ekko. I’m fine.”

He didn’t push it, but he didn’t believe you, either. Instead, he pulled a snack out of the bag you were carrying—a bag of spicy chips—and opened it without asking.

“Seriously?” you said, stopping to glare at him.

“What?” he said, popping a chip in his mouth. “You weren’t gonna share?”

“I didn’t say that,” you muttered, snatching the bag back. But your lips twitched, and Ekko knew he’d won.

The two of you wandered aimlessly, weaving through side streets and alleys lit by the warm glow of streetlights. The conversation shifted from light jokes to music recommendations, to shared memories that made both of you laugh until your stomachs hurt.

By the time you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, the city had quieted, and the air was filled with that late-night stillness that made everything feel softer.

“You ever think about how people see you?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Ekko glanced at you, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” You hesitated, your fingers toying with the hem of your jacket. “People think I’ve got it all together, you know? Like I’m some kind of supermodel or whatever. But they don’t actually see me.”

Ekko leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you. “I see you.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I see you. Not just the way you walk into a room like you own it, or the way you roast me every chance you get. I see the way you care about people, even when you don’t want them

to notice. I see the way you hustle, the way you never let anyone catch you slipping. I see you.”

Your laughter faded, replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable expression. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. For once, you didn’t have a witty comeback or a sharp edge to deflect with.

“You don’t gotta do that,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Act like I’m… more than what people see.”

“You are more,” Ekko said without hesitation. His brown eyes met yours, steady and unshaken. “And if nobody else is gonna remind you of that, I will.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy but not uncomfortable. The city lights reflected in your eyes, and for a moment, Ekko forgot where he was.

“You’re really good at this, huh?” you said after a while, breaking the tension with a smirk.

“Good at what?”

“Making a girl feel seen,” you teased, though your voice was softer than usual. “Careful, hero. You keep this up, and I might start thinking you actually like me.”

Ekko chuckled, leaning back against the bench. “Maybe I do.”

You blinked, clearly not expecting him to admit it so easily. “You don’t scare easy, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

For the first time, you didn’t have a quick retort. Instead, you leaned back, the tension in your shoulders easing as you let out a quiet sigh.

“Alright, Ekko,” you said, your voice light but sincere. “You think you can handle me? Let’s see if you’re about it.”

He grinned, pulling out his phone and holding it up like a microphone. “I’m ready for the interview. First question— how does it feel to be the most smartest caring girl on this lousy ass planet?”

You burst out laughing, swatting at his arm. “Shut up!”

“Not until you answer!”

And just like that, the heaviness between you melted away. The two of you stayed in the park for hours, talking about everything and nothing, stealing chips from each other’s bag, and daring the city to try and interrupt.

Because if ekko couldn't see anything he'd always will see you.

Ahhh i love him sm👌🏾👌🏾 i wrote this one for the non gay gyals hopefully theyll enjoy it

[pasteldreams]

loverboy!matt for winter/ christmas...

buys you matching sweatshirts and christmas pjs

would never let you leave the house without a jacket because you might catch a cold

carries your jacket when it gets too warm

has an extra hoodie in his car for when your clothes aren’t warm enough

buys your gifts at least a month in advance

and there’s A LOT of gifts…

that man is spoiling you

remember that one thing you said was cute one time? no? well, matt does and now it’s yours

clothes, shoes, jewelry, perfumes, items based on your interests, everything

if you have pets, he would totally buy them gifts too

“they needed a new toy” “they didn’t need 10, matt…” “baby, i couldn’t pick just one”

asks his brothers if they think you’ll like the gifts he bought

“are you sure she’ll like them?” “dude, you’ve asked us the same fucking question every day for weeks, the answer is still yes” “but she’s so special to me, what if-“ “oh my GOD. we get it, you love her. your gifts are great, now shut the fuck up”

would cry if you gave him anything homemade as a gift

every holiday, matt writes you a love letter that he hides in one of the gift boxes

invites you over to watch christmas movies but just ends up staring at you the whole time

“dude, you’re kinda freakin’ me out” “did you know you’re really pretty?”

would take you ice skating

would probably tear up if you ended up getting hurt on the ice

“why are you crying? i’m the one with the twisted ankle” “i’m the reason you got hurt” “no, baby, the ice is the reason i got hurt”

would pull a picture of mistletoe up on his phone to hold above your heads

“you know what that means!” “i don’t think that’s how it works, sweet boy” “can’t you just pretend? for me? pleeease”

would take you on late night drives to look at christmas lights

“when we buy a house together, can we decorate it for the holidays?” “you wanna buy a house together?” “duh, maybe right before we get married” “married?!” “yeah, you’re stuck with me forever, my love”

would "forget" to turn the heater on at night so that you have to cuddle him for warmth

a/n: just a quick thing i whipped up today, enjoy and happy holidays!

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teddy bear divider by @dollywons and gingerbread divider by @issysh3ll

[ghostlycod]

ghost and johnny “I swear to God I’m not gay” mactavish

MDNI ; NSFW

cw: lowkey kinda coercive and dubcon but not reallyyyyyy (ok yes kinda really)

this is not proofread like at all lol

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it’s been three weeks in this dilapidated house, half of it a rubble of concrete, and they haven’t gotten any new orders ever since “stay put and wait for evac” and without orders they can’t leave and it’s been months on this deploy, in the fucking desert, and that new assistant price has got back at the office was driving him mad just before they left and—

and ghost is there. it’s just the two of them together and it’s like one minute soap is easing that fever that’s been burning underneath his skin by talking to ghost about how bad he wants to fuck price’s new assistant and then the next he somehow finds himself with ghost’s fist wrapped around his cock, pumping soap furiously as his precum and ghost’s spit mingle together on his length. the sound is so wet and filthy and loud in the quiet hovel they’ve made into a base. it turns his ears bright red with how utterly debauched the sounds are, how completely wrecked it’s making him, and to make the embarrassment even worse it’s his lieutenant that’s doing this to him—

“I swear ‘m not gay or anything, I’m not-“ he chokes back a sob as ghost flicks his wrist on the next upstroke. “stop it, stop it,” he’s whining desperately, yet his hips thrust back into ghost’s firm hands and soap finds his own hands bunching on ghost’s massive biceps, squeezing them and pulling him closer, noses almost touching as they both huff the same air.

“‘course you’re not.” ghost shushes him. “you just keep talkin’ ‘bout that pretty bird you wanna fuck when we get back.”

and he does, he does wanna fuck the pretty bird as soon as he gets back. pull her into the nearest supply closet or bathroom and stuff her full until she creams on his cock— only every time he thinks about his stupid cock he thinks about how good his lieutenant’s hand feels around it right now and how good the gravel in his voice sounds telling johnny, “there, just like that, that’s a good boy,” and he fucking keens.

“honestly, honestly I swear to god I’m not— stop it, ah, stop it! I’m gonna—“

the bottom of the mask comes up to reveal ghost’s scarred lips as he dips his head down, taking the tip of johnny into his warm, wet mouth.

he cums like an animal, grunting and huffing and clinging to his mate like a lifeline as the searing sensation of ghost’s hot tongue licking his tip hits him in a rush, pushing him over the edge and into pure heaven, out of him own body and floating above himself as he watches ghost suck every drop of his cum from him and swallow.

he floats back down into his body, eyes wild and breathing heavy, still clutching to ghost. he’s pulled the mask back down his face, hiding behind it once more.

“that— that was,” he can’t catch his breath.

“s’alrigh’.” ghost says quietly, rubbing his clean hand against soap’s back as he pulls him in.

“I didnae ask you to do that,” soap mumbles into ghost’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. “I didnae ask for it. I’m not into that, I’m not.”

“Mhm,” ghost hums as soap huffs into his chest.

whatever you have to tell yourself. ghost thinks. but soap will come around. he knows he will. he’ll resist it now, but he won’t forget how it felt to cum into his mouth, to lose himself just from ghost’s hands. he’ll come back around at some point, begging for more. maybe in the showers when they get back, or in the barracks knocking on his door late at night, or in the gym after they’ve been sparring and ghost has got soap pinned beneath him, perfect for rutting their clothed cocks together until they both cum. yeah, he’ll be back like he’s addicted to it. and then ghost will make him beg for it and gag on it and take it deep. maybe he’ll even take that new, pretty little assistant too. just as a reward for his new pet’s good behavior. he’s seen her, he likes her, he wants her too. she could just become the perfect bait.

[gnxosblog]

The new boy

Pt 2

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ✵ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬✧ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!

Matt x reader

Not proofread*

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Matt’s pov

It was the first day of senior year. Me and my brothers had just moved here. I was kinda nervous to go to a new school, but I had my brothers and I didn’t really have a hard time making friends. I got out of bed and walked over to my closet. I put on some blue jeans and a black t shirt. I went to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I did my hair and put in my earrings. I still had my necklace on, I slept with it most of the time. It has an silver horse charm, I thought it looked cool.

I walked downstairs as I already saw my brothers sitting in the kitchen. “Goodmorning.” I said. “Yo goodmorning.” Chris said. “Goodmorning.” Nick said. I sat down and put cereal in my bowl and added milk. “Are you guys ready for your first day as seniors?” My mom asked. “I Guess.” I said. Nick and Chris agreed. “We have to leave earlier to go by the office first remember?” Nick said. “Oh shit yeah we need to leave.” I say. We grab our bags and walk to the car.

The whole car ride we just chat, laughed and listened to Chris’s music. We arrived at school and walked over to the office. “Hi, the Sturniolo’s?” Mrs Wall asked. We nodded. “Yes that’s us.” Chris said. “Well, welcome to our school, did you see your schedule?” She asked. “Yes we did.” Nick said. “Okay good, here’s Nathan he will give you a little tour before classes start.” Mrs Wall says. A boy walks in the office. “Hi I’m Nate, let’s go.” We say hello and follow him around the school.

As we finished the tour he drops us off at the classroom we had our first period in. “So you guys just wait here and the teacher will call you in.” Nate says. We nod. “Hey thanks for the tour.” I say. “No problem it’s not like I had a choice.” Nate says laughing. We also laugh. “Fair.” Chris says. Nate walks in the classroom and we wait outside. Everyone was already inside except for some people who were late. I don’t get it how people get late on the first day.

After waiting a few minutes the teacher calls us in. We walk in and the teachers starts to yap some things. I look around and notice a girl staring at me, she looked very pretty. She quickly looked away as she noticed that I saw her staring. I caught a quick glimpse of her earrings before she pulled her hair from behind her ears. We were wearing the same ones. Before I knew it I was now the one staring. I loved her outfit. She was wearing grey cargo pants and a white top. I noticed a small shark necklace which was very cute. “Boys please introduce yourselves.” The teacher said. I quickly looked away to my right and saw Chris staring at me with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes and we all introduced ourselves. We walked over to the empty seats and sat down. I turned my head to Chris. “Yo what was that smirk for.” I ask. “Bro I saw you staring at that girl.” Chris says. “I wasn’t shut up.” I scoffed. Chris rolled his eyes and returned his attention for class. While I was talking to Chris I noticed the girl staring at me but I didn’t look at her.

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At lunch we sat with Nate and a few of his friends. “I can’t believe we already got homework at the first day.” Chris says. “Yeah me neither it’s fucking annoying.” Nate says. I like Nate he has a good vibe and I feel like he’s a good friend. “Btw there’s a party at mines this Saturday, I invited all seniors so you guys can come.” Jake says. Jake is a friend of Nate’s, he’s cool. “Yeah I guess a party’s nice to get to know more people.” Nick says. “Yeah we’ll come.” Chris says. “Nice.” Jake says.

-

After school I drive me and my brothers home. I walk inside the house and greet our mom. “I’m gonna make some homework now.” I say. I walk upstairs into my room and instead of opening my books I open my phone. I start to scroll on TikTok and laugh at some TikTok’s. After a while I do decide to make my homework. I put my phone down on my desk and I open my books. After I’m done with my homework I grab my phone again. I see a instagram notification:’y/n🦈 liked your post.’ I notice the shark emoji and think of the girl in class with the necklace with a shark. I smile to myself and click on the notification but I don’t see it in my instagram app. I refreshed it a few times but nothing came up. Maybe it was just a bug or she unliked it. Maybe she thought I didn’t look good so she unliked it. I shook my head, I shouldn’t think so much. I clicked away the instagram app and opened TikTok again. “Dinners ready.” I hear my mom calling from downstairs. I walk out of my room and down the stairs. “Mmh smells good.” My dad says. A fresh smell of pasta filled my nose. I liked pasta very much.

After dinner I walk up to my room again. I decided to put on a different outfit and watch some YouTube. After a while a nock is being heard on my door. “Matt.” Chris says. “What?” I ask. “Me and Nick are going for a walks around the neighborhood, wanna come?” Chris asks. “Yes of course.” I say. I love walks at night, they calm me down and everything is much peacefuller.

After we walked for a while, I hear soft music playing in the distance. “Yo that’s some good music.” Chris says. I agree. We walk to where the sound is coming from and I look to the side. I see the girl from class standing in a baby blue bikini with her hair in a bun looking at me again. She looked kinda shocked so I couldn’t help but smirk. She smiled at me while she walked over to a chair. After we walked past Chris looks at me again with a smile. “Yo that’s the girl you were staring at in class.” Chris says. I just rolled my eyes and fastened my walk. “Yo what did I miss?” Nick asks. “Today first period Matt was drooling over some girl.” Chris says. “No I wasn’t she looked at me so I just looked back nothing more.” I say. “Mmh whatever you say.” Chris says. “Interesting.” Nick says.

-

After we came home I went straight to bed. I didn’t feel like hearing about her for the rest of the night. I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. I laid down in bed but I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t get the girl out of my mind. The way she looked today in class and in that bikini and the way she smiled at me. I thought about the way her lips would feel on mine, how she would look me deep in the eyes. How she would taste, how she looked without the bikini. No I shook my head, I can’t think about her in that way I don’t even know her, I don’t even know her name. I just decided to close my eyes and think of other things. After an hour I finally fell asleep.

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A /n🜸 I hope you guys liked Matt’s pov! Please leave more feedback and maybe some ideas for other parts. Ly x

[bluebearial]

Holiday Homewrecker

7.3k Words

You’ve just bought a few new toys for the holidays! But watch out! There's drama afoot. (Apaw? Ahoof?)

CW: Bimbofication but it’s kinda not really the main focus of the plot?? Pointing it out just in case

Welcome to the last story in Lupa's little "arc"!! This is the ending I had in mind for it more or less, until I think of other stories to write with her and "You". I wanted a way to get Rudy, the other plush OC I draw, into the canon somehow ^^ I think I rushed this a little bit to get it out on Christmas? But I hope you enjoy nonetheless…

Happy Holidays!!!

Docs version here

The sun slowly rises, bathing the land in a lazy orange light. Snowdrifts cover the land outside, reflecting the sun’s light every which way. This late in the year, it’s truly gotten cold. Thankfully, the heat in your house works this time, so you’re not cold. Even still, you’ve been feeling a bit of yearning… Yearning for something soft.

It always happens around this time of year, doesn’t it. You figure you deserve a little present anyhow, so why not?

That’s why, this morning, you’re up early, waiting near the door.

The house is quiet, being so early. You aren’t even sure whether Lupa was awake.

You get your answer in the form of the needling feeling of something looming over you. Something leans against you from behind, before enveloping you in its big, fuzzy arms. Something nuzzles into your hair, whispering the softest “I love you.~” you’d ever heard.

Just hearing the voice of your favorite wolf warms you up, but snuggling up against her helps too.

“Good morning, Lulu,” you greet your girlfriend as she loosens her hug. You take a moment just to look at each other, before her lips meet your cheek.

“Mornin’, hon. Still waiting on those toys?” She asks, voice tinged with sleep. She has to kneel down to properly meet your gaze, and the difference in size certainly isn’t lost on you. You realize after a moment that you’re staring.

“Um- Yeah! They should be here any minute!” You reply, recalling the delivery date. The website said to expect delivery today, early morning. Basically, right now. Aaany minute now.

“Yeah… Alright,” Lupa nonchalantly replies as she stands back up. She raises her arms and straightens her back with a soft groan... All of her sharp teeth end up on full display as she lets out the squeakiest, lupine yawn ever. Cute…

“I’ll be on the couch if you wanna snuggle, ‘kay?” She offers with a smile.

“So casual…” You’re blushing. You could feel it on your cheeks, as much as you try to hide it…

“What can I say? A girl knows what she wants,” she snickers, tail sweeping the floor. Her heavy, soft paw lands atop your head like a gentle, heavy pillow. Pat pat pat.~ “You’re lucky I know how much you just love your little toys. It’s taking so much effort not to just pick you up ‘n take you straight back to bed...”

Your shoulders fall as she turns and ambles her way to the couch. Climbing onto it, and flopping down with a heavy FWOOMF in the way a dog would. She notices you when you start to stare, offering a lazy little wave. Your heart just feels so light when she looks at you… It’s enough to make your ears flop down, tail wagging as you wave back—

Wait.

Ears? Tail?

Your hands shoot up to your head, finding a pair of fluffy triangles. Sensitive ones too, from the jolt that shoots down your back when your fingers give them a squeeze. Did she…? She did. She totally did that.

“Lupa!” you call, “I’m expecting a delivery, remember? I can’t look like this!”

“Why not?” She calls back, “I think it suits you.”

“I—Thanks. But they’re gonna start asking questions that I can’t answer! What am I gonna say, I’m cosplaying for the holidays?”

Lupa opens her mouth to answer, but pauses as a deep knock emanates from behind you. The noise causes your ears to dart up and swivel towards its source. You shoot a look at your plush, before lifting your shirt and doing your best to hide your now frizzy tail inside.

Then… you open the door.

“Delivery for, uh…“ The postman takes one look at you before something in his expression changes. He’s looking at your ears, isn’t he? You totally forgot to cover them up.

“Um. Yeah. That’s me. Hi! Good morning.” The words come out in a rapid, stilted succession as you quietly kick yourself for your error, “Oh- these? I’m just…” You trail, wracking your head for an excuse.

“…cosplaying for the holidays?” You decide to settle on that. “You know how it is. Let me just sign that…” You gingerly take his pen, signing for the package. As you lean down, your ears brush against his uniform, causing him to flinch.

“Uh—”

“Oh, sorry, lemme just—” You fold them down. Wait, should you have done that? Now he’s gonna know they’re real, isn’t he? By the time you finish signing, you find that his attention directed elsewhere, looking at something behind you.

“’Sup dude?” comes a voice from its place on the couch.

“…She’s cosplaying too,” you offer. “Anything else I need to do?”

The postman shakes his head as he hands you your package. The two of you exchange waves and wishes for happy holidays, before you close the door.

The first thing you do is shoot Lupa a dirty look, sticking your tongue out. She looks right back at you, a lazy kind of satisfaction written all over her face. She looks content, lying on her front and lazily kicking her legs in the air.

“So what’d’ja get anyway?” She asks as you make your way towards her.

“Just a couple of old, rare toys that were up for auction,” you explain as you kneel down on the carpet with your box. “One was pretty used, so I got it cheap. As for the other… Well, I think you might like it. Here, hand me those scissors?”

She does just that, delicately pinching them between two of her fat, stubby mascot-like fingers and dropping them in your hand. You hack through the tape holding the box shut, before flipping the lids open. Your hands sift through the packing peanuts, before they find something squishy. You grab and pull, and out from the sea of polystyrene comes a plush.

“Look!” You hold it up to show your girlfriend, “Cute, right? It kinda looks like you. His name is Lobo.”

It does look a lot like her. Thin, grey fur covers its body. Short, messy blue hair sits atop its head above the fanged, boyish smirk that it wears on its face. It wears a loudly colored T-shirt, with the word !!HOWLIN’!! emblazoned on the front.

“He’s kinda funny looking! But I dunno, he’s a little cute. I just had to have him.”

“…Wow. Uh, yeah. Cute.” Lupa’s voice goes surprisingly flat. Her tail lays limply on the couch, and her eye looks almost colorless as it stares vacantly at your new plushie.

“Hey. Can I see that?” She asks, holding out her paw before you can ask her what the matter is.

“Um, sure.” You reply, lifting it up towards her. She immediately swipes it from your hand, and it disappears into her mouth. Gulp.

“What the heck, Lu?” You’re outraged! Standing up, you put your hands on the couch. “I spent a--… A lot of money on that!”

“Mmmm… Yummers. Sorry, I was just hungry or… or somethin’,” is her reply, color returning to her (mostly grey) form. She tilts her head as you start to fish through your package some more. “You get another toy?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you reply. “You gonna eat this one?”

“I dunno,” She crosses her arms, a coy tone in her voice, “Maybe. Is it another Lobo or whatever?”

“Nope! Here…” Your second, and last, offering is a little plush reindeer. Light tan fur, with a red bow on its head. It wears a content smile despite its obvious weathering. “Meet Clarice! Y’know, like the doe from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer™?” You raise it, but not too far. Just in case you need to swipe it away from any hungry wolves…

“…Who?”

“Y’know… Rudolph? The movie where uh, where this little deer is born with a glowing red nose. He’s an outcast, it’s kinda like a fairy tale.”

“Oh.” Lupa rolls her eyes, resting her paw on a chin.

“Hey, maybe we could watch it sometime!”

“Sounds dumb,” she retorts. You blink.

“…What? It’s not dumb!” you retort, puffing out your cheeks. That kinda stung!

“Yeah, I dunno. It’s like you said, it sounds like a fairy tale. I’m not a fairy tale kinda girl.” She aloofly explains, resting her cheek on a paw, “I’m more of a Nightmare Before Christmas girl. Now that’s a movie.”

“But we always watch that!” you huff.

“Oh. Uh… What about Grease?”

“That’s not even a holiday movie!”

“There’s always time for Grease, dude,” she explains. “You just don’t get it.”

You’re not amused. Standing up, you bonk Lupa on her soft fluffy head. It’s like firmly petting a pillow. Your hand sinks in only a bit before it stops.

“Ow. Blehhh...” She sprawls out on the couch, putting her paws up and sticking her tongue out. “I’m dyyyying…”

“Lulu…”

“The only thing that can save me are some snuggles… Riiiight here…” she says, patting her chubby, fluffy middle. “Riiiight here. C’mon.” As hard as it is to resist, you somehow find the will to put your foot down.

“You’re being silly, Lulu,” you lightly scold, “Now c’mon, I’ll give you all the snuggles in the world if you help me with the cookies. Sound good?”

“Ugh… Fiiiine,” she groans, sitting up. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You leave your Clarice on the coffee table, taking your girlfriend by the hand as you both meander to the kitchen. It kind of hurts that, she ate one of your toys, but it’s not a huge deal, right? After all, you feel lucky to share your house with the best toy you could ask for. The hours fly by as you work to bake some cookies for the holidays, with Lupa doing her best to help. Her paws make for a pretty decent set of oven mitts, you find.

You find that your space needs some decorating too - and soon, the tree in the corner of your living room is adorned with tinsel and colorful ornaments. It’s quite late by the time you’re done, so after dinner and a rewatch of a certain spooky holiday movie, Lupa carries you off to bed.

--

This moonlit night is quiet and still. Your girlfriend is warm and oh-so comfy, but something managed to stir you from your slumber. You slowly open an eye. You could’ve sworn you’d heard the sound of a bell.

Jingle Jingle Jingle~♫

There it is again.

“Hey. Lupa,” you whisper, tapping the furred arm keeping you comfily pinned to the bed. She snores in reply, fast asleep…

“Luuuupaaaaa…” you tap her arm harder and faster this time, until her snoring abruptly stops.

“Huh—Wha? What’s--”

“Shhh…” you shush her. She rubs her eye…

“…What’s the matter, babe…?” she does her best to whisper.

“I heard something…”

Clop, clop, clop. Jingle Jingle Jingle~♫

The sound echoes from down the hall, muffled as it emanates into your room.

“What the hell was that?” Lupa asks, ears swiveling toward the door. You… wish you had an answer for that. You hope you aren’t being robbed. You wonder - Do people like to break in during the holidays, or is that only a thing in the movies? Anyway.

“Let’s find out.”

Lupa can be surprisingly quiet when she wants to be, you’ve found. Her padded paws hardly make a sound when they gently squish against the floor. You’d be impressed if her massive tail didn’t hit everything along the way as the two of you sneak down the hall. You find yourself shushing her all along the way.

“Not my fault your place is a friggin’ minefield,” she gripes, hugging her tail to her chest.

Eventually, you reach the living room. Like the hall, it’s quite dark, save for the blue rays of moonlight coming through the windows. But—Wait. There’s something else.

Near your tree, you see the faint, yellow flicker of fire. Before the alarm bells in your head can really get going, you realize that it is merely candlelight. In the faint glow, you could see part of a face and a silhouette, crouched near your presents. It looked massive, with a pair of sticks atop its head that jingled whenever it moved. You could hear it lightly hum as it busies itself with… something.

“Lu, keep your eye on it. I’m gonna turn the light on.” She nods, and you feel your way to the light switch. With a flick, everything becomes illuminated. Darkness removed, you can see exactly who’s been messing with your tree.

A large deer had knelt over one of your gifts, hooved hands in the middle of tying the bow when the lights came on. The deer goes stiff, humming stopped. The bells on its antlers jingle as it angles its head up – away from the presents, and towards Lupa, then you. It gasps, standing up to all of six feet tall, hands on its cheeks as it puts on the silliest grin.

“Oh! Happy Holidays, new friends!” It calls in a bubbly, girlish tone.

You take a step back as the reindeer traipses towards you, only stopping when Lupa stands between the two of you.

“That’s far enough, buddy,” she growls.

You step alongside her, hand on her hip as you get a good look at your visitor. Tan fur covers its form, with a head of dark red hair that covers half its face. Poking through its mane are a pair of antlers, which are adorned with a set of bells that jingle whenever it moves. A long, flowing ponytail drapes along the back of its plush body, stopping near its wide hips. Aside from its clearly more… shapely figure, this plush reminds you a lot of…

“Clarice?”

“…Hmmm… Not quite,” it replies, “That’s a girl’s name, silly! Call me Rudolph.”

You and Lupa exchange a look.

“…Actually,” he continues after a pause, “Just call me Rudy! Rudolph is way too formal I think.”

“But you’re—You’re the toy I bought! One of them, at least,” you shoot a look at Lupa, who shies away and stifles a burp. “Right?”

“Yep!” He leans towards you, hands on his thighs, “And is it safe to assume you’re the little cutie who bought me?”

You nod, and you opt to give him your name. He finds it quite cute…

“And look at you,” he directs his attention to Lupa. You’re surprised that he still has to look up at her, in spite of his already impressive height. “Aren’t you cute! I almost didn’t recognize you at first. You’re a Lo—”

“Lupa, yeah. That’s my name,” she cuts in. Rudy tilts his head with a jingle.

“No no, that’s not right. Isn’t it—”

“Hhhohohoho~kay. Look, shorty. I think I know what my own name is, okay?” She growls, prodding the other plush’s chest with her finger. As Rudy wilts under her gaze, you could see the fur on her back begin to bristle…

“H-hey, hey,” you step in, putting your hands up in order to hopefully defuse the situation, “It’s late. We’re all tired here… Why don’t we get some sleep, huh?” Lupa snorts.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” She turns, stomping her way back up the hall.

Hmm.

“Hey,” you hear a whisper, “Is she okay?”

You turn to see Rudy, gingerly approaching you. His bells lightly jingle as he glances up the hall.

“Did I… do something wrong?”

The truth is, you aren’t sure. You knew she could be prickly, but she seemed especially frustrated just now…

“I’m sure she’s just tired,” you offer for now. “I know I am.” Conveniently, you do feel a yawn coming on… One that you do your best to stifle.

“Awww…” He puts his hooves together, giving you a tender look. “Would you like me to carry you, deerie?”

You chuckle. “Carry me? Sure, why not?”

He grins, and scoops his hands under you, lifting you up bridal style. On the way up, you note the stitch marks on his lower chest. His fur is soft enough to remind you of Lupa’s, and almost as thick. He feels nice and warm, too. You push your hand into his squishy chest, and you run it through his pelt. You’re feeling sleepier already… Sensing that you’re ready to go, you hear the soft clop of his hooves and the jingle of his bells as he carries you down the hall.

“So, Rudy…” you trail off.

“Hmm?”

 “…How are you, uh…” You find it hard to settle on a single question. There is so much that you want to ask. Instead, you decide on a different topic. “You’re really soft…” He blushes, and his nose begins to glow as he tightens his hold on you.

“Awww, thank you deer! It means a lot that you’d say that~ I do my best…”

You smile back up at him. He’s pretty cute…

“Oh! Here’s your room I think. I saw Lo—um, Lupa go in here… I think? Want me to put you down?” he asks. You nod, and he gently sets you back on your feet.

“Hey, Rudy,” you look back at him as you open the door, “Would you like to sleep with us tonight?” A pair of pointed ears perk up at that.

“Why’s he sleepin’ in my bed?” Lupa rumbles from under the covers. Seems like she’s already made herself comfortable.

“It’s my bed, Lupa,” you flatly remind her.

“…Yeah. Like I said, why’s he sleepin’ in your bed?”

Hmm.

“Well, where else would he sleep?” you ask, motioning for Rudy to follow as you approach the bed.

“Um- If there’s a problem, I could sleep on the floor!” He offers, “My old owner used to leave me by the foot of the bed sometimes. It’s no big deal!”

“No way, not happening,” You make sure to shoot that idea down, “All my plushies sleep on the bed. Or on one of the shelves.”

“Well, why not put ‘im on the shelf?” Lu asks, pulling the blanket off herself and rolling onto her back.

“…Lupa. He’s almost as big as you,” you patiently explain, “Do you really think he’d fit on the shelf?”

“…Could give it a shot.”

“He’s sleeping with us, and that’s final,” you put your hands on your hips, before climbing into bed with her. Running your hand through her hair, scratching her between the ears, you watch her resolve begin to melt… “C’mon, it won’t be that bad…” You coo, “Think of it like… Having an extra pillow.”

“Yeah, yeah…” She gently swats your hand away, before letting out a sigh. “…Alright.”

You grin! And you motion for Rudy to join you.

“Oh, yay!~” He cheers, lightly clapping his hands! “Just one moment…” Reaching up to his antlers, he takes a moment to untie his bow and bells. With a clatter, they’re left on the nightstand table, and he starts to climb in. While Lupa doesn’t move, you do your best to make space, and the three of you settle into an awkward pile.

--

The next day comes around quickly enough. You and Lupa slip out of bed, leaving Rudy to continue sleeping. You catch her in the kitchen once you finish your morning routine, leaned against the counter.

“Morning, Lu,” you sleepily greet as you head directly to the coffeemaker. “You okay?”

“Mmm,” she hums, glancing at you, “Peachy.” You tilt your head at her once you have the machine set.

“Are you sure?”

“Yyyep. Pretty sure,” is her gruff reply, doing a poor job at hiding a toothy sneer. You sigh.

“Something tells me you don’t like Rudy all that much,” you venture as you pour your drink.

“What gave you that idea?”

“Well.” You pause, looking down at your coffee as you do your best to choose your words carefully, “I’m… Gonna try and get to know him better today. He seems like a really nice guy.” You give her a hopeful smile, but Lupa only scoffs.

“I think I want to try and watch something with him today,” you continue, “Wanna join? It’s The Horror Hour.”  Surprise crosses her face.

“Wh—But that’s our show!”

“I know, I know,” you reply, “That’s why I’m asking you if you’d want to join! I’m starting fresh with him.” Lupa blinks, ears flopping down.

“Sta--… Starting fresh?” she asks, gruffness leaving her voice.

“Yeah! Like, from the first episode.” You take a sip, “I’m not gonna start him on the episode we’re on, else we’d be spoiling him.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not coming,” she says, the rough edge returning to her voice. She crosses her arms, looking away from you.

“What? Aww, why not?” You ask, disappointed, “You love this show!”

“Yeah, and I don’t like Rudy,” she retorts, “He’s way too… Too bubbly. And happy, and weird, and I don’t like him.”

“But aren’t you happy?”

“Yeah, sure I am, but… Ugh.” she trails off, turning her back towards you. You barely avoid getting absolutely whapped by her tail. Your shoulders fall… Something wells up in the pit of your stomach, and it’s not the coffee. “I dunno what you see in him.”

“Well… The offer’s still open, Lu,” you remind her, before finishing your coffee.

After leaving the mug in the sink, you make your way back to your room, where you find Rudy. He’s standing in front of your mirror, gently brushing the knots from his hair. His ears prick up when you enter, and he faces you with a tender smile.

“Oh, hi! Good morning, deerie! Sorry for using your brush, I was juuust finishing up.” Running his hands through his hair, you catch a glimpse of a golden zipper along his back. He lifts his hair, tying it into a ponytail with his bow. “Aaand, ready. So! What’re we doing today?”

You explain along the way back to the living room. Rudy jingles and clops along behind you as you lead him down the hall. He waves at Lu as you pass the kitchen, but she only scoffs in return. Looking back at him, you could see the worry written all over his face.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble last night,” he says, fidgeting with his fingers.

“It’s… it’s alright,” you offer in response, “We’ll work on that.”

You hope so, at least. The two of you sit down on the couch, and you put on the show.

“Now before it gets started, let me warn you, Rudy,” you begin, setting the remote down, “This show’s reeeally scaaary.” You lean towards him, wiggling your fingers. He leans back, grimacing.

“S-Scary? I’m not good with, um, with horror…” he replies… You giggle.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not that scary,” you reassure him. “It’s like… Well, you’ll see.”

It takes him a while to get used to it, but he soon does, to your delight. By the next episode, you’re leaning against him. It feels nice, but you do wish Lupa was here.

“Hey, Rudy, I’ve got a question,” you pipe up. He tilts his head.

“Sure! What’s up?”

“How are you… Well…” you gesticulate as you try to form your words. “…alive? You’re not like most of my other plushies, save for Lupa.”

“Good… question…?” He slowly replies, tilting his head as he looks to be deep in thought. “I guess I don’t know! Sorry, um… One day, I was content to be the way I was, and then… I wasn’t?” he tilts his head further left, then right, as he speaks, bells lightly jingling and ringing.

“Does that explain the whole… name thing too?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah! I realized I wasn’t really a girl, I guess? So now I’m not!” he explains. Sounds about right.

“What about… here?” you ask as you raise a hand, stopping before you touch his top scars. Top stitches?

“Oh, these? Well, when I figured I wasn’t a girl, I guess I thought I didn’t need much of a chest anymore. So I… removed it!”

“You removed it?” You’re incredulous for a moment, but you give it a bit more thought. If Lupa could turn you into a plushie just through touch, you suppose anything was possible…

“Yep! Removed it! Though… Between you ‘n me, I kinda liked having a chest… So, sometimes I… Um…” He trails off, his eye scanning over your couch, “Oh – Can I eat this please?” he asks, picking up a pillow.

“…Sure?” you squint. Where’s this going…?

“Thank you!” he replies politely, before gnawing the case off the pillow. He grabs handfuls of stuffing, tossing them into his mouth and chewing it like cotton candy. As he eats, you notice his chest begin to fill out… Steadily growing softer, cushier until it’s a fluffy, simplistic bust.

Oh my gosh.

“I dunno if this makes me less of a boy or not, but… Sometimes I feel cute when I’m like this,” he admits, his voice growing more and more quiet. “I-It depends on the day, though. I dunno. What do you think?” Something about it makes you feel… inspired? It’s hard to find the word – but you just want to comfort him.

“Absolutely not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re… I think what you have here is really unique.” You’re not exactly the best at describing this kind of subject, but you do your best. For what it’s worth, he seems to really appreciate it. The warmest smile crosses his face as he clasps his hands together.

“Awww, thank you deerie!~ Oh, I also gave myself antlers.” Pausing to point at them, “But I’m sure you already know that. Here, you can touch ‘em if you’d like!” He leans them close to you, and you oblige. Reaching up to run your hands along their velvety surface. A squeeze tells you that they’re almost as soft as the rest of him. Almost.

How adorable…

The rest of the day steadily rolls on by, and you spend it getting Rudy more acclimated to his new home. Watching The Horror Hour was fun, so you approach him with a question…

“Hey, Rudy. Wanna watch some holiday movies tonight? It’s Christmas Eve after all.”

To which he replied, “Holiday movies?! Of course!”

You’re looking forward to it, actually! He’s a little bubbly, but you find him to be very sweet. You’d ask Lupa if she wanted to join, but you get the feeling that she’s been avoiding you two. You think she might’ve been in your room the whole day. The more you think about it, the worse you feel, but… You’re not sure what to do…

“Hey, are you okay?” Rudy asks for what must be the third time tonight.

“Yeah! I’m okay,” you reply, just as you’ve twice done before. “Just thinking.”

“Hmm… About your girlfriend?” he asks. A nervous little chuckle makes its way out of you.

“Well… I’m, I’m sure she’s okay! Maybe she’s simply asleep, huh?”

“Nah,” comes a gruff, tired voice, “I’m not asleep.”

“Lupa!” you turn on the couch to look at her, “Hey! We’re watching Rudolph. Have you been alright?” She snorts.

“Without me?” she asks. She looks… disheveled. Did she spend all day asleep? Did she sleep at all? She looks tired.

“Well…” you falter, “I thought you didn’t like this movie.”

“I don’t!”, she retorts, “But… well…” She starts to fidget, clasping and unclasping her fingers… “I-I dunno. Forget it.” She turns and storms off, waving away your attempts to call her back. You slump back onto the couch with a dejected sigh, and Rudy gently rubs your back.

“I just don’t understand…” you muse.

“I get the feeling she doesn’t really like me,” he mumbles, voice heavy with sadness. You don’t want to agree, but… It’s obvious. She told you as much earlier, didn’t she? But you wanted to make this work! You wanted her to be happy that she had a friend that was like her, but…

“Well…” you struggle to admit, “Not really—”

“HellOOOO, party people!!~☆”

You and Rudy freeze as a preppy, bubbly voice thunders from down the hall. Suddenly, a pair of pink arms wrap around you from behind the couch, and a fluffy white face rests atop your head.

“Hey, babe!~ Miss me?”

“L-Lupa!?” you stammer as she picks you up. Plump, pink lips press against your cheek.

“Like yeah, it’s totally me.~ Who else?” She giggles, letting go of you. “I like, heard you guys were havin’ a party and I want in!~☆ Got room for one more?~” She immediately squeezes her way between you two, crawling over the back of the couch in the process. Her curly tail hits you both in the face a few times as it wags up a storm. “So like, what’re we watchin’, huh? Huh?”

“It’s… Ru—”

“—dolph the Red Nosed Reindeer?!” she cuts in as you try to speak, “Oh my gosh, no way, that’s my… Hmm,” she puts a finger to her chin, “I guess I haven’t seen it, but it’s like, probably my fav.~”

“Would you like for us to rewind it, Lupa?” Rudy offers, “Um, nice ponytail by the way!”

“Hehe, sure! Thank you, dear.~” Lulu lilts, “Yours was just so cute, I just had to take it for myself.”

“Well, it looks great!” he grins. Lupa grins back, sharp toothed and a little strained.

“Heh, yeah... Thaaanks.~”

“Yeah…!”, you agree as you start rewinding the movie, “I… I like it.”

“Yaaaay! Aww, thanks babe!~” Lulu cheers. She wraps you in another hug, rubbing her cheek against yours, “Oh, I just love you like, so much, you know that?~” Why does your stomach feel weird? You remember the last time she was like this. Did she still have a few Valentine’s Day pillows left?

She spends the movie practically draped across you, tail wagging.

“Lupa…” You press. You have a bad feeling about this.

“Yeah, hun?”

“This… isn’t you,” you tell her. She blinks, and her hold on you tightens.

“Wh-What do you mean?”, she asks, tilting her head.

“You’re not like this usually! Or—Ever, really! You’re calmer, you’re at least a little more reserved, you’re… This just isn’t you.”

“Well… I thought you’d like me this way, hun! Rudy’s so happy-go-lucky, so honest with himself… I’m not like him at all!”

“And… Well, I’ve gotta keep up, right?” she continues before you can get a word in, “I’ve got competition!”

“C-Competition?” you ask, flabbergasted.

“Yeah! You’ve been spending so much time with him. You obviously love him more, don’t you?”

You don’t say anything.

“…Don’t you?” She looks back, towards Rudy. He doesn’t say anything either, only shrinking away when he’s looked upon. Her gaze lands on you once again, her grin noticeably more strained. She gingerly lets go of you, stepping off the couch. “Well? Like, say something! I’m not enough!” Her shout is enough to knock you out of your daze.

“I—I don’t, I don’t love Rudy. We’ve only just met,” you meekly explain. You look to Rudy for confirmation, and he silently nods.

“…Did you think Rudy and I were dating, Lupa?”

“Well—Like, yeah, it was… like, pretty obvious to me that you… That… um.” As she speaks, she seems to run out of steam. Her pink fur steadily bleeds its color, returning to its shades of grey. Her hair loses its bottle-blonde color as well, returning to that deep blue. She trails off, lookin between the two of you. “…Enjoy the movie, ‘kay? I’m gonna… go.”

You watch as she hurries out of the room.

You aren��t far behind her. By the time you get to your room, you could hear sobbing come from beyond the door. You make a move to knock, but she probably wouldn’t mind if you just went inside. So, you do just that.

You find Lupa curled up on your bed, wrapped in blankets to the point where she looked like a big, fabric mountain. You gingerly approach her, placing a hand on her side.

“Lupa…”

You don’t get an answer. She simply continues to cry. It’s a while before she says anything.

“I’m such a dumbass…”

“How so?” You sit on the bed next to her, rubbing her through the blanket.

“Well, I blew it, didn’t I? I made myself look like an idiot ‘cause I thought… Well…”

“That Rudy and I were dating?” you ask. She sniffles.

“Yeah…”

“Well…” narration? “Why would that be a problem?” you offer. She pulls the blankets from her face, looking up at you. Thankfully, she’s back to her normal self.

“W-what?”

“Let’s say, I do love Rudy. I’d still love you, Lulu. I wouldn’t just leave you. I could date both of you!”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah. But… Lupa, I’m not even sure if I love Rudy yet. I like him, but… We’ve only just met.”

“I guess…” she muses, looking away. You run your hand along her cheek, and she looks back up at you.

“I dunno…” She continues, “I guess I thought you’d… throw me away.”

“Throw you—Why would I do that?”

“Mmm…” She hums, “It’s not outta the realm of possibility. And why wouldn’t you? Rudy’s so much nicer to you. He’s not mean to you like I am. He’s a lot comfier about… who he is. I’m just kind of… I dunno. Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m doin’. I love you, but I get scared. I worry about what you think of me.”

“But I love you, Lupa. Sure, there are things you could improve on, but… The fact that you try is what I love about you. You care a lot more than even you might think.”

“But… this isn’t Rudy’s fault,” you make sure to add, “You didn’t make him feel very welcome.”

“I know…” she quietly replies.

“Don’t you think you should apologize?”

“I… Yeah… I should. Where is he?”

“Um, you don’t… have to do that.” Rudy says. You look back to see him peeking around the corner of the doorframe. “I might’ve been listening in. Sorry,” he offers a sheepish grin.

“It’s… it’s alright I guess,” Lupa replies. “It’s only fair, I’m sorry for kinda makin’ you out to be a villain I guess.”

“It’s okay! I’m sorry for making you feel, um. Like I was coming between you two. I really didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah…” she sighs, “I know.”

“Hey,” Rudy approaches you two, “Lupa, wanna shake on it?” She tilts her head as he holds out his hand.

“Eh… Yeah, sure.” Taking it in a paw, the two shake. “Water under the bridge, I guess.”

When Rudy offers to get back to the movie, you and Lupa both decline. It’s been a long day, and honestly? You think you’re ready for bed. You find it hard to get back to watching movies after what happened.

So, you all turn in a little early for the night. You hear Lupa and Rudy exchange another round of quiet apologies as you all get settled in. She holds you especially tight tonight.

--

You feel cold.

You slowly stir, drowsily reaching for something to cover yourself with. Your hand expects to find the soft, silky fur of your lover’s arm, but your blind swipes find only air. Light snoring accompanied by a gentle jingle and a dull red light let you know where Rudy is, but there’s a noticeably Lupa shaped void in the bed between you two. Rubbing your eyes, you quietly hop out of bed, careful not to disturb your other plushie.

You venture through the house, hoping to find Lupa in what little light there is. A long shadow crosses the living room, and you follow it towards its source. Through the window, you find Lupa on the porch. Leaned against the railing, she seems to be holding something…

She flinches when she hears the door creak open, hackles raised as she turns to look at you. Once her eye lands on you however, she quickly settles down.

“Oh. Hey.” She sounds dejected.

“Hey, Lu. Everything okay?”, you ask, crossing your arms. Not out of malice, but mostly to bury your hands in your armpits. “What do you have there?”

She gives you a wry, wobbly grin before showing you. It’s your toy from before.

“Lobo? You kept it?” you ask. You figured that she’d digested it by now. “But… why?”

“Well...” she avoids looking at you directly. Always looking at that toy, or something else. “You could say it reminds me of… uh, me. Y’know?”

“Of you?”, you repeat. You look between the two of them. Grey fur, blue hair, thick brows… It starts to dawn on you.

“Here, uh. Let’s say… Um- For example, you…” Ahem. She catches herself, taking a deep breath.

“Let’s say, you spend a long time on a shelf. A real long time. One day, a girl and her parents show up. She picks you. They tell her you’re kind of a boy’s toy, but she insists. She takes you home.”

“And life’s pretty good for a while,” she continues, rolling the toy in her paw as she speaks, “She loves you to bits.” Her other paw drifts up to her face, to where her other eye would be.

“…Literally. Um, and you grow to admire her too. Her long hair, her attitude…” She trails off for a moment, setting the toy down and running her paws through her hair, “It kinda, I dunno, sparks something inside you? I guess? Watchin’ her, lovin’ her, you… realize somethin’ about yourself.”

This makes… a lot of sense, actually. You think back to what Rudy said, about how he didn’t want to be a girl anymore…

“So this is—was, you?” you ask, grabbing the toy. “But why didn’t you tell me?” She grimaces.

“How was I supposed to bring it up?”

“Maybe… When I first showed this to you?” You lift it towards her, and she shies away a bit. “I didn’t understand why at first, but you hated looking at this thing, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t hate it! O-Or… him. I just… I dunno. It’s weird, I do hate him, but I can’t look away from him either. Whether I like it or not, I’m… kinda lookin’ at myself. Or like, my brother? Or somethin’? I-I dunno, I… Heheh, ohh…” She starts to brush her hair while she talks, and you decide it’s best to hide the toy behind your back. Lupa seems to calm down once you do that.

“As for why I didn’t tell you, the truth is… I didn’t know what you’d think of me.” She rests her shoulders on the railing, angling her head while she looks down at you. “I’m not exactly ‘as advertised’, y’know?”

“…Neither was Rudy.”

“Oh yeah,” her expression darkens, “Him.”

“What’s your problem with him, anyway?” you step closer, putting a hand on her thigh, “I thought you two made up.”

“Yeah, we did, but… He’s just so full of himself. He’s so happy, he’s comfortable with his whole… thing, y’know?”

“But aren’t you happy?”

“I’m happy with you.”

“What about yourself?” you ask, and she just silently looks at you, brow furrowed. You match her gaze. “And what’s this about being ‘as advertised’ anyway? Lupa, you’re a girl, right?”

“I-I think? I mean—Yeah! Of course I am! What kinda question is that?”

“Then say it.”

“I’m a girl?” She looks a little incredulous, so you keep going.

“Louder.”

“I’m a girl!”

“Louder!”

“I’m a girl!!”

“Now get down here so I can see you better!”, you demand. She does just that, and you give her cheeks a squeeze. “You’re my adorable girlfriend who I will always love and cherish. Who cares if you used to be a boy or whatever? That’s not you now, and I think that’s pretty cool. Say it, Lupa. You’re a cute girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” She admits quietly, rubbing her cheek. “I’m a cute girl.” Her ears flatten as you pat her head.

“That’s right. Love you, hun.”

“Love you too… Oh my gosh, you look pretty cold.”

“I’m fiii~ii~iine,” you do your best to reassure her. You don’t do a good job. She huffs.

“I dunno ‘bout that. Here, babe. I’ve got just the thing for you.” She pulls you close, right into her soft, fuzzy embrace. She squeezes you extra hard, tail whishing from side to side, until…

POMF~!

She lets you go. You feel your hair drape around your shoulders, and a fluffy new weight sweeps the ground behind you. You look at your fuzzy, plum and cream paws, putting one to your long snout.

Well, you’re not cold anymore.

“Lupa… Did you have to make my chest so big?” You ask, feeling your cheeks burn as you paw up your stuffed-up bust.

“What’cha mean? I didn’t do that.~ Just like I didn’t specifically make you into a wolf. You must’ve wanted it that way. Wonder what that says about you, hm~?”

You look away, jamming a soft, puffy paw into her face. She swipes it aside, giggling as she lets herself fall on top of you. You both roll on the porch, laughing until you end up in each other’s embrace, tails curling around one another.

“It’s kinda late, huh?”, you eventually ask.

“Yeah, so?”

“We should get some sleep…”

“But plushies don’t have to sleep. Not really,” Lupa replies. Right before letting out a yawn.

“Sleeping feels good though…” you counter, and she can’t argue with that. “Plus, I’d feel bad leaving Rudy alone.”

“Fine, fine…” she sighs. After helping you up, she leads you back inside. Both your footpaws and hers make quiet, muffled thumps against the carpet. It’s a quiet trip, and you both take your time. Holding each other’s paws as you walk. It feels nice, getting to hold her paw normally. Usually, your hand’s way too small for her.

“I think I know another reason why I didn’t like him…” Lupa quietly breaks the silence.

“Hmm? Why’s that?”

“He kinda deadnamed me. Well- Almost. When we first met.”

You cringe, remembering that conversation. You didn’t understand at first, but now that you know everything? Not the best first impression…

“You should probably tell him that. I don’t think he knew…” you advise. He offers a noncommittal little ‘Yeah…’

“I’m serious. He’s a little… Inexperienced, I think. I know you think he’s got it together, but he’s still figuring himself out.”

“Alright, alright. Oh yeah, what’re you gonna do with him?”

“Rudy? Well, I’m keeping him around, I mean…”

“No no, him.” She points at your other paw, and the toy it holds.

“Oh. Well… I’ll probably resell this. Or give it away. I don’t think this is the best place for it. I’ll make sure he goes to a loving home, Lu.” You offer her a smile, and she tenderly returns the look.

“If it’s okay to ask… What happened with you at your old home? Did your owner…?”

“Well, it’s like I said before. When I thought you’d throw me away? Somethin’ like that happened. She went to some school, and I got put in a box. Eventually, I got sold at a yard sale.” She pauses, looking at you. “…And I guess it was the best thing that ever happened to me in the long run, huh?”

The two of you share another hug, and you give her a peck on the nose. Giggling, you try to enter your room. Unfortunately, she had the same idea. The frame might be big enough for one tall, wide plushie, but not two. It only makes you giggle more, and you take turns shushing each other. After all, you’d hate to wake Rudy. After a bit of pushing and pulling, you come unstuck, and you lead your girlfriend towards the bed. Flanking either side of the sleeping deer, you and your fellow wolf climb into bed, settling into a soft, shortly sleeping pile of pillows and plushes.

The next day…

“Dude, it’s—It’s okay, calm down.”

The End.

[sykilik101]

Hook, Line, and Sin

So this [LIME] was a collab with @hollylu-ships-it; she showed me some artwork, and I was like "Bet, I'll write a snippet for this." If you wanna see the artwork, you can go here. (I know I already said it, but this is a lime, so it's kinda spicy; children, go to bed.)

Water. Lemonade. Water. Lemonade.

The decision had been weighing on Ash’s mind for the longest 30 seconds, his eyes darting between the two bottles sitting in the fridge. His hand slowly reached towards the water, but hesitated; the lemonade beckoned to him, equally as tantalizing. He motioned towards the citrusy drink, but faltered once more. Did he really want something sugary this late at night?

Ring ring!

Ash practically jumped out of his skin, the stillness of the kitchen amplifying the phone’s ringing. Who in their right mind would be calling at this hour? Another ring echoed through the silence, and with a small huff Ash chucked the refrigerator door closed before yanking the phone off the hook.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Ash!”

He blinked. “...Mist?”

“The one and only!”

“Is, uh, something wrong?”

“What, am I not allowed to call you?”

“No, but…” Ash leaned back against the countertop, “Couldn’t you just, y’know-”

“Aw, come on, Ash, phone calls are so romantic, don’t you think?”

Ash rolled his eyes with a grin, shaking his head as he twirled the phone cord in his fingers. “So how was your day, Mist?”

“It was pretty good. I won almost all of my Gym matches today; I only gave away one Cascade Badge.”

“You actually lost? Sounds to me like you’re getting a bit rusty.”

“Hey, at least he actually won his badge, unlike some trainers.”

Ash crossed one ankle over the other, his tapping foot reverberating in the kitchen. “I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten you a few times since that battle.”

“But not in an official Gym battle.”

He could practically see the snarky grin splayed across her lips, and the way she bobbed her head side to side when she was winning one of their many squabbles. The bad news was that she’d gotten annoyingly good at that; the good news was he’d gotten even better at rolling with her punches.

“It wouldn’t be a fair fight if we battled, Mist. I am a Pokémon Monarch, after all.”

“Politoed versus Corphish.”

“...I threw that match so you could battle Clauncher.”

She giggled into the phone. Her laughter injected warmth straight into his veins, as it had always done even before “I love you” first escaped their adolescent lips. Hands held where nobody could catch them, her eyes lighting up when a Mantyke was newly born, an impassioned kiss after a week absent each other; these were a handful of memories that had helped forge Misty’s spot in his heart. It was an endlessly warm spot, one that never failed to make him smile.

“Are you sure about that? I seem to remember you trying your best to win.”

“You’re probably just remembering wrong. It was a few years ago now.”

“Whatever you say, Monarch.”

Her voice dripped with sarcasm and mockery; she knew she was still winning. “You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“Really? You sure you’re not just remembering wrong?”

He chuckled. “You’re extra sassy tonight, huh?”

A rare, brief moment of silence from her. Then, “Talking on the phone like this, it’s like you’re whispering in my ear.”

He could practically taste her breath and her words through the phone, goosebumps raising at the lowered timbre of her voice. He shifted from one leg to the other, using his free hand to hold his elbow as he pressed the phone further into his ear. “Hey, Mist?”

“Yeah, Ash?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Just lying in bed.” Another silence before, “Thinking that it’s too big for one person.”

A gentle flush occupied Ash’s cheeks. “I bet you could use some company.”

“Yeah, I could.” He heard a shuffle on the other end of the call. “Cerulean City’s kind of cold tonight, and having someone next to me would warm me up.”

“What are you wearing right now?”

Misty hummed playfully through the phone. He could picture her bottom lip held between her teeth, envision the way her eyes would glaze as she stared him down. “Perv.”

Ash smirked. “That doesn’t answer my question, Mist.”

She was silent for a moment, save for yet another shuffle worming through the earpiece. “Guess.”

Leave it to his red-headed love to be a tease no matter the situation. “Well, since it’s late, I’m betting you’re in your pajamas, right?”

“Not anymore.”

The mental image turned his cheeks’ previous pink into a soft maroon, feeling the air around him ignite from their sparks. He reflexively licked his lips. “I’m sure that’s not going to help your cold issue.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got ways to warm myself up.”

“And how are you planning to do that?”

For a few moments, all he could hear was the gentle tick and tock of the kitchen clock. With each passing second of silence his focus on the earpiece became more concentrated, so much so that he hardly realized he was holding his breath. He almost wondered if perhaps she’d whispered her response and he’d missed it.

“Mist?”

Right as he called her name, a tiny gasp wafted into Ash’s ear.

The blood in his veins immediately ran red hot. A barely-contained moan soon followed, and Ash sucked in a breath that was decidedly and painfully devoid of her taste. Misty had yet to verbally reply to him, but the little noises she continued to make more than made up her answer. He envisioned her wandering fingers, her flushed skin, a thin sheen of sweat across every inch of her body, and he craved seeing her come undone underneath him.

“Ash?”

Her voice was so breathy, so in need, and he was certain that for the rest of their conversation, his tone would match hers. “Yeah?”

“I need you now.”

“What do you need?”

“You, your hands, everything.”

Ash licked his lips once more, acutely aware of his salacious state and his everything that he wanted to give her. “I’ll be right there, Mist.”

“Don’t make me wait too long, Ash.”

“I won’t.”

With that he hung up the phone, his nerves on the fritz and his heart in overdrive. He turned for the entryway of the kitchen, but paused. Without a second thought he pulled the refrigerator door open, grabbing both of the drinks.

He was going to need them later.

With an impatient smirk he waltzed out of the kitchen, his feet guiding him automatically down familiar hallways until the bedroom was before him. Turning the knob, he thrust the door open, and was greeted by Misty on her bed wearing her most wanton grin and very little else.

“Hope I didn’t make you wait too long, Mist.”

“If you make me wait another second, you’re not gonna be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”

Ash tossed the bottles onto her desk before approaching the foot of her bed, pulling his shirt off. “I thought that was the plan anyw-”

Misty didn’t allow him the chance to finish his sentence, taking hold of his wrist and pulling him down onto the bed before straddling him with finesse and experience. Almost immediately his vision was consumed by tangerine hair, oceanic eyes, and a wicked smile as she took a fistful of his hair. She lowered her face towards his, and Ash began raising his lips to meet hers, but before they connected she pressed his head back down onto the pillow. With a glint in her eyes she sauntered her body up until her thighs rested on either side of his face.

“Use that mouth for something else.”

For the rest of the night Ash’s thirst was thoroughly satiated, the water and lemonade entirely forgotten.

[archive-rat]

It’s hard not to see red when there’s blood in the water…

Congrats on the win, Martyn!

[gojooooo]

man i love open endings. the fact that thanks to yuuji there might indeed be the next time sukuna talks about in case some idiot decides to eat a finger again. and we need fics where yuuji is that idiot

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Nevertober Day 9: Nobody’s Child & Hypnosis

[masterofdespair]

Hey doc!

I missed u ^^

Hello Fae, how have you been?

[rosicheeks]

6/8/22?

Ok ok so 6/8 looks like I was just editing old pictures BUT on 6/11/22 I was an idiot and sliced my finger open 😇